#(( Two months of near silence and this is what breaks it: baby talk. ))
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He’s MY baby, too, y’know!
#you all have such cozy little lives (dash commentary)#welcome to the internet! (online post)#charlie alpha lima (broadcast)#(( Two months of near silence and this is what breaks it: baby talk. ))#(( Anyway pipe down we all know it's your baby too. ))#(( They're just talking about moms not dads. ))
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PART 2 | AFTER FIVE YEARS
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader
Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.
Warning: None
AN: We are still getting there guys. I'll update as soon as I can. Please bear with me. You can comment down so I can tag you for the next part. I hope you like this one. Love youuuu!
Cael faced Carlos. He said thank you and gave him his sweetest smile. The smile that he actually got from him. Yes, Cael is a spitting image of his father. He is indeed Carlos mini-me which you think is unfair as you are the one, who carried him for months and took care of him for years.
Looking at Carlos standing in front of you is making your world stop. Your shoes become glued, refusing to move your feet out of the ground and an immense silence dampens your ears. And the moment you met his eyes, your mind started to tell you to run but your body is casually betraying you. All of this made you rethink your decision to come back here.
Fate must be joking with me and this is not very funny.
“Mama, can I still get an ice cream?” Cael said, interrupting your train of thoughts. Your eyes move to your son.
Thank you baby, I think your ice cream will save us right now.
You smiled and gave him a nod of approval. You swiftly reached out for his hand and made a move. Years have passed and you thought you were completely healed and had the strength to face him again. But now that he is here, you realize that your wounds are still fresh.
Cael, get Mama out of here. Please, I'm still not ready for this. Not yet.
You didn't even say thank you to Carlos for returning your son safely in your arms. But before you can even walk away from him. Carlos called out for Cael, which made your son stop and look back at him.
“Wait Cael,” Carlos said and started walking towards you two.
What the hell? Get away from me. I mean from us.
He knelt down to talk to Cael. He is just a few inches away from you, talking with your son, with his son. You stand frozen beside Cael not knowing what to do. You are just trying to read what Carlos is trying to do and what's going on in his mind right now.
“I think I'm also craving ice cream. Can I come with you bud?” Carlos asked, not breaking eye contact with Cael.
Lies. You don't like ice cream Carlos. You are not fond of it. What are you even thinking right now? How can you stay so calm when I am literally about to faint here?
You saw how Cael’s face lit up. That glow in his eyes and that smile in his face, you knew he wanted Carlos to come with you two. No doubt about it you know Cael's expression very much.
“Mama, can he come with us?” Cael said looking up to you, waiting for your response. Carlos also looked at you.
“Mama please,” and there goes Cael giving you his puppy eyes. And Carlos smiling beside him is not helping the situation. You never know that Cael and Carlos combo is something you cannot resist.
“Okay, fine. He can come with us,” you gave in and rolled your eyes. Cael gave Carlos a high five before giggling with each other.
What is going on, seriously? How come these two get along so much when they just met? What on Earth is happening?
Carlos lifted Cael and carried him. Your jaw dropped but immediately brushed it off. You two walk side-by-side towards the ice cream stall. And it is the longest walk you have taken in your entire life. You can't help but wonder why Carlos is not asking you anything.
You bought two chocolate ice creams for the boys. Meanwhile, you got a pistachio ice cream for yourself. You didn't even want an ice cream in the first place but you needed something to do to lessen how awkward you feel about this whole situation. The three of you sat on the bench near the ice cream stall.
“Mama, what's the flavor you got?” Cael curiously asked while looking at what's on your hand.
“It's called pistachio ice cream, honey. Do you want to try it?” You asked Cael who is now sitting on Carlos lap. You try to focus on your son avoiding Carlos.
He is invisible, he is not here and he is not real.
Cael nodded and gave your ice cream a try. His face immediately wrinkled which made Carlos laugh.
“You didn't like it?” Carlos asked while wiping some of the ice cream at the corner of Cael's lips.
“It doesn't taste good, Mama. Chocolate is better,” Cael said after gulping the remaining pistachio in his mouth. You just laugh at your son's reaction.
You sat there awkwardly until you finished the ice cream. All this time you were munching the pistachio that you got, avoiding having conversation with Carlos. Fortunately, he is also not talking to you and just focused on Cael on his lap. They are casually teasing each other, giggling beside you. You are still puzzled why he is just enjoying the moment and not confronting you. You know he definitely has a clue on what's going on and you can notice that.
After having ice cream, Cael and Carlos decided to play tag. You have never seen Cael this happy. This view feels so wrong but feels right at the same time. It feels so wrong that that the boys have to meet this way. But it feels so right that they are finally having fun with each other.
The sky changes into its orange hue. Carlos offers to drive you two to where you are staying here in Madrid. You didn't refuse because you were too exhausted to even grab a cab.
“Where are you two staying?” These are the first words that he said to you. After five years of not seeing each other this is where you start your conversation.
“In a nearby Airbnb,” you bluntly replied.
As you entered his car, his scent started intoxicating you. It is still the same. This scent once felt like home but not anymore or as you make yourself believe it was not anymore.
The drive to your place was still awkward. You were in the passenger seat with Cael who is constantly asking you questions about what he is seeing on the road. And you can tell that Carlos is checking on you two in his rear-mirror.
“What was your name again?” Cael blurted out of nowhere while leaning to Carlos at the driver seat.
Wait, what Cael? Baby, you two played together and you didn't even know his name! Now it makes sense to me how you didn't even insist that he is your Papa immediately after he told you that maybe he just looks like him. Cael, I think I should remind you more about not talking to strangers, honey.
“You can call me Uncle Chilli,” You raised an eyebrow on what he just said.
Uncle Chilli, huh?
“Okay, Uncle Chilli,” Cael said giggling. You can see that he finds his name silly.
After almost an hour's drive, you finally arrived at your place. You immediately get out of his car with Cael. Carlos followed you two at the doorstep. You then opened the door and let Cael go in first.
“I think we need to talk,” Carlos said.
“Yes. We need to. That's I'm here,”
I'm calling all the angels and saints, the Avengers, and even Power Rangers. Please give me the strength to talk to this man.
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Meeting the Team
Carol Danvers x Female Reader
Carol brings Monica and Kamala home to take refuge for an evening and to meet her wife. Fluff ensues
Note: I was just thinking about Carol having a secret wife and the lovely Monica and Kamala meeting her. Enjoy this one!
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You’re stirred from your sleep when you hear the sound of a ship landing near your house. You hope it’s Carol’s.
When you hear the sound of the front door unlocking, you roll out of bed and walk to greet her in the front room.
She’s in her suit but it looks a little worse for wear. Carol catches sight of you and the weight falls off her shoulders.
“Hey sweetheart,” Carol says softly, a smirk rests on her face.
You cross the room quickly and pull her into a hug. She flinches due to her own soreness but keeps hugging you anyways.
“Are you okay?” You ask her, grabbing her face in your hands.
“I’m okay,” she says.
Her eyes are determined. You realize she’s here just for a short time to regroup or gather some information.
“I missed you,” you say.
“I missed you,” Carol replies.
You lean in to kiss her but you stop short when you see two women, or rather one woman and one teenage girl, walk in the door behind her.
“Carol?” You alert her to the presence.
“It’s okay,” Carol says. “We’re- well I guess we’re a team.”
“We are so a team,” the teenage girl says.
Carol tries to hold back a smile but you see it on her face that she likes these teammates. She turns around and holds you by the waist.
“Y/n, this is Kamala and Monica,” Carol says.
“Wait, the Monica?” You ask. The woman’s eyes flash to Carol’s at your words.
“Yeah,” Carol says. “Our powers are entangled.”
“Right, okay. It’s nice to meet you both, come on in and make yourself comfortable,” you say.
They move to sit on the couch. Carol goes to the bathroom to freshen up first.
“What was your name again?” Monica asks you.
“Y/n,” you supply. “I’m Carol’s wife.”
“Oh my god,” Kamala says, mostly to herself.
“What?” You ask.
“Oh, she’s just a fan girl,” Monica explains. “She’ll be writing fanfiction later about Carol having a secret wife.”
You chuckle at the girl’s antics. You can’t blame her for loving Carol enough to want to create new versions of her.
“Carol and I got married a few years ago,” you say. “But we really haven’t been able to spend much time together. Planets need saving and all that.”
“Sounds familiar,” Monica says.
Carol enters the room and sits down next to you with a sigh. You want to ask more about her reuniting with Monica but that’s for another time when it’s just the two of you.
“Do you have powers?” Kamala asks. You realize this girl has a talent for breaking awkward silences.
“I do not,” you say. “Although, wrangling this one in should be considered a power.”
“Wow,” Carol says. “I’m offended.”
“Don’t be, baby,” you say. You kiss her cheek and she tries to hide her blush. “It’s a privilege to love you. Even when you run off to space for months at a time.”
“You could go with me if you want,” Carol shrugs.
“Nope. That’s your world up there. Not mine,” you reply. Carol only smiles. “Are you guys hungry?”
“Starving,” Kamala answers. “I mean no, we’re good.”
“Come with me,” you tell her.
You lead the girl into the kitchen and let her take her pick of food to eat. She settles on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Kamala asks you a few questions about Carol and your relationship. She seems genuinely excited with every answer she receives.
Monica and Carol are in the living room still. You don’t hear much talking, so you make Carol a sandwich and go get her.
“Babe, I made you a sandwich,” you say. “Please eat at least half. I know you haven’t been remembering to eat a lot.”
“I’m fine,” Carol says. “I get enough.”
“Go.” You leave no room for argument. She sighs and goes to the kitchen. That leaves you alone with Monica.
The woman is sitting on the couch. You know from her vantage point that she can see the framed photo of Maria that Carol keeps on the shelf.
“I’m sorry to hear about your mom,” you say, not really knowing what to say.
“Oh, thanks,” she replies.
“You know I think Carol has some more pictures around here somewhere,” you say. “Maybe next time you come by we can look for them.”
“Yeah,” Monica says noncommittally.
“Do you need anything? A drink, food, medicine?” You ask.
“Thank you. I’m okay,” Monica says.
“Are you sure? I can tell Carol is sore so I can imagine you all are,” you say.
“You can tell that about her just from looking at her?”
“From the hug. She flinched,” you explain. “She never admits she’s hurting, but I know she is. Although, I do see a part of her healing. Probably from reuniting with you. She seems happier.”
Monica nods. She knows that this has meant a lot to Carol. It means a lot to her too, but right now she’s still a bit hardened to the idea of being in her presence again.
Carol and Kamala come back into the room before you can say anything else. You help show them where to sleep and then end up back your bedroom with Carol.
She changes into some pajamas and snuggles into bed next to you. You rest your head against her shoulder.
“How long?” You ask her.
“Just until morning,” Carol replies. “I need to fix a part of my ship. And I wanted to see you.”
“How are you doing with this whole Monica thing?”
Carol takes a deep breath. She hasn’t really had time to stop and think about it.
“I’m okay I think,” she says. “I’m good. It’s amazing how she’s grown up to be so wonderful.”
“Yeah? She has powers, that’s insane.”
“I know,” Carol says. “I didn’t know that until I saw her with Fury. She’s really a great person too. I definitely couldn’t keep Kamala as safe without her.”
“What’s the deal with Kamala? She’s a kid who loves you?” You ask, a chuckle escaping from your lips.
“Apparently,” Carol sighs. “But I really don’t feel like I’m a good role model for her. Maybe she’s seeing that in the choices I’ve already had to make in front of her.”
“Hey, you always do your best. Sacrifices are necessary. You know that, baby,” you try to encourage her. “The way that girl looks at you definitely makes me know that she looks up to you.”
Carol kisses your head and rubs a hand over your back. It’s slightly warmer than normal, meaning she’s using her powers to help you relax.
“We need some sleep,” Carol says.
“We do,” you reply. “Hey, don’t let me forget to tell Kamala in the morning about how we met.”
“Oh god, she’s going to write a story about it,” Carol says. “Whatever fanfiction is.”
“It’s fantastic,” you reply.
“You know what it is?”
“Of course, babe.”
“And you’ve read it?” She asks. You nod. “About me?”
“No,” you laugh out. “I don’t need to when I have you already, my love. Although, I do need some new content.”
Carol grins mischievously. She’s sent you countless videos, pictures, and voice memos over the years. But it has been a while since she has done that for you.
“Tell you what, when this thing is over I’m coming back home for a while,” she says. “And we can spend our time doing whatever we want.”
“I’d love that,” you say. “Goodnight, my love.”
“Goodnight, my beautiful wife,” Carol replies.
You kiss her lips for a few minutes before you both feel the weight of sleep fall over you.
When you wake in the morning, you spend a few more hours with Carol, Kamala, and Monica. The goodbye is always hard, but you know Carol will come back to you. She always does.
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Restless Night
Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: An impulsive phone call leads to a happy ending
Word Count: 1307
Warnings: Slight angst, smut, pet names, little to no (y/n), mentions of missions, lemme know if i missed anything
A/N: MCU!Peter - I do plan to write something for TASM!Peter in the future but this was just easier for my brain to set up the scene.
I wanted to do something different and challenged myself to write something that was more dialogue-heavy than I’ve written in a while. Not my best work, but a little smutty smut bc why not
I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!
The soft sound of the television playing a forgotten movie almost drowned out the sound of the phone ringing, tucked under a pillow and muffled. The sweet cusp of sleep was only moments away, being dragged out by the vibrating as the first call ended and a second came through.
The near unconsciousness caused forethought to be left behind, grabbing the phone, answering the call, and putting it to your ear. A soft "hello?" was all you could muster.
"Hey, baby."
A tsunami of emotions flooded through your body, suddenly wide awake and hyper aware of everything that was going on; The television was nearing the end of the movie you had put on, your clock reading 1:32, the lights from the cars passing by casting various dancing shadows around your room.
"I've missed you, baby."
His voice was sweet, almost addictive and something you hadn't realized was a need buried deep inside you. You shuffled, forcing yourself up and sitting against the squishmallow he'd won for you on your first time, something you hadn't been able to get rid of.
"Hi, Peter," you voice was quiet, sleep still etched between the syllables. There was a beat of silence between the two of you, "Peter, why'd you call? It's been 10 months."
Peter let out a soft sigh, you could hear him shuffling around. "Missing you really bad tonight, love. M' on a mission," there was another sigh, "I almost got hurt, like really hurt. Thankfully Bucky was there. All I could think about was you."
"Peter!" You voice was now much louder, instantly filled with worry, "Don't go and get yourself ki-"
He cut you off, "I wasn't tryna get hurt, baby. We got ambushed. We had just went in there for me to copy some information onto a drive. Ended up being some rogue Hydra agents, a leg of them we didn't even know existed." Peter was rambling and he knew it, he was starting to think the reason he called was a bad one.
You sighed, body riddled with a million different emotions, "Pete, why'd you call me?"
"I miss you," his words had a slight whine to them, "I wanna touch you so badly, wanna hold you and kiss you."
If he was there you would have undoubtedly melted into him. The breakup was mutual, but difficult nonetheless. Between trying to focus on your career and all of the responsibilities Peter had, it was near impossible to maintain a relationship - there was no time for date nights or dinner, no time to sit and reminisce and talk about the future. For months, the only time spent together was sleeping in the same bed, which was almost always disrupted by some responsibility.
You two loved each other, loved each other more than yourselves most days. But it had become too taxing and tiring, the constant worrying, near lack of support because attention was needed elsewhere. So, after a long, tearful date night gone wrong, the two of you agreed to break up, maybe try again when there were less things counting on you both.
Peter regretted it immediately, but he had wanted to give you space, give you time to flourish and not worry about him. He'd asked M.J. and Ned all the time what you had been up to, he would check your Instagram and Snapchat to see the things you were posting and proud of. He did whatever he could to support you from afar.
But tonight, tonight he dared to be selfish, he needed to be selfish. Deep down he knew it was wrong, calling you up in the middle of the night because the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and all he wanted was to be with you.
"I miss you too, Pete." Your voice was soft again, it always was in moments like this. Where the intimacy lay just behind every fiber in your body.
He hummed, starting to get antsy as he continued to try to figure out how to say what he wanted. "Baby, can you do me a favor?"
