Your boyfriend’s band played their music loudly in Lex’s basement, the vibrations going through your body as you sat on the floor. With your back against the wall and your eyes on your boyfriend beside you playing the drums, you felt your heart stutter. He always looked the happiest while drumming.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” Trip yelled, making you jump. Jam held his drumsticks in the air, stopping himself from continuing. Lex and Hawk both stopped playing guitar, Hawk’s voice cutting off abruptly. “I messed up. We gotta start over.”

“I didn’t even hear it, man.” Jam shrugged.

“Yeah, I thought we were doing pretty good, man.” Lex said. Trip groaned in frustration, throwing himself onto the bed.

“We weren’t. I keep messing up, man. I can’t get that one chord right. It’s starting to piss me off, man.” He rubbed his hands over his face in annoyance, earning an encouraging slap on the knee from Hawk. He sat up, searching the sheets around him for something before asking who had the bong last.

“Oh, shit man, here. Sorry,” Jam apologized. You grabbed the bong off of the table beside you for him, handing it to Trip. Jam rubbed at the back of your neck and squeezed in appreciation.

“Thanks, man.” Trip muttered, taking it from your hands and going to light it before cursing under his breath. “Shit. You forgot to change the water, Jam.”

“Here, just give it to me. I’m going to take a piss anyway. I’ll just fill it up in the sink when I’m done.” Hawk shrugged, holding out his hand.

“Hey, man, you staying tonight?” Lex nodded towards Trip, setting his guitar on the stand before sitting beside him on the bed.

“Probably. My mom won’t notice,” Trip replied, shrugging. “What about you, man? You haven’t stayed at Lex’s since like, March, man.”

“Yeah, I can probably stay. My mom has a meeting until six. She hasn’t let me stay since she smelt weed on me that time. She just wants a reason to get me in trouble, man.” Jam sighed heavily, standing up and stepping off of his seat. You stayed seated, comfortable and warm.

“Do you want to stay or do you want me to take you home at midnight?” He turned to you, his eyebrows raised at his own question.

“I’ll just stay here with you guys if thats okay with Lex’s mom.” You replied, nodding towards the stairs.

“She won’t care. You’re good, man,” Lex said to you before turning back to Jam. “You don’t even get to live a normal life, man. I feel bad for you, man. Shit must suck.”

“I only got two more years and I’m out, so.”

“Here, dicks.” Hawk interrupted, holding out the bong after shutting the bathroom door. He looked at you while Trip tugged it out of his hand, winking to tell you he didn’t mean you. You smiled. “Should be good for another hour or so.”

“Nice. Thanks, man.” Jam said, watching the boys have their turns before it came over to him. You watched as he took a hit, sucking it in heavily before blowing it out. You gulped. He always looked so hot smoking. “Wanna get in here, babe?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I-” You started.

“Come on, man. You’ll like it.” Trip whined, motioning for you to come over. You bit your lip nervously, looking at the rest of the boys. Hawk and Lex stayed silent but were smirking, as if challenging you. Jam sat there patiently, just holding the bong out towards you like an invitation. “Come on, man.”

“Okay, okay.” You sighed, standing up and making your way over to the bed. “I’ve never..” You grumbled when Jam went to hand it to you.

“Here,” Jam whispered, grabbing your waist and tugging you towards him. “Put your mouth here. Yeah, thats good. Just make sure no smoke comes out; make sure your mouth is covering it all.”

You wrapped your lips around the top, trying to make sure you were following all the directions. Trip snickered at your inexperience, making you pull away and smack him across the chest. “Shut up, Trip.” You growled, your voice full of insecurity and nervousness.

“Don’t pay attention to him. Just put your mouth back on and I’ll light it for you, okay?” Jam spoke softly, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded. You watched him light the bowl, the smoke dark and cloudy. “Now you suck in.”

You listened, inhaling a small amount. You watched Jam grab the bowl out as he instructed you to exhale. You nodded, your cheeks halfway full of stinky smoke. You breathed it out in Lex’s face, coughing before you could apologize.

The boys laughed and clapped around you, Jam and Hawk smacking your back as you coughed into your fist. “Look at you go, (Y/L/N).” Trip teased, elbowing your knee. You smacked him blindly, still coughing.

“You inhaled too much. You gotta be careful, man.” Hawk chuckled, shaking his head at you. You squeezed your eyes shut as your throat burned, the cough settling. “You really went for it, man.”

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered, your voice raspy and deep. Your throat itched.

“Yeah, you inhaled too much. Here.” Jam handed you his cup of water from the table, watching as you chugged it within seconds. You handed the empty cup back, wiping at your mouth before shoving the bong away from you. Lex took it from you, laughing and shaking his head. “Sit down.” Jam laughed softly.

He grabbed at your waist again and pulled you onto the bed, sticking you between his legs. He spread them for you so you could fit, squeezing them back once you seemed comfortable. “You okay?” He whispered in your ear as you watched Lex hand the bong to Hawk.

You nodded. “Yeah. My throat was just scratchy.” Your hands rubbed at your neck, trying to give it some relief. Jam pressed a kiss to the back of your head as you scooted backwards to get closer to him. He met you halfway, pushing his chest against your back.

Lex handed the bong to Jam, turning his head and exhaling the smoke behind him so he wouldn’t be blowing the smoke directly in your face. You felt guilty knowing you had accidentally blown it in his face but he was being generous and making sure he was keeping it away from you.

Jam wrapped his arms around you and attached his lips to the bong, lighting the bowl above your head. “Come here,” He whispered, his voice raspy and deep as it was full of smoke. He tapped your arm.

You turned around, watching as he grabbed your face and pulled you towards him. He pressed his lips against yours but before you could kiss him, he was blowing the smoke into your mouth. You gasped and your eyes flew open, staring into your boyfriend’s eyes. They were a little red and swollen, but chill for the most part.

“Jeremiah.” You whispered in disbelief after blowing the smoke out. You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand but Jam just leaned forward and kissed you again (properly this time).

“Here. It’s your turn.” He said sweetly, handing it to you. You moved into a more comfortable position beside him, Lex scooting over to make room for you. Jam watched you intently to make sure you were doing everything right, a proud smile on his face.

You lifted the bowl, looking up at Jam to make sure you were doing it right. He licked his lips and smiled down at you, nodding. You inhaled and set the bowl back before holding it out for Hawk to take it from you. You exhaled after a few seconds, your lungs expanding and your throat feeling lighter than before.

“You’re high, now, huh?” Trip laughed, making you blush. Hawk laughed at the redness of your eyes. Lex leaned into you to see your face, snickering quickly after making eye contact with you.

“Feel good?” Jam asked with a giggle in his tone. You just nodded, unsure of what to say. It felt as if everyones eyes were on you (they were).

For the next twenty minutes or so, the five of you passed the bong around before you pushed it away from you when Jam went to give it to you. You shook your head, pushing his hand away from you. “I-I’m okay.” You said.

“Okay, baby.” Jam nodded, grabbing you by your shoulder to press you against his side. “You okay?” He whispered in your ear, pressing soft kisses on your cheek as you nodded.

“Yeah, just tired.” You whispered back, pushing your head underneath his chin to slide your head onto his shoulder.

“You go to sleep, then. Hey, pass me that blanket, would you, man?”

Your eyes were so heavy you couldn’t open them to see who he was talking to. You felt a breeze of cold air hit your body as one of the boys tossed you a blanket. Jam unfolded it just enough to cover you enough, wrapping it around your shoulders and making sure your body was covered.

You cuddled more into his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you to keep you stable. Within minutes, you were out.

