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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Hello! Can you write anything for Barbatos in Obey Me, since his birthday event is live? It's okay if not, I just figured it couldn't hurt to ask? Hope you're doing well!

Thanks for the idea! I wasn't sure if you wanted anything fluffy or smutty so I decided to do a fluffy story with a smutty bonus. <3 This is one of the first times I'm writing (publicly) for Barbatos so I hope I did him justice because he is PRECIOUS. Also I haven't finished the event yet so sorry if anything in here is contrary to that.

TW: Nothing for the SFW part, except maybe slight angst with a happy ending. :) GN!Reader (the smut is AFAB Reader)

“Good morning, MC!” the booming voice of the demon prince Diavolo echoed throughout the corridor as you walked to your classroom.

“Good morning, Dia! How are you today?” You responded, stifling a yawn from another late night gaming session with Leviathan. Doing a double-take, you could see the often esteemed demon looked a little unruly, his red hair slightly sticking up in the back and a few buttons undone on his uniform. “Uh...you okay this morning?”

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

“Is it that obvious? I apologize MC, as my intentions were not completely innocent. I’m trying to rely less on Barbatos this week, as his birthday is coming up soon and well...I guess it’s not going as well as I originally planned.”

Your hand flew to your face. “His birthday is coming up?! We need to celebrate it. Diavolo, can you call a student council meeting so we can plan something? Make sure not to let Barbatos know and we’ll brainstorm!”

He nodded in agreement and pulled out his D.D.D to text Lucifer and the others. You walked to class, nearly running into Barbatos.

“Apologies, MC. Are you alright? You seem out of sorts.” His voice was tinged with worry. You plastered a bright grin and shook your head.

“I’m fine! Great actually! Just heading to class!” Your voice was uncharacteristically cheery and he fixed a concerned look at you.

“Are you quite sure? If the House of Lamentation is causing you any distress, you are welcome to join the young master for dinner tonight –” You cut him off with a shake of your head.

“Actually Barbatos, I’m swamped with stuff so I’ll have to turn that invite down. And I think Diavolo said something about meeting with Lucifer so he’ll probably be busy anyway.” You turned to leave, desperate to leave the conversation as his eyes seemed to stare into your soul.

“The young master didn’t tell me he had meetings today.” He pulled out his D.D.D and frowned at the screen. “Hm, it seems you’re correct. I apologize for doubting you MC. Would you like me to walk you to class?”

You shook your head again, practically sprinting away. “No thanks! I got it, bye!” you yelled as you ran to your classroom, fighting a smile. Time to get planning.

The rest of the day was a blur of excitement and secrecy. You knew from your conversation earlier that Barbatos was beginning to get suspicious, but you also knew it would be so worth it to see the look on his face when all of you surprised him. You had just finished up your emergency meeting when you opened the door to see Barbatos standing in the corridor.

“I was not informed you were having a student council meeting today.” He said with a raised eyebrow. You turned to see if anyone would help you out but they all seemed preoccupied with each other, and you forced a grin.

“Oh, uh, it wasn’t really a meeting. Just kind of hanging out and stuff…”, your voice trailed off and you tugged on Asmo’s sleeve.

“Ah, Barbatos! You’re looking so youthful today!” He reached to pinch the butler’s cheek, who swiftly dodged Asmo’s grip.

“It seems you are keeping something from me, MC.” Barbatos’ eyes flashed with something, not anger but sadness? Disappointment maybe? You had no time to dwell on it before Lucifer bowed his head.

“I apologize Barbatos, but I must take my brothers and MC back to the House of Lamentation. Have a good night.” He turned and you were swept away with the rest of the brothers. You heard Simeon mumble something akin to a goodbye and him, Luke, and Solomon were also off, leaving Diavolo with the butler.

“Young Master, if I didn’t know any better, I would believe you and the others are avoiding me.” Barbatos’ voice tinged with concern.

“Nonsense! Let’s go.” Diavolo said, a little too brightly. Barbatos bowed slightly.

“Of course. I shall get started on dinner. Do you have a preference for anything tonight?”

Diavolo inhaled sharply.

“No need! I will actually be joining the others for dinner. Please stay at the castle and relax for the night.” His voice was pleasant but also clearly an order. Barbatos cleared his throat.

“As you wish, young master.”

----

Your D.D.D buzzed with a text from Simeon.

“Would you like any more cakes?”

You groaned, your belly full from sweets. Planning Barbatos’ birthday was going well, but it seems with no duties to perform since Diavolo was often at the House of Lamentation, he had taken to stress baking. Every one of you had been showered in extra cakes, cookies, and other treats from the butler and it was taking a toll on all of you. Except Beel, obviously.

That wasn’t the worst of it though. Barbatos had also become shorter and snapped more at anyone who spoke to him, except for Diavolo of course. His usual sarcastic yet good-natured comments were now closer to something Satan might say.

“I’m not sure how long we can keep this up, MC.” Simeon’s next message read and you sighed.

“Just one more day and then it will all be worth it.” You tried to reassure the angel, and yourself.

You walked downstairs to breakfast where another platter layered with treats sat on the table.

“Mornin’ MC.” Mammon mumbled from the table. “Barbatos sent more of these this morning. Ya would think he’d be nice with a plate of sweets and yet, he’s still a –”

“Mammon’s just mad because Barbatos asked if he lost a bet or if he willingly chose to dress like that.” Levi snickered, and Mammon tossed a cookie at the otaku’s head.

“Oi! Why are we even throwin’ him a party, he’s ungrateful!” Mammon scowled and you rubbed your temples. Lucifer rolled his eyes.

“Barbatos is obviously under stress with the secrecy. He’s done quite a lot for every one of you.” His voice was even and domineering.

“Of course. You know Lucifer, it’s quite big of you to feel that way even after Barbatos compared you to a mother hen.” Satan said wryly, his grin hidden by his teacup.

Lucifer’s eyes flashed dangerously and you put your hand out. “Okay! Calm down everyone. I’ll talk to Barbatos.”

After breakfast, you headed to the demon lord’s castle and let yourself in. You walked into the kitchen after following the sound of clattering pans and light swearing.

“Barbatos? Are you okay?”

The butler looked up, flour dusting his face and uniform. There was frosting on his cheek and his hair was disheveled.

“Of course! Do you need something MC, or have you come to poke your head into my business for no other reason besides your own amusement?” He snapped, yanking open the oven and slamming another tray inside. You winced at his words but steadied yourself.

“Look I know you’re stressed…” You began and he cut you off.

“Stressed? There is no reason for me to be stressed. The young master has not required my services for days and you have all decided to stay far away from the castle. There is no reason to stress when I finally have some freedom.” His voice betrayed his words and you reached out, resting your hand on his shoulder.

“Wait...Barbatos are you...lonely?”

Barbatos was silent and without thinking, you pulled him in an embrace.

“Barbatos! I’m so sorry you feel left out. That was never our intention!” You felt his body go slack before he tentatively wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry I have been so out of sorts lately MC. As difficult as it is to admit, it seems I may have felt somewhat unneeded by the young master and the rest of you. I am quite devoted to the prince and it is only my natural inclination to care for you and the others as well.” His voice was soft, the edge dissipating.

You pulled back and looked into his dark eyes. “Barbatos, can you please trust me? Just for a little bit longer? I promise it will all make sense soon.”

His brow slightly furrowed and you bit your lip to hide how adorable he looked.

“For you MC, I will attempt to ‘relax’ as the young master suggests.”

You patted his hair affectionately and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Now, do you want a bit of help cleaning up?”

----

The next day you were in a frenzy. Levi had pulled his computer to the ballroom, as he was in charge of the music. Belphie was sleepily swatting away Beel’s hand from the food table and Asmo and Mammon were bickering over the banner they were hanging. Diavolo clasped his hands together in delight from where he was standing with Lucifer.

“This looks wonderful! He will be extremely pleased!”

Simeon and Luke walked in, carrying a large cake with Solomon a few steps behind.

“We’ve got the cake! I finished decorating it just in time!” Luke said cheerily as they placed it on the buffet table and Beel looked at it longingly. Satan and Belphie steered the redhead away from the table quickly and Solomon turned to you.

“I have sent a message to Barbatos to meet us here. He should be here in a few minutes.”

“Places everyone!” You yelled and the group hid...as well as 8 large demons, two angels and two humans could.

“Solomon?” The butler called out, switching on the lights.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” you all cried out. Luke and Simeon ran towards him, placing a colorful party hat on his head.

“A party?” Barbatos scanned the room, taking in all the details. His eyes rested on yours. “I must say, I am extremely touched by the effort you have all taken for me.”

Diavolo clapped him on the back, smiling widely.

“Barbatos, you have never been anything but loyal to all of us in the Devildom and we wanted to show you how much you mean to all of us. However, I must credit MC as the mastermind of this plan so to speak.”

Barbatos turned to you, and you could see a slight blush dusting his face.

“MC...I am truly honored. You have made my birthday one of the most special days in my life. And I thank you...for everything.” The last bit was whispered so only you could hear him and you smiled.

He turned back towards the group. “Thank you all. I apologize for my behavior the past week. I realized, I consider all of you my friends and you are all quite important to me.”

Mammon opened his mouth to say something and Lucifer shot him a look before he could speak.

“No need to apologize, Barbatos. Now, I suggest we continue the celebrations.”

Levi turned on the music and you grinned as the party continued.

NSFW BONUS (TW: slight dom Barb, gagging, slight bdsm aspects but nothing too intense, AFAB!Reader)

“MC, I must thank you again for this lovely soiree.” Barbatos said quietly. The two of you were the only ones still awake, and you were picking up plates and cups to clean up after the celebrations. You placed the dishes in the sink and wiped your hands on the dish towel. Turning around, you realized you were face to face with the jade-haired demon.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the party, Barbatos. Though I never gave you your gift.” You smirked. He cocked his head.

“I assumed the celebration was your gift. You’ve already done so much for me MC.” He responded and you giggled.

“Well...I wanted to give you something a little more...intimate.”

He inhaled sharply and you took this time to push him against the counter. His hand rested on your lower back and you pressed your lips to his. He tasted sweet and his grip tightened around you. You let out a soft moan and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, hungrily.

Spinning you around so you were pressed against the countertop he smirked into your kiss.

“As it is my birthday, I believe I should be the one to unwrap my present. Wouldn’t you agree, darling?”

You nodded and he lifted you onto the countertop, pressing warm wet kisses to your neck. His gloved hands unbuttoned your shirt and grazed over your skin, causing shivers to run down your spine. Pressing himself between your legs, you could feel his growing erection against his pants and you ran your hands down his front in an attempt to feel more of him. He pushed your hands away, and you let out an impatient whine.

“Patience darling. I would like to take my time and fully enjoy this gift.” His voice was teasing and pushed you back. Running his hands under your skirt, he grazed your aroused cunt and chuckled quietly.

“Making quite the mess, aren’t you, love? You must have been waiting for me.” He pushed finger into you and your face burned as you knew you were covering his gloves with your arousal. Still, you couldn’t help but clench around him, desperate for anything he was willing to give you. His thumb grazed your swollen clit and you pressed your hand to your mouth in an attempt to hide your moans. He brought his other hand down swiftly on your breast and you yelped.

“I want to hear all of your lovely noises. Let me hear how much you desire this. After all, you did have me feeling so neglected these past few days. It is the least you could do, darling. Or do I have to hold you down and punish you?” The split tendrils of his tail wrapped around your wrists pinning you in place and you could feel yourself squeeze around his fingers, which had gone back to teasing your hole. Panting, you shook your head.

“P-please Barbatos, I need you.” Your voice was breathy and filled with desire. Barbatos pressed another finger inside you, and your body stretched to accommodate. His other hand circled your breast, tugging at the hardened peaks of your nipples, almost painfully. He was enjoying you as his plaything and you winced as he pulled out of you. He pulled off his white gloves, now covered in your slick and balled it up before shoving the material in your mouth. You could taste yourself on the soft material, tangy and tart and you could feel drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. Barbatos surveyed the sight in front of him. You, the beautiful exchange student at his mercy, begging for him to use your body for his pleasure.

Undoing his pants, he pressed himself against you, his cock grazing the outside of your cunt. You knew better than to try and grind on him, though you were shaking in anticipation. Still, you held still, waiting.

“How obedient, MC.” He licked his lips before plunging himself into you. You squealed around the gag in your mouth and he slid agonizingly slow inside you. You could feel every ridge of his cock press against your tight walls and your body sucked him in deep. He pushed into you again and again, his hands holding your hips and rocking you on his cock.

“Such a needy little human, aren’t you? Your body is practically milking every drop out of me.” His voice was steady, though you could see the sheen of sweat on his brow as he fucked into you faster. His tail gripped your wrists tighter and you knew you would have marks on them in the morning. Spit spilled down your chin as you moaned around the glove in your mouth and you could feel his sharp nails digging into the skin of your hips.

With each thrust he seemed to go deeper, hitting every spot in you that made you see stars. And yet, he was relentless. The normally prim and proper butler was precise in his actions though you could feel his thrusts becoming more frantic.

Your body tensed around him, and you screamed, grateful for the gag in your mouth as you knew you would be heard throughout the castle. Tears spilled from your eyes and you felt yourself gush around his cock. Your body arched off the cold countertop and you were sure if not for him holding you down, you would fly off the surface.

His nails embedded into your flesh and he let out a groan as he slammed himself deep inside you. His cock pulsed and you felt him release, the sticky fluids filling you and dripping down the swell of your ass, covering the countertop. Panting, he pressed a kiss to your tear streaked face and gently worked the glove out of your mouth, before placing it aside. He helped you up, and you rested your forehead to his as you tried to catch your breath.

He rubbed at the sore spots on your wrists, pulling out his softening cock from you and once he was sure you were stable, turning to pull a rag and clean you up, whispering soft praises into your skin. Your fingers intertwined with his and you held him close, kissing him on the lips.

“Happy Birthday.”

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Nanny – Part Two

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Virgin!Reader

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A Small Surprise

Another week had passed since your encounter with Cillian at the theatre and you missed interacting with him, especially now that you broke up with Darcy once again.

Once again, Darcy had become verbally abusive towards you and you were devastated and upset about his behaviour. You became to realise that, most probably, he won’t ever change. You often thought about Cillian’s words. You were too young to be wasting your time on someone like this.

But, despite your breakup, Darcy called you at least ten times a day, trying to apologise. You ignored his calls, but, unfortunately for you, you still had to interact with him at theatre practice and art school.

At least, Anita was there for you and tried her best to prevent you and Darcy from having arguments while dealing with each other in a professional capacity. But it wasn’t easy.

Since your latest and hopefully final break up, Anita had also tried to hook you up with her brother, but you really weren’t interested in dating anyone after what you have encountered with Darcy.

Despite your disinterest in dating, you struggled to get one man out of your head and this was Cillian.

Since you became to know what he was doing for a living, you could evermore so understand his reluctance to get involved with someone your age. It would almost be cliché for an actor to date someone half his age. The backlash would almost be ridiculous.

In the same vein, you were really not keen on dating an actor. The ridiculous filming schedules, the gossip and the fact that people would look at you differently would certainly upset you and make you uncomfortable.

Yet, you couldn’t forget about him and the kiss you shared. The kiss he initially returned and which felt so amazingly good.

There was something about him that you hadn’t found in any man before. It was almost like you had known him for years and yet, you barely knew him at all. You felt comfortable in his presence and it felt natural to be around him.

With these thoughts on your mind, it was easy for you to let go of Darcy this time around eve though you knew that you could never have Cillian. Or could you?

It was a Sunday afternoon that Craig came home after spending some time at the pub celebrating a friend’s birthday.

He looked somewhat tipsy when he walked inside and Ella became rather frustrated with him. It was almost too funny to watch.

You noticed him carrying a paper back.

‘Y/N, this is for you’ Craig said as he handed the bag to you.

‘Uhm, thank you’ you said, surprised by his gesture.

‘Oh, don’t thank me. Cillian asked me to give this to you so thank him’ Craig said, unsure about what was in the bag. He believed Cillian’s gesture to be odd but didn’t dare to question it.

You walked into your room, curious about what was in the bag.

Unsurprisingly, it was a book entitled ‘The History of Irish Theatre’.

You and Cillian had talked about this book following your little incident at his house.

He thought that it was very educational for anyone who is interested in Irish literature and play writes and he said that, when he goes back to his house, he would get it for you so that you could read it.

You opened the book, very keen to read it.

To your surprise, Cillian had left you a note inside which, amongst other things, contained his mobile phone number and an offer to help you with rehearsing the play if you needed it and wanted an outsider’s opinion.

He also was kind to tag the pages relevant to your play in the 350 page book.

You took out your phone and saved his number before texting him to say thank you.

He responded almost immediately. His response was short but that is what you would have expected from a man in his 40s.

About an hour later, you received another text message from him.

‘I have four tickets to a play at the Abbey which I think you might like. You could go with some friends from your theatre group and your boyfriend. Unfortunately, it’s for a Sunday night though’ he texted.

You responded by thanking Cillian for the offer and telling Cillian that you had broken up with Darcy before taking the courage to ask him whether he would be interested to come with you to see the play.

An hour after your text, you still hadn’t received a response and you regretted asking him. After what happened between you, you thought that you must have taken it too far.

Another twenty minutes later, as you were in the shower, the phone rang.

You quickly jumped out of the shower and answered your phone while the water was still running in the background.

‘Hi, Cillian’ you said shyly as you shivered, still being wet from the shower.

‘Am I calling you at a bad time?’ Cillian asked, observing the background noise through the phone.

‘No no, not at all’ you said.

‘What’s that noise?’ he asked.

‘Uhm, I was just having a shower’ you said and, just after you said this, you realised how inappropriate your comment was once again. There was an awkward silence on Cillian’s end following your comment.

‘Right’ he said before taking a pause.

‘About Sunday, I have seen the play already with some friends but I am happy to take you if you want’ he said before taking another pause. ‘As a friend that is’ he added, qualifying his offer.

‘Of course, yes’ you said shyly.

‘I think that, if we go together, I should probably invite Craig and Ella and suggest that you come with them’ Cillian suggested, being mindful that, otherwise, this might awkward.

‘Yes, sounds good’ you said.

‘Great, I will let you get back to your shower then’ Cillian said with a laugh.

‘Alright…and thanks’ you said.

‘You are welcome’ Cillian responded before hanging up.

To your surprise, a day later, Cillian told you that Craig and Ella weren’t interested in the play but had no problem with you going to see it with Cillian and some other friends.

You felt somewhat awkward about Craig and Ella knowing that you were going to see a play with their mutual friend. But Cillian assured you that they didn’t think anything of it. In Ireland, everyone was friendly and welcoming and interactions like this weren’t suspicious. In fact, Cillian had even told Craig that he had offered to help you with your theatre project and that he believed that the play you were going to see would really help you with your perspective on contemporary Irish theatre. With Cillian being double your age, Craig simply thought that it was a nice gesture and Craig also knew that Cillian could do with some friendly company after yet another fight with his fiancée.

Instead of Craig and Ella, Cillian ended up inviting his youngest sister Janet and her husband John. They both enjoyed theatre and had recently returned to live in Dublin after spending five years together in London.

You met Cillian and his sister and her husband at the theatre and they were very welcoming. You thought it was going to be strange, meeting Cillian’s family, but it wasn’t at all. His sister was in her late twenties and you could relate to her.

You talked about many things before the play started and she was surprised when she learned that you were only 20 years old. According to her, you appeared very mature for your age.

Change of Mind

‘You know she’s nice, smart and very pretty’ Janet said to Cillian about you after you excused yourself to go to the bathroom right before the play started.

‘And she is 20 years old and I am still in a relationship’ Cillian chuckled in response to her comment.

‘And here you are, choosing to attend this play with her instead of your fiancée’ Janet giggled.

‘Because my fiancée and I are taking a break and Y/N is just a friend’ Cillian chuckled.

‘I think you already made up your mind about your fiancée. I know you brother. I am not blind either. I can see the way you look at Y/N. You like her a lot’ Janet said.

‘Janet, she is 20. Now can we change the topic please’ Cillian said firmly.

‘So what if she is 20?...I like her. She seems nice’ Janet said before her husband John had to comment just like a man would.

‘Just count yourself lucky Cillian. Not every man your age has a shot with a young woman like her. Also, you wouldn’t be the first actor who goes there trust me’ John said, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Enough now, please’ Cillian said just as you returned from the bathroom.

When you returned to the table where Cillian, Janet and John were standing, you finally heard the theatre bell. Cillian seemed somewhat relieved that the play was about to start and you made your way inside, taking your seats.

Just as you sat down, you saw Darcy with his parents and brother. Your heart sunk and you hoped that he would not see you. But he did, almost immediately.

The situation had officially become awkward and, just as Darcy saw you, his father spotted you and Cillian as well.

He came over to greet you and Cillian which, instantly, raised a lot of questions.

Cillian explained to Darcy’s father that you were a friend and, just as he did, the bell rang again, telling everyone to take their seat.

This was lucky, preventing Darcy’s father from asking more questions.

Darcy’s father excused himself and, luckily for you, Darcy was at his best behaviour with his parents being around.

During the interval, Darcy greeted you politely and that was it. He didn’t acknowledge Cillian, Janet and John and there weren’t any further interactions from his side.

After the play had finished, Janet suggested that you all go to Cillian’s house for a drink and some pizza. After all, you hadn’t had dinner yet.

You agreed and picked up some Pizza and a couple of bottles of wine on the way.

To your surprise however, Janet excused herself pretty much straight after dinner and a glass of wine.

‘Well, John and I have to get up very early tomorrow’ Janet said.

‘We do?’ John asked.

‘Yes darling, don’t you remember the thing at your work?’ Janet asked, giving John a nudge.

‘The thing at my work?....Oh right, the thing at my work. I forgot’ John said.

‘Well, we will be going, but you two should really finish this bottle of wine’ Janet said and you observed her winking at Cillian.

Cillian sighed before giving his sister a kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye.

‘Uhm that was strange’ you giggled just as Janet and John left. ‘I just finish this and will call a taxi’ you said, pointing to your full glass of wine.

‘Yes, my sister is strange indeed’ Cillian chuckled, knowing exactly what his sister had in mind.

‘So how did you like the book?’ Cillian went on to ask to change the topic.

‘It’s fantastic. In particular the actor’s notes on the scenes. Although, there is one thing no one really talks about and I have been trying hard to find material on it’ you said.

‘And what is that?’ Cillian asked curiously.

‘How do you act a scene where you have to kiss someone. I mean, do you actually kiss them on stage? How about on screen? I mean, you would have the answer to this wouldn’t you?’ you said.

‘I do’ Cillian laughed.

‘Well then please enlighten me. I am curious’ you said.

‘On screen, depending on the angle of the camara, you most often don’t get around kissing. Your lips touch. It’s as simple as that’ Cillian said.

‘But is it different from a normal kiss?’ you asked.

‘Not really’ Cillian said. ‘But, in saying this, for theatre, no one from the audience will be close enough to see what you are doing so just give the guy a peck if you feel too uncomfortable to kiss him’ Cillian laughed, knowing that the play you were doing included a scene just like this.

‘I am glad you can laugh about it’ you said sheepishly.

‘Well, I know for a fact that you’ve kissed a man before so I think you will be fine. Just don’t think about it as a kiss. Think about it as an act. I guarantee you that, when you are in character with a complex script like yours, it will just come naturally’ Cillian said.

‘I suppose you are right. I mean, at least it’s not Darcy who I have to kiss on stage’ you laughed.

‘Well, there you go’ Cillian said just as an awkward silence erupted between you again.

‘Speaking of which, I have actually been thinking about our kiss more often than I should have’ you said shyly.

‘Y/N, we agreed that we would forget about what happened that morning’ Cillian said.

‘We did. But I can’t’ you said before taking a pause. ‘Can you?’ you asked.

‘I’ve been trying’ he chuckled, causing you to smile.

‘Perhaps you should stop trying and kiss me again. Just once more and I will never mention it again’ you said as you walked over towards him.

‘I am twice your age Y/N. You do realise that, right?’ Cillian said as you took his hands suggestively, indicating that you wanted him to stand up.

‘Yes, I do and I like it’ you giggled before biting your lip. Your comment made Cillian raise his eye brows and laugh.

‘You could be with someone your own age Y/N. I am sure you get plenty of offers. So why me?’ he asked as he stood up in front of you, running his hand over your cheek and moving part of your hair away from your face and behind your ear.

‘Because you are intelligent, kind and not afraid to be yourself. I like that. Despite, I also think that you are incredibly attractive’ you whispered shyly.

‘But, if you don’t like me then just tell me and I accept that’ you added after Cillian didn’t respond to your comment.

‘I like you alright. But I know that it would be a very bad idea if were to get involved with each other’ Cillian said quietly.

‘Maybe. Maybe not’ you said and, just like this, Cillian leaned forward and pressed his lips on to yours.

The kiss was gentle and Cillian caressed your face with his warm hands while his soft lips explored yours. Your lips moved in sync with his for a moment until he pulled away slightly.

‘We should not be doing this’ Cillian said and, just after he did, you decided that, this time, he wouldn’t get away that easily and you crashed your lips back onto his.

