Mandy grabs my hand, dragging me along with her to the crowd, where she pushed past everyone, wanting to get a better look. We both made our way through, and outside the locked doors, waiting for the players to exit, and bombard them with questions.
Since it was all too chaotic for me, I just went to the corner, and sat on the ground, taking out my notepad, and writing a few things, waiting for the night to come to an end. After about 5 minutes had past, I heard screams and squeals from fangirls and reporters.
I just looked up, and got up to see if it really was them. I couldn't see a thing, but could hear everything, so I decided to join Amanda, and began pushing past the crowd. "Frenkie, is it true that you forgot to wear your lucky socks tonight?" I heard one reporter ask.
"Pedri, is it true that you're planning to adopt your fellow teammate, Pablo Gavi, some day?" Another lady asks, making me laugh a little. Honestly, wouldn't be shocked if Pedri indeed pulls off some shit like that. "Pedri, is it true that Gavi is secretly your son?" Someone asks.
Sheesh- The questions people ask nowadays.
"Gavi! Gavi, over here!" I hear Amanda's voice squeak a little, attracting the player's attention. "Alright, outta the way now buds." I aggressively shove the reporters in front of me, knowing that I had to stop her, but unfortunately, I was too late.
It's all that yellow-haired guy's fault! He's too tall and strong for me to push-
"Gavi! Is it true that you cheated on your ex-girlfriend, Polly Haywire, with her twin sister, who you found to be more attractive?" Amanda asks, and unfortunately, she was a bit too loud, for everyone around had already heard it, and nothing but silence followed the question.
Gavi, who seemed to be in a hurry to leave earlier, was now frozen, staring at her blankly. Everyone was recording her now, and taking pictures. His muscles seemed to have tensed up a little, and his breathing got heavier, but there was no reaction that followed whatsoever.
"Excuse me?" He calmly asks, raising his brows in disbelief. "Did you cheat on Polly Haywire, and if yes, then why?" Amanda repeats without stuttering, the regret visible in her forest green eyes. The anger on Gavi's face was now replaced with pain and disappointment.
"Fucking reporters..." He scoffs, looking around, at us all, before glaring back at Amanda, who squirmed uncomfortably in her position. "Go to hell." He spoke louder, face turning red with the rage he was withholding.
"ALL of you!" He yells, about to explode. His anger taking control now. Amanda's eyes were wide open, and I just held my breath for some strange reason, not even realizing why. Everyone was frozen. Only the sounds of the camera's flashing were heard
"Move!" He then commands, turning back to leave, shoving me away as I was in his way. I don't think he saw me very well, for I'm sure he wouldn't have been so harsh otherwise. Due to the force, I landed on the ground, twisting my ankle a little.
"Y/N!" Amanda calls loudly, rushing over to me to help me up, making Gavi turn back to see what happened. He froze dead in his tracks when he realized what he had done. "I am so sorry-" He quickly approaches me, instant regret replacing his enraged face.
"God- you asshole!" I shot back, helping myself up, and shoving him instead. Sure, it wasn't THAT effective, but it wasn't entirely pathetic either. "What the hell was that?!" I scream, my blood boiling. "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" I yell, unable control my temper now.
I had just been humiliated in front of the entire world-
"I knew we should've just stayed at the hotel tonight!" I then snap at Amanda, who stood behind me, startled by my reaction. "Good luck for your future reports, because I won't be there!" I then snap, throwing down my pens and notepad, storming away and pushing past the dude who just shoved me.
My shoulder hit his, pushing him away slightly as I continued walking, trying to ignore the cameras that were recording this, and trying to capture my face and expressions. "Vamos amigo, salgamos de aquí..." I then heard one of his teammates sigh, but I don't turn back.
Iwaizumi and you have always just been...together. You’re not dating, but it’s obvious the two of you more than friends and yet, other than holding hands or cuddling once in a while when a show streams on in the background, the two of you never do anything more. There’s never been anyone else in the picture for either of you and you smile fondly as you tuck yourself against his chest on his couch while Godzilla roars on the TV screen.
You reminisce on the early days you had met him during high school. You had been curious about the solitary scowling boy who stood on the sidelines while his best friend Oikawa was surrounded by fangirls and while everyone else had only eyes for the pretty setter, you couldn’t stop stealing glances at the handsome ace. It took some time, but you finally mustered up the courage after one of their games and Iwaizumi had looked at you in shock when you had walked past Oikawa without a glance and stood in front of him instead.
“You played really well, Iwaizumi-san.”
And with that, you had rushed off, leaving Iwaizumi speechless.
Iwaizumi has always been a man of few words and unsure of how to show you how much he appreciated your compliment, he merely began to quietly greet you each morning in class, subtly changing his schedule a bit so he could be paired with you to clean up the classroom on the same day. But the small actions never went unnoticed by you and he could feel himself becoming more entranced by you every day he spent with you as you shot smiles and words of gratitude his way. It just felt right to be by your side constantly and he doesn’t even blink an eye as you pile his bento with food you had cooked, telling him he needs more sustenance to maintain his strength. His heart flutters when you trip as the two of you are walking to school and he catches you and you stare up into his eyes and tell him he has the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. He smirks when you get flustered when you watch Kyoutani and him arm wrestle, your eyes never straying from his bulging biceps.
Sure. Oikawa has his fangirls, but he has you and that’s all he needs. And he’d do anything to protect you and keep you safe by his side.
He knows comparing you to himself isn’t fair. He’s stronger than even the average male, but he can’t help but think you’re just so vulnerable, so naive, so frail even now as a full grown woman. Why don’t you notice the predatory looks men give you when the two of you are out and about? Don’t you know how easily they could snatch you up? Don’t you know how quickly they’d eat you alive? His arms instinctively tighten around you as his anxious thoughts provoke a physical reaction, but he immediately loosens up when he feels you squirm and apologetically kisses the top of your head.
He doesn’t have to worry, he reminds himself. After all, you have him, so you’ll always be safe...or so he thinks. So imagine his surprise and hurt when you pause the movie and turn to stare at him, biting your lower lip nervously as you tell him that your job offered you a promotion, but that you’d have to move internationally for it. That’s all you say, but the implication is heavy. You’d have to leave him. You’d be all by yourself in a strange environment. You’d be in danger and Iwaizumi simply cannot allow that.
It’s your turn to be surprised when before you can even register what’s happening, you’re being hauled away by strong arms, carried down a hall, and plopped down on a familiar bed. You questioningly look at the man who’s become so dear to you, the beginning ring of warning bells resounding in your head as he digs around his closet and returns with ropes in the turquoise colors of your old high school. What is he doing? Why does he have those in his closet? You’re so stunned that you don’t even realize you’re asking the questions out loud until calloused hands gently stroke your cheek and you calm a bit instinctively when you gaze into Iwaizumi’s comforting loving gaze.
“Do you remember when I had to rescue you from that Johzenji captain who had you cornered in the hallway after one of our games? Do you remember when you broke your leg because you fell down the stairs at school during our last year? You’re so clumsy, so blissfully ignorant and you always made me worry so much. I used to dream about what it would be like to have you safely tied down in my bed, safe from the world, safe with me, but I told myself I was being crazy, being too controlling. I told myself you’d grow up, get tougher, get stronger, and that I’d always be there by your side. But clearly we’re not on the same page.”
Iwaizumi’s not ignorant of the way you’re beginning to shrink away from his touch as he continues talking, confusion clouding your usual sparkle, and he smiles proudly when you lightly push his hands away from you. Good girl. Maybe you do have more awareness than he gave you credit for. Unfortunately for you, you don’t stand a chance against a professional trainer and despite your flailing, screaming, and pleading, Iwaizumi hungrily observes how beautiful you look, completely bare underneath his toned figure, turquoise ropes only accentuating and highlighting your beautiful form. And he’s furious at himself for just dreaming about this when reality is so so so much sweeter than any vision his mind had come up with.