“You guys ready?” Hawk asked the boys, setting the bong on the table. They nodded, all standing up from the bed to get back to their instruments before Hawk nodded towards you. “What about sleeping beauty?”

Jam looked down at you and pulled a stray hair from your lip where it stuck. “She’ll be fine. She’ll sleep through the whole night, I bet. Help me lay her down, man.”

Hawk and Jam weren’t the closest friends in the group, but you and Hawk were pretty close so the two boys bonded more after you got with Jam. Hawk nodded, helping your boyfriend lay you down on the bed and covering you up with the blanket. Sensing you were comfortable enough, Hawk stood up and walked over to the boys.

“Goodnight.” Jam whispered to you, pressing an almost nonexistent kiss to your pouty lips. He, too, then followed suit and gathered with the rest of the boys.

He was right, too, for the most part. They practiced and you were completely still, totally out of it. It wasn’t until the four boys laughed at Trip’s antics did you start to stir.

“You’re a fucking moron, man.” Jam laughed, making Lex and Hawk laugh even harder themselves. Your boyfriend’s voice pulled you from your slumber, your eyes opening slowly. You hissed at how heavy they felt.

You sat up, rubbing at your eyes with your fists. You noticed they had turned out the light and had turned on the lamps, the moonlight from the large basement window shining on the bed. You looked at the clock on the wall, groaning when you saw it was only half past one. It felt much later.

You wanted to get up to pee but your eyes were so heavy you couldn’t keep them open. You laid back down, deciding to just go back to sleep. You turned over, pulling the red blanket to your chin, nuzzling further into Lex’s pillow as your body shivered.

You closed your eyes and fell back asleep quickly, the boys’ voices behind you as they laughed and talked about some idiotic thing Trip did. You fell in a rather deep sleep this time, only waking up because your bladder couldn’t hold anything in anymore. When you woke this time, all the lights were out except for the small blue fairy lights hanging from the walls.

You squinted towards the clock, seeing the time was just a little past three. You looked around the room for the boys, your heartbeat racing at the thought of being left alone in Lex’s basement alone at night. You could just barely make out the two bodies on the couch bed across the room, the one curled on the chair, and the one laying beside the bed you were laying in.

You breathed a sigh of relief after seeing they hadn’t left you. You sat up and rubbed at your eyes, a lot less heavier than before. Your throat was dry and your stomach growled. You gulped, pushing the blanket off of you as quietly as possible.

Looking down at the floor, you tip toed around the big lump hidden underneath the large comforter. You made your way to the bathroom, flicking on the lights before hissing in pain. You shielded your eyes and squinted, looking back at the boys to see if you had woken them up.

The light allowed you to see them better. They were all asleep, still, unbothered. You smiled sweetly at the sight of them. Hawk and Trip were sprawled across the couch bed, Lex was in the chair, and you could barely see blonde curls poking out of the blanket on the floor.

You closed the bathroom door softly.

Feeling more awake than before, you opened the door and turned off the lights quickly, skipping back to the bed eagerly. You smiled widely at the sight of your boyfriend. You lifted the comforter up just enough to squeeze yourself in beside him. He stirred slightly but after a few seconds you could hear his snores continue.

You placed the comforter back over his body like he had it before, assuming he was as cold as you were earlier. You curled up behind him, pressing your back against his as you tucked your legs inbetween the space of his own.

Before you could even try to go back to sleep, you felt Jam groan beside you, twisting and turning before turning his front towards your back. “(Y/N)?” He whispered, lifting his head up to look down at you. You smiled and scooted yourself back, connecting your back with his chest. He laid his head back down against the pillow, wrapping his arm around you loosely.

“I had to pee.” You whispered, your heart flipping from nervousness. You don’t know why you felt so shy all of a sudden but you did and you hated it.

Jam chuckled at that. “Cause you drank so much damn water.”

“The smoke was making my throat dry!” You retaliated, softly slapping the hand on your stomach.

“I know, I’m just fucking with you,” Jam whispered, his tone more soft and sweet. “How do you feel now?”

You shrugged, placing your hands on top of his and mindlessly playing with his fingers. “I’m definitely not as tired but I’m really hungry.”

“I know, we almost ordered a pizza a little past midnight but we didn’t know if anyone was open. We were hungry, too.” Jam sighed, making you smack your teeth at the mention of pizza.

The two of you stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, just breathing and thinking silently. “Why did you sleep on the floor?” You asked, your voice hesitant and soft.

“You just looked so comfortable I didn’t want to move you over. Plus, I didn’t know if you cared or not and I didn’t want to wake you up and ask. You were so tired.”

“I wouldn’t of cared.” You said immediately. Your boyfriend smiled at your words, scooching closer to you until your noses touched. “I love you.”

Jam looked at your eyes before looking down at your lips, which you licked instinctively. “I love you,” He whispered. “Come here.” He smirked, nodding his head towards himself. You smiled, leaning forward when he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck.

He pressed his lips against yours, his thumb rubbing at your jaw. Your heart burned and you ached for your boyfriend. You scooched closer until the two of you were pressed against each other awkwardly. You slid your fingers into his hair and kissed him harder, making his breath hitch. His knee pressed your legs apart, making you gasp into his mouth.

You pulled away from him, your cheeks red at the sound and eyes dilated and still red from the weed. “I’m not going to want to stop if you keep going and they’d never let us live if they catch us.” You whispered.

“I know,” Jam whispered back, his hand rubbing at your hip. You bit your lip. “I just really want to kiss you.”

requested!

Danny was usually in a pretty good mood, but today he seemed to be annoyed with everything and frustrated beyond belief. You sat on his bed in silence, trying to ignore the tension in the air and just focus on your geometry but it was hard. Danny sighed heavily, making you gulp nervously.

“Sweeney fucking sucks, dude. I didn’t even do anything wrong.” He huffed, leaning further into his chair. You shrugged.

“I think he’s nice,” You spoke softly. “Plus, I’ve heard hes really smart, too.”

Danny looked at you in confusion. “Where’d you hear that?” He asked with a scoff. You looked up at him in annoyance.

“From a shit ton of people. I’m just saying. I think he’s a good guy.” You watched his face contort to disbelief. You did everything in your power to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his childish behavior.

“He’s not ‘a good guy,’ (Y/N). He’s an asshole. He’s making me rewrite my entire paper in one night!” Danny laughed dryly, gesturing towards the computer screen.

“You wrote it on Mein Kampf, babe,” You scoffed. Danny rolled his eyes. “I told you it wasn’t a smart idea but you didn’t listen to me. I tried to tell you, Danny. It’s only two pages— I can guarantee you it won’t take long, baby.”

You tried to be softer with your words, hoping it would loosen him up but it only seemed to make him more angry. “You didn’t say a word to me.” He argued. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked around like you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yes I did. You asked me if I thought it would be a good idea, and I told you no.”

“When?” Danny asked harshly, his face twisting. He turned away from his desk and rolled his chair closer to his bed to face you, his legs spreading further apart while he leaned forward to try to intimidate you.

“Last Thursday?” You replied, your answer coming out a question without intending to. “It was right before you took me home. We were laying in your bed talking about random shit and you brought it up.”

“Now you’re just making shit up. I never asked you that.” Danny shook his head. “Besides, why would you tell me no? That doesn’t even make sense.”

You closed your notebook, your homework completely unimportant at this point. “Making shit up? Danny, you sat here and asked me—”

“No, I didn’t.” He interrupted you, his words sharp. He crossed his arms across his chest. You looked into his pretty brown eyes where you noticed the anger in them. Your own anger was bubbling up and the harsh eye contact the two of you were making was just making you more mad.