He accepted the kiss, giving into you for what felt like an eternity until he pulled away again.

‘Are you sure this is what you want? Because there will be implications if…’ he said and, before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted.

‘I know and I am prepared to deal with these implications as they arise’ you said before pressing your lips back onto his. You knew that, most likely, you would have to keep your interactions with Cillian a secret at least for a little while and you knew that, later down the track, this might cause issues with Craig and Ella.

Despite these intrusive thoughts, you managed to switch off and get lost in the moment and kiss between you soon became heated as Cillian gently slipped his tongue in between the opening of your lips.

You gave in and let his tongue dance with yours as if it was the most natural thing to do. He was such a good kisser. Gentle and passionate.

‘Now do you want me to stay for the night or call a taxi?’ you asked as, after at least ten minutes, your lips drifted apart.

‘If you were to stay, what would you be telling Craig and Ella?’ Cillian asked.

‘That I had some drinks after the theatre and ended up staying at a friend’s house’ you said, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘I guess you are staying then’ he said as he ran his hand over your cheek again before giving you another kiss.

‘Alright’ you said shyly. ‘I will go and have a shower then’ you said nervously.

It felt different this time around and you didn’t know how far he wanted to go. You had never had sex before and intimacy didn’t come naturally to you.

After you both had showers, separately, you met in bed just like the last time when you stayed at Cillian’s house.

Just this time, neither of you bothered getting dressed for the occasion.

Bed Time

Cillian was lying there, under the doona, wearing nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs as you walked into the bedroom.

You, on the other hand, wore even less. A black thong. That was it and you could see the appreciation on Cillian’s face as you walked into the bedroom.

But, in addition to your naked body, your tattoos and piercings, he could also see the nervousness on your face as you climbed into bed next to him.

‘You are beautiful’ he said as you got under the doona.

‘If you say so’ you smiled shyly before giving him a kiss.

It wasn’t long until he gently pulled you closer towards him and began running his masculine hands over your body, including your breasts and all the way down to your naked ass.

His lips never left yours and you enjoyed the warmth of his body pressed against yours. The little amount of his chest hair brushed against your breasts and, as he held you close, you could feel his erection grow beneath his breaths.

You knew he wanted you, all of you and, whilst you wanted to be with him, you weren’t quite ready to take this step yet.

‘Cillian, I am…I never had…’ you said and, before you could finish your sentence Cillian withdraw his hand from you.

‘You are a virgin?’ he asked somewhat surprised, causing you to nod. Whilst you hinted on this previously when you talked with him about Darcy being pushy when it came to your relationship, you never actually told him that you never had sex. It all made more sense to him now and made him dislike how Darcy had treated you even more.

‘I am sorry. I didn’t realise’ Cillian said.

‘Are you disappointed?’ you asked, noticing Cillian’s reluctance to touch you again the same way he was before you told him.

‘Why would I be disappointed?’ he asked, running his hand over your cheek.

‘Not sure. Perhaps you expected something else tonight?’ you said shyly.

‘Well, the truth is that I didn’t expect anything tonight. Not kissing you, not lying next to you or getting to touch your beautiful body. So, I am getting way more than I had bargained for’ Cillian said.

‘You are so kind Cillian. What I meant was that, once you got a woman into bed, you probably didn’t expect this’ you said somewhat embarrassed.

‘At my age, probably not’ Cillian laughed. ‘But, I am not disappointed Y/N. We will just take things slow, move at your pace, alright? Despite, there are so many things other than sex in the conventional way that are enjoyable and I am just happy to lie here with you and kiss you all night’ Cillian said before pressing his lips back on to yours.

‘Things other than sex in the conventional way?’ you asked curiously after your lips drifted apart.

‘Yeah, you know, like other things’ Cillian chuckled. He clearly was out of your comfort zone having to give you a sex ed lesson.

‘Hmm, like what?’ you said cheekily. ‘Can you show me?’ you asked nervously. Whilst you weren’t quite ready to take things all the way, you felt an overwhelming desire for this man and you trusted him and you certainly wanted him to continue to touch you.

Cillian chuckled at your comment but reluctantly agreed. After all, he just promised you to take things slow and what he was about to do didn’t exactly fall into the category of taking things slow.

‘Alright, but you are in charge. Promise me that you will tell me if you want me to stop, ok?’ Cillian said reassuringly.

‘I promise’ you said before he leaned in and gave you another kiss before guiding your back down on to the mattress.

After you lied down comfortably, Cillian kissed you once again before his lips began trailing down your neck, kissing all over it, while his hands wandered over your naked breasts.

In this moment, you felt somewhat vulnerable. You weren’t exactly blessed with a large bust but Cillian seemed to like what he saw as he kissed down your beautiful body, his lips and tongue exploring and enjoying the sweetness of your flesh.

Eventually, his lips found their way to your perky breasts and lingered at a taut, pierced nipple, the tip of his tongue rolling around it, over the tiny bumps on your areola. He drew it into his mouth, eliciting a soft sigh from you as he sucked.

It felt amazing, much unlike what anyone else had ever done to you before and you could feel an unexpected tension build up in between your legs. The moisture within you was building and you trusted Cillian even once his lips began to trail further down your body.

His lips soon found the swell of your belly, and he showered it with soft kisses. His tongue played a moment in your pierced belly button before he continued his downward journey.

Then, suddenly, his lips touched the top of your lace panties causing you to let out a surprisingly loud moan.

No man had ever been this close to your mound before with anything else but their fingers.

With his fingers, he hooked into the ream of your lace panties before sliding them down all the way past your knees and then down over your feet before letting them drop over the bed.

There you were, completely naked, in front of the man you were so desperate for.

With his head moving back in between your legs, you felt vulnerable and excited at the same time.

The scent of your hot sex was now filling his nostrils, making him crave the taste of you.

His lips first touched the inside of your thighs, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Again, you couldn’t help it but moan unexpectantly loud at the sensation.

Your reaction made Cillian smile against your thighs and he moved his head slightly inwards.

You could feel his warm breath on your vulva just before his lips touched your naked mound for the first time.

‘Oh god’ you inhaled sharply, making him smile again. He clearly was doing all the right things and took it slow, much slower than he would usually take it.

After kissing your most intimate body part a couple of time, he finally let his tongue lightly trace down the folds of your flesh.

It felt insane and you moaned loudly before you started to squirm when his tongue ran through your folds for the second time.

Cillian soon felt your fingertips caress his hair as he teased you.

He ran his tongue up and down those lips, enjoying the wetness between them.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned just as you gripped his hair tighter as he pushed his tongue inward in between your lips, savouring the sweet taste of you.

By this point you were dripping wet as his tongue went as deep as it could, his face awash with your warm juices.

Then, Cillian pulled back slightly, moving his tongue up and down, side to side, not wanting to leave any part of your sex untouched.

At the top, he found that sensitive nub of flesh, now fully extended. As his tongue flicked against it, he felt you give a little shiver of pleasure. His tongue swirled around and around, and then his lips engulfed it, sucking it gently as you began to moan even louder.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you moaned as you let your body take in the fullest extend of this sensation and closed your eyes.

Just as you closed your eyes, you could feel one of Cillian’s fingers run over your wet slit while his tongue continued to swirl around your clit.

You took in a deep breath but tried to relax as much as possible, thinking about what he might be doing next.

And, just like this, he carefully slipped a finger into you, watching your cues closely for any pain.

‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned again at the sensation. To your surprise, it felt nice, very nice.

After your body relaxed again Cillian began moving his finger in and out in a slow, steady rhythm as his tongue played a staccato on your pulsing clit.

He loved your taste, your scent, your sounds, he was in his happy place, and your pleasure was his goal.

He kept going, making love to you with his lips and tongue and fingers. Your sounds intensified in volume; the grip on his hair tightened; your hips rose as you squirmed beneath his ministrations.

After several minutes of pure extasy, Cillian carefully inserted a second finger while he gentle sucked on your clit.

You tensed up once again at the intrusion but, following some mild discomfort, were able to relax again. The slight amount of pain quickly turned into pleasure and your breathing was becoming heavier.

You felt full, just by his fingers and they moved in and out of you in the perfect rhythm.

With your moans becoming louder and louder and your walls becoming tighter around his fingers, he could tell that you were close. He pushed his fingers into you deeper, hooking them slightly upward and touching that other magical spot you never knew existed.

Your moans turned into screams of pleasure and your hips bucked as he pushed you over the edge.

Cillian lifted his eyes so he could look up at you and see your head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth open with your moans and screams of pleasure filling the room.

You were totally lost in the ecstasy of the moment. His tongue was still dancing against your pulsing extended clit.

Your hips bucked one more time, and then you grasped his hair and pulled him away. It was too much, too intense.

He would have kept going for as long as you would let him, but your body had reached the point of pleasure saturation, and you needed to catch your breath.

While you were breathing heavily, coming down from your high slowly, Cillian kissed his way up your body until your lips met, and you shared one long deep kiss.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked as he could see small tears building up in your eyes. You looked completely exhausted and somewhat confused.

‘Yes, it’s just… I think I just had an orgasm’ you laughed.

‘Well, that was the idea’ Cillian chuckled. But you didn’t laugh at his joke. You were entirely overwhelmed.

‘Have you not had one before?’ Cillian asked somewhat surprised by your reaction.

‘What, an orgasm? No…But I read it’s normal for women not to have orgasms’ you said shyly.

‘If that was true then that would be pretty disappointing’ Cillian chuckled as he took you into his arms.

‘How about you get some rest alright?’ Cillian said with a smile as you seemed somewhat besides yourself which he thought was cute.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms. You felt so safe and secure next to him.

But for Cillian, it took a little longer. Whilst he promised you to take it slow and was prepared to stick to his promises, deep down inside, he wanted you, all of you.

Good Morning Mr Murphy

The next morning, your alarm went off at 7am. You had to attend art school which was due to start at 9am.

You would have rather stayed in bed with Cillian, but this wasn’t an option.

When the sound of your alarm ripped you out of your dreams and your eyes shot open, you noticed that Cillian wasn’t lying next to you.

As you got up to look for him, you heard the shower running in the bathroom. He was up early and it surprised you.

‘Can I come in?’ you asked as you knocked on the bathroom door.

‘Uhm, yes sure’ Cillian yelled out. He clearly was still in the shower.

‘Good Morning’ you said as you walked inside, not being able to see Cillian through the steam covering the door of the shower.

‘Good Morning… I will be out in a minute’ Cillian said, his voice sounding somewhat hasty.

‘No need, I just come in’ you said.

Without asking permission, you opened the shower door and stepped inside.

Your lips instantly met Cillian’s lips as you stepped closer towards him. But he seemed somewhat uncomfortable with your quick approach.

As you went to press your body against his soapy chest, you could feel something in between you and, just as you did, you looked downwards.

This was the first time you saw Cillian’s most intimate part and it was quite a sight.

‘Sorry’ Cillian said with some embarrassment as his erection pressed against you. He had struggled with it on and off since the previous night.

‘Now I am no expert, but I think that your reaction down there tells me that you like me, a lot’ you giggled as your hand reached for his hard cock.

Cillian moaned at your touch and you slowly began stroking him.

‘Now, I have never done this before so just tell me if I do something wrong alright?’ you said as your hands moved to either side of his hips.

‘Done what?’ Cillian asked and, just as he did, you dropped down to your knees right there in front of him.

‘This’ you said as you took hold of his cock again and guided it towards your mouth.

You could hear a soft moan come out of Cillian as your tongue touched his shaft for the first time.

You first licked the side of his shaft tentatively. Your heart was pounding as you did and you continued licking the sides and worked your way to the top of his cock.

Swirling your tongue around the head of Cillian’s cock and then working your way back down the shaft, you felt like you found yourself in another world, one you had never been in before.

Cillian groaned again and you felt his hands on your head as you continued licking his cock and then finally taking him into your mouth as far as you could go.

You didn't have a clue what you were doing, never having done this before, but you started bobbing up and down his shaft.

As Cillian’s moans became louder and steadier, you started bobbing up and down his cock even faster. You could taste his per cum on your tongue and then felt his hands hold on to the hair on your head even tighter.

You were in control but it was almost like he needed to hold on to something, grab something with his hands.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned and you could tell he was getting close.

Before he could say anything else, you looked up at him.

‘I want you to come in my mouth’ you said before taking him back inside your mouth.

He looked surprised but didn’t dare to argue and, after a few more head bobs, he let go.

You could feel his cock begin to throb in your mouth and, just as you did, his hot sweet cum began to flow steadily from his shaft into your mouth.

You stopped bobbing your head as he came down from his high and let go of his cock before looking up at him and opening your mouth.

He could see his cum in your mouth and the disbelieve on his face made you laugh for a second, causing you to spill some but swallowing the rest.

‘Are you sure you never done this before because I never had a woman do this last bit’ Cillian chuckled as he helped you up.

‘No…never’ you said. ‘But, I’ve watched porn before’ you laughed as you wiped your mouth before giving Cillian a kiss.

After your intimate encounter, you both cleaned yourself off and got dressed before Cillian gave you a lift to art school.

Unpleasant Surprise

Your day at art school was good but you couldn’t get Cillian out of your head that day.

You went as far as to cancel your date with Anita that same afternoon so that you could surprise Cillian at his house later.

It was probably for the better you thought as Anita had many questions for you that day after Darcy had told her that he saw you at the theatre with Cillian.

At 4.30pm, after picking up some food and clothes from at home, you made your way to Cillian’s place.

You knocked on the door and, eventually, Cillian opened.

‘What are you doing here Y/N?’ Cillian asked surprised. You came by unannounced and thought that, maybe, it wasn’t a good idea after all. Perhaps he didn’t like surprises.

‘I am sorry, I should have called. I just wanted to surprise you’ you said before asking Cillian whether you could come inside.

‘It’s not a good time Y/N’ Cillian said and, in this moment, you could hear a female voice from inside his apartment.

Through the crack of the door, you could see a blonde woman. She was pretty, probably in her late thirties, wearing a black dress and heels. It was obvious to you that Cillian and her were close.

‘Can I call you later?’ Cillian asked.

‘Right, sure’ you sighed as you handed him the bag with the food and walked off.

As you walked towards the elevator, tears were building up in your eyes and you felt overwhelmingly anxious and upset. Perhaps he wasn’t different than other actors and you were just another quick fling.

You didn’t pick up his calls that day. You’ve been hurt enough by men in the past.

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

warnings: platonic!rafe x reader, asshole jj, foul language, alcohol use, sexual comments, fighting, lowercase intended, typos for sure

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

it’s been a week since your confrontation with rafe. sharing occasional smiles whenever you pass by each other, but aside from that, you made sure not to engage in conversation with him anymore. the thing is though, he went back to his old ways. exchanging foul banters with the pogues every chance he gets, and this time, including you.

the howling, humid atmosphere grazed your skin as you stepped inside the chateau, carrying a picnic basket full of sandwiches to bring for your fishing trip. everyone offered an enthusiastic greeting, pope offering to bring the things you brought to the pogue.

the rest followed, john b motioning to the spare room that jj claimed as his own. you arrive at the sight of his shirtless figure, sitting half up on the bed “ready to go?” you asked, holding out your hand for him to take. rather than taking it, he pushed himself up and nodded, muttering a low “yeah” as he passed you

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you screamed out, not meaning to but had to. he stopped dead in his tracks, surprised by your sudden outburst.

“so you’re going back to your old ways...huh” he turned around, his posture looking like he doesn’t want to deal with you at the moment, but you didn’t care as you let out a scoff, rolling your eyes as you looked at anything but him while still passing on the message that you were pissed.

“can you not start? it’s too early” he replied, acting oblivious as to what you were referring to “i don’t care, jj! it’s never too early to have this talk with you! because apparently it’s never ‘too early’ for you when kie wakes you up before sunrise to fix a stupid fucking flat tire!”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugged and you just exhaled in defeat, knowing that none of what you said would raise a concern “just forget it,” you started “i don’t wanna be in bad terms a day before your birthday. i’m sorry for what i said.” you apologized and walked out without waiting for a reply

your sundress flowed freely with the breeze as you felt the blonde behind you. you stopped when you were pulled back and bumped in his toned chest “y/n?” he muttered, you hummed as a queue for him to continue “i wanna make it up to you, for my shitty attitude towards you lately. you have anything you wanna do?”

forgetting the feud that was just exchanged, a smile made its way to your face, launching yourself towards him as he luckily caught the back of your legs “actually...since your birthday’s tomorrow, you wanna pick me up at work on the mainland? we can go out to dinner and come back just in time for the kegger i know you’re surely throwing.”

the boy’s signature smirk came in to view as he nodded and gave you a chaste kiss on your velvet lips, still having your body flushed against his. the calls and protests of the others from the boat cut your moment short, “oh cut it” you laughed as the day was spent fishing and soaking in the warmth of the sun.

the next day came and you were definitely more excited than the one whose birthday it is. waking up earlier than usual beside his golden figure, you took out some ingredients for breakfast. it was rare for you to cook as you always just make cereal or sandwiches for breakfast as you know you’re eventually going to get free food from the wreck, but today was a special day so you decided to exert more effort.

as you were setting up the tray of food to bring to him in bed, footsteps from the room became louder as it approached you. making you wonder why the birthday boy was up when the sun just barely even risen.

“morning, love.” you greeted with a sweet smile, walking up to him to wrap him in a warm embrace as you kissed him on the cheek and wished him a happy birthday, to which he responded with a thank you and a quick hug

“i cooked you breakfast. it was supposed to be a breakfast in bed kinda thing but you beat me to it. why are you up so early?” you asked as you motioned on the plated food. you watched him as he grabbed a piece of bacon and walked to the surfboards you had hung up on the wall

“kie invited me to surf this morning, i’m actually running late so i have to go.” he answered and tucked the surfboard under his arm. your smile faltered, a heavy feeling in your chest as you watched him start to walk towards the door

“aren’t you gonna eat with me atleast? i put effort into making this.” you said quite loudly, a desperate undertone in your voice as he stopped and turned around a bit

“thanks but sorry, y/n. you can just cover it and i’ll eat it later. i promised kie and i’m really late.” he went halfway out the door before peeking in one last time “besides, it’s my birthday, i can do whatever i want.”

you got ready for work, your hair tied up in a messy yet neatly done side braid. despite the disappointment the morning brought you, your last stop was the chateau. wanting to remind your boyfriend to pick you up once your shift ends.

when you arrived, the kid you who you recognized your closest to in terms of school and books with was out by the front porch. doing his usual nerdy routine that you adored so much

“sup pope!” you shouted, making him look up and offer a hand to do your handshake “look who’s ready for work” he replied which made you do a twirl and pose

“where’s he?” you asked and looked around “still out surfing with kie, john b is i don’t know where, heard he’s hanging out at the eight a lot lately.” you had mixed feeling with his answer. happy that what rafe said about john b having a thing with sarah could definitely be true, but a melancholy feeling replacing it immediately as you could just imagine what your boyfriend was doing

“oh..um..well, imma head to work. i don’t think i’ll be able to get a hold of jj so can you just remind him to pick me up tonight? don’t tell him but i’ll set up a quick dinner date since i’m closing tonight. we’ll be back in time for the kegger.” you explained and he smiled, reassuring you that he will grant your request

“see you later! be safe, y/n.” you turned around and saluted the awkward yet charming boy before you went your way.

it wasn’t a busy day in all of kildare at the moment, not having too much people to share a shade with as you waited for the ferry. you were preoccupied watching men taking out tanks of gasoline from the boat to the dock when you heard a familiar voice not too far from you.

“hey pogue! i heard your princess is throwing a little tea party tonight” you snapped your head into his direction, a smirk coming to the side of your lips as you leaned back comfortably on your seat.

“wanna play dress up as well, kook?” you bantered “nah i would love to see him wear a skirt though, you know, make a fool outta himself.” you rolled your eyes at his answer crossing your arms as he sat beside you

“you gonna be there?” he asked and you nodded before answering “he’s gonna pick me up before we go there” the prince nodded, staring out to the horizon as he accompanied you in waiting for the ferry

“so how have you been?” he asked, seriousness heard in his voice “i’ve been better, i miss you though not gonna lie. and don’t get too cocky now, i miss sarah and wheezie too.” he let out a chuckle, putting his hands up in surrender “if you say so.”

“so any plans tonight? gonna get laid by the blondie or what?” you cringed at the joke and flipped the bird “i know you’re going, rafe. promise me you won’t be any trouble.” you looked up at him and he shrugged “whatever makes you happy.”

just then the whistle from the ferry enveloped the area. you stood up and grabbed your purse as you looked at him one last time that day

“hey! it’s nice talking to you again.” he shouted, you waved goodbye as you walked up the steps, exchanging farewell smiles without the knowledge of having a certain blue eyed boy watching from afar.

as the sun hid behind the horizon, teens from all parts of the island basked under the warm hues it left the boneyard’s now picturesque surrounding. it didn’t matter what part of the island each individual was from, as long as no one will step over the boundaries that every group has set, no one will trip over and everyone will be united with one thing, and one thing only. keggers.

the pogues, without you, have arrived and claimed their usual spot by the broken tree trunk just near the shore. handing out beers to whoever wanted them; clueless tourons and ignorant kooks who just want to be rebels for the night despite having the access to their dad’s expensive wine cellar.

jj was having the time of his life, dancing with the other girl from your friend group and further feeding his ego with the flirtatious greetings of any girl that he interacts with. blatantly ignoring the possibility that news will eventually come to you.

pope observed the birthday celebrant, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around kiara and swayed their bodies together, wanting to remind the blonde for the hundredth time that he has to pick you up from work— which he definitely forgot. more so consumed a good amount of alcohol to do so and too preoccupied to remember.

and there you were alone at the restaurant you worked at. the candles burned out and a now cold dinner for two waiting at the table for someone you were sure is never going to show up, yet you waited.

you volunteered to close for the day so you can use the space to surprise him, instead you were the one surprised. not by a face screaming the words i love you and thank you, no. you were surprised by silence, or rather the fact that he forgot and let you be alone.

tears were threatening to fall down by the minute, but you shrugged it off and decided to clean up. playing your favourite song on the speakers to distract you from the sound of your breaking heart.

it wasn’t until the well known kooks arrived when jj’s attention was caught. red solo cup in their hands and the neatly steamed shirts hugging their physique.

not even sparing a second, it seems like the atmosphere had changed from being rollick to heavy. tension growing thicker in the air and the only way to stop it is to address the elephant in the room.

“look at the motherfucker! too wasted to even know his duties, it’s not even midnight yet!” rafe told his friends topper and kelce before turning to their rivals “hey yo jj! you fucked any one yet, birthday girl?!” he mocked, cupping his lips as he shouted to amplify his voice

with the alcohol in his system, jj didn’t waste any second to launch himself at the kook, grabbing his collar as their friends followed to stop the commotion.

“repeat what you just said and i’ll fucking kill you!” rafe let out a sarcastic laugh, not even fazed by the rage jj was giving out

“don’t worry, i’ll gladly tell y/n you’re basically throwing yourself on anyone who has boobs and an ass that talks to you.” he answered and observed the change of the blonde’s demeanour “oh wait, how will i be able to tell her if you let her be alone on the mainland?”

jj felt pilloried, not only did he realize what he has done, but to be reminded by his mortal enemy about the mess he made just made it worse.

“take care of this friend of yours, kiara! seems like you’re becoming closer than close. do your job, will ya?” rafe added before pushing jj away from him, too hard that he fell on his back on the sand with kiara rushing to the rescue.

“rafe i think you need to shut your mouth.” he looked to the side, john b catching his attention. “oh look who it is, topper!” he tapped his friend on the chest with the back of his hand and pointed at the brunette. letting out a laugh as if he knows things that a lot don’t.

“now i get why you guys are so close! you’re a bunch of cheaters,” he started and looked at pope who quietly asked “what the fuck is he talking about?” to john b which didn’t go unheard

“your supposed friend here, john b, influenced my bitch of a sister to cheat on topper can you imagine? and i know you notice about this thing going on with these two..” he motioned to jj and kiara who was now standing beside each other

“i thought you were smart, why are you hanging out with people who cheat? did you cheat on your exams too? is that what got you to be a scholarship candidate? damn!” rafe shouted just to infuriate the group more than they already are

rafe walked away, leaving his friends behind as he hurried to his car. shrugging off the fact that he had drank, not wanting to surround himself with people any further.

jj, on the other hand, let him go without another word. knowing what he cannot say anything to defend himself as all the kook said was somewhat true.

the fresh air from the ferry somehow helped with the way you tried to calm yourself down. as you got down the stairs, you clutched your bag as you got ready for your long walk in the dark.

that was until two courtesy honks were made which made you turn your head to the source. with his windows rolled down and the silhouette of his side features, you immediately knew who it was.

“you have a shitty boyfriend. come on i’ll drive you home.”

this is so long overdue! senior year got in the way but i’m doing online school for quite a while so i have time :)

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years

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Birthday Twins

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tony stark x reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Summary: Tony realizes that he doesn’t know your birthday.

“Hey, honey,” you called, walking into the lab. “I need you to finalize the guest list for your birthday before I send out the invitations.”