He grimaces a bit when he sees your tear-stained face and he brushes his thumb across your face, swiping away the salty liquid trails. He hates seeing you cry. He also hates the way you flinch from his touch. But it’s okay, he tells himself. You just need to get used to it. You just need time to realize that this is better for the both of you. You just need to realize that this is the only way he can keep you safe. And reassured by his own self-encouragement he trails his fingertips across your skin, reveling in how small and weak you are compared to him, reveling in how responsive you are, your back arching and breathy gasps slipping past your lips when he grazes over your nipples. He can’t help himself from leaning down and talking one of the perky buds in his mouth and he moans at the way your body struggles against the restraints, unable to move even an inch past the intricate bonds and his hand continues tracing the braids down your body, down and down until you squeal as he traces your clit. But he stiffens when he feels how slippery and drenched the rope looped between your thighs has become and he stares in awe and amusement when he dips his fingers inside of your leaking hole and is instantly coated by your arousal.
“You’ve been holding out on me all this time. All this time I wanted to wait for your first time to be special because I thought you were an innocent and sweet little thing, but really, you’re a slut for me, aren’t you, pretty girl? You want to be protected. You want to be all mine. Only mine.”
And maybe you really don’t need as much time to acclimate as he had thought you would. Maybe you really were more...adaptable and resilient than he had thought. You certainly don’t seem apprehensive or scared anymore as you let out wanton moan after moan as he slowly slides his cock into your tight heat and gently thrusts in and out of you and he’s so proud of how strong, how brave, how good you are as he loses himself in the motions, in the feeling of your clenching walls as he builds up to a brutal pace and you loudly wail in ecstasy. And when you fall apart around him, your pussy milking his hard shaft as if it never wants to let it go, he smiles in adoration at your blissed out face as he spills inside of you.
He doesn’t release you. He has no plans of doing that anytime soon. Who knows what dangerous temptations or thoughts you still have in your head? And as he cleans you up and cradles your bound figure against his chest as the two of you fall asleep, he can’t help but think that this is how things should have been all along. You and him. You, safe in his home, in his bed, in his arms forever, even if it takes a few meters of braided cord to keep you that way.
Warnings: Fluff and happy tears, bad writing with no proof reading
Word count: 2,186
A/N: The girl in images is just for the Sabyasachi saree and nothing else.
12.00 AM, 5th Sept 2020
Chris looked at the time and let out a huff, he was supposed to be sleeping now. He desperately wanted to fall asleep but sleep was nowhere close to his eyes. He has been on bed since 10 PM when he excused himself from Scott’s drunk company saying he wanted to catch some sleep before the big day tomorrow. Yet, here he was unable to sleep. Huffing, he gave up and took his phone from the night stand wondering what you might be doing.
Of course, she would be sleeping, dufus. His brain chided him.
He looked around the room to felt different, everything was same yet it felt different. Right now this room was known as the bedroom of Chris Evans and his fiancee, but come tomorrow, well technically today, it will be known as the master bedroom of Chris Evans and his wife.
Chris Evans and his wife - he chanted this few times under his breath and smiled at himself.
Before his mind could race to further thoughts, his phone rang indicating an incoming call. A video call to be precise from you. He shook his head remembering the warning you gave him not to call after 9 PM because you need to sleep and look pretty to steal his thunder the next day.
“Wow,” he exclaimed looking at himself as he answered the call.
“Please tell me I am genius,” you chirped happily.
“Genius? For wearing my face mask?”
“Yup, I am following the tradition and what’s better than you watching you?”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Because I can’t sleep. Because I am so excited. Do you also feel it Chris?”
“I do. I too..”
“Shhh! Stop, else I will forget why I called you for?”
“Hmm, what trouble you got into now?”
“Christopher, I always don’t get into trouble okay.”
“Liar, trouble is your middle name.Anyway what happened?”
“Okay, so we long back established that you are Carrie Bradshaw and I am Mr.Big in our relationship. So I..”
“Let me stop you there. You established it and I never agreed to it.”
“Chris wife is always right. But that is not the point here. Help me with vows. I am struck here. And since you are Carrie, you are supposed to help me.”
“Baby, no where in my resume I have added the term ‘writer’.” you roll your eyes invisible to Chris at his finger quote action.
“But since you asked and I am Carrie, I will tell you what Carrie told Mr.Big ‘just say I love you’ and that’ll be fine honey.”
“Ptff! but okay if you say so. Anyway I am sleepy good night.” Without giving Chris another chance to speak, you disconnect the call. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your habit of disconnecting the call when you felt the conversation is over. Others found it annoying but he found it cute.
He laid down again and started looking through the pictures of you two stored in his phone. He couldn’t help but thank whatever god helped you find the way into his life and made you stick with him even after all the rumors and controversies.
The night made way for the morning and soon the sun was shining in all its glory. It was one of the rare days in September was sun was all out blazing, although it helped that it was early September. The world moved on or rather stayed home as usual owing to the deadly pandemic but Chris’ whole universe was all set to change. Finally, the say he was waiting for was here.
He woke up a little later than usual but he woke up to a commotion. He went down to see the caterers and the decorates working in full throttle to make it a memorable night for you and him. Although, it was a small guest list of just him family and your uncle’s family from New York, as your parents could not travel from their country, Chris still wanted to make this day memorable for him and you.
He went to the lawn where the sunset ceremony was set, the decorators were making a beautiful arch with roses and orchids, your favorite flowers. He decided to do everything that was your favorite for the big day that belonged to you both. When you argued, he simply cut you off by saying you were giving him the biggest happiness of his life by becoming his wife and now he doesn’t need anything more. You couldn’t help but shed some happy tears when you heard those words flow from his mouth.
You and Chris have been engaged for a while, secretly as he wanted you to be his best kept secret. Away from the prying eyes of the world while he and his ever supportive family prepared you for the life that you would pushed in once you were married to him. However, it helped a lot that you both were from Boston, he had his roots there and your college and your work brought you to Boston, the place you fell in love with.
You and Chris were two different universes, never supposed to cross paths. But you not only crossed paths but you worked together and eventually fell in love and you had his precious project, A Starting Point. You were a UI/UX designer working for Google’s Android division based in Cambridge, MA and one fine day you got an email from your friend asking for some help with a new project he had taken up. You agreed to help them and one fine Saturday, you walked into a beautiful and rusty office with old world charm, only to be shocked to see the person you would be working with.
Standing in front of the mirror fixing your veil, you couldn’t help but walk down the memory lane when you first met Chris. He was working on A Starting Point, which was still in nascent stage. His team needed help with scaling up the UI for Android. After you got over your initial shock and controlled your inner fangirl from squealing and scaring him, it was Chris’ time to be shocked. You still remember his face vividly as he looked at you in both shock and awe while you spoke and worked with his team to build up the UI. A chuckle escaped your lips as you kept walking down the memory lane.
“What’s funny?” Lisa asked as she adjusted your saree and fixed the veil.
“Your son,” you smiled at her and couldn’t help but see and feel the happiness radiate from her face.
“Honey,” her words brought you back. “Thank you for agreeing for such a low key wedding.”
You held her hand and made her sit on the bed as you sat next to her,”Mom,” you addressed her, “I never cared about the ceremony. Any ceremony that made me his wife is my dream ceremony. I have him waiting at the end of the aisle, his family sitting in the audience beaming happily, my parents live in zoom with the new normal and my favorite uncle is walking me down the aisle. This is perfect for me.” Lisa and you shed some more tears before Tara walked and scolded you both and re-did your makeup.
“I love your saree,” Tara drooled.
“I am living my childhood dream of getting married in a Sabyasachi outfit,” You beamed.
“Let’s go girls. It is almost time.” Phew! Here we go.
Chris’ home and now your too, looked straight out of a fairy tale as you got down from the car. You took a moment to take in the surroundings and breath in the crisp air. The ceremony was about to start as you were ushered into the tent erected for you. Your uncle and his family were waiting for you. Him and your aunt hugged you blessed you. Your cousin connected with your parents and your whole family couldn’t help but shed few tears while praising how beautiful you looked as a bride. You couldn’t help but let the sadness creep into you imaging how Chris surrounded by his family and siblings while you were alone. How you wished you could magically bring in your family to be a part of this evening, dance with your dad, have your brothers share some fun stories of your childhood as they’s warn Chris to not make you cry. Sadly, thanks to pandemic all these are wishes.
You were lost in your sad thoughts when you uncle nudged you that its time. You walked with slow steps behind over excited Miles and Emma. Although you its another story that you just wanted to run into his arms but you kept your cool.