"What is it, Pete?" You almost hated how quickly you answered, how eager you were.
"Touch yourself, sweetheart. I wanna hear you touch yourself."
The gasp that left you was audible. Peter was never incredibly bold, never the type to initiate unless you two were definitely alone. Even in those moments, it was always sweet and loving. But this, Peter calling in the middle of the night, a desperate whine to his words and an insane neediness that make his tone demanding.
“Baby, if you don’t want to, you can just hang up. I won’t be upset with you.” You could hear some ruffling and the sound of metal hitting the floor. “I just miss the pretty sounds you make, miss the way your face scrunches up, miss the feeling of your skin against mine.”
This wasn’t a command you were going to disobey. He was still rambling, your mind only half paying attention to the honey-like words he was saying. “Do you want me to use my hand or one of my toys?”
He paused for a moment and you could practically hear the smile spread across his lips. “Use your hand, sweetheart. Run you hands across your body like I would.”
You could hear the moment Peter wrapped his hand around himself, a small groan leaving his lips. You listened to him, it being nearly impossible not to. "Wish you were here, Petey," the words slipped out of you as your fingers danced across your skin, sending goosebumps in their wake.
Your eyes were pinched shut, listening to every whimper and sigh the came through your phone, doing your best to pretend your own touch was his. "Me too, God, me too. Miss kissing your skin, hearing your little gasps when I nip."
"Peter," you couldn't help but whimper, forgoing anymore teasing and quickly giving your clit the much needed attention. It never took long with Peter for you to become needy and impatient, let alone when it had been almost a year since you heard the noises he was making, "I'm not gonna last long, want you so badly," your words were gasped out between soft moans, instant pleasure radiating from your core already making your body warm.
"Me neither, baby," there was a low groan that slipped from him, strangled as he attempted to hold himself together. With every sound you made, he nearly felt like he was in a dream. But he knew this was real, his subconscious hyper aware of the thin walls in the shitty hotel he was holed up in for the night and the super soldier who undoubtedly could hear him.
A endless stream of "fuck"s, gasps, moans, and whimpers flooded through each phone. It only took a few more minutes before the coil burst and the warmth of your high shook through your body, thighs quaking and chest heaving. Peter followed suit, a breathy moan of your name as he spilled into his hand and all over his abdomen.
There was a lingering silence as the other of you recovered, both taking in what has just happened while relishing in the aftermath. Peter broke the silence first, "Need to get m'self cleaned up," he mumbled. There was another beat of silence from him, "I do really miss you."
You hummed your agreement, shifting yourself into a more comfortable position. "I do really wish you were here."
He huffed out a small laugh, a sound that was laced with relief and contentedness. "I'll be home tomorrow at 4. I still got my key, I'll bring dinner, and we can talk. How does that sound?"
Now it was your turn to laugh, excitement filling every nerve in your body. "It sounds like a date."
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Broken trust
Summary - Y/n overhears harry calling her annoying
Pairing - Harrystyles x reader!y/n
W.c - 1.5k
Warning - Angst
A/n - First try writing angst
Y/n always felt like she was too much. Even before dating harry.But he told her it was fine to be herself around him.
She was loud, carefree, blunt and sometimes clingy and she knew that.
She knew she was and she tried to keep it at bay. Besides harry had told her that he liked how she was. He liked her character and that's what made her as her.
So she was herself when she was with him and he loved her for it but maybe it does get too much sometimes?
Probably.
So when y/n heard harry talk to a friend about how clingy and loud she could be. How he wished he could take a break from her sometimes. It broke her. She felt her heart rip into two when she heard him say those things to his friend without knowing she was hearing it all.
He had said everything she wished she wasn't but was and she thought Harry had accepted that this was her and loved her for it but maybe not.
With a crushed heart she went back downstairs, silently going back to placing the dishes she prepared for him. Now she had doubts about everything she was doing.
Was her preparing his favourite dish annoying too?
What else did he find annoying?
Did he hate it when she cuddled him?
Did he like the way she laughed?
Did he still love her?
She was staring off somewhere when harry walked down and hugged her from behind bringing her back to reality.
He placed a gentle kiss on her neck his strong arms wrapped tightly around her.
"what's for dinner, baby?" He asks still kissing her neck.
She didn't reply tho, not when she was trying to figure out if he was faking being sweet. Would he say all those things to her face?
Her ex-boyfriends have told her cruel things when they broke it off. It took her months to get over but when she met Harry everything changed and she accepted that this was her and the right person will love her for her. He made sure to help her realise that.
But now everything was coming back and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed because she knew what came after. He was going to break up with her. The thought alone sent a chill down her spine as she unglued herself from harry and went to the dinning table.
They sat in silence and harry immediately knew something was wrong. She was never quite ,always talking about anything that was on her mind.
"what's wrong baby?" He sweetly asks his green eyes filled with worry meeting hers but she quickly looks down at her untouched plate of food.
"nothing" she murmured afraid if she talked any louder he'd find it annoying.
Harry stood up from his seat and walked near her and lifted her chin with his fingers looking at her eyes to see them "What's going on?" He asks worry in his voice.
She didn't reply , pushed herself away from him and walked to their shared bedroom. The tears were gonna burst any minute and she didn't want him to see her but before she could close the door he was behind her.
She turns around ready to scream at him but the tears finally leave her eyes and fall down her cheeks. Harry was stunned and he immediately walks towards her to hug her only she fights it and tries to push him off and he realises maybe he had something to do with this. Did he make her cry? What had he done?
"Babe, can you please talk to me? Did I do something? Did I make you cry? Please love" he begs eyes filled with worry as he watches her move away from him.
She didn't answer him, her throat tight as she tried to catch her breath. Harry tried to comfort her from distance and it seemed to calm her down. She was sat on the floor leaning against the wall near their bed.
Harry sat on the opposing wall patiently waiting for her to say what was wrong without knowing it was all his fault. Y/n never cried, if something made her sad she voiced it but she never shed a tear in front of him not even when he was teary eyed watching some sad romcom with a sad ending so it shocked him to see her fall apart infront of him and he didn't even know why.
" I'm sorry" she says and harry immediately moved closer to her and wraps his arms around her pulling her to his chest.
Harry rubs her shoulders and after she had calmed down a bit she pushes herself away from harry and he looks
"I....heard.. y...your call?" Y/n says but it comes out as a question her eyes are filled with tears again as she remembers his words.
"what call...." Harry stops mid sentence as realisation hits him like a train and y/n could read every emotion on his face. Confused to realisation soon turned to one of sad and worried.
"Babe....I di" but before he could lie and take it back y/n cuts him off
"No! no, don't do this. You wouldn't have said that if you didn't mean it."
Harry's eyes start to gloss over at the realisation of how bad this could go. He had messed up big time and now as his brain tries to find something to not mess it up further y/n packs a bag and while he scrambles to his feet to beg her to stay.
"Y/n , baby... Please don't do this. I didn't mean it. I just have been in so much pressure with the tours, interviews and the next album. I'm so sorry. I really am I'm sorry. I love you...." Harry's was scared and y/n could see it but she knew how much her leaving right now was going to hurt him she had to do it because he had wrecked her heart with his words and she needed time away to recover from that.
"H. I just need some time... I'm sorry too. I know I could be too much sometimes but I never thought I would make you feel like you have to handle that side of me but that is me and if you hate that then I can't be with you." Y/n says tears steaming down her face and harry wasn't any better he was losing the love of his life because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He really was stressed but he still shouldn't have said it and now he is going to face the consequences. Will she come back?? His mind keeps asking him.
The truth was they both didn't know the answer to that.
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It had been a week and harry had called and texted everyday leaving voicemails apologizing and even sending flowers to her apartment. Y/n was glad he stopped there and didn't show up at her door because she would cave but she still needed time to think and move forward about this. She hadn't replied to his texts or calls but she soon had to soon.
But y/n didn't need to as she bumbs into harry at the cafe they both regulars and he smiles at her and pulls her into a hug taking a deep inhale of her hair and mumbling "I miss you" as they break the hug a little too soon for his liking.
"join me please?" Harry asks eyes begging her as y/n nods her head silently in agreement . They both take a seat at one of the corner booths , the windows were tinted so they would be perfectly fine there. Harry orders y/n's usual coffee and they sit in silence. Harry trying to catch her eyes but she was looking down at the table avoiding him.
"Y/n .....I didn't mean what I said. I love you for who you are please don't forget that. I can give you reasons but that won't get us anywhere, I'm really sorry i shouldn't have said those words and especially not to someone. I really am sorry y/n. Forgive me please?' harry asks expectantly.
" I get it harry, I just .... You could have told me you know. Just let me know when I become overbearing - no let me talk." She cuts him off when he tries to interject. "The words doesn't hurt , it's hurts me to know you said it behind my back. I told you about my ex but now it feels like you did the same thing just not to my face which feels even worse " y/n says eyes getting glossy again as she blinks to get rid of the tears and harry gulps before nodding his head as he waits for her to tell the words. Tell him she didn't want him anymore.
"I'm sorry, i was feeling stressed out and I should have just told you. I really am sorry" he says and she wraps her hands in his gently.
"I do forgive you though but I need sometime to process this and to trust you again" y/n says in a low voice and harry nods his head again understandingly.
Harry agreed to have sometime apart and they moved on from there. They would go on dates and eventually Y/n started to trust harry again and he made sure she knew just how much he loved her.
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anti-hero.
part II of the midnights series. inspired by taylor swift’s midnights. part I
pairing: music-producer!seungcheol x lawyer!fem!reader [exes-to-lovers]
genre: angst. fluff.
warnings: she/her pronouns for reader (but no specific physical characteristics). a bucketload of angst (i'm so sorry). light cursing. terrible knowledge of law stuff. so much crying yikes. miscommunication & misunderstandings. mentions of drinking and allusions to driving under the influence (do not do that ever!!). reader might seem a bit unlikeable in this chapter, but it's all part of the plot, okay?? she's trying her best. mentions of intimacy and sex (??), nothing graphic tho. slow burn. alternating povs. jihan as my lovely, beautiful, in love babies (yes they're a couple). some petnames (baby, babe). flashbacks are in italics. lower caps intended [if there’s anything i missed, please let me know!]
word count: approx. 8.1k (idk what happened)
notes: finally managed to work on my baby again. i'm sorry for the long wait but i had a lot of shit going on :/ thank you to everyone who showed love on the first part, i love each and every single on of you!! once again, likes, reblogs and comments are more than appreciated :)
summary: seungcheol wants to fix things; you want to avoid him at all costs. one thing is for sure, though. neither of you will have closure until you talk.
four months ago
the silence ringing inside seungcheol’s ears was even louder than the ambient noise of the restaurant he found himself in.
he genuinely couldn’t believe you were doing this to him again. the time was nearing 8 p.m., almost an hour later than when you were supposed to be here, and seungcheol was trying very hard to ignore the pitiful glances the waiters were not-so-subtly throwing him. he didn’t know what frustrated him more; the fact this was the seventh date you were clearly canceling on, or that you hadn’t updated him on your whereabouts in almost half an hour. if you weren’t going to show up, the least you could do is call and let seungcheol know you were gonna meet him at home.
home. funny how the word no longer brought a sense of peace in seungcheol’s heart.
just as he was about to get up and leave, seungcheol felt his phone buzz in the pocket of his pants, and his heart soared when he saw your name displayed on the screen. maybe you were going to make it after all, maybe you could still enjoy the nice evening he had planned, maybe…
“cheol… i’m so sorry.”
you were not coming.
seungcheol could tell from the apologetic tone in your voice. he didn’t even hear the next words that came from your end, whatever excuse you had to offer getting lost in the sound of his heart breaking. the grip he had on his phone was the only thing anchoring him in that moment, his eyes closed as he was trying to push down the tears that were threatening to spill out. he could hear you calling his name, are you there? but all he could offer was an “i’ll see you at home” before ending the call.
there was no part of you that was ready to face what awaited you on the other side of your apartment door.
the day hadn’t gone as you’d planned. you knew seungcheol had plans for the two of you that evening, so you had decided to wake up and go to the office earlier than usual in order to finish what you were working on in time for your date. but when you woke up that morning, you found seungcheol in the kitchen, diligently trying his best at making breakfast for the two of you. you melted at the sight of your boyfriend wearing your peach-colored apron – and nothing underneath but a pair of sweatpants – and you didn’t have the heart to turn him down when he oh-so-gleefully presented you with what could only be described as an admirable attempt at pancakes. moments like these were rare in your lives, with both of your hectic schedules and whatnot, so you sat down and enjoyed the warmth that came from the food, the sun coming in through the curtains, and seungcheol’s smile.
the sense of peace that came with spending the morning with seungcheol quickly dispersed once you arrived at the office and realized you were late, which gave your boss – mr. moon, a pathetic, greedy, and cruel excuse of a man who lived to make the lives of his employees a living hell – the perfect excuse to make you his target of the day. in addition to the case you were supposed to work on, mr. moon decided to dump on you stacks of paperwork that apparently needed to be taken care of by tonight, a task that normally a damn paralegal could take care of – no offense to paralegals.
normally you wouldn’t put up with this type of behavior. you weren’t raised to let people just walk all over you as they damn pleased. but around the office, there was one unspoken rule that everyone learned as soon as they started working here; ‘whatever mr. moon says, goes.’ besides, moon was the only person on the board of directors that could veto promotions in the firm, so until you could see the words senior associate inscribed under your name on the door of your office, you’d have to shut your mouth and take whatever was thrown at you with your head held high.
that isn’t to say that sometimes you wished mr. moon would get hit by a bus, ‘mean girls’ style. today had been one of those days, as the hours trickled by, closer and closer to when you should leave for your date with seungcheol, and yet mr. moon seemed to have a continuous stream of tasks that needed to be done, by you specifically. you realized you would never make it in time to see seungcheol, and so, tonight marked the seventh date you had to cancel because of work.
now, with the time on your phone reading 22:32, you were standing outside your apartment, bracing yourself for the talk you knew you were going to have with seungcheol. letting out a big exhale, you punched in the door code and let yourself in, the quietness of the apartment immediately enveloping you.
for a split second, you thought seungcheol might have gone to sleep already, but the faint sound of glass redirected you towards the kitchen, where you found said man standing by the kitchen island, nursing a glass of wine. you recognized the bottle mingyu had gifted him on his birthday that year, some fancy brand you’d never heard of before. as you stepped closer, the dim light of the kitchen finally illuminating you, seungcheol turned towards you, an inscrutable look on his face.
after four years of learning, knowing, loving seungcheol, you prided yourself in being able to discern what he was feeling at any given moment. but now, standing in front of him, you were scared to admit that you couldn’t read whatever feelings his eyes held. it made you feel uneasy, the way it seemed like he was looking through you, into you, and you wished you could come up with something to say to disturb the uncomfortable silence, but saying i’m sorry seemed redundant in that moment.
“a bit late, isn’t it?” seungcheol spoke up, and your heart clenched at the cold, almost mocking tone of his voice.
“i know, but i couldn’t get out faster. no matter what i said, my boss kept piling up my work and i just… i couldn’t. i’m so sorry… you know i wanted to come, more than anything. i really did,” you said, silently pleading that seungcheol would forgive you.
“i’m sure you did,” seungcheol gruffed, turning his attention back to the wine before him.
“cheol… don’t be like this, please…” you tried getting closer to him, but his body whipped towards you, his eyes narrowing at you.
“like what, exactly? angry? frustrated? sad? disappointed? i can be like that, actually, seeing as this is the seventh time in 3 months you’ve ditched me for work, apparently!” seungcheol spewed, making you take several steps back. your body tenses.
“‘apparently?’ what is that supposed to mean?”
“i don’t know, it just seems very unlikely that you’d have to sometimes spend more than twelve hours at work. i mean, you’re a lawyer, aren’t you? surely, you should know everything about workplace laws,” seungcheol bit back. he’s never spoken to you like this before, ever, the mockery in his voice surely aimed to hurt you. you felt anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach, but you tried your best to stay calm, for the sake of both of you.
