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eelistolvanen · 3 years

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Bruises that you left behind - Travis Konecny Pt.4

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter and it’s probably more of a filler. After this the next chapter (Pt. 5) is probably going to be the last one(Hopefully longer than this one). Thanks to everyone who liked, reblogged or commented! Let me know if you like it! Happy reading <3

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: Angst, more heartbreak, mentions of a panic attack, no proofread (as usual)

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Nobody else on the team knew anything more about your suspicion. They were just as clueless as you were about what exactly happened.

Christmas was coming around and you were busy with work most days. You were still hanging out with some of the boys and the girls on the team, just not as frequent. And even though the situation with Travis still wasn’t really resolved you were trying to avoid him. Not that he was looking for you or reach out for you, but you made sure that there wasn’t a chance of an unexpected run in like there had been at Halloween.

You mostly hung out with Kevin. Nolan was hanging out with Kelsey most days and as much as you loved both of them, you tried to stay away from third wheeling a couple for now. And Kev was fun to hang out. He never pressed the Travis issue and was always able to get your head away from work.

And it was just before Christmas when Maddie broke the happy news to you. Provy proposed to her and you needed to be one of the first to know. At least that’s what she was telling you when she stormed your apartment that day. You were happy for her, they were a great couple but you couldn’t help the heavy heart you got when she mentioned what her dream wedding looked like. You smiled through her showing you her wedding pinterest and telling you about the place she wanted to get married at. That the wedding would be perfect.

You felt a sab in your heart. Your wedding was perfect, everything had been picture perfect. Besides that one thing. That ruined everything.

He slowly shook his head. “He’s not coming, Y/N.”

At first you couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t really understand, you didn’t want to understand because understanding would also mean that you in a way accepted it. And you didn’t.

“No, Nolan. This can’t be right. Maybe… maybe you misunderstood him. I.. I-“ There wasn’t anything he could say that would make this hurt less and he needed to tell you the truth. He couldn’t sugarcoat this. No matter how many times Nolan had protected you before, tried to keep you out of harms, this time he wouldn’t be able to do so anymore. He couldn’t protect you from harm. From heartbreak.

“He called the wedding off, Y/N. I’m so sorry-“ You couldn’t listen to him and you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to hear him apologize for something he didn’t do.

“I have to talk to him, Nolan. Where is he?” Nolan stayed silent and you could already guess his answer but you weren’t just heartbroken anymore. You were angry.

“WHERE IS HE?” You barely raised your voice and Nolan visibly flinched at your change in tone.

“He already left.” You were in denial and angry so you were only half registering what Nolan said. And as much as Nolan tried to convince you that he’d already left and that it was stupid to run all the way to the room where he was supposed to get dress for his own wedding, you weren’t listening.

You swung the door to his room open, by now halfway believing Nolan that he had left and expecting an empty room, but you were met with Travis’ silhouette. At least you mistook it for his silhouette for a second. His brother had enough similarity to Travis to fool you at first glance.

Then Chase turned around and the expression on his face would have broken you if your heart hadn’t already been shattered minutes prior.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. He’s gone.” He looked at you the same way Nolan had. Full of pity, sorrowful, hurt.

You only spotted the letter he had in his hand once he stepped closer to you.

“He asked me to give you this.” He handed you the letter but before he could blink you had thrown it across the room. “Why didn’t you stop him Chase!” You were hammering your fists onto his chest. You knew it wasn’t his fault but your anger had taken over, he slowly caught your wrists while your punches lost force. “I tried Y/N, believe me I tried.”

You didn’t wanna hear it, you ripped your wrists from his grasp and made your way out the door. Nolan’s “Where are you doing?” were left unanswered.

On your way out you ran into Maddie. And apparently everyone already knew that the wedding was called off. You brushed off her inquiries about your well being and quickly appointed her to your personal chauffeur. You could sense that she wanted to fight this but by now you had turned into full on bridezilla and she knew better than to get in your way.

She had barely stopped the car in front of yours and Travis’ shared house before you jumped out and made your way up the stairs. And for the next couple minutes you ran around your house like a mad person, still in your gown and everything while trying to process what had happened.

When you came to a standstill Maddie was already standing in the doorway.

“Y/N…” Her tone was cautious but laced with pain. She hated to see you this broken and she hated Travis for doing this to you.

“He’s gone..” You said it more to yourself than to her but it was still loud enough for her to hear it.

“What..-“ Maddie barely got a word out. She knew Travis left the wedding but this felt different. It felt worse.

“His suitcase for our honeymoon is gone.” You gestured towards an area in the entryway. “His favourite snapbacks…” You moved towards an empty shelf. “His fishing rods… All the dog leashes… His grandmother’s picture on the nightstand… Everything that’s important to him… It’s all gone..”

This was it. This was your breaking point, for the first time that day you started to cry. “He’s gone, Maddie.” You sobbed under tears while she rushed to you to you. You felt yourself starting to hyperventilate, you were panicking.

“Ahrgh,.. get me… out.. get me out of this.” You were trying to rip your dress from your body but the lacing on the back kept it in place.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N. Breath Y/N, breath. I’m getting you out of this.”

It felt like forever till she had finally cut all the lacing open and shed you from your wedding dress. Your entire body was shaking as you fell onto your knees and completely broke down.

“It’s over, Maddie. It’s over.”

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You had holed yourself up in your house for the next days. You didn’t want to see anyone right now. You knew they meant well, you just couldn’t take it. The only people you let in were Nolan for his daily check ups, Maddie and your sister. The day before Maddie had told you that she needed to get back home and that she would see you in Philly soon. You knew that you wouldn’t but she didn’t had to know that now. You weren’t in the mood to explain that your life in Philly was over. So you just nodded in agreement and said your goodbyes to her. This morning your sister had dropped to tell you that she had to fly back home. But not before telling you that you should consider coming home for a while as well. Your parents home or your sisters were always open for you. You tried to fight her, tell her that as long as you stayed here you weren’t giving up, that there was still a chance but deep down you had already contemplated the move back home before she had brought it up.

Now Nolan was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, nervously bouncing his legs. It was driving you nuts. You knew there was something he wasn’t telling you and you also knew that he was aware that you sensed this.

“Spit it out Nolan. What is it?” Your tone was irritated.

He took a deep breath before making eye contact with you.

“Chase got a hold of Travis.” His eyes were searching yours for a reaction before he continued

“He’s in Fiji. And he told Chase to move all his remaining stuff out of your house if you want to stay here. He won’t be back here for a while.”

You knew this was coming, deep down you knew he wouldn’t come back to you. But it still hurt more than you thought it would. It was over.

“Fiji? Please tell me he’s-“ Your voice broke before you could finish the sentence but Nolan knew what you were gonna ask anyway. His slight nod let you know what you wanted to know soon enough.

“Please tell me he’s by himself. That he didn’t take some mistress to our Honeymoon resort..”

Nolan’s eyes went wide. “I don’t know if he’s alone or not… You don’t.. you don’t think he’s cheating on you? Y/N?” He was almost to shocked to form a coherent sentence.

“I don’t know, Nolan…” You felt tired. And numb. Suddenly you felt like Nolan’s presence was crushing you.

“Thanks for stopping by Nolan.” Your tone made it clear that he wasn’t welcomed anymore. It was cold and unfair what you did to Nolan but you wanted to be alone.

It took you a while to realise that he left something on your kitchen island after he left. It dawned on you what it was after you picked it up. The letter you threw across the room that Chase gave you. It had your name on top of it in Travis’ scrawny handwriting.

You turned towards one of the kitchen drawers and started searching through them until you found what you were looking for.

For a moment the thought of burning the entire house down crossed you mind. No, you could probably go to jail for that. The letter, however, went up in flames seconds later.

That afternoon you cleared everything that fit in your car out of your house. You had made your choice. The life you once had was gone. Travis wasn’t coming back to you. So instead of trying to hang onto a life that was only inflicting you pain you decided to leave it behind. All of it. Travis, the dogs, the house, Nolan, all your friends in Philly. An entire life, really.

By the time Nolan came around the next day for this next check up you were already miles away from your old life. You said goodbye to the last pieces of that life a few weeks later. By now you were able to transfer to a local school near your hometown. You emptied everything that belonged to you out of your and Travis’ shared Philly place.

Quietly, like a ghost, you vanished from your past life until there were no traces of you left anymore.

You tried to share Maddie’s excitement as much as you could. She knew herself that this wasn’t easy for you and was a little more lenient than usual. You also got invited to the Flyers Christmas party but had to decline because you already had something school related that evening. In a way you were relieved that you had an excuse but you were also a bit sad since you loved hanging out with the team.

It was already mid January when you saw Travis again. Strictly by coincidence. It had nothing to do with the team or Nolan or Kevin. You were out shopping but since you were looking for something different than usual, something for your students actually, you found yourself on the other side of town. Not in your wildest dreams did you think you would run into Travis in a parking lot. You probably wouldn’t have even noticed him if he hadn’t called out to you.

“Oh, hey Travis” You were sure he realised how shocked you were to see him, and he kinda looked at you the same way. Like two aliens from the same planet meeting each other on another planet or something. At least that’s how it looked to you.

“How are you Y/N?” His voice was soft, contrary to his appearance.

Was he seriously trying to make small talk with you in parking lot?

“Good. Busy with school and stuff.” You weren’t quite sure what to say, were you just gonna talk like some people who barely knew each other? Or was there more behind his question?

“Ah, yeah, Haysey told be that you’re teaching in Philly again.” You raised your eyebrows, he talked with Kev about you? He seemed to notice your questioning look on your face.

“I ask him about it. I just wanted to know how you’re doing.” Your heart sunk towards your feet at his words. You wished he didn’t care so much, it would be easier if he wasn’t trying so hard to fix this.

“Yeahh… It’s good.” You turned back towards your car, enough small talk.

“Don’t just run away again, Y/N. I’m trying, I am.”

You felt your emotions flare up again. Why couldn’t he just let it be?

“Your not trying hard enough.”

He was stroking through his hair in despair.

“What do you want me to do then?” You stared at him. How many times did you have to tell him again? Why couldn’t he answer the one question you wanted to know.

“I want you to tell me the real reason! What was in that letter Travis?”

“ I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.” You scoffed, of course he would deflect again. He always did. “Oh really? What did you think would happen when you left me at the altar then? That I would be happy? Why Travis, why? I just don’t understand your reason.”

“Why is it so important to you? Why do I have to explain my reasons to you? I fucked up, ok? I made the biggest mistake of my life. I ruined my life. And I’m so sorry, Y/N. If I could turn back time I would do it all differently. In a perfect life I would have married you and we would have kids by now. But I fucked that up. It was all my fault and I’m so so sorry. Isn’t that enough?”

You stared at him for a while. You knew he would wait til you spoke up. You slowly shook your head.

“No, it’s not. I wanna know the real reason. I know there is one.” You tried your hardest to keep your voice steady.

“Why do you wanna know so bad?!” His voice was rising and so was yours as you shouted,

“Because I need to know it to move on!” Travis was visibly taken aback. He looked like someone slapped him in the face. He was left speechless so you continued.

“Since the wedding I’ve been running away from it all. From all the memories, from the pain, from my life, my friends. I thought that running away would ease the pain. I thought I could move on. But deep down all the pain was still there, bottled up deep down. And I realise now that I have to face it and work through it to move on. But I need to make peace with the reason why you left me, I…-”

You didn’t get any further before Travis finally found his voice.

“Move on? You’re… you’re moving on? I thought we could work this out.”

You looked at the sky and let out something between a laugh and a groan.

“There’s nothing to work on, Travis. There is no us, not anymore.”

“But you still love me!” He sounded angry now, his tone throwing you off guard.

“No, I don’t. Not anymore.” That was a lie, but you couldn’t give him any hope. Not when you’d already lost yours.

“That’s a lie, Y/N. I know you and I know when you’re lying.”

“You used to know me, Travis. Not anymore. Things have changed. The pain you put me through changed me.”

Even a complete stranger could detect the absolute agony in your voice when you said that. And Travis knew that you meant it, you wanted to move on.

Defeated he turned away from you, he didn’t want to tell you the reason. Especially not when knowing that it meant that you would move on once he told you. But he had to, he owed that to you. Even if it was the last thing he would ever get to say to you, he owed that to you.

“It’s not any of the reason that you think. There was never anyone else. And I knew that I would never find anyone better than you. But I promised you, I promised I wouldn’t do this to you.”

It took you a moment to understand what he was talking about. What promise he meant. And when you did, suddenly everything seemed to fall apart inside you. A silent sob escaped your lips. A disbelieving, shocked “No..” was all you came up with. This couldn’t be true. He’d turned around now and when you looked at him you could see that silent tears were running down his face. You didn’t remember ever seeing him in so much despair.

“ I promised you, Y/N…”

Part 5

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ickymichi · 3 years

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stay with me.

[itadori yuuji x reader]

<3 summary: your annual saturday night sleepover with yuuji was as normal and joyful as always. except at an odd hour there was a certain thought that wouldn’t stop swirling around his mind.

<3 warnings: fluff fluff fluff!! ,angst(only a small bit i promise), yuuji being sad:((

<3 a/n: hii!! this is my first ever actual fic so don’t judge it too harshly i’m not that happy with it but anyways. hope you enjoy it and please like or reblog! <3

8:26pm

an enthusiastic knock echoed through yuuji’s room shaking him out of his manga that he was currently buried in. “(y/n)!! i missed you so much!” he exclaimed as he threw open the door wrapping his arms around your frame. “i saw you yesterday yu’” you giggled as he he set you down and took your sleepover bag from you for you to step into his oh so familiar room.

“i was thinking we could finish watching {insert show}, we only have a few episodes left. then, hold on, hold on look what i got us”. you try look over his shoulder to see what he was getting from a plastic bag. “no peeking!!” “sorry yuuji sorry i couldn’t help it”. you try to guess what it could be, hopefully nothing to expensive that he had to break his bank on.

“ta-da!! i got us face masks, headbands and nail polish!” he makes a show of turning around and displaying the said items. you could feel your heart swell at the action and how thoughtful he is. “yuuji this is so sweet, i can’t wait to do it all!” you say looking at what face masks he got for the night ahead. you really couldn’t wait!

9:17pm

you’ve both changed into your pyjamas, well you couldn’t really say that for yuuji, he was just in his plaid pj bottoms and as always, even in the height of winter, no t-shirt. you tried to get him to wear one in case he got a cold but he claimed that you love the ‘eye candy’.

after an hour, you finished the final episodes of the show you both were invested in, followed by a few tears over the death of a certain character. but this meant you could finally have your little self care night!. “which one do you want bub?” you asked yuuji as he stood behind you looking at the selection in front of both of you. placing his head on your shoulder and letting out a long “hmmmmm”, indicating he was having a hard time picking. “how about this one” you point to one that supposedly removes dead skin and leaves your skin feeling new and regenerated. “it matches your hair” “woah your right it does! i’ll use this one” he said excitedly lifting his head and examining the package. you go for a hydrating and ‘anti aging’ one instead. you spot the headbands he picked out aswell and wonder which one to pick. you pick them both up to see what they actually look like. one is pink,fluffy and had a bow on it. the other was white, also fluffy but on top it had bunny ears. you knew straight away which one you were giving yuuji. when you turn around to give him his headband your faced with disaster. he’s spreading the pink face mask unevenly all over random parts of his face and most of it is on the sink or his fingers. “oh no yu’ let me help” you laugh at his situation as he looks over at you and softly smiles, laughing with you as you make your way to help him apply it. “but first you need your headband silly” “oh yeah i forgot whoopsies” you help him wash off the messed up layer then put the headband on before he can see which it is. “of course you give me the bunny one” he sends you a glare through the mirror as he sees what he looks like. “what do you mean it suits you so much, my big cute bunny boy” you laugh and wrap your arms around his strong frame. “ yeah yeah i’m sure it does” you can tell without even looking up at him he’s pretending to be annoyed. “cmon let’s put yours on so we can match” he tells you while lifting you onto the counter so he can stand between your legs.

10:45. the rest of the night flew by with the amount of fun you were having. yuuji let you paint his nails while he did, a somewhat good job of yours. you had a mini photo shoot while waiting for the masks to dry, one of which is now yuujis lock screen. but now, your pooped tucked up under the covers, head on yuujis chest, one of his arms wrapped around you while you watch him scroll through tiktok on his phone. eventually the harsh light of the screen tires your eyes and you fall asleep without realising or getting to say goodnight to yuuji.