“Like I was saying before you interrupted me— you sat here and asked me if I thought it was a smart idea. I said no and nothing else was said. That was that. It’s one thing if you don’t remember it, but don’t sit there and call me a liar.” You looked up at him with a small frown forming on your lips that you tried desperately to hide but you know he caught it.

“All I’m saying is that I don’t even know why I would of even asked because I was going to write it whether you agreed with it or not.” Danny sneered. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re so annoying.” You muttered. You grabbed your homework and turned your back to him, opening your notebook back up as you sighed heavily.

“You’re annoying.” Danny whispered under his breath. You could hear the wheels of his chair rolling on the floor as you imagined him rolling himself back to his desk. You rolled your eyes once again.

You decided to ignore him, hoping his attitude would fizzle and things would be better by the time he’d take you home. You tried to finish your homework by yourself, but Danny usually helped you with geometry. It was his favorite subject and he helped you with it every week.

“Hey, Danny?” You piped quietly, afraid of speaking too loud. He didn’t move. You gulped. “I can’t get number eight. Can you help me?”

Danny’s eyes stayed focused on the computer screen in front of him. He typed away, looking up and down at his fingers on the keyboard and back up at his words. Your heart twisted a little but you stayed quiet.

He probably just needs a little more space, you thought.

You shuffled on his bed awkwardly and tried to figure out the problem yourself. After about thirty minutes of trying, you sighed and decided to just take a break. You closed your notebook and looked over at your boyfriend. You bit your lip as you watched his solemn face as he typed his paper.

You took a deep breath and licked your lips before pushing yourself off of the bed. You walked over to his desk, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. His cologne immediately made you smile and you forgot he was upset with you until he shrugged you off. You frowned and pulled your arms away. “You should take a break.” You spoke almost silently, your voice so quiet it was surprising he even heard it.

He didn’t say anything. His silence made your heart ache but you couldn’t help but get frustrated again. “Whatever.” You said, walking back to his bed and throwing yourself down on it. You grabbed a magazine off of his nightstand, your eyes catching the picture frame of the two of you.

It was a photo his mom took on the night you first met his family. It was before his dad died— before Derek went to prison— before everything changed. Your heart sank at the Danny you first met and the Danny that sat across from you now.

It was only three years ago, but nothing was the same. In the photo, the two of you were sitting at the table laughing at a joke Derek had said beside you. It was your first picture together. You had your short hair, and Danny had his long hair. He was beautiful with hair. You missed running your hands through it— you missed the smell of that shampoo he always used.

That night, when he walked you home, he kissed you on your porch. It was soft and only a few seconds long, but you remember the gasp you let out when his lips touched yours. You remember the butterflies you had that night, how his eyes seemed to twinkle when he looked at you after letting you go. You suddenly felt the urge to cry and you bit your lip to contain your tears.

You distracted yourself with the magazine, forgetting about Danny and his attitude. You flipped through a few pages before a knock on the door made you turn your head. You heard Danny’s chair creak, and you heard him laugh softly when Ally ran into the room. You smiled immediately.

“Hey, what are you doing, girlie?” Danny asked, lifting his little sister up proudly. He was standing now, and you could see the stress leave his body when he looked at her in his arms.

“Saying goodnight.” Ally’s soft voice answered, making Danny look at the clock beside his bed. You looked too, your eyes flickering to the photo for a second before you looked back at Danny and Ally.

“Oh, yeah. It’s late. You got to go to bed, little girl.” Danny tickled her side, making her giggle. “Give me a kiss.”

Ally leaned in and pressed a kiss against his cheek before wrapping her small arms around his neck. Danny hugged her back, his large hand rubbing at her back as she pulled away. You smiled widely when she turned towards you with her arms open. Danny’s smile dropped and you felt the urge to cry again.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Ally said. Danny passed her off to you, making sure the two of you didn’t touch in the process. You held her to your chest and hugged her before kissing her goodnight.

“Goodnight, princess. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled at her, pushing her bright blonde hair behind her ear. She smiled at this and pressed a kiss to your cheek before you set her down on the floor.

“Love you!” Danny called after her as he watched her run out of his room, her small hand on his doorknob already.

“Love you,” She replied before looking at you. “Love you.”

“I love you, too, babe. Sweet dreams.” You said sweetly. Ally waved and shut Danny’s door once again. You turned toward your boyfriend as soon as she was out of the room. Your heart was on fire.

Danny looked at you for the first time in two hours, his eyes angry and afar. He was standing up still, bending over to grab a pack of cigarettes from his desk drawer. “What was that?” You asked, lifting your arms in a shrug before letting them fall to your sides.

You watched him light the cigarette and toss the lighter onto the desk. “What was what?” Danny asked. You rolled your eyes.

“That!” You pointed towards the door. “What you just did with Ally.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He scoffed, walking past you to sit on the corner of his bed. He grabbed the magazine you were reading, flipping through the pages to find something interesting. You folded your arms.

“I was reading that, asshole,” You muttered. Danny just shrugged, the cigarette hanging from his mouth as he surfed through. “You’re being a jerk tonight, Danny.”

“I’m not even doing anything.” Danny argued, immediately getting defensive when you accused him of being a tool. You laughed dryly at this, which you knew he hated.

“Oh, what the fuck ever. I asked you for help with math and you completely ignored me. Then, when you were giving me Ally, you acted like you’d die if you were to touch me.” You explained. Danny refused to look up at you as you stood in front of him.

He stayed silent. He was getting mad and you could tell— but you didn’t care.

“You’re just mad I said Sweeney was a good guy.” You pushed him further, making him exhale angerly. Smoke filled the room and he pulled the cigarette off of his lips, holding it between his fingers.

“You don’t even know him.” Danny’s voice was low and quiet— his angry voice. He peered up at you darkly. Your body bubbled up with even more anger at how much of an asshole he was being.

“And you do?” You asked. Danny bit his lip.

“I spend at least two days a week in his office, (Y/N).” He stated matter-of-factly. “You’re being stupid.”

“Because you do stupid shit!” You argued back, making him shake his head. He took a long inhale of the cigarette and pushed the butt into the ashtray next to him. “You wouldn’t be in the principal’s office if you did what you were told, Danny.”

“Now you sound like fucking Sweeney himself. Congratulations!” He exclaimed, clapping at you sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and leaned further back onto his bed until his back hit his wall.

“That wouldn’t of been a problem three years ago so why is it one now?” You yelled. Danny looked up at you immediately. You saw him clench his jaw tightly and his eyes started to squint slightly. Your heart raced and you felt the hot tears back at your eyes.

“What do you mean?” He asked through his teeth.

“You know exactly what I mean, Danny.” You whispered, eyes burning a hole in his.

Danny’s tongue pushed against his cheek, his eyes angrier than ever. You looked at the photo of you two on the nightstand, your eyes traveling back and forth between the Danny in the picture and the Danny in front of you. A tear fell at this, and you stifled a sob.

Danny followed your eyes and grabbed the picture frame, placing it facedown. “I was young and stupid then; didn’t know what I was talking about.”

You leaned forward to put the picture back up but his hand was preventing your desired action. “Stop.” You growled, your hand now on his as you tried to pry his fingers apart. “You’re being a fucking dick.”

Danny grabbed the picture from you completely, holding it out of your reach. Tears fell from your eyes in frustration as you looked at him in disbelief. “Put it back, Danny.” You snarled, wiping at your nose. He shook his head.

“No.” He said sternly, pushing your arm away softly when you reached to take it.