“seungcheol,” you said, and you couldn’t help feeling a twinge of satisfaction seeing his eyebrows raise in surprise after hearing you use his full name. “if you have something to say, i’d rather you just do it, instead of insinuating it.”
seungcheol fell quiet for a moment, glancing down at his feet. “i meant it when i said i was held back at work, cheol. why would i lie about that?” you continued.
“for the past two years that you’ve been working there, you know i never once met any of your coworkers? i’ve never even stepped foot into your office, for god’s sake! you’ve been to my studio countless of times, you know the people i’m closest to, i’ve invited you to all the events the label organizes, so i just can’t understand! i don’t understand why you’re dead-set on keeping me away from that part of your life! and it makes me think… it makes me feel like i’m not enough, like you’re ashamed of me–”
“that’s absolutely not true, cheol!” you jumped in. you couldn’t even entertain the thought of seungcheol feeling self-conscious because of you, when it was the furthest thing you wanted. “i think you’re the most talented person i know, the most passionate, hard-working, smart… beautiful… i could never be ashamed of you.”
unshed tears were clinging to both of your lashes, heavy breathing echoing around the kitchen. how could you let things get so bad?
“it made me think there was someone else,” seungcheol breathes out.
the air gets stuck in your throat, the tears brimming in your eyes finally sliding down your face. “cheol… how could… there never was anyone! i swear, all the nights i would come home late, it was because of my work! i swear, i would never… you’re the only person that’s ever on my mind…”
silence fell over you and seungcheol, the words thrown between you slowly sinking in. seungcheol sniffled, taking a seat at the round table in the middle of the kitchen; you wished you could go to him, gather him in your arms, even though he’s too big to fit in completely, but you knew that this was probably the last thing seungcheol wanted from you in that moment.
“why don’t you quit?”
seungcheol looked up to you, the sadness in his gaze so intense it made you look away, knowing you’re to blame for it. “you complain so much about it… the hours, the work, the boss, the people. why can’t you just leave?”
you breathed in, thinking over seungcheol’s words. “because… because i love doing what i do. i feel about law the way you feel about music. it’s just the environment that’s shitty. but it’s something… that’s mine. and the kind of opportunities i got at this firm… people just starting out, like me, don’t come by them very often usually.”
there was a pause as seungcheol mulled over your words. a part of you thought, hoped, that the way the conversation was going would lead to fixing things, but then seungcheol spoke up again, and you knew. there was no fixing, not anymore.
“i was yours, too. and i would’ve never chosen music over you.”
“you say that now, but if you were put in a situation where you had to choose, i don’t think you’d have as easy of a time as you say.”
“i guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.”
and that was the end of it.
three days after your unexpected reunion with seungcheol, you find yourself back at PLEDIS, ready to tackle jihoon’s case.
the morning had gone on normally enough, with people coming in to give their testimonies regarding jihoon, his work and their relationships with him. as expected, no one had come forward with any potentially harmful or negative remarks about him, everyone applauding him for his tireless dedication to the label and the artists he worked with, as well as marveling at his seemingly innate musical talent and creativity. this was no surprise to you; having known jihoon for almost as long as you’d known seungcheol, you witnessed first-hand jihoon’s mastery of his craft, on multiple occasions. and now, with all the information you had gathered in the past three hours since arriving at PLEDIS, you were starting to feel more confident about winning this lawsuit.
initially, you had no intention of taking on jihoon’s case. the previous weekend, when mr. moon had called you in, you arrived at the firm with your mind set on demanding a break. in the past months, you might as well have changed your home address to the office, seeing as you had been working non-stop on one case after another, pulling countless sleepless nights and taking on extra paperwork as favors to some of your coworkers. and after finding out what the case was actually about, you were even more adamant about turning it down. but all the excuses you offered mr. moon were effectively shut down, leaving you almost begging the man to pass the case to someone else.
before you could use your past relationship with the other in-house music producer working at PLEDIS as an excuse, mr. moon delivered the lowest of low blows. “you know, a high profile case like this could attract lots of new clients for the firm… and put you right on the track for senior associate.”
there was no use arguing anymore after that. moon knew how much you wanted that promotion, and you were honestly not surprised to see him using it against you in order to force you into doing whatever work he wanted you to. so you shut your mouth, took the case, and then went home and cried.
yes, you cried. moving on.
seeing seungcheol again, and unexpectedly so, definitely set you a few steps back in whatever emotional healing you had done in the past few months. and it definitely made you doubt your own abilities as a lawyer. if you couldn’t put aside your personal feelings and instead focus on helping a guy who was being wrongfully accused, were you even meant to practice the law? but you had worked far too hard and sacrificed far too much to let these thoughts cloud your judgment and confidence, so you told yourself that even if you had to be in seungcheol’s proximity for the foreseeable future, your main priority was winning this case. for jihoon, and for yourself.
of course, planning to ignore the obvious feelings you still harbored for your ex-boyfriend was way easier than actually ignoring them. now, as you were gathering your things to meet wonwoo in the conference room he was stationed in, you were also mentally preparing yourself for the off-chance that you would bump into seungcheol again. considering how your luck’s been going in the past few weeks, you think the chances are pretty high.
walking through the halls of PLEDIS felt oddly familiar, and yet strange at the same time. when you and seungcheol first started dating, the label was just starting out, carrying all its business in a measly two-story building on the outskirts of town. you felt a tiny knot forming at the back of your throat, thinking how crazy it was to have witnessed the immense growth that seungcheol went through as an artist and a person, and now, to be walking amongst the fruits of the labor of his work, and so many other people’s, who built the label from the ground up.
as you grow nearer to the conference room where wonwoo was most likely waiting for you, you suddenly catch a whiff of a scent all too familiar to you. musky notes of jasmine and bergamot fill your senses, and for a brief moment, you feel an almost supernatural pull urging you to follow the indistinguishable fragrance.
you know exactly where it leads. but now is not the time.
before you can push the door open and walk into the room, your phone’s screen lights up with a text message. ‘hey honey. can you call when you have the time? she’s not having a very good day…’
you sigh, before dialing your mom’s number.
four years ago
seungcheol always smelled divine.
over the years, you’d heard so many of your friends go on and on about their boyfriends’ perfumes, and how once they found the right scent, they could charm the pants off of them with just the smell of their cologne. to you, that idea seemed entirely far-fetched, because, after all, people aren’t dogs. who in their right mind would base their selection of a partner on something as feeble as smell? even more so, an artificial smell, that didn’t even last forever.
clearly, since a few weeks ago, you haven’t been in your right mind, because you swore there was nothing better in this world than the way seungcheol smelled.
all your friends kept telling you that they’d never seen you act like this before. the honeymoon phase of your relationship had hit you pretty hard, and you were completely smitten with cheol. his smile, his eyes, his dimples, his laugh, his hair, his charm… and his scent, you couldn’t get enough of him. and now, as you were making your way towards PLEDIS together, you couldn’t help but wish you could nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and stay there forever.
it was your first time seeing where seungcheol worked. you had been wanting to see his studio ever since he had first told you about his job (and proved that he wasn’t one of those wannabe soundcloud rappers or whatever), but considering the label wasn’t exactly in a central location, getting there proved slightly difficult. not to mention that most days, your classes ran pretty late, and seungcheol shared his studio with jihoon, the other music producer at PLEDIS, which meant you couldn’t pop in whenever you had a window of free time, so as to not disturb them.
that night, however, seungcheol decided you deserved a break from your studies, and since your midterms were coming up, it might have been one of the last times you could afford to go out before getting swept up in the craziness of exam season. so after your last class of the day, seungcheol picked you up from campus and drove you outside of town, where PLEDIS stood.
“are you absolutely sure it’s alright for me to be here? i don’t want you to get in trouble with your… superiors, if that’s what you call them,” you said, walking up the stairs closely behind cheol.
“i already told you, it’s fine! besides, you’re not planning to steal any confidential information and spread it online, are you?” he teased, stopping in front of a door that you assumed was his studio.
“hmm, i don’t know… what makes you think i’m not secretly working for one of your competitors?”
seungcheol chuckled, shaking his head, before looking back at you. “oh, baby, you and i both know you like me too much to hurt me so,” he said, finally unlocking the door and letting you step inside.
well, he wasn’t wrong.
to most people, seungcheol and jihoon’s studio might not have looked like much. it held all the standard recording and mixing equipment one would expect to find there, along with personal touches from the boys, like pictures with their friends, some posters, a couple of cd racks, as well as a couch and two huge leather desk chairs. one the other side, inside the recording booth, you could see a keyboard, a couple of guitars, and a drum set, as well as some microphones, of course. to someone who’s never stepped foot in a recording studio before, like you, the place was amazing. and not just because cheol worked in there.
“i know it’s not a lot…” seungcheol mumbles, moving besides you, his arm stretched out in a way that said you could walk around.
your hands grazed the equipment on his desk, holding yourself back in fear of breaking something. “i like it, cheol. it’s homely, and cozy. definitely a good space to get those creative juices flowing,” you gave him a genuine smile, which you could tell instantly put him at ease from the way his shoulders visibly relaxed. he grinned at you, pulling up next to you by the sound board.
“you wanna see how the magic happens?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. you couldn’t help but groan, rolling your eyes.
“cheol, that was so cheesy… but yes, i do. please,” you said, giddy smiles taking over both of your faces.
“okay! come here,” he said, pulling you into his lap as he sat down in his desk chair. you felt your cheeks heat up at his actions, so natural and nonchalant, totally unaware of the effect he had on you. how could he be so oblivious, and quite literally torture you so? being so close to him now, his cologne starting to overpower your senses, you were sure to go dizzy.
“i’m gonna use one of the demos i have here, but for the record, i did not play anything for you while you were here, got it?” seungcheol said, opening an audio file on his laptop.
“yes, sir!” you gave him a wink, his ears turning red. cute.
for the next couple of minutes, seungcheol gives you a rundown on the soundboard, showing you what goes into recording and mixing a song, and even letting you play around with the different settings for pitch and autotune. even though it was all very interesting, nothing compared to just watching seungcheol’s excitement and passion while talking about music. every time your conversations would somehow turn towards music, his face would light up like a kid’s on christmas morning, his whole body animatedly gesturing while he rattled on about his favorite artists and composers, whatever new album came out that week, and even why a song with a good bass line is guaranteed to become a hit (yes, that was an actual discussion the two of you had once). seeing the obvious love he harbored for this art form made you ten times more enamored with him. you could already tell his passion and hard work were going to take him places, and you couldn’t wait to see it all.
“cheol? how did you know you wanted to do music?” you asked, turning to look up at your boyfriend.
“oh, wow, we’re going for the deep stuff, huh?” he laughed.
“you don’t have to share if you don’t want to, i was just curious… you always talk so passionately about it, i could just tell it means a lot to you.”
seungcheol sighed, leaning back into the chair. “it’s alright. i really don’t know how i got here, to be honest. i’ve always been interested in music, and found myself writing and experimenting with sound. one day, i just knew that i couldn’t really picture myself doing anything else. so i focused on that and worked my ass off, i guess.”
“well, clearly?! we’re sitting in your own studio! i’d say you’re doing pretty great,” you exclaimed, smiling at seungcheol’s blushing cheeks. “you should be proud of yourself, cheol, really.”
seungcheol can’t even look at you right now, too overcome with giddiness at the onslaught of compliments you’re suddenly throwing his way. instead, he shoves his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling a quiet ‘thanks.’
“is it hard to come up with new music?” you continue, playing with the strings of the hoodie he was wearing.
“hmm, it depends,” his voice is muffled, and you flinch at the ticklish feeling of his breath fanning on your neck. “there are days when i can put down a whole song and melody at once; sometimes it takes me weeks to be satisfied with a song i’m working on. but lately i’ve been feeling more… inspired than usual, so it’s been going pretty well.”
you turn your face towards him, a teasing smile stretching across your lips. “oh, really? how come?”
seungcheol returns your smile, his fingers pressing slightly harder into your skin where they sat on your waist. “just someone i met recently… they’re really nice and beautiful and funny and smart,” now it was your turn to grow shy, feeling your cheeks and chest grow warm at the implication of his words. “but i think jihoon is growing tired of all the ballads i’ve been writing.”
you both fall into a fit of giggles, your faces so impossibly close, your noses brush. “poor jihoon… whatever will he do?” you whisper, and before you can breathe in again, seungcheol’s lips fall against yours.
the air in your lungs dissipates in seconds. your entire body is ablaze, and you swear your hearing no longer registers the music playing from seungcheol’s laptop, instead becoming attuned to the sound of cheol’s soft sighs. you want this moment to last forever, to melt into his embrace, ingrain yourself into his very existence. his lips grow more and more fervent against yours, and you swear your mind goes blank, the only thought even going through your head in that moment a chant of his name. cheol, cheol, cheol, cheol…
later that night, once you’re home, getting ready for bed, you catch a whiff of seungcheol’s cologne again, the scents of his perfume imbued into your sweatshirt. you can’t help but smile like an idiot.
you didn’t wash that sweatshirt for a week after.
no matter how much seungcheol loved his friends, he couldn’t go on another second hearing jeonghan and joshua discuss whether they should choose lilies or hydrangeas for their wedding (because the good ol’ rose is too much of a cliche, apparently, according to joshua).
an exasperated sigh escaped him, his whole body slouching from the weight of the gloom he was carrying. jeonghan and joshua, who had been animatedly bantering over wedding preparations, suddenly go quiet, their heads snapping up to look at their friend. if this was a cartoon, they swore you would see a huge, gray cloud hanging above his head.
“alright, you gotta tell us what’s got you all pouty and gloomy, because this? this is just sad, cheol,” said joshua, gesturing at seungcheol’s crouched figure.
he sighed again, but straightened his back this time. the truth was, nothing particularly bad had happened today. but the day hadn’t gone as seungcheol had initially planned.
that morning, seungcheol had arrived at work determined to talk to you. seeing you again earlier that week had broken down the walls seungcheol had put up in the months following your breakup, and all the emotions he had tried pushing behind those walls – anger, sadness, frustration, yearning, love – were slowly, but surely, seeping back in. there was no point denying it anymore; seungcheol was not ready to let go just yet.
taking jihoon’s advice to heart, he decided to ‘grow some balls’ and initiate a discussion with you, one that you probably should’ve had before any of the shit that went down between the two of you could’ve gone down. seungcheol knew, deep down, that you were hiding something, and thought that once both of your cards were out on the table, you could either work on fixing what’s been broken, or you could both gain some closure and move on with your lives.
seungcheol was desperately hoping for the first option.
either way, whatever plans seungcheol had made were quickly put on hold when he arrived at his meeting and only found your colleague, jeon wonwoo, waiting for him in the conference room. he’d made himself look like an idiot, bluntly asking about your whereabouts, disappointment clear on his face at your lack of presence, which only got him an inscrutable look from wonwoo (who made a mental note to check in with you about this little outburst, for safety reasons). wonwoo hadn’t mentioned anything about you throughout the interview, which in retrospect, seungcheol realized, was more than normal, considering wonwoo probably had no idea that the two of you even dated before. if anyone at your firm would’ve known about your previous relationship, he imagines you wouldn’t even be here, working on this case. conflict of interest and all.
in the end, seungcheol had no idea whether you were even at PLEDIS at all, and didn’t even have time to ask around for you, having a number of recording sessions planned for the rest of the morning. it wasn’t until jeonghan called and invited him out for lunch with him and joshua, that seungcheol left his studio again. when his friends greeted him outside the restaurant they decided on, they held back from commenting on his sulky expression.
seungcheol didn’t tell them that he had half a mind to turn down their invitation when he heard where the couple wanted to meet. IL GRATO was your favorite place in town (you used to say because it was where seungcheol had taken you on your first date), and the restaurant held plenty of the many happy memories you and seungcheol had made over the years. obviously, seungcheol wasn’t particularly keen on revisiting them today, but he didn’t want to seem more pathetic than he already felt, so he shut up and pretended everything was fine.
that didn’t last long, evidently.
“why don’t you just call her? she’s obligated to answer, now that she’s working on jihoon’s situation, right? ask to schedule a meeting with her or something,” jeonghan said, sipping on his glass of prosecco.