3:34am. a hushed noise and a sudden movement shook you awake from the deep slumber you were once in. still half asleep you try and feel around for yuuji but felt nothing. “mmh..yuuji.. are you there?” you couldn’t really see as your eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, but through his thin curtains the light from the moon shone into his room allowing you to see his broad frame sitting up and his shoulders shaking every few seconds.

the room was filled with silence until you heard a broken sob come from his chest. the noise sent a shiver down your spine and you quickly rose up to sit beside him, rubbing his shoulders and arms trying to comfort him. “ y-yuuji what’s wrong is everything okay? do you want to talk about it?” you didn’t get an answer straight away all you got was more sobs from him and his head still buried in his palms. you reach out to touch his cheeks and lift his head from his hands, now it’s your turn for tears to fill your eyes. now adjusted to the darkness and thanks to the moonlight you could see his eyes red and puffy from crying for god knows how long. “what happened my love, tell me please” you rub your thumb along his cheekbone and tears slowly roll down your own. he takes your hands from his face and falls into your chest, letting out a heart breaking cry into your t-shirt. “i-i.. i don’t want to l-lose you (y/n)” thousands of thoughts start flowing through your head as to why he would think that. just before you could respond he spoke again. “we both know i’m not going to be here forever, once i find all of sukuna’s fingers that’s it, i’ll be gone. a-and i don’t want to leave you”. of course you both knew that was going to eventually happen but- “ oh no, why focus on the future yuuji?, we’re here in the present, having so much fun everyday we can. and so what if you find them all tomorrow or years later, i’ll still be around and then, i can find you again, maybe in another life but for now, you just stay with me, here in the present and don’t worry about anything else okay?” by the time you finish he’s looking at you, fat tears still spilling from his eyes. his mouth moving like it’s trying to form a sentence but he doesn’t know what to say. all he knows what to say is: “i..i love you (y/n). so much it hurts, but not in a bad way in the best way i can mean it. i need you, god i need you so badly, nothing means more to me in this world than you. you help me get up in the morning and go to sleep at night, i couldn’t do anything without you. so can you just, stay with me for a little longer? please?” he finds himself back in his previous position with his head in your chest and your fingers stroking his hair. “i wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon silly, your stuck with me for a while” you tell him as you guide him to lay back down to where he was when you fell asleep. “i wouldn’t want it any other way pretty girl” he mumbles into your hair wrapping both arms around you, pulling you closer to him so you can smell the comforting smell of him that you love. “i love you yuuji,never forget that ‘kay?” you whisper while tracing hearts on his torso. “‘kay, i promise, pinky promise.” you look to see him holding up his pinky with a warm smile on his face. you laugh softly as you link pinkies, sealing the promises he made forever.

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haikyuuhoo · 3 years

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comethru

Pairing: Bokuto x F!Reader

Summary: In which you’ve been going through a rough time, and Bokuto comes through when you need him.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Very sappy self-indulgent writing, angst, one (1) Shrek reference (I’m so sorry), Bokuto might be ooc (hopefully not in a bad way)? Idk if I’m great at writing him bc it’s very soft and ik that’s not usually his personality, I just like the idea of soft Bo...

A/N: Oops another songfic (welcome to my blog, it’s going to be a common theme). This one is based on the song comethru by Jeremy Zucker. I didn’t plan for this to be a songfic, but it just fit really well with what I wanted to write, and also I love this song and it makes me cry. I bolded the lyrics I included :) I hope that this might make at least one person feel a little better if you’re having a rough time, I want you to know that you’ve got this <3

“Hey, Bo,” you said, giving him a weak smile as you answered the door.

He looked different than he normally did, but so did you. His broad shoulders drooped sleepily and his hair fell in front of his eyes instead of being gelled up like usual, but what else could you expect at 2 am? He still had his signature grin on his face, and his presence enveloped you in a relaxed atmosphere.

“Hey,” he hummed, and you could hear that his voice was thick with sleep. It made you feel a bit guilty—you had woken him up, something you feared might happen when you had debated whether to text him or deal with this on your own. The grin quickly fell from his face as he took you in. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, your shoulders were slumped and the dark circles beneath your eyes gave away the fact that you’d barely slept in days. “What’s wrong?”

You stared at him for a few moments, chest aching as you tried to find the words to say. “Everything,” you finally whispered, and as soon as the word left your lips, he was pulling you into a hug before the first sob could escape you. Tears began to roll down your cheeks, wetting his shirt as you clung to him.

“Let’s walk,” he suggested quietly, knowing that was one of the things you liked to do to clear your head. You nodded, and when you began to pull away, he gently grasped your wrist. You looked up at him, cheeks wet with tears, and he reached up to wipe them away. He held out a sweatshirt to you that you hadn’t even noticed him holding, and your heart jumped when you took it. It was his favorite sweatshirt, one he’d only let you wear once out of fear you’d never return it to him, and he’d only relented after what felt like an hour of begging and promising him that you would give it back, as much as you didn’t want to.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you pulled it on, and he smiled down at you before taking your hand in his. You let the door close behind the two of you and you began to walk through your neighborhood. You kept your head down, watching your feet, while Bokuto kept his up, looking at the stars. His thumb rubbed over your knuckles, his other hand stuffed into his pocket. After you’d walked a few blocks or so he looked down at you and pursed his lips when he noticed your gaze was fixed on your shoes. He gave you a gentle nudge with his elbow.

“Hey,” he whispered, “the stars are really pretty tonight, don’t you think?” Your gaze lifted to the sky only for a moment before you nodded, looking back down at the cracks in the pavement. He frowned. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m here. I’ll always be here when you need me.”

Before you knew it, you were crying again, causing Bokuto’s eyes to widen in panic. He stopped walking, pulling you to him and hugging you tight to his chest.

“You’re shaking,” he said quietly, causing you to sniffle.

“I’m s-sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You hiccupped and wrapped your arms around him. “These last few weeks have been exhausting.”

Frowning, he leaned his cheek against the top of your head. “I know,” he whispered, rubbing slow circles on your back. He knew you were going through a lot, and he was glad he could be here for you when you needed him. It made his heart soar to know he was the one you wanted with you, but it also hurt to see you feeling so broken. “But everything is going to be okay. It’s alright to not be fine on your own. I’ll always come when you need me.”

You two stayed like that for a while, you pressed against his chest, his cheek nuzzled into your hair and his promise hanging in the air like his breath that he watched fog up in front of him under the soft glow of a street lamp that buzzed over your heads. You looked up at him when you began to shiver from the cold, and he was sure it was the moonlight that was making your wet cheeks sparkle. “C-Can we go back now?” you asked meekly.

He nodded, unwrapping his arms from you and then taking your hand again. “You’re cold,” he observed, and you made a quiet noise of agreement. He pulled you closer, taking your clasped hands and putting them in the pocket of his sweats as the two of you retreated to your house. Blushing, you tucked your other hand away in the pocket of his hoodie that was far too big on you and walked beside him in a comfortable silence. When you finally reached your door you squeezed his hand, looking up at him pleadingly. “Stay with me,” you whispered, “please.”

Your heart fluttered at the gentle smile he gave you. “’M not going anywhere.” He squeezed your hand in return and let you lead him inside. The two of you removed your shoes, and then he was lifting you up before you could realize it was happening. He let you rest your head on his shoulder and wrap your arms and legs around his broad frame as he carried to your room. He kicked the door shut behind him and then set you on your bed before squatting down and taking your hands in his. “Did you drink enough water today? Do you need to take a shower?” he asked, golden eyes boring into yours in a way that made you feel both incredibly safe and vulnerable at the same time. Maybe it was okay to be both, as long as it was with him. “Tell me what you need to make you feel better.”

You blushed again, and this time there was no hiding the pink in your cheeks, no cold night air to blame it on. “Just need you, Bo,” you whispered. “Jus’ wanna cuddle. Wanna sleep.”

He nodded and gave you a sleepy smile. You didn’t need to ask him twice. He moved slowly and removed the hoodie he was wearing before laying down with you. He ran warm, and he knew you liked to be able to warm your hands up against his skin when the two of you cuddled. You immediately snuggled up to him, fingers sneaking beneath his shirt to allow your palms to press against his back, and he draped an arm across you which provided a comforting weight and helped you relax. “Everything will be okay,” he repeated as he started slowly carding his fingers through your hair. “I’ll always come through when you need me.”

You let out a hum, and he could tell by the tone that it was a happy one. It made him smile.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he promised. “And in the morning, I’m makin’ waffles.”

You giggled, causing him to grin. Leave it to him to find somewhere to slip in a joke even in a situation like this.

“There she is,” he cooed, and you nuzzled your face into his chest shyly.

You slowly began to relax in his arms, feeling the tension in your body slowly fade away to make way for a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time.

He watched you, only allowing himself to close his eyes once he heard the change in your breathing that signaled you were finally slipping into the best sleep you’d had in weeks. Something about it relaxed him too, and he held you even closer as he fell asleep. Yeah, he would always come through when you needed him.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto x reader fluff #fluff #angst #my writing

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Apple Of My Pie (5) — Jin

A Small Town Swoons story Chapter 5.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Buttercup)

Wordcount: 3.8k

Genre: non-idol!AU, Baker/Café owner!Seokjin, University student!reader Flatmates!AU, Friends To Lovers; angst, very little fluff

Rating: suggested 18+

Trigger Warnings: swearing, slight anxiety, verbal fight, generic allusions to sex.

A/N: Hello my cupcakes! Welcome to the Small Town Swoon Universe! 🥰✨

In this episode: As Jin and Grace grow more intimate, Buttercup realises she needs a way out of her situation, and Namjoon and Jeongguk offer her just that. However, as the events develop, she understands that her decision needs to be even more drastic. Jeongguk teaches Seokjin a very tough lesson — maybe the toughest of them all.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing. Allusions to sex; accidental overhearing. Seokjin is kind of a jerk, Jeongguk is very angry at him. Verbal fight. Buttercup feels slightly anxious/panics at the thought of going back to the apartment.

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There were things you never thought you would have to do, things that made you realise the absurdity of your position, the complete stupidity of the circumstances.

Real people don’t need to handle this. Real people live banal lives, date, fall in love, break up. Or get married, have kids, grow up and grow old together.

Real people aren’t awake at four am because their crush’s date is mewling from the opposite side of the apartment.

You didn’t want to ask yourself questions.

You wanted to sleep and possibly wake up cold. That is, dead.

She mewled. Of course, not actually cat sounds but rather that kind of small, shy squeals that usually mean “I’m shy but I love whatever this person is doing”.

You didn’t allow yourself to dig into that.

You just turned to the other side and pressed the spare pillow against your head, trying to mute the sounds — and maybe mute your thoughts in the process.

Maybe accidentally suffocate yourself.

It was ridiculous.

This had happened about a month ago, with reversed roles — you being the squealer and Seokjin being the unfortunate listener.

You wondered whether he had felt just like you were feeling at that moment.

You thought about wearing your headphones and blasting some music. You thought about rushing out of the apartment and smashing the door on your way out.

You knew you had no one to call, no one who could rescue you at four am on a winter night, sheltering you from the shards of your heart precipitating and stabbing your guts.

Maybe you were allucinating. Maybe it was the sound of your pulse getting too loud because you didn’t trust yourself breathing without emitting a sob.

No, it was the headboard. There was no other way to explain the thumping.

You turned and grabbed your phone, sending a hopeless shout in the void. Just a text to the one most likely to answer, even though the chances were pretty thin.

Are you awake? Perhaps?

The thumping subdued.

Your vision blurred as you stared and stared, occasionally tapping the screen and praying for a miracle.

You thought you had fallen asleep, trapped in a nightmare, when a small bubble appeared.

On the hunt. We’re just back from Mulbreigh field. I guess you’re home?”

You shook yourself up and got moving, not even caring to keep quiet. The thumping had resumed, and so had the mewling.

At Ginger’s in five.

Gotcha.

You did exit the apartment in a few minutes, grabbing just the bare necessities, and closing the door quietly.

By now you were familiar with nightly runaways.

And you were also familiar with the trio headed toward you.

“Buttercup, is that you?” A calm, familiar voice asked.

“Joon?”

“Yeah, it’s us. We have just one field left.” He said. “We’re hoping to get the last one in time for the meteor shower.”

You raised your eyebrows. “There’s a meteor shower tonight?”

The other man at Namjoon’s side was a vet from a city nearby, who occasionally helped him track new wild animals that inhabited the area. “Yes. At around five am. It will be barely visible, but it will be there. Nice to see you, Buttercup.”

“Hello Marcus, always a pleasure.” You said kindly, still shaking your head at the nickname. Shortly after, you noticed the third man greeting you. “Hi Buttercup!”

“Hello Guk!” You said. “How many did you find?”

“We found three owls and got them chipped and registered. And we found a new fox, just out of Mulbreigh. We’re going to track him or her soon, hopefully. No wolves, fortunately.”

You smiled. “That’s good news!” You said enthusiastically, thinking about how the farmer would have menaced those. The four of you walked toward the last location, taking a long path stretching north.

“We’re hoping to find deers, honestly. Remember when we found that doe, last year? Apparently she found a way to remove her tracker and we’re hoping we can keep her monitored, just in case she has more fawns this year.” Marcus explained, at which you nodded in interest.

Staying focused allowed you to remove some thoughts from your mind, but at the same time you kept yourself out of their way, letting the experts work, following them from a distance as they combed the field and placed pheromones signals around the area, hoping to attract the doe to the trees near the field, where it was easier to find her traces and where it was potentially easier to catch her.

“There’s no point going on here,” commented Marcus. “We can only wait. It might take weeks.”

Namjoon huffed and nodded. “Oh, there!” He said, pointing up. A white sign resembling a scratch slashed the horizon in the west, Jeongguk whipping his head in the direction, his pretty eyes widening in wonder as he saw one more shooting star zoom through the sky lighting up at dawn in such delicate shades, from rose to periwinkle to deep royal blue.

For a moment you stared at the sky, feeling its immensity, peace and beauty heal you slowly and steadily. How could such tiny human matters affect its infinity? You let your eyes drown in the greatness of everything, with the snowcaps rimmed in gold in the distance, and the meteors becoming invisible as the sky finally became too bright.

“Guk, Buttercup, why don’t you head home while me and Marcus drive back at the cabin and finish up the paperwork?” Namjoon suggested, by now extremely used to his routine.

Jeongguk looked intermittently at you and Namjoon, adorably confused before he nodded.

“Okay.” He agreed.

You smiled timidly before thanking him, the two of you starting your walk back to town. It was a thirty minute trek, at worst, but you were both fast walkers and in twenty-five you reached his small house. Bibby, his large, scary dog — who of course is a sweetheart, just like his owner — welcomed both of you, the oversized puppy throwing himself at you and barking just once before Jeongguk shushed him.

“How come you joined us?” Jeongguk asked, uncapping his orange juice bottle and pouring a glass, offering you some while you shook your head and declined politely.

You crossed your arms, your stance becoming defensive. You fidgeted and tried to speak, starting a couple times before stopping and starting again, trying to build an actual sentence.

Jeongguk looked at you and waited patiently. He was familiar with the blabbering, stuttering and reformulating.

“Okay. Don’t say this to Yoongi, but… Yeah, he took Grace home last night— That is, he brought her to the apartment and they… Slept together?” You said, your voice so squeaky by the time you said the final word.

“And by ‘sleeping’ you mean everything but, right?” Jeongguk asked tactfully.

You nodded and looked at the floor, busying yourself petting Bibby.

“I’m so sorry, Buttercup.” He said, coming close to you and caressing your back soothingly.

You didn’t have the energies to cry. You probably would, in a while, after waking up.

“You need some sleep, don’t you, Buttercup?” Jeongguk asked, patting your head.

Again you replied wordlessly, moving your head in approval.

“Bibby is a great nap buddy, and I can get the futon ready and let you sleep there.” He reassured you, already fluffing up the pillows and grabbing an extra blanket.

“I’d like to sleep on the sofa, please?” You said, sitting down and removing your shoes, Bibby immediately getting interested in your wiggling toes.

“Oh, you’d like that?” He asked in surprise, “try it first, I can still get the futon ready if you don’t like this old guy.” He joked about the piece of furniture.

You laid on your side, wiggling a little as you found the right position. “Can do.” You said with a barely-there smile. “Thank you, Guk.”

“It’s okay.” He said, throwing the blanket on top of you. “This one is just for guests. I washed it last weekend, don’t worry.” He reassured you.

Knowing Jeongguk, you didn’t even mind. He is a neat freak and a tattoo artist: cleanliness means everything to him. “Can I seriously keep Bibby?” You asked, soft eyed.

He beamed and nodded. “He only sleeps on the sofa.” He said proudly and, as if following his owner’s praise, Bibby climbed on the cushions, curling up in the space before you and laying his head on your arm, using it as a pillow.

You giggled and scratched the spot behind his ear.

“Ask me if you need anything.” Jeongguk murmured. “I’ll leave my door open, just in case you need help or something.” He commented sweetly, closing the blinds to the several windows before walking to the kitchen and coming back to you, placing a bottle of water close to you.

He noticed Bibby was already asleep and he caressed the dog’s head before whispering “sleep tight”.

You heard him leave the room. You closed your eyes, feeling Bibby’s lungs inflate and deflate regularly, his heartbeat strong, his short fur velvety and relaxing under your fingertips.

