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neonlights92 · 3 years

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Night Changes: PART ONE

Jeon Jungkook has spent the last twenty years alone. Single. Solo.

And that’s just the way he likes it. That is, until he meets the supposed love of his life. Suddenly he’s falling over himself at the chance of a real relationship with someone.

The only thing getting in his way? You.

genre: fuckboy!jungkookie, college!jungkookie, romcom, e2l (kinda)

A/N: my attempt at a college kookie story? enjooooy

Perhaps it is the universe telling him to stop drinking.

Jeon Jungkook really needs to start listening to the universe, and stop listening to - well to put it bluntly - his penis.

When he wakes up in another stranger’s bed, with a splitting headache, and lipstick marks scattered across his chest, he reckons he should start making better life choices.

The young woman sharing his bed - a girl from the party last night, with legs that go on for miles - rolls over and blinks her eyes open sleepily. She smiles at him.

“Hi Jungkook.”

He racks his brain for her name. Jisoo… Jennie… Lisa… Rose?

He feels bad - he really really does - but what can he do? He was seven tequilas in, when Taehyung convinced him that taking her home would be a good idea.

“Hi…. You.” He finishes lamely, smiling sheepishly.

She blinks again, this time a little more furious. Her eyes narrow after a moment.

“You don’t remember my name, do you?” She purses her stained lips, and Jungkook really does feel awful.

Or maybe that’s just the hangover.

“I uh - maybe. It’s.. Last night’s a little bit grainy for me, to be honest.”

She seems unimpressed, arching a well-groomed brow, “You’re in most of my classes at college, Jeon Jungkook.”

And really that’s when he feels like a complete asshole.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” He tries to place her - he tries so fucking hard - but he knows he doesn’t recognise her, and a worm of guilt starts niggling in the pit of his stomach.

She rolls her eyes and sits up, pressing a hand against her forehead and clicking her tongue, “Whatever. Just get out. Jerk.”

Jungkook feels bad. Seriously, he does.

But he can’t help but share her sentiment.

He scrambles out of bed, fishing around her bedroom floor for the jeans he so carelessly threw off, and the white shirt he’s sure is stained with something he’ll never be able to get rid of. He stumbles into the clothing and turns back towards the nameless woman glaring at him from underneath the covers.

“Do you hate me?”

She rolls her eyes, “Get out of my house, asshole.” He winces. He knows he deserves that.

“See you soon?” She shakes her head, and tugs a hand through her unruly hair, “Hopefully not.” Jungkook bolts out of there like his life depends on it but just as he pulls the front door open, somebody else blocks his way. And suddenly everything in the world shifts, and he feels as though his heart has just split open right down the middle.

Because standing in front of him, holding two bags of groceries, is an absolute angel.

Jungkook thinks - no he’s certain - she’s the most beautiful woman he’s seen in his entire life, and now he understands the songs, and the sonnets and the plays. This is what love at first sight is.

It has to be.

“Oh.” She laughs a little, “Hi.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, “Hi.”

“You must be Y/N’s guest.”

Y/N. So that’s her name.

“Uh… Yeah.”

Her cheeks flush brightly, “I’m Soomi, Y/N’s roommate.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N’s roommate. I’m Jungkook.”

When she giggles, Jungkook feels like he’s ascended into another plane of existence.

“Well it’s nice to meet you too.” Her eyes lower to his haphazardly buttoned shirt, “Under the circumstances.” Jungkook feels stupid and wonderful all at the same time, and just as he’s about to do something crazy - like ask for her number, or ask her to marry him, even - somebody clears their throat from behind him.

In a moment, Jungkook remembers exactly where he is. His heart drops.

Shit.

Y/N.

“I see you’ve met the asshole I slept with last night,” Y/N raises a brow and clicks her tongue, “You were just on your way out, Jungkook, weren’t you?”

“I… Uh… Yeah. On my way out.” Jungkook knows he has no right to feel dejected - after all he was the one who couldn’t remember Y/N’s name in the first place. But he’s sure Soomi might very well be the love of his life, and he can’t possibly just walk out like this, can he? But when he turns to face Soomi he notices she’s already stepped out of the way for him… And there’s really nothing more he can do.

“Well uh… It was nice to meet you Soomi,” He moves into the hallway and turns to give Y/N a half smile, “See you in class.”

“Like I said.” Y/N pulls a face, “Hopefully not.”

Soomi giggles again and he feels like he’s been shot straight through the heart, “Bye Jungkook!”

The door slams shut in his face, and the moment Jungkook is alone he notices how quickly his heart is racing. Oh god.

He’s in love.

He has to be.

“Jungkook. You’re being ridiculous.” Jungkook’s roommate Namjoon rolls his dark eyes, “She is not the “love of your life.” Stop being so dramatic, you sound like Jin.” Jungkook feels like his heart is about to burst. It’s been less than three hours since he met Soomi and all he can think about is the curve of her smile.

“No. I’m serious, Namjoon. C’mon, when have you ever known me to feel this way about a girl?”

Namjoon sets his mug of coffee to one side and clicks his tongue, “Never. I’ve never known you to feel this way about a girl. Which only further proves my point - you’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re just made of ice,” He comments bitterly, “I’m serious Namjoon. I’m in love.”

“Listen Jungkook you know I usually love to disagree with Namjoon,” This comes from Jungkook’s other roommate Taehyung who is slung across the couch lazily, “But I’ve got to say… This time he’s got a point. You sound like a crazy person.”

“If you saw her you’d know exactly what I mean.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes so hard Jungkook is surprised he doesn’t lose one to the back of his skull.

“It’s a girl Jungkook. A girl you met for all of twenty seconds.” “She was an angel.”

Taehyung giggles, “You’ve really got it bad huh?” “My heart hasn’t stopped pounding since I left her.” Jungkook feels himself deflate slightly, “I need to see her again.” “And how are you going to do that?” Taehyung raises a dark brow, “Surely you don’t have any classes with her, or you would’ve seen her by now.”

“No but… I have classes with Y/N.” Jungkook knows it’s a dumb suggestion.

But he can’t help it. He needs to see Soomi again.

“Y/N as in the girl who you slept with and who’s name you couldn’t remember?” Namjoon scoffs, “Even you can’t be dumb enough to think she’d help you out of the goodness of her heart.”

“No… Maybe not out of the goodness of her heart.” Jungkook agrees, carding a hand through his cherry red locks, “But I can figure out something she wants. Y’know… Mutually beneficial.”