“Okay,” Tony answered, still busy when the Iron Man boot his was fixing up.

You walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and setting the list on his table.

“Please get this back to me by tonight,” you said.

“Of course,” Tony replied. You went to leave when he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you in for a kiss. “What would I do without you?”

“Plan the party yourself.” You pecked his lips before moving away. “I’ll be out all day getting things together for the party, call if you need anything. Hi, Bruce.” You greeted the man while you were on your way out of the lab and he was on his way in.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bruce replied.

“I’ll see you boys later! Don’t do anything too stupid.” And you left the room.

“What was Y/N doing here?” Bruce asked, getting his station ready for the day.

“She was just asking me to finalize the guest list for my party in a few weeks.”

“Oh…” Bruce nodded. He began to get working when a thought crossed his mind. “Tony, how long has Y/N been a part of the team?”

“About four years, I think.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Two years. Why?”

“In the time that you’ve known Y/N and that you two have been dating, have we ever celebrated her birthday?”

“Well, of course!” Tony sat up straight and turned to face his lab partner. “It’s was when… There was that time…” He put his hand on his chin as his eyes seemed to replay the last few years. “There was that party— no, that was just for fun… I-I don’t know. We’ve—she’s… I don’t know my girlfriends birthday. JARVIS?”

“At your service, sir,” the AI responded.

“Pull up everything there is on Y/N L/N. Specifically, look for her birthday.”

“Pulling up everything there is on Ms. L/N.”

The screens around Tony’s work station turned on. Soon, there were filled with images and information on you. Both JARVIS and Tony scanned through each of the images. Bruce even came over to help, curious as well. They each scanned and rescanned every piece of information, coming up with nothing.

“It seems that all traces of Ms. L/N’s date of birth has been erased from all records,” JARVIS stated.

“There’s got to be something out there,” Tony muttered. “But there’s even no trace of her birth certificate. How’s that possible?”

“Someone obviously went through great lengths to hide it. Even from your systems.”

“It’s so frustrating!”

“Why don’t you just call her and ask her? I’m sure she’d have an explanation for why her birth date can’t be found.”

“I can’t ask her, that makes me seem like the worst boyfriend ever. I’m going to ask around on the team, see if any of them know.”

And that’s just what Tony did. He started with Steve, who was in his office doing paperwork.

“Rogers,” Tony waltzed into the office, “you busy?”

“Well, kind of,” Steve answered. “I’m in the middle of—“

“This won’t take long. Just a quick question. Um… do you know Y/N’s birthday?”

Steve’s full attention was now on the man in front of him. “What? You don’t know Y/N’s birthday?”

“That wasn’t what I said. I asked if you knew when her birthday is.”

“No, I don’t. Why?”

“Well, Bruce and I realized that we didn’t know it. So then we asked JARVIS for help, but nothing is in the system. Like someone deleted any trace of the day she was born.”

“And why can’t you just ask her?”

Tony groaned. “Because she’ll see what an awful boyfriend I am and that she can do better. She’ll leave me because I don’t know her date of birth!”

“Tony, if she hasn’t left you yet, I don’t think she’s going anywhere.”

“You don’t know that.” Tony shook his head, heading for the door.

Tony went to Clint next, then Thor. Both of them questioned him not knowing his girlfriend’s birthday as well. Next he asked Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy, they were better people than him. They had to know. But sadly, they didn’t have a clue either when your birthday was either. Tony was frustrated and running out of time to find out before you got home. He was sulking in the kitchen, cup of coffee in hand, when Natasha walked in.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked, moving around the kitchen to make herself some tea.

“I’m pretty sure Y/N’s going to break up with me.”

“And why do you think that?”

Tony sighed. “Because I don’t know her birthday.”

“Oh…”

“Oh?” Tony looked at Nat, confused. “You’re not going to harass me about— you know. Red, you’ve got to tell me what you know.”

“Oh, no.” Nat shook her head. “If Y/N hasn’t told you, then she doesn’t want you to know.”

“Please, Red. I’ll do anything to know. I’ve… it’s taken me so long to even question it, I can’t even imagine what she thinks of me.”

“She doesn’t think anything but amazing things about you, Tony. I know that.”

“Then just tell me. So that I can surprise her, even just a little.”

“I don’t know—“

“I’ll upgrade your suit with whatever you want. And your room. I’ll even send you on vacation while it’s happening. I’ll do anything, just tell me what you know.”

Natasha thought about it for a minute before giving in. “Fine. You can’t tell her I told you though.”

“Promise.”

“When Y/N was little, instead of celebrating her birthday, her parents would mourn the loss of their freedom. Her parents would fight each other all day and tell her that they wished she’d never been born. And no one else cared to ever celebrate it with her either. So, when she agreed to began working for SHIELD, she made Fury promise to erase all evidence of her birth and the date.”

“And do you know when it is?”

“Yes… but you’ve got to be careful Tony. She won’t know how to handle it if you go overboard. No one’s ever celebrated it with her.”

“When is it?”

“May 29th.”

Tony was taken back. Your birthday was the same as his, and he’d had no clue. Every year, he threw a party and, ever since you arrived in his life, you always helped plan. Never complaining or giving any thing away about how the day was your special day too.

“I…” Tony leaned back against the counter, hiding his face in his hands. “I’m an awful person…”

Before Natasha could comfort the man, the elevator dinged and you stepped out with a bunch of shopping bags.

“Hey, guys!” You greeted them happily.

Tony immediately plastered a smile on his face and came over to help you with the bags. “Hey, honey,” he replied, placing a kiss to your temple.

“Hi, Y/N,” Nat responded. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you guys later.”

“See ya,” you said. You and Tony set the bags on the counter before you came up and wrapped your arms around his waist. You placed a soft kiss on his lips. “How was your day? Do anything fun?”

“Oh, you know… just stayed in the lab with Bruce all day until I needed a cup of coffee.”

“Yes,” you chuckled. “I do know.” You moved to begin putting everything away.

“How was shopping?”

“Found everything I needed. Did you finish finalizing the guest list?”

“I didn’t… but that was because I was thinking that we might do something just you and me.” Tony moved to your side. “What’d ya think?”

“But I’ve done all the planning and you love hosting big parties, especially if they’re celebrating you.”

“I usually do. But I kind of just want to celebrate alone with you this year.”

“We could have the party and then escape for a week. How about that?”

Tony sighed. “That sounds good… Um… Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Alway.” You were too busy putting things away to notice Tony’s nervousness.

“When’s your birthday?”

You froze, back facing Tony. Why would he want to know that? After all these years? You assumed he would have just forgotten about your birthday. You basically had until you met Tony. But then you made sure that day became all about him. Your childhood wasn’t what many considered normal. Your parents weren’t totally sold on having you and, once your were born, that only got worse. They told you every day that they didn’t want you. And every year on your birthday, instead of happily celebrating your birth, they mourned the freedom they once had before you.

“W-why do you want to k-know?” You quietly stuttered, not moving to face him.

“Because I realized that I’ve been a horrible boyfriend. And I’ve known you for a few years know and we’ve never celebrated your birthday.”

“You aren’t a horrible boyfriend, Tony. You’re the best.” You continued putting things away. “And I don’t have a birthday.”

“Everyone has a birthday, Y/N/N. Why won’t you tell me yours?” Tony went to grab onto your hand but you pulled it away from him.

“Because I don’t have one,” you snapped, finally facing him. You let the few stray tears that wanted to escape, fall to your cheeks. “And I’m pretty sure that’s why you’re asking me. Cause you tried to look it up but couldn’t find anything. Don’t go searching for something that’s not there, Tony.”

“Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

“Because I don’t have to!” Your tears were heavier now. “J-just… leave it, Tony. There’s somethings you don’t need to know.”

And then you rushed away. You didn’t go to your shared bedroom, you ran to the bedroom you had before you moved in with Tony. You needed to be alone, to calm down. You blamed your family for you hating your birthday, but that didn’t give you permission to get mad at Tony.

Still in the kitchen, Tony ran his hands over his face. Frustrated as himself for pushing you. He knew you needed time to calm down, so he decided to head back to the lab. Bruce wasn’t there when he entered, but the guest list was. That’s when it hit him, he would give you a surprise birthday party. But he’d let you think that you were planning his party. Tony instantly got to work, finalizing the guest list and even sending messages to them so that they would be let in on the secret. He was determined to help you feel better about your birthday.

You slept in your own room, even up to the day of Tony’s party. You and him were on better terms, but you still wanted your space. After the penthouse was all decked out and ready for the party, you went to your room to get yourself ready. When you arrived, there was a gorgeous dress lying on the bed with a note on top of it. You walked over and slowly picked up the note.

You deserve to look stunning tonight. Thank for all you do for me. Love, T

You smiled at the note before you continued to get ready. Upon arriving at the penthouse, you were immediately put on guard. The whole place was dark, which wasn’t how you’d left it, and there seemed to be no one there.

“Hello?” You called into the darkness as you entered the grand room further. “Where is everyone? Hello?”

Suddenly, the lights came on and people came jumping out, yelling, “Surprise! Happy birthday!”

You jumped, holding your hand over your heart. You looked around, everyone that had been on the guest list was there and the decorations that you had put up earlier where still there as well. The only difference being that the banners now had both yours and Tony’s names on them. How did he figure it out? Tony was the first one to you, carefully coming up due to the fact you had yet to say anything or move.

“Honey,” he called gently. “You okay?”

“H-how? W-hy? You…” You struggled to form a complete thought. “Did you… what?”

“I know that I wasn’t suppose to know, for whatever reason. But, Y/N, I love you. And I want to celebrate you like you have me, so many times.” He came forward, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you close, while his free hand moved to cup your cheek. “You deserve to be celebrated.” You broke into tears, head falling into Tony’s chest. “Oh… sweetheart… please don’t cry. Not on our birthday.”

“I’m sorry… it’s just… no one’s ever wanted to c-celebrate me…”

“I always want to celebrate you, Y/N/N. I just wish I had known sooner.”

You looked up at him, teary eyed. “Is that why you were trying to convince me to go away with you, instead of having this party?”

“Yes. I just thought you’d like that better. But then I made you upset and I knew I needed to surprise you somehow.”

“How’d you figure it out?”

“Red told me after I had tried everyone else. But please don’t get mad at her. She was only trying to help.”

“I won’t. At least not today.” You looked around the room. “I can’t believe you hijacked your own birthday party for me,” you chuckled. “I think it makes me love you a little more.”

“Then my planned work.” He pressed a long kiss to your lips.

“Thank you Tony. And I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“It’s okay. As long as you leave with me tonight for our week long vacation and let me spoil you rotten to make up for lost time.”

You grinned, looking at him lovingly. “That sounds perfect.” You pulled him in for a kiss. “Happy birthday, Tony,” you whispered.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart."

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It’s my cat’s birthday

I saw this and thought about Remus and Sirius, so this happened.

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*Ping* Remus’ cellphone announced that he had received a message. When he opened the text, he sighed. It was from James.

James: Hey, Rem! Wanna have lunch? My treat

He had been inviting Remus for lunch almost every Friday since the beginning of the semester. It was a nice gesture and Remus loved free food, but it was not as innocent as a simple lunch between friends. No. James had hidden intentions. Well, not that hidden. His intentions were clear as water, but he liked to think he was being subtle.

On Fridays, Remus had a class with Lily, just before lunch break. And every Friday James would send the same text to Remus when his class was ending. Remus would exit the classroom with Lily, only to see James waiting for him (them) outside. James would then ask Remus if he was ready for lunch and, using his not-so-good acting skills, turn to Lily exclaiming something on the lines of “Oh, Evans, what a coincidence. Do you want to tag along?”

Lily used to refuse at first, but after a couple of weeks of constant insistence, she accepted to have lunch with them. After some more weeks, Lily started being more friendly with James and he was over the moon. However, instead of going for lunch just the two of them like a normal we-are-quite-not-dating-yet-but-yes-we-are couple, James was still inviting Remus as an excuse to invite Lily along.

Remus replied to James’ text and busied himself again.

Remus: Sorry, James. Can’t today

James’ answer didn’t take long.

James: What? Why? Come on, Sirius is also coming today ;)

Sirius… For the last two Fridays, James’ friend, Sirius, had been joining them for lunch. It was a welcomed addition to their lunch dates, as Remus had someone to talk to and share his third-wheeling. Over those two lunches, Remus and Sirius had gotten to know each other a bit. Enough for Remus to take a special liking toward Sirius, but not enough for him to know if Sirius could possibly be interested. It was not very likely, and he tried to maintain his little crush as hidden as possible. But apparently, he had not been too sly about it. James had noticed.

Remus: It’s Leo’s birthday

It sounded like a pathetic excuse, but it was true. Today was his cat’s first birthday and Remus wasn’t going to let him spend the day alone, so he had skipped a couple of classes to be at home earlier. He could ask Lily for the notes.

James: What?

Remus sent a photo of Leo with a tiny birthday hat, in front of the wall on which he had put a sign reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

James did not answer after that.

About half an hour later, his phone pinged again with some new messages. This time it was from an unknown number.

Sirius: Hey! I hope you don’t mind, James gave me your number after I asked him why are you not joining us for lunch today. He didn't want to tell me, so I hope it's nothing bad? Are you okay?

Sirius: It’s Sirius, btw

Remus stared at the text for a moment. He blinked and read it again. It was from Sirius. He was worried about Remus, about why he had not joined for lunch.

Remus felt a little smile tug at his lips, and replied to the text.

Remus: Hi!

No, I don't mind. I'm fine, nothing bad happened. It's Leo's first birthday and I couldn't leave him alone all day.

A couple of beats passed before the reply came through.

Sirius: … What?

He sent Sirius the same photo he had sent James.

Not a second later, his phone chimed in his hands.

Sirius: OMG! It's your cat's birthday!

Sirius: Look at him with his little party hat!

Sirius: I think it's true what they say about pets looking like their owners. He is one of the cutest things I have seen ;)

Remus didn't know how to respond to that. He felt himself blushing. He didn't want to get his hopes high about Sirius flirting with him, so he settled on confirming that yes, Leo was the cutest cat, indeed.

After some more time, another text from Sirius arrived.

Sirius: How does Leo feel about dogs?

That was a weird question, and not what Remus thought would follow in their conversation.

Remus: He's very friendly with all the other animals he has met. So I would say he does feel kind of okay about dogs. Why?

Another silent moment, followed by the next Sirius' text.

Sirius: And how does he feel about dogs' handsome owners that were looking forward to meeting his owner for lunch and finally asking him on a date?

Now was Remus' turn to be confused. Was Sirius really saying that he wanted to go on a date with Remus? That he was going to ask him on a date today over lunch?

Remus: … What?

The next text was accompanied by a picture. It was a selfie of Sirius hugging the biggest black dog Remus had seen.

Sirius: I was thinking, if Leo and you are okay with it, Snuffles and I could come over to celebrate Leo's birthday. We could bring snacks and take out?

Remus stared at his phone. Was Sirius really asking him on a date? Was he suggesting that he wanted to come to Remus’ flat and spend time with him and his cat for his cat’s birthday?

Remus: Leo says it’s alright as long as you bring snacks ;)

Sirius: Perfect! It’s a date then!

Yes, Sirius was going to spend time with him and his cat on his cat’s birthday. Remus sent him the address and busied himself organizing a bit around the flat.

Two hours later, Remus and Sirius were sitting on his sofa watching a movie, while Leo and Snuffles shared the pet friendly cake Sirius had brought. The two animals took a liking for each other immediately after meeting, and even took a nap cuddled around each other after finishing the cake.

Remus looked around to his little flat. He looked at Sirius at his side and to their pets on the floor. He couldn’t believe how this could be one of the best first dates he had ever had. Definitely not a common one, but it was certainly one for the books.

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Devil’s Sweet Star (29)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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Having a good growing reputation in Roseville is a good thing. When you arrived here to open your café, you didn't expect to attract people in such a short time. And yet that's what happened. But who would have thought that one day you would be in the mayor's office? You pinch yourself mentally to wake up. Because honestly you don't believe it. Just as you still do not believe that Mayor Tallis came to your café, drank and eat in your café and is personally invited to come and see him in his office at the town hall a few days before. No, it's impossible.

And yet you are there. In the town hall. Waiting for the mayor to bring you in. According to his secretary, he had to make an important call before he received you. You didn't dare to believe it. And yet, it's coming. You don't know what he wants from you but one thing is certain; You are not likely to forget that day. You play nervously with your fingers, occasionally taking your phone to watch the time or go on social media. The more time passed, more the stress rose. After about ten minutes, the door of the mayor's office opened and the mayor came out, with a big smile on his face.

Marius Tallis has been caring for Roseville for 30 years. If at first there were few shops and inhabitants, he quickly changes things and made this dear little village more attractive. Despite his past sixties, He stood straight, his short gray hair, his thin face and his hazel eyes made him a man in full health and always as radiant with vitality. If only we could all be as fit at that age...

“Ah! Miss (y/n)! Please come in! Please excuse me for the delay but I had to make an important call and it lasted much longer than I had anticipated.” He said before letting you in, inviting you to take a seat.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Mayor, I understand perfectly. Being mayor involves a heavy responsibility and sometimes it’s better to take the time to discuss things and others than to rush.” you respond with a smile.

“This is even more the case when you have been running a small town for 30 years. I have seen and evolved Roseville, and today it’s as I dreamed of it. I don't want to make it a metropolis or anything else, but just a small town that is welcoming to everyone. You must surely be wondering why I invited you to meet me in my office.”

“I must admit that this is quite a... surprising situation. In general, we are the ones who ask to see you when there is a problem, and not the opposite.”

He pressed the intercom button and asked his secretary to bring two coffees. After a few minutes she arrived with the tray in hand that she placed on the mayor's desk. The latter thanked her warmly and asked her a couple of things before letting her go back to work quietly. He handed you a cup that you accept, thanking him, and then sat down at his desk, taking his cup in hand to drink a sip of coffee.

“Miss (y/n), if I asked you to come to my office... it’s because I have a proposal to make to you. Since you came here, and opened your business, I have only heard positive reviews and compliments about you. Know that you have gained a flourishing reputation in a short time and this is quite rare in your field.” He said before gets up and to go to an old photo of the city hanging on the wall. “Since I've been running Roseville... I organize every year its... birthday if I can put it like that. Every year I celebrate the efforts I have managed to make as well as those of the inhabitants, to make Roseville the city as we know it and see it today. It’s an event that all the inhabitants want and so do I. My request is simple: I would like you to be the one who will take care of this year's pastries. You will have the field free as to which pastries you want to add to it. It's like... a huge banquet to which you bring sweetness and sugar. I know that what I am asking of you is important and that an event of this magnitude is new to you. You don't have to answer me right away, the festival is only for in 2 weeks. But I would be very honoured if you would agree.”

“Well, Mr. Mayor, I... I am very honored that you offer me to participate fully in this event... it's true that it's brand new for me... but you are not afraid that... that the Ghostface manifests itself? I suspect that it will be done during the day but... it's going to last very late I guess, and we all know that Ghostface is a man of the night.” you ask worried. This is the kind of event that Ghostface could easily blend into the crowd to spot his next victim... or come and see you.

“Don't worry about this, Inspector Wilhelm and his men will take care of the security of the event. Because unfortunately because of this... Ghostface, we forget the young delinquents who take advantage of it to spoil everything and aggress people. As for Ghostface, I place all my trust in our police to arrest him. No criminal is perfect miss (y/n), sooner or later the rider will fall from his horse. And the fool will be locked up.” he replied with a sincere smile.

You nod, then the mayor escorts you to the entrance of the town hall, greeting you warmly. You, participate in the event of the city? While you have only been living there for a short time? It was unthinkable. And yet that's what's happening to you right now. But you have to think about it, that's why the mayor gives you time before giving an answer. The first thing you do is send a message to Jed. You have to warn someone of all this!

He replied that he was happy to hear the news, the Roseville Gazette would cover the event with other local newspapers. He does not assure that it will be him and his group who will take care of writing the article but he will come to see you. You can be sure of that. Jed is really adorable... even while working he finds a way to take time for you.

You go back to the café to discuss it with Amy and Corey. How will they react? they have just started their work that they find themselves with a great event on their shoulders. It would be a little selfish of you to impose that on them. We might as well discuss it with them. You will then decide.

“It's... it's serious??? The mayor himself asked you???” said Corey, shocked.

“I can't believe it... I don't know what to say... I am speechless!” said Amy.

“I haven't given an answer yet... but I know it's going to be a lot of work and...as you just started, I don't want to put you that much work and pressure right now.” you replied with a little smile.

“You're kidding! On the contrary, we are ready! You realize, the mayor in person asks that it’s us, or rather you who takes care of the pastries for the Roseville Festival of this year! It is an honour and an unexpected opportunity!” said Corey excited.

“Are you sure? It's going to be a lot of work! It's not a dozen people that we will serve but the whole city! or even more! We will have to redouble our efforts! understood?”

“Yes Madam!” said Amy and Corey at the same time.

You're still talking a little bit to see what you could prepare for the festival. There are so many pastries that you could prepare, plus you have no limits according to the mayor! what to choose? what to do? So much possibility! it must please everyone! you are going to propose several of them, but which ones is the question. You call the mayor to inform him that you accept his proposal. He was delighted to know that you will participate fully in the festival and informed you again that the event will be held in 2 weeks. This gives you plenty of time to prepare everything and think about what you are going to do. But the idea that Ghostface could be there, not knowing who he actually is scares you. And the worst thing is that it can really be anyone and he won't come and tell you it's him easily. He will pretend not to know you, will smile at you like a normal person.

Your whole body began to shiver thinking that you are going to talk to the one who has been harassing you since your arrival without even recognizing him. You, Amy and Corey give yourself an afternoon of rest. since you had an appointment with the mayor around 2pm, it’s not necessary to reopen for the afternoon. Fortunately, you had already informed the usual clientele via a sign that you would exceptionally close this afternoon. But at the income level, you have not lost your afternoon, given all the people you have had this morning, you can even tell yourself that you have made a profit.

You return home after performing your daily ritual at the shop, fear in your stomach. But you don't show it, you don't want to worry Jed... and you don't prefer to see him angry. Fortunately, this has never happened yet. The latter stood in front of your door, his angelic smile on his lips. But despite all your efforts, he noticed that something was wrong. He took you in his arms, hugging you while placing a kiss on your cheek and then on your lips.

“What's going on? Did you have a problem at work today?” he asks, passing his hand on your cheek.

“No, not at all on the contrary, we had a lot of people and we even made profits. I'm just a little tired that's all.” you simply answer.

“If there was a contest of the worst lie, you would win without problem. Tell me what’s wrong. Is it in relation to the mayor's proposal?”

“... Yes. I'm a little afraid that I'm not up to the task. You realize, I've only been here for a short time, he has more competent pastry chefs than me, and yet it is I who the mayor has chosen to participate in this year's festival. I have never participated in something so important, imagine that I miss everything? I'm going to pass for a fool in front of the whole city.” You replied. Of course, you’re lying, that's not what scares you, but you really don't want to worry Jed. Or make him angry.

“Hey, if the mayor asked you, it's for a good reason. Even though there are pastry chefs who have been here longer than you, it’s your pastries that people want to eat. And I'm one of them. So, you don't have to care about it, I know you're going to make it. And then you're not alone, you have your employees and... if need be, I would come and give you a helping hand.”

“Oh? would the great Jed Olsen be a fine pastry chef in addition to be a great journalist?” You replied with a laugh.

“Hey you took pie twice the last time we had dinner together. So, you can say that I am... a god?” he responds with an innocent look.

“Very funny mr. god of pastry, we will see it on the ground with REAL equipment. In the meantime, I'm going to go rest a little and think about what cakes I'm going to do. How about you?”

“Well for once I'm going to go and rest too. with everything that's going on right now... I need to be fit. I know, "Jed Olsen taking care of him for once, it's a miracle," but it happens to me from time to time to think about myself.”

“I hope so. Good night Jed... I love you.”

“I love you too. Good night...” he says, heading to his apartment before he stops. “Oh, I almost forgot! You remember when we thought... that we had to move in together? Well, the apartment on the top floor is free and... it’s the size of our apartments combined so... I thought maybe we could take it? I talked to Mr. Lawson about it and told him that I would see with you.”

“I'll think about it. Thank you, Jed.”

You go home, without seeing the sneaky smile that was looming on Jed's face. You don't know what you're getting into... oh no, you don't know. You put your things down before going to your room, take clean clothes, and then you head to the bathroom to take a good shower. After that, you land in your sofa, a pencil and a notebook in hand, a recipe book placed on the coffee table. For 2 hours, you try to see what you could do, the pages of the notebooks darkening as you write, scratch, erase. But nothing suits you. Absolutely nothing.

“I don't see why you're looking for inspiration in these ridiculous books. I think for once... you could improvise, do something that bears your signature.”

You jump off the couch, pointing the pencil like a weapon at Ghostface. He sneered and approached you, with this approach of his own. This nonchalance that he possesses says a lot about him... just like his gestures.

“Oh my god...how scared I am, honey. Are you really going to hurt me with this weapon of mass destruction? Is this pencil as sharp as my knife?” he said ironically.