“You know I’m right.” You replied, your tone just as heavy.

“I’m not the same person I was three years ago, (Y/N).” He stood up now on the other side of the bed, the two of you facing each other. You watched him put the picture down on his dresser behind him.

“Trust me, I fucking know.” You scoffed.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asked harshly, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you up and down. More tears filled your eyes.

“You’re a completely different person, Danny!” You gestured towards him. “You used to be this loving guy who was friends with everybody. You were a good student and you looked up to your brother.”

“Stop it.” Danny said, his voice shaky.

“No!” You shouted. “You loved listening to the stories Derek told you about Sweeney and his class. You always told me how excited you were for the day he was your teacher. You told me almost every single day how much you admired him and what he taught and now you shit on him every chance you get.”

“Fucking stop it, god damn it.” Danny nearly yelled. You didn’t stop.

“Everything was perfect until that night. The night your dad ate dinner with us and basically told Derek he was an idiot for believing his teacher,”

At the mention of his dad, Danny grabbed at his head in frustration, pacing back and forth as you continued.

“Remember when we were all playing that board game and you wanted to be the black character because he was your favorite? And instead of playing, he scolded all of us for three hours straight and you were so upset you ended up staying the night at my house. You cried so hard that night, Danny. You cried and I was there. Then Derek got grounded when he got caught reading the book about slavery. You started acting weird and then one day you randomly showed up to school with your head fucking shaved!” You screamed, unaware of how loud you were being. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you held in a small sob.

Danny stopped pacing and slammed himself down on his bed, the springs underneath of it shrieking. You stormed over to the other side of the room where he was at, swiping the photo off of the dresser. Danny looked at you with tired eyes.

“You don’t even look the same, Danny. Look! Not only do you act completely different, but you look like a totally different person!” You pointed at him on the frame, making him shake his head and look away. “You wrote a paper about Mein Kampf and you’re talking shit about Sweeney. What would the Danny in this picture say if he knew that?”

He didn’t respond. You only sighed and tossed the frame onto the mattress where it landed beside his thigh. “I’m going home.” You wiped at your face with your sleeve and grabbed your things and shoved them into your bag. You looked back at him before you walked out of the bedroom, hoping he’d say something or stop you or try to talk to you rationally. He just sat there with his head in his hands, not saying a word. “Right.” You muttered, your voice breaking.

You threw open the door and slammed it shut, rushing out of the house before Davina could question you. You shivered at the cool night air and wiped under your eyes one more time before telling yourself to stop crying. You had just made it out of Danny’s neighborhood before you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned around and saw Danny running towards you. Your mind raced and your palms began to sweat. He stopped a few feet in front of you, just standing there looking down at you with shiny eyes. You watched his chest rise and fall, his breath far out of reach. He gulped and licked his lips, his eyes scanning over your face.

Your eyes met his and within seconds you were sobbing again. Danny grabbed you instantly, pulling you toward him as you cried. He wrapped his arms around you strongly, swinging you back and forth while you cried into his neck. You hugged him tightly, your heart aching and your chest burning. “Shhh. It’s okay, baby.” He whispered quietly, his fingers tangled in your hair.

“I miss you, Danny.” You cried, making Danny sniffle into your hair. He tightened his hold on you.

All Danny had been talking about for the past week was Derek’s release and how excited he was to see him again after three years. Today was finally the day. He skipped school for the day to help his mom and sister pick Derek up.

Now here he was in front of your door, begging you to go with him to Cameron’s party. “Please? I want you to meet Derek and Cam’s been asking when he can meet you since we got together.” He explained, his excitement clear as day.

You sighed heavily, looking at your boyfriend with big eyes filled with different emotions. “Danny, I don’t want to get involved with th—”

“I won’t leave your side, it’s just for like, an hour at the most. Just enough for you to meet Cam at the very least and you can come home with Derek and I after and meet him. Okay?”

“I don’t have a problem with meeting Derek; you know I’ve always wanted to meet him,” You whispered. Danny’s face contorted into confusion, his eyebrows furrowed as if to ask ‘Then what’s the problem?’ “I don’t want to go to the party— I don’t want to be involved with anything that has to do with Cameron.” You murmered, looking down at your hands nervously.

Danny sighed. “Well you’re involved either way because you’re my girlfriend,” he replied back firmly. You gulped nervously. “Just come with me, babe. It’ll be fun— I want you to meet my friends.”

You licked your lips anxiously, lifting your head to meet his eyes. He outstretched his hand toward you encouragingly, making you nod and smile nervously, giving in. He smiled back and you took his hand, getting pulled in for a hug before the two of you left for the party.

Your heart sank in your stomach the minute you two entered, your palms sweating. You licked your lips and pressed your body closer to Danny’s. He was talking with Seth and some random boy and he nodded at whatever was said and looked down at you as you pushed yourself against his side. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and rubbed at your arm softly to help ease your nerves as he went back to nodding and talking to the two boys.

Your arm snaked around his waist, sliding under his jacket to squeeze at his side to thank him silently. He squeezed your shoulder back in response.

“So you’re Dan’s girl, huh?” Seth questioned, his gaze dropping to you. Your stomach flipped and you licked your lips nervously before nodding. “How come I’ve never met you?”

You had made Danny promise you that you would never have to stay within ten feet of Derek’s best friend after hearing stories after stories. Yet, here you were.

You shrugged, unsure of what to say. “I-I don’t know, I guess we just never really.. You’ve never been around whenever I’m with Danny,” You tried.

“For six months?” Seth snorted, not buying your words. Your heart raced and the loud music and slurs being yelled did nothing to help.

“Eight.” You muttered, not even meaning to reply. Danny chuckled at you and when Seth rolled his eyes, you felt Danny tense up for a moment.

“Look, man, I think we’re just gonna chill for a while.” Danny spoke up, nodding his head toward an abandoned couch in the corner of the party. Seth nodded understandably and watched as your boyfriend dragged you away and to a much safer place (to you, anyway). “Sorry, I didn’t think he’d interrogate you. He’s an ass sometimes.”

You only nodded, not really knowing what to say. Your heart was in your stomach and you felt pangs of regret about agreeing to go with him in the first place. You allowed him to let go of you to walk between people towards the couch, his hand reaching out behind him for you. You grabbed his hand tightly, his cold and yours hot and sweaty. You hoped he didn’t notice.

What he had noticed, though, was how close you had sat yourself beside him — nearly on his lap. “Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes searching your face. He caught everything from your nervous habit of biting your lips to your eyes never being able to hold steady eye contact with him. You didn’t have to reply for him to know your answer. “I’m right here, kid. It’s all good.”

You hesitated before nodding, not knowing what to say. You heard a large yell and a few laughs after, making you turn your head. Danny’s large hands stopped you, his hands on each side of your face, forcing you to look towards him. “Hey, I’m serious,” He whispered. Your eyes locked with his and you felt your heart rate slowdown. “You’re alright.”

His eyes dropped to your lips for a moment before they lifted back up to your eyes. You nodded quickly, your own eyes watching your boyfriend’s lips with heart eyes. The moment you looked back at Danny’s eyes he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours gently.

You kissed back instantly, your hands gripping his forearms. He turned his head to kiss you deeper than before, making your stomach flutter. He pulled away and pecked you softly once before whispering, “You gotta calm down, baby. Gotta get you some medicine or something.”

You just pressed your lips back against his, wanting to feel him. You hadn’t been intimate in almost two weeks and you didn’t really know why, but you definitely missed him. He rubbed the sides of your face with his thumbs, kissing you slowly and softly like he usually did when you were nervous or upset.