As soon as you entered the foyer of the wedding venue, you could see white rose petals were thrown in the way you were supposed to walk. The petal clad path lead you straight to Chris, As soon as your eyes met, just like Christina Perri sang, all of your doubts suddenly went away somehow. With every step you took towards him, every drop of tear he shed waiting for you, smiling all the while, realization dawned upon you that you aren’t alone. The man waiting for you at the end of the isle is your whole family. You called his mother, mom. His sisters were your bffs, his younger brother was now less his brother and more your brother and above all there was Chris, loving you with every ounce of fiber in his body. You couldn’t help but let few tears slid down your eyes as you realized you could never measure the depth of his love.
You both were so lost in each other that you didn’t realise when you left your uncle’s hand and standing opposite Chris as he rubbed soothing circles on the back of your palm. You expected him to be a bundle of nerves today but he was cool and calm. You both kept gazing into each others eyes as Chris’ friend Mark who was officiating the weeding was speaking something. You only started paying attention when mark mentioned about vows and Chris straightened himself and cleared his throat.
“Y/N, i have dreamed about this day for as long as I can remember. Not being jealous or something but I always felt a pain when I saw people around me finding their one and settling down. I couldn’t help but think that universe hated me. Love had evaded me for the longest of time,” at that exact moment you felt some sniffing tears, maybe Lisa. “Imagine it took me 38 years to find you and 39 to make you my wife. Everyone who knew me expected me to be a bundle of nerves today, including me but as I woke up this morning, I realised I am going to share my forever with the one person who has seen me at my worst and loved me then. I have nothing to be scared of. Y/N, I cannot promise you moon and stars, I cannot promise you a life without problems but I can promise you myself, my whole identity and my soul. I can promise you my truth, I can promise you to let you into the darkest corners of my life so you can fill them with your light. I can promise you my support and love no matter what the problem is. I will never turn my back away from you.” Now it was your turn to cry at his words, “I would love you always, till the time I am on this earth and even beyond that too. Someday you and I won’t be here in flesh and blood but I promise you that our love will remain, till the stars shine and the universe exists. I love you Y/N, my beautiful wife.” He finished his vows and slid the ring into your finger.
Now it was your turn to share your vows and you finally cleared your throat to speak, “Damn it Christopher, way to steal the thunder from the bride. Chris you have not just given me love but you have given me a family that loves me more than you,” you looked at Scott and he winked at you making Chris roll his eyes. “Today I realised that I can never repay your love back, the way you love me no one can ever love someone. But, as Carrie Bradshaw said I am going to love you today, tomorrow, and every moment of our life. I promise to share your sorrows and be a part your happiness. I promise to make our life an adventure that you would love. And I... Damn it I am blank.” You could hear everyone laugh and Chris chuckle at your goofiness.
“You love me and you are marrying me that’s enough. Now make me wear that damn ring.” Shaking your head, you slid the ring in his left hand third finger and immediately after you found his lips against yours whispering, “Mr. & Mrs. Evans.”
@chris-evans-indian-fanfic see I wrote a fluff and hope it makes you smile. No more crying.
A/N: I dunno what this is....I hope no one is too much disappointed xx kinda like based on something that I’ve experienced..
“Oh my god, Y/N! Turn around!” My friend spoke hysterically while she had her eyes trained somewhere behind me. She was acting completely insane, as if she had seen a ghost or something out of this world. Her pupils were dilated widely, her mouth almost dropped to the ground. I had never seen her being caught off guard like this before. Whomever she saw right now, must’ve been somebody famous- we were sitting at a restaurant which was a personal favorite of many artists after all.
“You won’t believe who’s right behind you!” She whisper-yelled at me, lowering her head in order to hide herself from that person, being afraid of getting caught staring at them. Wild muttering broke out and I saw some young girls sitting at the tables next to us pulling their smartphones out of their pockets and starting to take pictures.
“Just look!” (Y/F/N) urged me and pointed at the person’s direction. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.” I rolled my eyes and took a sip from my soda first. Then, trusting her words, I slowly turned around to look at the stranger who had stimulated a little chaos at the restaurant. And when I did, my heart had nearly burst out of my chest and my cheeks automatically began to redden. Never in my life had I expected to see him somewhere else other than television. Having him standing there just a few meters away from me, breathing the same air as I did, seemed so unreal to me. I must have been dreaming, so I pinched myself only to find out that this moment was not a dream- it was pure reality.
I wanted to laugh. Not because it was funny but because I couldn’t really believe it.
He looked very different in real life than on pictures. Definitely more handsome, but he was shorter than I had expected him to be. If I would have stood next to him, my head would’ve definitely reached his neck.
Harry wore a simple blue T-shirt along with shorts and white trainers. His grey hat covered his freshly cut hair. It was quite bizarre that he had chosen to wear it since we had high temperatures outside, but I knew he had to hide it for the upcoming Met Gala. Truth to be told, every hairstyle suited him, however, his decision to get his hair cut had completely destroyed my hopes of getting ‘royal Harry’ back. That was my absolute favorite look on him. The more excited had I become when he had let his curls grow out for over a year, and I was so looking forward to seeing his long locks returning, but well, there was no chance anymore. He should do whatever he was comfortable with. My job was to accept his choices.
“He looks so unreal, doesn’t he?” (Y/F/N) said, steadying her hand under her chin while she was gazing at Harry with a dreamy look attached on her face. Yes, he was. There was no doubt.
“Who could’ve thought that we would see Harry Styles up close someday?”
My gaze followed his movements. We saw him hugging a man who gestured at a blonde girl instead, and when he had spotted her, he bent down to give her a hug. I could hear a faint “Congratulations” escaping his lips. Lucky girl, I thought. I wished my father had pulled out such a surprise for me.
“Do you think we should say hello to him?” A glint of hope appeared in my friend’s eyes. I just shrugged with my shoulders.
“I don’t think we should,” I said. “He’s busy right now, don’t you see?”
(Y/F/N) sipped her own drink until she had noticed that everyone but me secretly recorded Harry with their phones.
“Wait, why don’t you take any pictures?” she questioned. I looked at her seriously.
“Would you approve strangers to take pictures of you?” I asked her, “Maybe he doesn’t want to be photographed.”
That some people shamelessly took the advantage of taking photos of him, as if he was an animal or something, really disgusted me. I was never a fan of it. I always told myself, that if I would ever be lucky enough to meet Harry in person, I wouldn’t ask him for a picture or for a signing-no, I would simply ask for a hug because being in Harry’s arms, feeling his warmth and listening to his heartbeat against my ear seemed more intimate and a way more worthy than just a simple picture on which he wouldn’t smile anyway.
Besides, I, myself, would be totally crept out knowing that a person I don’t know anything about would possess pictures of me. The thought alone let a shiver run down my spine.
I didn’t want to do anything I had no consent of. I wasn’t like other fans at all.
It enraged me to find out that some fans had the opportunity to encounter Harry, but also had the audacity to behave like a rude brat. I mean, why couldn’t you just be kind to him just as he is kind to you? I would never do that to him. Something else which disgusted me the most were stalkers. People who had no idea what privacy meant and who ran after their idols as if they had nothing important to do with their lives. People, who followed them to their hotels and simply bothered them. Young girls who believed that those delusional Wattpad stories would become somewhat real. As if Harry would fall in love with them the second his eyes had met theirs. I pitied them, but I understood them too. Reality hurts much more than phantasy, so we create our own dream world in which we have control over everything just to ease our conscience. I didn’t even want to think about how many girls had already imagined Harry to fall for them, didn’t want to know how many girls thought about kissing him and having sex with him. Because it simply would make me jealous. Pathetic, right?
Are you familiar with this feeling, too? I despised it from the bottom of my heart when someone else, other than me, referred Harry as “the love of their life”. Why couldn’t I be the only one to say that? I hated sharing him with the entire world, and he wasn’t even mine. I was just a fan of his. And it hurt. Horribly.
For me, he was my entire world, but for him, I was a stranger, unimportant. He wouldn’t even know that I existed if he hadn’t shown up here.
A click ripped me from my thoughts, and I noticed that (Y/F/N) had shot a picture of Harry. When I looked at her, she just shrugged and reasoned, “Who knows when we’ll see him again? I want to have something to remember by.”
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t the one to tell her what to do and what not.
I faced back at Harry, observing him before he would leave eventually. He made a short conversation with the girl and her family, shaking hands with everyone that he could. I smiled at his respectful gesture. He was one of the kindest persons I’ve ever known.