“I hope you’re not talking about your penis,” Taehyung pulls a face.

“Have you not been listening for the past hour Taehyung? I am in love with Soomi - I’m not about to sleep with her roommate...Again. I’m a one woman man.”

Namjoon pushes himself to his feet, “Your only hope is that she’s in love with somebody else. Somebody you could potentially help her seduce.”

Jungkook stands too, “That’s brilliant.” “What about Hoseok?” Taehyung cocks his head to the side, “Everybody’s in love with Hoseok.”

“Do not drag Hoseok into this Jungkook.” Namjoon gives his friend a pointed look, “I’m serious. He’s still heartbroken over Alexa.”

“Alexis,” Taehyung corrects, “Why can’t you ever bother to get the names of our girlfriends right?”

As Namjoon and Taehyung argue over Namjoon’s inability to remember names correctly, Jungkook starts thinking of all the ways he can convince Y/N to help him with Soomi.

It’ll be a piece of cake.

Or so he hopes.

Monday morning rolls around and Jungkook spends practically every minute from the moment he leaves his dorm scouring the campus for Y/N. She isn’t in his first class of the day - or even the second. By his third class of the day he starts to wonder if maybe she’d confused him with someone else.

Maybe there’s another Jeon Jungkook on campus who sleeps with attractive women and forgets their name in the morning. Somebody else is stealing his game.

But then - like a vision from heaven - she walks into his political science class as if she isn’t the key to all his happiness. Her eyes flit across the lecture room and when they land on Jungkook she glares. He wants to sink back against himself but he refuses - instead he smiles widely and gestures for her to sit in the empty seat beside him.

She shakes her head as if he’s crazy (and to be honest, he might be) and instead moves towards the very back, sliding into a seat all on her own.

Jungkook grunts. He can’t really blame her.

Still. Does she really have to make things so difficult?

He grabs his books and shuffles over to where Y/N is sat, engrossed by something on her phone. When he looks closer he realises it's one of those pimple popping compilations on Youtube.

Gross.

Jungkook clears his throat and when she looks up her expression morphs from surprise into annoyance.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting beside my new friend,” He grins wider, “Y/N.”

Her eyes narrow into slits, “What do you want?”

“To make amends,” Jungkook answers immediately, “I kind of feel like an asshole.” “You should.” She gives him another look of annoyance, “But I’m also not stupid. You’ve got the hots for Soomi, haven’t you?”

Jungkook feels his stomach drop. Is he that obvious?

“Everyone has the hots for Soomi,” Y/N waves her hand noncommittally and gives him a once over, “Though not everyone has slept with her roommate.”

Jungkook winces. It’s clear Y/N despises him.

“Would it help if I said I was sorry?”

“For forgetting my name or for giving me the worst head of my life?” The insult sears him. Jungkook may be a little bit of a lady’s man but he’s always been determined to please his lovers. He wishes he could remember any part of their tryst (to prove her wrong, more than anything) but once again he draws a blank.

“I can make it up to you.” She raises a brow, “I highly doubt that.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to argue with her - before Y/N’s attention is stolen by the figure that has just walked through the double doors of their lecture room. Jungkook follows her gaze and smirks when he realises who she’s staring at.

“So you have the hots for Park Jimin then?”

Y/N’s eyes snap up to meet his and she seems flustered, “What?”

“You just looked at him like he rearranged the stars to spell your name,” Jungkook’s smirk widens, “You like him.”

Y/N looks ready to smack him across the face.

“Shut up.”

“I’m not wrong though, am I?” When her eyebrows dip into a scowl, Jungkook knows he’s won this battle. He leans towards her, conspiratorially.

“I know Jimin well.”

That’s kind of a bold statement (and kind of a lie.) Jungkook knows of Jimin. He’s on the same dance team as Taehyung and Hoseok - two of Jungkook’s closest friends. That’s enough of an in, isn’t it?

“No you don’t.” She mutters with a roll of her eyes, “I can see where you’re going with this.”

“No seriously. He’s best friends with Kim Taehyung,” Again a slight overstatement, but Jungkook doesn’t correct himself, “And Taehyung is like my brother. We grew up together.”

“So what? You help me out with Jimin and I have to do the same for Soomi?” She scoffs, “Soomi and I are best friends. I don’t want to lie to her.” “It wouldn’t be lying.” Jungkook’s voice pinches a little, “It’s just helping fate along.” “Fate?” Y/N’s expression morphs into one of disbelief, “Oh my god. You really do have the hots for her.” “If cupid himself descended to earth and shot me in the ass with an arrow, I’d feel exactly the same for her. Seriously.”

Y/N seems to contemplate the suggestion. Her eyes move to meet the back of Jimin’s head - where he’s sat in the front row - and she sighs heavily. Jungkook tries to read her face.

Is she softening up to the idea?

“Let’s say I agreed to help you.” Her voice is flat, “How can I be sure Soomi won’t just be another notch on your bedpost?”

Jungkook feels his chest constrict, “I resent that. Just because I have more experience than others doesn’t mean I’m an asshole. I don’t pursue women with the intentions of fucking them over.”

He won’t admit it but that assumption kind of pisses him off.

When Y/N is quiet a moment longer, Jungkook sighs and tugs a hand through his hair.

“If I do fuck her over…. Which I won’t. I give you full permission to start a rumour that my penis is the size of a cocktail sausage. I won’t even deny it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen and Jungkook notices (but doesn’t comment on) a red flush to her neck.

“Alright. Fine. I’ll help you out with Soomi, if you help me out with Jimin.”

Jungkook has to force himself not to punch the air in triumph. Instead he grins - nice and wide - and nudges Y/N playfully, “I think this is the start of a very beautiful friendship.”

She groans.

“I’m already regretting this.”

Jungkook sends Y/N a text message the next morning, bright and early. He doesn’t expect a response from her - he assumes she’s more of a night owl than an early bird - but then his phone pings in response and he has to say he’s a little surprised.

Jungkook: good mornin’ y/n… this is cupid calling

Y/N: y’know.. I knew giving you my number was a bad idea

Jungkook: oh c’mon don’t be like that, now that we’re friends you should definitely start warming up to me

Her reply takes a little longer but Jungkook isn’t worried. Despite what she feels towards him, Y/N thinks her only way to Jimin’s heart is through Jungkook. So she’ll just have to put up with it.