“Shut your Mouth ! I'm tired of all the men in this city trying to charm me and take me for a weak ! Just like that damn server !” you said angry.

You put a hand on your mouth realizing what you have just said. You just said, in front of Ghostface, that someone seduces you. What did you do?

“ There’s someone in this city that will taste my blade, if I find him. Thank you very much my angel, thanks to you, I have just found one more victim.”

“Don’t you dare...”

“Or what? Are you going to report me to the police? For wanting to protect you, or even save you from a potential dangerous predator? remember : I fall, you fall too.” Ghostface said, gently touching your cheek with his gloved hand before taking your face into his hands.

“ You know, I've already lost someone because of a bastard who had nothing to f**k about life, I won't let it happen again. You can count on that. I'm already nice enough to let Jed take care of you while waiting for you to drop him for me.”

He released you before heading with an assured step towards the window. He looked at you, and even if you couldn't see his face, you could imagine the anger and madness that was looming over his face.

“I had planned to spend time with you tonight but... in itself you just gave me a job. I'll find him... and when I know who he is... he will bitterly regret it.”

He disappeared out the window before you could say or do anything. You sit heavily on your couch, taking your face in your hands. What have you done? You have just offered Ghostface a new victim! even if he is just an idiot who tries and who already regrets his actions, he deserves more than death.

You have just signed the death warrant of a man.

And the worst... It's that deep down of your heart, you want it.

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(In three days, I will be 23 years old. Time passes too quickly I didn't even see the year pass! Enjoy your youth as much as you can because given everything that happens, we do not see the time passing at a crazy speed. Once again, I would like to thank you for following the little potato that I am! I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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National Enquirer, April 5

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Cover: Meghan Markle's secret psych analysis

Page 2: Heather Locklear has put on a lot of weight since she got out of rehab last fall -- she looks to be carrying 170 pounds on her five-foot-five frame and she looks to have gained 35 pounds

Page 3: Miranda Lambert has taken another swipe at ex Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani by dissing their upcoming nuptials -- Miranda has been urging mutual friends to skip the wedding and she's got everyone in Nashville and beyond all riled up and either you're Team Miranda or you're Team Blake, and if you're with him you can forget about being friends with her and she's forcing people to choose sides and she'll have no qualms cutting off anyone who attends Blake's wedding

Page 4: Alex Rodriguez struck out with fiancee Jennifer Lopez after she discovered his hot-and-heavy direct messages to a long string of women -- their four-year romance went foul after Southern Charm's Madison LeCroy publicly admitted she'd been in touch with A-Rod and Jennifer found out he'd reached out to other beauties through social media and Jennifer had had enough

* Concerned mom Jennifer Garner is struggling to cement her relationship with daughter Violet now that the 15-year-old is barreling through the turbulent teens -- Jennifer said the heartbreak is just that she's growing up at all and it's heartbreaking for the mom and for the teenager, needing to have that kind of severing of this baby-mama tie

Page 5: Chris Brown's spacey social media posts about aliens have close pals concerned about the R&B crooner, including his once-battered ex Rihanna -- Chris is obsessed with conspiracy theories and all things supernatural

Page 6: Disgraced Felicity Huffman is fuming about scuffling for plum parts while rumors swirl fellow felon Lori Loughlin has already been invited back into her old TV series and Felicity can't understand why she is being forced to go through the whole audition process while Lori seems to be welcomed back with open arms -- though she hates to do it, Felicity feels the only way she can get attention is to do a tell-all interview about her humiliating part in the scandal -- Felicity has scored a part in the ABC pilot Sacramento River Cats, though there is no guarantee the project will make it onto the air, but insiders and fans of the hit Hallmark series When Calls the Heart have all been filling the internet with talk of Lori's rumored return -- Felicity believes the only way to get public sympathy is to spill her guts, even though all she wants is put the scandal far behind her

Page 8: Stressed Tonight Show host Jimmy Fallon has been packing on the pounds as his talk show continues to battle with Stephen Colbert's Late Show and Jimmy Kimmel Live in the late-night ratings and Jimmy has been partying and pigging out to find any comfort he can as Tonight continues to trail the field in total viewers and Jimmy is over 200 pounds for the first time in his life and it's because he's overindulging to compensate for the show's struggles and Jimmy and the gym do not mix even though he had a full fitness center installed at his New York apartment years ago

* Debilitated diva Liza Minnelli's 75th birthday party turned into a disaster when her frail physical condition alarmed friends -- celebrity pals also joined a virtual bash for the legend, even though Liza insisted she didn't want a big fuss and Liza's manager threw the small dinner party on her birthday and about eight people, including Joan Collins, attended in person and several other friends, including Barbra Streisand, recorded video messages and performances for Liza but before the party, Liza was in such bad shape she told friends that she didn't want to participate or be seen on camera -- in the end, Liza, who's undergone multiple surgeries and struggled with substance abuse for years, agreed to join the gathering at the L.A. home of her longtime protege Michael Feinstein and Liza sang but she didn't look well and her voice is shot to pieces and she was propped up in a chair and barely moved from it because she can't walk well anymore and during a live chat during the party the hashtag #FreeLiza started to pop up and not everyone meant it as a joke and there's a feeling certain people have taken over her life and longtime friends have been frozen out and they fear she'll never appear in public again and they won't see her again before she dies -- when friends saw the videos the next day they were upset and very worried, saying Liza really appears to have declined

Page 9: Angelina Jolie has fired a shocking new salvo against ex Brad Pitt over custody of their five youngest children and her latest court documents allege domestic violence and even worse, some of the nearly dozen papers Angie just filed offer up a few of the kids to testify against their dad and Angie is now claiming she can offer proof and authority of domestic violence but Brad's lawyers are expected to respond with a vehement denial -- with the newest court filings, all of which are sealed, Angie is determined to get full custody of the kids and Angelina has fought tooth and nail to get what she wants in this divorce and when it comes to her kids she won't back down

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Farrah Abraham in a bikini, 50 Cent chased away his thirst with a drink at an Atlanta eatery, Natasha Lyonne of Russian Doll was on her game while playing chess on the NYC set, Selma Blair met up with a pal in Studio City, Reggie Bush showed he's still in fine form during a Mexican vacay

Page 11: Gwyneth Paltrow isn't above using a little goop to smooth out the age lines -- the lifestyle guru recently admitted to resorting to a teeny drop of Xeomin, which claims to be a uniquely purified choice for frown lines, to help her look less pissed off but she also admitted her history with fillers hasn't always been happy and she had a midlife crisis when she turned 40 and she went to see this doctor and it was a disaster and she was bruised and her forehead was completely frozen and she didn't look like herself at all -- she also admitted she believes there is still a lot of shame around surgery or injectables or fillers and it's like admitting a vulnerability -- she said she thinks aging is hard and when you see your face start to change, you don't necessarily feel your most beautiful, externally, but the irony is it's that time in your life when you actually really like yourself and love yourself

* Wendy Williams' handpicked hunk Mike Esterman has better buckle up because the daytime diva has already mapped out their future, and he's in for a wild ride -- Wendy boasted she chose her Maryland-based beau after receiving hundreds of submissions to her Date Wendy segment, but she's aiming to renovate the contractor and it's all about image, stylists and bodyguards for Wendy right now and she's already got a reality show in the works for them, a TV crew and photographers trailing them everywhere and his-and-her makeovers too -- she's gone from zero to 60 with this guy in a matter of days

Page 12: Straight Shuter gossip column -- Miley Cyrus is going country after her last two albums tanked -- Miley offended her core audience with her outrageous behavior and punk sound and she's signed with a new record label and the plan is to reintroduce her to the country audience that loved her dad, Billy Ray Cyrus, and once loved her -- Miley's behavior has overshadowed her talent for years and her new team will guide Miley back to her roots in the world of country and finding the right sound should be easy but can Miley find the right behavior

* Gayle King owes her glow on CBS This Morning to a new makeup artist and after being tended to by a fill-in makeup artist and told she looked better than ever, Gayle quietly dismissed her longtime makeup man but there's an unspoken code of ethics in the pro makeup world that if you're asked to replace a longtime client's makeup person, the appropriate answer is no

* The Sex and the City reboot isn't all cosmos and roses -- Sarah Jessica Parker was the show's executive producer, giving her much more power than her co-stars, but Cynthia Nixon and Kristin Davis will also executive produce the reboot and there's already tension -- sharing power is hard for anyone who's been the boss for years and it isn't one big happy family

* Rachel Brosnahan gets some puppy love on the set of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (picture)

Page 13: The knives are out for self-appointed queen bee of The Talk Sharon Osbourne after she was exposed as TV's meanest host -- the salty motormouth has been accused of a barrage of racist and anti-gay zingers, forcing the gabfest to go on hiatus while CBS investigates the claims -- former host Leah Remini claimed Sharon would frequently refer to then-co-host Julie Chen, who is Chinese American, as 'wonton' and 'slanty eyes' and Sharon also reportedly referred to her out lesbian co-host Sara Gilbert as 'p--sy licker' and 'fish eater' -- in a tweet, Holly Robinson Peete implied Sharon's racist comments led to her leaving the show -- Sharon also chased Marie Osmond on the show last fall and tried to take it over after Julie Chen quit in 2018 -- Sharon has denied all claims against her -- Sharon's big personality is central to The Talk, but some of these allegations, although none have yet been proven, are the kind of remarks that could be career-ending

Page 14: Crime

Page 16: Demi Lovato's shocking admission that she continues to puff pot and swill booze after multiple rehab stints and a near-fatal drug overdose has pals and addiction experts convinced the singer is courting disaster -- she dropped the bombshell in a recent interview and claimed indulging in those vices has helped her fend off more serious addictions and the chronic depression that has dogged her entire life -- Demi came very close to dying three years ago after she overdosed on opioids and it triggered three stokes and a heart attack, and a lot of people were terrified she would never recover and her friends are convinced she's put herself right back on the same self-destructive path -- Demi claimed she was sexually assaulted by her dealer on the day of her almost-fatal OD and when her assistant found her unconscious and surrounded by vomit following the wild binge, she was naked and she was blue and she was left for dead and she had unknowingly taken heroin that was laced with the powerful drug fentanyl

Page 17: Devastated Lisa Marie Presley is finding comfort in the arms of her first husband, Danny Keough, after their son Benjamin Keough's suicide -- Danny has given her a shoulder to cry on and he's the only one who can understand the despair she feels after losing Benjamin -- Lisa Marie has been inconsolable since Benjamin died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound and she's moved in with Danny in Woodland Hills, California and she's also struggled with substance abuse and the stress of an ongoing divorce battle from fourth husband Michael Lockwood -- although her marriage to Danny ended in 1994, he's remained close to the family, working as a driver and handyman for their actress daughter, Riley Keough and Riley couldn't be happier that her dad has been so helpful to her mother and it's taking a full team to keep Lisa Marie together and Danny was definitely proven he's still on her team

* The sudden death of Bobby Brown Jr. remains shrouded in mystery as the 28-year-old's autopsy report was placed on a security hold following a request from the LAPD -- the namesake son of Bobby Brown and his ex-girlfriend Kim Ward lived with his famous father in Encino, California, where the singer found him responsive -- Bobby Jr. has been doing drugs with pals and insiders suspected he was deliberately dosed with a fatal cocktail of booze, cocaine and painkillers

Page 18: American Life

Page 19: Tina Turner is using a new documentary about her life as a final farewell to fans after the R&B icon was rocked by a string of physical and mental health woes including the crippling effects of a 2013 stroke -- the eye-opening documentary Tina is a love letter to her millions of supporters and the punctuation mark to a life defined by startling professional success and heartbreaking personal catastrophes -- Tina admitted she's had an abusive life but at a certain stage forgiveness takes over -- in the documentary Tina confessed she suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and has frightening flashbacks of being savagely beaten throughout her hellish 16-year marriage to the late Ike Turner and Tina's current husband, German music producer Erwin Bach, even compared his spouse to a shell-shocked soldier -- more recently, Tina has been battered by health crises after suffering a stroke in 2013 and being diagnosed with intestinal cancer three years later, mere months before her kidneys failed and Erwin donated one of his own to save her life -- Tina knows the end is near and this film is truly her last encore

Page 20: Match Game -- a round up of male and female celebs who look astonishingly similar, despite their opposite genders -- Sophie Turner and Boy George, Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber, Timothee Chalamet and Natalia Dyer, Tom Cruise and Tig Notaro

Page 21: Melissa McCarthy and Ricky Gervais, Eva Marcille and Terrence Howard, Bret Michaels and Fergie, Josh Hartnett and Clea DuVall

Page 22: Katy Perry sparked rumors she had finally taken the plunge with longtime love Orlando Bloom after she was seen sporting a suspicious gold band on her left ring finger while vacationing in Hawaii

* Scott Disick has confessed baby mama Kourtney Kardashian is the reason his relationships fail -- the reality TV slacker revealed his now ex-girlfriend Sofia Richie felt neglected because he spent more time with Kourtney and their three kids, saying it's definitely not easy that they see each other, work together and are friends but he's always been clear that his priority has been his kids and he even put it out there that taking care of Kourtney is one of his priorities

Page 26: Reality star fixer-uppers Jonathan and Drew Scott are sweating bullets over a lawsuit filed against their Property Brothers show by unhappy clients and the stress over the scandal is wreaking havoc with their personal lives -- Las Vegas couple Mindy and Paul King filed suit against Cineflix, the company that producers Property Brothers, and Villa Construction, a local contracting company, alleging they did a shoddy job repairing their home after the couple forked over $193,000 for renovations -- though the twin brothers aren't named in the lawsuit, they were concerned it could smear their reputations and upset their ladyloves -- Jonathan is close to marriage with actress Zooey Deschanel and Drew is wed to Linda Phan, who is the creative director for their company, Scott Brothers Entertainment -- they're both mortified by these allegations and they don't know what to tell Zooey and Linda, other than they will be cleared when the truth comes out but they're terrified that the bad press could derail the show -- Paul and Mindy answered a 2018 casting call and said they were assured all the work would be HGTV quality but Paul said that the place looks good from afar, but it's far from good and the Kings griped to the Nevada State Contractors Board, citing more than 90 complaints with the work ranging from unmatched baseboards to potential hazards -- as the case plays out, the brothers have been rattled by the controversy and they are stressed that this very public case is calling their work into question and there's a fear more people will come forward with similar charges

Page 28: Cover Story -- a top-secret psychological profile of Prince Harry's wife Meghan Markle paints the former actress as a mentally unstable ticking time bomb who couldn't cope with playing second fiddle to senior royals -- the explosive evaluation unmasks Meghan as a pathological liar and bipolar narcissist with histrionic personality disorder but the jaw-dropping findings about Meghan, who's pregnant with a sister for son Archie, don't surprise palace sources as Meghan's tears, tantrums and extreme mood swings had staffers terrified what she could do or say next and she was consumed with ambition and jealousy -- she married Harry expecting to be the royal superstar, but instead learned she'd always be second to his brother Prince William's wife, Duchess Kate and Meghan couldn't stand that she and Harry would always be in their shadow and wanted to destroy her in-laws but no one expected her to lob a nuclear grenade into her husband's family in a no-holds-barred TV special

Page 32: Health Watch

Page 34: Cara Delevingne confessed she used to be disgusted by same-sex relationships and was suicidal before coming to terms with her sexuality -- the model, who has dated actresses Michelle Rodriguez and Ashley Benson and singer St. Vincent, said she was trapped in a dark place and afraid before she publicly admitted to liking members of the same sex -- she said she grew up in an old-fashioned household and she didn't know anyone who was gay and she didn't know that was a thing and growing up she wasn't knowledgeable of the fact she was homophobic and she continued that the idea of being with same-sex partners, she was disgusted by that, in herself -- Cara, who identifies as pansexual, explained her sexual orientation is constantly changing and added she was so unhappy and she wasn't following her truth, that whole thing of having to fit into the box, she's an androgynous person

* Don McLean wants his decades-younger girlfriend to have the wedding of her dreams and he's set aside $1 million for the big day -- the American Pie singer has been dating model Paris Dylan for five years after an ugly divorce from second wife Patrisha Shnier -- Paris is totally unconcerned by the enormous age gap between the 75-year-old singer and 27-year-old model and wants to spend the rest of their lives together -- Don's going all out making sure she has the wedding that's fit for a princess and he's spending an absolute fortune, giving Paris the best of the best in terms of the venue and the food and the one-of-a-kind dress and Don's given her carte blanche to plan it however she wants, and people are expecting a seriously over-the-top affair

Page 36: Singer Andra Day turned to method acting to play jazz icon Billie Holiday, and it's paid off with an Oscar nomination -- Andra revealed she dropped 39 pounds and took up drinking and smoking to prep for the title role in the biopic The United States vs. Billie Holiday -- Andra doesn't recommend smoking and drinking, but she did it because she was just desperate for her first role -- Andra, famed for writing and performing the song Rise Up, also sings in the movie as Holiday, and changed her singing voice to reflect the music legend's pain

* Hollywood Hookups -- MTV reality stars Jenna Compono and Zach Nichols secretly tied the knot and their first child is due in August, Larsa Pippen is dating Myles Kronman, Ashley Jacobs and Mike Appel engaged

Page 38: Cindy Crawford said posing for Playboy was a snap compared to acting in movies -- Cindy said she really regrets starring in the 1995 bomb Fair Game, where she played a lawyer fighting a former KGB spy -- she said she never wanted to be an actor, but a producer begged her and he kept upping the price until she thought she'd be an idiot to say no, but she should have said no, or prepared herself better -- the experience taught her she's very comfortable in front of a camera, but only when she's being herself

* Former American Idol judge Randy Jackson is half the man he used to be and he couldn't be happier about it -- Randy has dropped a whopping 130 pounds to head off potentially deadly effects of his type 2 diabetes and did it in the healthiest ways -- he wrote in his book Body with Soul, it's a curse to be saddled with a disease that's life-threatening, but it's a blessing to get that huge wake-up call -- Randy admitted to crushing the scale at 358 pounds before getting gastric bypass in 2003 but now exercises and eats right and he's ditched sugar and gluten and he wants to be an example for other obese folks and show them they can get healthy and stay that way

Page 40: Tom Brady did an end run around fuming wife Gisele Bundchen by signing a four-year contract extension with his new Tampa Bay Buccaneers team after winning the Super Bowl -- the 43-year-old quarterback promised Gisele he would hang up his cleats after the upcoming season since winning last year's championship but changed his mind after snagging his record seventh NFL title with the Bucs -- Gisele is both angry and astonished because they had spoken about him finally settling down to be a full-time father and husband, but he can't stop chasing glory on the field and Gisele was stunned by his decision to re-up for another four years while the two were discussing expanding their brood and they had planned to have another child after buying their dream house on Indian Creek Island in Miami and they were even drawing plans for a nursery, and now that Tom's done a complete turnaround, everything is up in the air; it's caused some serious tension in their marriage

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Grammy Awards -- Billie Eilish, Megan Thee Stallion, Dua Lipa, Noah Cyrus, Lizzo, Taylor Swift

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Want You pt. 2

Sorry for the delay, but having you internet crash does that to you. I hope you like pt. 2 ;) The last and final part should be up tomorrow... hopefully! thanks again @andwhenshesays @for-fucks-sake-h and @oh-honey-styles for letting me join the fun!

Catch up: Part 1

--Y/N gives in, but things don’t go as planned--

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: Smut

Y/N is going to have to get a new vibrator. All week she has imagined Harry pleasuring her. Y/N would make herself cum multiple times and she still was not satisfied. Even temporary. She’s been thing about how Harry’s lips felt against her skin. The words he whispered to her.

She laid there in bed with her hands holding her vibrator between her legs. She imagines Harry’s perfect lips trailing down her neck to her chest. She imagines what it would feel like for him to suck on her hard nipples. She imagines him looking down at her, chest glistening with sweat. She imagines what his cock would look like, and how it would feel as he fucks her to oblivion.

But, she absolutely hates him.

But the pulse of her pussy makes it hard for her to think of anything else. She doesn’t want to fantasize about her best friend’s ex-boyfriend fucking her… or her fucking him. Y/N knows that Harry didn’t cheat on June but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt her. He is everything that she doesn’t like about a guy. He has an ego that’s the size of the universe, and he thinks that all women want him.

She suddenly drags her vibrator down her fold and slides it into her. Y/N shudders and bites her bottom lip. She tries to move past the thoughts that will piss her off, she pulls her device out of her cunt and slides the smooth surface over her clit. She gasps out in pleasure. Once again her vibrator enters her pussy and Y/N imagines it to be Harry’s cock.

“Oh! Fuck!” She calls out. Moving her hands faster and faster. She believes that Harry would only fuck her hard and fast.

Dragging the device over he clit again, Y/N loses all control. She starts to pluck her own nipples and starts to thrust upward, toward her pleasure machine. She wishes Harry was here with her right now. She wishes it was him bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Y/N shouts, she fists her bedsheets, her wetness dripping down onto them. She gets closer and closer to her finish. She can just picture his cocky smirk as her drives into her. Flicking her clit one last time, Y/N cums. Hard.

“OH GOD!!!” she shouts.

She is in a daze for the next few minutes. Y/N takes her time to come back down to earth before she gets up to go to the bathroom to clean herself.

By the time she gets back, her phone has lit up by a text message.

Harry: I guess we both like sleeping with our windows open. You sound so hot fucking yourself. I am rock hard right now.

Y/N freezes, moisture starts to collect between her legs once again. She contemplates on sending him a message telling him to come to her apartment, but she gets another text.

Harry: I bet you were thinking about my dick just now. Tell me Y/N how badly do you want my hard dick?

And just like that, annoyance flares up in Y/N. Consuming any feeling she was having for him in that moment.

Y/N: Do yourself a favor and quit flattering yourself. Your dick has nothing on my vibrator.

She slams her phone down on her dresser and climbs into bed. She tells herself that she hates Harry Styles and hopes for a peaceful rest of the night and sleep. Y/N doesn’t get what she wanted. Harry Styles followed her into her dreams.

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“I think the universe is trying to tell us something.”

Y/N spins around in her bar stool and finds Harry Styles standing in front of her dressed in dark jeans and flannel with half the buttons unbuttoned. She bites her lip and takes a deep breath. He looks damn good.

“Is the universe trying to tell me that you are officially stalking me?!”

He leans onto the bar counter and laughs. “Nope,” he says popping the p. “Just another coincidence.” He points to a group of guys that occupy the high tables in the middle of the bar. “It’s one of my mate’s birthday, so we are out celebrating.”

“I’m meeting my sister here for a few drinks and dinner… if she gets here on time.” Y/N tells him with a shrug. Turning away from him, secretly hoping her sister won’t see her with him. She can already hear the questions she would ask.

“Whatever the reason, I am happy to see you” Harry grins.

Y/N feels butterflies erupt in her belly as she looks at Harry from the corner of her eye. It has been a bit over two weeks since their last conversation and she hasn’t heard from him since. Many times, Y/N would type out a message to send him, only for her to delete it. She had even gone as far as considering knocking at his door. She had gotten used to the attention he gave her, and his flirting did help with her ego.

She goes to say something, only to be nearly pushed out of her chair and nearly into Harry. Harry steadies her with his large hands.

“Oh, shit! My bad,” the large man said, even though he was trying to look down her top. “Let me buy you a drink babe,” he offers as he goes to touch Y/N.

Before she can say she not interested, Harry wraps his arm around her should and faces the guy. “Back off man, she’s with me.”

Shocked, Y/N looks at Harry and looks pissed.

“Shit! Okay, okay.” the man turns to leave.

Y/N shakes his arm off her and looks at him. She doesn’t know what to do. So she just sits there and stares at him.

“Another reason not to hate my guts,” Harry starts. “I will fight assholes that bother you.”

Y/N is just about to say thank you, but Harry’s friend comes over and leans heavily on him.

“Are you gonna stand here and talk to this pretty girl all night or are you going to get drunk with us Styles? Because you have fallen behind.”

With a small smile, she tells Harry to go and have fun, just as her sister walks into the bar.

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Y/N and her sister are just about done with their dinner when she gets up to use the restroom. In the hallway, she sees Harry coming out of the men’s room. He stops a few feet away from the restroom doors and waits for Y/N to reach him.

“How was dinner?” he asks.

“Alright, same questions and same answers. Tried the steak salad.” Y/N said vaguely, even though throughout dinner, all Y/N could think about was Harry sitting a couple of yards away from her.

“You know I can grill a delicious steak.” Harry steps closer to her, their chests nearly touching each other. Y/N’s breath falters. “If you’d give me a chance… I’ll make it worth your time.”

“Why are you doing this,” she whispers. “What do you want from me?”

Harry’s eyes trail across her face. “You really don’t know, do you?”

Y/N frowns at his question. She starts a different conversation with him. “Okay, look I admit, maybe you aren’t that bad of a guy. But I usually don’t go for the arrogant, overconfident dude who sees himself as a gift for the female race.”

A grin takes over his face and a low chuckle leaves his mouth. He looks so happy, Y/N’s breath catches in her throat.

“You should stop fighting it, love.” He looks pleased with her confession. “I already heard you through the window how bad you want it.”

With a scowl, “You know that isn’t going to help your case.”