It was just a matter of time until he would be out of my sight. What should I do? Go to him and talk to him, asking for that infamous hug that I was desperately craving for? Or simply sit on my chair and do absolutely nothing except for staring at him from afar? I would regret if I didn’t do anything, however, I didn’t want to be one of those desperate fans, too.
But then, something happened.
For a moment, his gaze landed on our table. While (Y/F/N) started squealing like a maniac, I couldn’t react at all. I only felt the rapid beating of my heart against my ribcage. I wanted to raise my hand, to give him a sign that I was aware of his presence, however, my body refused to obey me. I sat there like a heavy stature, unable to move.
Harry did not know that he had created a tornado of feelings inside of me. My head was spinning around. However, what gave my heart a big crack was his blank facial expression that he gave us. The worst- he didn’t smile at all. He didn’t even wave, even though (Y/F/N) did. I really wished he had. He would’ve made me the happiest girl on the entire galaxy. But what had I expected anyway? Like I said, Harry would never love me the same way I loved him because this was how life worked. Cruel, but true. I had to accept it.
When fans slowly began to surround him, Harry was said to leave, and that’s what he did. He didn’t spare a glance at my direction again. He only went around the corner and disappeared, leaving me with a heavy heart. I had longed for his attention. Just a final look would have sufficed. But it never came. It was too late now.
Tears prickled my eyes. I turned back to face my friend, however, my gaze was directed on the table the whole time, even after our orders had arrived. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I was trying hard not to cry in public.
My short experience with Harry Edward Styles taught me that no matter what happened, I would never mean more to him.
everything i’ve seen is the morning after but no one is talking about going to the met with him. like imagine him seeing you in your outfit for the first time, introducing you to all your fav celebs, you two being in the back of someone’s insta story just dancing together
oh my god, yes.
when he sees her in her flashy, eccentric, unconventional dress he’s utterly besotted. his eyes stay on her all night, constantly murmuring praise and sponging apology kisses onto her neck cheekily, as she chastises him for taking things too far as the flashes follow them onto the red carpet. but he’s just so excited to show her off to the world and shower her in kisses- like this is his girlfriend; isn’t she just irresistible?
and y/n fits into his world so perfectly, so kind to each and everyone of the well wishing fans who are watching nearby, and offering smiles to even those who yelled mean things to her. she handles the flashes well, answers questions in depth or vaguely when required, and moves with grace, but the ever present clumsiness he adores in her still lingers enough for him to steady a hand against her lower back as she yelps after tripping on a step up the carpet, cheeks burning with warmth.
Harry would pose with her, converse with other celebrities, and nudge her closer when he notices the hesitance on her face when she spots Zendaya and is unsure whether to crowd her or not. despite y/n’s many attempts to activate her self control, she can’t halt herself from squealing a few times too many as her inner fangirl emerges after seeing some other TV show stars, and excitedly pointing them out to Harry.
He rolls his eyes flamboyantly in amusement, but he’s so in love with her, he fears his own fate. she has him wrapped around her fingers.
the night is spent with them mutually leaping up in excitement from time to time, childishly gorging on everything provided on the menu, and racing around to performances, like the Cher concert, and fangirling together. they drunkenly kiss, and harry makes sure his hand is interlocked securedly with hers as they move through the crowd.
he spins her around and showers her in feverish kisses as she squeals in delight, muttering ‘i love yous’, before transitioning into more of a modern version of a slow, ballroom dance when her head is clouded from sweet, drunken bliss and drops to rest onto his warm chest. his arms come to wrap around her waist, and his lips stay positioned at her forehead, moving to the lyrics of the song playing. they see brief flashes and indications of people recording them, but they don’t really care.
all in all, it’s a whimsical, magical night at the met gala. the music eventually stops, but they’re still attached to each other, unwilling and unable to let go.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY - your tipsy internet neighbor
if you had a twin i would still choose you
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To the whole Bonkamily, I love you all, you’re beautiful people. Enjoy your Valentine’s Day fluff, it’s also under the cut if you don’t feel like leaving Tumblr.
Bonkai. Fluff. AH AU. Humor. Mildest angst bc I apparently can’t help myself. Motivated by a conversation gone terribly awry that I had with @thenameismaynard on Tumblr (keenan24 on ffn, I believe). Anyway, the prompt we hijacked was “Person A shuffles nervously around at a party. Person B startles them with a ‘Hello, glad you could make it. I’ll be your designated extrovert for the evening if you could please follow me.’”
I’m not going to tell you the song the title came from - if you don’t know, I’m disappointed in you. Also Funyuns vs Hot Fries/Cheetos is an actual ongoing debate between myself and my SO. I’m team Cheetos and he’s team Funyucks. No beta, all mistakes are mine and I wrote this while fairly tipsy, so there’s probs quite a few.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
“Okay, so…” Kai pauses, considering his words. “Right, so Funyuns. It all starts over a bag of Funyuns.”
“Funyuns?” a disbelieving voice queries.
“That’s what I said,” Kai answers. “Anyway, you know how I teach little kids piano for this after school program? Well, one day, I was just desperately craving Funyuns, so I go mug the vending machine.”
.o.0.0.o.
Kai groans, irritated at the stupid snack machine that ate his money again. With a sigh, the tall man looks up and down the hallway before proceeding to kick in the fucktarded money-stealing vendor. It’s an older model, not one of those futuristic ones that locks up tighter than a nun, so eventually the force of his kicks causes his bag of Funyuns and a honey bun to fall into the receptacle. The hungry grad student takes both treats and makes his way back to the music room.
He’s an adult volunteer at Whitmore’s elementary school every Tuesday and Wednesday. It was something he started doing two years ago as an undergrad because it looked good on a resume, but then kept up with because fuck him, he actually liked the way little faces lit up when they realized what their grubby little hands could do. It was cute.
Also, Whitmore elementary had it’s very own teacher bae and no lie, Kai was trying to hit.
Tucking the honey bun in his jacket pocket and opening his Funyuns, Kai takes the long way back to the music room. It was break time for the kiddies, they were all munching on healthy snacks before pick-up, which Kai always used as an opportunity to grab his own junk food. And to pass by Miss Bennett’s classroom.
Bonnie Bennett a.k.a. Kai’s personal hot teacher fantasy and reason number one Kai still volunteered at Augustine-Whitmore Elementary School. She taught third grade science and she had a smile like the sun and hips like a hula dancer and just seeing her made Kai’s day better. She was one of the science tutors for students who needed extra help before testing days, so she had her own room full of brats when he passed by her brightly decorated doorway.
Most of the kids are chatting and eating their apples and crackers, so Bonnie’s attention gets pulled to him when he pauses at her door and boom. There it is. The sun.
Kai grins back and waves her over and Bonnie casts a look around her classroom before coming to greet him. She wrinkles her nose at his chips.
“Funyuns, Kai?” she asks in disbelief. “The vending machine has hot Cheetos with lime and you went for Funyuns?”
“If I wanted to eat sawdust,” Kai replies. “I’d be a carpenter.”
Bonnie scoffs at his snappy comeback and Kai’s smile grows before he very deliberately fishes a big ring out of his bag and bites into it, crunching with a relish. Teacher bae’s face grows disgusted and she looks over her shoulder at her kids before looking back to him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be with Caroline and Nora in the music room, onion breath?”
“They can handle twenty kids on their own,” he states. He leans back on the doorframe. “Speaking of our mutual friend, Caroline, are you going to her party on Friday? It’s off campus, and I know you don’t have a ton of homework to grade on Fridays.”
Bonnie shuffles nervously. “I’m not really a party person. And it’s a college party -”
“A grad student party,” Kai corrects. “And you live with Caroline. You’d be pretty much the same age as everyone else in attendance Bonnie, it’s not like you’d be the odd one out. ‘Sides,” he crunches on the dregs of his chips. “I though Care-bear was one of your besties.”
The science teacher purses her lips at him. “She is. That’s not the point. I’m just...not big on parties.”
The volunteer tutor hides his disappointment by tipping the Funyun bag into his open mouth to catch crumbs. Bonnie sighs in disgust and Kai ends up smirking at her as he bundles up the empty bag and puts it in the trash.
“Tell you what, Ms. Hot-sawdust-with-lime,” his heart races when Bonnie shoves him half-heartedly. “If you decide to come out of your shell, I’ll be your party-buddy okay?”
He starts to walk away, backwards, so he can still see her face as he fake pouts. “You won’t let me down, right Bonster? Be my party-buddy?”