Y/N: I just puked in my mouth at the thought of warming up anywhere close to you. Gross

Jungkook smiles at her response.

Jungkook: I think you like me more than you're willing to admit. Anyway we need to get on with our…. Agreement. Want to come round this evening to discuss arrangements? I’ll even throw in some pizza and beer.

Y/N: I only like hawaiian.

Jungkook: Disgusting. You and Namjoon will get on fantastically then. Alright hawaiian it is.

He sends her his address and when she replies with the puking emoji he laughs despite himself.

Maybe she’s not all that bad.

“Pineapple on pizza is a cardinal sin.” Y/N glares at Jungkook as she tucks into her third slice, “Why are you hating?”

“I just - I don’t get it.”

Y/N had arrived at his apartment earlier that evening with a six pack of beer in what Jungkook had assumed was a begrudging olive branch. The two of them had spent the last hour discussing the delicate intricacies of mario kart, and Jungkook had found himself enjoying her company more and more.

He hated to admit it but she was kind of cool.

Only kind of, though.

“You don’t get it because your taste buds are subpar,” She moves her mouth into a small smile and Jungkook almost gasps at the gesture, “Hawaiian is the only acceptable way to eat pizza. Period.”

“Y’know you look much cuter when you smile,” He quips, watching as she chokes on the last piece of crust, “You should do it more often.” Her eyes narrow into a glare, “I smile at people who bother to remember my name.”

“I thought you’d forgiven me for that. I’m helping you out with Jimin aren’t I?”

Y/N laughs - and Jungkook is surprised at the warmth in her tone, “At a price. Or are you forgetting I’m setting you up with Soomi?”

“Which reminds me,” He scoots closer towards her, pushing the pizza box out of the way, “What’s our plan of action?” Y/N seems to pause for a moment, her eyes flicking nervously across his face as she tucks some of her hair behind her ear. Jungkook doesn’t comment on her sudden shift in behaviour, but he notices it.

Man. Girls are weird.

“I thought maybe… You could come over one night, to watch a movie or whatever. And you could ask Taehyung and Jimin to join, too.”

Jungkook nods emphatically, “That’s a good plan. Something intimate to really plant those seeds of love.”

Y/N laughs again and he notices the crinkles at the sides of her eyes when she does so. Weird. Why hasn’t he seen those before? Admittedly… It’s kind of adorable.

“Plant those seeds of love,” She pulls a face, “You really are a wordsmith, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Is it any wonder when my major is English lit?”

“Me too,” She cocks her head to one side, hair falling out from behind her ears, “Makes sense why you’re in most of my classes.”

Jungkook feels kind of (very) guilty as memories of their morning together are brought back.

“I really do feel like shit for not remembering you.” He rubs the back of his neck in that universal boy sign for awkwardness, and clicks his tongue, “I wish I had.”

She shrugs, her eyes darkening a moment as she looks away, “It’s alright. I’m kind of used to it to be honest. Always been more of a... Background kind of person.”

Jungkook clucks, like a mother hen disappointed at her chicks, “Hey don’t say that about yourself.”

When Y/N moves her eyes to meet with his own again, Jungkook notices she doesn’t seem angry or bitter. Just resigned.

“But it’s true,” She licks her bottom lip and smiles almost sadly, “Soomi’s always been the centre of attention everywhere we go. And I’ve known her… Forever, really. So it makes sense. Someone always has to take the back seat. I don’t mind it. Suits me just fine.”

Now Jungkook really feels like an asshole. When she was prickly, it was easy to shove everything under the carpet, and pretend that not knowing her name wasn’t sort of horrible.

But now she was being nice, it made everything a hundred times worse.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Really.”

She meets his gaze again and smiles - this time a little lighter, “Don’t worry about it. Now you know who I am… And you’ll never forget it. Not least because I’m the love of your life’s best friend.”

Jungkook feels kind of awful right now, but he knows that apologising again will probably only annoy her. He tucks his guilt somewhere into the back of his mind and smiles widely, trying to ease the mood.

“Right. And I’m the person who is going to help you snag the man of your dreams!”

She laughs at that, taking a final chug of her beer before setting the empty bottle to one side.

“Park Jimin here I come!”

“You’ve got a one way ticket to Bonetown and Jimin is flying first class!”

She laughs louder, this time snorting, “That makes no sense, but I’ll take it.”

They spend the rest of the evening hanging out in a way that feels strangely familiar, and it’s only when Y/N’s head begins to lull to one side that Jungkook realises it’s past three am. And as he orders her an uber home, and insists she takes the final slice of pizza for the journey home, Jungkook realises that Y/N is more than just kind of cute.

She’s kind of great.

Later on that week, as Jungkook fills Namjoon and Taehyung in on his progress with Y/N, the former seems less than impressed.

“This is only going to end badly.” Namjoon shakes his head, “Haven’t you ever seen a romantic comedy? Shit like this only ends in tears.”

Jungkook takes a swig from his beer and rolls his eyes, “Have you ever tried to be positive a single day in your life Namjoon? Y/N agreed to help me. It’s progress.”

“But you dragged me into it,” Taehyung seems unimpressed, “And I told you me and Jimin aren’t even that close.”

“Okay so I might have embellished slightly….”

“Slightly? You called us the best of friends,” Taehyung groans at his friend’s stupidity, “I’m not sure Jimin even knows what major I’m taking.”

“This is the most Jungkook problem of all time,” Namjoon guffaws at the situation, “How the hell are you going to sort this out.” “Tae - I just need you to convince Jimin to come on one date.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “I don’t know him that well, Kook. What exactly am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know but you once convinced your mom those nudes of you that got leaked senior year of high school were actually for an art project,” Jungkook pleads with his friend, “I know you can do this.” Taehyung laughs at the memory and pulls a face, “If he says no though, there’s not much else I can do.” “Fine. But at least try.”

Jungkook knows that the universe is working in his favour. It has to be. The moment he laid eyes on Soomi he knew he’d never be happy again without her.

“Alright Kook I’ll try. But I’m not making any promises.” Jungkook grins, “You’re the best.”

“I know I am,” He leans further back into the couch and grabs a slice of the pizza Namjoon ordered, surreptitiously picking off the pineapple, “Now what are you going to do about Y/N?” Jungkook raises a brow, “What do you mean?” “Well you described her as a she-demon,” Namjoon snorts, choking on some of his beer, “How exactly is that going to seduce Jimin?” “Remember everyone loves him,” Taehyung tacks on - less than helpfully - his smirk growing, “She’s going to have to get in line.” “Everyone does not love Jimin.”