“and what reason could i give her for a meeting? that jeon dude already asked me anything he could about jihoon, so i can’t use anything about the case,” seungcheol mumbled. “and saying i wanna discuss the clear unresolved feelings left between us is guaranteed to get her to hang up on me.”
joshua, who had been intently listening to seungcheol’s whines, suddenly perks up, grabbing seungcheol’s shoulder. “cheol, didn’t you mention jeon said he still had some interviews lined up after lunch time?”
seungcheol frowned. “yeah? what difference does it make?”
“well, dumbass, if Y/N was in fact at PLEDIS all this time, that means that she’s probably in one of the conference rooms on the same floor as him. and since most staff clock out at 5 p.m., i’d say you still have about half an hour to go back, find her, and talk to her. like you said you wanted,” joshua explained pointedly, giving seungcheol a look that screamed you have to do it or else i will hurt you.
joshua was right. how could he have been so stupid, to completely overlook what wonwoo had mentioned off-handedly at the end of their meeting. he hadn’t even considered the possibility that you and wonwoo had split up to cover more ground in collecting testimonies, and now he was at risk of completely missing his chance to see you, unless he hauled ass to PLEDIS immediately.
seungcheol shot up from his seat, quickly gathering his things and throwing his credit card on the table, before dashing for the front door. “you guys are the best! lunch is on me!” he shouted, before taking off running.
jeonghan and joshua look at each other, before bursting into giggles. jeonghan sighs, “i need them to resolve this issue before the wedding, really. i won’t be able to handle it if seungcheol mopes around during the whole ceremony.”
joshua cooed, rolling his eyes. “you simply can’t rush love, babe,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to his lover’s cheek.
jeonghan rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the spreadsheet full of wedding prep details laid out on the table. a mischievous glint gleamed in his eyes, as he turned to look at joshua. “so, my dear joshuji, how about lilies for the flower displays?”
“JEONGHAN, I SAID NO!”
nine months ago
when you and seungcheol arrived at IL GRATO, jeonghan and joshua were already inside, patiently waiting at the table they had booked for your party of four, wearing two oddly calm smiles on their faces.
to say you and seungcheol weren’t suspicious at all would be a lie.
jeonghan had called earlier that week to invite the two of you on a double date that weekend – which wasn’t unusual, since the four of you had been going on dates like these since forever – but what had put you and seungcheol on edge was the ‘news’ jeonghan mentioned he and joshua had to share.
you and seungcheol had been going through a rough patch in the past two weeks, and this fact wasn’t unknown to your group of friends. the two of you were not the type to air out your dirty laundry, so for your friends to notice the growing tension between you meant that things were truly going badly. even though neither you or seungcheol had verbalized this to each other, you were both worried that tonight’s double date was just a cover up for an intervention, aimed to make you and seungcheol work through whatever it was bothering you two. jeonghan and joshua were seungcheol’s oldest and closest friends, and they never shied away from confronting seungcheol (and you, after you were welcomed into their friend group), especially when it came to his well-being, both physical and mental. you had been preparing your defense all week, just in case they decided to bring the situation up (and you also realized how desperately you needed a break from work).
after settling in and exchanging common pleasantries about your lives and work, the four of you put in your orders (jeonghan ordering the most expensive bottle of champagne on the menu, much to yours and seungcheol’s surprise), and after the waiter brought the drinks along, you decided to bite the bullet and ask the question that had been bothering you all week.
“so, you two said you had some news to share, right?”
jeonghan and joshua exchange a secretive look, and you only just notice the blush that seems to grace their faces. they looked like teenagers in love. you couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of envy.
“i guess there’s no reason to beat around the bush…” joshua said, looking again towards jeonghan.
“we’re getting married!” the other continues, leaning back into his seat to throw an arm around joshua, grinning from ear to ear.
silence falls over the table, as you and seungcheol drink in jeonghan’s revelation. you jump out of your seat, genuine excitement and joy overtaking you, as you walk around the table to hug and congratulate the two men. a string of high-pitched ‘oh my gods’ leave your lips, gaining the attention of a few other restaurant patrons, but you honestly couldn’t care less, too happy for your dear friends to pay attention to them.
as you make your way back to your seat, holding tightly onto joshua’s hand, you notice that seungcheol was eerily quiet, silently watching his friends, his eyes wide and unblinking. you lay a hand onto his arm, squeezing. “cheol… aren’t you going to say something?” you whisper.
that seems to snap him out of his daze, a gasp escaping him, before his hands come up to cover his face. you, joshua, and jeonghan exchange a concerned look, completely blindsided by seungcheol’s unexpected reaction, since he was as one of jeonghan and joshua’s loudest supporters (he had been betting on the two of them getting together since they were teenagers). but before either of you can say something else, seungcheol looks up, unshed tears swimming along his lash line.
“i’m sorry, i just…” he pauses, as if trying to find the right words. “i just can’t… believe… that neither of you told me! you traitors! you were planning to get engaged and i just find out at the same time as everyone else?” seungcheol pouts, his dramatics leaving the rest of you in tears.
“hey! what is that supposed to mean?” you tease, trying to calm your laughter down.
“no offense, baby, but me and the boys? we have history,” seungcheol winks, before turning back to his friends. “which means i should have priority to all life-changing news in your lives!”
the table falls into laughter once again, before jeonghan and joshua proceed to give you and seungcheol all the details he was claiming they had been keeping away from him. the rest of the evening goes like this, drinks and food shared around, and you almost forget about whatever problems your own relationship has been having, too busy reveling in the love radiating from the couple in front of you.
that night, on the drive home, you and seungcheol fall into comfortable silence, a first in the past weeks. you don’t know if it’s the buzz from the alcohol you drank, or the crooning voice of whatever singer was playing on the radio, but you can’t help but look over to seungcheol’s side, your eyes glancing over the side of his face. he was so handsome, cheeks blushed and hair messy from tonight’s laughter. you wanted to lean over and run the tips of your fingers over the edges of his face, pour everything you couldn’t say into just one touch. please forgive me, just trust me…
“what’s the staring for?” seungcheol speaks, and you whip your head around, looking out the window on your side.
“ah, i wasn’t staring!” you mumble, feeling your face grow hot. “was just thinking… about tonight.”
he smiles, briefly glancing your way. “me too,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
a beat passes before seungcheol speaks up again. “when we get married, what would you want our wedding to be like?”
your heart swells when you realize he said ‘when’ instead of ‘if,’ but you can’t help but tease him a little bit. “‘when?’ i haven’t even said ‘yes’ yet, cheollie,” you smirk, turning your face towards him again.
evidently, seungcheol catches onto your little joke, but he plays into it. “emphasis on ‘yet’, baby. now answer the question!”
“okay, okay,” you chuckle. “well, i think i’d like something small… just our closest family and friends… maybe somewhere outside the city, like in the countryside, something like that,” you say decidedly, already daydreaming about all the possibilities.
“what about the beach? i think a beach wedding would be so cool… do you think your mom would let us have it at her beach house?” seungcheol says, an excited glimmer evident in his eyes.
he completely misses how your face falls at the mention of your mother, but you quickly mask it by nonchalantly agreeing with him. “i don’t see why not, she would probably love that…”
the rest of the drive goes by fast, the two of you bantering over silly wedding things like flowers, color palettes, and music selection (obviously), before you finally arrive home. inside, you both move lazily, drunk on love – or the leftover champagne in your systems – slowly undressing, stealing kisses, exchanging giggles and tantalizing looks… for the first time in weeks, you feel a sense of peace cover you, a quiet voice in the back of your mind assuring you that everything was going to be alright, and you embrace the feeling, falling into seungcheol as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears.
just as you’re about to fall into bed, your phone starts ringing from the floor of the bedroom, and at first you ignore it, too caught up in the feeling of seungcheol’s mouth against you, but the noise is insistent, and cheol detaches from you with a groan, urging you to see who’s bothering you in the middle of the night.
seungcheol can’t see the name on your screen, but when you tell him it’s your mom, he motions for you to take the call – she wouldn’t call this late unless there was an emergency, after all – but much to his surprise, you shuffle to find a shirt to put on, before you leave the room to take the call. from the bedroom, he can only hear muffled snippets of your conversation, and the tone of your voice is too ambiguous for him to guess how the talk is going.
when you come back, he doesn’t bring up the fact that you’d never gone to another room to take a call before. ever.
as soon as the clock on the wall reads 5 p.m., you bring the final interview you had scheduled for the day to an end, and as you say your goodbyes to the woman from the marketing department, wonwoo walks into the conference room, struggling to balance a stack of papers in his hands. you rush towards him, picking up part of the papers.
“woah, are these all the testimonies from your part of the staff?” you question, marveling at the size of the stack wonwoo brought in.
“yeah, crazy, isn’t it? i still can’t believe so many people came forward for this guy,” wonwoo replies, setting down his shoulder bag on the table. his shoulders seem tense, a whole day sitting at a desk clearly taking a toll on him.
“well, he’s clearly appreciated. everyone who i talked with only had good things to say about him,” you say nonchalantly, flicking through the papers, trying to pretend like you weren’t already aware of jihoon’s stellar reputation. each piece of paper seemed to be a reformulation of what the previous person mentioned, everybody mentioning similar qualities and compliments regarding him.
after you and wonwoo go over the information you both collected today, making a game plan for the next steps that needed to be taken, you both gather your things to finally go home for the day, exhaustion setting in. although the day hadn’t been particularly stressful, the possibility of bumping into seungcheol had caused you much more anxiety than usual, and you honestly couldn’t wait to get out of here and finally be able to breathe normally.
as you wait for the elevator – which seems to be taking its sweet time, moving in slow motion to the seventh floor – you hear wonwoo mumble under his breath, before he lets out an “oh, fucking hell.” ever the proper gentleman, he catches himself, and swiftly apologizes for his choice of words.
you chuckle, waving your hand to dismiss his unnecessary apology. “what’s wrong?”
“i’m missing some documents… i think i left them in the room i was in this morning, i’ll go after them. you go ahead and get going, i don’t want to hold you back any longer,” he explains, already turning around to head for the conference room.
“are you sure? i don’t mind wa–”
“i’m sure! go, you deserve to rest,” he shouts, disappearing around the corner of the hallway.
you sigh, shaking your head, but appreciating the gesture nevertheless. the elevator bell dings, and the doors open to reveal an empty cabin. you breathe out a sigh of relief, thankful for the silence. you press the button for the ground floor, and close your eyes, leaning against the back wall of the elevator, hoping to ease the sting that came from staring into a computer screen for a whole day.
your peace and quiet is short-lived however, as the elevator only manages to go down to the sixth floor before stopping again. you sigh, preparing yourself for the onslaught of tired employees who were most likely rushing to get home as well. however, when you open your eyes, there’s only one other pair staring into yours, and you feel all the air inside your lungs dissipating, leaving you breathless.
seungcheol is standing in front of you, wearing an equally speechless look on his face. the two of you stare at each other, almost as if you’re scared to move, in fear of disrupting the karmic force that brought this moment upon you even more. you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole, feeling completely unprepared for this situation. you’d thought you were finally out of the woods, that you’d be able to go home in peace and not think about the case, about cheol, about anything anymore, at least for tonight.
clearly, the universe had other plans for you.
seungcheol seems to snap out of his daze when the doors of the elevator start to close again, his arm shooting out to stop them and finally stepping inside. as the doors close behind him and the elevator resumes its course downwards, you suddenly feel like the cabin is ten times smaller than it was a few moments ago, your body instinctively moving to one of the corners of the elevator. seungcheol naturally takes over the corner opposite from you, and you can feel his eyes on you with every step he takes.
you can’t fucking breathe, and you can’t believe he still has such a hold over your body.
“hi.”
“hi.”
you both say it at the same time, and under different circumstances, the two of you might’ve erupted in giggles at the coincidence. in this moment, however, the tension between you is so palpable, it’s almost constricting.
“how’s jihoon’s case going?” seungcheol asks, and you feel almost grateful for him taking the initiative to fill the silence.
“it’s good, yeah. we had a productive day, gathered a lot of info,” you say, clearing your throat. why were you being so goddamn awkward?
seungcheol nods, humming, silence filling the space once again. you dared to sneak a glance in his direction, noticing his furrowed brows and pursed mouth. four months could not erase everything you learned about cheol in four years, and you immediately recognized his ‘i’m trying to find the right words’ look. you sigh, knowing exactly what’s inevitably coming, so you decide to put seungcheol out of his misery.
“seungcheol,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. your eyes meet in the quiet of the elevator. “just ask me. just ask me what’s bothering you. at this point, should we even beat around the bush with each other anymore?”
seungcheol opens his mouth, then decides against it. he shakes his head, sighing, before looking back at you. “i’m not ready to let go yet,” he murmurs.
your voice trembles as you try to keep your tears at bay. “cheol… why are you doing this? i mean, why are you doing this to yourself?! things haven’t been working out between us for months, and i– i was terrible to you! you should let me go, why can’t you just… leave me alone?”
seungcheol’s eyes widen, an almost crazed glint appearing behind them. “leave– leave you alone? are you fucking kidding me?” his voice rises in volume, as he takes a few steps closer. “i can’t leave you alone, because i gave you four years of my fucking life, yeah? and in those years i learned all there is to know about you. unless everything you’ve ever told me was just an act, i’ve learned how to tell when you’re lying, and i’ve learned how to tell when you’re struggling, and you know what? you’re doing both right now!”
your hands start shaking, frustration bubbling inside your chest. “i don’t need you looking out for me, alright? i can take care of myself! and i’m fine, for your information!”
“bullshit! you’re not fine, and you know why? because for three years, everything was perfectly fine with us, and then all of a sudden last year, something happened, yeah? i don’t know what exactly, because you won’t fucking tell me, but something happened that made you squeamish around me, distant, paranoid, and– and careless! you stopped caring about me, about us!”
“i didn’t stop caring!” you croaked, your throat raw from holding back your tears. seungcheol’s eyes softened slightly at the sight of your tears finally let loose on your cheeks. “i just… i…”
seungcheol closes the last of the distance between you, standing right in front of you now. “Y/N… baby… if you’re in some sort of trouble, please… just tell me. there’s nothing you could say that could scare me or drive me away. i know you can take care of yourself, but you don’t have to! please, just… no more lies, please…”
your eyes meet his, the sincerity and love swimming in them bringing even more tears to your eyes. you could just tell him right now, let everything that’s been weighing down on you for the past year spill out all at once… but you can’t. you would never forgive yourself to come in between seungcheol and his work, his dreams… your burdens couldn’t be his burdens. you just can’t allow it.
“cheol… i ca–”
“okay, i need you to take five steps away from her, or i will physically remove you, hyung. no matter that you are older and stronger than me,” comes a voice from your right. in your fight-induced stupor, neither you nor seungcheol had realized that the elevator had reached the ground floor, the doors opening to reveal one of your favorite people on earth.
thank god for boo seungkwan.
#📁 lexie.works#🌙 midnights#choi seungcheol x reader#seungcheol x reader#choi seungcheol#seventeen fanfic#seventeen imagines#seventeen angst#seventeen fluff#svt au
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you, me, us.
hirai momo & idol!fem!reader
"it’s late" you call out, pausing the show you were watching "did you have dinner yet?"
momo pauses, the bag and the shoes discarded by the door. the dogs asleep on your lap as you look over her, the sleepiness evident in your eyes.
it’s evident, that the tension in your home has finally got to you. it’s also funny that it got to you first, even though you weren’t the first one between the two of you to drift away
momo swears she doesn’t mean to, but she also knows better than to let it get this far. schedules on schedules almost on the go left you both restless for months on end
“no, not yet” she sits beside you, hoping for you to lean on her like you always do, and you do, finding comfort in her presence after so long
her heart wonders why it hurts more than it should when you hesitated for a few seconds
your head wonders why it’s still her that gives you comfort
“what do you want to eat?” you ask, her hands playing with yours, a sigh that she’s been stressed and nervous
“i don’t know” she answers back, only focusing on the feel of your hands and how she missed the way your hands always fit together “maybe some ramen would be nice”
you both don’t talk for a while, the silence carrying the rest of the conversation you both wish to have, only for fear to stop it from ever happening
“i’ll order some?” you ask after what seems forever to her ever anxious heart
“yes please” she pulls away to go and finally wash up before being stopped by you, to give her a kiss and a sleepy smile
“go you stinky” you shoo her away, so you can bring up your phone to call for some ramen takeout
maybe she can fix somethings tonight
“your stinky” she teases
“my stinky” you tease back
maybe you can feel better tonight
it only takes 24 minutes for her to be back by your side and to see you still waiting for her, despite your eyes so close to giving up already.