You fell asleep like a baby.

Waking up meant a lot of things happening altogether.

Realising Bibby was in your arms.

Realising you were on Jeongguk’s sofa.

Realising you were heartbroken and that the idea of going back home nauseated you so deeply you couldn’t even remotely consider it.

Jeongguk greeted you from the kitchen. “You’re up, Buttercup!” He cheered, while Bibby turned around and placed his big head under your chin, shading his eyes. He always marvelled you with his curious manners. “It’s midday, would you like brunch?”

You sniffed the air. Bacon and eggs.

“Yes, please.”

Bibby seemed to follow your lead, sniffing the air and running to his owner, acting way faster than you.

“Okay, what do we wanna do?” Jeongguk asked once you were both seated at the kitchen table.

You ate some food, chewing quietly as you thought. You took your time.

“Honestly, I don't feel like going home, I guess.” You said, staring at your dish. You felt a bit lost.

“We can hang out. Watch TV, meet the guys, do anything you want.” Jeongguk said.

“I was thinking of… No, it's okay, I should go home.”

“But you don't want to.” Jeongguk opposed.

“No, but I don't want to go back later tonight and find myself dreading sleeping in my room.” You said. You couldn't explain the emptiness in your stomach as you thought of the room.

“You know you can stay here as long as you want, right? I have a spare room. We can put the futon there.” He said touching your hand.

That small sentence felt like the water threatening to drown you was slowly lowering.

“I don't want to abuse your kindness.” You admitted shyly, softly.

“I am your friend. It is my duty to help you” He reassured you.

You mulled over your various possibilities. “Okay. But I'd like to go home and grab some stuff. Maybe they're not around.” You considered, looking at Jeongguk doubtfully.

“It's okay. We can go together.”

You exhaled in relief.

Standing in front of the apartment door, you took a deep breath, Jeongguk rubbing his hand between your shoulder blades, over your jacket.

You could already hear them laughing and chatting.

You slipped the keys into the lock and opened the door.

“I'll wait here, yes?” Jeongguk reassured you.

You nodded and went in, walking to your room hesitantly, only to be completely overwhelmed by the sight in the kitchen.

Jin was standing behind Grace, helping her prepare his special avocado sandwich, an elaborate mug topped with whipped cream and crushed almonds waiting beside her while the breakfast table was filled with any kind of breakfast and brunch food one could only dream of.

However, what truly unsettled you was Grace, wearing an oversized shirt — Jin's — bare-legged, with Granny's thick handmade socks covering her feet and calves.

Seokjin said something in her ear and she giggled cutely, throwing her head back and leaning into his shoulder.

They ignored you completely, caught in their happy bubble, while you hid slightly.

You refused to hold on, rushing back to the front door.

Jeongguk spoke softly. “Where's your stuff?”

You shook your head.

“I'm coming with you.” He said, placing his hand on the small of your back and leading you inside, closing the door noisily.

“Hello, we're here.” He called loudly, bringing the two of you to the kitchen.

Seokjin's eyes zeroed in to the place the man's voice had come from, spotting you instead.

So this is it, he thought.

He. Grace.

You. Jeongguk.

Jeongguk?

His jaw contracted.

“Buttercup came by to grab some things. It won't take long, will it, sweets?”

You widened your eyes at him and shook your head. “Yes, sure.”

You almost ran to your bedroom, picking up the most basic stuff to spend a night out and to head off to lessons the following morning.

In the bathroom, you collected your toothbrush and beauty products before returning to the kitchen, your bag ready.

“Good to go, sweets?” He questioned, looking at you with his expressive, gleeful eyes.

You nodded and gave him the tiniest of smiles. “Let's go.”

Jeongguk turned towards Jin and Grace. “Have a nice afternoon, goodbye!” He greeted, letting you wave at the two before dragging you out, not before offering Seokjin a smug grin and winking.

Wearing that mask took a toll on him. He hated what Seokjin had done to you through the years, acting like a protective older brother without being one. He hated that the man kept you emotionally busy and never let you out of his influence. Most of your past relationships had dramatically been brought to an end by Seokjin's asphyxiating presence, by the incapability of your partners to rival with your best friend.

He had ruined you for everyone else, and Jeongguk couldn't find any words to define how cruel that was.

“Are you doing okay, Buttercup?” He asked.

You smiled a bit coldly.

“I'm sorry you had to see that.” He opened the door and let you in, Bibby welcoming the both of you.

“It's okay. They've been dating for more than a month now. He's been by himself for a long time–”

“But he had you!” Jeongguk objected as he took off his jacket.

Your mouth stretched sadly. “Not like that.”

Jeongguk scrunched his nose in disappointment. “Okay. You know I’ve had the biggest crush over you. And we know that by now it’s just water under the bridge. And maybe I never told you but it was so easy to get over you — no offence — since to me, actually to all of us, you and Jin have always belonged to each other. It’s canon. Anyone else would be wrong for the two of you. Obviously.”

You completely ignored Jeongguk’s mention of those old feelings. You already knew; it was all water under the bridge — just like he said — and the two had discussed it years ago. Instead, you focused on the belonging part. “He has Grace now. They’ve been dating for what? Six weeks?”

“He’s been in love with you for four years!” Jeongguk said, slightly upset.

“Well, apparently he didn’t do a great job of showing that! And it doesn’t matter now. He has Grace.” You repeated.

“The two of you are so stupidly dumb, I need to call Yoongi.” Jeongguk said, absolutely frustrated.

Silence lingered heavy in the room, like a thick fog. “Don’t call Yoongi, please.” You said, sitting on the sofa and curling up in a ball. “He’ll scold me and then snap at Jin and then Spice will kill all of us for stressing him and interrupting their kinky Sunday afternoon.”

Jeongguk startled and put down the phone. “Kinky Sunday afternoon? Is that a thing?”

“With Spice, anything is a thing, especially if it means alone time with Yoongi.” You explained, scratching your nose and hugging Bibby as he got on the sofa.

“Okay. Let’s think about happier, less traumatising things. Do you wanna watch some TV? I have some Disney DVDs from when Namjoon comes over. No Bambi and Dumbo because those make him cry.” Jeongguk said, exposing his friend shamelessly. “And I don’t want to pay for Disney plus, Yoongi would disown me and I would never tattoo him anymore and I don’t want that.”

You giggled, completely endeared. “Do you think you have Tangled?”

“Oh, yes!” Jeongguk checked the case and placed the CD in his PlayStation. “Namjoon loves Pascal. The chameleon.” Jeongguk gushed, sitting on the sofa, switching on a small lamp. “Oh, would you like some popcorn?” He asked, ever friendly and welcoming.

You smirked before nodding.

Pausing the film, he dashed to the kitchen, getting a bag into the microwave and coming back five minutes later with a large bowl, the whole room smelling of salted butter.

You hummed in approval and settled down, Bibby miraculously uninterested in the snack. He restarted the film and your mind got completely absorbed by that.

Seokjin was confused.

He had accompanied Grace home, and now he sat in an empty room — an empty house —, looking at the opposite end of the table, where you weren’t sitting.

Did you sleep with Jeongguk for revenge?

Did you maybe talk to him and he made his move and you said ‘why not’, just like you had with that dude almost a month ago?

Maybe you liked him. Maybe you had always liked him and the two of you had confessed — he had a different gleam in his eyes and he had called you ‘sweetie’ or some other dumb nickname like that.

He should have confessed. He should have stopped hiding his head in his ass and should have grown a pair and told you, Buttercup, I’m so far gone that I’d be ready to serve you for the rest of my life, hell, I’d even donate you my sperm if your husband was infertile and you wanted kids. I’d even give up a kidney, fuck, I’d give up my heart too for you.

He was a dumb, stupid fucker.

He wrote you a text.

I’m sorry about fucking Grace, please come home.

Erased

Please come home. We need to talk. I’m in love with you.

Erased

Don’t fuck Jeongguk, you can fuck me instead, please.

Erased

He realised he always wrote ‘please’, and the more he went on, the more he needed to add.

He tried to stop overthinking everything and focused on the actual reality of it all.

He stared at your empty seat again.

Are you coming home for dinner?

Sent

The silence felt eternal.

That must be how space rovers feel, he thought, thinking about that tiny robot that wandered over the surface of Mars all alone.

He felt like the whole apartment couldn’t possibly be home anymore.

He shook his head, telling himself he was being melodramatic. After five minutes, he decided to call you. You always answered texts about food! You knew how much it meant to him eating together!

With renewed tenacity, he found your contact at the very top of the list, three A’s added before your name to make sure it always stayed on top of the list.

And he called you.

The beeping sound of the call ringing went on for ages. He swore he could feel his hair grow and his skin wither.

He waited maybe for a bit less than a minute, his mind already knowing that you were upset with him, that you were making him wait and grovel. You were trying to get on his nerves. Most definitely.

The ringing stopped.

“What is it?”

It was Jeongguk.

“Is she with you?” Seokjin asked, cold as ice.

“Yes. Of course.”

“When is she coming home?” Jin asked dryly. He felt ready for a fight.

“When she wants to.” Jeongguk replied equally dryly.

“Give her the phone.”

Jeongguk breathed heavily. He didn’t want to pass the phone to you. Seokjin had no right claiming you like that, using that voice, acting so mean when he was the one at fault. “She’s sleeping.” It was true. You were really sleeping; you had completely crashed at the end of the cartoon, with Bibby keeping you warm and covering you in affection, never leaving your side. After all, some dogs have a sense of smell so fine that they can sniff at their owner’s skin and perceive the hormones making their human happy or sad.

Seokjin waited, trying to calm himself down. It didn’t work. “I bet you’re gloating. You finally have her, don’t you? You must be feeling so smug.”

Jeongguk stretched his neck, keeping his composure. “I don’t have her, okay? She came to me and I gave her space. I gave her somewhere safe—”

“Our home is safe.” Jin growled. “Here is safe.”

“With you breaking her heart by banging that girl you don’t love?”

“She also banged a man she didn’t give a shit about.”

Jeongguk raised his eyebrows. “Did you bang Grace for revenge, then?”

“No. God, I’ve been alone for years, can’t I have one good thing?” Seokjin almost screamed, his frustration spilling over.

“Maybe she banged him to get over you. Maybe she did that because she’s tired of being alone, too.” Jeongguk explained, his tone glacial. His anger was scary — it didn’t explode or break. It froze everything it touched. “You hurt her. The moment you chose Grace, and with every date you went on. When you went to her on Valentine’s, when you banged her the other night. And there’s a difference. The dude she banged? That was just sex. But you and Grace? There are feelings there. That’s the part she can’t stand. This morning, when she saw the two of you in the kitchen? You broke her heart, Jin. She was broken—”

“But you fixed that, didn’t you, sweetie?” He teased, sarcastic and poisonous.

“Stop talking about my feelings for her.” Jeongguk chastised him. “Unlike you, I told her. I told her I had had a crush for her. I told her three years ago and I also told her that my feelings died down once I realised how she looked at you and how you looked at her. And we’re friends, we’re cool. I would never be able to look at her like anything more than a sister.”

Seokjin shut his mouth. He felt horrible. Maybe because he was horrible. He needed your sparkly laugh and your soothing touch. To talk things out about last night. Make everything right again. “Please, convince her to come home.”

Jeongguk tutted. “I won’t. She’ll come if she wants to. At her own time.”

“Jeongguk...” Seokjin begged.

“You both need to move on from this toxic bond. And there’s no way other than separating. Physically first, and emotionally second.” Jeongguk reasoned, repeating something he and Yoongi had discussed a thousand times.

“She is my friend.”

“You’re not hers, though. You are the person she loves, and the person hurting her. She deserves a real chance, away from you.” Jeongguk rubbed the crown of his head. “I have to go. Goodnight.”

He hung up.

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 (7/7)

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Can you do a fic for the bad batch where a mission goes horribly wrong, and Tech gives you chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth after a near death drowning? 😵Please, by all means, don't go light on the angst! 👿And also, make it long and sad. I want some emotion tonight.

-------------------------------------------------------- I'm not sure what gender you wanted the reader to be so I kept it gender-neutral, hope that's okay <3 Also, umm would not recommend anyone read this if they're sad, but since you did say near death, don't worry no one dies, I mean unless you want them too, I left the ending kinda open to interpretation... <.< WARNINGS: Angst Drowning Injury -------------------------------------------------------- You're on a mission in the outer rim with the Bad Batch, a group of unique clones you had been asked to work with, during your time with them you grew closer to the one named Tech, always eager to hear what knew about all the places you traveled too, -- you had done many dangerous missions before, but somehow this one felt different. You're pinned down by a platoon of droids, attempting to call them for help but your signal is being jammed. "Come in, can anyone hear me, I need assistance now!" you yell into your com, hoping that someone would hear, but you knew it was a lost cause... They're not too far away from your location, grouping up after Hunter called them all back. "Has anyone heard from Y/N, they were supposed to check it some time ago," Hunter asks his brothers. "The signal is being jammed," Crosshair answers after attempting to reach you. "Based on the last location that was pinged to me, they shouldn't be too far away," Tech says pointing in the direction of your last know location. "What are we waiting for let's go!!!" Wrecker shouts running off in that direction. "Wrecker, wait we don't know the situation yet, we need a plan--" he attempts to call out to his brother who was ignoring him as he rushed away. "We should probably go after him," Crosshair says. They all chase after their brother, finding him before they get to your last location, sadly it wasn't your current location and things were getting worse by the minute. You'd been hit in the side of the arm, nothing bad but it wasn't exactly helpful in your current situation. You backed further away from the main group of droids, running off in an unknown direction to try and escape them, unaware of the danger ahead. They continue to follow you chasing you down as you neared a clearing, kriff, it wasn't just a clearing with no cover, but it was a dead-end with a sea below the nearby edge. As you turn around you see the droids closing in, but wait, you see some figures that weren't droids headed your way, finally! "Guys over here, I could use some help!" you shout as loud as you can waving at them.

"There!" Tech yells to his brothers pointing at you. They were up on a small hill not too far away from the area you were, as quickly as they could they started running to your location, but there was too much fire coming at them, reluctantly they took cover, ducking behind some nearby rocks and fallen trees. "At this rate, the droids will reach them before we do!" Tech says, clearly worried for your safety. "Sorry Tech but we don't have much of a choice right now," Hunter replies trying to shoot at the rows of droids now marching towards them. "We have to try!" Tech yells. "Tech, I know you're worried for Y/N's safety but right now I need you focused so we all make it out of here in enough pieces to save them." Reluctantly Tech agrees and continues blasting the droids, looking for any possibility of rescuing you. "What are they doing?! I NEED HELP!" you say to yourself, knowing full well they couldn't hear you. More and more droids approached you, forcing you closer to the edge of the cliff, Tech looking on in horror as your figured disappear behind a large group of droids. "Y/N!!" he yells unaware that you were still standing there blasting the droids. Suddenly you got a blaster shot to the gut, knocking you off your balance as the grenade you threw exploded, destroying enough droids so Tech could see you again, just enough so that he could see you stumble back from your injury and fall off the edge...this time to horrified to even say anything.

This time he ran, not caring about the droids or anything, but you, more droids start closing in on him until he's knocked down. "TECH, GET IT TOGETHER!" Hunter shouts pinning his brother to the ground behind some cover. "We have to help them, let go of me!" he screams. "We know, but we have to clear these droids, we're no good to them if we're dead." Crosshair says sliding into nearby cover with Wrecker. "I'd rather be dead then leave them behind!" Tech said trying to escape the pin Hunter had him in. "Sorry brother but we'd rather not lose you too, trust me we'll get them, just help us out here and blast these damn clankers," Hunter says releasing Tech. It took him some time, just to catch his breath, after a few minutes he turned around to face the droids, finally helping his brothers take them out as they worked together clearing out all the droids. --Your fall down the cliff side didn't go as smoothly as you would have hoped, after landing on a small ledge you waited there hoping for rescue, sadly none came in time, as the edges of the ledge broke apart under your weight. After more waiting and panic, realizing your end might be near, the ledge gave out sending you plunging down the rocky cliff face. Hitting some smaller ledges on your way down to the watery end. Crashing into the water you fall deep enough to hit your head, knocking most of the air out of your lunges, which you had been saving to swim back up to the surface with. Short on breath and time, you struggle in the waves of the sea, thrashing your arms at the sky shining through the water above you, hoping you could reach it in time, or that someone would be there to get you if you didn't. No such luck was granted to you as water slowly filled your mouth as you desperately screamed for help beneath the waves, your arms grew weaker and your body heavier as you sank down, watching the light from your vision disappear as everything went dark and silent. As they reach the cliff face Tech's scanners pick up your single in the water. "No no, Y/N!" he yells unsure of what to do, the jump was too far. "Tech, over here," Hunter yells after finding a way down closer to the sea.