Taehyung scoffs, “You’re kidding right? I once watched him turn down three girls in one night.”

“Yeah. This girl from my psych class says he’s still heart broken from his ex,” Namjoon seems to be enjoying Jungkook’s predicament a little too much, “Says he won’t even give anyone a chance.”

Jungkook refuses to let his friends’ pessimism get in the way of his elation. He’s one step closer to Soomi, and if Jimin thinks he can be the one to stand in his way he’s got another thing coming.

“I’ll make it work.” He answers with more confidence than he necessarily feels, “Besides, Y/N’s not that bad. In certain lights she might even be considered kind of… Cute. She’s just a little...brash.”

“Could her brashness towards you be due to the fact you forgot her name after an evening of vigorous love making?” Taehyung gives his friend a knowing look, “I mean that would probably even hurt you Jungkook. And you’re the master of not giving a fuck.”

“I apologised.” He says it like that should fix everything, but in the depths of his heart Jungkook knows forgetting her name was kind of (really) shitty, “Besides. If I really do set her up with Jimin and this all works out perfectly she’ll have a lot to thank me for. Might even forgive me.”

Taehyung laughs and Namjoon pulls a face.

“We live in hope.” “That we do Joon.” Jungkook grins, “That we do.”

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sanchosammy · 3 years

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Baby, I was going to tell you.

Description: You find out through a friend that your husband has taken another job with the guys. This leaves the two of you to have a very serious talk.

Warnings: Mention of Frankie’s drug problem. Cursing. Slight NSFW. Trouble with getting pregnant. Slightly angst, but made up with fluff.

Note: I did edit this while being very tipsy on a margarita...Yeah. I feel like this isn’t my best work, but it is a very cute story. (This does have Frankie and the reader actively trying to have children. If you’re not a fan of children, this won’t be for you. I just wanted to put that out there!)

Word Count: 4,373

Tonight was your turn to host dinner with your favorite neighbors. Jacob and Hannah, the first married couple you met who was tolerable to hang out with. That was considered a rare find in the marriage world. It was nearly three years back when you and Frankie officially tied the knot and afterwards you searched to find your forever home.

And you did four months after the wedding! A beautiful home to raise a future family. Since then the couple next door had been nothing but pleasant to the two of you. They’ve helped out whenever you needed a hand with a house project that turned out to be a little more than a four hand job, and the couple had attended nearly every party you’ve ever hosted. With that, Jacob and Frankie became close friends over the years. The two of them spending time in Jacob’s ‘man cave’ as he called it. A lame way to say they played pool and talked about who knows what on the weekends.

You didn’t mind though, in your mind it was healthy for him to have someone like that in his life. A friend outside of his old service buddies. Not that you didn’t love the men you’ve come to know, but he needed someone who could normalize his life a little.

It was a beautiful night. The sun setting in the distance as the summer sky remained bright. A soft warmness covering your skin from the perfect weather. The four of you sat at the table on the brick patio in your backyard. The string lights hung above you beautifully setting the mood for the evening, it was a small project you asked Frankie to do a month ago.

He loved to tease you about ‘overworking’ him since you’ve bought the house, but it was only jokes on his end. You knew he loved those projects. It was something to prove he was needed somewhere and you did everything possible to make sure he knew you couldn’t do it without him.

“The meal was delicious as always, (Y/N).” Hannah complimented as she wiped her mouth with a napkin, the plate in front of her now empty. Jacob chimed in an agreement as he complimented the taste of your well-known lasagna. It was a meal you continued to make for events throughout the years and it was always praised.

“Thank you,” You responded, a little flustered by the attention but nonetheless happy with everyone’s satisfaction from the meal. You loved to host these small dinners with friends. A part of you knew deep down this was used as a distraction, nothing but a small activity to keep you busy outside of work. Truthfully, you and Frankie had been trying to have a baby.

Sure, it was only four months into the attempt, but your disappointment had started to stick with you. The excitement running out slowly, and was replaced with a small flame of doubt left. Your doctor assured you that some women’s bodies take time after switching off from their birth control, but that didn’t stop the worry you carried each month that passed. Frankie had been so supportive throughout the whole process as he continued to promise you that the time will come when you become parents.

It was sweet of him. He tried so hard to make you happy and somehow always managed to bring back your smile. It reminded you of why you adored this man so much. You just wanted to be a mom… The mother of his children.

Frankie practically beamed with a look of pride beside you. His arm rested against the back of your chair as he placed a kiss on the side of your temple, his mouth still close to your ear as he commented “Thank you for dinner.”

You returned a soft kiss on his cheek in response with a quiet ‘you’re welcome’. No matter how many years passed, you still looked at him like a love-sick puppy and he looked at you the exact same way. His brown eyes softened whenever he looked at his beautiful wife. The only thing that made him feel complete in life.

You stood up collecting Frankie’s plate, that was before he swiped it from your hand casually while picking up yours as well from the table. “No baby, you cooked. Let me clean up.” He smiled as he started to collect the rest of the plates.

“Allow me,” Hannah chirped in as she picked up the side dishes before you could protest. A small tease came from her as she passed by. You were the type to do it all no matter what, and so Hannah liked to force you to relax once in a while. Both Frankie and her tended to bother you about taking on too much.

You watched the two of them head towards the house to put away the used dinner plates. Hannah talking to Frankie about the new window panels he put up.

Jacob was now standing with you, a small chuckle leaving him. “Your husband is going to kill my bank account. Everytime that woman sees something Frankie did in the yard, she wants to change something about ours.”

You couldn’t stop a small laugh. You grinned as you replied, “I’m sorry about that Jacob, I’m usually the one who put Frankie up to it.”

There was a small pause as Jacob looked at the kitchen window. Hannah kept Frankie in place as she talked about something in the house, that woman could talk forever. Jacob’s smile faded as his eyes came back to yours and his voice came out softer than before. “I know things are probably really rough right now, (Y/N). If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call me. No matter the time or day.”

You blinked at him. You had no idea what Jacob was on about, or what he was being so soft hearted for. Did Frankie tell him about the baby trouble? You didn’t think Frankie would spill such personal information. “What are you referring to?”

“Frankie told me about them calling him into deployment… I know that has to be really hard on you. He’s been putting on a brave face about the whole thing but I don’t think he’ll know how to function without you.”