He wrapped his soft pink lips around your top lip while you wrapped yours around his bottom lip. This was how he usually kissed you, taking his own time with each lip before he kissed you regularly. It was your favorite and you never had to tell him for him to know this. You let go of his forearms and gripped his jacket, squeezing the fabric as his lips massaged yours.

He pulled away from your top lip carefully, your lips sticking together for a moment. You almost whined at the feeling. He moved his lips back between yours, your lips encasing his as you kissed him passionately. “Love you.” You murmured when he pulled away to begin kissing your bottom lip.

He wrapped his lips around your bottom lip, his top lip pushing against yours a little more roughly than before. You jumped just a little, pushing yourself closer to him. Danny pushed your leg with his, making you spread your legs as he pushed his knee inbetween you to get closer. You couldn’t help but push yourself down onto his knee, the friction making you moan. Danny smiled and pulled away for a moment. “I know you do, kid,” He whispered back, his voice raspy and low. “Love you too.”

You smiled back and he dropped his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you again— hard. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing your tongue against his lips to get him to open his mouth. Danny chuckled at this, squeezing your side before allowing you to slide your tongue against his.

“Danny,” Seth spoke, making your heart stop. Danny pulled away from you but kept his hands on your waist as he turned his head towards his friend. “Cam wants to see you.”

Your heart sank and you grabbed Danny’s collar tightly while your thumbs rubbed at the back of his neck. Danny sighed and let go of you, pulling his knee away and standing up. You sighed softly.

“Come on.” Danny turned to you, wiping his lips off with the back of his hand. You followed this action instinctively, suddenly feeling embarrassed and ashamed for having kissed your boyfriend at a party when anyone could have seen (and probably did). “You don’t have to go in the room just come with me so you’re not alone out here.”

“Hey, I could watch her for ya,” Seth chirped, a smirk playing on his lips. “She won’t be alone.”

You looked at Seth anxiously and back at Danny with unreadable eyes. Danny raised his eyebrows and held out his hand. “Now.” He ignored Seth’s comment and spoke firmly to you, making you gulp and stand up, placing your hand in his as you followed him to Cam’s place.

You climbed the stairs and within a few seconds you were walking into a warm room. You shut the door behind you and Danny let go of your hand. “Just sit here and I’ll be out in a sec— shouldn’t take long.”

You nodded and sat on the chair, watching as he opened the door and exclaimed once he walked inside. “Hey, man. Seth told me you wanted to see me?” He looked back at you and you nodded before he shut the door. You could hear the two men in there talking as if you were in the room with them.

The words being said made your stomach flip and tears burned your eyes. You hated that Danny was affiliated with shit like this and no matter how many times you begged him to get out of it, he refused. You wiped at your cheek and felt anger rise up in your chest.

A few minutes go by before the door opened and a man walked in. He noticed you right away, making you squirm nervously. You wiped away your tears instantly, sitting up straighter as you sniffled. He was clearly confused and wanted to ask, but he didn’t. Instead he nodded at you with a small smile and walked straight to the room Cam and your boyfriend were in. Your heart raced in fear.

“You gonna put that in your paper, Danny?” The man asked upon opening the door, making the two men quiet. You gulped and leaned forward, trying to get a look inside. He stood there in the doorway, blocking your view from seeing either Cameron or Danny.

Danny laughed. “Hey, man.”

“Well, look who’s here,” Cameron spoke. “The return of the soldier.”

The words made you shiver and it took you a few moments to realize the man that had just walked in was Derek. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt the tears back in your eyes.

Derek ignored Cameron’s comment, instead turning to his little brother. “What are you doing here, Danny?”

“Come on, man, you knew I had to check it out,” Danny chuckled dryly. “You knew I was gonna come.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Let the kid alone, Derek. He knows when to go to bed.” Cameron spoke deeply. You felt uncomfortable and wanted to go home. You folded your arms in frustration and leaned back against your chair.

“Go wait outside.” Derek said.

“Come on, Der, I’m not doing anything.” Danny explained, shrugging. You heard his arms fall back into his lap. His response to Derek only made you more angry, your eyes rolling at your boyfriend.

“Come on, there’s this little girl out here crying and she looks like she’s waiting,” Derek mentioned, your heart stopping nervously. You nearly groaned when he mentioned you crying.

“Okay, well I gotta check out.” Danny sighed.

“Go easy on her.” Cameron joked. His words made your stomach flip and you wanted to throw up.

“Alright,” Danny laughed. You leaned forward just in time to see your boyfriend walking past Derek, stopping when he grabbed his arm. Danny looked up at him and you nearly jumped out of your seat to grab your boyfriend.

“Wait for me right outside.” He said softly. He let go of his arm and Danny walked past him and straight to you. You rolled your eyes and watched as his face contorted in confusion. You stood up and stormed to the door, slamming it open and walking out with Danny right at your heels.

“Yo,” Danny called, jogging down the steps to catch up with you. Anger clouded your eyes and the more tears threatened to spill. You finally stopped at the bottom of the stairs, Danny nearly colliding with your body. “What’s your problem?” He asked softly.

You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Derek told you not to come tonight?”

“Yeah, but so what? He’s not the boss of me, (Y/N). I wanted to check it out.” He repeated, gesturing around them at the large group of people. You shook your head. “Is that why you’re mad? Seriously?”

“No,” You said. “Well, yes, but I’m mad that you dragged me here when you knew I didn’t want to come and you weren’t even supposed to be here. I’m mad that you’re friends with that racist piece of shit and I’m mad that you left me alone when you promised me you wouldn’t.”

Danny sighed and rolled his eyes. “He’s not my dad, you know. I don’t have to listen to him and I don’t have to listen to you, either.”

“Oh my god, you’re not even listening to me!” You exclaimed in frustration. Danny laughed sarcastically.

“Yes I am! I’m listening to you even though you’re being crazy right now and crying over dumb shit!”

“You’re such an ass.” You muttered, shaking your head. You turned to walk away but he grabbed your arm. “Stop.”

“No,” Danny snapped. “You can be mad at me all you want but you’re staying here with me where I can see you. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You laughed in shock, making Danny’s face drop. “So it’s fine for you to worry about me and not want me to get hurt but when I do it, I’m crazy? Fuck you, Danny.”

“Fuck you.” He replied. You pushed past him and sat down on the couch forcefully, the same couch you two had just made out on, the energy completely different. Danny continued to stand there, leaning on the staircase as he looked at the party. Neither of you spoke to each other, just stayed there in silence as Seth’s screaming rang in your ears as he sang in the microphone.

After about ten minutes, Derek rushed out the door, making you and Danny turn your heads. Seth ran up to him and met him halfway, grabbing him as he tried to walk away. “Where’s Cameron?” He asked loudly. “Where the fuck is he?”

Derek pushed him off and began walking. Danny leaned off the staircase to watch him. You stood up to watch, too.

“Hey, Derek!” A girl yelled. Danny cursed under his breath.

“Stay away from me, Stacey,” He ordered. “Danny!” He yelled, causing Danny to turn back at you and grab your hand. You interlocked your fingers immediately, following as he rushed towards his big brother. Nerves filled your entire body and you felt like getting sick.

Stacey’s screaming went in one ear and out the other as the two of you squeezed past people and walked as fast as you could to get to Derek. “Hey, Danny!” Derek screamed. Danny pushed past three dudes, more eager than ever. “Hey, Danny! Come on!”