They traverse the rocky face all the way down to the bottom where the waves hit the large rocks, those same waves carrying your limp body towards that same shore. Desperately they looked around trying to find a safe way to enter the water which was become more violent. Suddenly Wrecker notices something in the waves and rushes over, seeing it was you, he was tall enough to safely move through dangerous waves, grabbing you and bringing you to the others. "Got em!" he shouts as he rushes you over to his brothers, gently placing you on the ground in front of Tech. Quickly he assessed what state you were in, scanning for internal damage and listening for a heartbeat, there was none, or maybe it was cover by the sound of his own, which was beating so hard from the thought of you dying. He places his hands on your chest pressing down in a rhythm to try and revive you, adding mouth-to-mouth to hopefully draw the water from your body. With each press of his hands, tears build in his eyes, his breathing becoming harder and heavier every time he placed his lips against yours. His brothers watched silently, unable to help, only hope... "Come on Y/N, come on, please --- please, wake up!" Tech cried, freeing the tears in his eyes as he begged for you to come back putting his lips against yours hoping his breath might bring you back. Your lips were still soft, but mostly cold, except for the warmth that his own brought to yours.

--After a few more minutes of no luck, he finally broke, no more strength left to push and no more breath left to give you, collapsing down next to you, his head falling on you as he sobbed. His brothers joining him, placing their hands on his back to comfort him.

"I'm sorry...Tech," Hunter whispers as he kneels down next to his brother. Somehow you could hear the sobbing, but you couldn't answer, just listen, listen to the pain as his tears rolled down your body, stinging as they hit the blaster injury, his hand clenching yours, the warmth escaping from his hands as his body shivered against yours. "Y/N please, please, don't leave us...don’t leave me," he sobs, his words muffled by the fabric of your outfit.

-Suddenly you feel your breathing being answered as some air enters your nose and lungs, causing you to cough, desperately trying not to choke on the water that had swallowed you up once already.

Tech and the others jumped in shock as your body jolted from the coughing, they rolled you on your side hitting your back to help free the water from you. -Your panicking, panicking that you won't get all the water out, panicking that it'll just stop everything, again.

Barely you make out Tech kneeling in front of you, attempting to comfort you as you finally let go of the rest of the water that was haunting you.

With your final cough, you whimper out his name, "Tech..." "Y/N! Y/N, you're okay, you're alive," he says pulling you up and against his chest, holding you tightly in his arms, as he continued sobbing, causing tears to run down your own face as your vision went black again and your body went limp in his arms.

#the bad batch #hunter #crosshair #wrecker #tech #angst #drowning #the clone wars request #clone force 99 #the bad batch request #clone trooper tech #sad

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 3 years

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@megatraven and @catlovingwitch

Idea: MC and Alex have a nice moment in Hades season 3 when Aphrodite says she can send for someone to come and comfort her, and instead of May or her mother she asks for Alex. Put a read more bc it’s long and is going underneath the lovestruck tag lol.

Imagine...MC saying she wants Alex to comfort her in Hades season 3 when May came when Aphrodite said Who did she want to see???? Like instead of saying her mom or May...she asks for Hades but when Aphrodite says she can’t see him...she asks for Alex instead...she’s broken and needs the comfort of her best friend, the comfort she’s felt for years, the comfort she feels when she sees them every morning, the comfort she feels when they pat or head or ruffle her hair bc they’re older than her...and she needs it right now. And

like...imagining Alex being summoned to Olympus wasn’t really a surprise or out of the ordinary because their mother is the goddess of love and I imagine they visit her sometimes on a regular basis.

SO, it didn’t seem too weird for them to be summoned there, but when they see their mother, she has a look of worry on her face and sadness, and Alex realizes they weren’t called up there for no reason. They knew about the Hera situation, so it did worry them and their heart began to race because they feared the worse. However, Aphrodite eases their worries just a bit when she says she is technically safe, but needs to see someone and that she summoned them. Alexs heart slows down but it still feels heavy at imagining her in this pain and fear. The kind of pain that they’ve worked to avoid for her or to help her deal with...and now it’s time to help and, hopefully, soothe.

They get escorted to Aphrodite’s estate (I can’t remember where she was exactly-) and MC’s sitting on the couch in the main room (I guess living room) with her face held in her hands, facing the ground. But she looked up when heard Aphrodite’s heels and she tries to smile but it stops a bit short, her mouth shaking as if it hurts to smile. “I bet everything hurts...” is said in their mind. They want to rush over to her but hold back and sit down next to her. They’ve both turned a little bit and their knees are touching, but they can’t even care about that. They look her in the eye and notice her eyes are a bit red and very puffy. “She’s been crying so much...,” is said in their mind. They stare at her for a moment in silence, not sure about how to start. They hold up the professionalism because they don’t know what she wants to do, but she breaks it immediately when she pulls them into a tight hug, and they hug her back. And to make their heart hurt even more, when she lays her cheek against their shoulder, when her hyperventilating breaths reach their neck, when her tears fall onto their shoulder, she begins to talk in a broken and hoarse voice.

“Alex...what do I do?” She’s questioning them but also not at the same time, as if she knows they won’t have an answer. And she’s right. They don’t know how to respond immediately, their thoughts are in a rush as well, trying to comfort her but not go too far. They think about their words as their heart continues to break with every sob. “Stay strong, which I know you’re very good at, MC,” they say, trying to tease her a bit even if their voice wavers as well. She lets out a little laugh in between her sobs and fast breaths. “Everybody should know that by now, but stubbornness isn’t going to get me out of this one. It will only dig my grave even deeper.” The mention of a grave makes their heart drop even more because gods she might die and neither of them know what to do. They’re both sitting ducks. However, they drop the walls they have and actually speak their heart to her, but still somehow keeping it in a best friend way. They pull away from her, arms still wrapped around her, and she lifts her head up and they see dried tears on her cheeks. They take one hand and wipe both of her cheeks and then wrap their arm back around her waist.

“MC, I know this is a very scary time for you, and I know I probably will never understand all the pain you’re going through, but you’re so strong to have made it this far. I may not know everything that’s happening, and I know it may get harder, but I’ve never seen you waver in strength. When you started working here and were surprised to see me giving the interview, you still took it with confidence and gathered everything together,” they tell her, their heart truly coming out. However, they hesitate with the next words they want to get out. “And this may be a painful memory, and I’m sorry to bring it up, but remember when all the gods and goddesses went missing? You were so brave. Even before they went missing, you solved Astraeus’s puzzle, tried to warn the gods, survived both attacks, protected yourself, Hades, and Persephone with your strength, got Selene and Helios on our side, faced Astraeus himself, got the titan blood we needed, and you did so many amazing things, MC.” Their voice was strong during these words, and then they wiped her tears once more, and their heart began to beat faster when she finally smiled at them, even if it wasn’t a full smile, she was still smiling, and that’s something they’re always happy to see.

She leaned forward and rested her forehead against their own and closed her eyes. “Thank you so much, Alex. My words are failing me right now, but you’ve always been my best friend, and you still are, and thank you for being here today. Thank you for everything,” she said with her voice shaking as more tears managed to fall down her cheeks. She then let out a little hiccup and laughed but finished her feelings with, “And maybe when this is over we can all be together and have fun and catch up and be happy, yeah?” She opened her eyes and they could see that little sparkle show back up in her eyes and could sense the love she had for them, even if it wasn’t the same love that they radiated, but it didn’t matter what kind of love she gave towards them, any love was a blessing and they smiled and nodded their head.

“I would love that, MC. We got this.”

HNNNG!! I LOVE THEMMM! AND HOW MUCH THEY LOVE HER!!! And I want some more Alex and MC being best friends content and hMMM!!! I love them so much and they all deserve happinesssss. I mean they get it in every route, but stilllll I love seeing Alex and MC interact bc they never can be just a boss and an agent to one another because UGH they LOVE her and she LOVES them too in a different way but still😭😭. Hmmm...I love Alex so much and Idk if there was an option for them but I wish there was and we could actually get Alex bc OOF that’d be SO good and so sad but so perfect. Alex loves her and to see her in this much pain (but of course she would be, they understand why, and they can sense her heart breaking (they are the child of Aphrodite and can sense love) and it hurts them too)....hurts and hnnng. I had this idea at like midnight and it hurts bc ALEXXX!!!

#lovestruck #astoria fates kiss #astoria fates kiss alex #alex cyprin #my writing #Everyone in the Lovestruck I'm sorry you all have to see my Alex rambling I just love them way too much.#but I did add a read more bc I'm on computer and not gonna make yall read my screamings and sad ideas and AUs (technically an AU?)#Anyways yh love you Meg and Wren and I hope you're both having a good day. I have a lot of work to do so HMM my day probably won't be too #good-

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Indefinitely - Part 3

Genre: Dystopia!AU

Pairing: Jaebum x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of death, some emotional angst

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 | Words: 2,608

“I think our best bet is to just stay here,” Jaebum stated. He then turned his head to face Youngjae, who was still trying to get the fire started in the fireplace. “If that’s all right with you.”

“Yes, absolutely,” Youngjae assured you, nodding.

You had to admit: you were incredibly relieved. Staying in one place was much more preferable than traveling around and being a nomad, not knowing where you were going to sleep that night, wandering mindlessly with no destination in mind.

“The power will probably go out sometime soon,” Jaebum continued. “We should focus on eating everything in the fridge and freezer in the next couple of days. We’ll be fine here as long as we have running water.”

Your brow furrowed slightly, and you grabbed the pillow next to you on the couch. “What about when we don’t?” you asked as you hugged the pillow to your chest.

Jaebum just shrugged. “I guess we’ll leave.”

You opened your mouth to ask where you would go, but Jaebum, apparently, knew exactly what you were going to say.

“I don’t know where we’ll go, but we have plenty of time to figure that out. ...Hopefully. I’ll keep thinking about it.”

“Yeah, same,” Youngjae murmured as he stood and headed over to his own couch-bed, the fire now just peeking out from underneath the logs.

“Me, too,” you agreed.

Jaebum’s eyes darted between you and Youngjae, his brows raised. “So, we’re all good with that plan?”

You nodded, and Youngjae answered with a soft ‘yes.’

“Great,” Jaebum said under his breath. He stood from the chair and asked Youngjae if there were any books he could read, and when Youngjae directed him to the front room down the hall, he nodded his thanks and headed out.

As you heard the soft thud of Jaebum’s footsteps retreating, you let out a soft sigh and hugged the pillow even closer to your chest.

“So...” Youngjae began gently. “What’s your story?”

Well, since he told you his, you figured it was only fair to reciprocate.

“My parents got sick a couple of days ago,” you said, focusing your gaze on the edge of the pillow you were holding. “And they told me to leave today right before they... I mean, I shouldn’t have stayed with them, right?”

“No,” Youngjae assured you without hesitation.

“I would’ve had to get them downstairs and out to the backyard and then I would’ve had to bury them and --” Your throat was incredibly tight with emotion now, and the tears were beginning to blur your vision. “-- and I don’t know if I could’ve done that. Even if I was strong enough to physically... I don’t think I’m strong enough emotionally.”

“Of course, not. Me neither,” Youngjae agreed, though you figured he was just trying to make you feel better.

You shifted your gaze to look at him as the tears began to slide down your cheeks. “But maybe I should have stayed. They’re gone by now, I know that. But they were still alive when I left. Shouldn’t I have at least been with them when they died?”

Before you could say anything else, Youngjae stood from his couch and shuffled over to you. He sat down and put a hand on your back, moving it up to squeeze your shoulder.

“You said they told you to leave, right?” he asked.

You nodded, trying to control your sobs as best as you could.

“So, that’s what they wanted. They didn’t want to put you through that - being there with them when they died. You would’ve had to leave anyway, but it would have been much harder for you to go if you’d waited for them to die. Trust me.”

“I know,” you choked as you reached up to wipe your eyes. “You’re right. I’m sor --”

Jaebum entered the living room then, and he paused briefly when he noticed your current situation.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t say anything. He simply drummed his fingers against the book he’d picked out and made his way over to his armchair.

Well.

Not that you expected him to comfort you, but maybe a ‘Are you okay?’ would have been nice.

And now that he was sitting down to read, you felt awkward continuing on with your conversation... so, you whispered to Youngjae that you were exhausted and should get some sleep.

Youngjae squeezed your shoulder once more and stood, going back to his couch-bed to settle in for the night.

You laid down on your own couch, and once you’d gotten under the blanket and pulled it up to your chin, you called out quietly, “Good night.”

“Night,” Youngjae replied.

...And silence.

Nothing from Jaebum.

Shocker.

You’d been trying to go to sleep for four hours now.

Four hours of closing your eyes, breathing deeply, rolling onto your side, your stomach, your back... and nothing. Not one minute of sleep.

By the sounds of it, both Youngjae and Jaebum had achieved what you couldn’t tonight. You were jealous, but you were also glad -- now you could slip off the couch, wrap your blanket around you, and make a quick but silent exit through the back door.

The air was crisp, and even though it was incredibly dark out, you were still able to find a bench on Youngjae’s back porch where you could sit. A soft groan escaped your lips as you sat, and when you leaned back against the hard surface of the bench, your head instinctively tilted up toward the sky.

“Oh, wow,” you breathed. Since it was so dark, the stars in the night sky were brighter than you’d ever seen them, and it seemed like there were millions of them.

And they made you feel even smaller and more insignificant than ever.

So, obviously, your eyes filled with tears for probably the sixteenth time today.

You wanted to say that you’d been holding it together for most of the day, but that just wasn’t true. You’d cried as you were leaving your house, you’d cried in the car, you’d cried several hours earlier when talking to Youngjae, you were crying now. And not just silent tears gracefully sliding down your cheeks -- no. Full-on sobs. Red, puffy eyes. Runny nose. The kind of crying that makes your head hurt after a while.

But you’d never experienced loss like this before. Your grandmother had died when you were much younger, but you’d hardly known her. She’d lived hours away, and you’d only met her a few times. You’d been sad, of course, and you’d felt terrible for your dad who’d lost his mother... but looking back, you’d had no idea the kind of pain he’d been going through.

Your parents had always been there for you, supporting you no matter what. They’d loved you and cherished you and raised you to be the person you are today. Without them... did you really even know who you truly were?

It kind of felt like you didn’t. You felt lost without them, like you had no idea where to go or what to do or how to think... or even how to live. This may sound dramatic, but your life just felt... kind of... meaningless now.

You had to wonder how Jaebum was holding up so well. He’d lost his parents, too. The two of you were in the exact same situation, and yet, you hadn’t seen him shed a single tear. He was exhibiting the strength you wish you had, moving on and getting things done and putting the past behind him.

You couldn’t do that yet. You couldn’t let go of what your life had been just a few days ago. You couldn’t, and you didn’t want to.

The creak of the back door opening interrupted your thoughts, but you were too tightly wrapped in your blanket (and too lost in your emotions) to turn around and see who it was.

More likely than not, it was Youngjae.

But, to your surprise, when someone sat down on the bench next to you and asked, “Are you okay?” the voice was Jaebum’s.

It’s funny because that’s what you’d wanted him to ask earlier. When he’d come in the room while you were crying to Youngjae, you’d wanted him to ask if you were okay, but he hadn’t. He hadn’t said a word.

And now that he had asked you, you didn’t feel triumphant. Or relieved. Or annoyed. You felt...

Well, it was a simple question, and right now you had a simple answer.

“No,” you choked out, shaking your head. “No, I’m not okay.” You leaned forward to rest an elbow on your knees, and you buried your face in your hand so you could continue on sobbing.

You heard Jaebum let out a soft sigh, and he said, “Yeah... me neither.”

You finally looked over at him, your brow furrowing in confusion. “But... you don’t seem like you’re not okay.”

“Like you said earlier,” he murmured. “People grieve differently.”

Yes, that was true. You had said that earlier, and people did grieve differently. So, you just tipped your head in a tiny nod before burying your face in your hand again. You were too caught up in your own emotions to think about how Jaebum might be grieving, but you knew one day -- soon -- you should probably ask him.

You let yourself cry for another minute or two, and then you came up for air. You leaned back against the bench, your shoulder brushing against Jaebum’s.

“I just...” you said weakly. “I want to go home. I know I can’t, but everything just happened so quickly. It’s a lot to get used to it, and it’s just -- it’s hard. I’m sorry for crying so much, and I’ll try not to --”

“No,” Jaebum interrupted. “It’s okay. Sorry if I’ve made you feel like you can’t. It just... makes me uncomfortable because there’s nothing I can do.”

Well, you couldn’t blame him for that.

“Cry as much as you need to,” he continued. “Do... you want to be alone?”

You shook your head, surprised to find that you actually did feel better with someone sitting by your side. Someone who knew what you were going through.

“Okay,” he whispered before settling back against the bench.

And then you heard the rustle of your blanket as he moved against it. You felt a hand come to rest hesitantly on your back. You felt him pat you gently a few times.

It was the tiniest gesture. Literally the very least another person could do to comfort someone. A pat on the back.