“you can go sleep” momo want to talk about a lot of things, wants to do a lot of things with and for you. god she really does, but when you look so tired and so sleepy she just can’t do it “you can go get some rest”
“but” you still yawn despite the obvious fact that you refuse you sleep “i missed you”
her eyes look into yours and she swears she sees the future she wants to have, it’s with you
“missed you too” she notices her dogs have been moved to their beds, snoozing away into dream land, and so grabs the opportunity to cuddle close to you, hair wet and all.
you want to say anything, anything that can make the conversation rolling.
you can’t say anything
“this is nice” is what she says instead, her arms bringing you closer “you’re so nice”
you don’t want to say anything that will ruin this
“i missed you” she’s leaving kisses all over your face, each one making you want to just sob out loud “god i missed this”
you just want her, like this with you all the time. but you can’t, you know in your professions that you can’t
“i just want to put you in my pocket” momo wipes any tears away, heart breaking at the sight of you leaning in more for her touch “i just want you near me, with me all the time”
the things you would do for her, but a part of you will always be scared that she will up and leave
“i love you” she’s kissing you now, with every emotion she wants to tell you that no one but you will understand “i love you”
you don’t need to be scared though, not when she looks at you like you hung up the stars just for her
“it’s you baby” momo doesn’t know what to do, your tears have caused a panic in her, but she swears all she sees in your eyes is love “it’s always you baby, always going to be us”
you wipe away her tears too
“it’s you, it’s me” she starts
you kiss her like she’s going to disappear
“it’s us”
#i'm back [yay!]#just for this though bye bye again i'm back to uni#this was marinating too long#hirai momo#twice imagine#twice imagines#twice x reader#hirai momo imagines#hirai momo scenarios#hirai momo x reader
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hmmmm maybe spencer invites reader over one day to his apartment so they can hang out and talk, and maybe spencer starts rambling about a topic you know nothing about, he of course wastes no time scratching every surface airing out every possible fact there is
and of course what can you do besides sit there and listen and watch as he goes on and on about something you can barely comprehend but thats just how he is, so smart and knowledgeable
it was no secret that you had been crushing on spencer, and it was no secret that he felt the same way, the both of you had been going back and forth signaling each other for months to make a move
you decided why not make that move for the both you
finally you begin to move closer to him and stare deep into his eyes making sure he knows that he’s your target as you slide your fingers across his thighs slowly staring at his lips while he continues hesitantly with his rambles
as you move closer and closer his voice becomes shakier and his words come out scrambled this only makes you want to move closer to him to see what kind of reaction he can give you next
suddenly your fingers make their way to his waist as you both sit near each other on his couch, you finally place your hand low on his back rubbing back and forth while you signal him to keep talking
he blushes at the affectionate expression and continues with scattered words, before you came this close he was able to look you in the eye and talk with his hands to give emphasis on his words and now all he can do is look back and forth between you and the walk behind you while you fixate on him and only him
he talks faster the closer you get, once you’re face to face so close where you can feel each other breathe you kiss him and for the first time since you stepped into the profiler’s apartment, there was silence, nothing but your combined breathless kisses filled the room now
he kissed you back as you raise your other hand and place it on the back of his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss and for once spencer had nothing to say, he let himself fall into the kiss breathing you in as much as he can
you kiss him desperately guiding his body closer to you until he’s sitting on top of you his hands gripping your face while you pull your hands down to hold him by the waist ever so slightly pushing him back forth against your cock you can tell he’s desperate for more once he starts grinding on his on
“god”
he whispers between the kiss driving you mad as he lowers his face into your neck while grinding, you kiss his ear and grind back against him controlling the friction between the two of you
you whisper sweet affections into his ear while he whines into yours
“just like that baby” as he returns for more kisses, leaving you breathless as the beautiful man absorbs you with his gentle touch, you break the kiss and gaze into his eyes as you tuck a thin strand of his soft brown hair behind his ear time standing still for what seems like hours
“you’re so beautiful” you tell him with full adoration as his eyes hang low and his cheeks become more flushed, you both stare into each other eyes lovingly reuniting in a soft gentle kiss
#criminal minds#spencer reid#sponce#spencer reid x male reader#bisexual spencer reid#hmm maybe#once again way longer than i expected#sorry mwuah
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𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃. | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 |
tags: injured miguel (only bruises he’s fine), fluff mainly, trying to get into the habit of writing his character:))
Startled awake, your hands grasp at empty bed sheets, cold to your skin. You blink furiously, trying to get used to the darkness of your bedroom. From the bottom gap of your door you can see that there’s light leading from the kitchen..
He’s home. You think.
You pause, listening for sounds of shuffling to answer your assumption and from the sound of a chair lightly scraping the floor makes you stand corrected.
Lazily, your limbs slip out from the sheets, magnetically drawn to your lover, not caring about it being three in the morning. You’d been waiting all night for Miguel and anticipation had been filling up the empty pits of your stomach, fears and worries creeping into the corner of your heart at the thought of him not returning to you. You follow the glow of the light to the kitchen, where you find Miguel near the counter, shirtless with his suit half undone.
“Miguel?” you croaked, eyes squinting in pain of the bright light.
His gruff voice mumbles out your name. Blindly, you stumble over to him by the kitchen counter where a stack of cotton pads and a bottle of antiseptic lay spread. Immediately at the sight, you scan him, his eyes meet yours knowing exactly what you’re thinking.
“I’m fine my love, really. Just a few bruises here and there.” He reassured. “Took a little longer than expected huh?”
“I was worried about you.” you mumble, rubbing your arm at the coldness of the room.
“I should’ve called.”
You shake your head lightly, “It’s okay, I understand.”
It was something you had to understand. Miguel’s job and his responsibilities were larger than you could possibly imagine. At times it felt like he had the whole world on his shoulders. And you knew that he did in a literal sense too. You knew what you were in for the moment you announced that you’d stick by his side no matter what. It took a few months of persuasion but finally you cracked him, proved to him that you’ll be there no matter what. Even if it means having to lie in bed all alone for hours at a time.
“Where are you hurt?” you prompt, scanning his sculpted body.
“I’m fine.”
“Miguel.” You announce his name in a serious tone, causing him to look at you. Just from your expression he knows better than to lie to you and pretend that everything is okay.
“Few bruises on my back.” he mutters, dropping his head. He turns around immediately, letting you get to work.
You took a cotton pad and cautiously dabbed some alcohol on it. Slowly and gently you dabbed the pad on his skin, where dark marks were beginning to appear. Miguel seethed quietly under his breath, fingertips gripping the counter.
“How was your day, my love?” he asks, his tone soft despite the discomfort.
“It was okay, I missed you y’know.” you begin, rambling on about your day because you know how much of a distraction it is from the pain. He thinks he could listen to you talk all day, even asking Lyla to pull up some recorded conversation between the two of you when he gets stressed. Your voice being one of the only things that truly calms him down.
“I think you’re all done baby.” you pat his shoulder, pressing a light kiss afterwards. Miguel relaxes at your touch, a long exhaustive sigh escaping. Silence spreads through the entire room as you continue to pepper kisses across his shoulder, with each and every time your lips his skin, you break down a barrier of his.
“Let’s get you to bed shall we?” you suggest after a few minutes of silence.
He nods wordlessly, cupping your hand with his, letting you lead the way. Blindly he’d follow you and blindly he’d love you to the ends of the earth.
#angel writes#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel spiderverse#spider man into the spider verse#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel x reader#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara#across the spiderverse#miguel x reader fluff#miguel o’hara x reader
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could you maybe write something about period sex with al ruddy? because i’m experiencing the worst cramps of my life right now and i need a distraction
Ahh, I’m sorry, babe! That’s the worst! I hope you feel better soon! ♥️
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You’d been in pain all day. It wasn’t some great surprise—you always got the worst cramps whenever it was that time of the month. But this month’s cramps were particularly brutal. Just when you thought one would pass, another would seize you, the lower half of your body spasming as you clenched your legs in agony beneath your desk.
On more than one occasion, you’d had to excuse yourself and run to the bathroom just to hide the fact that you were near tears from how much you were hurting. You knew your boss wasn’t pleased, but he also didn’t want to make an enemy of Al, so he kept his comments to himself.
When the workday was over and Al came to your office to pick you up, you whispered in his ear, “Can we skip dinner tonight, darling? I just really want to go home.”
Al was a bit surprised, but when he saw the look on your face and how your brow was furrowed deeply in pain, he immediately nodded and wrapped his arm around you as he led you to his car.
As soon as you got back to Al’s place, you immediately stripped out of the dress you’d worn to work that day and changed into one of your flowy nightgowns, clutching your middle as another agonizing cramp took hold of you.
“What’s wrong, baby doll?” Al asked in concern, stepping up behind you and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he swept your hair aside.
“I have my period,” you admitted, feeling a little flushed with embarrassment. You and Al had been dating for months now, but it still wasn’t something you necessarily talked about openly, beyond telling him a few days out of every month that it “wasn’t a good time” for sex.
Al could feel your skin growing warm beneath his touch and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly. “Baby doll, you don’t have to be embarrassed about that,” he told you, as if reading your mind. Turning you towards him, he took your chin between his index finger and thumb. “Is it the cramps?”
When you looked up at him in surprise, he chuckled, “Baby, I’m not completely oblivious to what goes on. I was married once, you know.” He winked down at you, stroking your cheek.
You felt yourself flush at that, but then nodded slowly. “They’re really bad today. It hurts so bad,” you confessed, your chin wobbling slightly.
“Oh, c’mere,” Al murmured gently, pulling you against his chest and rubbing your back soothingly.
Closing your eyes, you rested your head against his chest and took a few deep breaths, the two of you standing like that for what felt like a while.
“You know,” he said slowly, breaking the comfortable silence. “I have heard that there’s a pretty good solution for cramps,” he told you, slowly grazing his fingers against your hip.
When you glanced up and saw that familiar look in his eye, you tensed up slightly. “Oh, Al, no!” you said, embarrassed again. “No, that would be—it would be messy and disgusting and I couldn’t ask you to—”
“But you’re not asking me. I’m suggesting it,” Al cut you off, his deep voice vibrating in his chest as he looked down at you, cupping your face in his hands. “And why would it be disgusting? Messy, maybe, but I’ve never been afraid of a little mess,” he added with a grin. When he saw that you still looked a little shy, he went on, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, baby doll. But if you want to, don’t think a little blood is going to scare me away. I want to make you feel good.”
“Okay,” you nodded slowly, standing on your tip toes to press a loving kiss to his lips. “If you’re sure,” you whispered.
“Never been more sure, baby,” he winked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Al seemed to know just what to do, not turned off at all by the prospect of what was going to happen. You were a little nervous—you’d never had sex on your period before—but he kept offering you reassuring smiles as he pushed the covers back on the bed and laid out a few large towels.
“And if they get stained, they get stained. I can always buy new sheets and towels,” Al said when he saw you biting your lower lip. Smiling, he stepped around the bed until he reached you and pulled you into his arms, kissing you again, more deeply this time.
The two of you slowly undressed one another, Al lifting you in his strong arms and laying you down on the bed. He climbed in beside you, half on top of you, and continued to kiss you, your tongues lightly dancing with one another. His hands worked their way all over your body, his touches soft and sensual as he tried to ensure that you were fully ready for him.
“Al,” you panted softly, breaking the kiss and burying your face in his neck. “Need you. Need you so badly,” you sighed, whimpering as another painful cramp seized you.
“I got you, baby doll, I got you,” he assured you, taking himself in his hand as he straddled you and slowly guided himself towards your extremely sensitive entrance. When he pushed himself inside you, just the tip, and saw the way you threw your head back and moaned, he took one of your hands in his and laced your fingers together. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“G-good,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “It’s just so sensitive,” you admitted, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” Al nodded, rocking his hips slowly as he bent down to kiss you.
In response, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your fingers in his dark curls, drawing him even closer to yourself.
Your lovemaking was slow and languid, the sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of sex permeating the air as Al fueled your body with pleasure, the pain of your cramps long forgotten as he ground his hips against yours, his length stroking deep inside your aching walls.
Both your bodies damp with sweat, Al slid his mouth down from your lips to your breasts, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth and sucking lightly. You felt yourself clench in response, which caused him to moan against your skin.
“Al, baby, I’m so close,” you gasped out, feeling the telltale sign of your legs beginning to tremble.
Al didn’t change his pace, just lifted his head and gazed down at you, smoothing your sweaty hair away from your face as he continued to thrust into you slowly. He kissed you once, on the corner of your mouth, but then pulled back so he could keep watching you.
“Darling, I—oh, oh,” you gasped, your eyes widening and your chest heaving. You came while crying out his name and staring deeply into his eyes, your entire body turning to mush as soon as you fell over the edge.
Al finished a moment or two later, pulling out and spilling himself on your thigh, and the two of you lay panting together for a few moments.
“That was—I—I do feel better,” you laughed suddenly, noticing that the cramps weren’t bothering you at the moment. But when you glanced down and saw the mess that you had made, you immediately felt your cheeks grow warm.
“Hey, hey, look at me,” Al whispered, drawing your attention back up to his eyes. “Just look at me. I’m gonna get you in the shower, and then I’m gonna come take care of all this, okay? I don’t care about the mess,” he reminded you, kissing the tip of your nose.
You nodded slowly, letting him lift you up out of bed and carry you to the bathroom. “Are you going to come shower with me when you’re done?” you asked, wrapping your arms around him.
“Of course, baby doll,” he promised.
And he did. You and Al cleaned each other from head to toe, then dried off and got ready for bed, crawling under the covers and sliding against the fresh sheets Al had put on.
“I love you so much, darling,” you whispered, resting your cheek against his chest.
Al chuckled, stroking your back lightly. “Not as much as I love you.”
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!Kylian Mbappé x wife!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Kylian and y/n are taking a break from their marriage but that doesn’t stop them from going on trips together with their 3 daughters
𝑪𝑾: Fluff, kinda angst
author note: so hey, yes this was something that was requested by an anonymous person, i deleted the ask accidentally tho, luckily I had the whole request in my head so yea, thanks the person for requesting🥰, sorry for accidentally deleting your ask I'm so clumsy istg😭 but anyways let's start
Kelila Mbappé - 13yo
Kaori Mbappé - 11yo
Kalina Mbappé - 7yo
So, you and Kylian had gotten into a bad fight, causing you to not separate but get a break from the relationship, this was exactly 6 months ago, you had totally forgotten the fact that you had planned a trip together, this is where you currently were, waiting in the airport for him
Your two youngest daughters were matching outfits while your eldest wanted to match with you, she always was the closest to you
Out of all of her sisters she is probably the only one who probably understood what was going on between her parents although she never asked
She would sometimes look at news on the internet that would say that her parents were filling for divorce but she knew better than to trust the tabloids, deep down she knew her parents still loved each other they just needed time to realise that
"Maman, où est papa? (mom, where is dad?)" Kalina asked, she was already tired, we had to make up kinda early because we wanted to get to our destination asap
"I don't know baby l'll try to call him" I said and immediately started dialling his number in which he answered very quickly
“Kyky where are you the girls and I are ready to leave" | said to him in which he replied *I'm already in the parking lot, sorry I had forgotten something at home"
"Alright just be fast we're already in front of the jet waiting for you" | didn't wait for his reply and just hung up the phone and sighed, my eldest daughter looked at me and asked if everything was okay in which I replied that it was
After sometime Kylian finally arrived, he hugged the girls and gave them kisses, then he carried Kalina and came over to me
*Hey, sorry I was late I just had to make a quick sto-" he started but was quickly interrupted by me
"it's okay you don't need to explain yourself also you weren't that late so it's okay really, how have you been?'