Derek’s eyes were trained on the both of you as you were just inches away from him before Seth stormed up to him as he pointed a gun at him. “Where the fuck are you going?” He screamed. Derek turned around and Danny stopped dead in his tracks, making you run into his back.

“Danny.” You whispered, fear climbing in your throat. Danny pushed you behind him, his arm around you. You pressed yourself as close to him as you could, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in your hands as you dug your face into his back. Danny wrapped his other arm around himself, his left hand around your back to press you against him and his right hand on your head sweetly.

“Seth!” Danny screamed. You could feel his heart racing through his back. You snaked an arm under his armpit to hold his chest, your hand covering his heart as if to slow it down somehow.

“You make me fucking sick!” Seth growled.

“Seth!” Danny screamed again. Tears fell from your eyes at the terror in your heart and Danny’s voice. “Put down the fucking gun!”

Stacey screamed for Seth to shoot him and more people began to follow. “Seth!” Danny screamed louder. He let go of you and pushed you back further into a group of people to protect you and ran towards his brother.

“Danny!” You screamed, your voice trembling and your face soaked with tears.

“Seth! Seth!” Danny screamed harshly, his voice cracking. You let out another cry for him in return.

Seth inched closer to Derek every second. Your heart felt as if it was going to burst. Danny ran behind Seth, making him turn his head in surprise. Derek grabbed his wrist as soon as he looked away from him, making Seth fall to the ground and shoot the gun towards the dark but well lit sky. Seth groaned in pain and Derek grabbed the gun from his hold.

“Danny! Danny, please!” You begged, sobbing in the corner fifteen feet away from your boyfriend. Danny was out of breath and was standing up from where he was crouching when the gun went off. He didn’t even seem to hear you.

“Back up! Back up!” Derek repeated, pointing at anyone who tried to get too close to him. You watched nervously as Seth sat on the ground inches away from your boyfriend. He backed up and began to run, continuing to point the gun. He finally turned his back and ran out of sight.

You looked back at Danny as you panted nervously. He looked angry and lost and he looked over at you for not even a second before running towards you. You ran towards him, trying to get to him faster. He grabbed at your wrist tightly and pulled you along as he followed Derek.

You hissed in pain but stayed silent, running as fast as you could to keep up. You saw Derek at the street across from where you and Danny were. He threw the gun and bullets in two seperate trashcans. As he walked past a storage unit door, Danny let go of your hand and sprinted towards Derek. “Hey!” Derek yelled in surprise.

You ran over to them as Danny pushed his older brother against the door. “Fuck you! Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?” His voice was hoarse from screaming Seth’s name so many times. He grabbed Derek’s collar and kept slamming him against the door.

“Let go,” You tried, grabbing at the back of Danny’s jacket. He pulled away from you. “Danny, what the fuck are you doing? Let go!” You yelled angerly.

“Danny, easy! Danny, Danny- relax. Relax. Danny, take it easy, Dan! Take it easy!” Derek yelled, trying to push him off of him.

You let out a sob when Danny let go and stepped back. He didn’t seem to notice but if he did, he didn’t care.

“I fucking hate you, Der!” Danny exclaimed. You sighed in frustration, reaching for your boyfriend’s jacket again. He shrugged you off once more, making you sniffle.

“Alright, alright— shh. I mean it.” Derek shushed him, looking around nervously. This only made you more nervous and you started to look around yourself.

Danny grabbed at his collar once more, slamming him back against the storage locker. “Huh? Huh?”

“Come on, shut up! Shut up!” Derek yelled.

“Daniel!” You snapped, grabbing his arm tightly, making sure your nails dug into his skin on purpose. You were angry— angrier than you had ever been at him.

He let go of Derek and grabbed him again. “What’s happened to you, Der?” He slammed him one more time. He was out of breath and seemed to be more sad than angry. You kept your hold on his arm but loosened it once he repeated his question tearfully. “What’s happened to you, Der?”

“Hey.” You whispered, grabbing his arm with both hands to try to pull him away from Derek and towards you. They stood in silence for a second, just staring at each other. Danny shoved him again. You let go of him, grabbing at your hair in frustration. Derek just leaned back against the door, panting and staring down at Danny.

Danny dropped his hands to his sides and looked away for a moment before looking at his brother in hurt. “Come on.” Derek said, tapping his shoulder and pulling him into his side as they walked. You wiped your nose with your sleeve and followed at the nod of Derek’s head, motioning for you to come too. You walked in silence and you felt angry and upset and your heart twisted in your chest.

The three of you walked to a random place in town, the nearest place with bleachers to sit on, you assumed. You climbed up and when Danny sat down and looked up at you with sad and hopeful eyes, you felt the tears coming back. You sat down on the other side of Derek instead. Danny laughed sarcastically. “So fucked.”

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to see that tonight, I told you not to come.” Derek snapped back.

“Fuck you, man.” Danny’s tone was tired and sounded defeated. Your heart squeezed in pain. “That was so fucked up.”

“I know, I know,” Derek sighed. “It wasn’t supposed to happen that way, alright?

“That was fucked up— that’s all there is to it.” Danny covered his face in his hands, his voice muffled and cracked. You stifled a sob and turned your head to face the other way so neither of the boys would see your tears.

“That’s not what I planned, it just all went to shit. To shit.. totally out of control.”

Danny lifted his head up. “What’s fucking happened to you, man?” He murmered once again. Derek sighed. This time you couldn’t hold in the upcoming sob. The three of you stayed quiet for a while.

“I’m sorry.” Derek whispered, placing a hand on his little brother’s back and then on your head, rubbing your hair around messily. You sniffled and wiped your nose with the side of your hand. “Really.”

Danny sighed and looked over at him before he let his eyes travel over to you. His watery eyes softened upon meeting yours. “Come here.” He mouthed. He tried to whisper it but nothing came out. You shook your head nervously as more tears fell. “Come here, baby.” He spoke this time.

Derek patted your head encouragingly. You stood up and began to climb over the bleachers below you to get to your boyfriend. Danny stood up and grabbed your hand to help you climb. He wrapped a hand around your neck and lifted your head up to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Your lips quivered and the terror of the whole event rushed through you again, making you sob. Danny shushed you and pulled you into him quickly, his arms around you as tightly as possible. His hands rubbed up and down your clothed back as he pressed soft kisses on your cheek. “I’m sorry, okay? You’re okay. I’m right here. I’m sorry.” He whispered in your ear.

You tightened your arms around him at this, crying harder as you dug your face into the crook of his neck. His hand went up to the back of your head to cradle you, shushing you as you cried. You pulled away after a few more minutes.

Danny’s heart ached as he looked at your features. Your eyes were red, swollen, and wet and your lips were puffy. Your cheeks were a pretty flush of pink and he couldn’t help but run his thumb over it adoringly. “Love you.” He said.

You smiled and placed your small hands along each side of his face as he had done to you about an hour earlier. “I love you.” You replied. Danny pushed a piece of hair that stuck to your wet cheek behind your ear and leaned in to kiss you.

Despite the moment being soft and loving, he kissed you roughly and passionately as if he was pouring every ounce of love for you out. You stood on your toes to kiss him harder and show him what he was showing you. Danny reached down and grabbed the flesh of your ass to help you meet him without straining. You moaned quietly and pulled away for breath. Danny panted, his hot breath hitting your face.

His hands remained on your ass, each hand holding a handful of your skin. “Wait—” You realized, your face turning white as you went to pull away from him when you realized Derek was still there. Danny shook his head and pulled you back towards him. “But Derek—”

“He left. It’s just us. It’s okay.” Danny reassured you. He let you pull back just enough to turn around and look— Derek nowhere to be found. Danny squeezed your ass again, pressing you closer to his front. “It’s just us.” He repeated, voice more firm and soft.