Raising his hands up as an act of surrender, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

With a sigh, Y/N roles her eyes. She looks into his eyes and as cliche, as it sounds, gets lost in them. Both Harry and Y/N don’t know how long they stand there, in each other’s presence. It wasn’t until someone bumped into Harry’s shoulder do they break away from each other.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N breaks their silence, “There’s still June.”

Harry stiffens at the mention of her name.

“Looks, it’s been six months and yeah we didn’t end on the best terms, but I never lied to her. We would have broken up anyway. She wanted to move across and I didn’t. It wouldn’t have worked out.

Y/N takes in every word, it was almost like he was pleading for her to believe him and to give him a shot. Like he was begging her not to hold this against him forever.

Pushing the subject of June out of her mind, Y/N tries to focus on something else. Anything else. “You don’t even know anything about me,” she starts. Trying to come up with reasons why they won’t work as the last stand of defense.

“So give me the chance to, love.”

Just as she is about to respond, Y/N’s sister comes in looking for her. “Oh! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you! I was wondering where you disappeared to! I have to get home Jack has an earache and Danny is hopeless with the baby. Do you need a ride?”

With a glance toward Harry, she tells her sister that she will be right out. As her oblivious sister leaves, she turns back to Harry. “I’ll see you around Harry.”

He leans down and kisses her cheek and steps out of her way.

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Y/N wasn’t sure about what was going on. Were they on a date? She looks at Harry from the corner of her eye. He’s sitting on her couch watching a movie. Y/N isn’t even sure what movie is playing, but that’s the only source of lighting in the room.

He had stopped by to drop off more of his baked goods. This time it was red velvet cupcakes with buttercream. (Y/N had texted him to tell him how much she had liked his coffee cake.) And somehow that led to her inviting him in for a movie.

They were sitting close to each other but they were not touching. Harry hadn’t tried to put the moves on her yet. The way he was sitting, it clearly indicated that his focus was solely on the movie.

She let her eyes roam over his side profile. His defined jaw, his straight nose, his tattooed arm, and his plump lips. When she was least expecting it, Harry starts to turn his head toward her. She quickly shifted her eyes to the TV, hoping that he didn’t catch her staring at him.

She knows that she is overdoing the ‘hard to get’ challenge she had set up for him. At this point, she doesn’t care anymore. She knows that he isn’t Prince Charming, nor is he her White Knight. But she wants him. She wants him to fuck her.

Taking a deep breath, she leans forward and places her hand on his forearm. Harry looks at her with confusion. Y/N looks into his eyes before she lowers her gaze to his full lips.

She moves toward him slowly, wanting to pull his lower lip into her mouth. When she is no more than a half an inch away, he turns his head. Completely stopping Y/N.

Shocked, Y/N freezes. Suddenly the humiliation catches up to her, she pulls away and crawls to the farthest end of the sofa.

“Oh my god… oh god!” She mutters running her hands through her hair.

“Y/N,” Harry begins in what sounds like a patronizing voice. She wants her living room floor to swallow her whole.

“Shut up!” she snaps. “Shut the fuck up! Get out Harry! Get out of my house!” She can’t look at him. She wants to erase this moment from her life. “I can’t believe you get me to the point where you’ve got me so worked up and actually want you, and what do you do?! You reject me.”

“Y/N,” he tries again. This time just a little louder. But Y/N still can’t look at him.

“Please leave,” she begs.

Before she knows it, Harry is pulling her leg and she is flat on her back. He settles between her legs.

“Will you listen to me!?” His hands move toward her shorts and he pulls them down her legs.

She gasps in shock. Her heart beating so fast she is worried she might pass out. Y/N is left in her cotton panties and her baggy shirt. Harry pulls his own athletic shorts down and once again places himself between her legs.

“You don’t think I don’t want this?” He growls in her ear, he presses his rock hard cock against her. His heat and the friction caused by his rutting has her crying out in pleasure.

He pushes against her again, Harry feels her wetness seep as it through her underwear. Y/N is overwhelmed by the pleasure he is giving her. The way he moves his hips has her panting in minutes. She circles her legs around the back of his thighs and starts to follow his rhythm. Amplifying the euphoria.

She has never enjoyed dry humping so fucking much.

“Harry!” She cries out when he moves his hand down and into her panties. He finds her clit and starts rubbing in a circular motion.

“I love hearing you say my name,” he pants. He drops his head to her neck and starts to press kisses along it. “Is this what you wanted,” his growls when his pleasure starts to overtake his body. He pinches her nipple through her shirt.

Y/N arches toward him. She feels hollow, empty, like something important is missing. “Oh god!” she moans.

“What,” Harry whispers, “huh? What’s the matter? You want my cock?”

He starts to hump her faster. “Is that what your needy pussy wants?”

Y/N cries out as she cums. Her orgasm washes over her and she watches Harry through her lowered eyelids. He ruts against her once, twice, three times before he cups himself and cums in his had.

He cleans himself up and pulls his shorts back on. Y/N feels like her body is floating like she had no control over it.

Nasty thoughts start to invade her and she does what she can to push them out of her mind.

“Don’t feel like you have to stay until the movies over,” she forces out, “we both got what we wanted.”

Harry’s face crumbles. Hurt, he pulls away and sits up. Not looking in her direction.

“What?!” Y/N snaps defensively. “You didn’t want to kiss me. So I don’t expect you to want to stay and cuddle.”

Harry stands from his seat and starts to walk to the door. Just as he is going to open the door, he turns to face her. “I didn’t kiss you Y/N, because when I kiss you for the first time, I want it to be real. I want you more than an easy fuck.”

The words shock Y/N. She stands and looks at him. Really looks at him.

She took to long to respond, so Harry opens the door and looks at her one more time. “Don’t worry, I won’t get my hopes up on you wanting the same thing from me that I want from you.”

He closes the door softly, leaving Y/N alone in her apartment. With one thought ringing clearly in her mind. Harry Styles was not who she thought he was.

Part 3 Here

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reddrobins · 4 years

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Older! Damian Wayne x Reader

Request(s): Can you do two (sorry if it's too much, you can do only one tho) for Damian Wayne? Sassy: "Hmm. So you 'do' have feelings. " Fluff and romance: "I've loved you for years." Thanks so much! + Hi! Can i request a damian x reader where he denies his feelings towards the reader, which annoys jon 24/7. So jon convinces the reader to fake date him to see for themselves that damian’s hiding his feelings, and it ends up working, as his mood completely changes when he sees jon and the reader together.

(Decided to combine the two because I had a brilliant fic idea)

Summary: After years of denying his feelings for the reader, Damian finally confesses after (Y/N) and Jon ‘date’.

If there was anything in the entire world that annoyed Jon Kent, it would be Damian's feelings towards you. Or rather his persistent lack thereof.

The three of you were now seniors in high school and though you may not be in the same school district, let alone city - the trio was closer than ever. Some members even too close, at least to Damians liking.

It had started about a week ago. Jon had approached you during one of your study hall periods, yes - you lived in Metropolis - with a request unlike any other.

“Fake date me.” He said bluntly and then quickly blushed at the forwardness of his actions, “I mean only if you want to. But I promise it’s for good reason.”

“Good reason huh? Shoot.” You quirked an eyebrow at him, intrigued.

Jon sat backwards in the chair in front of you and gave a toothy grin, “So you know how Damian likes you but won’t admit it?”

You choked at his words, “No Jon, I don’t know. Because he doesn’t. Stop trying to make me feel bad about my crush.”

The Kent boy groaned and tapped your desk with his finger when you looked down at it. “Nuh uh, you don’t get to do this to yourself. No wallowing on my watch missy. Now listen-“

At those words, Jon then went on to explain his master plan. By getting the two of you to fake date it would make Damian jealous and then bam! (his exact words) you two will fall in love.

Rolling your eyes at the teen you shook your head. “It’s not going to happen Kent. He obviously doesn’t like me that way.”

Jon groaned in frustration, how come both of you were so dense!

“Just try it (N/N). And hey if it doesn’t work out then you get to say I told you so, yeah?”

You contemplated for a moment. I mean what did you really have to lose? “Fine.” You spat out. “But there’s boundaries.”

The young teen nodded egarly, happy that you finally agreed, “Oh of course. It’ll all be on your terms, but we have to make it look real. We can just hold hands and stuff, you know? We have to make him jealous jealous.”

With a handshake the two of you sealed the deal and you accepted your fate as Jon’s fake girlfriend.

A few days had passed and the weekend hit. This was the big day, the day you and Jon would be going to Gotham. The first time you’d see Damian as a ‘couple’.

The two of you clambered up the Wayne manor steps and Jon knocked on the door, making sure to hold your hand (not very subtly) as he did so.

You heard Damian yell from inside and then the large oak doors opened revealing your tall crush - no, friend.

“Jon. (Y/N).” He greeted in his ever so formal fashion. “Thank you for coming over, I - Kent, are you holding (N/N)’s hand?”

You cursed internally, god why did you agree to this?

Jon gave a small chuckle, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be holding her hand, that's what lovers do right?”

You stared at Jon deadpanned, could he possibly be any less subtle?

Damian on the other hand had the adverse reaction, his eyes flared, his chest rose, his hands clenched and then just like that, he was back to his normal self. “I’m sorry?” He said.

Jon gave your hand a squeeze, signaling that it was your turn to talk. You cleared your throat, “Yup, yes, that's what we are… lovers.” you cringed at your wording, now not so judgemental of Jon but yourself.

“I see.” said the young Wayne, “So, when did this pairing begin?”

Before either of you answered, Damian shook his head, “How rude of me, please come in - you know where to go.”

The three of you raced up the grand staircase up to Damian's bedroom. He opened the door for the two of you as you followed in, both sitting on the edge of his bed.

Damian stood in front of the two of you and crossed his arms, “So, when’d you get the balls to ask her out Kent?” he said rather sharply.

Your mouth dropped open, what the hell had gotten into Damian, he'd never say anything like that, ever.

Turning to Jon, you saw he had the same reaction and you squeezed his hand to edge him to answer. “Um, well I just realized that I’d always had a crush on her and so finally my dad convinced me to ask (N/N) out and I did!”

Damian squinted his eyes at his super friend and sneered, “Always had a crush on her, huh?” Jon, like a lovesick puppy, nodded in response.

There had been two things in Jon's sentence that set him off, first, never telling Damian about his secret crush and secondly, him using your nickname. Only Damian got to say (N/N).

“Well then, I am glad you are both happy with this partnership.” he forced out, faking a smile all the while his heart ached on the inside. But he’d never let them know.

A week had passed and yet again the weekend was there, however this wasn't just any weekend, no this was the weekend of August ninth, or more specifically, the weekend of Damians 18th birthday.

The Waynes had planned a large gala to celebrate the occasion and of course, both you and Jon were invited.

The two of you stepped into the large ballroom, your gown shimmering behind you (Lois had helped you pick it out). You felt like a princess, and though you weren't with the prince you wanted to be with, you were happy to be here with Jon.

“Damian is so going to freak when he sees you, I’d be surprised if he doesn't just kiss you on the spot” He whispered to you. In response you slapped his arm lightly, hissing out his name.

However friendly the gesture may have been, it came off as an intimate moment from one watcher in the crowd.

Damian was standing off to the side, a flute of champagne in his hand. When he saw what he assumed to be a moment between two lovers he squeezed the glass so tightly, it cracked. He cursed, wiping the dripping champagne off his hands as he continued to watch the two of you hold hands in the ballroom.

When Jon once more leaned into your ear to whisper something, Damian finally decided enough was enough. Waltzing over to the two of you he put on a forced smile, “(Y/N)... Kent. Nice to see you both.”

You let go of Jons hand and tackled Damian into a hug, “Happy Birthday Dami!”

The teen blushed furiously, but successfully hid it in your hair, hugging you back. Damian pulled away, “Thank you, it has gotten so much better now that you’re here.” He whispered.

You froze in spot, had you imagined that or...

Damian, soon realizing what he had said, cleared his throat, “I meant to say now that you’re both here. I’m glad to see you all arrived to save me from the socialites.”

Jon chuckled at that and gave Damian a hug as well, “Of course!” He said, “Me and my sweet couldn’t leave our best bro all alone on his b-day!”

The Wayne teen outwardly cringed at Jon’s sentiment, god could he be any more annoying, he thought to himself.

Jon caught on to Damians disgusted glare and saw this as an ample opportunity to let the two of you ’hash out your feels’.

Just as Damian went to speak, Jon swiftly interrupted, “I think I am going to head over to get some punch for me and (N/N).” He turned to you, “Be right back my love.”

And he kissed you.

As your face flushed and Damians flashed in anger, Jon smiled and walked away towards the bar.

The two teens stood in silence for a few minutes, you unsure how to react and Damian trying to calm himself down.

“So”, you stated. “Did you get anything exciting today? Like, birthday present wise...” You laughed awkwardly, trailing off.

Damians jaw unclenched as he looked at you once again, god you looked otherworldly. What he wouldn’t do to be in Jons position.

You caught his starring and waved a hand in front of his face, “Hey Dami, you still here?”

He nodded and then swallowed, still shocked by Jons actions. “Tell me (N/N), how are you and Kent doing?”

You furrowed your brows, it was his birthday, surely he had other things to talk about... why this?

Shrugging you responded, “We’re doing well, great even, I mean it’s nice, we’re nice.” You stumbled over your words, doing your best to give seemingly sincere response.

Damian just nodded, unhappy with your answer. Though him and Jon were the best of friends, he just wished that the Kent teen was an awful boyfriend, that way it would be easier for Damian to make you his.

“I’m so happy for you.” He struggled out, but you were oblivious to his obvious distaste.

“Hmm, so you do have feelings?” You joked.

Damian rolled his eyes, glad you didn’t question his emotions, “Yeah, yeah, whatever (L/N).”

Silence once again took over the conversation and you began to wonder where the hell Jon went. You craned your neck to look over Damians shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the bar.

You frowned when Jon was nowhere to be seen. Confusion grew within you until your phone dinged.

Taking it out of your pure, you saw you had one new message from the super-boyscout, it read:

‘Hey (Y/N), I left the party to give you and D some alone time, please don’t be mad at me and especially DONT BE A COWARD AND KISS THE FOOL. Luv u’

“Everything alright?” Damian questioned, catching your frustrated glare at your cellphone.

Shoving it back into your bag, you smiled, “Yeah, all good, just Jon.”

Damian clenched his fists, “Oh?” He questioned, mocking sincerity, “Is everything okay though?”

You waved your hand in dismissal, “Yeah he just had a family emergency back in Metropolis so he had to leave early, he wishes you a super birthday though!” You wiggled your eyebrows at the last sentence, making sure to add emphasis on super.

Damian rolled his eyes again, this time in amusement, “Wonderful. Though I feel like his birthday tends to be more super.”

You laughed, god you loved talking to Damian, you could do this for ages.

“Would you maybe like to go somewhere more private to talk? Galas have never been my scene.” Damian suggested.

“Are you sure?” You asked, “I’d hate to take the birthday boy away from his own party.”

Damian smirked, “I’m sure they could last a few hours without me. Plus, they’re more here for my father than I, business deals and all.”

You shrugged and followed Damian into his fathers study, where unlike the ballroom, it was nice and quiet.

The two of you sat down onto the sofa and you immediately took of your heels, throwing them to the floor.

Damian laughed at your pained expression, “Not a fan huh?”

You chucked, “God no, those things are the worst.”

“You know, you could’ve just worn flats. Hell, you could have worn pajamas and you’d still be the most gorgeous person in there.”

You blushed at his words, not expecting them to be so flirtatious. Maybe Jon was right? you thought, Maybe I should make a move.

You were just about to thank him for his kind words when your phone buzzed again, another message from Jon,

I’m serious (Y/N), you better ask him out or I will honestly explode. I can’t handle the tension anymore.

This time, you groaned whilst reading the message and shoved your phone back into the handbag. “I literally cannot believe him.” You grumbled.

“Jon again?” Damian sneered, looking way from you and down to his shoes.

“Yeah. He just keeps bugging me to do this thing, it’s driving me crazy.” you sighed.

Against his better judgement, Damian blurted out, “Maybe you should breakup.”

Your eyes widened at his suggestion, “What?”

The Wayne teen all but shrugged, “If hes bothering you that much, maybe you aren’t meant to be. Surely there are millions of other suitors out there perfect for you.” Other suitors like him.

“Damian, where is this coming from?” You questioned.

Damian sighed and then finally, he broke. “I can’t do this anymore (N/N). I can not stand to watch you and Kent flirt back and forth when it should be me doing that with you. I’ve hid and denied my feelings for far too long, but (Y/N) (L/N), I’ve loved you for years. And I know I shouldn’t, it is unjust for me to be in love with my best friends lover but I can not help it. I love you.”

Through his monologue, Damian gripped both of your hands, lightly squeezing them, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your palm.

“You love me?”

Damian just nodded, not willing to look you in the eyes.

You bit your lip, Jons words ringing through your ears, There’s no time like the present, I guess, you said to yourself.

So without any further thought, you lightly placed your hands on Damians face and kissed him.

He instantly wrapped his arms around you waist, savoring this moment, but swiftly pulled back, eyes wide.

“B-But Jon...” He stuttered out.

You leaned your forehead against his, “It was faked, he thought you’d finally confess your feelings if you saw us together and I have to hand it to him, he was right.”

“So.” Damian began smiling, “Does that mean I can ask you to be mine?”

You pecked his lips and then leaned into his chest, “Of course.”

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helloprettybb · 4 years

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bring me back

My first Steve Rogers fic, so I don’t have very high hopes for this.

prequel

Warnings: one curse word and a whole lotta angst, but good ending

Word count: 3.1k

July Fourth is officially the worst day of the year. You used to enjoy it, but now, you can’t even think of the day without being filled with rage. Years ago, you would be celebrating the love of your life’s birthday, but now, you are alone. He didn’t even say goodbye before leaving for good. You knew that he loved her, but you didn’t realize just how much until the day he chose her over you.

Bucky tried to console you, but he was equally as hurt as you. Neither of you could wrap your heads around why he didn’t come back, but eventually, you had to accept it. As time passed, your sadness evolved to anger and now even the mention of Steve made your blood boil. Every ‘I love you’ was a lie that made you feel so whole only to break you apart when his true love was revealed.

So on every Fourth of July when everyone else is celebrating, you sit under The Tree. The Tree was outside the Compound and has been there for nearly 200 years. You and Steve had your first date there and it eventually became your spot. You shouldn’t be so sentimental, but you couldn’t help the feeling attached to such a simple object.

This Fourth of July is no different. Bucky’s firing up the grill while you stroll over to The Tree. The Tree is as beautiful as it had been on your first date. As you lightly trace your hand over it’s ridge, you notice something. Stepping back, you find a message carved into the bark. It reads, “Bring me back. Brooklyn, 1946.” Shit.

This is a sick joke. You must be imagining something, because this cannot be true. Is it really him? You know that it can’t be anyone else since before the compound, this was just a Stark Industries warehouse. “Bucky!” you shout, loud enough for him to hear you across the yard.

“I’m making burgers! What do you want?” He shouts back, still preoccupied with the grill.

“Come here!” you shout even more urgently, hoping he gets the message. You don’t even have to be near him to know he rolled his eyes. You hear his footsteps followed by his annoyed voice.

“If I burn the burgers because of you, I’m cutting down the tree.” he fake threatens. You’re still in too much shock to throw back a witty remark. He finally reaches you and asks, “What do you want?” All you do is point at the message. Bucky squints a little before his eyes widen with realization. “It can’t be.” is all he says.

You nod and reply, “It has to be him. Who else would write that?” The two of you just stare at the tree in silence until Bucky speaks up.

“So what do we do?” he asks. You sigh and weigh your options. If you ignore the message, you can live the rest of your life as normal. As appealing as that sounds, you know you can’t do that. As angry as Steve Rogers makes you, he is still the love of your life. You couldn’t not see him again if you had the chance.

You look Bucky dead in the eye and say, “We have to bring him back.

Your leg bounces up and down as you wait for him to pick up. Finally you hear him ask, “Hello?”

“Bruce, we need you to come to the Compound.” you state. After the battle, Bruce limited his days here. Now, it’s only you and Bucky with the occasional visit from Sam and others.

“Did something happen?” he asks, voice filled with concern. The last time you asked him here, one of your lab experiments exploded and you needed his help.

“It’s Steve.” you say plainly and before he could ask any questions, you hang up the phone.

The next morning, Bruce arrives at the Compound. “So what is it with Steve?” he asks.

Bucky replies, “Y/n found a message carved in the tree. It looks like he wants us to bring him back.” Bruce doesn’t even attempt to conceal his shock.

He doesn’t say anything so Bucky continues, “Do you think you could fire up that machine?” Bruce nods and leads you to the storage facility where all of Stark’s old inventions are.

“It won’t take me long to fire it up. But you’ll need to call Scott to get the Pym particles.” Bruce states while tinkering with the machine.

You immediately pipe up, “I’ll do it.” You dial your phone as you leave the room. You can’t stand thinking of Steve any longer and are desperate to find something to distract you. After you call Scott, who said he’d be there tomorrow, you invite Bruce to stay over.

While watching television, you feel yourself beginning to doze off. On the brink of sleep, you hear Bucky and Bruce talking at the kitchen table. “How’s she holding up?” Bruce asks. You could feel their eyes on you so you pretend to sleep.

“She seems fine, but I know it’s an act. I mean, he left her for Peggy.” Bucky explains sympathetically.

“He left you too.” Bruce replies. You hear Bucky sigh and hear him get up from the table.

“Yes, but it’s different for her. Bruce, he was going to marry her. You know, before the blip and all.” Bucky confesses. You feel a tear glide down your cheek as you know exactly what he’s talking about. You felt the ring in Steve’s pocket all those years ago.

You knew that the fight over the Accords would not end well, so you begged him to take you if he had to go. After days of arguing, he finally conceded and said he would get you if anything happened. Of course, something did happen, so when you got an anonymous text with coordinates and a time, you knew it was from him. For two years, you lived in hiding with Steve, Sam and Natasha. As Stark’s apprentice, your skills helped all of you stay undetected even by Stark’s state-of-the-are technology.

It was the day before Steve and Natasha found Wanda and Vision that you felt it. You were going through Steve’s pockets while doing laundry when you felt a small box. Out of curiosity, you opened the box and saw a simple, yet beautiful diamond ring. You wondered how he managed to get this, but figured it probably wasn’t in the most moral way. You heard the footsteps out the door and quickly shoved the box in the same pocket before throwing the pants in the pile.

“We have to go to Edinburgh.” Steve states.

“What happened?” you ask, knowing who’s there.

“Wanda and Vision need our help.” he answers curtly, not giving any information. Seeing the concern on your face, he softens and pulls you towards him. Whispering in your ear, “I’ll come back for you, I promise.” He kisses you lightly and leaves. That was the only promise he never kept.

The next day, Scott brings the Pym particles while Bruce finds the old suits. He hands it to you, but you shake your head. “I’m not going.” you state firmly. Luckily he doesn’t argue and passes a suit to Bucky. He leaves to put it on. Bruce asks, “You ready, Buck?” Bucky nods and takes position on the platform. You can’t help but compare this to when Steve left, but this time, you hope that he’ll come back. Bruce counts down as Bucky closes the suits helmet. He pushes the button and Bucky leaves. A couple seconds later, Bruce says, “Coming back in three, two, one.”

When he flips the switch, two figures appear. You instantly know which one is Steve. All the memories come flooding back and it takes everything in you to contain your tears. Before your mind could catch up, your feet lead you away and back to the Compound. You hear a faint call of your name, but continue walking.

You slam the door before collapsing into a sob. You knew seeing him would be difficult but you didn’t think it would be that damn hard. All the emotions that you’ve felt over the past five years hit you like a wave and you couldn’t keep it together. It was also the surreal feeling that he was actually back that you couldn’t come to grips with. As you begin to spiral, you hear an alert go off.

“Y/n, Steve Rogers is walking towards your door,” F.R.I.D.A.Y announces. You mentally thank your past self for programing F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert you whenever someone came towards your room.

“If he tries to come in, tell him that I’m not here.” you tell F.R.I.D.A.Y before using the emergency exit that leads to the garage. You slip out before Steve could even knock on the door.

Hopping into one of Tony’s least expensive cars, you tell F.R.I.D.A.Y, “Don’t let anyone know that I left or where I’m going.”

“Yes, ma’am,” F.R.I.D.A.Y replies, “I don’t mean to pry Miss Y/n, but aren’t you excited to see Captain Rogers?” You know that she’s just pulling at your leg so you chuckle dryly.

“Excited isn’t the word I’d use, F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you half-joke as you pull the car out. Luckily no one is outside and you leave. The drive is peaceful and finally lets you air out your thoughts.

You’re mad at Steve, right? He’s the one that left. You always stayed by his side, no matter what. The two of you were always there for each other, so why did he leave? You know that he loved her, but he said he moved on. He even claimed that he loved you more than he ever loved her. Was all of that a lie?

Before your thoughts could consume you completely, you arrive at your destination. Knocking on the door, you stare at the floorboards awkwardly. The door swings up and Morgan exclaims, “Aunt Y/n!” You smile as she gives you a big hug.