At that point we were already entering the jet *I've been better but l'm good" he replied back
"That's good, I've been good too"
After that we sat in an awkward silence until Kelila decided to break it
"Mom, dad, let's take a picture" she said and moved in the middle ready to take a selfie, she really wanted her parents to become close again, because her dad moved away and staying at his mom's place
His clothes were still in their house tho, which means that there is still a chance of them getting back, that's what she thought
Skip to when they arrived
So they had arrived and immediately went to the house they had rented to spend the holidays, it had 5 bedrooms, in which 2 of them were master bedrooms
Your oldest daughter stayed with one of the master bedrooms, you and Kyky were supposed to stay in the same bedroom but now you weren't really sure if you wanted to share one
You can stay in the master bedroom, I have to stay near Kalina anyway so l'lI just stay in the bedroom near hers” I said while looking at Kylian
"No it's okay I can take cara of Kalina you can stay in the master" he said back in a tone of sadness, Kylian really wanted to talk to you about their relationship but he was just waiting for her to bring it up, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable
After some time he decided to take the master bedroom just to make you happy
You decided to go and rest for a while, your two youngest were also asleep meanwhile Kylian was with Kelila in the opened living room
"Papa" Kelila said to her father as he looked up at her " miss you and mom together, I know you're not divorced but what if it becomes too much for you both and you decide to separate, I know you both don't usually talk about your problems with me but I know you're both hurting and so am I, I just want you guys to be better"
Kylian looked at his daughter and pulled her closer to him as she was holding back tears at that point
*Look Kelila, me and your mom we love each others we won't separate but even if we do, nothing will change I will still love her and you guys vous êtes mon monde (you guys are my world), everything I do is for you guys and your mom, we will always be a family, even if me and her are not together he replied while his daughter was cuddling him
"Je t'aime papa" she whispered to him
" Je t'aime aussi chérie" he whispered back and kissed her temple
Kylian was thinking about everything that happened this past few months, about his career, his friends, but most importantly his family
He was thinking on how to get his wife back, he really did miss her and the kids, although he saw the kids most of the time, he still kissed her, being able to hug her and kiss her and wake up next to her
He'd just have to respect her wishes and just wait for her to talk to him
Unbeknown to him, y/n was listening to their conversation and she felt a wave of sadness wash over her
The next day
Y/n was the first to wake up, she prepared breakfast for everyone, then she went to wake up her husband, her goal was to show him that she wanted to be with him still
She went to the master bedroom and knocked
"Kyky, Kyk's, Kylian, wake up" he wasn't a heavy sleeper so after less that 30 seconds he woke up and looked very confused
"Hey? Sorry did I oversleep?are the girls awake yet?" He asked her, they were spending the first day there in the house just relaxing and maybe later take a walk in the beach
"Oh no no just I made breakfast for us and I wanted to wake you up first before we wake up the girls and start officially our day but if you want to sleep you can" she was immediately interrupted by him saying "no I- I it's a great idea yea we can eat together and wake the girls up later" so that's what you two did
At first it was awkward but then you warmed up to each other and continued laughing and talking making up for the lost time
Skip to nighttime
So you guys spent the whole day, you and the girls basically just watching tv, then you went swimming in the pool, then you had dinner and went to bed
You and Kylian slept in different bedrooms, although you had that interaction before, unfortunately for you that was a bad idea because later on it started to rain really badly, and there was thunder too, and let's say you were scared of thunders
You couldn't sleep, you tried again but you just couldn't, minutes passed and still, at that point you were shivering almost in tears, the only person who could calm you down in this situation was
Kylian
But right now you two were in a complicated situation
But you decided to put your pride aside and go to his room
You left your bedroom and walked to his bedroom, you didn't knock because you were sure he was already in bed, you opened the door and saw his sleeping peacefully, you took a deep breath and walked over to the bed
“Kylian, Kyks" you said shaking him, he hummed and you continued "can I stay with you, I can't sleep because of the thunder" you said in a whisper and he saw you shaking
"It's okay mon amour come here" he said and u went to lay on his chest “it's okay baby l'm here, I'll keep you safe" he said and kissed you temple
"Kyky, im sorry" you said in a whisper it's okay baby we'll talk about it tomorrow now I need you to rest" he said while caressing your cheek, you immediately went to sleep, Kylian smiled a bit and also went back to sleep
Skip to the next day
"Shh don't make noise Kaori they'll wake up' i neard a faint whisper "sorry sorry it's just I'm so happy, papa will finally be with us" | heard a voice that sounded like Kaori
"Girl what are you doing here* I said(Kylian) slowly waking up "sorry papa it's just we woke up and went to mommy's room and she wasn't there so we came here and found you two here, together, sleeping, in the same bed, cuddling" said Kelila with a visible smile in her face "does this mean you are coming home with us papa?" Said Kaori
"Okay don't make noise your mom is still sleeping, and baby I don't know we will see” I said to her, I really don't know I still need to talk to y/n "okay girl you can go and get ready l'lI be down in a bit, where is Kalina?"
"She's still sleeping" answered Kelila "okay I'll wake her up later, now go and prepare yourselves"
"yes papa" they both answered
After some time y/n woke up "hey" she said "hey, how'd you sleep" "very well actually, thank you for letting me stay here" she said and got kinda shy
"no it's okay I mean you're my wife after all im supposed to protect you always" | said and I saw her smiling
“I also wanted to talk to you, I thought about us, I think you should come back home, the girls miss you and I do too, I miss seeing you every day at home after you come home from practice, I miss seeing your games and just being in your presence, this stupid argument we had almost ruined everything we built, I wanted to say l'm sorry and I love you and I never stopped loving you" she said looking down, I was trying to make eye contact with her so I lifted her chin and smiled at her, which made her smile back
" love you y/n, no matter how many times we argue I will always love you, l've loved you since we were kids, I'm sorry for the argument, I also miss seeing your pretty face every day and having you and the girls cheer me up after I lose in games, I miss our home and I miss our girls, please let me move back in, let us put this argument behind us and move forward continue enjoying this trip with our family" i said and smiled at her at the end, she smiled back and pecked my lips, I gave her a proper kiss and stood up
"Ok now let's go get ready" I said walking to the bathroom, finally everything has fallen back into place
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𝗸.𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲: À toi, pour toujours❤️
(Yours forever)
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𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗶 we can finally go on couple trips again
𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙮/𝙣.𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚, 𝙠.𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚, 𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙖_𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙠_ and 5, 937 others
𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲 I miss you🥺
^ i miss you too🥺
^𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚 oh I meant her but I miss you too I guess
^^^𝙮/𝙣.𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚 miss you too Eth🥺
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝....
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Baby- J.K
PROMPT FROM TUMBLR- " can you stop?! i'm pregnant, for crying out loud, it's not like i'm made of glass!"
you were eight months pregnant. obviously for someone in the public eye, Joe wasn't around much. he really wanted to be. when he was around you, it was like walking on egg shells. you were not allowed to lift anything, reach up to grab anything, do the washing up, clean, physically nothing. it really hurt your feelings, when Joe wasn't around you did everything then when he finally was you weren't allowed to do anything?
you always wanted to keep yourself occupied. you didn't really have any interest in your phone or social media throughout your pregnancy and other than cleaning and watching TV, you had nothing else to do. it was a boring Friday morning. Joe had a day off so you knew you wouldn't be able to do anything. you were sat in the kitchen making breakfast for you both when he ran down the stairs and saw you standing near the island, by the oven.
“you. sit down, now” he said, grabbing hold of your hand and pulled you to the stools and helped you sit down. “Joe, honestly, i’m fine” you said, trying to stand up again. “no. sit down, i’ll finish this” he said, he sounded stern. you sighed and sat down and rubbed your forehead. “how did you sleep? i heard you get up once or twice” he said, breaking the silence as he did the two or three dishes that were in the sink. “oh yeah i slept somewhat okay, they were kicking a lot on my bladder so i needed to pee like three times” you said, explaining why you got up a few times.
“i was going to come check on you but you weren’t being sick so i just left it” he said, turning around after finishing the dishes. you laughed a bit. he served the food and you guys both sat down next to each other to eat, with your cravings, you wanted to get the ketchup so you tried to get up but you couldn’t before he sat you back down. “what do you want, i’ll get it” he said, walking to the cupboards where it was kept. you sighed “just the ketchup please”. he got the ketchup and give it to you.
“how’s filming been then?” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “yeah it’s been okay, bit stressful but i only have a couple of scenes left to film which is good. i should be finished before the baby comes” he replied, stroking your hair softly. you left hand was on your bump and you rubbed it softly, the baby was kicking a lot more often now that you were nearing the end of your pregnancy and having the feeling of the baby, your baby, kicking was the best feeling in the world. you guys talked for a bit longer before you got up to use the bathroom again. Joe picked up the plates and started washing them up.
“where do you think you are going?” he said, turning to you once he heard your chair move. “Joe. i need to go to the toilet then i want to have a shower. is that okay?” you said, sounding sarcastic. the hormones and a very running through your body. you walked away before he could reply. he was acting as if you couldn’t do anything by yourself just because you were pregnant. you walked up the stairs and got a towel before going into the bathroom. you did your business then turned on the shower.
Joe was standing downstairs shocked at your little outburst. you hadn’t spoken to him like that before. he didn’t mean to be overbearing or obsessed but he just wanted you to be safe. he wasn’t there much and he felt terrible for it. he wanted to be there more and he had made the decision that as soon as you gave birth, he would stay away from work to help you with the baby. he didn’t want to wake up and leave for work, he saw you sleeping peacefully every morning and he hated leaving you, that’s why he was so overprotective.
he heard the music you were playing blasting throughout the house and he went to sit on the sofa. he waited for you to come out of the bathroom so he could have a chat with you. he heard a yelp and some things fall and he instantly rushed up the stairs. he saw you over the sink, towel wrapped around your body and you hand covered in blood. he grabbed hold of your hand and examined it. “what happened? are you okay? do we need to go to the hospital?” he said, looking away from your hands and looked at your face. “i’m fine Joe, i cut myself on a razor by accident, it’s only a small cut and it doesn’t really hurt. i’m fine” you said, turning away from him and rinsed your hand with cold water.
your tone sounded annoyed, like you didn’t really want to speak to him. after washing the blood off of your hand, you brushed past him and walked into the bedroom. he sighed and shook his head softly. he didn’t realise it but he was making you stressed and claustrophobic. you felt like he was a parrot which was perched on your shoulder, watching your every move. the thought of having a baby alone was one of the most stressful things you’d ever been through and you didn’t want your boyfriend, who didn’t allow you to do anything, to make you even more stressed then you already were.
he followed you into the bedroom and saw you reaching up to grab some leggings and one of his jumpers. his jumpers were on the highest shelf in the wardrobe and he instantly ran to you, grabbing the hoodie you were reaching for. you sighed angrily as he gave you a small smile. “i could of got that myself” you whispered in an angry tone. “i know, i just don’t want you straining anything.” he replied, rubbing your shoulder. “i’m fine. it wasn’t even that high up.” you said, walking past him to the bed and sat down. you started putting your clothes on and got up once you were dressed. he started getting ready himself and once he was, he saw you downstairs, cleaning the floor with some floor wipes. you looked up at him and saw him wearing blue jeans and a blue top with a hat on top of his head.
you looked back down and kept cleaning the floor. “what are you doing y/n? get up off the floor” he said, trying to help you up off the floor. “can you stop?! i'm pregnant, for crying out loud, it's not like i'm made of glass!” you shouted. you finally snapped. you couldn’t take being treated like a child for any longer. his face fell and he readjusted the hat that was on top of his head. he looked down and spoke up again. “i’m just trying to make sure you’re safe. i wouldn’t want anything happening to you” he said, his voice soft and full of hurt. “i don’t care Joe. i’m fine, i’m not a child and i can take care of myself. the baby isn’t going to get hurt because i’m cleaning the floor. i’m not gonna die if i try to reach for a hoodie or make breakfast in the morning. i can do things myself and i’m sick of you watching my every move. i feel like i can’t even walk into a room without you following me. you are never here anyway so why does it matter if i clean. i never see you so it wouldn’t matter if you just left. just leave me alone” you shouted back, struggling to get up off the floor but nevertheless you did it.
walking past him and walking up the stairs. as you were walking up the stairs, you heard the front door slam then a car start. you instantly felt guilty for what you said. you just couldn’t take being treated like a child. you sat in bed, the blanket covered your body, you bump huge. because of the hormones, you started crying. the tears falling at a fast pace as you thought of how you just spoke to Joe. the baby kicked and kicked, obviously feeling your sadness. you turned on the TV and put on some random film which you weren’t really watching. you just wanted to make sure the Joe was safe and you wanted to apologise. with your mind being somewhat preoccupied, you didn’t hear the front door opening and closing.
you were watching ‘The Princess and the Frog’ when you heard the bedroom door open. you looked and saw Joe walking into the room and you instantly got up and walked round the bed to him. you saw his arms open gently and you walked into the hug. you started crying more than you already were. “i’m sorry baby” you heard him whisper as he kissed your forehead and rocked the hug back and forth softly. you sobbed more and couldn’t get your words out. “no, i’m sorry. all you’ve done is nice to me and made sure i was okay and i shouldn’t have told you to leave-” you spoke before he cut you off. “no, i shouldn’t of made you feel claustrophobic and i should have realised you were fine and you didn’t need me to help you. i’m sorry for making you feel pressured” he said, still rocking the hug. you looked up at him and kissed him softly.
he wiped your tears and you leant back into him. he rubbed your back and then broke the hug, and helped you sit on the bed. you laid down on the bed and he laid down next to you. he was laying on his back and your head was on his chest. he stroked your hair and your stomach gently. you realised that he was only just doing it to help you. you looked up to him and rubbed his cheek. he looked down at you from the film and smiled again. “i love you.” you said, leaning up to him more. “i love you more and i can’t wait for our baby to get here” he said, kissing you. yes he wasn’t here much and yes he made you feel somewhat stressed, but you knew he would be an amazing dad and you couldn’t wait to see him with your baby.
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Things Are Never As They Seem… Chapter Seventeen
Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)
Summary
You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…
Warnings
MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. PR relationship. HW sucks. Fluff. Angst. Implied smut. Cyber bullying.
Series Masterlist
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January 26, 2021
Ella spoke your name softly, pulling your attention away from the pile of laundry you were working through, “Are you sure you want to take some time off?” You’d almost forgotten you were on the phone with her for all of two minutes, tuning out her rambling about some role you had zero interest in. “It’s just… Well, you just got back into things after lockdown and I’d hate for you to miss opportunities…”
You loved her.
You really, really did.
But you were more than a little fed up with her constant pestering.
All week she’d been on your ass about finding the next project–taking the next steps, knowing damn well you had a movie coming out this spring and would start filming another in LA near the end of March, early April.
What more could you possibly do?
February was really your only month off and you wouldn’t catch a break again until the end of July, early August.
You were taking your damn vacation.
And Ella damn knew it too. She was more than just wasting her breath at this point.
“Ella.” You sighed, struggling to keep the frustration out of your voice. “I’m taking this vacation. We’ve talked about this a handful of times now.” You ran a hand down your face, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Seb’s mom needs this. This isn’t about me getting time off, it’s about spending quality time with her. She’s been alone so much recently.” You paused, trying to remain mindful of your tone, “So please don’t ask me again.”
You really didn’t intend for it to come out as stern as it did and you winced slightly at the long silence that followed as soon as the words left your lips.
“No.” The resignation in her voice was obvious, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.”
You weren’t really sure what else to say and it seemed like she didn’t either. You never really snapped at her like that before but then again she’d never repeatedly ignored your request before either. You made a mental note to check in with Casey and Blake to see what was going on with her. Nothing had changed between the two of you as far as you knew but her attitude towards you for the last week said otherwise.
Thankfully, your saving grace came in the form of your lover’s incoming facetime call.
“Ella.” You said softly, “I have to go, Sebastian’s on the other line and I don’t want to miss him. I’ll call you later?”
“Yeah.” She sounded a little too relieved, “You go ahead. Talk to you later.”
You didn’t waste another second, slamming your thumb down on the green ‘accept’ button. Moments later, Sebastian’s beaming face appeared on the screen.
“There she is.”
Almost four years together and this man still made you blush with just one look.