You paused for a brief second and forced out a chuckle. “Frankie isn’t being deployed, Jacob.” He clearly had Francisco mixed with someone else. You would know if your own husband was being shipped off anywhere. Plus, Frankie said he was never going back to that life. He told you himself countless times. Though your smile faltered as you looked over Jacob’s face and the silence between the two of you became deafening.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Your question came out a little breathless, “Jacob, did Frankie tell you that himself?”

The new information hitting you like a freight train. You watched as the guilt on his face spread. You felt like you couldn’t breathe suddenly and you wanted to burst into tears on the spot.

As Frankie stepped out of the backdoor he saw you. He knew that look, and his movements slowed down. He hasn’t seen that look since the neighborhood cat you secretly fed was hit by a car and you cried for the rest of the week. That heartbroken look hardly showed up on your face and worry shot through him instantly.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” He asked as he came by your side. He noticed the look of remorse plastered on Jacob’s face. The mood in the air was now stiff, and the light from the summer sky was filled with darkness.

You turned towards him and your voice cracked as you asked “You’re being shipped off?”

He stiffened in front of you. He was going to tell you soon but he wanted you to have a few more days of bliss. This isn’t how he wanted you to find out though. Frankie knew you wouldn’t take this well, he had been married to you long enough to know how devastated you’d be hearing the information. He had planned to be sensitive about this as much as he could, and now here he was looking at the tears filling your eyes in front of him.

His shame now matched Jacob’s and that told you everything you needed to know.

“Baby, I was going to tell you.” His words fell short as you pushed past him. Not allowing him to finish his explanation. You couldn’t believe Frankie hid this from you, and told Jacob before you for that matter.

You weren’t deaf upon him calling your name behind you, but you didn’t want to see his face. You shut the backdoor behind you before rushing upstairs towards your shared bedroom. Tears finally surfacing as you let out a sob.

A few minutes passed by as you sat alone on the end of the bed. The bawling slowly died down into a quiet sniffle. You couldn’t believe your husband was leaving. The two of you had never spent time apart like this since you’ve started the relationship.

Frankie assured Jacob that it was alright after hearing him apologize for several minutes, but he was just attempting to be polite for his own sake. He had enough shit to deal with after tonight, and he didn’t want to add a fight with his neighbor on the list. Plus, he needed Jacob’s support for when he left. He needed to know there was someone there to help you while he was gone.

The house was silent when he entered through the backdoor. It became an unbearable reminder in his mind that you’d be alone in the silence while he was God knows where in the jungle. As he walked up the stairs he didn’t miss the sound of your quiet sniffling behind the shut bedroom door. His heart shattering with the confrontation of how he was hurting you.

His knuckles knocked on the wood. He didn’t want to push your boundaries by walking in when you were in a vulnerable position. The sound of you telling him to ‘Go away’ nearly made him wince.

A sigh escaped his lips as he rested his forehead against the door. He couldn’t stand the feeling of you being this upset with him. Your marriage wasn’t perfect by any means, but you had never shut him out like this. He called out keeping his voice gentle “Please let me in, (Y/N).”

There was a pause as he waited. You shuffled to the door and opened it without looking at him. You didn’t want to face him, but you couldn’t leave him outside the door like a kicked dog. You returned to your spot on the bed without a word.

Frankie awkwardly followed and placed himself next to you.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered. He couldn’t take it. He was the reason you looked this upset and that killed him inside.

“This is another thing with the guys, isn’t it?” You asked as you finally looked at him.

He nodded his head faintly. His eyes studied your expression and it was filled with disappointment. You brought your hands to your face trying to remain calm. Your relationship had always been filled with communication and you wanted to keep it that way.

“I’m just so…” You bit your lip feeling the tears coming back. “I’m so hurt. You didn’t even ask me, Frankie. Why would you do something this dangerous while we’re trying to have a baby? I thought you were finished with all of this when we got married.”

He found himself forcing back his own emotions. He wasn’t comfortable with crying; but as with everything in his life, it was different when it came to you. He hasn’t felt this kind of guilt since your second year of marriage, when you found out about his little cocaine problem he tried to hide from you. That was a war within itself that left the two of you crying on the floor a couple of times because you refused to let him spiral throughout his recovery.

He cleared his throat trying to push away the burn. “I know…” He wrapped his arms around you trying to soothe your shaking figure. “I was done… but Santigato needs a pilot, and I thought we could use the extra money for the baby. I thought I was doing the right thing for us.”

You were upset still, but his words melted your heart. That’s Frankie for you. He tried so hard to be the perfect husband. And he was in your eyes. He was such a good man and he did everything for you without a complaint, but he personally struggled to feel like he was enough. A part of you knew deep down Frankie had never forgiven himself for the cocaine situation he had put you through. He carried the guilt on his shoulders, no matter how many times you told him that it wasn’t something for him to feel guilty about. That never stopped Frankie from trying to do more to show his worth and love for you.

“Money isn’t worth your life.” You looked up at him. You noticed his eyes were glossed over before he kissed your temple to hide away his pain. He forced out a strained ‘I know’.

You knew that you could guilt Frankie out of this mission, but that seemed unfair to do to him. He wanted to do this because it would prove that he could provide, and that he was the husband he wanted to be. Could you really push down your own fears to allow your husband on some stupid operation so he can have self closure?

You let out a sigh. You shifted to hug him back and his arms tightened around you in response. You mumbled into his chest “... How long would you be gone?”

He stiffened in realization that you were considering letting him do this.

“I don’t know…A week or two.” His hand started to rub up and down your back. He knew this was stressful for you, and that’s why he was even more grateful that you were considering.

“Is it…” You wanted to ask if it was dangerous, but of course it was. Everything he did with them was dangerous. You silently recalled the stories he told you about the shit he did before you started dating. You take in a deep breath and change the question, “How risky?”

“I told Pope I wasn’t doing anything with active fire.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. At least he put down a ground rule. That didn’t change the fact that anything could go wrong though, and that’s what scared the hell out of you. It was hard to make a call on this when you were wrapped safely in his arms. His cologne surrounded you and brought peace like a favorite candle.

It dawned upon you. “Frankie, what about your pilot license?” You questioned, confused. He was still under review, he couldn’t legally fly anything right now. His chest vibrated as an uncomfortable chuckle came from him.

“It doesn’t really matter in this case… Will knows a guy.”