You looked back up at your boyfriend, the dark look in his hooded eyes making you gulp. You looked at his swollen lips before pushing yourself even closer to his body, gasping when you felt his hard cock press against your thigh. He hissed at the sudden touch and you grabbed his neck and pulled him down harshly to meet your lips.

Danny smirked against your lips and kissed you back, his hands squeezing your ass one more time before moving to the back of your thighs where he tapped twice. You pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes. “Do you want me to fall?” You asked, making him laugh.

“You’re not going to fall. Trust me.” He rolled his head at your overthinking. When you didn’t reply, he looked down at you. You licked your lips nervously and more blood rushed south of him. “Jump.” He whispered.

You looked back up and felt your core tighten around nothing at his dark eyes and heavy voice. You jumped and he caught you immediately, his hands on your ass as he held you. Your legs wrapped around his middle and you didn’t hesitate to lean down and press your lips back against his.

Danny breathed heavily, his arms tightening on you as he turned and laid you down on the cold metal bleachers. You hissed at the temperature and Danny hovered over you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s cold..” You admitted shyly. Danny laughed and slid off his jacket before placing it underneath of you. “That’s better. My baby’s so good to me.” You smiled, running your finger down his chest.

Danny rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.” He whined, making you giggle. “I’m not a baby.”

You slid your hands underneath his shirt, biting your lip when you felt his warm skin. Danny hissed at your cold hands and recoiled for a second. “You’re mine.” You said anyway, sneaking your hands along the edge of his boxers.

“Yeah?” He asked. You nodded slowly. “Good. You’re mine.” Danny whispered back, his hands brushing at your hair. “All mine.”

He leaned down to press soft kisses along your neck, making you gasp. Your hands gripped the top of his pants and underwear, your fingers curled down into his boxers. You tangled your fingertips into his pubic hair and pressed your skin to his pelvis for warmth. “Fuck.” Danny hissed.

“All mine,” You repeated. “You’re mine, Danny. And I’m yours. Always.”

Danny lifted his head from your neck, nearly moaning when you gripped the base of his dick. “Always. You’re mine and I’m yours, baby.”

“Fuck, I love you.” You laughed, leaning up as far as you could to press a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back softly and he leaned his head back when you began to kiss along his neck. Your hand tightened around his cock. His breath hitched. “Daniel, I love you.” You whispered to yourself this time, your heart swelling as you looked at your man above you.

Seokjin:

He often sleeps on his back and likes to have something in his arms. Most of the time, this is you. You usually sleep with your head rested on his chest, curled into his body as possible. He runs his hands through your hair, toying with it, but it always flops down onto the mattress lazily when he finally falls asleep. When he’s on tour or unable to be with you for some reason, you’re replaced with RJ.

Yoongi:

Yoongi often sleeps with his arms crossed or folded between his legs— he just feels comfortable like that. When he does, you just curl up to him and usually dip your head into the crook of his neck which has always fit like a puzzle piece. He never minds your touchy-ness and in actually welcomes it.

Hoseok:

Because of the hair habit his mother started, he usually sleeps on your chest so you can play with his hair and run your fingertips along his skin until he falls asleep. You like the extra weight on you and it makes you feel more safe than any other position.

Namjoon:

He just goes with whatever you’re feeling, honestly. He doesn’t really mind. If you want to sleep on your side, he’s ready to spoon you. If you’re cold, he’s ready to hold you on top of him. If you’re emotional or if you just had a fight, he usually holds you in his arms and you two lay there until you fall asleep. He respects you when you want space or are hot and don’t want to cuddle, even if its hard for him not to grab your hand at the very least. He’s flexible and is willing to do whatever, as long as you both can sleep well.

Jimin:

Jimin loves to spoon you, and loves to be spooned. It just depends on the day and how work has gone for the both of you. Sometimes you argue because you want him to hold you but he just wants to be held after a long day and one of you just has to make a sacrifice. It’s rare for either of you to be sleeping on your back or stomach, it’s mostly your sides and because of that, your go-to is spooning.

Taehyung:

Taehyung has to have something in his arms to sleep. You curl into his body tightly with your face against his chest, your arms around his torso, and your arms intertwined with him. When he turns, you turn. You’re not going anywhere at night.

Jeongguk:

“He was eye fucking the shit out of you— did you just expect me to not do anything?” Carl yelled, his blood boiling. He wiped at his nose, the dark blood staining his hand. “You’re pissing me off, (Y/N). I was protecting you.”

You shook your head, staying silent as you pushed him down so he’d sit on the toilet seat. This only angered Carl more. He watched as you wet the towel in the sink with cold water so you could wash his face. “Carl..” You mumbled quietly, sighing in frustration. You turned off the water and stood between his open legs.

“I’m fine, I don’t need you to help me,” He hissed, leaning back away from your body. You grabbed his shirt to pull him closer, and he snatched at your hand. “I’m fine!” He repeated, throwing your hand at your side when he managed to pry your fingers off of the fabric of his collar. You tripped and nearly fell into the bathtub, your chest heaving and the wet cloth forgotten and fallen to the floor.

You looked up at Carl, who gulped and breathed heavily as he looked back down at you in silence. He had a small spot of skin that was showing from where you had wiped at it before he shoved you off of him. Your eyes burned with tears, and you bit your lip before looking away. Carl sighed heavily when you stood up. He grabbed at his hair in anger while you grabbed the towel and threw it at his chest.

“Then take care of yourself, you little shit,” You yelled, sniffling. “Thanks for caring about me and protecting me, but I’d like it if you stayed out of trouble, you know! You just got out and they’re going to send you back if you do stupid shit like” You motioned to his bloody face and hand. “This.”

Carl furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed. “I never asked you to take care of me in the first place, (Y/N)! And I don’t even know why you’re being paranoid about me being sent back, babe it’s not going to happen. Everything is fine; nothing is going to happen. Just stop freaking out and trust me, for fuck’s sake!” He screamed back, grabbing the cloth off his chest and walking in front of the mirror.

“I’m your girlfriend, Carl, that’s what I do— I take care of you. Just like you tried to take care of me, dipshit. It’s the exact same. And for the record, you don’t know shit about shit. You can’t tell the future and neither can I, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. My fucking bad if I don’t want my boyfriend getting in trouble with the cops again— how crazy and selfish of me!”

“(Y/N), that’s different.” Carl rolled his eyes, scrubbing rather harshly at his bloody face. You wanted to tell him to be gentle, but you decided against it and figured he’d figure it out himself when he broke out the next day.

You just nodded, done with the conversation at this point. “Sure, Carl. Whatever you say. I’m going to bed.” You spoke quietly, slamming the bathroom door as you walked out. You walked into Carl’s bedroom and crawled into the bed, curling into yourself as you shut the light off. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you pulled the covers up to your chin.

You sniffled and tried to sleep, but you couldn’t. So you just laid awake with a heavy heart and a head full of what-ifs; what if Carl did go back to jail? What if this time he got a longer sentence? What if you wouldn’t be able to see him again for years, all because he was careless, or stupid, or was trying to protect you?

The door creaked open, making your heart jump. You quickly shut your eyes and bit your lips to avoid sobs from coming out. You hoped Carl wouldn’t notice your wet cheeks, or how you were still awake. You always hated showing emotion during fights with him.