“You’re so big now! What are you, ten?” you ask cheerfully.

“Ten and a half!” She says proudly. You laugh and walk in the cabin. Pepper is in the kitchen and perks up when she sees you.

You apologize, “Sorry for not calling ahead. I just, really wanted to see you two.” Pepper leaves the kitchen to hug you.

“Oh, it’s no problem. I’m just happy to see you!” she replies. You needed a hug after everything that happened and Pepper could probably sense your sadness when she says, “Hey Morgan, don’t you have homework? You can talk to Aunt Y/n during dinner.” Morgan whines a little before scurrying to her room. When she leaves, Pepper sits you down on the couch and asks, “So what happened?”

You see the genuine concern in her eyes and can’t control the watering in your eyes. “Steve’s back,” you respond, voice wavering more than you’d like. Pepper is shocked for a moment before seeing your crumbling resolve.

“Oh sweetie,” she whispers before pulling you into another hug. This time, you can’t stop the tears from falling. You sniffle into Pepper’s shoulder, feeling slightly bad for wetting her nice blouse. You pull away and attempt to regain your composure.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m like this,” you apologize. Sniffling, you continue, “I should be happy that he’s back, right?”

Pepper reasons, “It’s understandable that you’re upset. He really hurt you when he left.”

“Yeah, but I moved on or at least, should have moved on. Ugh, when did I become so weak!” you declare, frustrated at your own feelings.

Pepper lightly grabs your hand and says in a very motherly tone, “You are not weak, Y/n. No one knows what you are going through.”

You sit in silence for a little, thinking over Pepper’s statement. You bite the inside of your cheek and ask, “How did you get over it?”

Pepper sighs a little sadly and responds, “Well, I knew why he did it. Of course, I was upset and even a little mad, but he left for a reason. It helps to put things in perspective. Tony made the ultimate sacrifice to save not only us, but the entire world.”

You stay at Pepper’s for a week before deciding that it’s finally time to leave. The week away from the Compound gave you some perspective and although your feelings toward Steve were messy to say the least, they were at least a little under control. When you were a couple miles away from the compound, you ask F.R.I.D.A.Y, “Who’s at the Compound now?”

“Just Bucky.” she responds. Just Bucky? Why isn’t Steve there? Then you remember that he has a lot of people to see again so it’s not surprising that he isn’t there.

But when you pull up to the Compound, you realize you’ve been lied to. Standing in front of the garage is Steve Rogers himself. You park the car in front of him and step out. Before he could get a word in, you remark flatly, “F.R.I.D.A.Y said that Bucky was the only one here.” It was hard looking him right in the eye. You almost want to run up and hug him, but your boiling anger and resentment stops you.

“I told her to not tell you I’m here.” he responds calmly, tone even and hard to read. You scoff and begin to walk away from him. But before you could walk inside, Steve grabs your wrist, tight enough to stop you but not enough to hurt.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” he says and now that you’re closer, you could see the pain in his eyes. You almost give in but know that his torment is nothing like the kind you feel inside.

“Get your hand off of me, Rogers.” you bite back, not holding any of the bitterness back. Steve doesn’t say anything and lets go of your wrist. While you walk away, you throw the keys at him, which due to his superhuman reflexes, he catches instantly.

“Park the car. I would’ve but someone was standing in my way,” you comment annoyedly before walking inside. You don’t look back, but when you hear the engine rev, a part of you fills with pride.

You stroll into the kitchen to grab some food. Bucky’s there eating a piece of pizza and nods a silent hello. You wave curtly and search the fridge. “Where’d you go? Bucky asks, trying to sound low-key.

“Pepper’s. Had to help Morgan with her homework,” you joke, both of you knowing that’s not the reason. Bucky mutters a quiet okay before returning to his pizza. You hear the door open so you grab an apple and escape to your lab. You knew you couldn’t handle any more confrontation today.

At your lab, or rather Tony’s old one, you go to the security cameras and open to the kitchen. Bucky is still eating, but he’s joined by Steve. You turn the audio on and eavesdrop on their conversation.

“You gotta help me, Buck.” Steve almost begs. You could hear the desperation in his voice.

Bucky just shakes his head and answers, “I’m sorry, but I can’t. You really hurt her.” Steve leans back on the counter and sighs in despair. Bucky reads his body language and walks over to him.

“Look, there’s hope she’ll forgive you.” he assures to a rather hopeless Steve.

“Really?” he asks in a disbelieving tone.

“Yeah, after all. She’s the one who wanted you back.” he comments before leaving the kitchen. You’ve heard enough. Closing the security camera and leaving your lab you finally decide to face the issue head on.

You enter the kitchen and see Steve leaning against the counter. You declare, “Why’d you do it?” Steve perks up and begins to step closer to you. You know the closer he gets to you, the weaker your composure becomes so you take a slight step back. It’s barely noticeable but you could see Steve’s shoulders slump a little at that. You fidget with your hands a bit, feeling your confidence dwindling. You can’t deny the power he has over you and even with five feet between you, it’s almost overwhelming.

“Why’d I leave or why’d I come back?” he asks. You could tell he’s reluctant to explain both reasons, but you need to know.

“Both, Steve. Why did you leave me?” you could feel your anger boiling over and can’t help but continue, “After all those years together, how could you just go back to her. I’m not even mad at Peggy because it wasn’t her fault. I’m mad at you, because you were the one who chose her over me!” There are tears brimming at your eyes and you know Steve can see them. He steps a bit closer, but this time you don’t retreat.

“I’m sorry, doll. It just didn’t feel the same after the snap.” You look through your watery eyes and see Steve’s equally pained face. “You know, I went back for you. But when you weren’t there, I figure you were snapped away.” This time Steve looks away from you. You feel the urge to comfort him and so you hesitantly place your hand on his. You rub the top of his hand soothingly and Steve smiles sadly, “I was devastated when I thought I’d never see you again. But in those five years, something changed. I started to accept that you were gone and that made me think I didn’t need you anymore.” You still can’t meet his eyes, finding it too difficult and too intimate. Steve notices and lightly place a hand under your chin to make eye contact.

“But I was wrong, Y/n. I will always need you.” he confesses and you smile a little. You wanted to be mad at him; you really did. But when you look into his eyes and listen to his words, you can’t help but see the man that you fell in love with.

Teary-eyed and very emotional, you respond, “Oh Steve.” Before pulling him into a searing kiss. You haven’t been with anyone else since Steve left and you’re glad you weren’t. No one could compare to Steve, especially when it came to his lips. They were just as soft as you remembered and equally as intoxicating. You missed everything about Steve, but especially this. When you needed to breathe, you pulled back slightly so that your foreheads were still touching.

“Please don’t leave me again?” you plead desperately, causing a tear to slowly fall from your eye.

Steve wipes it off before assuring, “I promise.” He buries his head into your shoulder and says, “I’ll never leave you ever again.” You pull him even closer and for the first time in years, feel at home. You realize that Steve never broke any promises and decades later, he still hasn’t.

#steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #avengers #avengers imagines #chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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Chapter 12: Switch - Part One

Tolerate It

Paring: Modern!Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Story Rating: R (No minors should read this fic).

Word Count: 3,791

Warnings: Swearing

Story Description: Tommy Shelby is the owner and CEO of Shelby Company Limited. Starting out as a Bookmaker, Tommy had big ideas to expand his riches. In the past ten years, the company has grown rapidly to expand its business ventures from bars to producing alcohol, manufacturing motor vehicle parts, and exporting. One of the richest men in Great Britain, Tommy Shelby, has it all. Unfortunately, the death of his wife, Grace, left the multi-millionaire mogul alone and depressed. He needed someone to fulfill his needs and deepest darkest desires.

Chapter Summary: Easter has arrived. Tommy is spending it with his family, while Rose is forced to spend time with her ex. We learn that Tommy does not always want to be in control.

A/N: This chapter will have two parts.

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There was a part of Tommy that wished he did not have to be in control all of the time. It was understandable that he be the one in charge of his business as he had no other person to rely on to step up to the plate. Michael was still too young. Also, Tommy had been developing doubts and distrust towards his cousin. It didn’t help that Michael would schedule secret meetings with potential business partners and act as if he was doing it to help Tommy and the company. Tommy used to rely on and confide in his Aunt Polly. Yet, she began to distance herself more and more from the company, especially since getting remarried to Aberama Gold, a fellow business associate to Tommy. John and Arthur had their business deals to worry about, and Ada spent most of her time in the States.

He wished Grace was still alive. She was Tommy’s number one supporter. He shared almost everything with Grace (the legal side) and truly valued her advice and opinions. When Tommy was with Grace, he was able just to be himself. He was allowed to be calm and not have to overwork his mind. He didn’t have to be in control.

It was only with Grace that Tommy allowed another person to have total control over him in the bedroom. Both he and Grace shared characteristics of a dominant and submissive. They often switched roles, with Tommy as the dominant and Grace as the submissive, and vice versa. He loved it when Grace used to dominate him. No one would have suspected the sweet-natured blonde woman had an alpha personality behind closed doors, who was and controlling and overtly sexual.

With Grace gone, Tommy never allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of anyone. Lizzie tried to get Tommy to open that side of him up, but he denied her. He couldn’t do it. A part of Tommy felt as if it would be a betrayal to Grace. Both Ada and Polly constantly told Tommy that it was okay for him to move on from Grace.

“She gave you, on her deathbed, the permission to move on, Thomas. Respect your deceased wife’s wishes,” Aunt Polly would tell him.

“Find someone to have a family with, Tommy. Charlie deserves to have a mother figure in his life and possible siblings if it were to happen. Let yourself be happy,” were Ada’s words of encouragement.

No doubt Tommy would hear those exact words at his sister’s house this Sunday afternoon to celebrate Easter with the entire Shelby clan. Boy, it was going to be a long day. Charlie ended up spending the night at Ada’s with his cousins. Tommy was glad for that as indeed his sister would provide his son with an Easter basket. Tommy was not one for decorative or holiday pleasantries. That was all Grace. When Grace passed, Ada, Polly, or Esme would be the ones to step in and make sure Charlie celebrated his birthday with a party or invite him over for holiday festivities. Guilt would riddle Tommy at that notion that he could not provide his only child with a happy environment. Yes, Tommy loved Charlie dearly. However, Tommy could not deny that he lacked in other emotional departments. He was not one for sentiments or terms of endearment.

Another subject Tommy was not keen to have brought up was his “relationship” with Rose Turner. Unfortunately, he knew better than to expect his family members to rile him up about her and ask questions. None of them knew how Tommy met Rose. It was the same with Lizzie. While both Arthur and John were not faithful to their wives, neither were allowed to be members of Excelsior Club. He had mentioned Arthur and John to Tatiana to inquire if they could become members. Tatiana stated that they were both a liability. “Your brothers are too reckless and don’t fit the standards of our usual clientele. They are, how do I put this nicely? They are too ‘rough around the edges,’ so to speak,” Tatiana said dismissively when Tommy first started going to the Club.

It didn’t matter to Tommy either way; his brothers still managed to do fine all on their own. Besides, Arthur and John were not the faces of Shelby Company Limited; Tommy was and had an image to protect. If Tommy went down in disgrace, it would be for his business dealings, not that he kept himself in the company of whores.

However, Tommy could not help his growing feelings for Rose. There was an energy about her that was attractive to him that he could not quite understand why. Tommy was not sure if it was because Rose was able to adhere to his wicked desires. It amazed Tommy how she was keen on submitting and doing almost anything to please him. During scenes, Rose responded to Tommy as if he was the only man she needed, the only man she desired. And it felt genuine, not put on. There would be moments during aftercare where Rose would look at Tommy with such admiration and respect, that at first, it made him feel uneasy. But after a while, he came come to desire that look. That Tommy would do whatever it took to make sure Rose always looked at him in such away. Tommy found that he craved Rose’s respect, which caught him off guard.

Tommy soon realized that he also respected Rose and how she would do anything for her son. He admired that notion about her. She willingly entered into a line of work that could be demanding, demeaning, and possibly dangerous to provide for her child was not something that Tommy took lightly or was flippant about it. He would never refer to Rose as a “hooker with a heart of gold.” No, she was much more than a trope. Tommy knew Rose did not need a knight and shining armor to save her.

Lizzie wanted Tommy to save her. At the time, Tommy was in no position to be someone’s hero. He was too bruised, too shattered, too broken.

Now, here Tommy was at his sister’s home celebrating Easter. He sat back and watched everyone. The laughter, the smiles, Tommy felt like he didn’t belong. Tommy felt like he couldn’t breathe, so he stepped out back to smoke a cigarette since Ada did not allow smoking in her home.

The inhale of nicotine helped soothe Tommy’s anxiety and calm his nerves. Often, he wished he was back on opium. It was his way of coping after coming home from Afghanistan. He was only able to get clean because of Grace and her support. He never touched the stuff after getting clean, but there were still cravings. The feelings that came with the high brought such bliss. The satisfaction that nothing could harm you. Those weren’t going to go away magically overnight.

Tommy’s solitude was interrupted when his son, nephews, and nieces ran outside with their baskets to search for eggs. He looked at his watch and sighed. He was not sure how much longer he could stand this.

As the children flittered around the yard, Tommy took out his phone. He opened the message from one of the Blinders he had assigned to watch over Rose that day. The text message Tommy received earlier unsettled him. It was a picture of Rose exiting her house with Louis and a man. The three got in a car and drove off. At first sight of the image, Tommy felt enraged. He immediately wanted to know who this man was and why he was with Rose. Tommy was livid. Fortunately, he calmed himself down when Rose sent him a text an hour later.

Rose: I know you have your guys watching over Louis and me. While I do appreciate that, it is a little much. The man I am with is Louis’s father, Nick. We are going out for an Easter brunch. Nothing for you to worry about, and Happy Easter.

Tommy didn’t respond, but he was grateful that Rose cleared things up. He knew his reaction to the picture was ridiculous. The slight pang of jealously surprised Tommy. He didn’t quite know where it came from; it was the same feeling when Rose told him that Changretta contacted her. He was still unsure about what to do with Changretta. First, it was only business that Changretta was causing Tommy grief; now, the man was gearing up to steal his girl. Tommy realized that he must have been too lenient when dealing with the Changrettas now overstepping their boundaries. Tommy and the Peaky Blinders would have to put them in their place for good.

Tommy would make sure that Rose was not a casualty if a war broke out. He was not going to lose her or the war.

“Mum! Come on!” Louis yelled. He was dressed and ready to go, but his mum was taking forever. “What is taking so long?”

“In a minute!” Rose shouted back. She was ready but was busy doing making an Easter basket for Louis. Rose placed the items strategically in the basket. She grabbed the basket and walked down the stairs. “Happy Easter, my little man.”

Rose handed the basket to Louis, who had a look of confusion and annoyance on his face. “What the Hell, Mum? Is this what you have been doing for the last thirty minutes?”

“Yes,” Rose said. “Don’t you like it?”

Louis sighed and placed the basket on the table. “I’m too old for an Easter basket,” he moaned but still looked through the basket to see what he got. “Holy shit! A new iPhone! AirPods!”

“Still want the basket?” Rose questioned sarcastically. “I mean, I’ll take it back if you don’t want it.”

“No, I want it. Mum, thank you,” Louis beamed with happiness and hugged Rose.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You’re a good kid. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mum.”

Their tender moment was cut short when the doorbell rang. “Who the bloody Hell could that be?” Rose asked, confused.

“It is probably Dad. I told him it would be easier to pick us up,” Louis explained and went to open the door. “Dad! So good to see you.”

Rose stood back, arms crossed, as Louis hugged his father. It was a sight that had Rose feel a pang in her chest. It reminded her that the three of them could have been a family, a typical family. That is what Louis deserved. Nick looked over at Rose and smiled at her. It was a warm and genuine smile. Rose felt like she was sixteen all over again.

“Rosie, you look…beautiful as always,” Nick complimented and went in for a hug but stopped himself. “We can hug, right?’

Rose scoffed, “Of course we can hug, weirdo.” The former lovers embraced, and Rose felt a familiarity, the feeling of being safe and uncertain. She pulled away. “Well, we better get going. Louis, where did you decide we go to eat?”

“Bella Roma. Can we stop by an Apple store after we’re done eating? I want to be able to switch over from my old iPhone to the new one. Mum, got me a new iPhone.” Louis held up his phone to his dad.

“Nice,” Nick admired.

“We’ll see. Come, let’s get going,” Rose ordered and ushered everyone out of the house. Locking up, Rose turned around to see Louis and Nick walked towards a car. “Wow. Is this your car, Nick?”

“Don’t act so shocked. It is a used car, but yes, it is mine,” he told Rose. “It is a 2017 Hyundai Elantra. Got a pretty good price for it too.”

“Very nice,” Rose approved as she got inside, with Louis settling himself comfortably in the back seat.

“Dad has a full-time job now. Isn’t that right, Dad,” Louis spoke up eagerly.

Nick started the car and drove away from the house. It would not be too long before they arrived at the restaurant. “Where do you work?” Rose asked, trying to hide the tone of suspicion in her voice.

“My father took pity on me. I work at his insurance company. It took a while for him to trust me again. But Mum told Dad to give me a chance, especially when I got out of….”

“Prison,” Rose interrupted, and she noticed Nick straighten up in his seat. “That is good to hear. I’m glad your relationship with your parents is better. Better than mine, that is for sure,” she added under her breath.

It was not long until Nick parked near Bella Roma. Once they entered the restaurant, the three were seated quickly. Rose sat on one side, while Nick and Louis sat together on the other side. Rose sat back and watched the interaction between father and son. It was sweet to watch Louis interact with his father. As Rose looked between the two, she was reminded how much they both looked so very much alike. It was eerie. Dark brown hair and brown eyes were two of the features they shared, along with a dimple on their chin.

Soon, their waitress stopped by to get drink orders. “I’ll just have water, thank you,” said Rose. Truthfully, she would have liked a glass of wine to help take the edge off. However, Rose didn’t want anything to hinder her guard up around Nick.

They ended up ordering pizza to share and a plate of arancini as a starter. Louis was the one to dominate the conversation. He was desperately trying to get his parents to interact more. Louis kept praising his dad’s accomplishments to get his mum’s attention. “Mum, did you know dad volunteers to help underprivileged kids. It’s like, what did you refer to it as, a nice version of scared straight?”

Nick chuckled, “Something like that. I figured I could do something good and help guide kids to not make the same mistakes as me.”

Rose bit her tongue. For Louis’s sake, she would be nice. However, she wanted to bite back and ask Nick what he considers mistakes he has made throughout his life. Rose hoped he didn’t view Louis as some mistake. That would set her off. Rose picked at her pizza; she found herself not hungry all of a sudden. Nick and Louis continued to talk amongst themselves about mundane topics such as school, sports, music, etc.

At that moment, Rose’s thoughts drifted to Tommy. She wondered what he was doing, and kind of wished he was with her. That thought caught Rose off guard. She pulled out her phone and sent him a quick text. She wanted to let him know that she was out with Louis and Nick, along with wishing him a happy Easter. There were times where Rose wished she didn’t have to leave Tommy after their rendezvous in the hotel that Friday. She always felt safe with Tommy. There was a sense of security and a feeling of being protected.

Rose found herself that the more she hung around Tommy, the more she began to trust him, and the more Rose began to like Tommy, which scared her. She was not supposed to develop feelings for him. He was a client, after all. He paid for her services. She willingly allowed him to do unspeakable sexual acts to her. Rose was willing to let Tommy do things she would never allow any other man to do to her. She wondered what made Tommy different compared to someone like Luca or Alfie. Probably because, in a weird sense, Tommy treated Rose like a human being and not some toy. Yes, she knew Tommy tended to be possessive, but he still respected Rose’s boundaries. Rose trusted Tommy not ever to cross them.

“Rosie, are you still here?” Nick asked. He waved his hand in front of Rose’s face to get her attention.

“What?” Rose shook her head to clear her mind. “Sorry, what’s going on?”

“Dad asked you about the guy you are currently seeing,” Louis answered. He was frustrated that his dad brought up Tommy.

“Oh yeah, what about Tommy?”

“Just wondered how long you have been seeing this guy? How did you two meeting by the way?” Nick questioned. “I’ll be frank; I was stunned to find out that the mother of my child is dating the one and only Tommy Shelby. Isn’t he an OBE?”

Rose shrugged her shoulders at the question, “I guess he is an OBE. I don’t know; he has yet to show me his medal or whatever it is they get. You know, Tommy is just a guy I met, and we hit it off. Nothing too outrageous.”

“Is it serious?” Again, another question from Nick.

Louis sighed in annoyance, and Rose quickly picked up on her son’s discomfort on the subject of Tommy. “Let’s see if they have dessert,” Rose changed the subject and tried to wave over their waitress.

“Have you met him, Louis?” asked Nick turning towards his son.

Rolling her eyes, Rose interceded, “No, he has not met Tommy.”

“And I don’t want to,” Louis mumbled under his breath.

“Hey, here is an idea, how we don’t talk about Tommy, okay,” ordered Rose, and both guys agreed.

After sharing a tiramisu, Rose had enough and was ready to get back home. Nick offered to pay, and Rose didn’t fight him on it. She figured it was his way of showing he had his own money and could provide a meal for them. With their leftovers boxed up, Rose led the way back to Nick’s car.

“Louis, did you still want to go to the Apple store?” Rose asked him.

“Can we? I thought you wanted to get back home.”

“I do, but we can get the leftovers in the fridge, and I can take you,” replied Rose. Truthfully, she did not want to go. She had enough excitement for one day.

Suddenly, Nick piped in, “I can take him if you feel like staying home.”

Rose turned around to look at Louis, “Is that okay with you?”

“That’s fine,” answered Louis, happily. He was excited to get to spend some alone time with his dad.

Nick parked in front of the house. Rose and Louis and got out of the car. He handed the pizza boxes to Rose and got in the front seat. “I’ll see you late, sweetie. By Nick. Take care.”

“Bye, Rosie. Talk to you later.”

Rose waved them off and walked towards the house. She breathed a sigh of relief upon entry. She went upstairs to undress and put on a pair of comfortable sweats and sweater. All Rose wanted to do was relax.

Looking at the clock, it was only 3:30 PM. Lunch with Nick felt like it went on longer. As Rose was about to settle herself on the couch to watch television, the doorbell rang. “Now, who the Hell is that?”

“Fucking ‘ell, people. It’s Easter Sunday, for God’s sake.” She walked to the front door and opened it to find none other than Tommy Shelby.

“Tommy, what are you doing here?” inquired Rose, totally not expecting it to be him.

Clearing his throat, Tommy shuffled on his feet. He looked down, then up at Rose. “I…I needed to get out and away. It was all too much.”

Rose was confused by what Tommy was telling her. She motioned for Tommy to come inside, and he obliged. “What do you mean it was all too much? Are you okay?”

Guiding Tommy to the couch, Rose sat down next to him. She was concerned since she had never seen Tommy like this before. It was as if he was lost.

Tommy sighed, “I was at my sister’s house. Everyone was there, my brothers, their wives and kids, Aunt Polly and her husband, his kids. Everyone had someone but me. I was alone. Charlie was there, of course, but it if feels like the bond we once had is dwindling. He doesn’t need me. I watched him play with his cousins and interact with his aunts and uncles and realized that my son is better off without me.”

Rose was shocked at Tommy’s words. She scooted closer to him and placed a supported hand on his knee. “Tommy, no. That is not true. Of course, your son needs you. You are his father. You’re his family.”

“He has other family members who can give him the love and attention he deserves. Maybe I should have listened to Grace’s parents and had Charlie live with them.”

“No. Tommy, listen to me,” Rose began and made Tommy look at her. “Charlie is your son. You love him. You told me that you love him. He is a part of you and Grace. If you give Charlie up, you will regret it. Then you truly will lose him.”

“It would be better for him….”

“No, it would not. It would only scar that child for the rest of his life. He will feel that you abandoned him,” Rose stated firmly. “You’re not thinking clearly. It’s a holiday. We all get weird when we are forced to hang around family members. Just stay here for a while and relax.”

Rose found that her hand moved from Tommy’s knee to his hand sitting back on the couch. He was holding on tight as if he was afraid Rose would disappear. She used her other hand to cover his. Rose wanted Tommy to know that she was not going anywhere. Taking in Tommy’s appearance, he was dressed in blue jeans, a black sweater, and black boots. It was the most casual look Rose had ever seen Tommy. She was always used to seeing him in suits. It was a nice change. However, the look on his face was one of sadness and defeat.

“Tell me what you need, Tommy?” Rose asked. She pulled Tommy closer to her and wrapped an arm around him. “Tell me how I can make it better,” she crooned in his ear and ran her fingers through his hair.

What did Tommy want? He was unsure. A part of Tommy didn’t want to feel always in control. That he could let go and be in the moment. That’s what he wanted; he wanted to be in the moment with Rose. Just the two of them, sitting together. “I just want to sit here, with you, Rose. That’s all I want right now. I don’t want to think about anything.”