“Sounds legal.” You joked. He gave a half-hearted smirk at the comment.

You pulled back from his arms with a hesitant nod. He was surprised that you were giving him the green light to do this. His heart beat a little faster as it reminded him of another reason why he loved you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” You collected some air for a second. Forcing yourself to come with the terms that this was going to happen. “If you feel like this is something you need to do… Then I’m here to back you up.”

You blinked before suddenly his lips were on yours. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back and fall backwards on the bed. He was above you as he leaned away slightly, his chest pressing against yours with heavy breathes.

“I love you.” His brown eyes looked over your face. He studied every part of it. He had seen it so many times and somehow each time it managed to take his breath away. How did he land someone like you?

“I love you too, Frankie.” You smiled at him. Your hand reached up to run through his hair. You liked when he kept his hair long like this, and so he never cut it too short. He didn’t care either way since he covered it with a ball cap most of the time anyway.

You didn’t notice his hand started to explore further until your breath hitched. You weren’t sure when his hand slid under your dress, his fingers tracing the bottom of your panties causing you to freeze from the contact.

“Francisco.” You shivered from his touch, which only brought out that shit eating grin of his.

“What?” He played innocent before he started to press kisses in a trail down your neck. Pleased when he heard the soft moan that escaped your lips after he left a love-bite. He could feel himself practically drunk off your perfume alone. “I just want to show you how much I’ll miss you.”

You started to lean into his touch as his fingers pulled at the soft fabric. He lifted himself up to look at you again. The need in your eyes making him weak. You stopped him by his wrist and he paused immediately.

“What about Jacob and Hannah?” You blinked at the sudden memory of your neighbors downstairs. The last thing you needed was your friends hearing you moan from the upstairs window.

“Oh,” Frankie breathed out in relief. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea that you’re worried about the neighbors after everything that happened tonight. “I sent them home after you went inside, honey.”

“Dammit!” You cursed quietly. “I didn’t get a chance to give them dessert, I made cheesecake.”

You frowned at him a little regretful of how the night ended with them. He laid there propped up on his elbow admiring your beauty. He was so beyond whipped for you, and it was the best part of his life. His smile returned as he leaned forward pressing a soft kiss on your lips before he pulled back again.

“Too bad for them,” He commented and you watched him move to the spot between your legs. His hands busied themselves unbuttoning the sundress you wore as he looked back at you. Your cheeks flushed as you realized where he was going with this. “I found something else sweet to eat.”

He had only left a couple of days ago, but you missed him so much. The two of you had never spent more than a weekend apart. Plus, you had something important to tell him. Your hands nervously shake as you look at the white stick.

There it was in front of you… The little pink lines you’ve been praying to see. Tears pooled your eyes as emotion took over again. You were filled with an indescribable type of joy. You had no idea which night was the reason for this surprise because honestly your sex life with Frankie was a regular occurance. And now you had a new reason to be thankful for that.

You had taken the test a few hours before but it felt so unreal that you continued to come back and look again. You did a couple of them just to be sure, and everytime the pretty color appeared in front of your eyes. As happy as you were inside from the news, this only heightened the state of your anxiety because Frankie wasn’t home.

You weren’t even sure if you should tell him until he came back. A part of you was worried this would be a distraction that could throw him off, and you didn’t want him to have another thing to worry about at home.

Looking in the mirror as you placed the test back on the counter. The soft smile beautifully placed on your face. You wished Frankie was here to experience the moment with you. You imagined you’d be squeezed into a hug right about now.

You jumped as your cell phone brought you back to reality. The screen lit up from the spot on your bed waiting for you to pick up the call. An unrecognizable number from Brazil…. Frankie?

“Hello?” You questioned nervously.

“Hey, it’s me.” Frankie’s voice was on the other end. You relaxed at the sound. He was safe right now.

“Hey! How’re you holding up?” You asked.

“Uh,” He let out a small huff before he continued. “Everything is planned out… Which means you might not hear from me for a few days.”

“Yeah, I figured so.”

You knew this part was coming, he told you in advance. Once everything was sorted out that means he’d be out of service until they’re back on their way home. That didn’t stop the small pit of sadness from washing over you.

. It was going to be difficult to not know if he was alive for several days.

“Hey, hey,” He called out softly into the phone trying to bring back your attention to him. He knows how easy it is to spiral into every ‘what if’ possible. “I know what you’re doing. It’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

You listened with the phone pressed against your ear. The sound of him shuffling away from what sounded like the guys in the background. He continued talking in a hushed tone for privacy, “This will be good for us… Money for the future baby, right?”

It was an attempt to cheer you up and keep your spirits high about the whole ordeal. Your view shifted back to the bathroom as you let out a shaky breath. You wanted to tell him now, it seemed impossible to keep him out of the loop for several days. What if Frankie died never knowing? The thought made you feel sick.

“Actually, I…” You stuttered out. You paused as your mind raced between the idea of not telling him and spilling out the truth right now. No, no, you couldn’t hold this in. You had to tell him in case anything happened. Consider it encouragement to come home.

“Francisco?”

“Yeah? I’m here, baby.” He waited patiently as there was a small pause on your end. His nerves started to feel uneasy by your sudden hesitation. His own what ifs started to float around his brain.

“I’m pregnant.” You say it in one motion. Not rushed, but quick.

His eyebrows scrunched together and he stood still in the room alone for a moment. His mind trying to process what you just told him through the phone. He heard the words clearly, but his brain wouldn’t connect them together.

“What?” He asked dumbfounded.

“Frankie, I’m pregnant. The test was positive.”

His breath hitched and his heart stopped, “Wait, really?”. The two of you talked about becoming parents for so long, and he tried to be encouraging the past few months. It seemed unreal to finally hear the words out loud. “I-... This is… We’re going to be parents.”

“Yeah,” Your voice broke, but you were filled to the brim with happiness. “We’re going to be parents, Frankie.”

You heard it, and you almost didn’t believe your ears. There was a sob on the other end of the phone. He tried to hold it in as he covered his mouth with his hand, a couple of tears falling down his face in the process. Frankie hardly cried like this. It was the type of cry that comes from the bottom of someone’s soul and it only surfaced if somebody died or a fucking mirale happened to you.

“Francisco?”

“I’m here, baby.” He repeated the words he used earlier. This time his voice strained from emotion. He wiped his face with his hand trying to collect himself before he had to return back to his friends. “I’m just overwhelmed… In the best way possible. Fuck, we’re going to be parents!”