“Look at you.” He cooed, leaning closer as he rolled over onto his stomach in bed, propping the phone against a pillow. “You look gorgeous, baby.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed in a line to hide your smile as you glanced down at the little nighty you were wearing. You looked like an absolute bum with the weird heatless curl thing you found online wrapped up in your hair, eyepatch things under your eyes, and a mighty patch on your chin.
“You are such a fibber, Sebastian Stan.” You tutted, shaking your head at him. You propped your phone against the laundry basket on your bed and stepped back from the camera to give a little spin.
He gasped, hooded eyes tracing down to ogle your bare legs, “Are you wearing panties under that?”
You rolled your eyes, fighting to suppress a smile. “You are absolutely insatiable, Stan.”
“Only for you, baby.” He chuckled, shooting you a little wink. “Only for you.”
You shot him a shy smile as you picked up a tank top and folded it before placing it neatly in your suitcase. “I’m not.” You admitted quietly, “Wearing panties.”
“I knew it.”
You couldn’t hold back the laugh burst from your lips, “You did not.”
“God, I needed to hear your laugh.”
If you thought you were blushing hard before, you were sure you were red as a tomato now.
“I miss you so much, sweetheart.” He sighed softly, eyes locked on yours through the camera and in that moment you wished you were looking at them in real time, not through a screen.
No camera could ever bring justice to those cerulean eyes.
“I miss you more, Seb. “ You frowned a little, “I wish you could come with us tomorrow.”
He breathed out a drawn out sigh, “Me too. You know I would if I could.”
Twenty three days since you’ve been without him.
You wish you could say it got easier with time, having him away, but it didn’t. It wasn’t like this is the longest you’d spent away from him either. But for obvious reasons, it was harder to let him go this time. You were finally in a good place, you spent the holidays in complete bliss–just you and him in your own little world,then reality set back in and it was time to go to work again.
Things were going good between the two of you.
Better than good, even.
But part of you couldn’t help but wonder if that was because he was trapped up in his own little world on set in Canada and Catalina was all the way back home in Spain.
Life was easier when she wasn’t around and you weren’t the slightest bit ready for her inevitable return to the states when Sebastian finished filming ‘Fresh’ and returned to LA with you.
You knew the second she caught wind that he was back, she would hop her desperate ass on a plane first thing. And then you’d finally be forced to meet her.
God, you didn’t even want to think about what that would be like. All you knew, was that she definitely wasn’t going to like you. There was absolutely no way you were going to put up with her shi-
Sebastian called your name, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Sorry.” You shook your head, shaking yourself from those thoughts.
There was no need to get ahead of yourself. It was still January, that was a few months away yet.
“Where did you go?” He looked a little concerned, it was honestly a little cute with his brows all furrowed and his bottom lip plumped out in a small pout. “You okay?”
You laughed a little to yourself, picking up your phone before plopping on the edge of the bed, “I’m sorry. I was getting ahead of myself.” You shook your head, shoulders sagging a little, “I was just thinking about when I’m going to see you next–which is around my birthday,” You waved your hand lazily in front of you, “If everything works out of course. And it just reminded me that I’m going to have to meet Catalina and deal with her and yeah.”
His expression fell a little and you felt bad for bringing it up. But you were trying to be better about communicating your thoughts and feelings so you knew it was the right thing to do.
“I kinda forgot about her.” He tried to cover his initial reaction with a small laugh but you didn’t miss the way his eyes dimmed a little. “I actually got a call from Blake today. I almost forgot to tell you.” He shrugged, chuckling to himself, “I guess she had a little solo pap walk today and in every picture she is holding her phone out in front of her, flashing her lockscreen. You couldn’t see it clearly but it was obviously one of the pictures we took in Ibiza.” He shook his head, running a hand down his face, “We took so much footage that day.”
You don’t even try to hide your grimace, nose scrunching in disgust and teeth bared, “She’s kinda pathetic isn’t she?”
“She’s embarrassing me.”
“I’m sorry for bringing her up.” You frowned, tilting your head a little as you took him in, “I was just on the phone with Ella and she’s been up my ass about taking on another project instead of going on vacation and it got me thinking about the next couple months.” You glanced away from the camera, eyes trailing over your half packed suitcase, “After this, I’ll be booked until early August–just in time for your birthday, I guess.”
“It’s alright, honey.” Sebastian shook his head, his brows pulled down and his lips pressed together as his eyes wandered over your face, “You never have to be sorry for that. We can talk about these things–we should.” He paused, dipping closer to the camera, “You can talk to me about anything–everything. We are doing so good about being open and communicating. We are in a really good spot and I don’t want to lose that because you are holding things in for my sake.”
You nodded, “You’re right.”
You bit your lip to hide a smirk, “I don’t think she’ll like me much.”
“Well,” Sebastian’s nose scrunched cutely, that half smirk that always makes your heart race split across his face, “She doesn’t like me either… But she does like the attention my name brings her so…” He gave a little shrug, “She’ll either try to mooch off you or-”
“Nah.” You interject with a short laugh, “She thinks I’m the one thing standing between her and having you completely. She’s going to make my life a living hell. I’m sure of it.”
“Don’t say that.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I won’t let her fuck with you, baby. That’s not going to happen.”
“Sebastian.” You huffed lightly, keeping your tone soft, “You and I both know you only have so much control here now. There is only so much we can do. She runs the show now and as long as she doesn’t break contract, no one is going to stop her.”
He mumbled your name, voice full of sorrow.
“It’s fine, love.” You forced a smile, one you knew he most definitely saw right through. “Seriously, it’ll all work out. Besides, what’s the worst she can do? As long as we got each other, we will be fine.”
He didn’t look fully convinced but let it go, for your sake you were sure.
“And I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I have an early flight tomorrow and would rather hear all about your day.” You shoved your suitcase over, and plopped over on your belly, “How’s my girl, Daisy?”
“Oh my God.” Your lover groaned, “You talked to her twice and now you love her more than me! This is absolutely unacceptable.”
“She’s so cute though.” You pouted, “I want to adopt her as our daughter.”
“She’s twenty three, babe!”
“So?”
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January 29, 2021
“Everything okay, dragă?”
You glanced up from your phone to meet Georgeta’s concerned gaze.
Your brows furrowed as you took in the messages lighting up your screen, “Yeah, just..” You shifted in your seat, shoving your phone back in your clutch. Hoping once it was out of your sight, it would be out of your mind. “I’ve been getting really weird messages and comments over the past couple days on all social media platforms.” You took a quick sip of water to clear your throat when your voice cracked, “I think it’s the same couple accounts just bombarding me but,” You trail off, shaking your head, “They are kind of nasty messages.”
That definitely didn’t ease her concern and you kinda felt bad for bringing it up but honestly it had been eating at you over the past few days and you really needed to get it off your chest.
It wasn’t unusual for you to get a gross comment here or there but since arriving at the resort down here in Mexico, it was like someone had opened the floodgates and your inbox and notifications were drowning with messages, comments, and tags. All of them shitting on your acting, your body, your clothes, your hair–everything and anything they could think of.
They were picking you apart.
And you didn’t know why.
It wasn’t like you had done anything recently. You hadn’t posted since before Christmas, and the last pap walk you did was with cast mates back on set in early december. It was quiet for you as of lately press wise, so you don’t understand what could’ve brought this unwarranted attention on.
You had planned to post a little of your trip, maybe a nice sunset picture or something to show your fans you were, in fact, alive but now you weren’t so sure it was a good idea. It wasn’t worth it to subject yourself to more hate.
Georgeta called your name softly, “What are they saying?”
You shrugged a little, brushing it off, “It doesn’t matter. I just don’t understand why this is happening all of a sudden.”
“It does matter though.” She frowned, reaching across the table to place her hand over yours, rubbing softly across your knuckles with her thumb, “It’s clearly bothering you. I can see it all over your face whenever you look at your phone.”
Just like her son, Georgeta had a talent for reading you. You could never ever get anything past the two of them.
You breathed out a soft sigh, eyes trailing the room around you as you leaned over the table, closer to her, “They’ve been messaging me, saying things like ‘Kill yourself’, ‘He doesn’t love you’ I’m not sure who they mean, not a single soul knows about Seb and I outside people we trust or have signed an NDA.” You shake your head, reaching to grab your half filled wine glass before taking a hefty sip. “A lot of shit about my body, my hair, my clothes. ‘She’s a terrible actress’, ‘She has nothing going for her’, ‘She’s ugly’. Every insult that you can think of, they’ve said it.”
“Miere.” The tone of her voice was nearly enough to make you cry, and the expression on her face didn’t help either. “That is awful. I am so sorry.” She reached for your hand again, taking your right between her own and bringing it to her lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, “They don’t deserve you or your attention. You are so much better than that.”
You blinked back the tell tale burn behind your eyes and tried with everything inside you to plaster on even the smallest of smiles. You’re sure it came across as more of a pained grimace than anything.
“Does my son know?”
“No.” You shook your head, “I didn’t want to distract him and really, it’s not like he can do anything to stop it.” You shrugged half heartedly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “There’s nothing any of us can do. I don’t know why I’m letting it get to me. I should just turn off my notifications and log out of social media for a while.”
“No.” Georgeta nearly shouted and her eyes widened as she looked around to make sure she hadn’t bothered anyone else in the restaurant. “You shouldn’t let them control you–Don’t let them win. They do not dictate your life. So you know what…” She stopped the waiter on his way by, “Can we get the check? And a bottle of red to go?”
“Of course.” The nice young man replied, “It’ll just be a moment.”
“Georgeta!” You giggled, “Don’t you want dessert?”
“No.” She smirked, “We are taking the bottle of wine down to the beach and we’re going to drink the entire thing down by the water and then I’m going to take picture of you dancing in the waves and then,” She scrunched her nose at you, waving her fingers in your direction, “You’re going to post a few.”
Your heart wanted to burst out of your chest right then and there. Georgeta was, hands down, the best woman you’ve ever met in your entire life and she never failed to amaze you.
“Are you serious, right now? Isn’t it dark out?” Your brows furrowed and you leaned forward to whisper the last bit. “Is it even legal to bring the wine down there?”
She rolled her eyes at you, an expression you could only describe as a ‘what-the-actual-fuck’ on her face, “We literally drank margaritas on the beach earlier. This restaurant belongs to the resort, of course we can bring the fucking wine.”
“Oh my God.” Your laugh was loud, so loud it drew eyes to your table, “Did you just say ‘fuck’? Georgeta!!” You shook your head, eyes wide, “I cannot believe you just said that.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Your eyes widened even further, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh, “What the– Do…Do you kiss you-your son with that mouth?”
For a second she looked a little bashful, her cheeks all rosy and her smile shy. She let out a little giggle, fingers pressed to her lips as she looked at you with wide, pretty eyes, “I think I’m a little drunk.”
“I was going to say,” You chuckled, “How much have you had to drink? Did you take a couple shots while getting ready for dinner?”
“Maybe.” She drew out her answer with a little giggle, giving her shoulders a small shrug.
Your eyes widened again, “Are you serious?” You laughed to yourself, in complete and utter shock. “I was kidding but you were serious! Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend’s mama?”
Taking Georgeta on vacation had shown you a completely different side of her. You always got on well before, you enjoyed the same things and brought something to the table that each of you lacked in other relationships–you as the daughter she never had and she as the mother figure you always lacked.
You were used to the put together, sweet, never-swore-a-day-in-her-life-and-only-had-one-glass-of-wine Georgeta. Not once had you expected to ever meet party-animal Georgeta.
And you were so here for it.
“Oh, miere, I’m having such a wonderful time with you.” She cooed, finishing her wine glass off before rising from the table. She tossed a debit card towards you, “I have to use the ladys room before we go to the beach,” She pointed at you, shooting you a stern look, “Use that card to pay for dinner. I’ll know if you don’t.”
You laughed, “Sure. Hurry though, there is more fun to be had.”
You watched her go, not missing the way she pulled her phone from her own clutch before she disappeared down the hall. You had no doubt she was calling Sebastian to tell him about what was going on. He was probably trying to get a hold of you both if the two missed phone calls you found waiting for you when you drew your own phone out of your clutch while waiting for the waiter to return with your bill and wine.
You should’ve told him about what was going down–the hate you were receiving. Thinking about it now, you admit it was wrong, especially after talking about communicating more and expressing your feelings. You honestly hadn’t thought it was a big deal and part of you was hoping that it would just blow over in a couple days. And you hadn’t told Georgeta not to say anything to him either so there was no doubt he was hearing about it at this very moment. She clearly had no filter when she had one too many glasses of wine.
That was fine, you could explain it to him later.
He wouldn’t necessarily be mad, he’d be upset for you if anything.
And maybe he’d have a better idea about it than you. Especially the comments about this undisclosed ‘he’ these accounts were messaging you about.
Could it be about him?
It’s possible but unless it was someone close to you targeting you that didn’t make sense. You meant it when you said no one outside of who you wanted to know, knew about your relationship. You had always been careful about sharing that piece of information and being mindful when in public, even more so with this fauxmance in full swing.
Maybe you were overthinking it, it was probably just some fan pissed off that you worked with their favorite. You just wrapped filming with Rege, you work with Henry regularly, and your next project that was announced in early December was with Pedro Pascal. They were all known heartthrobs, and naturally they all had jealous fangirls.
Either way, you would put it out of your mind for the night–heck, maybe even the rest of this vacation and actually enjoy yourself.
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“Are you sure you’re good?”
Not in a million years did you ever think you’d be tucking your boyfriend’s drunk mother in for bed, yet here you were.
Georgeta giggled loudly, directly into your ear, “I’m great, meire. Oh, I love you.” She wrapped her arms around your neck, yanking you down before pressing a handful of kisses across your cheeks and forehead, “Love you so much, Fiica mea.”
Fiica mea
You hadn’t heard that one before. You made a mental note to ask Sebastian.
You laughed, using the last of your strength to untangle yourself from her after placing a kiss of your own against her forehead, “Love you too. Sleep good.”
She mumbled sleepily, eyes already closed and mouth hanging open as she snoozed comfortably in her bed. She was still dressed in the sundress she’d worn to dinner and hopefully she wasn’t too bothered that you left her to sleep in her makeup. There was no way you were going to even attempt that. Not when it took you every last bit of energy to get her up from the beach.
You were pretty drunk yourself, stumbling steps with heavy limbs as you made your way through the day space of your suite and into your own room. You snatched your phone out of your clutch and stumbled into the bathroom, shivering at the cool air nipping at your wet skin.
You’d done the photoshoot.
And you’d had the time of your absolute life running through the waves in your white, long summer dress. It was just the two of you down there and you’d gone a little buckwild. There are over a hundred photos to attest to that.
You had never felt sexier than in that moment and looking at the pictures after, you looked sexy too.
Who knew Georgita had a talent for photography?
And after tonight, she would be accompanying you to every photoshoot for the rest of your life because she was the best hypewoman you’d ever had.
You leaned forward against the counter, elbows pressed to the cool granite as you swiped through your phone. You smiled to yourself when you found Sebastian’s contact and hit call. Not even a second later and his smiling face appeared on the screen.
“Hi.” You beamed.
“Hey, baby.” He chuckled, eyes squinting a little as he took you in, “Are you wet? Are you drunk?”
You giggled a little, “Yes,” You paused, rubbing your fingers against your chin, “ And maybe.”
“Yeah, my mom sounded like it on the phone.” He shook his head, smile growing across his lips, “And I saw your instagram post, baby,” He groaned, head lolling back against the headboard, “You looked so fucking good. It’s not fair how gorgeous you are.”
“Are you sure?” You grimaced, crossing your arms over your chest in hopes to stop your shivering, “It’s not too much?”
“No baby, not at all.” And you could tell he meant it, even with the buzz in your head. “You look absolutely gorgeous, the wet dress stuck to your body–showing off your curves but not revealing too much. You look..” He waved his hands, “You look so happy and carefree. I wanted to jump into the picture and join you.”
“I love you.” Your bottom lip jutted out on a little pout, “You always know what to say and it’s never just ‘you look good’ you always give reasoning and point out what it looks good…” You pause, “Am I even making sense?” You shrug, “Your mom is a bad influence and forced me to drink two bottles of wine with her.”
He belted out a loud laugh, the sound warming you to your core, “First of all, baby, you’re shivering please take off the wet dress and either get in the shower or put your robe on. We can still talk, just do something, I hate seeing you like that when I can’t hold you or help.”