Teacher bae rolls her eyes and smiles. More sunshine for Kai.
“Fine. I’ll see you Friday.”
And just like that, Kai’s Wednesday afternoon was a lot brighter.
.o.0.0.o.
“Oh. My. God!” Caroline squeals. “It’s a date.”
“It’s not a date.”
“It sounds like a date,” Nora speaks up, glancing up from her phone long enough to smirk at Bonnie. The shorter girl scowls at her roommates for ganging up on her. They were all sitting around the living room in their PJs with their respective snacks and Caroline’s Netflix queue up since it was her turn to control the big T.V. The blonde was a huge Shondaland fangirl, so they were watching How to Get Away With Murder. It was paused when Caroline demanded for Bonnie to tell her why Kai was all smiles after his snack run and Bonnie looked helplessly at Viola Davis’s unimpressed face.
“Guys, it’s not a date. I was going anyway, Care invited me.”
“Yeah, so you could get laid! And Kai is practically front row of the class, waving his hand around, screaming ‘pick me, pick me, Miss Bennett’ and you’re still insisting it’s not a date.”
“Because it isn’t!”
Two pairs of cornflower colored eyes look at her in disbelief.
“He’s my friend. He’s your friend - you invited him too!”
“Oh my god,” Nora muttered at the same time Caroline sputters. “Bonnie, honey, Kai is our friend, but he’s not yours.”
“Yes, he is!”
“He looks at you like a shark smelling blood in the water!” Caroline bursts, having finished short-circuiting. Nora puts her phone down to nod in solidarity of the blonde.
“He wants to fuck you,” she says plainly and Caroline sweeps her hand at the pretty brunette.
“Thank you! And you need it after the Jeremy mess. Besides, I’ve heard around campus that Kai’s pretty good with the,” she makes a catcall whistle.
Bonnie buries her face in her hands and braces herself for a long night. She should have grabbed some wine to go with her lime hot Cheetos.
.o.0.0.o.
Bonnie blanches at the sight of club’s V.I.P. room. It was huge, and per usual for Caroline, who had no sense of limitations when it came to blow-outs, packed with people and free-flowing liquor. It was Caroline’s annual Bloody Valentine party, a sort of weird horror-themed anti-Valentine’s ball - it made no sense for Care to throw it considering her boo’d up status with Klaus Mikaelson, but “it’s tradition, Bonnie!”
The green-eyed beauty leans back against the wall carefully so her roommates wouldn’t yell at her about messing up the hairstyle they did for her. Sipping on her Love Potion drink and watching as writhing bodies got down to Nora’s No Scrubs remix, Bonnie can’t help the flare of disappointment she feels when she’s unable to spot Kai anywhere.
He had to have known she was around - Caroline had stepped up to the mic earlier to play host and introduce Nora as DJ Heartbreaker. So honestly, if the whole party was made aware of her roommates’ arrival half an hour ago, then surely Kai knew she was around.
You’re kidding yourself. He’s probably already drunk and with some girl. You heard Caroline, he has a repu-
“Hello, glad you could make it,” a familiar voice coos in her ear, startling her out of her thoughts. The smell of soap and fresh cologne hits her subtly. “I’ll be your designated extrovert for the evening, if you could please follow me.”
A warm hand wraps around hers and tugs her along to the dance floor and Bonnie inadvertently follows after Kai’s tall form before realization strikes her.
“Kai?” she questions. He glances over his shoulder at her.
“Yeah, party-buddy?”
“Did you just get here?”
“Yeah,” he turns around to face her and pulls her closer, taking her drink and downing the rest in one go. Bonnie is both grateful because she didn’t really like it and appalled because Kai can be so obnoxiously rude sometimes. “Did you miss me?”
The question strikes a nerve and she looks away. “Not really. I just thought you might’ve gotten drunk and forgot we were meeting up.”
“Ouch,” Kai chuckles and draws her in. They start to sway together and Kai’s intense gaze makes Bonnie licks her lips nervously. His stormy eyes narrow in on her mouth at the move and then darken. “I’d never forget about you, Bonster.”
Her heart constricts and she bows her head.
He wants to fuck you.
It’s not like these moments were rare between her and Kai. This...chemistry, this allure, had been there since the first time she’d met the volunteer music tutor two years ago. But back then, she’d been in a long-term relationship with Jeremy and just resisted the pull. She’d been engaged and living together with her fiance, trying to build a future with him - but then of course it fell apart when Jeremy’s ex somehow drifted back into his life and he cheated on Bonnie with her. It had hurt, the disintegration of a relationship she’d held so dear for a while, but after the initial messy dissolution and heartbreak - it didn’t even bother Bonnie like she thinks it should. She’d moved out of their apartment and in with her friends, had pulled herself together and worked her ass off to finish her teacher certification early and now she was employed full-time.
Last month, she saw Jeremy’s announcement on Facebook about Anna’s pregnancy and didn’t even feel an ounce of anger.
But Kai was different. Bonnie wasn’t a coward, but when it came to people and relationships, she wasn’t exactly forthcoming, introverted in the extreme. All of her friends were pretty much the old ones she’s had forever or the new ones who came to her. Kai was of the latter type, always popping up to tease or encourage or piss her off at any given moment, inside and outside of the halls of the elementary they gathered at weekly. His teasing words from earlier hold truth; he was her sort of designated extrovert.
This feeling like electricity, like she could get burned if she got too close, it was always there. And it scared the shit out of her, because if she let Kai happen and he turned out to be another Jeremy...
She wouldn’t be so nonchalant about that. Not if this barely there, unexplored feeling was an indicator.
Suddenly, she’s picked up and twirled around. A huff of laughter is shocked out of her and Kai’s mischievous eyes flash up at her. He lets her down gently, but his arm stays loosely hooked around her waist, his hand just thisclose to grazing her ass. It sends the intrusive thought of what his ringed fingers would feel like squeezing the globes and the spot between her legs clenches.
“There we are. How was your space trip? Did you see the rings of Saturn?”
“No, but I did have tea with a lovely Martian.”
“I’m jealous,” he laughs. He peers down at each other. “You want to get out of here? I mean, I love Caroline and all, but her parties are kind of O-T-T. I’ve got some tea at my place you might like. Some fancy rooibos my sister gave me for our birthday.”
Bonnie swallows and stares up at his face, looking for any signs of deception. She knows it’s not really about the tea. He knows she knows, but he’s willing to pretend if she changes her mind later. He’s giving her a potential escape route. Bonnie nods.
“Yeah, lets go. I’ll text Care later.” Kai grins at her answer and takes her hand again, leading her out of the club. Bonnie can only focus on how well his large hand fits around her small one and the stretch of his shoulders under his denim jacket as she follows him to his car.
.o.0.0.o.
It wasn’t a lie. He did have some fancy rooibos tea tucked away in one of his kitchen cabinets, saved for days when Kai was feeling nostalgic for his family back in Portland and so the box was fairly untouched. He’s sure Bonnie would have liked it, but the second he closes his front door, her hungry mouth was on his and Kai forgot his last name was Parker.
His hands migrate to Bonnie’s hips, gripping them through her lace and sheer dress. He’d wanted to rip the barely-there pink and black fabric off and fuck her like his name was Ron Jeremy the second he saw her, but with her lips pressed to his, right now all he wants is more. More of her body on his, more of her sunshine smiles, more of her disgust with Funyuns and gross preference for hot Cheetos with lime, more of her time. Just...more Bonnie filling the spaces in his world.
Greed was probably going to be his downfall.
Hands sliding from her hips to her ass, Kai grips under her thighs and then hauls her up his body. The petite woman’s legs go around his waist, her arms encircle his neck and suddenly all of Kai’s senses are filled by her. He pulls away from her slightly, breathing in her oddly sweet shampoo.
“Yeah?” he breathes, before his mouth clamps around her neck and sucks.
Bonnie’s answer is the sinful moan that leaves her mouth and the tightening of her limbs around his body. Her nails drag down his back, tugging his denim jacket down and Kai shrugs it off with her help. Their mouths reattach. He takes a few steps forward in the dark, towards the general direction of his bedroom, but forgets trying to navigate when Bon sucks his bottom lip between her teeth and his mouth is suddenly damp with the taste of iron.