But coming from Jaebum? You felt like you’d just won the reassurance lottery.

He pulled his hand back after the few pats, but you still took it as an invitation to lean against him and rest your head on his shoulder. You felt him tense just a little bit. He didn’t put his arm around you, but honestly, you didn’t care. This was what you needed. You needed a literal shoulder to cry on, and if Jaebum didn’t want to be that for you right now, he shouldn’t have come out here.

But he didn’t move as you continued crying. He had tensed a little, but he didn’t move or push you away. He simply sat there. He let you cry.

You weren’t even sure how much time passed -- if you had to guess, you would say probably twenty minutes. Your eyes were finally dry, and the sharp pain in your head was throbbing from all the emotion you’d let out.

When you slowly lifted your head from Jaebum’s shoulder, he raised his eyebrows and glanced over at you.

“Better?”

You were about to nod, but... you realized you still had something on your mind. Something kind of big and really scary.

So, you shook your head.

“What if...” you started, your voice shaky and tentative. “What if one of us gets sick?”

Jaebum’s eyebrows shot halfway up his forehead. “Sick as in --”

You nodded.

“Well, we know it’s not contagious,” he murmured.

“Yeah, but that also means we don’t know how people catch it.”

“...True.”

You gazed over at him with a deeply furrowed, worried forehead. What if he got sick? What if Youngjae got sick? What if you got sick? What if you all got sick and died?!

Well, if that happened, there would be nothing to worry about anymore, I guess.

But, still.

You know what I mean.

“Well...” Jaebum sighed. “If that happens... I don’t know. We’ll deal with it if we have to.”

You really didn’t like the sound of that, but you knew you really had no other option. Nobody knew how the disease spread. There was no way to stop it. There was nothing you could to do to plan for it.

So, you just nodded.

Jaebum let out another sigh and repeated his question from earlier. “Better now?”

You nodded again. For now, at least, you felt better. After getting out all the tears you could and getting that ominous question off of your mind.

“You need sleep,” he murmured, standing up. You waited for him to turn and offer you his hand to help you up... but he didn’t. He just slipped his hands into his pockets and stood there.

The guy had already patted your back and let you cry on his shoulder, though, so expecting him to hold your hand was a bit much.

You pushed yourself off the bench, wrapping your blanket more tightly around you. When Jaebum headed toward the back door, you shuffled behind him.

And then a random thought popped into your head. “Hey,” you whispered. “Did you notice how bright the stars are?”

Jaebum paused, tilting his head to look up at the sky.

You weren’t sure if you were just imagining it, but you could’ve sworn you saw a tiny smile tug at one corner of Jaebum’s mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” he muttered. “Look at that. I saw an Astronomy book in the bookshelf earlier, I’ll have to grab it and do some stargazing.”

And now a tiny smile was tugging at one corner of your mouth. “That sounds nice.”

You didn’t want to invite yourself, but it did sound nice.

Jaebum simply nodded and then looked back to Earth, continuing the path to the back door.

When he reached it, he opened it quietly for you, allowing you to shuffle inside first.

“Get some sleep,” he whispered as you passed by.

“You, too,” you whispered back, and you saw yet another tiny smile tug at one corner of Jaebum’s mouth.

As you headed over to your couch-bed, preparing to settle in again, you knew you couldn’t classify your relationship with Jaebum as friendly just yet. Things had certainly -- probably -- taken a step in that direction, but you would be foolish to think the two of you were friends.

And if you were going to be living in the same house for however long you still had running water, you did not want to make a fool out of yourself.

Honestly, though, you didn’t feel like you needed to be friends with Jaebum. At least, not yet. Did you want to be? Would it be nice to be friends? Of course. But right now, you needed to focus on yourself. You needed to focus on working through everything and getting to a place where you felt like you could actually function normally on a day-to-day basis.

And you had no idea how long that would take.

Part 4

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masked-buffoon · 4 years

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Chapter 2: Twisted (Part 3)

Warnings: torture, violence

Author notes: Rather short part, with a lot of dialogues... Hope you’ll enjoy nonetheless!

"So..." I stared at the man chained in front of me "You called me there... Because you can't make him talk...?"

"Yes..." The subordinate looked nervous and played with his hands "He didn't say a word, whereas it's been half a day we are torturing him..."

"Four hours." I corrected him "Half a day is twelve. I do hope you would have been able to make him spill out his secrets in twelve hours."

"I-I'm sorry, Ogawa-san... We didn't know who to call, except for you..."

"Ane-san's squadron is specialised in torture, though...?" I hummed, sitting down casually.

"But you are our direct superior..."

"I suppose I am, since you are part of Dazai-san's team..." I sighed "Let's see... What are those gruesome bruises he has on his face?"

"We beat him up... With iron bars..." He quickly added when he saw I was examining the state of his hands.

"Beating him up...?" I raised both of my eyebrows "Are you self-taught in torture? Or simply stupid?"

"I... We..."

All the henchmen present in the room lowered their head. I sighed again.

"I suppose the Mafia doesn't have any classes for that matter..." I chuckled sarcastically "I suggest you observe and learn a few things."

I took the file about our prisoner and started reading it. He was a member of an organisation specialised in slave trading. A month ago, we had attempted negotiations to take them as a subcontractor of some sort for our own business and they had agreed. However, the shipping we had ordered had never arrived to its destination, Brazil, and we had found out they had used our funds for their own profits, instead of helping us and getting their share of the money. The man I had in front of me was supposed to give us information about his organisation, so we could crush them or force them to cooperate with us. After going through his personal life, I put the papers on the tray filled with various torture instruments and crossed my fingers on my thighs.

"I do have to admit you very skilfully ruined his face." I told the subordinate next to me "He looks absolutely disgusting. To prevent that, you have several tools at your disposal, and different methods. Removing his nails or his eyelids, cutting his ears, or his fingers, one by one, are a few examples. They are bloody, but they don't require much effort, at least. However, my favourite one resides in this."

"The file...?" He timidly followed my pointed finger.

"Exactly. The file. Is he awake?" I inquired.

"He passed out just before your arrival..."

"The pain must have been too great... Avoiding such a troublesome situation is also part of why beating a prisoner up is not a method of torture." I smiled "Bring a bucket of iced water."

The cold water woke our man up immediately. He looked around him, at his surroundings, but far from being panicked, he cracked a proud smirk and looked at me in disdain.

"These thugs did not make me talk. What does a girl like you expect to do~?" He grinned.

"I'm almost sixteen, but I am these thugs' superior nonetheless. I'd advise you not to underestimate me." I chuckled "However, I do admire your willpower. How many teeth did you lose, by the way?"

"Too many." He grimaced "If I ever come out of there, the only thing I'll be able to eat is soup...!"

"If you ever come out of there..." I burst out laughing "Ah, thanks for enlightening my day...! I haven't laughed like that in a very long time."

"If you're planning to kill me, anyway, all the more reasons not to talk." He shrugged.

"Oh but I will make you talk." I assured "And I'm not even going to stand up from this chair."

"I'm curious." He snorted "Are you going to shoot me? Will you order your men around? Come on, I'm ready...!"

"I'll ask you a single question." I narrowed my eyes "You don't need to answer, I'll need you to keep your saliva to give me information about your organisation, after all."

"Whatever." He huffed "Just kill me quickly so that is over."

"Sure sure. So impatient..." I paused to make sure he listened to me "Is your wife pretty?"

His silence was meaningful. I pursued.

"I'm just curious, you know... There isn't any picture in the file, so I am asking for your honest opinion." I smiled.

"I don't have any wife." He spat on the ground, giving me a threatening glare.

"You don't...?!" I exclaimed, seemingly shocked "It turns out my subordinates are more useless than I thought..."

I turned toward them.

"How could you make such a basic mistake during your investigation?" I falsely lectured them "Go back to that address immediately and check if there is a wife. If there isn't, I'll make sure you are stuck with cleaning the headquarters for a week."

"... The address...?" My target questioned breathlessly.

"Well, the place where you live, obviously..." I crossed my legs "Oh, and... If you see any kind of woman, bring her to me."

"In the torture room, Ogawa-san...?"

I gave the henchman an exhausted look.

"Where am I, currently? I swear these boys..." I waved my hand in front of my face "Really, now... What are information for if we can't make use of them...? What do you think, mister prisoner?"

"I agree..." He mumbled, looking away.

"Let's wait for them to come back." I took a pain reliever "It'll give you some respite and, hopefully, some time to think about your answers."

"Are you not at least going to try and extort the intel out of me...?" He sounded surprised.

"My schedule is surprisingly light today. You need not worry about such worthless matters." I stated "Besides... Will you talk if I skin you slowly and painfully...?"

"... I don't think so...? My secrets will be taken with me in my death."

"That's why I'd rather not." I pulled my phone out "It'd only leave a puddle of blood on the ground, not too hygienic..."

"I know I am not supposed to ask questions, but... How did you end up there...? In the Port Mafia? You're a young teenage girl, yet you talk about torture like an office worker would talk about a pile of paperwork. Does it even click to you, what you are doing to me...?" He frowned.

"I am there to survive." I accepted to answer "I had nowhere to go, but I was fortunately recruited. I have an ability, you see... As to what I am doing... I am purposefully making you suffer so I do obtain the location of your headquarters and the name of your boss."

"I don't feel that much pain for now."

"It shouldn't take long. My men just came back, with quite a catch, I have to say."

The door of the basement opened noisily and muffled gasps and cries resonated in our ears. A woman was dragged toward another pillar and was handcuffed, hands above her head and body dangling powerlessly. I smiled darkly and demanded to remove her gag so we could hear her screams of fear.

"Very pretty indeed." I judged her "And that small bump... Goodness, you're pregnant...! Congratulations miss...!"

"Let me go...!" She pleaded "I have nothing to do with you...! I'm innocent...!"

"I'm sure you are. You look very harmless. Your husband, however..."

"I've told you, I don't have a wife...!" He defended.

"I don't know him..." She sobbed.

"Why does everyone make my job so complicated...?" I complained, walking toward the man and pulling out a chain he wore under his shirt "What's that? A jewel? No, it's a damn wedding ring! And what does she wear? A matching wedding ring! Please, just admit she's your pretty wife, already!"

"Alright! Alright, she's my wife..." He confessed "But don't hurt her! Don't hurt her..."

"That depends on you. Your headquarters and the name of your boss." I glared at him coldly.

"I can't..."

"Taneda-kun." I called a subordinate "Find me some oxytocin. And hurry up!"

"... Oxytocin...? What's... What's that for...?" His eyes widened "What are you going to do to my wife...?!"

"Oxytocin is a hormone that helps during the delivery." I explained "Thanks, Taneda-kun. It initiates the contractions of the uterus when the baby is ready to go out."

"What...? Are you crazy...?!" He pulled onto his restraints "Stop that!! Right now!!"

"A location and a name, that's all I ask for." I pressed the tip of the syringe against the woman's tummy "Now."

"Alright!! Alright..." He gave up, lowering his head "Our headquarters... They are in an abandoned warehouse of the port, number seventy three... The boss' name is Samejima Seiji... That's all I can tell..."

"That's all I asked for." I put the syringe on the tray "Thanks for your cooperation."

"Will you... Will you let my wife go...? With the baby...?" He asked in a breath.

"I am in a good mood." I declared "Usually, I would have no qualms about killing all of you there, right now, but I will let you go. That will be today's good deed."

"... Really...?"

"Really." I confirmed "Obviously, it won't be free, but if you disappear from Japan, I'll consider you dead. Oh, and..."

I pulled out my gun and shot at his hip, making him yell in pain.

"You at least deserve becoming crippled for putting me through the trouble of actually getting your wife there." I shrugged, standing up "But you were right. You'll leave that place alive. Now, put a bag on their heads and escort them toward the airport. I believe they have a long journey ahead..."

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FORTY FOUR - THE HARD STUFF

LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story

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Word Count: 2,150ish

Summary: Bailey tries to understand her place in the whole Accords situation while trying to be there for both Tony and Steve.

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I was still sobbing into my knees against the fence line when Tony left the common room and went looking for me. When he couldn’t find me in my room, the lab, or the training room, FRIDAY finally informed him of my whereabouts when he was just about to call for a search party. I heard a suit flying towards me, but didn’t bother to lift my head from my knees. I knew it was Tony and I knew why he was coming. He landed and immediately knelt down in front of me, his helmet disappearing into his suit.

“Kid,” worry was in every bit of his tone, “What are you doing all the way out here? What’s wrong?”

“I know about the Accords,” I whispered, still not lifting my head up.

“What? How?”

“It’s not that hard to break into the security room. I saw the whole meeting with Secretary Ross and even some of what followed.”

“Why did you—“

I snapped my head up and began to frustratedly wipe away my tears. “Vision told me that you didn’t want me at the meeting. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. You want me on a list?”

Tony shook his head quickly. “You’re miss understanding the situation—“

“And General Ross believes that there are more enhanced beings here than just Wanda. I’ve sensed it. And if he finds out the truth, if the Accords go through, I will be one of the first people on the registry. Do you really want to risk that?”

“No, of course not! I won’t let that happen. They won’t be able to get to you.” He went to rest a reassuring hand on my knee, but I moved away.

“But then that would be breaking the Accords, wouldn’t it? Since I’m pretty sure you’ve already signed them.” I swiftly stood up and began pacing, trying to control the growing anger in me.

“It’s not breaking them if you’re not in the public eye. Like 3 people outside this compound know who you really are and what you’re capable of, and I know that they won’t rat you out. You will not be put on the registry. I promise.”

“What is the point of you signing the Accords if you are just going to turn around and break them? Huh?” He didn’t answer, so I took a deep breath and continued on. “Be honest with me… You were never going to let me become an official member of the team, were you?”

“Bailey, I—“

“I know, I know. You’re just trying to protect me, you were going to tell me when the time was right. Blah, blah, blah… I’ve heard it all before! But I can protect myself. Do you know what I need more than protection? I need a father. A father who trusts me, who has faith and believes in me. A father who cares about my wants, my desires, my needs. Who will cheer me on and support me. And I need my family. The Accords will tear my family apart. Can’t you see that? The only true family I have ever known will be gone. Please, Dad, find another way. There has to be another way.”

“I’m sorry.” He quickly grabbed my hand. “I really am. I’m just doing what I believe is right.”

“I don’t need to hear an apology. I need you to show me that you’re sorry. And to keep my family together. I can’t bare to lose them. Any of them. Haven’t we all been through enough?” I took a deep breath once again, gaining the courage to hopefully get him where I wanted him. Where I believed he needed to be. “Haven’t I been through enough?”

He looked down and then nodded. I stared at him until he finally looked me in the eyes. “I will do my best to keep everyone together. But I can’t make the choice for others.” He took a deep breath. “I’m needed in Vienna in three days to help ratify the Accords.” He put one of his suited hands on my cheek. “I’m going to keep you off the list and everyone together, I promise.”

“I wish I could believe you,” I whispered.

“You can… You can.”

I watched him in silence for a moment, trying so hard not to peek into his thoughts. I so very badly wanted to know what exactly was going through his head. I also wanted him to ask about my full thoughts on the Accords, but that might be putting too much faith in him. Tony finally looked at me again and spoke up.

“Now enough government talk. I want to spend time with my favorite daughter. Come on,” He said grabbing me by the waist, “Let’s go eat some ice cream.” I wanted to fight him more on this, but I knew it was pointless. He was done with the conversation so there was no point in continuing. His mask shut and we lifted off. The roof to the lab opened up and we landed in it. He set me down and then his suit opened up. “So what flavor of ice cream do we want tonight?”

“Cookies and Cream. Can I change and shower real quick though? I trained a bit before everything, and I’m beginning to smell.”

“That’s what that smell is? Make it quick, kid.” He sent me a wink.

I let out a laugh as I jogged off to my room. I sprinted up the stairs and then down the hall. I slowed down when I noticed that my bedroom door was open. I remember closing it when I left it last. I carefully peaked around the corner, wondering who could possibly be in there. Steve was sitting there on my bed. I could sense a strong sadness in him.

“Steve?” I questioned as I walked in, “What’s wrong? What are you doing in here?”

He quickly stood up. “I— um—“ He nervously paused, “I was just— just coming in to check on you.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah?” I didn’t fully believe him. “Is this about the Accords?”

“I know you overheard what happened in the conference room. I just wanted to hear how you are feeling about… well, about everything.”

“Oh—“ I started pulling clothes out of my dresser, “I— I do believe that the Avengers need to be put in check. But I don’t believe that enhanced people should be put on a list.”

“I don’t trust the government to be able to put us in check.”

“I know, Steve, I know. I don’t either. But the Accords are going to be ratified no matter what and then I’ll really never be able to leave this compound again. It’s not like I’ve ever really been able to leave anyway, but whatever. Plus it doesn’t matter what I think, because I’m a nobody. I’m not an official member of the team, so I’m not allowed to choose whether to sign the Accords or not sign them, and I’m not publicly known as Tony’s daughter. My opinion doesn’t matter.”