Kissing the top of Tommy’s head, Rose leaned her head on his. “Okay, we can do that, Tommy. I’m here. Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x oc #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic

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rune-writes · 4 years

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Unbreakable Bond

Fandom: Persona 5

Ann Takamaki Week 2020 » Day 5: Birthday

Word Count: 4704

Rating: G

Summary: Six months after Shiho's accident, Ann still could not forget the sight of her friend’s crippled form on the ground. All she wanted was for Shiho to be healthy again so they could have fun like they used to. On Ann's 17th birthday, Ren prepared a surprise for her.

Note: A belated happy birthday to Ann!!

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Ann was reading a fashion magazine on her bed when her phone vibrated, beeping once. She reached for it, patting her bed and the sides of her pillow. Where was it? Her phone was nowhere to be found, so she looked up, and saw light shining from the top of the stackable cube shelves next to her bed. She grabbed her phone and checked the notification. One message. From Ren. The smile came unbidden as Ann unlocked her phone and clicked the message.

‘Happy birthday!’ it said, followed by party-face emojis and birthday stickers. The time stamp beside it read 12:02 AM. Her grin only grew as she struggled to keep her composure, rolling over to her back and holding her phone over her head.

‘Why aren’t you asleep?’ she asked.

‘Why aren’t you?’

Ann snorted a quiet laughter. Would it kill Ren to be honest sometimes and say he wanted to be the first to wish her a happy birthday? Not that she would admit she’d been waiting for his message either.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked then.

Ann grinned. ‘Texting you.’

‘On your bed?’

‘Yep.’

There was a momentary pause before he said, ‘Do you have plans after school? Wanna go somewhere?’

There it was—the question she’d been waiting for. Ann had kept her afternoon open for this very reason. Her grin threatened to swallow her face whole as she typed, ‘Are you asking me on a date, Ren?’

Another pause. ‘Maybe.’

Cheeky. Ann laughed under her breath. ‘Alright.’

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Ren’s invitation was the only thing occupying her mind the entire morning. She wondered where they would go. Sharing a parfait at a cute cafe would be nice. Or maybe they’d go to the movies? They could eat a fluffy cake at a pastry shop. What if, at the end of their date, Ren surprised her with a present? Not something huge, but something unexpected. And then he’d walk her home, his hand holding hers, and once they reached her porch, his eyes would bore into hers in that way that made her stomach twist and knot before he’d lean into the gentlest kiss he had ever given her. The thought already made her heart race and cheeks burn.

Her phone vibrated again inside her bag while she queued in front of the subway escalator. She had put it on silent after the incessant beeping on the train ride to school. Her friends had flooded their group chat with birthday wishes and promises to hang out. A birthday party at Leblanc after school, Ryuji had said. But Ann already had plans, and when she’d said so, Ryuji and Futaba had bombarded her with questions: what plans? With whom?

Ren was conveniently not on. Ann wondered if he was doing it on purpose. It wouldn’t be a stretch to think he was waiting for her somewhere at the station, smirking to himself as he watched their group chat notifications come in.

When her phone vibrated again, Ann exhaled a quiet sigh and fished her phone from inside her bag. If Ryuji still spouted nonsense about how no one in their right mind would date a girl like Ann, she would give him a piece of her mind once she cornered him at school. However, it wasn’t Ryuji’s name that greeted her eyes. Ann’s eyes widened when she beheld the name displayed across her phone.

‘Happy birthday, Ann!’ Shiho said in her message. ‘Wish you all the best. Sorry we can’t celebrate together like we used to, but I’m sure Ren-kun has prepared something amazing for you. I’m still doing well on my rehab. The doctor said I’ve improved a lot. Not enough to do any sports yet, but I hope we’ll get to see each other soon.’

Her fingers twitched, and she clutched her phone tight. Shiho always wished her a happy birthday before school. Then Ann would find a cute little present hiding in her shoe locker or desk drawer. Shiho would throw her arms around her from behind with a beam spreading from ear to ear as she asked her where Ann wanted to go or what she wanted to eat. A part of her expected that to happen now, grinning with glee as she read the message, before she remembered that Shiho was no longer at her school.

‘Thanks, Shiho,’ she typed her reply, then her fingers wavered over the keys, her lips quirking up in quiet delight. If Shiho’s health had improved, the time they’d be able to hang out might be closer than she thought. She’d set to type something, anything—that’s amazing news, Shiho—when the image of Shiho’s crippled body on the ground flashed across her mind.

It’s your fault.

She froze in her tracks, her hands on her phone becoming still.

“Hey.” The sudden hand on her shoulder made her jump. A figure stood beside her—a figure in her school uniform. Sunlight reflected off a pair of glasses as Ren peered into her eyes. But then his smile faltered at her lack of response. “You okay?”

“Huh?”

“You kind of spaced out.”

Ann blinked—once, twice. “Sorry, I was—” The rush of traffic on the other side of the sidewalk startled her. She looked back behind her shoulder and found the subway exit standing some thirty feet away. She glanced at her phone, then quickly typed her reply. She’d already sent it and stashed the phone back inside her bag before Ren could take a peek at it.

“Were you waiting for me?” Ann asked instead, adjusting her bag straps around her shoulder.

Ren’s gaze was searching, but when Ann said nothing, he didn’t press the subject. He nodded down the pavement toward their school. “Let’s go,” he said, his lips breaking into a small smile.

***

“It’s from Shiho,” Ann said later that day. On lunch break, she sat on her desk, leaning against the window while she ate the melonpan she’d bought at the cafeteria. The sweetness exploded in her mouth. Ren’s dark gray eyes flitted upward, meeting hers for only a moment. “The text message I received this morning. She wished me a happy birthday.”

“That’s nice.” Ren responded with a nod, taking a bit bite of his tuna-flavored rice ball.

Ann waited for more, but no other answer came. “That’s it?” she asked.

“What else?”

She didn’t know. Some kind of surprised reaction, maybe? Or asked how Shiho was doing?

“She’s your best friend,” Ren went on. “You try not to show it, but I know how much you miss her.”

Ann pursed her lips into a thin line. She averted her gaze to her bread now held on her lap.

“How is she, though?” he added.

“Good, it seems, at least from her texts.” Amazing, in fact. Now she just needed to wait until the doctors let Shiho travel. Or, wait, she had a better idea. Ann turned around in her seat and fully faced Ren. “Do you think we should go see her?”

“What?”

“She’s been pestering me to visit, saying there’s a confectionery store with all manner of sweets near her school. She said they’re really good.”

Ren chuckled. “Do you wanna meet her or do you wanna eat some sweets?” he said. Ann responded with one of her own, leaning back against the window.

“Do you remember when I told you about Shiho?” she asked.

Her voice was quiet under the cacophony of her classmates’ gossips and talks. She hoped her voice reached no one but Ren. From the corner of her eyes, she could see she had his full attention.

“We only met in middle school, but it always felt like I knew her my entire life. She was this weird girl, quiet. While everyone avoided me, she just... randomly struck a conversation with me, saying my painting sucked.” The memory prompted a wry grin spreading across her face. “My parents were always away, so my house was always empty. When Shiho learned about this, she started taking me to all sorts of places. Pastry shops. Bakeries. These cute accessory stores or just shopping for clothes. Sometimes, I go with her to visit some sports stores or help her practice before big games. I never missed her games...”

Ann trailed off. It seemed like it was just yesterday when they were perusing the stores in Shibuya’s underground mall. Shiho had never tasted the buffet’s chocolate fountain either. When Ann went to visit her, maybe she could bring Shiho a crepe from that stand in Central Street Shiho loved so much. The small pang in her heart returned, clenching a little tighter.

After school, Ann refrained herself from pestering Ren to tell her where they were going. It was going to be a surprise, and she was content to let it stay that way. They rode the train to Shibuya and hopped off at the station. She half-expected Ren to lead her out and into Central Street, but they headed for the Keio Inokashira Line, where they boarded another train heading for Inokashira Park.

“We’re going to Inokashira Park?” Ann asked once they boarded the train and found an empty spot between a man in a suit and a woman carrying groceries.

“Yep,” he replied, but didn’t elaborate.

That was unexpected, though Ann wouldn’t say she minded going there. It had been a while, and strolling through the vast park under beautiful autumn leaves might be a great way to spend her birthday.

The ride took 20 minutes, give or take. They descended from the train, then exited the station to a quiet residential area. The park lay only a short walk away. Over a stone bridge crossing the river, trees with gold and brown leaves lined the path on both sides. Ann breathed in the crisp afternoon air, cool against her lungs. She always loved it here.

“So,” Ann said, turning around on her side and peering into his eyes. “What’s the plan?”

“Want me to tell you, or would you prefer it be a surprise?” He’d kept walking with hands in his pockets, his lips curving into the beginning of a smile.

Ann grinned. “Surprise me.”

Ren grinned back.

The first agenda of the day was a swan boat—one of the top tourist attractions of the park. Ren had apparently accompanied Yusuke on a ride once, where several people had thought them a couple. He had wanted to ride it with Ann after that. But when the rental place came into view, standing in the distance over the bank of the large pond, Ann ground her feet to a halt. Legend had it that the Goddess Benzaiten would curse any couple who rode the swan boat together. They would break up shortly thereafter.

“You really want to ride the boat?” Ann asked.

Noticing she had stayed back, Ren paused on his steps, tilting his head in genuine inquiry. “Why?” he asked. Ann refused to say why, partly because it was a ludicrous legend, partly because she feared the legend might come true. Understanding dawned on his face when she said nothing, and Ren pulled his lips into a teasing grin. “What, you’re afraid of some superstition?”

There were valid reasons one should be afraid of it. What if something bad truly happened to them and they broke up?

“If something bad truly happens and we break up,” Ren went on, “you can just blame the curse and forget all about me.”

Ann scoffed, feeling his reply was ridiculous enough to lighten her mood. “I could never forget you,” she said. Her answer brought a smile to his face, and Ren reached out to take her hand.

“That’s why I’m saying we should get on the boat and prove the legend wrong. Besides, would you really let some curse get between us?”

The answer was obvious as Ann felt her lips pulled into a quiet grin. He tugged her hand, then led her to the boat rental place.

It was her first time riding the boat too. It seemed fun, but she never had the chance to ride it. “Next time” had been her reason. If she thought about it now, there were no particular reasons behind it. Why? She could’ve ridden on it with Shiho if she wanted. Had Ann ingrained the curse so deep in her mind that she became incapacitated because of it? Because even without the bad luck, her life had already been a hell of its own.

People had shunned her. Some had even bullied her. She’d tried not to let it get to her, but for a twelve- or thirteen-year-old, peer pressure had been enough to corner her and make her think of the worst. Should I dye my hair black and wear contact lenses? If I look like everyone else, people may start to like me. These thoughts had spiraled down in her mind with no signs of stopping. She was always alone; her parents were never home. She had no one to depend on—until Shiho, but even that light only lasted three years before she was taken away from her.

Paddling the swan boat was harder than it looked. And with a difference in strength, it was hard to coordinate their movements. Ann would think their time in the metaverse had strengthened her muscles, but that did not seem like the case.

“You don’t look like it, but you’re pretty strong, aren’t you?” Ann said, huffing and puffing her breath.

Ren wasn’t entirely active in gym class either. He wasn’t the strongest nor the fastest. When the boys played soccer or basketball, he would always sit back. “I hate breaking a sweat,” he’d said once. Yet every time they were in the metaverse, he always looked like he was ready to show off.

Ren chuckled under his breath. “I’ve been going to the gym. Morgana nagged me to strengthen my muscles.”

Figures. The cat was behind everything. She should follow his example and visit the gym more often.

Wait—

“Where is Morgana?” Ann hadn’t seen him since morning.

Ren’s smile was wry. “When I told him I’ll be going on a date with you, he turned around and flicked his tail at me.”

“Poor guy. You should buy him something. What about sushi?”

“I should buy you something.”

Ann clicked her tongue in irritation then stared him down, her eyes hard. “You never gave him those tuna sushi, right?” He never did, from all the way back in August—Ann knew. Ren quickly relented, averting his gaze and finding some interesting spot to observe on the water. “It won’t be the high-end sushi bar like in Ginza, but I’m sure there are some delicious ones around here.”

“Then,” he said, “we’re having sushi for dinner.”

***

Massive trees lined the pond on either side. In the spring, pink and white sakura petals decorated the trees in its transient beauty. Ann often sat on the benches, under the awning of the low-hanging branches and overlooking the pond. She imagined that rowing a boat in the middle of it would feel like traversing through a forest. The thick foliage obscured the view of passers-by and park-goers, making it seem like she was in a dreamscape or fantasy, where there was only herself and nature.

That was what Ann felt now that she was sitting on a boat in the middle of the pond. But instead of sakura, the trees were now lined with gold and red and yellow with a dash of green here and there. They had stopped paddling, resting their legs. They’d gone quite far, their boat rocking between the gentle waves. Late sunlight dappled across the water surface. When a cool, crisp wind that brushed past her skin like a soft caress against her face, Ann watched the water rippling along with it. By the bank, leaves danced in the wind, swirling and dipping and soaring high until they flew out of sight.

“Having fun?” Ren asked. Ann nodded, drawing a quiet, contented breath. She felt his smile more than she saw it, before he shifted his gaze away and said, “I heard you’ve been wanting to ride the boat.”

That caught her attention. She turned to him.

“Who did you hear it from?”

“Shiho.” The answer rolled easily off his tongue, as though it was apparent. If Ren were any other person, Ann would have thought he might have heard it in passing or from Shiho herself. But he barely knew Shiho—barely talked to her before the incident in April—so how could he have known? He didn’t give her a chance to ask before he glanced behind his shoulder and said, “The sun almost set.”

The far eastern sky had grown a deep blazing orange while the sun made its slow descent behind them, sending out the last of its rays before dipping under the horizon. Ann swallowed her question as she moved to paddle alongside Ren to turn the boat around. They’d gotten the hang of it, finding the perfect rhythm between his paddling and hers. They reached the rental space by the time the sun completely disappeared.

Hand in hand, they headed for the gate leading toward Kichijoji. Various kinds of stores stood on both sides. From second-hand boutiques to chic cafes, furniture stores and handmade accessory stores. Ren’s focus had been on his phone for a while, typing one-handed as text message after text message came with each vibration and incoming beep.

“Who’re you talking with?” Ann asked.

“Hm? Oh, Sojiro.” The slight pause had tugged her curiosity, but when he met her inquiring gaze, Ren only said, “He’s making sure I don’t go home too late.”

That was nice, Ann thought, to have someone to worry about when he would get home. She didn’t have anyone like that.

Ren messed with his phone for a while longer. When Ann peeked, she noticed the map open on his screen. ‘Sushi bar’ was the search item and several red dots had appeared. Ren clicked and unclicked each dot, reading the descriptions and the reviews left on it, until he finally decided on a place and led her to it.

His phone beeped again. Another incoming message. Ann glanced at him right as Ren sent his reply.

“Boss again?”

Sojiro didn’t seem like the type to worry so much. Hadn’t he let Ren out on nights? Ren’s ambiguous nod only fed her suspicion that he was hiding something. She opened her mouth then, about to say something, when they rounded a corner and a voice she hadn’t expected to hear reach her ear.

“Ann.”

Ann froze.

Soft and meek, it was a voice she hadn’t heard in person for months. The last time Ann heard it was when they brought her to the school rooftop before she moved away. Ann slowly turned around in search of the source, and there, some twenty feet ahead, was a person she hadn’t expected to see. Dressed in a navy-blue jacket and white cropped trousers, her black hair tied in its usual ponytail, Shiho’s features lit up by the smile blossoming across her face. She held her hand high above her head, waving at her excitedly.

“Aren’t you going to say hi?” Ren asked when Ann failed to react.

He was beaming, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Did he know? Did he plan this? Nonsense. Didn’t he know how far Shiho’s home now was? How had she even gotten to this place? On a school day, no less. Then there was her message that morning. Sorry we can’t celebrate together like we used to. Shiho wouldn’t have said that if she’d planned to come. She wasn’t the type to surprise Ann like this. But—

I’m sure Ren-kun has prepared something amazing for you.

Ann slowly shifted her attention to her still-beaming boyfriend, who was nodding his head toward Shiho as if trying to say, go on. Go to her.

“Did you plan this?” Her voice was only above a whisper.

He replied with a shrug and a knowing smile. Maybe he thought this was what she wanted, and maybe it was—she’d said so herself; she wanted to meet Shiho. But as Ann loosened her hold on Ren’s hand and all she wanted was to cross the distance and hug Shiho with all her might—because Shiho was here! She’d travelled all the way here!—Ann found herself hitting Ren’s arm instead. Again and again and again—hitting him with a fist as, one by one, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Why did he bring Shiho here? Didn’t Ren know her friend was still in recovery? Didn’t he know she was still going to rehab every week? Ann knew, because Ann had been in touch with Shiho every other day. They’d texted each other and called each other. Ann knew everything that was going on in Shiho’s life as though she lived it herself. And Ann knew that every day was still a struggle, even though Shiho had said she could almost do everything by herself now. But almost was still not one hundred percent everything. Her physician praised her for improving so much in so little time, but they’d told her to not push her limit. And travelling was clearly pushing the limit.

What if something bad happened to Shiho on the way? What if Shiho could never return to how she once was?

Arms wrapped around her. Shiho rested her cheek on Ann’s shoulder, warm tears seeping into her school blazer.

“I’m alright, Ann,” Shiho whispered to her ear, over and over like a mantra. “I’m safe.”

***

“I’ll leave you two to catch up,” Ren said before he disappeared from the bar. Ann watched him leave from their seat by the corner. They’d ordered several sushi sets, Ren promising to pay for everything. From his part-time jobs, he’d explained to Shiho. Though there was probably some truth to his words, Ann knew most of it came from their Palace pilfering.

Silence descended, broken only when Shiho said, “Don’t blame him too much, Ann.”

Ann glanced at her friend before shifting her gaze to her hands. “I’m happy you’re here with me now, Shiho, but…” She shook her head. “Once we return, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind. How could he have thought of bringing you all the way back to Tokyo?” If their sushi had arrived, Ann imagined she would have taken out her irritation on them. It’s not that she disliked Shiho’s presence. Just that…

“I wanted to.” Shiho’s quiet reply drew Ann’s attention to her. “I want to celebrate your birthday with you. And more than anything, I wanted to show you how well I’ve gotten.” Her lips quirked into a small smile, brightening her features. “And it’s not like I went alone. Mom’s here somewhere.”

“Your mom?”

Shiho gave a self-deprecating chuckle. “I got an earful, though.”

“Serves you right! If you wanted us to meet, I could’ve gone to your place instead. In fact, we were just talking about that this afternoon.”

“But that wouldn’t have been a surprise.”

A muscle twitched along Ann’s jaw as Shiho let out another light laugh. Ann clenched both of her hands on the table, gritting her teeth at her friend’s nonchalant attitude.

“Don’t overestimate your body, Shiho, please. Didn’t the doctor say you shouldn’t push yourself? You’re not your one hundred percent yet. What if something irreversibly bad happens? Yes, it’s great to hear your health has gotten better and I can’t wait to hang out with you again, but—”

Shiho’s crippled form flashed across her mind. Her throat closed up; tears sprang in her eyes as Ann furiously blinked them away. When she spoke next, she couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice:

“I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” If Shiho’s rush to return to her full potential backfired, Ann didn’t know if she could forgive herself.

The server brought their sushi with three glasses of cold green tea. Ann averted her gaze, brushing at a stray tear as she took out her phone and mumbled something about telling Ren the food had arrived. However, before she could, Shiho’s hand encompassed hers.

“Do you still blame yourself?” her friend asked.

Ann went still. “I don’t,” she said, even as her heart clenched tight and her breath caught in her throat.

“It’s not your fault, Ann.”

She knew that. She thought she did. That was why Carmen woke up from inside her. But then there were moments when she lay in the dark, when thoughts she never knew she ever had kept her awake the entire night.

Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. You should’ve noticed the signs. You should’ve known she was suffering. Even if there had been nothing you could’ve done, you should’ve been there for her at the least. You’re her friend! Why had you let her feel so alone, so cornered, that the only consolation she could find was on the other side of the rooftop ledge?

Shiho pulled her into her arms, whispering soothing words to her ear. “It’s alright. It’s okay. I’m fine. It’s not your fault, Ann. It never was.”

The dam broke. Ann clutched onto Shiho’s back as tears she never realized she had held streamed down her face.

***

Maybe it was an excuse—checking up on Shiho, or going to the sweets store near her school. All Ann ever wanted was to see her friend healthy again so they could have fun like they used to.

When Ren returned to his seat, Ann ended up giving him a piece of her mind. A little more nagging and scolding and refusing to speak with him for the rest of the day. Shiho joked that it must have been Benzaiten’s curse, at which Ren laughed and Ann frowned.

“We’re not breaking up,” Ann said with certainty.

Shiho and Ren looked at her in surprise, after which Shiho said to Ren, “You heard her, Ren-kun.” They snickered at Ann’s expanse.

Shiho’s mother had gone to Kichijoji’s shopping arcade before she went to pick her daughter up at the sushi bar. Ann drew an internal sigh of relief when she saw no signs of vexations on her face as she greeted Ann with a smile. When the girls introduced Ren, however, there was a frozen stillness to her features that even made the unflappable Ren break out in sweats.

They waved her goodbye, but before they turned around the corner to wherever her mother parked her car, Shiho turned around once and shouted, “Come over sometimes, okay?” Shiho beamed, waving her hand high, then disappeared from view.

“You heard her,” Ren said. She did.

Ren offered his hand, but Ann only spared it a glance before turning her back on him and heading down the opposite direction from Shiho. Ren fell into step beside her.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said.

“No need.”

“Even so.”

Night had fallen. Lights flickered along the storefronts and windows. Conversations floated around as they walked in silence between passers-by in the shopping district.

As they turned the corner and headed back toward the park, Ann murmured, “Thanks.”

She’d acted strong—acted like she had accepted everything. That was never the case. A part of her—an insecure part of her—always came in the middle of the night to whisper despicable things about herself. Fake. Impostor. She only joined the Phantom Thieves because she felt guilty about Shiho. She’d sought to change the hearts of vile adults so no one would have to suffer like her again. It was true, but that was only half of the truth. In all honesty, Ann wanted to seek forgiveness. A redemption. If she accomplished many good deeds, maybe the Gods would hear her prayer and give Shiho her health back.

As the park came into view, Ann felt Ren’s gaze on her. She still refused to meet it, but let her face break into a tiny crack of a smile. The twinge of pain in her heart gradually subsided, leaving her feeling liberated, as though a heavy weight had been lifted off her mind.

~ END ~

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Wrong - AFTERSHOCK

Pairing: F!Reader x AdoptedBrother!Jungkook

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Language, mentions of drinking

<EARTHQUAKE

Your head hurt.

"You don't look good, do you need anything?" Hoseok's worried tone made you look up at him, meeting his gaze at the top of the divider. Smiling softly, you shook your head.

"I'm fine... After a coffee, I'll be as good as new," you started with a sigh, then chuckling at the doubtful look your coworker gave you. "I promise I'll be at peak productivity once caffeine hits my system." You continued to try and reassure him, knowing he - as a supervisor of the team - would probably nag you to take the day off and come back once renewed, to not harm the general productivity"

"I don't know Y/N, after your party yesterday even I am not feeling whole," he snickered and you scoffed back at him. You wished he wouldn't bring the previous day yet, not ready to dwell with anything that happened yet. Your head continued to throb painfully.

"That's because you're a lightweight Hobi," NamJoon, always a beacon of salvation, came around with a steamy cup of coffee and placed it in front of your relieved eyes, your gratitude represented by a squeeze on his hand and a small groan as you sipped at the beverage. "You drank three beers and was practically passing out on Y/N's couch, you can't say anything about anyone." He stated with a chuckle, to what Hoseok responded with a roll of his eyes, showing his tongue at your best friend playfully.

"Yeah and besides, after the project's celebration in the afternoon, we didn't drink much more," your whole body jolted at the sound of TaeHyung's voice right beside you, as he rolled his chair beside you.

"Well, I mean I didn't, Y/N, on the other hand, had her birthday shots like a champ," and you were glad he was acting so casually but respectfully enough to just bump your arm lightly after that remark. You turned to him, forcing a grin.

"After closing off that deal on my birthday, I think I deserved that." You tried to sound playful, and maybe fooled most of the presents, since there was a general chuckle in agreement to what you said. Still, when you glanced at NamJoon, he had a piercing stare on your face underneath the grin, that made you shrink a little. Lunch would be probably spent on the roof that day.

But in the meanwhile, as you let the coffee do its magic and everyone went back to their posts, you started to work on your side projects, the 'A.R.M.Y.' clothing line something in the back of your mind, just postponed for a bit. Your phone buzzed for the fifth time that morning but you weren't sure you wanted to read yet another sweet message coming from TaeHyung, that had his ways to be charming but clearly just wanted to seduce you out of your pants. And let's be honest, you were letting him. You had to admit Mou was right from the start about his crush on you and it was somewhat tempting to let things happen given all the silent promises his kiss made you.

Yes, that happened. As you put your phone on silent, you decided to never again let the tequila make decisions. Even if it had been the best kiss you've had in a couple of years. No, no Y/N focus back on work.