His already hardened cock strains even more in his jeans and Kai just laughs, pushing her towards the couch because it’s closer and overstuffed and just as soft as his bed anyway. Bonnie’s hair is rucked, her malachite eyes are heavy-lidded and dark, and her lips swollen and painted red by the blood she lured from his mouth her sharp kiss. She sits up, watching hungrily as Kai shucks his shirt and undoes the front of his jeans, giving his dick some relief from the pressure. Her hands reach out for him, pulling him in as her crawls forward, reclining back into the cushions to give him the freedom to invade her space.
Their mouths meet again. Her dress zipper comes undone beneath his fingers. Kai follows the top’s descent down her body with his tongue, leaving cool trails on her skin. Bonnie had forgone a bra that night, so he latches onto a nipple, sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as can fit, gently rubbing the other into a peak before pinching it harshly - it make her gasp and her body arch into his like a bow, both of her hands burying themselves in his hair. He smiles around the breast in his mouth, glancing up at her with mirth dancing in his eyes. Bonnie swats at his head, but Kai only shoves up the hem of her dress so that the whole thing is belted around her hips, leaving her essentially bare. He presses against her briefly, grinding their groins together teasingly.
“Fuck,” Bonnie utters and Kai likes the way the curse sounds on her tongue.
The long-limbed brunette clasps the seat of her panties with his free hand, feeling the damp and twisting the thin, lacy crotch around his three of his fingers. There’s a threat of removal without actually taking them off, leaving Bonnie exposed to him and the cool air of the apartment. Kai can feel the way her core flutters against his hand, makes himself comfortable in the cradle of her hips as she adjusts herself to fit him there.
Meeting her gaze, Kai deliberately slides one then two fingers, slowly into her core, fingerfucking into her leisurely. Teasing. Bonnie whimpers and it sounds like his name. The small fingers in his hair clench.
Finally releasing the brown nipple in his mouth, Kai blows a breath on it, then laughs at Bonnie’s annoyed groan. The hand making a home of her sex picks up speed and then her irritated sighs melts into appreciative moans and her hands pull him back for another kiss. Thumb pressed to her clit, two then three fingers sliding in and out of Bonnie, Kai plays Bonnie’s body for a few minutes until she’s tensing up, wetting his hand her release and then he’s smiling against her lips, nose bumping hers as he eases off on fingering her slightly to not overstimulate.
“Good?” he breathes. Bonnie nods, eyes half-lidded and dazed.
“Mmm,” she hums, sliding her own hand under the band of his underwear. Kai’s dick is rock hard, the picture of an orgasming Bonnie Bennett, the single hottest thing he’s ever seen. Precum has left a damp spot on his boxers and his tip and Bon’s thumb grazes it, smearing it. Her other hand snakes around his back, squeezing his ass before tugging down the band of his his underwear and jeans.
“Off,” she demands simply and Kai nods obligingly, toeing off his shoes and socks and helping her discard his bottoms. He properly sheds her of her own clothes until at last they’re both bare and flush together and then finally, fucking finally, Kai is sliding inside her warmth, inside Bonnie. He does it again and again, so that they both enjoy it.
It feels good. It feels right. It feels like coming home.
.o.0.0.o.
It’s like maybe one in the morning and after the second time they have sex when the two of them finally get up and drag themselves to Kai’s bed. The next day is Saturday, so neither of them is worried about their respective classes. Kai turns on the T.V. puts on Buffy, but leaves it on a low enough volume so that he can hear Bonnie’s moans as he goes down on her. After her third shuddering orgasm via Kai’s hungry mouth, she pushes him away with a laugh.
“I’m going to die, stop,” she laughs.
“Oh no, not that,” he whispers in mock horror before kissing her again. The science teacher sighs contentedly against his mouth.
Kai smirks as he pulls away, wrapping around her, head on her belly and arms under her back, both of them settling on top of the sheets to cool down. Bonnie’s back is propped up slightly against the pillowed headboard, angling her to better see the T.V. while Kai acts as her human heater.
She gets oddly keyed up the longer they lie there. Kai’s somewhat drowsy, watching Buffy’s misadventures, but Bonnie is really fidgety. The man bites at his teacher bae’s hip half-heartedly.
“Stop wiggling.”
She goes still for a minute, but he can feel the energy building in her body under him. He wonders if she’ll explode if she can’t twitch. He frowns at the thought. He can’t keep her if her guts are splattered all over his wall. Not in the way he wants to at least.
Kai raises his head to look at her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She says it too quickly and Kai narrows his eyes at her.
“Bon,” he utters warningly. Don’t lie to me isn’t said, but she hears the implication and sighs.
“This doesn’t have to be awkward,” she tells him. Kai stares at her. She fidgets again and he grabs her hands, stilling her movement and waiting for her to look at him. Bonnie takes a breath and meets his eyes.
“Look, I mean we’re friends, right?” she asks. “I like being your friend. So this can be a one-time thing, you know? Some weekend fun and then we’re friends again. No big deal”
.o.0.0.o.
It’s not like Bonnie doesn’t trust Kai. She does. They are friends despite what Caroline and Nora think and wanting to fuck each other - having fucked each other - doesn’t change that. Bonnie doesn’t want it to change that. She likes having Kai in her life and she wants to keep him there, but his reputation as womanizer makes her weary and so instead of finding some way to progress she panics and tries to regress.
His face is inscrutable as he stares at her and Bonnie is painfully aware that not long ago that same handsome mug was buried between her thighs and making her scream his name. But it’s about as readable as a stonewall now and so she fidgets again.
His hands tighten on hers.
“So what, you want to be friends with benefits for the weekend, then on Monday, it’s business as usual?” his words are a little harsh, but he doesn’t sound mad. He doesn’t sound anything and it makes Bonnie nervous because she can’t read him when he shuts off like this, can’t tell if he’s actually upset with her or considering her words.
“If you’d like,” she says quietly. His stormy eyes flick over her face quickly and suddenly he stands up, naked body making her flush in remembrance and slight embarrassment before he’s out of the room. She hears banging in what she thinks is probably the kitchen and she wonders if she should leave. Kai has a mean streak, she’s seen it - maybe she pissed him off to the point of him wanting to look for a sharp kitchen knife. Suddenly she remembers that the CDC put out some statistics stating that one of the top killers of American women is intimate male partners and she blanches.
Before she can convince herself to run for the hills, Kai is back in the room and dropping something slightly weighted in her lap. It’s an orange and green family-sized chip bag with a cheetah mascot on the front. Bonnie looks up at Kai in amazement when he plops down on the bed with her.
“I have like, a whole shelf in my pantry just full those gross ass chips. I get a bag every time I’m at the store,” he explains.
Bonnie stares at him. “But...you hate hot Cheetos with lime.”
“I know right?” he scoffs. “They’re gross. But you love them.”
Something in Bonnie’s chest constricts and she stares at the naked man in front of her. She thinks she might cry. Or laugh. Something. There’s a lot of feeling building up in her chest so she needs to make sure.
“You buy these for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?” she asks softly. Kai smiles and grabs at her hand, entwining their fingers. They slot together well.
“I’m your designated extrovert right? I need my little introvert to have a function.”
.o.0.0.o.
Jo stares at him.
“You got together...over your chip preferences?”
“Yup.” Kai pops the ‘p’. His twin raises an eyebrow at him, a sudden mean gleam in her eye.
“So literally, you only have a girlfriend because you’re the only idiot on Earth who doesn’t like lime hot Cheetos.”
Characters-Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Cat Mousseau(Me)
Warnings-Injuries, puking, Death
Series Masterpost
A/N-Still working in the YouAu, it’s pretty much taken on a life of it’s own at this point. Many thanks to @wheresthekillswitch for the beta on this part. Love ya, babe. I honestly tried to get this up before work but some moron hit a something and knocked out all the internet and 2/3s of the cell service around here.
-JediCat
The light was too bright; even with my eyes closed I could see how bright it was. My nose was assaulted by too many smells, from the boys’ aftershave to the cleaners that had been used in the room. Sounds were far too loud: traffic noise from the freeway competed with a closer sound of two drumbeats in unison with each other, breathing and what sounded like water rushing through pipes. Every inch of my skin seemed to be overly sensitive, the motel blankets felt extra scratchy, I could actually feel the air pressing against my skin and every ridge and callus of the hand that was holding mine. And on top of everything I was hungry, and something smelled delicious
“What’s happening to me,” I moaned.