Steve came up to me from behind, put a hand on my waist and turned me around. “Your opinion always matters to me. And you are definitely not a nobody.”

“You were right though…”

“About what?”

“If they find out my abilities, they’d run tests on me.”

“I wouldn’t ever let that happen.” He brushed some hair out of my face. “I will always keep you safe. They won’t be able to hurt you… Remember my promise?”

“Of course,” I whispered. “You promised to protect me and that you’d always keep the promises you’d make to me.” I sighed. “You won’t always be able to keep them though…”

“I’ll do my hardest to try.”

He lovingly pulled me into a kiss. My hands found their way to his neck to keep him close. His arms held me close to him like this could be the last time he would ever held me. I pulled back when I felt I tear on my cheek, and I knew it wasn’t mine. Something else was definitely up. I could feel it, but I didn’t want to search is mind to find out the truth. I wanted to hear it from his lips.

“Steve?” I tried to get him to look at me. “Steve, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Peggy.” That’s all I needed to hear. I knew what he was going to say. She was gone.

“I’m so sorry Steve.” I wrapped my arms around him. “I’m so sorry. What can I do?”

“I don’t know… The funeral’s in London, in a few days. I’m flying out in the morning. I… I wish that I could take you with me. I don’t think I can do this without you.”

“I wish that I could go with you as well, Steve. And you aren’t doing anything without me. I’m always a phone call away and always in here.” I put a finger on his chest, right above his heart. “I’m always right here.”

“Thank you.” He gently kissed my head. “I should go pack.”

“Yeah, Tony’s waiting for me down in the lab.”

“I love you.” He gave me a quick kiss.

“I love you too.” I caught his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as he turned to walk away.

He walked out with a sadness about him that I had never felt, especially from him. He really did love her. It was a different love than the one we shared, and I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

I hurried into my bathroom and turned on the shower. I put on some music and turned it all the way up. I was rocking in that shower. It was always a good way for me to clear my head and relax a little. I jammed to two songs and then got out when I figured that Tony was probably done waiting for me. I quickly put my hair up in a bun and got some exercise leggings and a sweatshirt on. I skipped down hall and all the way into the lab. I swung open the door and Tony looked up from his computer screens.

“What took you so long?” He asked.

“Oh, I was talking to Steve. He stopped by to tell me that he’s heading to London tomorrow,” I answered.

Tony looked back at the screens and continued to move things around. “What for?”

“Personal reasons,” I lied. Part of me knew that Tony would want to know about Agent Carter’s death, but I didn’t want to be the one to break it to him.

“You and Rogers seem really close these days. Practically attached at the hip.”

“We’re just friends,” I quickly tried to shrug him off.

Tony glanced up at me from over at his workstation. I could tell he was starting to get suspicious. He looked back down at his screens.

“I don’t think he sees it that way,” he muttered.

“What makes you think that?” I wondered as I moved over to my own workstation.

“He was just very wor— no, very distressed about your place in the whole Accords situation.”

“Steve’s just looking out for me.” I pushed some buttons, causing my suit’s blueprints to show up on the table.

“Yeah, I guess…” Tony mumbled. He finally looked up, squinting his eyes to see what I was working on. “What you got there kid?” He stood up to try to see better.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” I dimmed the screen. I wasn’t ready for the fight that would ensue when he found out what I was working on.

“Oh, nothing, is it?” He sat back down with a playful smirk plastered on his face. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I had FRIDAY mirror your table on mine. FRIDAY?”

“On it Boss.”

“Dad, no! FRIDAY!” My table was quickly mirrored onto Tony’s. He immediately began to swipe through my sketches and blueprints.

“Interesting,” he mumbled.

“Please don’t be mad. I was going to tell you. I was just waiting—“

“Just waiting until you were finished with it, right?” He didn’t look at me as he spoke.

“Dad, I—“

“FRIDAY, I think it’s time.”

“Should I unlock section B?” She asked.

“Unlock it and bring it up,” Tony directed as he walked over to me.

“What’s going on?” I looked at him, completely confused.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded.

“Why? What are you do—“

He put his large, rough hands over my eyes. “Just do it. My hands are just a precaution.”

“Fine,” I huffed and closed my eyes.

“Bring it all the way up, FRI.” It was the longest fifteen seconds of my life, before Tony spoke up again. “Okay. You can look in 3, 2, 1…”

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a sarawat x tine drabble. part 1

Tine saw that something had changed in Sarawat’s eyes after he had come back from talking to Pear. Even though he couldn‘t quite place the emotion, he knew something was wrong and being the curious man that he was, he asked Sarawat about it. What he didn‘t expect was for Wat to huff and leave him.

Of course Tine couldn‘t just let it be and ran after his friend. Barely catching him, damn Wat‘s football training, Tine grabbed his arm and effectively stopped Sarawat. Clearly annoyed, the other boy glared at him. “What is it?” he snorted. “I have no idea what just happened but something is clearly wrong with you. What happened? Did your fans annoy you again or did you realize you forgot to do an assignment on time?” God, Sarawat was boiling internally, why was Tine so dense?

Before he could stop himself, he blurted something out, that had not only Tine freeze on the spot, but also himself. Fuck. Did he really just confess to Tine? With the other boy understanding his intentions?! Oh, good God, please have mercy on me, please let Tine be as unknowing as all the other times before, pleaded Sarawat. ‘No! It‘s because you‘re so obtuse and don‘t even notice that your flirting hurts me because I like you!”

But the gods weren‘t merciful with him today, because Tine‘s mouth was still opened in shock and he pointed from Sarawat and then to himself. “You- You like me?!” As Sarawat had already said too much to turn the situation around, he (hopefully) appeared calm as he decided to reply “Yes. I‘ve liked you for such a long time! And I‘ve told you on so many instinces that I feel more than just friendship for you but you never realized it. You never once took me seriously.”

With Wat‘s emphasis on ‘such a long time‘ Tine seemed to have finally fully absorbed the new information, that caught him oh so off-guard. He would‘ve guessed so many different things – from indigestion to stress with his family or school problems, but not that Sarawat, his friend Sarawat, liked him more than he ever could. Guilt clouded Tine‘s thoughts and Sarawat visibly gulped, when he saw him starting to bite his lips and lower his eyes. Wat knew. He knew that Tine didn‘t think of him in the same way he did but actually seeing Tine confirming his presumptions felt like he was being stabbed in the heart.

“Wat,” Tine softly started talking, finally looking at him again “I‘m so sorry. I always thought that everything you did was for show. I truly didn‘t know. I am deeply sorry. Especially because I can‘t reciprocrate the feelings. Wat, I love you like a friend, like a brother but not as more.” Sarawat felt tears pool in his eyes. He didn‘t want to show this weakness in front of Tine so he tried to swallow all of the sadness and raised his head to look at Tine. What he didn‘t expect was to literally start sobbing when he met Tine‘s incredibly soft and sorry eyes. He saw it in them, his friend was being genuine.

Wat was incredibly angry at himself, why did he have to blurt out the true nature of his feelings in a way that Tine actually took them serious for once? He wanted to slap himself for being so unresponsible. Did he just ruin his only really close friendship with his confession? Did he break their bond? Could they ever go back to being as comfortable as friends as they were before – with Sarawat pining after Tine without him knowing and flirting in front of the school with the reason to protect him from Green?

Sarawat didn’t know how much time had passed since he started crying. What he knew though was that Tine‘s try to calm him down – a few awkward pats on the shoulder – only worsened the situation. He had to get away from him or else he would break, right here in front of the man, who just broke his heart. “Tine. Tine, I need time for myself. Go. I need to go.” he stumbled over the words as tears still flowed from his eyes. Without waiting for Tine to answer, he turned around and ran.

Sarawat didn’t know how he had made it to his dorm wihtout getting into an accident, but he was very thankful for the familarity that waited him in his small apartment. With that also hit the familarity of having Tine with him. Cuddled in his blankets he thought of the many times, that Tine had showed up at his doorstep with the plea of being fed on his lips or him forcing Tine to help clean up his room or Tine with his guitar sitting on Wat’s bed waiting for him to show him how to play a new chord or teaching him to play a Scrubb song. Slowly, Sarawat felt the tears coming to a stop. The pain, however, didn’t subside. It had turned into a dull ache that made it hard to breath for him. He still, somehow, fell asleep that night.

He knew that he should probably call his little brother in the morning. As much as he hated to admit it, but he loved him lots and knew that he would have his back, no matter what – and being one of the few people to know of Sarawat’s real feelings for Tine also played a crucial part in that decision.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

#tine x sarawat #2gether #2gether the series #.mtw #asianlgbtqdramas

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lunavadash-creates · 4 years

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Lost and Found

Finally, I decided to write something in English. It wasn’t easy, but I hope that you will enjoy this little prologue. This story begins only because of the support I received from an amazing author. @storytimefromthecreed pushed me through my doubts and insecurities. And the biggest hug for Baccano, who check this story, helped me and also pushed me to do this. Thank you both! So now - enjoy.

Also - sometimes I’m so damn stupid stupid so I accidentally deleted this story Now I have to post it again ;.;

Warnings: mention of death, Assassin’s Creed Black Flag spoiler

Prologue

The memory of the promise she made back then was still burning inside her as she slowly approached his house. It looked the same as the day she left it; absurdly big and weirdly symmetric, but… something was wrong, she could feel something dark and heavy crawling inside her guts making her feel uneasy. The whole surrounding of the house was full of armoured guards in unfamiliar outfits. She frowned and made a few steps back, hiding behind a corner. She walked from the port up here and her legs were already numb, she wasn’t in a position to start a fight with those men when her body was weakened, even if she wanted her answers right now. She was fully aware that time was moving differently when she was out but it couldn’t be that long, right?

Not too happy she decided to leave the mansion for now and found the information in a different way, starting from learning what year it was. She, of course, couldn’t ask a random person, it would be strange and suspicious but finding an abandoned newspaper wasn’t really hard. Not in a city like this. The hard part was seeing the date. March 1756. For a second, she felt dizziness, but the thought that she disappeared for twenty years was overwhelming. For her, it was like two or three years tops! And yet here she was, surrounded but unknown people, in a city that didn’t seem to be friendly to her anymore. She looked around finally noticing all the details of her surroundings, especially people that were looking at her with strange expressions. Her clothes were standing out, but what could she expect? In was two whole decades, of course, that fashion changed during this time! She really had no idea that so much time passed like in a blink of an eye. After a short while of insecurity, she decided to find another place, a calm spot where she would be safe enough to wait until the nightfall. With legs hurting and her conscience uneasy it was hard to wait those few hours, but she was taught patience and now she finally could use that skill. This once.

She found a little café where she used to sit in with her friends, at least this one place looked like time’s influence had missed it. She even ordered the same thing as twenty years ago, a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin. She sat at the table and again a little sigh escaped her lips, her thoughts were spinning like crazy around every memory connected to this place. It was so hard to believe that she missed… everything. When she rose her glaze from the tea, she saw that table in the corner, it was occupied at the moment, but she remembered the first time she came here. She sat next to the window and that little, adorable boy decided to sit on her knees despite his father warning. But that child was just so cute, she immediately fell in love with him. On that day he was like five years old and she was able to see him growing for some time. But how old he was when she left? Eight maybe, nine? Something like that. She hugged him and gave him a little pearl she had found during her travel. She hugged her best friend and his wife, then promised him that one day she will be back, hopefully very soon.

She was so happy for them and the thought that they might be… no. It couldn’t be true. They probably moved somewhere when situation here became dangerous. That had to be it. Soon she will find them all, and they will be laughing at her stupid insecurity. With a better mood, she finished her muffin and tea it was evening. She left the café to get ready.

When it was finally dark, she made her move, getting closer to the manor, she found a lonely guard, standing in the darkness. He looked tired and hangover, but it meant he was vulnerable. A good target to begin with. She took a gold coin from her pocket and stepped closer.

‘Freeze! No trespassing’ the guard shouted, pointing his gun at her. She slowly rose her hands, making sure that the man could see the coin glistened under the moonlight.

‘I only have a few questions. You will not regret answering them’ she ensured the man, who looked at her suspiciously, never putting his gun down. But he didn’t really stop her from closing the distance between them.

‘What happened to the previous owner of this manor? What happened to that family’

‘Dead. I heard that almost the whole family had been murdered.’

‘Almost? There were children, what happened to them?’ she asked much more hesitantly that she would like to. She couldn’t let her feeling betray her but… hearing his words were so excruciating.

‘I know for sure that boy was taken. He came here a few years ago before departed for the New World. That’s all I know, so that lovely coin of yours should definitely stay with me now’ the smirk on his face was terrible and disgusting, making her sick at the sight. She reached out her hand to the man and dropped the gold coin, but before the man could catch it, she stabbed him in the throat. His body collapsed on the ground with blood leaving his veins, his eyes still in shock as he didn’t even have time to make a sound. She quickly moved his body to hid it in the nearby bush, it would give her a little bit more time to explore the mansion. She denied to believe that her best friend was dead, she had to see this with her own two eyes, so what other choice did she have?

Breaking in was hard, there were a lot of armoured guards surrounding the mansion like it contained some kind of hidden treasure. And who knows, maybe there was something so valuable that needed to be protected at all cost. They looked like mercenaries so probably whatever was hidden inside was worth paying for protection. She frowned, hiding beside a pillar, waiting for the nearest guard to move away before she jumped inside through the open window. The room was filled up with darkness but it didn’t stop her from investigating the house. She was here a few times and still remembered the way to his room like it was craved in her brain. Up the stairs, turn right, second door on the left. But before she managed to make the first step, she seen the proof that man she killed and hid in a bush indeed told her the truth. This place wasn’t safe anymore, it was a lost cause and her best friend was dead. A huge Templar symbol was hung on the wall in front of the entrance like a trophy. Proof that this place belonged to them and no one could question their dominance. She felt sick on that thought and controlled by a silly rage she just ripped that stupid sign and tossed it across the hall, wanted it to disappeared from her sight. The sound of ripped material alarmed a guard who quickly came back to the room only to see a woman who shouldn’t be here. He was as heavily armoured as the rest, who were surrounding this place. Orders he got were clear – kill every person who tries to break in and so he intended to do. He attacked the startled woman without hesitation or mercy and soon she was forced to save herself by dropping a smoke bomb. Running for her life as fast as she could on legs that weren’t used to the effort like this anymore. Unfortunately, the detonation of the bomb created more commotion, so now quite a lot of people knew of her presence. She swore silently under her breath, it didn’t go as planned, not at all.

Soon all those people, guards, templars, some kind of a freaking gang of mercenaries, started to look for her, an intruder who might want to interrupt their plan. They were looking for a reckless assassin, who broke into the templar base in the middle of the night, created a commotion and just run away like it was all a childish play. She was angry at herself for this stupid rage but right now it was already too late to change it. Besides, every cloud has a silver lining, the same men who were looking for her were the one who kept the information she needed. And now, after killing bunch of templar’s dogs, she was finally sure – Haytham Kenway was still alive, living in New World far across the globe and now it was up to her to find him at all costs, to keep a promise made almost two decades ago.

Even though it was dangerous for her to wander around the city right now, she still decided to pay a visit to the local cemetery, to find a certain grave, before she will leave for the New World. Holding blue flowers in hands, she searched the area for a few hours until she finally found the one she was looking for. She crouched next to the grave, placing flowers, gladioluses, on the ground and released a great deep sigh.

‘I’m so sorry Edward that it took me so long to came back. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there to save you’ she said silently. It hurt so badly and her heart was painfully clenched as she was looking at elegant letters forming into a name of Edward James Kenway. Died on 3rd of December 1735. Only a few weeks after she left. Hot tears started to pour down her cheeks as she held back a sob for a few moments. Soon it became unbearable and she started crying, hiding face in her hands. Edward was dead and she felt guilty and alone, he didn’t deserve a fate like this. He was supposed to finally settle down and live happily! Not be dead, lying in a cold grave! And children, he had children who were supposed to grow up with amazing father, surrounded by love and prosperity.

‘I promise you, Edward, once again. I will find your son and I will take care of him. Protect him like I couldn’t do with you. This time I will not fail you, my dearest’ she said determined and then she finally stood up. Her gaze was focused on the river and soon she was on her way again.

A few weeks later a man knocked on Haytham’s office door before he walked in. He looked scared, a piercing glaze of Haytham Kenway made him look away and shuddered a little. But he had a task, information, he needed to provide at once and the possible consequences of not fulfilling the order were severe.

‘My apologies Master Kenway. We got in information from London about a female assassin who is looking for you. She barged into your house, killed a few of our men to gain information about your whereabouts and now we are worried that soon she will be here. What should we do, what are the orders?’

Haytham rose an eyebrow and moved papers in front of him before he straightened on his seat. A silent sigh escaped his mouth. He couldn’t really consider this situation as a problem because of one assassin? Against whole Templar Order? Against him?