That simple task though, was proving to be very difficult to accomplish itself. Not only because you had to see TaeHyung and work with him for a couple of minutes that morning and kept reenacting the scene in your head every moment your eyes fell to his lips, but because the man that had resurfaced from hell apparently made his job to make your life difficult by sending friendly emails and a basket of a selection of treats from Jin's patisserie to the crew, which started some rumors about you and the young man.

"What exactly is this mess and why haven't you told me anything?" That was the first questioning made by NamJoon as soon as he was freed to lunch - the couple minutes of lateness had made you hopeful he wouldn't show up and you'd be spared from exactly that - and sat on the floor in front of you, grasping the delicious looking croissant from your hands. You sighed, defeated. It was time for a recollection of events.

"Look, first of all, I have no idea why people do what they do, so this is just me telling things from my perspective," you started, raising a finger when NamJoon tried to interrupt you with some indignant remark, you guessed. "Please refrain to question me till I finish my report." You warned, causing your friend to roll his eyes in annoyance, but gesturing in an urging manner.

You cleared your throat. "Well, as we know I made the very stupid decision of scheduling a meeting with the new owner of 'A.R.M.Y.' Jeon JungKook - formerly Y/L/N JungKook - in the same day of my birthday. Still, with my grace and professionalism, the deal was closed successfully with minor changes, almost circumstantial-"

"You're bullshitting me, that's the part I know, Y/N. I want to hear about why in god's name he and his business partner arrived at the party, in casual clothes, and why you decided that of all days, it was a good moment to start sucking face with Kim TaeHyung!"

Even though you had asked him to question you later, you let NamJoon call you up on the bullshit because god knows you were buying time. "I made a mistake. It was the tequila talking, I didn't even want to invite JungKook, I just casually mentioned to JiMin there would be a small party at mine's..." By that point, you were holding your head in exasperation.

"But I'd never even imagined that they would actually show up! Mainly Jeon, after what happened at the bar,"

"Wait, what happened at the bar? Stop withholding information, I want to understand because drunk me didn't have the headspace to do so yesterday." He said, and it made you snort remembering how friendly NamJoon had been to JungKook - and that boy had such a blinding smile at the time that it almost felt like nothing had ever happened before.

"If you let me organize the events in my head for a second I will tell the story in all its coherency," you quipped, glaring at your friend that had started munching at your share of goodies. Not that you mind at that point. "The afternoon was really a blur, to be honest. We finished our meeting by lunchtime, but after Park JiMin insisted that we celebrated both JungKook's first closed deal and my birthday - that was TaeHyung's fault entirely -, we headed straight to the bar where I, not in my best judgment, decided to do some shots with JiMin, the little devil,"

"But you also drank with him at your place, I just don't get-"

"The little shit knows how to use the puppy eyes, I never stood a chance," you pinched the bridge of your nose in mild embarrassment after recalling how you had for the second time fell into JiMin's death trap and accepted doing even more shots of alcohol later on. "As I was saying, mistakes were made. I was just chatting amicably with that man and invited him to my celebration out of politeness and respectfulness. I should have noticed that something was off when he asked if the invite extended to Jeon as well, but my clouded mind..." You sighed. At that time you were clearly developing a crush for JiMin, that after shedding off his suit coat to 'be serious about this' as he had said, switched on a completely different kind of charm. NamJoon stared at you completely still, eager to hear the rest. "Anyways, I said yes with my mind at ease, sure JungKook wouldn't even think of showing up, but there he was at my door dressed like no less of a jock walking into a frat house, wasn't he?"

"Even after the thing that happened at the bar that you still haven't told me about," your friend stressed, and you nodded, pained. "And we have like, half an hour for you to explain that and why you and TaeHyung were kissing in the kitchen."

You glared at him, breathing in to continue. "Right about when we were leaving - TaeHyung and I arrived together at my place as you probably recall, and we were kind of flirting there already but that's not so important - I went to the bathroom to check my state, a little wobbly from the drinks. I may have stumbled on the way out and JungKook just happened to be there, steading me by the arm. After I thanked him and was to leave, he grabbed my elbow again, saying that he had never forgotten me or my birthday... I brushed him off but he kept insisting, so I may or may not have told him to fuck off. I was sure that would keep him away but for some reason, Jeon not only showed up at my house but is now sending me messages, emails, and gifts for m-me and my te-team!" Your own sobbing took you by surprise, NamJoon springing into action and moving to sit by your side, pulling your body by the shoulder to his chest in a comforting manner.

"Hey, I know it's a lot and overwhelming to see him after so long and so suddenly but... Maybe, you know, he wants to fix things?" NamJoon's hand came to pat your head endearingly as you tried to hold off the tears to avoid messing your makeup. Long ago you've told yourself to never cry about JungKook again.

"But after all these years? Why should I let him walk up back into my life after he rejected me like that? After my parents died and he finally got his heritage-"

"I know, he left when we all needed him the most and never cared to look back. But it's been years and maybe he's grown more to realize he was wrong, yes?" As he reasoned, you knew NamJoon had a point. JungKook was the last thing of a family you had left, but it still hurt too much to just let him step in without a single apology. "Sure that your issue with him is much complicated, so I bet he has no idea how to truly approach you to apologize."

At that, you glanced up at him with a frown. "What do you mean?"

"Well," NamJoon looked up before facing you again, a knowing smile on his lips that had your heart racing. "It's always been complicated with you two."

After lunch - not that you had eaten much, being quite honest -, you decided to finally open the messages ignored earlier in your phone. Two different unknown numbers? You frowned at your screen, scrolling to see the rest of the notifications. And three messages from TaeHyung. Sigh.

The first one was - and that surprised you - from Park JiMin's personal number as he stated, letting you know he had asked for your number to your boss and hoped you wouldn't be mad about it. Preposterous, you wanted to write back but decided for just greeting him back and letting him know you were at disposition for anything he needed. You've already overstepped the professional bounds enough the day before.

You skipped the second message, which was clearly from JungKook, from the late hours of the night. At your party, he was the only one you practically didn't speak to and he could have been more uncomfortable but drunk NamJoon made sure to introduce him to your friends... But as whom? You suddenly questioned yourself, wondering what the doofus you called a best friend could have said your relation to JungKook was.

The three-line texts from TaeHyung were the ones for that morning, till right about you arrived at the company. It was a good morning text, very sweet to say the least, then thanks for the good work and party invite... And a more risqué one, where he asked you out for a proper date and put himself to disposition if you wanted to do what he called 'a sober repeat' of what happened at your kitchen. You blinked at the screen after reading the contents, wanting to giggle but keeping yourself at ease since you were in a work environment. Still, you texted him back with a winky face, just for the sake of teasing. Clearly a mistake to date people from work - not that the company prohibited, but it wasn't recommended - but you wanted to indulge yourself with that for a while as a distraction. You could only trust TaeHyung was as chill as he had been with his other affairs.

Putting your phone away, you left on read JungKook's message, not even bothering to save his number. You still had to answer his emails, being the team leader of that project, but it would be very clear that you were speaking to him out of obligation. Still, it wasn't as if you couldn't hear his voice as you read the message, his soft but deep tone asking you to please talk to him.

"Hey Y/N, I wonder if you're free today?" The voice that woke you up Sunday morning was no less than Park JiMin's, and you had to stare at your mobile screen for a solid second to convince yourself you weren't hallucinating. "Oh, you sound sleepy, I'm so sorry if woke you..." You snickered, rolling out of bed with a small groan. It wasn't that early anyway so you really didn't mind.

"It's okay, I overslept. I usually wake earlier than this, but yesterday..."

"Oh yeah, you told me you'd be working late. Hope everything went well," you thanked his good wishes, feeling slightly bad lying to him. You truly had work on Saturday, which was already unusual. But you've only stayed till late that night because you decided to spend your frustrations - as NamJoon had put it so beautifully after your birthday - sucking Kim TaeHyung's face in the break room, since there wasn't anyone around on that floor. Completely impromptu of your part but highly enjoyable. "Still, I wanted to know if you perchance would mind going with me to Jin's Patisserie, they're holding this event today and I don't really have female friends I can go with so..." JiMin trailed off and you frowned, wondering what event he could be referring to.

Oh, the Fairy Tale's couple event- What's that bullshit he doesn't have anyone to go with? The thing with JiMin was that since your birthday you've been friendly texting back and forth, actually turning into casual friends as well as having a professional relationship. Again, something not recommended by the company - and your boss - but you just let it happen because Park JiMin was very pleasant to talk to. Even if you had problems with his business partner.

"Is not that I mind, but I don't think I'm a good candidate for this if you want to participate. I've told you I'm actually friends with the owner so winning that will be a little difficult," you tried to reason with a chuckle, to which he also giggled at the other side of the line.

"Yes, I'm aware of that. But you're also the only one that I can go casually and enjoy all the cute foods without having to pretend I was dragged by my date," he admitted, and you had to laugh, happy that he felt at ease with you. But wait, did he called that a date somehow? "So, what do you say? Wanna go eat some cute food with me?"

Nah, he's just talking in general. We're just friends, I guess. You thought, humming in fake pondering at the proposal. "Well, I guess I could indulge in some extra cute and sugary event for you," you teased, hearing his quiet cheering at the other side. It was funny that he liked cute stuff - tiny, animal-shaped stuff was his favorite -, but after getting to know him better you decided it really fit the cheerful and sympathetic man that now co-owned the stylish and popular 'A.R.M.Y.' clothing line and usually posed as classy and sexy to the outside world. "What time do you want to meet there?"

"I'll pick you up around 11:30, sounds good?" He stated and you were immediately aware that there wasn't space for discussion to that. So after confirming the time, you said your goodbye's, so you could get your day going and be ready on time.

It was a little coincidental for you to be in such relationships with men in the surroundings of your life, but you were trying to not think too much of that. Sure, TaeHyung was fun and not complicated, and JiMin was surely someone who you preferred to keep at arm's length, even though playful flirtation and NamJoon's advice to not let things escalate with your most estimated client. Oh, that's right, I've got to text NamJoon about my whereabouts, you reminded yourself, quickly writing a text to your best friend with a short resume of this morning's call.

NamJoon was someone that always had something to say and, most of the time could read you like an open book. It didn't mean that you followed his advice, sometimes you went against them out of pure spite. Kim TaeHyung happened again because of that.

"You seem to be trying to compensate the frustration you've always had about JungKook with TaeHyung," He had said at lunchtime on that fateful Saturday. After you had - finally - told him about how you and the TI trainee happened, he had concluded that it wasn't a healthy move in the long term. "That could only end up in heartbreak for one of the parts and knowing you, it will be from his side, as much as an easygoing person he seems to be. And you won't be able to live with yourself for using him like that." You mocked him under your breath after that, a little hurt that he'd actually say you were using TaeHyung. Just the way he was having fun before, you were having fun with him, that was very clear. Wasn't it?

"I think that you should make that clear to the boy, Y/N." Mou spoke at the other side of the line, while you got ready to go out with JiMin, already running a little late due to a guilt trip in the shower. "I mean, I told you he has a crush on you, and it's been months."

"But he's been fooling around since he came to the company," you tried to reason while deciding on a top that would be cute, albeit discreet. You couldn't be giving mixed signals to JiMin too, right?

"Yes but, that's exactly what you two haven't been doing, right?" She countered, making you sigh deeply. You two had only kissed twice despite texting and hinting at further stuff, which was fine for you, it made you polish your flirting skills from time to time. "From what you've told me he really wants to go at it with you but isn't being extremely persuasive about it. He's been taking his time, waiting for you. Enjoying your company." Dating me, she means. You rolled your eyes, mostly at yourself, realizing quite well what NamJoon had been telling you. Maybe you were doing TaeHyung wrong, after all. Maybe you should talk to him about the whole thing.

"What I don't get is why you wouldn't consider dating him for real, though."

Well, that was a complicated explanation to give to anybody else but you knew exactly why. Sure, it called - screamed - for therapy and you considered doing it once daily, but the sole reason why you didn't consider dating anyone for real was that after all these years, you weren't able to get over that man. Jeon JungKook, as he was now.

It was still hurtful to remember how he had disappeared from your life, even more after that extreme action he had right before storming out of that room. You never stopped thinking about it.

That kiss. His damned lips that seared a curse deep into your soul, giving you a small sample of reciprocated feelings after all those years living with them hidden deep into your being. You loathed him, but couldn't bring yourself to hate and, now he was back into your life. The effects of that were clear.

"Well, that's-" And as if you had predicted it, a notification from JiMin telling he was five minutes from your house popped on the screen, cutting the conversation short. With a swift goodbye you promised to get back at Mou about the whole deal - hoping she'd forget by then - and hanged up, grabbing the first long casual dress you owned and a jacket, deeming it fine for a friendly hangout.

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Happy Birthday (College AU)

A/n: This isn’t edited but i’m so so happy i got this done!!!!

Summary: Yn and Shawn broke up 2 months ago, but her when her birthday come around, things changed.

I hope you’ll like this, feedback makes my day! Enjoy! Love ya!

Your ears buzzed heavily as you stared into the bartenders eyes, your mind, for whatever reason, now completely blank. Despite realizing you had been asked a question and that people were waiting for an answer, you just found yourself at a loss for words. Something was surely going on inside your mind, but you still couldn’t quite put your finger on it. “Just plain vodka” Danielle yelled, leaning across the bar. Her loud voice and the way she pushed you aside to talk to the bartender in order to hear him over the loud music at the party, brought you back to reality. “Shit” you groaned, rubbing your forehead, “I’m sorry” “That’s ok” she laughed, talking to you over her shoulder as she waited for the shots she just ordered, “You alright?” “Yeah, I’m fine” you answered, shaking your head. You obviously weren’t, but it was your birthday party, everyone canceled at the last minute and now it was just you and your best friend, so you didn’t want to let anything ruin your night. That whole attitude changed after taking what was probably the 5th shot in the last 2 hours, and at this point, it was very unlikely for thoughts to cross your mind without you vocalizing them, “Shawn didn’t text me” you said, without looking at anyone in particular. “What?” Danielle yelled, leaning closer to you so she could hear what you had to say. “Shawn didn’t text me happy birthday” you repeated, this time not looking at her either.

Her whole expression changed, not displaying curiosity anymore, but just disappointment - in you for caring, not in Shawn for forgetting. “Hun, you two broke up two months ago” she said, placing a hand on your lower back, “He doesn’t really have to do that anymore, does he?” “Of course he doesn’t” you scoffed, “But that’s not the point” “Then what is it?” she asked, even if you could tell she wasn’t too excited about this topic. “We ended things on good terms, I thought he would send me-” you mumbled, before shaking your head and blinking a few times, “Screw this, I don’t know if he forgot or if he doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter. So I won’t let it bother me” “That’s my girl” Danielle yelled, throwing herself around you for an honest hug. “Let’s find some cute guys to dance with” You nodded in response, allowing her to take your hand and guide you through the sea of people. Eventually, the two of you stumbled across a group of people your age, who turned out to be close to decent. While Danielle found in less than 10 minutes a guy to cling to, you were far from letting anyone even approach your personal space. There was this dude called Finn, who talked to you about how wasted his friends had gotten mere hours before, and then proceeded to explain to you in the most cringe and poetic way just how beautiful you were, and to be fair, he was starting to get to you. He seemed like a decent guy. Despite rocking what was probably considered the appearance of a greek god, his cuteness what was ended up drawing you to him. Or maybe the alcohol you ingested had something to do with how much you all of a sudden liked him, but we’ll fail to mention that. “Come on” Finn pleaded, holding a hand out to you as he kept his glass close to his chest with the other, “I embarrassed myself enough, save me from having to dance to Hips Don’t Lie by myself!” Leaning your head to the side, you smiled at him, ready to take his hand when your phone buzzed. “I’ll save you in a minute” you giggled, grabbing your phone, and unlocking it only to have the contents of the screen wipe your smile away. You looked at the time, it was 11:43pm and here it was - late, in typical Shawn Mendes style - the text you had been waiting for all night. When you saw his name in the notification box, you actually wondered what the hell went through your head when you were sad he hadn’t texted. Now that he did, you felt lost. He sent the birthday message on WhatsApp. His last seen was immediately after sending the text, but your heart was still pounding, even if he wasn’t in the conversation anymore. Without bothering to leave the dance floor, you started reading it. “Hey, Y/n, I hope you didn’t think for a second that I forgot about your birthday. I’m pretty sure you’re silently judging me for being late tho, and I’m also pretty sure you cracked a smile reading this part, because it’s true. It is late. I’m sorry about that. I’m just gonna go straight to the point and tell you that I’m typing this on a day that’s very special. It marks yet another year that has passed where you, out of the pure kindness of your heart, worked on making everybody’s day a bit better. That’s just you, it’s the way you wear you heart on your sleeve, it’s the way you put people first and it is, simply, you. You’re a beautiful soul, and the day where I won’t be thankful for knowing you, will never come. I look at myself and I like what I see. Despite trying so hard to move on, every time I look in the mirror, I see a little bit of you, because you helped me grow, and even if it’s hard, I love it, because again, it’s you. One of the things that I admire the most about you is how you stop and put yourself in other people’s shoes, take their pain away and form your sentences in a way that even their deepest, darkest wounds start to heal. And the best part? You have no idea you have this power. I spent months by your side, admiring your courage, but what made me fall madly in love with you was just how oblivious you were to all the good you were going. It’s simply who you are and that’s why my feelings will never truly go away. I am thankful for you, and for who you are as a person, so I want to wish you the happiest of birthdays, because god knows, you deserve it.” “Thank you. You almost made me cry” you typed, and hurried to lock your phone. With a deep ache in the middle of your chest, you wrapped your arms around your middle, and took a deep breath as this was not something you knew how to deal with. Even if the party was still going strong around you, Shawn and everything he meant to you, took over your mind, and you only realized what was going on when droplets of tears fell against the skin of your forearms. “Nvm, I’m actually crying” you texted, then stuffed your phone back in your pocket and covered your face with your palms. Looking through your fingers, you saw Danielle making out with some random guy a few meters away from you, while Finn, who moments before actually seemed interested in you, now had his tongue down some chicks throat. You actually considered leaving, but it was your party and there was only one guest. There wasn’t much you could do. So, you sucked it up and pretended nothing happened. You didn’t even bother to hide your tears and swollen eyes, everyone was too drunk to care. The night ended much, much later; the sun had risen and Danielle was still feeling the music. A disappointingly long while later, you two found yourselves in a taxi, headed over to your place. When you made the plans for the party, you invited her to sleep over, so you couldn’t back out now and send her home. The next day, you woke up at around 4pm, and after a healthy round of gossip to nurture your hangovers, she finally headed home. Despite the throbbing head ache that was torturing your brain and against your better judgement, you picked up your phone and checked the conversation with Shawn, only to see a few unopened texts from him. He had started by asking how you were celebrating your birthday, and ended by assuming you were in the middle of the best night of you life, hence the lack of replies. You giggled at how off he was. Even if you probably shouldn’t have, you responded to him. It took a few seconds for him to text back, and the way your conversation started flowing was truly painful. You really missed him. “Any chance you’re in Toronto?” you asked, and cursed yourself the second you sent the text. “Summer job” “I work at that comic book store just outside campus. Not leaving the city anytime soon” “I’m so bad at this, my boss is probably gonna fire if I look at her the wrong way. No chance in hell I’m taking any time off” You bit your lip as you typed your response, “Shit, I just remembered I didn’t get the July issue of the TWD comic, any chance you guys have it?” “Only two copies left. Hurry” There was no doubt in your mind that this was probably the worst idea you’ve had in months, but as you brushed your hair and applied your mascara, you didn’t bother to think of any possible repercussions. You took an Uber and 20 minutes later you found yourself in front of that comic book store, amused with how many times you said you’d check it out and with the circumstances that now brought you here. You thought about what you were going to say to him the when you saw each other, but now that you were mere moments away from actually doing it, you really wanted to back out. Your phone buzzed, “Y/n, the windows are tinted, not painted. I can see you standing there like a weirdo lol” said Shawn’s text. ’Fuck’, now you had to walk inside. Saving you from any further embarrassment, Shawn opened the door, and greeted you with his arms open, “Hey, stranger” “Nice hat” you laughed, hugging him for what was probably the most nerve wracking second of you life. “It’s ruining my curls” Shawn sighed, walking you inside. “Oh no” you mocked, “Shawn Mendes without his curls…”. You trailed off, taken aback by the looks of the inside of the store, “I can see why you’re bad at this” you laughed, “There are more books here than I’ve heard of in my entire life” “Wait till some dude comes in, and goes like ‘I’m looking for that comic, with the dude with an eye patch, that’s always dressed in blue and who’s looking for his long lost twin’” he shook his head, walking behind the counter. “God” you laughed, “Is that even a thing?” “Probably not” Shawn chuckled, “But I wouldn’t know anyway. I always call my colleague, Mike, he knows everything.” “You like working here?” you asked, walking over to him, and leaning on the other side of the counter with your elbows pressed against its glass surface. Shawn placed his hand on the side of his face, and mouthed a truthful, ‘I hate it’, “The money’s ok though” “Wouldn’t have seen you make such sacrifices last semester” you giggled. “I’m a changed man” he shrugged with a devilish smirk. “For the better?” “You tell me!” “Only you can know that, Shawn” you smiled. “Listen” he said, “My shift ends in 20 minutes, maybe we can go grab something to drink and talk?” “About?” you asked, your heart starting to pound. Shawn took a deep breath, and after shaking his head, he took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair, “Maybe about how I started drinking at noon on your birthday and went to sleep to sober up before texting you” “Shawn, I-” “Or maybe talk about why you’re here, because honestly?” he sighed, “It’s giving me hopes, and I thought I wanted you to come, but now I think I’m just playing myself” “Shawn, stop” you sighed, grabbing his hat, and starting to play with it in your hands only to stop them from shaking, “You’re not playing yourself, it was my idea to come here, ok?” “And why did you?” he asked cautiously. “Because-” you started but were interrupted by a group of kids storming inside the store. As most of them ran through the isles looking for god knows what, one girl walked over to Shawn, “Hi, sorry, can you help me” “I can try” he smiled, tapping his back pocket, probably getting ready to call his friend and ask for help. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. “What are you looking for?” Shawn asked the little girl. “My boyfriend broke his arm yesterday, and my mom is taking me to see him, and he likes Batman, so I thought I’d buy him a figurine or something” Hearing her words, your head snapped towards Shawn, who was already looking at you, pure awe in his eyes. He went to the back of the store and started rummaging through the shelves, as you and the girl made small talk. “I only have 3 dollars and 50 cents” she said, “I hope you guys have cheap stuff here” When Shawn came back, he laid on the counter about 15 different figurines, all nicely shaped and beautifully painted. Finally deciding which one to get, the little girl picked the toy up, and asked how much it was. Seeing the price tag read $19, you hurried to answer her before Shawn did, “It’s your lucky day, it’s 2.99” “Sweet” she exclaimed, handing Shawn the money, and then heading out of the store along with her friends. As you fished the remaining $16 dollars out of your pockets, which by the way were surely going to leave a whole in your budget, Shawn spoke up, “I’m so in love with you” “Shut up” you rolled your eyes and chuckled as you handed him the money. “I’m not taking it” he shrugged. “Don’t make me fight you!” you threatened, starting to walk around the counter. “I’m so scared right now” he mocked you, taking ridiculously small steps back. “Come on, Shawn” you belted, “Take the money” “Nope” “So be it” you rolled your eyes, still giggling. You walked past him, which was suspiciously easy as he didn’t put up any kind of fight, and tried to open the cash register. “Fuck” you sighed, realizing you didn’t have the key to open it outside of a purchase. “Clearly you haven’t worked a day in your life, princess” Shawn taunted, grabbing your waist and pulling you with your back against his chest. Still laughing at your antics, he bend down and allowed his breath to fan over the skin of your ear, “I love you” Remaining in his hold, you looked up. You could still see him out of the corner of your eye, as he was looking at you with a wide smile on his lips. “I love you too, Shawn” you said eventually. “Fuck, yes” he exclaimed, leaning down to kiss you. He went in lewdly, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip as he squeezed you tighter in his arms. Not surprisingly, you proved to be just as eager, spinning around in his hold to grab his cheeks, as you finally allowed his tongue to meet yours in a battle of dominance, which you proudly and most likely, for the first time, won. “Shit” he sighed, after pulling away, “I missed this” “Me too” you agreed, and changed your whole attitude in a second, determined to make sure that if you were going to get back together, this time things were going to be different, “Better time management, ok?” “I promise, baby” Shawn nodded without hesitation. “You don’t push me away when shit gets difficult and I won’t get jealous that easily anymore, ok?” “Babe” he said, shaking his head, “I promise to bother you with all of my problems everyday for the rest of my life. And you can be as jealous as you want, you didn’t even cross any lines, but I was too blind to see that” “That’s ok” you mumbled, knowing very well you crossed many lines during your relationship, every time out of pure insecurity as he never actually gave you any reasons to get jealous. “We’ll both work on things” “Ok, so…” he whispered, leaning down towards your lips again, “Does this mean I got my girl back?” “Always” you smiled, reaching on your tip toes to kiss him.

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