There was a sigh of relief as someone brushed my hair off my forehead. “You’re awake. I was worried, kitten.”
“Sam, make it stop,” my voice was strained and sounded strange to my own ears. “It’s too loud and too bright.”
There was a whispered “Son of a bitch” and before I could move I was handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. Sam touched my cheek softly and asked, “What do you remember?”
I racked my brain. “I called Castiel, we got into the building. We took out six or eight vamps between the two of us. We found the room where you were being held…”
I trailed off because after that there was nothing, just a blank space in my memory. I could feel the panic rising. “What happened? Why can’t I remember what happened?”
“You and Cas busted in like a couple of bad asses,” Dean said in a voice filled with admiration. “You took on the nest leader while Cas got us free.”
Sam’s voice shook, “By the time we were free he had you on the ground with his hand over your face. I took him out but we didn’t know…”
Images and feelings flashed through my mind: my head being smashed against the floor, his voice whispering in my ear, his hand covering my nose and mouth, being forced to swallow because I couldn’t breathe. Fear flooded me when I realized that I’d been turned. I opened my eyes, finding myself staring into Sam’s hazel ones, God this was going to be hard.
“You have to kill me.” I said firmly.
“Mic, no-” he said.
“Sam, yes,” I replied firmly. “I will not become one of the things we hunt.”
“You don’t have to,” Dean cut in. “There’s a cure, but we have to-”
I sat up, flexing my arms, surprised at how easily I broke the chain of the handcuffs that held me to the bed. “You don’t understand. I can hear the blood rushing through your veins and I’m starving. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to rip your throats out.”
The boys took a step back; Dean looking worried but sympathetic and Sam just looked worried. Sam held out a glass of something that looked like mud and blood mixed together, I wrinkled my nose at the smell of it.
“Don’t ask what’s in it, just drink it,” he ordered.
I gave him a dirty look that made Dean laugh. “Get it down, Mouse, the sooner you drink it the faster it works.”
I transferred the glare to Dean. “And how would you know?”
“I’ve been there, Cat,” he replied, serious for the first time. “I was turned a few
years back and it works.”
I took the glass with as much good grace as I could muster and gulped it down. I almost spit it out when it hit my taste buds but controlled the impulse and swallowed it. “Son of a bitch that tastes like…”
That’s when I started puking; Sam got the garbage can in place just in time for me to spew black bile into it. With one hand he held my hair back while the other supported my head as I heaved up what felt like everything inside my body. It seemed to go on for hours but eventually it stopped. Sam picked me up from where I’d fallen to the floor at some point and put me back on the bed.
“I’m going to get you some water and a few other things,” he said softly. “Dean is going to stay with you until I get back.”
I gave a slight nod, unable to hold back a moan of pain when it felt like my brain was sliding around in my head. I heard the door open and close, then the Impala roared to life. Tires squealed as Sam pulled away, the noise making me flinch.
“It’ll get worse before it gets better,” Dean said, keeping his voice soft.
“How do you know,” I asked him,
“Told you, I was-” he began.
“About Sam,” I interrupted him. “How can you be sure it’s really Sam?”
He smiled at me. “Is that what's been bothering you? Cat, no one but Sammy
would have stood by me through the shit we've been through.”
I opened my eyes. “I want to trust him, Dean, but I just don't know if I can.”
“A lady once told me follow your heart and the rest will figure itself out,” Dean said after thinking a minute.
His words followed me as I spiraled down into hallucinations. Some were just weird; others so horrific that I woke myself up screaming. When that happened Sam was there to calm me down. He was there with extra blankets when I was cold or water when I got too hot. He was my anchor to reality when I thought I was losing my mind. The one time I opened my eyes he was surrounded by a silvery glow that was so bright that I immediately closed them again.
“That's his soul you're seeing,” a mellow voice said.
I turned to find myself in a rustic looking room facing a tall, thin man with a
pale solemn face. He was wearing an old fashioned looking dark suit and
leaning on a black cane. When he saw that he had my attention he
stepped aside, gesturing to one of the chairs that sat in front of a crackling
fire.
I eyed him warily as I moved towards the chair; there was a sense of power around him that frightened me. “Do you mind if I ask who you are?”
“I'm Death,” he replied folding himself into the other seat. “I'm... acquainted with your friends, the Winchesters.”
I sat silently, torn between curiosity and fear while I waited for him to continue. As we looked at each other a slight smile crossed his face.
“I can see the questions in your mind,” he said finally. “But you have patience
which will make you a good balance for those boys. Ask, I'll answer you the
best I can.”
“Why, how can I see you,” I blurted out.
“Technically, you're dead,” he replied. “Also, I want you to see me. But that's not the question you want answered most.”
I couldn't see any point in further evasion; this man knew what was on my mind. “How can I be sure that's Sam? I want to believe it's really him…”
“My dear girl, I'm the one who put his soul back,” he interrupted me. “You have my promise that it really is Samuel Winchester.”
Then he gave me that almost smile again. “Their cure is working, you have to go back but your friend gave you some good advice. Remember that and this conversation.”
My 20 Year Old Husband - BTS Fanfic [Day 6 - “Hyung!”]
20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.
Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 /
Your pounding heart chased after your racing pulse as all time came to a stop. The only sound that remained were the faint noises of morning traffic from 10 floors beneath you, and of course, the slow breaths of Jungkook right in your face.
Everything happened like a whirlwind and at some point, he was no longer the object of screaming fangirls. He was just the same boy you first met - a dandy, doe-eyed tourist that felt like a friend. He was just a man, named Jungkook. Stripped of his stage persona, the tables were a little turned now.
His lips parted as he let out a whisper, "Would you..... Like to..... Go out with me?"
You swore he was so awkward but adorable at the same time that made you fall for him harder than before.
"But I thought you idol singers can't date?"
He turned his face slightly away, looking cocky, "I date when I want, who I want." He said oozing in sudden confidence.
"Woh--" You held both your palms up against his chest, "manly much uh? What if your date doesn't?" you amused, enjoying the tension that was growing.
He crouched nearer again and lowered his eyes to your lips as you leaned further and further on your back, trying to maintain distance.
Before you knew it, you felt the soft pillows at your back and there was nowhere else to retreat to. There he was now, hovering right above you.
He whispered in a low and awfully seductive voice, "Ah. I see where this is heading but I don't have all day, missy."
If there was a meter in the room to track your heart rate, you were pretty sure anything more would give you a heart attack. Never in your Twenty(something) years of experience with guys, had anyone made your mind spin, stomach twist, heart race, and well... The adrenaline rush was undoubtedly a turn on.
Jungkook was surprisingly daring despite how the ball was really still in your court. He stared into your eyes once again, hypnotising you into his mesmerising gaze.
"I'll let you know tonight. You've got a concert in a few hours, Mr Jeon Jungkook."
Lightly, you pushed him away, barely managing to disguise the blush and exploding heart that you were not able to control any longer.
You bit your lips, smiling, unable to meet his eyes. Of course you both knew the answer but heck, it was something too precious to spill in the heat of the moment.
His hand caught your wrist as you pushed yourself off the edge of the bed.
"You'll be there won't you?" He asked with those brightly boyish eyes.
"I don't need to, for work. I've already covered the fan meet."
He looked disappointed, somewhat.
"Don't you want to watch us? Or, me?"
"Well.... If you so insist, I don't think I have much on tonight..?" you laughed, embarrassed at your own audacity.
He smiled again, "My only gripe is how you might have to sit alone and right at the front of my side of the VIP zone, where I'll always come by."
"I'll think about it?" you laughed again, picking up your bag as you got to your feet, and headed for the door.
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(Jungkook's POV)
"Jeon Jungkook!"
The unmistakable voice that was always an octave higher than yours greeted you from behind. It came with an arm wrestle and headlock despite of how Jimin was shorter than you were.
"Ah, hyung." You laughed, "sorry, I just saw your texts. She's coming tonight though." You beamed.
Jimin held your head away, examining your face. "Yah.... Jungkook-ah, you're not serious about this are you? You guys just met."
You saw how Jimin's face turned from a tease to a look of genuine worry. "It's going to be fine hyung, I won't make trouble, I promise."
Jimin, still with his arm around your neck, pulled you closer as you followed up into the waiting room of the concert venue.