‘What do you think Master Cormac? Should I be worried about my well-being?’ he asked calmly, but he knew better than that, that he was safe, having next to him ruthless assassin hunter. Shay rose from the couch and stretched a little bit.

‘No. She’s a deadwoman if she thinks she can get to us. No assassin can stop the order’ and with a smirk, he departed with the man. Looks like soon another hunt will begin.

#actsquad #shay cormac #haytham kenway #shay patric cormac #assassin's creed #ac rouge #assassin's creed rogue #luna writes #fanfiction #oc

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broadwayyaddict · 4 years

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Protective

Jasmine stared at the test, almost in shock at what it read. She picked up the other two, feeling tears well up at the plus signs. She sunk down onto the floor, dropping her head into her hands. Where they ready for a baby? Would Anthony even want a baby before they were married? She took a shaky breath, wringing her hands together.

She quickly stood as she heard the door open, splashing some water onto her face to hide the fact that she had been crying.

She threw the tests in the garbage, burying them so he wouldn't suspect anything.

"Jas, you home?" Anthony called, not seeing his fiancé anywhere.

"Yeah, yeah I'm up here," she responded, coming downstairs.

"Hi baby girl," he said, putting his arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. "How was your day?"

"It was good, we're running ahead of schedule, so hopefully we'll finish filming earlier," she told him.

"Oh, that's good," he said. "I've been looking forward to spending some more time with you." He kissed her a couple times, then went to put his stuff away. Jasmine took a deep breath, lacing her hands together to hide the shakiness.

A few days passed and Jasmine still hadn't told or planned to tell Anthony. She was freaking out silently every time a symptom showed, especially the morning sickness.

Anthony noticed something was up, but he didn't want to push her and couldn't exactly pinpoint it.

Jasmine felt like absolute crap one day, almost feeling too sick to go in. Anthony had left earlier than her so he didn't see how horrible she was feeling. She was debating whether or not to get up but she got her answer when the wave of nausea hit.

She scrambled out of bed, running to the bathroom and hunching over the toilet. The nausea hit harder this morning and she broke down sobbing and shaking.

She leaned back, placing her hands on her stomach. "I'm so sorry bubba," she whispered. "I promise I'll make everything okay."

She took a deep breath, getting herself cleaned up and leaving for work. She thought the nervousness would dissipate over the day, but she increasingly felt worse and worse.

By the time she got home, she collapsed on the couch, feeling tears slip out again. She forced herself to sit up, closing her eyes and placing her hand on her forehead. She felt nauseous again, but also lightheaded which made it worse.

She chalked it up to stress and placed her hand on her forehead. "No more of this," she mumbled. "I have to tell him tomorrow."

As soon as Anthony got home, he immediately noticed something was up.

"Hey Jas, you sure you're okay?" He asked for the fiftieth time.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine," she responded. "Just a long day."

"You don't look okay baby," he said. "Are you sure you can make dinner? I can make it if you need to rest."

"I'll be okay Ant," she told him, ignoring the dizziness and kissing his cheek. "You go relax."

He sighed, going upstairs to unpack his bag. He was almost finished when he heard a thump downstairs and immediately stood up.

"Jas?" he said, racing downstairs when he didn't hear an answer.

The sight he saw made his heart drop into his stomach and he panicked. Jasmine was laying unconscious on the floor with a bowl and food spilled around her.

He rushed to her, propping her up and taking her hand.

"Jas, Jas can you hear me?" he asked frantically. "Fuck this, we're going to the hospital."

He picked her up, carrying her down to the car. He kept his fingers laced with hers in the car, blinking back tears so he was able to drive. He rushed into the er, still carrying her, explaining the situation to the doctors.

They took her to run some tests while Anthony sat in the living room, filling out paperwork.

He was able to go back to her half an hour later, relieved to see she was awake.

"Hi," she said softly, reaching out for him.

He took her hand, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. "Hey," he responded.

"Miss Jones?" the doctor said, coming in and looking at her clipboard. "We've determined that there were two factors that caused you to faint. An extreme amount of stress which usually doesn't lead to passing out, but your pregnancy also contributed to it."

Jasmine felt the color drain from her face and Anthony stood in shock, trying to process what she had just said. He tried to think of something to say but was interrupted by the doctor.

"Passing out during pregnancy can be very serious," she told them. "It can cause premature birth as well as other complications so make sure you and your doctor are monitoring this very closely."

Jasmine nodded, swallowing thickly and look up at Anthony who still looked like he was in shock.

The two of them were silent on the way home, with Jasmine leaning her head against the window, trying not to cry.

Anthony barely looked at her when they got home and Jasmine felt a knot developing in her stomach.

"Are you mad?" she asked quietly, breaking the silence between them.

He turned around and the emotionless look on his face made her even more scared.

"We're having a baby," he whispered, smiling a little bit.

"Yeah," she said, feeling a bit better seeing his smile.

"We're having a baby," he said again, getting a little bit louder. "Oh my god Jas."

He ran to her, picking her up and kissing her. "We're having a baby!" he exclaimed and she laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"I love you so much," he said, kissing her again.

"I love you too bub," she responded, cupping his face.

"And no, I'm not mad at you," he joked, both of them laughing.

"On a more serious tone though, do you think they'll be okay?" he asked. "The doctor said that passing out during pregnancy can be dangerous."

"We'll be okay Ant," she responded. "I'll make sure they're safe."

...

A few months later Jasmine was put on bed rest after she had passed out once again. She was barely at six months which meant staying in bed for 3 months at most. Their doctor had warned them there was a very likely of their daughter being born early.

"Jas I'm home!" Anthony called from downstairs. He came into their room, holding a bag and looking very excited.

"What did you do?" she asked, laughing.

"Nothin'" he mumbled, sitting down on the bed next to her. "How are you an' bubba doing?"

"We're good," she said, reaching for the bag as he held it away from her and laughing. "Tell me what's in the bag."

"Alright alright fine," he responded, opening the bag. "I got some baby books and maybe some more clothes."

Jasmine laughed, setting her hand on her bump. "You're more of a sucker for baby clothes than I am."

"I got this book which is about how to stay healthy when you're dealing with the chance of premature birth," he said, pulling out the book.

"Ant, that's so sweet," she said, taking the book.

"I just want to make sure the two of you are gonna be okay," he mumbled.

"I know Ant," she said, cupping his cheek. "Don't worry, we're doing everything to make sure she's healthy."

He nodded, kissing her a couple times. "And I also got something for you too," he said, pulling out some chocolate.

Her face lit up and she smiled, kissing his cheek. "You spoil me," she told him, wrapping her arm around his neck.

"Doesn't matter, I'll do anything for my girls," he mumbled, kissing her and placing his hand on her bump. She smiled, moving onto his lap.

"Bubba an' I love you," she told him, placing her hand over his.

"I love you two also," he responded and they both looked up when they felt the small flutters against their hands.

"Hi bubba," he said, leaning down and kissing her stomach.

"Someone knew we were talking about her," Jasmine laughed.

"She's a smart little one," he responded. "And strong too."

"We'll be okay Ant," she whispered.

"I know," he said. "But I still don't like leaving you alone cause I'm worried somethin' will happen to you."

"We're not going anywhere bub," she told him, gently kissing him.

"We'll be okay?" he asked, looking up at her.

"We'll be okay," she responded.

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writinginstardust · 5 years

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Do Anything | Part 4

Pairing: Tyler Jones x reader

Warnings: some violence

A/N: Last part guys. You ready for the happy (ish) ending? I have a real weak spot for angsty reunions and kisses and confessions fuelled by almost losing the person you love so I hope to god I managed to do that justice here. Need to thank @writingbychelle for all the help and motivation she gave me while writing this fic. I wrote most of part 2 as well as all of part 3 and 4 in one day and I don’t think I could have managed pretty much any of it without her x

Word Count: 1653

I knew Tyler meant for me to go to the control deck where Cat and Fin were probably waiting but I couldn’t just leave him. I did do as he asked and stayed on the ship though, hovering by the airlock door and watching everything unfold. It felt so wrong not to go and help but I was in no condition to be anything but a hindrance right now. We’d all seen just how little use I’d be already. So I watched. Heart hammering as things got messy and the squad put their lives in danger yet again.

Auri was a sight to behold. She’d clearly been training a lot in the last month or so and was in total control of her frightening level of power. That would be why everyone had seemed so quietly confident. With Auri doing what she was, we really could get out of this alive. All of us this time.

As I watched, she turned 20 agents - TDF and GIA alike - into little more than piles of mush, barely pausing before pulling the weapons of half the force from their hands and turning them on their former owners. The disruptor fire that followed was deafening, the TDF and the squad firing on each other at once. After throwing a few more swaths of troops backwards, Auri made a run for it and it was honestly frightening.

Her eye was still glowing as she directed her power to do something, what I couldn’t tell though, and raced towards me, face like a raging storm. I almost pitied the agents that had come up against her. Almost. But not really. They could all rot in hell.

The ship came alive beneath me as Auri reached the airlock and collapsed on the ground beside me, quickly turning to face the opening again. It was only then that I realised what she was doing as her power slipped away from her trip. She was holding back the disruptor blasts and keeping the ships grounded. All of them at once. Great Maker she was strong.

Tyler, Scarlett, Zila, and Kal piled into the airlock and Cat took off, not waiting to get it closed much like last time. It closed automatically at a certain altitude anyway. It slid shut and the decompression cycle ran. The moment it was done and the inner door slid open, Kal took off running with Auri in his arms, Tyler and Zila not far behind.

Scarlett helped me to my feet and threw my arm over her shoulder, half dragging me as we ran through the halls to the control deck. The chaos continued, more of an organised chaos this time though. Auri was situated at an auxiliary station, staring intently out of the window, eye still glowing fiercely. Was she ever going to run out of power? Tyler was helping Cat maneuver through the mass of ships firing on us, all the while frantically punching coordinates into the Nav systems. Kal and Zila were trying to return fire and actually hit something.

I slumped into the chair beside Auri that Scarlett led me over to. She helped me buckle up as I tried to figure out what it was Auri was doing now. My answer came soon enough when the battle cruiser I’d been captive on for the past month was torn in half. I gaped as Scarlett moved on and strapped Auri in too before heading to her own seat, I could kiss her right now. Now I’d never have to see that place again. Part of me wished that I could have destroyed it myself somehow but what mattered was that it was gone and with it, just about everyone who had hurt me.

“Everyone in?” Tyler asked, voice strained. A chorus of affirmations. “Cat, Auri, you ready?” They both nodded. “Alright. Punch it!”

The ship rocketed forward and I was pressed back into my seat. This ship had never moved so quickly, no ship I’d ever heard of had. I looked over to Auri. Her teeth were gritted, nails digging into the arms of her seat, blood trickling from her nose. She was doing this. And from the looks of it, she was also ripping apart half the ships around us.

We raced to the nearest foldgate. I knew this area. It should have taken at least 5 minutes. It didn’t even take 1.

The girls didn’t let up, Cat helping out by pushing the engines to the limits as we entered the fold. Colour faded away but Auri continued to shine like a beacon as she pushed us forward. My vision started to blur, the g-force becoming too much when added to the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins and the weak state of my body. It all faded away to nothing.

I woke up in pain in a bright room on a threadbare mattress. Panic surfaced instinctively. I was back in the cell, they’d come for me any moment. That week long reprieve was over. There was a hand gripping my own tightly and I instinctively jerked away, squeezing my eyes shut again and trying - and failing - to keep my breathing even.

“Shh, (Y/N), it’s okay. You’re okay.” That voice. I knew that voice. My heart started racing for a different reason.

“Tyler?” My voice sounded terrible and weak to my ears but it was loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah. It’s me.” I heard him shift and felt the mattress dip beside me. I hesitantly opened my eyes again, worried that when I did, he wouldn’t really be there. He was. I let out a choked sob and threw myself into his arms, my body screaming in protest. Everything flooded back. Finally leaving the battle cruiser, getting to the spaceport, seeing Tyler, Auri destroying everything, speeding away into the fold. Then it went blank. I had no idea where we were now.

“Is everyone…”

“They’re fine. No one’s hurt.”

“You shouldn’t’ve...Shouldn't have come. You could have been killed.” As I said it, I started crying harder. He’d come for me. He’d come. For me.

“So could you.”

“Tyler-”

“(Y/N). There is nothing in this galaxy or any other that could have stopped me. I will always come for you.”

“You’re an idiot,” I whispered into his shoulder as I held him closer.

“I’m not the one who volunteered to stay behind on an enemy ship.”

“I remember very clearly that you did.” He chuckled a little at that. “I’m glad it wasn’t you. I couldn’t bear it if it was you.”

“It should have been me.” I felt a tear drop onto my neck as his arms tightened around me and I gasped out in pain. He pulled back immediately, concern written in the lines of his face. I pulled him back though, not caring how much it hurt. Not being pressed against him for a second hurt more and I couldn’t stand that look on his face. “I’m so sorry,” he said softly, arms winding back around my waist.

“Don’t be. I’d do it all again if I had to.” His arms tightened again but he didn’t pull away when I hissed out a breath this time.

“Don’t you ever do something like that again. Promise me you won’t.” I hesitated for a moment. “Please.” And his voice was so broken I found myself agreeing.

“I promise.” I just hoped we never had to test that promise. I didn’t want to break it but I wouldn’t hesitate if it kept Tyler safe. I would do anything to keep him safe. “I love you,” I whispered as an afterthought. I suspected he might somehow have known I said it before but I needed him to hear it for sure. And I wanted to do it properly. Now the heat of the moment and the panic of imminent death was gone. Now there was nothing but the two of us, alone in a room on some far-off planet. There was space and time and no adrenaline to diminish the meaning behind the words.

“I love you too,” he replied. Such a simple declaration, but it was everything. The words settled in my heart and spread to every part of me. They changed everything but nothing at all.

He pulled back just enough to lean down and kiss me. It wasn’t the first time but I’d felt all the other kisses through pain and panic. Now though, now there was just him and the warm, steady press of his lips against mine.

I could tell he was holding back, trying not to hurt me, but I didn’t care if he did. I wasn’t going to break. I needed to feel everything. Threading my fingers through his hair, I deepened the kiss and with only a little hesitation he started kissing me with the raw desperation of that first kiss. It was what I needed right now. There would be a time for softness and gentle touches later. And it wasn’t as if I couldn’t feel the love he was pouring into it. It was in every flick of his tongue, every touch of his hands, every beat of his pounding heart. My own actions were filled with it too.

In the back of my mind, I knew this wasn’t it. We still had the fight of our lives ahead of us, one we didn’t even know for sure we could win, and even if we did, everything it took would haunt us forever and we wouldn’t be the same people by the end of it. We already weren’t. But the end of everything wasn’t going anywhere. It could wait for us. The universe owed us that much. And one day, hopefully, it would owe us so much more. It was only fair we had this for now, I thought. And for once the universe seemed to agree.

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tornbetween2loves · 5 years

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My Happiness Comes From You

Patience and Understanding

This fic is part 3 of my Driam series, My Happiness Comes From You. It fulfills an old prompt left over from the July challenges, Sunset. It was given to me by my good friend @kennaxval Sorry it’s so late. This series is my attempt to give Driam a happy ending. Parts of this series may be NS*W, this part however is pure angst.

Word Count: 2234

All characters belong to Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them.

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Drake finished setting up camp shortly before dinner time. He had just pierced some hot dogs to cook over the fire when he heard the sound of rustling leaves at the edge of camp. He groaned and rolled his eyes as he saw Liam and Bastien push through the bushes into the clearing. He turned back to his hot dogs, ignoring them as they set down their packs and Bastien began pitching his tent. Liam looked over at Drake with longing. It had been a week since the coronation and Drake had kept his distance from Liam. The distance between them was physically draining Liam, he knew he had made a huge mistake. He couldn’t eat or sleep or focus. Liam fumbled as he tried to set up his own tent, finally throwing the poles down in frustration. Bastien walked over and put a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “Allow me, your majesty. You should go talk to Drake.” Liam smiled gratefully at Bastien as he ran his hands through his hair. “Thanks Bas.”

He walked over and sat down next to Drake. Without making eye contact, or saying a word, Drake handed Liam a stick with a hot dog on the end. Liam took the stick and held his hot dog over the fire. The two men sat in silence, cooking their hot dogs, as they had done hundreds of times over the course of their lives. But this time was different. There was so much tension hanging in the air between them. There had never been tension between them. Never. Liam felt a pang of guilt and hot tears stung his eyes as he concentrated his focus on his hot dog. He pulled the stick from the fire to examine the hot dog, then stuck it back in the fire.