The bed dipped, and you felt him shuffle next to you. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you prayed he didn’t notice how irregular your breathing was. Your heart dropped, however, when he turned his back to you and pulled the blankets up to his shoulders. He always did this when you two fought, but it still hurt everytime. You were about to tell yourself to be strong and not cry, when the front door slammed open downstairs.

“Carl, get your fucking ass down here!” Mickey yelled, making the both of you jump. Carl sat up and looked back at you in confusion, seeing you had the same expression, before the two of you rushed down the stairs. He stopped at the end of the stairs, you right behind him. “You fucking owe me, Gallagher.”

Mickey had a small cut on his eyebrow and a bruise starting to form on his cheekbone. “What are you talking about?” Carl asked. You wrapped your hand around Carl’s bicep, pushing him to the side a little to see Mickey better.

“What the hell happened to you?” You chirped.

“That little fucker from earlier. You’re welcome.” Mickey replied.

“What?”

“The little fucker you beat up for looking at your girl— he was telling everyone he was gonna press charges,” He shrugged. “So I took care of it.”

You laughed sarcastically, tapping Carl’s arm a few times before pushing past him to drag Mickey into the kitchen. Carl sighed. “Mick, you didn’t have to do that. I would of taken care of it.” He said, trailing behind the two of you. His voice was soft and quiet, embarrassment and guilt apparent.

“What’s it matter now? It’s over with. Just know you owe me.”

You opened a beer and slid it to him as he sat at the kitchen table, lifting his head up for you to clean off the blood from his eyebrow.

Carl’s heart sunk. Mickey was the toughest guy he knew, and he had no problem letting you clean his face off after a fight. Not to mention the fact that you had been right; if Mickey hadn’t taken care of him, he would of pressed charges and Carl would of gone back to jail.

He sat at the counter and waited for you to be done with his brother in law before pulling at your shirt. “Carl—” You muttered, stopping when he grabbed your head and shoved it in his neck. He wrapped his arms around you and held you against him, pressing a kiss to your head. You gulped in shock, biting your lip to contain the tears.

“You’re right. It was stupid and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t let you help me, and I’m sorry I punched that little bitch. I’m sorry, okay? I should of listened.” He spoke softly in your hair, his tone gentle like it always was when he felt shitty after a fight.

You slipped your coat on, rolling your eyes as the dumbass boy from your Calculus class called after you. “(Y/N), come on. It was a joke! I didn’t mean it— come back.” You laughed bitterly at this, trying to keep your tears in.

“Fuck off, Marcus.” You muttered, flipping him off before pushing the doors open.

So much for a fun night.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you stood in the cold, your body shivering and already covered in goosebumps. You were four blocks from your house, and now that you had walked out, you didn’t have a ride. Your only option was to walk so you got to steppin’.

Tears stung your eyes as your brain became overwhelmed and scattered with thoughts. If you had gone with Lip like the two of you had originally planned months before, it would of never went like this. You wouldn’t be walking home with mascara running down your face in the middle of winter during prom, that would of never been an option with Lip.

You sniffled and wiped at your face, unable to see clearly at this point. As you stood at the curb waiting for the car to pass, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned, seeing a tall and thin shadow jogging in your direction. Seeing the car turn, you carefully walked across the street, starting to get closer and closer to your house. You noticed the footsteps behind you were continuing, making you turn around once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you made eye contact with the jogger in the dark, your heart hammering in your chest. “(Y/N)?” The redhead spoke softly, jogging to catch up with you. He stopped beside you, smiling and looking at you. “I haven’t seen you in a while but you look great! What are you doing out here?”

You smiled, Ian’s words making your heart flutter. You were the closest to Ian— the first Gallagher you had actually met. It was him who introduced you to Lip and he was more than supportive of your relationship, but he was also the most disappointed when you ended things.

Ron knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. You had been off for the past few weeks, and it was really starting to worry him. He had asked you about it a few times, but after you stormed off with tears in your eyes last week, he decided not to push you any further. Instead, he’d just stay by your side and listen when you were ready to confide in him.

“Hey, you.” Ron whispered softly, his large hand resting on the small of your back. You snapped your head up, his presence pulling you out of your own head. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your heart fluttering when he bent down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Hey.” You replied with a small voice, your cheeks heating up when you felt his hand began to move in small, comforting circles.

“Do you wanna hang out tonight? Hermione is helping Harry study for something, and he probably won’t be back until late. We can watch movies, if you want.” Ron smiled down at you, his smile fading slowly as he noticed your facial expression.

Your stomach twisted at his words and you gulped, trying to figure out what to say. You backed away from your boyfriend nervously, his hand falling from your back. Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he went to open his mouth to speak, but you already started. “I think—”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Draco called from down the hallway. You turned around to look at him, nervousness bubbling in your stomach. Ron reached out and grabbed your elbow, pulling you closer to him. You let him pull you back, and you let him hold you against his side. “How’s the practice going, Y/L/N?”

Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at you in confusion. “Practice? Practice for what?”

Draco gasped dramatically, making you roll your eyes. Your heart was starting to pound in your chest, and you just wanted to scream. You wished you would of locked that damn door. “You don’t know? Wow, Weasley. Some boyfriend you are.”

harry potter:

N/A

ron weasley:

N/A

draco malfoy:

- Comfort [A, F]

cedric diggory:

N/A

neville longbottom:

N/A

fred and george weasley:

You had tried your absolute hardest to clean the blood off of your nose; you had tried your absolute hardest to cover the bruise on the corner of your lip with concealer. You had tried your absolute hardest to hold in your tears as you made your way to Snape’s class, your mind replaying the previous incident over and over again.

You let out a sigh of relief as you sat down at your seat (on time, thankfully). You went to set your things down, catching sight of your hand in the process. Your heart dropped in your stomach, and your eyes burned with tears.

You read over the words that were dug onto your skin: I will never cheat again.

should I make this a series?

holding hands

- if he has a nightmare during the night, he’ll whine and reach for your hand and the two of you will squeeze each other’s hands before going back to sleep, “it’s okay, bub. i’m right here.” you’ll whisper in the dark.

- when he says something that upsets or rubs you the wrong way, you often scooch far away from him, wherever that may be (on the couch, in the bed, in the car, etc). he always gives you some time before he’s reaching over and grabbing at your hand, intertwining your fingers. neither of you say anything, but neither of you have to.

requested!

This was the third fight you’ve had with your twelve year old daughter this week. You had only asked her to help you with the dishes, yet she blew up on you like you had asked her to help you murder somebody. “I mean, for fucks sake! Why is she being so mean lately? She’s never been like this before.” You sighed in frustration.

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe she’s just going through something at school.” Your boyfriend suggested, shrugging at you softly while he folded the laundry beside you. “I think you should just ask her— talk to her, you know? I think it’ll help.”

requested! also i just got broken up with and i’m having a really, really hard time and all that’s really helping me is writing and the boys so ): this hits way too close to home

“Would you stop being a little baby and come on? I told you it’ll be good, so just listen to me,” Hoseok huffed, dragging his best friend into the small coffee shop for open mic night. When the boy opened his mouth to complain once again, Hobi rolled his eyes and pushing him gently into the empty booth. “I’ll buy you a coffee, alright? Just hush and listen. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

Yoongi sighed and threw his head back, resting it on the wall behind him. “Fine,” He agreed finally, sitting back up to give his best friend his order (as if he didn’t already know it). Hoseok smiled widely at him, patting him on his shoulder with gratitude as he thanked him. “Don’t mention it.” Yoongi mumbled as he watched his friend walk away to get their drinks.

He looked around, staring at the girl on the stage in front of him. His throat hitched, his mouth became dry, and his heart pounded in his chest. She was beautiful.