You smiled to yourself as you moved to flick the shower on and began unwrapping yourself from the dress after you propped your phone up on the counter.
“Second of all, thank you again for doing this. She needed this so bad.” He smiled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck, “She keeps sending me pictures and telling me all about how much she loves you and how much fun she is having. I appreciate you so much, sweetheart.”
“You don’t need to thank me, baby.” You smile brightly at him through the camera, ignoring the way he discreetly ogles you as you let the dress fall to the floor, leaving you completely bare and exposed. “You know I love spending time with her and that I love her as if she were my own.” You close the distance, picking up your phone before stepping into the shower. “I hope you know that, from here on out, she’ll be accompanying me to every photoshoot. She’s the best hypewoman ever.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” You let loose a little laugh as you set the phone up on a shelf, making sure it was out of the water before dipping under the stream to get your hair wet. “I’ll send you all the pictures. I got some of her too. You’re gonna love them.”
He hummed in agreement, the sound coming from deep in his chest and sending shivers down your spine, “Of course I will. My two favorite girls–the ones I love the most in this world. I can’t wait to see them, baby.”
You paused your shampooing to give him a pout, “I miss you so much.”
“I miss you more, gorgeous.” He shot you a sad smile, “I would give anything to be with you right now, in that shower.”
You spun around, pointing a finger at him, “Are you trying to get dirty with me, Sebastian Stan?”
The laugh he let out lit you up from inside out, “No.” He tossed his hands up in a defensive stance, “Of course not. Why would I want to get dirty with my sexy, wet girlfriend while she’s showering right in front of me?” He playfully rolled his eyes, “That’s just insane!”
You giggled, “Well,”
“Are you..?”
You shrugged a little, hands trailing teasingly over your breast.
“Fuck.”
Tonight you’d indulge with him and tomorrow you could talk.
Clearly Georgeta hadn’t told him about the hate and it’s definitely something that could be dealt with later.
You were on vacation and all else could wait.
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‘Twin Flame Bruise’ (part 1)
Summary: Austin sees reader, his ex, when he’s least expecting it and is shocked to see how much she’s changed.
Warnings: angst, language, mention of drug and alcohol use. I think that’s it?
Author’s note: I wasn’t planning on writing any fics but I listened to All Too Well (Ten Minute Version) on a road trip and couldn’t help myself.
Part 2: Here & Part 3: Here
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It was a chilly November night when Austin Butler stumbled into a dimly lit honky tonk on open mic night in Nashville, Tennessee. He had decided to drive down for the weekend from Cincinnati, where he was filming his new movie.
The first thing he noticed was the incredible voice coming from the stage. He wouldn’t know a Taylor Swift song if it hit him in the head but he knew a great melody and lyrics when he heard them.
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
The second thing he noticed was the woman on stage. So familiar, yet so foreign. Shock kept him rooted to the floor, unable to move, unable to breathe. Was it? It couldn’t be. But he would know that face anywhere. She wasn’t the woman he remembered - hair dark and short, where it used to be long and golden. Thinner now, thinner than he’d ever seen her. Dressed all in black, instead of the soft, neutral colors she had always favored.
And you call me up again just to break me like a promise
So casually cruel in the name of being honest
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all
Too well
The bitterness in her voice shook him to the core. Tears glinted in her eyes, he could see them, even from his spot in the back. At some point his heart started beating again, his breath came back. He slowly began to walk closer to the stage, slipping past the bodies crushed together near the stage.
'Cause there we are again when I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well
He had to get out of there. He couldn’t breathe in the small, hot bar. He felt light-headed, he needed air. He scrambled for the door, the cool air embracing him as he burst onto the sidewalk. He took deeps breaths as he leaned against the side of the building. He got a couple of odd looks from passers by but ignored them and focused on breathing - in through his nose, out through his mouth.
How was she here? The last time he had seen her was in LA, months ago. A night so filled with regret and pain he could barely think about it, even now.
Just then the bar door opened and a crush of people came spilling out. He straightened up, focusing his ice blue eyes on the door. Sure enough, in a minute or two she came walking out, laughing and talking loudly to her friends.
“Y/N,” he said tentatively. She froze, and slowly turned her head.
She stared at him, long and hard, her mouth set in a grim line. Nothing showed behind her eyes - not recognition, not warmth. Nothing.
She sauntered over to him.
“Austin.” she said. A statement. And then silence.
“How are you?” he said uncertainly.
“I’m fucking great, baby. How’s Mr. Movie Star?” she retorted sarcastically.
Austin sucked in a breath. She never cursed.
“Are you ok, Y/N?” he asked, confusion clouding his face.
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“God, this is so boring. Listen, have a nice life, Austin, and do me a favor? Fuck off.”
Austin reeled back as if he’d been slapped. He took a step back and steadied himself.
She had already turned and was walking away, catching up to her friends.
“Y/N!” he yelled. “What the hell?”
She stopped in her tracks, and whipped around.
“What, Austin? What do you want from me? Forgiveness? Fine, I forgive you. Absolution? You’re absolved.” She was breathing heavily, anger radiating from every part of her, coming off her in waves.
“What happened to you?” he asked quietly, unable to believe that the woman who stood in front of him was the same woman he thought he might spend his life with.
She barked out a harsh laugh, bitter and raw, her lip curling into a sneer.
“Oh, that’s rich. What happened to me? Goddammit Austin! YOU happened to me. You broke me. YOU DID THIS.” She shook her head, nothing but hatred in her eyes, her voice. “I hope you’re fucking happy.”
She turned on her heel and walked away without another glance.
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Austin was shaking. He felt as if he was floating above his body, the wind knocked out of him, his heart almost beating out of his chest. He knew the breakup was bad, the worst one he’d ever experienced, but he wasn’t expecting this. This angry, bitter, hateful, unrecognizable woman.
Someone brushed past him and he was brought back to the present. He snapped his head up and looked in the direction she had gone. He could just barely see her, walking with a tall lumberjack of a man, into a bar down the street.
His feet compelled him forward, without noticing he followed them. He glanced into the window of the dimly lit bar and could just make out her form. She was at the bar, knocking back shot after shot. The tall man was trying to talk to her, telling her to slow down it seemed. She didn’t listen, angrily gesturing at him.
Suddenly, she brushed past her friend and disappeared down a hallway. Austin’s heart sped up. What if she left out the back door? He stood on the sidewalk anxiously, shifting from foot to foot as he peered through the window.
Five long minutes went by while he waited, barely breathing. Maybe he should check the street out back? Just then she reappeared, stumbling through the crowd. Time slowed down, as if in slow motion, as she began to fall. Her friend caught her just before she hit the floor. In an instant, Austin was through the door and at her side, gently holding her up.
“Hey, hey….Y/N,” he said, gently patting her cheek, smoothing the hair back from her forehead.
She stirred a little and smiled, as if seeing him for the first time all night.
“Austin, I missed you,” she said drunkenly.
His heart skipped a beat.
“Hey man,” the lumberjack said. “She’s really messed up. She’s had a lot to drink and our friend told me she did some coke in the bathroom. She never touches the stuff but apparently she insisted on it tonight.”
Austin blinked back tears. What had he done?
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PT.3.5
Genre: Drama, Angst
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drinking
MASTERLIST
Pt.3.5
Never thought that one day, I’d be losing you
“I can’t fucking believe him.” Y/n hissed, throwing her bag on the floor. Denki trailed behind her, fingers tapping away on his phone, his attention elsewhere. “Denks.” Y/n huffed, turning to look at her boyfriend. The blonde flickered his eyes up at her, before returning them back to his screen. As casually as he could, he shrugged, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. “It’s not Kiri’s fault Bakugo thought they were anything serious.” He supplied, missing the look of disgust that took over Y/n’s face. “What else was Bakugo supposed to think, when Kirishima told him all that bullshit about building a future together?” She hissed, taking a seat in the chair near her desk. “I’m on Kiri’s side in this fight babe. He never explicitly stated that he and Bakubro were a couple, and unless it’s been stated, it can’t be taken as anything serious.” Denki replied, eyes still focused on his screen. After minutes of silence, the blonde looked up to see Y/n staring at him. She looked contemplative, but hesitant as she searched the entirety of the blonde's face. “So what about us?” At her question, Denki let out a deep huff, a boyish grin taking over his features. “Baby, we’re us! We don’t need things like labels to define what we are.” He declared, shrugging his shoulders. “Kaminari.” Y/n began, folding her hands together. “What have we been doing this whole time?” Denki chanced a look at her, smiling sadly, before looking back at his phone. “We’ve been having a good time babe. You know I always have a good time with you.” Y/n felt her chest ache as she took in the man’s words. “That’s actually what I’ve been wanting to talk about.” He began, stuffing his phone in his pocket. “Kyouka has agreed to join the band permanently, and she and I get along so well. She’s so funny! And she’s so good at music!” Denki began, gushing about the girl Y/n had met months prior. “She just…she gets me in a way that no one else has ya know?” Denki whispered, looking over at Y/n. Y/n had tears trailing down her cheeks, her hands gripping tightly to each other. “I uh…I actually asked her out the other day…so this thing we’ve been doing,” Denki states, pointing between the two of them. “It’s gotta be done babe.” He mumbles, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “We’ll always be friends, but I really, really don’t want to lose my shot with Kyouka.” Standing up, Denki moves in to peck Y/n’s cheek, but she unclenches her hand and holds it out to stop him. “Don’t. Just get the hell out.” She whispered, voice small. Denki only sighs, moving to leave. “You’ll always be one of my best friends Y/n.” Denki grins, giving her finger guns as he makes his way out of her home. When Y/n heard the front door shut, she finally let herself sob.
One week later found Y/n moving the last of her boxes into her new bedroom. As much as she wanted to wallow, Bakugo refused to allow her to in the confides of the home she lived in right across from Denki’s parents. He knew the blonde still visited them often, too lazy to do his own laundry or cook his own food. After the disaster that was his and Kiri’s “break-up” Katsuki packed his things and with the help of his parents, found a new place to live.
Standing in the living room of his new apartment, the blonde let out a long sigh. Y/n made her way out of her room and through the hallway, taking in everything she could about her new place. Touya was an excellent boss, the man having contacted his ultra rich father to take care of putting Y/n’s house on the market. He’d also given his two favorite employees two weeks off with pay. Katuski grumbled and griped, but Y/n appreciated the break. Making her way into the living room, she could see Katsuki looking outside the window. His parents had managed to secure the duo a condo in one of the best buildings in the city. The view outside was gorgeous with sunsets and vast city skyscrapers. Moving behind Katsuki, Y/n wrapped her arms around his chest and buried her face into his back. “Thank you Suki.” The blonde only grunted, giving her arms a squeeze.
The sound of their apartment door clicking, forced both occupants to watch as the door swung open. Shinsou stood at the entrance, arms loaded with brown bags full of liquor. Behind him, one of the piercer’s at the shop was carrying grocery bags laden with a variety of drinks. “We’re getting drunk bitches, so buckle up!” Rumi shouted, waving her bags around. Behind her, Tomura let out a scoff, his hands full of take-out. “If you keep swinging that shit around, you’re gonna hit someone and if you hit me I’ll fucking knife you.” Rumi only scoffed, rolling her eyes. Katsuki let out an irritated huff, but Y/n simply gave him a squeeze as she let him go. Trailing the group of friends was Touya, his brother Natsuo, his sister Fuyumi, and her boyfriend Tai. He was a pastry chef, and Y/n was happy to see the man had his arms laden with treats. “You’re all a bunch of fucking idiots.” Katsuki griped, slapping Rumi’s hand away from a take-out container. Touya simply gave him the finger before going over to give Y/n a big bear hug. “You want me to kick his ass, just say the word.” The man whispered, causing Y/n to laugh. Natsuo and Fuyumi wrapped around the two of them, each whispering the same sentiment.
Hours later, the group of friends were riding a good buzz, playing games and watching YouTube. Y/n had just finished her round of karaoke and Fuyumi had a contemplative look on her face. “If you and Katsuki are looking for a new band, our little brother is in one.” Katsuki let out a scoff, rolling his eyes. “Halfie isn’t in an actual band snowflake, he’s been trying to start one.” He muttered, taking a sip of his beer. “My childhood best friend is the front man, Deku.” “He’s pretty determined to start a band.” Natsuo mumbled, taking a bite of Tomura’s noodles. “Like we’d join some second rate band.” The blonde scoffed, as Y/n gave him a kick with her foot. “Don’t be rude Suki, they might actually be really good.” The blonde only rolled his eyes again, narrowly missing the pillow she threw at his face. Y/n looked over at Fuyumi and smiled. “Give us a little bit of time, and when we’re ready, we’ll see if it’s a good fit.” The other woman nodded, giving her a thumbs up before grabbing a free control. “Get ready to eat shit Nat.” she declared, causing her brother to scoff. Y/n looked over at Katsuki, and the blonde shot her the finger and wink. Y/n gave him the double finger salute and smiled. In time, she knew the two of them would be okay.
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heh nah i meant asks :))
but in ur jiraiya fic it mentions their pregnancy loss andif its ok i kinda was curious on how he reacted/comforting his gf during bc i love the way u write him. and its ok if u dont want to i dont want it to seem like a request :) <3
hmmm, that's a good question. how would jiraiya be in an awful time such as that?
warnings: discussion of pregnancy loss, this is also from an au set of headcanons i did for jiraiya, which you can read here
for starters, his own heart would be absolutely broken. he could never really picture himself as a father, but when you told him about the pregnancy he found himself excited at the idea. he'd have a little mini him, or a mini you, to pass all of his knowledge to. each passing night he found himself daydreaming of all the possibilities before bed, and he took good care of you and your body right from the very beginning. no heavy lifting, minimal stress, he even held off on sex! he was very serious about the entire thing.
so when that dreadful miscarriage happened, he wasn't sure of the purpose of his life, and he did a lot of soul searching. there was also a lot of silence between you, where you were blaming yourself for what happened, and where he was asking himself existential questions often. you two didn't break up immediately following the miscarriage, rather it took about nine months (the irony) for you to finally part ways with each other once again. it felt like the final time to you, and it only sent you further into a depressive episode. to be apart was tough, but neither of you were in the right headspace to stay together.
jiraiya did what his headspace allowed him to do before that, though. he held his own tears back when you were near, and comforted you every time you broke down. you don't know how many times he told you it wasn't your fault, that he didn't blame you or resent you in the slightest. he was careful with everything he did; his words, his actions, even his tone. no matter what, he did not want you perceiving him as bitter or angry with you.
it just wasn't meant to be, he concluded silently. be it due to your on-again, off-again relationship, his line of work as a smut writer, or perhaps just the timing itself, jiraiya accepted the loss of his baby. his heart mourned daily, and seeing you so sad and anguished by the situation didn't help.
still, he stood by your side until you asked for time apart. he didn't protest or ask why, and selfishly, part of you was angry at his lack of a fight for you. that was, until he cupped your face and gave you the sweetest, most tender forehead kiss he'd ever given you. it wasn't until that moment that his behavior in the past months clicked for you; he wasn't angry. he was deeply, tragically wounded by the loss of the baby. but his love for you was never in doubt, always intact and he'd never lose that, no matter what happened.
he told you he was always a dial away, and sure enough he was exactly one ring away when you needed him the most on the empty nights. he'd talk on the phone with you for hours, watching the sun rise through his curtains and not have a care in the world that he'd stayed up the entire night. you needed him, and he was there. as promised. jiraiya was always there waiting, arms wide open every time.
he journeyed around the country during the split, learning from various priests and monks and anyone else who would ponder the meaning of life with him. he wrote letters to you when he was out of cellular range, and made a trip home once a month to have tea with you and talk about his learnings. you found yourself smiling when he would leave again, and on one particular visit, you'd tugged on his jacket before he walked out of your front door.
and it was as if he learned how to read minds, as he'd wrapped you up the moment he turned and kissed you with passion you'd never quite felt before from him. sincerely, he loved you. always, and forever. baby or no baby, on or off.
#ellie.talks#asks#anon#this is not likely what you anticipated#but it's where my mind went#jiraiya#jiraiya x reader#jiraiya x you
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