Drake’s voice was flat. “Be careful. You know you don’t like them crispy.” Liam turned his attention from the hot dog to Drake’s face. It was void of emotion, flat just like his voice. Liam couldn’t help but visually cringe as he pulled his hot dog from the fire. “Got any buns?” Drake tossed the package of hot dog buns in his direction wordlessly. Every action from Drake pierced right through Liam’s heart. He opened the package and removed two buns. He offered one to Drake. The two of them sat in silence as they ate their hot dogs. A few minutes later they were joined by Bastien. He took one of the sticks and pierced a hot dog then sat down on the opposite side of the fire. He looked back and forth between the two men as he stuck his hot dog into the fire.

Bastien continued to observe the two men, eating in misery, as he finished cooking his hot dog. He asked Drake to pass him a bun and used the bun to slide the hot dog off the stick before he spoke. He locked his eyes on Drake, then Liam. “You two need to talk. You will never work past this if you don’t communicate your feelings.” He stood up with his hot dog in hand. “I’m going to take a walk. When I come back maybe we can make s’mores?” He turned and took a trail into the woods.

The two men sat in silence for a long while. Then Liam hit his breaking point. He took a deep breath and looked at Drake. “I know you’re angry. I don’t blame you. But please know that I still have every intention of being with you. I need you, Drake. By my side. Always.” His voice was pleading as he searched Drake’s face for signs of emotion. But Drake was the stoic one today. He refused to look at Liam, instead watching the dancing flames of the fire in front of them. Liam felt as if he might crawl out of his skin. He had never not been able to get through to Drake. His voice was barely a hoarse whisper as he looked at Drake with tears welled in his eyes. “Please, Drake. Talk to me. Yell at me. Be angry. Do something. This silence is killing me.”

Drake sighed and turned to lock eyes with Liam for the first time. His tears overflowed as Liam sobbed. “Please. I need you, Drake. You are my rock. I can’t do any of this without you.” He reached out and laid a hand on Drake’s arm. “My happiness comes from you.” Drake snatched his arm out of Liam’s reach as anger raged in his eyes. “Your happiness comes from me??? Bullshit.” He stood up and paced back and forth in front of the campfire as he took deep breaths to try and calm himself down. He stopped in front of Liam. “If that were true I’d be wearing the ring with that same inscription right now. You’ve acted like a coward. How am I supposed to believe a word that comes out of your mouth? You promised me everything, all I ever wanted was you. Then snatched it away without a second thought. I-I don’t…..” His voice faltered and cracked as he wiped his wet cheeks. He looked directly into Liam’s eyes with deep sorrow as his voice came out barely a whisper. “I don’t think I can trust you anymore.” He hung his head and his shoulders slumped as he turned and wondered over to the edge of the campsite.

It was Drake’s favorite place to set up camp. His father had brought him here when he was a young boy, then after he died Bastien used to bring him and Liam camping fairly frequently. The campsite was perched on top of a cliff, offering an amazing view of the valley below. And it faced west, so it also was an amazing place to watch the sunset. It was not quite late enough for that yet, but that’s what was on Drake’s mind as he stood at the edge of the cliff and took in the familiar view of the valley below. How many times had he watched the sunset with Liam in his lifetime? More than he could count. Could he live with never watching another? He sighed deeply and shook his head. He knew the answer. He turned around slowly to find Liam standing directly behind him, a pleading look on his face.

“Li, I am trying to move past this. I really am. But this hurts really bad. Please just respect that I need some time.” He turned away and followed the path Bastien took earlier into the woods.

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Bastien was not surprised at all when Drake pushed through the bushes into the small clearing where he was sitting on a makeshift bench made from a fallen tree and two stumps. He was silent as Drake sat down next to him and immediately started to sob. Wordlessly, he wrapped an arm around Drake’s shoulders and for a long while the only sound was sobs. When the sobs subsided, Bastien spoke carefully. “You know Liam loves you. You have to understand the position he is in. He isn’t just some guy, hell he’s not even just a prince anymore. He’s the King! He is the single most important man in this country. He can’t just do what he wants, unfortunately. He has to remain diplomatic in all situations, including his personal life.” Drake met Bastien’s steel grey eyes as he nodded. “I know, I get it. But that doesn’t stop it from hurting. It feels so hopeless. I don’t know how to move on.”

Bastien narrowed his eyes at Drake. “Son, you know as well as I do that Liam is a man of his word. If he says he wants to be with you, he will find a way to make that happen. Diplomatically. Garnering the support of the people. All it takes is time.” He stood up and placed a hand on Drake’s shoulder. “Do you love him?” Drake nodded. “Yes, of course I love him.” Bastien shrugged. “Then I don’t see the problem here. Support him. Trust him. He will make this happen. Just be patient and give him a little time.” He turned and walked back down the path, leaving Drake on the bench contemplating his words.

Liam looked up hopefully as he heard the sound of Bastien approaching. His face fell when he saw the royal guard step into the clearing. “Is he ok?” Liam asked. Bastien shook his head. “No your majesty, he is not. He’s a fucking mess. But I think he may have some perspective now.” Liam looked up with a glimmer of hope in his eye. Bastien smiled at him warmly. “I think I’m going back to the palace. You two could use the privacy to work things out. I’ll be back in the morning to help break camp.” Liam nodded. “Yes, thank you so much.” Bastien left and Liam began to think about how he could win back Drake’s trust.

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Drake sat for a long while, Bastien’s words ringing in his head. Of course he was right. Drake had to learn to trust that Liam would fix this. He had to be patient and understanding. He smirked and shook his head. Those were two qualities he didn’t possess. The sun was dropping lower in the sky and Drake shot up as he realized that soon it would be sunset. He set off back toward camp at a brisk pace.

He found Liam on the bench at the edge of the cliff, gazing off into the valley below. The sky was already streaked with orange and yellow hues as the sun began to drop lower and lower. Drake walked over and stood behind him and placed his hands on his shoulders. He leaned over and kissed the top of Liam’s head softly. “I’m sorry, Li. Of course I trust you. You are the closest person to my heart.” Liam reached up wordlessly and covered Drake’s hand with his as they watched the sky grow darker, the orange and yellow hues fading to pink and purple as the sun sunk lower.

Just as the sun was fading into the horizon, Liam rose and turned to face Drake. Their eyes locked, both pairs of eyes weary and red-rimmed, but also hopeful and full of love. Liam kissed Drake softly, then dropped to one knee in front of him as he took both of his hands in his. “My love, I am truly sorry for the pain I’ve caused you. I was wrong. I never should’ve proposed to Madeline. It was a bad decision.” He faltered for just a moment as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Drake gasped as Liam opened it and held it up to him. His eyes welled up with tears as he looked up, his eyes filled with hope. “Marry me, Drake Walker. I need you. There is no one else for me. My happiness comes from you. Please.” He took the ring from the box and held it at the end of Drake’s finger as he looked into his eyes expectantly.

The sun had dropped fully beyond the horizon, leaving just a few streaks of dark purple and blue as the stars and the moon began to shine brightly. A single tear rolled down Drake’s cheek as he nodded and cupped Liam’s cheek softly. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.” Liam smiled wide as he slipped the ring on Drake’s finger and stood up to kiss him. They strolled back to the fire hand in hand. Liam sighed heavily as he sat next to Drake. “I promise as soon as we get back I’ll break things off with Madeline and make arrangements to announce our engagement. I should’ve asked you in the first place. I should’ve…”

Drake interrupted as he shook his head. “No. You can’t break off your engagement to Madeline yet. You must protect the image of the crown and handle things diplomatically. I can wait.” He wrapped his arms around Liam’s waist as he kissed him softly. “I’ve been waiting for you for as long as I can remember. I can handle a few months more.” He leaned his forehead against Liam’s and closed his eyes. “Please tell me what I can do to help.” Liam smiled and laced his fingers through Drake’s. A serious look of concern crossed his face as their eyes met. “We need to clear Lady Riley’s name. Everyone was expecting me to choose her. No one will be surprised if I break my engagement to Madeline once Riley’s name is cleared. And I feel like she will understand our situation better than anyone. She is a dear friend to us both.”

Drake nodded slowly. “Yes. We will clear her name. You focus on Madeline and the public, I’ll help her. I’ll call Bertrand tomorrow.” Liam looked at Drake, confused. “I don’t understand.” Drake smiled sheepishly as he ran his hand through his hair. “Ummm, well, Bertrand and Maxwell followed Riley to the airport the night of the coronation. She’s been lying low at the Beaumont estate since. I couldn’t let her leave like that, Li. She doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment.” Liam smiled brightly. “You’re absolutely right. She doesn’t deserve it at all. Call Bertrand. It’s time for Lady Riley to return to court.

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softdreamyhours · 6 years

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what happened to us? | J.Jaehyun.

part 1 part 2

genre: angst + fluff

pairing: jung jaehyun x reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: some swearing

authors note: oof this is an emotional roller coaster my friends.

Three days ago you walked out of yours and Jaehyuns’ home, expecting to never go back again. You didn’t want to be in a one sided relationship, you feel as if during this past month you were the only one who cared about where your relationship was going and that hurt. A lot.

You are currently lying down on your bed at your parents’ house, this is all you’ve been doing for the past three days, sleeping, eating and crying. You are an absolute mess, and as much as you try and tell yourself that Jaehyun hurt you and you need to move on because he obviously doesn’t love you anymore, you can’t help but long for his arms to be wrapped around your waist and his soft lips to connect yours in a warm and loving kiss. You miss him so much it hurts, everything in your body aches and the only person who knows the true you and knows exactly what to do to comfort you is the one who made you feel this way in the first place.

You want to hate Jaehyun, because he hasn’t tried to contact you at all since you left, not one call, not even a single text. The fact that he just let you leave without trying to stop you, he hasn’t even checked to see if you are okay, shows you that he does not care about you or your relationship anymore.

You want to hate him so it will be easier for you to move on, but you can’t. You can’t just forget about the amazing two years you spent together. You can’t forget all the wonderful memories the two of you have made. Your mind begins to wander and you begin to remember all the beautiful moments you have shared, you remember when Jaehyun took you to the cute diner you went to on your first date for your one year anniversary, you remember when Jaehyun first said ‘I love you’ on a breezy summers day while the two of you were watching the sunset, you remember when Jaehyun took you to Disney Land and gave you a promise ring during the fireworks display promising to love you until his last breath, you remember that you still love Jaehyun immensely and moving on will be the hardest thing for you to do.

Its 3:50 in the afternoon and you are still in your pajamas, you throw your body backwards onto your bed and stare at the white ceiling of your bedroom, recalling all the wonderful moments you have shared with Jaehyun causes a new flood of tears to fall from your eyes. You lie there with tears running down your temples when you hear your phone ring.

You groan in frustration but a small part of you hopes its him. You sigh when you see Taeyongs’ name across your screen and wonder why he is calling you. You wipe your face and answer the phone.

“Hello?” you try to say as normally as possible but your vocal chords fail you and your voice comes out hoarse and shaky.

“y/n?” Taeyong replies, “are you okay?”

You clear you throat and prepare yourself to answer his question as calmly as possible,

“yes, Tae,” you answer, “I’m alright.”

“O-okay,” he says, you know he doesn’t believe you but you are grateful that he doesn’t ask again.

“The boys and I where just wondering if Jaehyun is okay?” he begins to ask, “we haven’t seen or heard from him in three days.”

“What?” You whisper, shocked. The boys can barely get through one day without seeing each other, this is not like Jaehyun at all you thought.

“We thought that maybe you guys went on one of your spontaneous vacations again and forgot to tell us?” He asked hopefully.

You laugh, but it is not a happy sound. “I wish,” you chuckle out bitterly.

“Are the two of you okay?” He asks cautiously.

“We had a pretty big fight the other day,” you say and curse yourself when your voice begins to tremble and your lower lip begins to quiver.

“And?” He asks, he’s prying now and you almost want to hang up the phone but you know that he is only worried about his band mates’ safety.

“I haven’t seen him in three days either,” you sniff and begin to rid your face of tears yet again with the hand that isn’t holding the phone.

“Johnny and I went to your house yesterday, but nobody answered?” Taeyong asked more that said.

“I don’t know where he is Tae,” you say forcefully, “and he is the last person I feel like talking abut right now.” You sigh.

You hear Taeyong sigh as well, “You have a house key right?” He asks even though he already knows the answer because it is also your house.

“Yes,” you sigh, not exactly sure where Taeyong was going with this conversation.

“Arn’t you a little bit worried about him?” He asks, you realize that he is guilt tripping you, and you hate that its working. You know Taeyong is concerned for his members safety but you feel slightly salty that hes making you feel guilty when you know you have done nothing wrong.

You answer him after a few moments of silence, “fine,” you say and hang up not bothering to say goodbye. You know that you could have probably just given the key to Taeyong and he could have gone to check on Jaehyun but you know that the boys are busy and you are slightly curious to see what is going on with Jaehyun.

You stand at the front door of your shared home with Jaehyun for roughly ten minutes contemplating what you were going to say to the man when you see him. He might not even be here you think as you slide the key into the lock and open the door.

When you walk into the house you feel your heart clench a little, you have missed this place. You walk over to the living room and sit on the couch, preparing yourself to go and look for Jaehyun.

“y/n?” You hear a soft voice say.

You know who the voice belongs to and when you look up to make eye contact with Jaehyun your heart breaks a little more. His hair is all disheveled and his eyes are swollen and red, you imagine that this is what you look like in this moment as well.

Jaehyun takes slow, cautious steps toward the couch you are sitting on and slumps down next to you, not close enough for you to feel his body heat that you have so desperately been craving, but not far enough for the two of you to feel separate.

You both sit in silence for a long while looking at the wall in front of you that held many photos of the incredible memories you have experienced together.

“I’m sorry y/n,” Jaehyun starts, “I am so so sorry,” he carries on and you hear his voice crack.

Your eyes burn with a fresh set of tears and for the thousandth time you feel your cheeks become wet and salty when you hear his voice break.

“This past month has been so difficult for me baby,” Jaehyun says and you look over at him to see his head buried in his hands.

“For you?” You ask in shock, “because last time I checked you were the one who practically abandoned me for a whole month.” You say with your eyebrows raised, you can not believe that he is playing the victim right now.

“Shit, no, that’s not what I meant.” He says getting up from where he was seated to crouch in front of you and grab your cold hands into his slightly warmer ones.

You pull your hands out of his grip and cross your arms over your chest, this causes him to sit down, cross his legs and look up at you with a hurt expression.

“Let me explain,” he pleads.

You reply, “yes, please enlighten me Jaehyun.” You say sarcastically, you don’t want to be mean but you are really hurt by this situation.

“When I first started getting home late, I tried to make up for it with calls and texts,” he began, you just kept quiet letting him speak without any interruptions.

“But you started to get upset after a while,” he continued.

Of course I was upset Jaehyun, I missed you, you thought to yourself but let him carry on explaining.

“I guess I thought you were mad,” he sighed shrugging his shoulders, “so distanced myself so you could cool down.”

Jaehyun ran his hands through his messy hair and glanced up at you, you just nodded for him to continue. You were afraid that if you spoke now you would cry again.

“Once we hadn’t spoken for a few days I was afraid you were even more upset with me and I didn’t want to fight with you anymore,” Jaehyun continued resting his head in the palm of his hand, his other hand began to fiddle with the laces of your shoes.

“I carried on digging myself a deeper hole, I thought I was doing the right thing by avoiding fights,” he said as he swallowed trying to hold back tears.

“I didn’t realize that I should have just spoken to you, I should have just apologized for not seeing you for a couple of days,” he said with a shaky voice, “instead I avoided you to prevent a fight that would never have happened if I acted like a good boyfriend and fucking apologized.”

He was crying now, and so were you.

You slid off of the couch and sat across from Jaehyun, knees touching and placed your hands on his thighs. This action caused him to look at you surprised because you didn’t let him hold your hands earlier.

“This is what I wanted Jae,” you sniff out, tears pouring down your cheeks.

“I want to talk to you,” you sob.

Jaehyun then, also sobbing, placed his right hand on your soaked cheek. You leaned into his touch as he grabbed one of the hands you placed on his thigh with his left hand and locked your fingers together.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve done better ,” he whispered, “you deserve someone better.” He placed his head on your shoulder, his right hand still stroking your cheek.

“Jae,” you sigh, “I don’t care about what I deserve because i know what I want,” you paused, “what I need.”

You took the hand that wasn’t laced with his and placed it on the nape of his neck, lightly smoothing down his hair.

“Look at me,” you whisper.

Jaehyun slowly lifts his head off of your shoulder and looks into your eyes, your hand moves from his neck and slides over his one resting on your cheek. You pull that hand off of your still soaked cheek and lace your fingers together and place both of your intertwined hands in your lap.

“I want you babe,” you whisper looking deeply into his damp eyes with you own.

With those words Jaehyun pulls you onto his lap so that his arms are around your waist and your legs are around his, he places soft kisses to your cheeks, kissing away your tears.

“I am so sorry baby,” he whispers in between kisses, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you, Jung Jaehyun,” you smile softly before placing a warm, delicate but passionate kiss onto his pink lips.

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