"Jin-hyung knows too, but not the others. He saw us heading back last night, you'd better go assure him things are fine and I'll leave it for you to let the rest of the hyungs know. Just don't take too long." He ruffled your hair and let go of you.
You greeted the staff as usual and started getting hair and makeup done while the other members streamed in one by one.
Jin sat beside you, and smiled knowingly at your reflection. He didn't say a word, seeing that the waiting room was packed with busy staff. You raised your eyebrows at him, fooling around for abit until the makeup artist said you were good to go.
You went over to the oldest hyung as he pat the empty spot beside him, asking you to sit.
"Yah, you little thing.... doing things behind hyung's back now huh!"
"No hyung," you blushed, "it's not what you think".
Jin nudged you continuously, acting like a childish brother. "Ahhhh hyung knows it all~ we're all men now~"
You quickly shook your head raising hands in protest, "No, I'm not kidding hyung! Nothing happened! I only just ----"
"WHAT? WHAT? JUST WHAT?" Jin's enlarged eyes were urging you to continue.
"Nothing."
He made some annoying kissing noises as he wrapped his arms around himself.
"HYUNG~!" You whined as you gave him a light push, "Stop it already! You know I'm not that kind, come on."
"Arraseo... anyway, we don't have many days here. If you're really decided and serious that you want to go out with her, you'd better seize the days. Did you give her tickets for tonight?"
"Thanks, hyung" I smiled bashfully, "I told her to come.. yeah.. WAIT. TICKETS. Oh crap - I forgot."
Jin's jaw dropped. "You're kidding me maknae."
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You arrived at the basement of the arena, texting Jungkook and wondering how you were going to enter without a media pass.
He'd told you a million apologies that he forgot and there wasn't any way he could get out of the dry rehearsal. He said there would be a way in from the back but he had to get pass some staffs right before the concert to reach their van - where he wanted to meet you.
[Hey, I'm at the basement.] - you
He had to be waiting because the reply came almost immediately.
[Arraseo-yo, I'll be there in a minute. Don't go anywhere.] - jk
You looked around nervously, wondering where he would appear from. In the wide basement were many large MVPs and you weren't sure which one would be theirs.
Just then you hear a door swing open at the other end of the car park and a bright sparkly figure walked out, making clicking sounds when his heels touched the floor.
"Here!" You called out to him, your heart beating nervously as his eyes caught your voice.
He smiled and waved you over as he also made his way towards you.
Making a small run, he looked around ensuring there were no vehicles in the open space, and no one else. As you got closer, he reached down and held your hand.
"Waiting for you was more nerve-wrecking than the concert, really." He made a pouty face at you.
Things were progressing so fast that you were taken aback yourself, not knowing how to react. He was surprisingly a lot more of a straightforward guy than the shy youngest member you thought he would be.
"Won't people ask who I am when I go in there?"
He thought for a moment, "Oh I didn't think so far. So I guess you've got to give me your answer before the concert then."
You hit his arm, "It's not the time for jokes, Jungkook!"
"I'm not joking though! Just tell them! 'I'm his personal tourguide', won't that do?" he laughed, pulling you along and through the door, ignoring your whines and tugs.
You kept your head down and inched as close to his back as you could, letting your hair cover half your face and biting your lips. He bowed politely and greeted the staff along walkways, never letting go of the hand that held yours at his back. You noticed that most people made way for him pretty quickly and that he was friendly with most of them. They didn't look questioningly at him instead, just went along their business. Slowly you straightened your back and walked normally, your tight grip on his loosening a little.
He turned to look back at you as he slowed his pace and came to a stop.
"Okay. I need to ask your permission for one thing right now, and you've got to say yes."
"What is it?"
He stepped aside and you saw the sign on the door - "Artiste Waiting Room - BTS"
You gasped, hearing voices behind it.
"I told my hyungs that I've decided to bring you to meet them before the concert, and they're really excited to see you."
"Wait, wait.. Jungkook, I'm not ready for this!" You squealed, doing a little anxious step with your feet.
"It's okay, it's okay... and, if it helps... I'm nervous too.." he bunched his other hand into a fist and jumped along with you. "So let's just get it over and done with, please? Can we?"
At this point you both were 2 strange folks jumping in small steps outside the waiting room, only that he was the only one smiling and looking excited.
"You ready? We can do this." He put his hand on the handle.
"No, no no!" You watched as his knuckles gripped the silver bar and pushed it down, slowly opening the grey doors.
The noise from inside ceased and you held your breath.
Jungkook's happiness and excitement was more than evident as he smiled so widely that all his teeth were showing.
"I'M HERE!" He announced, taking a step forward to block you from the member's view.
You recognised Jimin's voice first from the lot.
"Did you get her?"
Jungkook nodded, "Yes, but she's a little nervous."
He turned to his back, whispering to you gently, "Don't worry, they're all nice hyungs and no one else is here."
You could see Jimin trying to bop his head and jump with a wave, "It's me! me!"
Jungkook saw you letting out a smile and opened the door a little wider to reveal Jimin, clad in a suit with a deep V-line.
"OMO!" You were shocked at the exposure but Jimin was unfazed.
"Come on in and meet the rest of us, I'm so glad you're okay now. You don't know how worried I was last night." He smiled like a kind brother/mother/kid and with the eye makeup up close, you realised he was not any less good looking than Jungkook, who had near perfect facial features that makeup accentuated.
Jungkook led the way in, holding your hand and Jimin shut the door, leaning against it.
The boys were all in their stage outfits and had a glowing aura about them.
The first to speak up was Namjoon and he held out his hand instead of bowing. You reached and shook it, to your surprise it was large and warm, and he held your tiny hands with both of his and shook it, bowing. "I'M SO SO SO SORRY OUR MAKNAE HAS MADE LIFE SO TOUGH FOR YOU SINCE HE ARRIVED, I KNOW HOW MUCH OF A STUBBORN CHILD HE CAN BE AND I'M SO THANKFUL YOU PUT UP WITH HIM"
"Ah, Hyung! What are you talking!" Jungkook hurriedly held Namjoon's hand as he animatedly let it go.
The other members also stood up but you noticed they were smiling and beaming like parents, whispering to each other.
"Oh, Jungkookie, our maknae has grown up now." J-hope teased loudly, raising his eyebrow at the hand-holding.
You quickly tried to release the hand but Jungkook only caught it even tighter.
"What are you doing?" He whispered to you in a low voice, "Hajima!"
That only earned a bunch of low echoes from his members as they 'Wooooh' and 'Ahhhh-ed' at you.
You smiled, and nodded awkwardly, looking at them one by one, "Hello... again..."
"Oh she's so cute." Taehyung smiled, and waved at you with a wide smile.
You waved back quickly, recognising him from yesterday as well.
Jungkook began, "So, yup please look after us kindly and erm... Chae-rin lives here so if there's anything you need to know, I thought you might want to ask her now." He looked over at you, smiling again while biting on his lower lip. Signaling you to take a seat if you wanted.
Immediately the boys made way and asked you to sit as they fumbled around, keeping their smiles and trying to make you feel at ease.
"Jungkook-ah, you need to do the introductions first." Jin quickly said, and you got what he meant.
"AH! ah, yes - So Chae-rin, here's Jin... hmmm oppa?" He wasn't sure if he liked the sound of it now that he heard it for himself. "Yoongi... oppa, Hoseok... oppa.. AH. I can't do this." He laughed, and Jimin quickly took over.
"You suck at this totally."
Jimin introduced them one by one in order of age until he came to himself and Taehyung. "We're all same aged, right? Call us by anything you're comfortable with."
They gave you the warmest smiles and you actually did feel at home with them. In all that Jungkook kept close to you, always looking at you and checking on your expression. He could tell the members really liked you as well.
"... oh, don't you guys need to go get ready now?" You looked at your watch. You had been in the room for nearly 10 minutes now.
Namjoon stood up, "We'll see you later alright? Enjoy it, Jungkook's really gonna push it so hard today for you - I know it."
You laughed along, as you saw Jungkook sigh in nervousness.
"I better get going now." Turning to him, he was all smiles.
"I'll walk you out to the gate."
"No, don't" You stopped him, "I know my way around here, remember?"
"It's not that --" He protested, while smiling.
"I know, I know... but you should compose yourself and focus instead of thinking about other stuff now. This means alot to everyone." You gave his arm a squeeze.
He nodded obediently, following behind you and pulling the door open for you.