You let out a small laugh trying to stop your own crying. “I’m so happy, I can’t wait for you to come home.”

He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before replying, his voice leveled out now “Let’s celebrate when I come home. Whatever you want to do, I’ll do it. What about that restaurant you’re always talking about, baby?”

You snorted. “Frankie, you hate that place.”

It was true… It was overpriced and he didn’t think the food was worth the forty minute drive, but that didn’t matter to him. He just wanted to spoil you for everything you’ve done. You allowed him to come on this stupid operation in the first place, and now you’re pregnant with his child.

“It doesn’t matter, I know you love their fettuccine alfredo.”

“Frankie Morales, you know my weakness.” You hummed into the phone.

He chuckled in response before replying “How do you think you got pregnant in the first place, sweetheart?”

You burst into laughter “You’re terrible for that.”

His laughing was cut short as someone walked in the room. You heard them mumble out ‘we have to go’ before Frankie replied an okay back.

“I have to go, mi amor.”

The nervousness returned as you were forced to remember this was it for now. You weren’t going to hear from him for a couple of days and you’d have to hope everything went smoothly on his end. “Be careful, please?”

“Of course. I’ll be home in a few days, okay?” He said the words like a promise rather than a reassurance. “Don’t stress yourself out over this, and take care of yourself until I come back. I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Francisco.”

The phone clicked and the call ended. He had such a new fire in him now. His heart pounding in his chest was only a reminder that he lived another day to be needed. His focus was now on coming home in one piece. He had a wife and kid on the way, and nothing would stop him from coming home to you.

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A desert of his own

Summary: Shepard dreams of a dead planet. Irikah tells Kolyat a myth of creation. And Thane sees a desert.

Note: I wrote this many years ago. Posted it here when I was galifreyas, so the original post is lost. This is still up @ my much abandoned AO3.

Let us start with a planet that has been dead for centuries. Let us tell some fictions and some realities about it. It is up to you to believe which ones are true.

What about a woman who dreams of the deserts of Rakhana? Deserts carpeted with purple weeds that are inhabited by silvery lizards she has named the afa’el. In her dreams, the afa’el sing – no, that’s not what they do, the old melodies once sung by burning stars echo in them. Sometimes it sounds like they are humming and others, they appear to be reproducing three songs at once. She watches the ira, cactus-like succulents, glowing in announcement of the dawn of a new season as the cavernous voices of an ancient creature or a sinking sun make their way across the planet, from afa’el to afa’el and finally they reach her. She hears and understands their wordless mellow stories.

They tell her of the Endu, the biggest flower to ever exist in any world, which according to legend had bloomed in an unforgiving desert and was encountered by a group of nomads who sought it as a symbol of Arashu and built the biggest civilization around it.

She learns of how Rakhana came to be. How it was once a frozen egg, drifting away in the Sea of Stars, and how a maiden made of gold nourished it back to life.

The woman, whose name is Shepard, visits the great desert of Alasere religiously. She enjoys standing there, sinking her feet in a golden ocean, listening to the afa’el murmur words in Rakhani long forgotten.

She learns of fihanda, which roughly translates to the guilt a child feels when they recognize dishonesty in their parents or in an older authority figure. There is amuefto, the gift of finding beauty in a person and seeing it reflected in their faces, regardless of their looks. Taverena, an expression of gratitude only used when someone has made a true impact one’s life, making it out of the ordinary. And then, tah-sehe.

“I will miss you, Shepard. Tah-sehe,” had been the last thing she heard from Thane’s lips before he left the Normandy. For a while, she whispered tah-sehe to herself while embracing the mundane. It would fill the room in the form of a silly melody muttered while she watched the rain pour; or as a gurgling sound while she took a shower. It was imprinted on her mind. It isn’t until the afa’el sing morosely about the last chapter in their planet’s history, that she discovers tah-sehe is not a word to be said lightly.

She comes to understand why Thane, who turns the simplest of sentences into splendid verses, had felt it necessary to utter that word – because I will miss you was but a fragment of what he wished to convey. Tah-sehe meant more than to miss someone; it was a profound emotional state of infinite yearning, of not being able to experience life to the fullest, of having lost the most significant part of oneself. The concept originated during the great exodus of the 1980s, as the first generations of drell settled in Kahje carried the name of the tah’sehen, the ones who dwell in what’s lost.

It didn’t matter whether those were dreams weaved by longing. Tah’sehe migrated from her head to her heart.

During the days, as the Vancouver rain attempts to wash away her dreams, she convinces herself that if she can capture at least a fraction of the beauty of the deserts she wanders in and if she can translate it into a form, any form, the dormant planet of Rakhana will be awaken.

For a while, Shepard considers writing about every beast, plant and insect she has come across in her journeys but she has never been one to confuse her desires with her abilities. Writing, just like dancing, does not come naturally to her. And while she is a gifted saxophone player, she was never much of a composer. Yet, she tries.

Thane had caught her once practicing one of her unpolished pieces, one she referred to as “if calluses were a song, this would be it.” He had asked her to play it for him. She knew he’d listen, he’d truly listen, and not just that…he’d remember.

“Ugliness is abundant in this galaxy. Let’s not add up to it.” She said, putting down her sax.

“When you play, I hear a reminder of beauty and laughter and life. What you do is extraordinary, siha. To transform the dreadful slices of the universe, its eruptions and its vast darkness into a stream of ecstatic sounds, a blast of playful rhythms. You create things when there is but destruction around you. There is value in that. I hope you see it someday.”

Encouraged by his words, she composes a few songs that don’t come to even faintly remind her of the fierce and dry winds scattered across the planet. She can’t feel its vibrant colors in her slow and melancholic tunes, as they are permeated by the city she sees through her window and a sky that won’t stop weeping.

That is when she starts making terrariums resembling the deserts she visits. She thinks, if she is ever lucky enough to see Thane again, she’ll hand him a desert of his own. She can still hear him:

“I would much like to see a desert.”

* * *

After Kolyat leaves Huerta Memorial, so does Thane. He sees him walk away in a pristine white hallway and at the same time, a young Kolyat attempts to step on his father’s footprints. He can smell salt and iron and antiseptics and detergent, and hear machines beeping and waves crashing. Kolyat is saying something, he wants to be heard, but what might have been the most important words ever spoken are drowned by the roaring of the sea. He just stares at him and waits for his father to react and after a pause, disappointment is written all over his face. Thane asks him to hurry up and a young Kolyat walks reluctantly towards him, this time ignoring the trail of footprints left by his father.

He wishes his recollections were malleable, he often hears of humans enriching their past with fictions; or of conflicts among them springing from a poor recollection of events. But a drell’s memories are unforgiving –they can, on occasion, overlap with reality–but never be rewritten.

His mind takes him to that same evening, after Kolyat asked him to dance with him but he refused, as he was getting ready to go to work. He doesn’t see blighted hope but despondency in his child. Kolyat still wishes him a pleasant journey, as he always does, and runs to his room. He should have kissed his forehead. He should have made him feel like he was the brightest sun in the Zahel Sea cluster, the most vital spring of energy in his life.

As he is lacing up his shoes, he hears Irikah’s voice. Whenever she puts Kolyat to bed, her voice is soft and gentle. Like most nights, she is telling him a story. Irikah was always the better storyteller. Irikah was always the better everything.

“Now as everybody knows, the Land of Whistling Dunes was the child of a maiden made of gold, whose heart’s one desire was to drink from the Sea of Stars” says Irikah.

“The Milky Way” Kolyat mouths the words as his mother speaks them.

Irikah nods gently before continuing her story:

“The maiden, who shoned in silence in the skies, knew her womb was barren for a blazing flame lived inside of her. She watched the ages pass and her younger sisters descend to the Sea and drink from its starry tides; and one by one, they all bore and gave birth to the Sea’s children. And as eons passed, the children danced around their mothers; and the mothers swayed gently in the Sea.

The maiden, lonely and scorching, continued to long for the Sea’s kiss, until the day all eyes turned to the death of her older sister, whose cries of pain were carried by the waves, scattering them across the galaxy. And with her passing, her children came to perish too. It was then the maiden dove into the Sea of Stars and gulped its darkness greedily, for she desired children of her own.

The waves whipped her mercilessly as punishment for her insolence, tearing her flesh open. But the maiden didn’t yield; she drank until no more fire dripped from her mouth, she drank until the tides had dragged her sisters and nieces and she had swallowed them whole, she drank until the radiant sea was almost pitch-black.”

Irikah pauses. Something is happening.

Thane hears a gasp that doesn’t fit in their house, it doesn’t belong in the past. A horrified gasp. He recognizes the padding of shoe soles brushing against the floor and the sharp rhythmic piercing sounds of heels. There are many of them. Nurses, patients, visitors, doctors. They’re gathering near him. A man raises his voice, demanding everyone to be quiet. Another voice protests, only to be followed by Doctor Michel shushing the crowd and asking someone to turn down their hand terminal’s sound, so everyone can listen to the same thing.

Then, Irikah’s narration comes to him in long, heavy echoes.

He wants to be home as much as he wants to discover what is happening around his body. He can feel reality piercing its way through, the white pristine light of Huerta Memorial filtering through a crack in the wall he always meant to fix. Another voice slides in, distant and resonant, and he can’t make out what it says. He ignores it. He needs to hear the end of Irikah’s tale. That memory must remain unspoiled, uninterrupted. It’s the last story he ever hears her tell.

He hangs onto it; everything else must wait just a little longer.

“The Sea, heartbroken after witnessing the death of so many of his kin, felt conflicted as he desired retribution but didn’t wish to feel emptiness any further. He then presented the maiden with a choice: he would spare her life if she looked after an egg that had lost its guardian centuries ago; and if she was able to give life to a daughter who existed suspended in a shell of ice and yearned to see the light, her crimes would be forgiven. As the maiden accepted his offer, the pale egg rose up out of the sea. She held it tight, keeping it warm until the day it hatched and came to love it. And so, a winged silvery lizard was born. Her name was Rakhana.”

“Reports are coming in from the cities of London, Seoul and Vancouv—“

She is almost done. Let her finish.

“It’s said that Rakhana’s mother could not stand her daughter flying far away from her, for she was terrified that her only companion would abandon her. So Rakhana, who very much loved her mother and wished to make her proud, danced near her despite the sultriness she felt around her. Eventually, her entire body blushed with red desert flowers and her skin blistered and turned hot and dry. The lizard curled up and fell into a deep slumber as her skin turned to soil; and her breath became wind; and from her backbone a mountain range was born; and while she gave life to many, she failed to save them from the maiden’s fire. And so, Rakhana’s body continued dancing around her mother and her mother swayed gen...”

He sees a large group of people gathered a few feet away from where he is sitting. It takes him a moment to put together the pieces of the situation, of what it is being broadcasted through every terminal, of why Doctor Michel is shaking while she buries her face in her hands.

A myth of creation is replaced by news of destruction.

* * *

Thane always enjoyed looking at her fish. Once more, he sees them travel with glee from one side of the tank to the other. He used to feed them whenever she forgot, which was more often than she would care to admit. Half a lifetime ago.

He presses one of his fingertips against the fish tank’s glass and draws small invisible circles. A Thessian Sunfish follows his finger, even when he begins to trace unpredictable shapes. Shepard can’t see his face but she likes to think he’s grinning, greeting his old friends.

From all the stories and words that spun inside her head, tah-sehe is the only one she has felt pounding violently inside her. She wonders, even if she doesn’t know its true meaning, if perhaps there’s a word that encases an opposite feeling, the sensation of her chest being cluttered with emotions; and the impulse she is struggling to oppress, of talking about everything at once, the things she has seen and done and felt. And on the same time, she doesn’t want to talk at all, she wants to reach out and touch and caress and experience.

So, she asks.

“Is there a word in Rakhani for…this? Say…what you feel when you are reunited with someone? Like you with the fish right now.”

Thane turns around slowly; his hands are behind his back. The hint of a smile turns the corners of his mouth.

“I believe the closest word is sehifa. Even though I wouldn’t use it to describe my reunion with the fish. Is there a similar word in human language?”

“I don’t know if there’s a word for it in one of the human languages, but there isn’t one in English. At least the translator didn’t find an equivalent.”

“Ah. I see. Sehifa is a hard concept to condense into a single word. Perhaps it can be defined as the dusk of missing someone. Although it means more than that. It also refers to what you feel and what you do when you are reunited. The emotional closeness that is rekindled. Perhaps even physical intimacy. The warmth you feel in your chest. And what is exchanged. A memento or a present perhaps. Even the stories that your loved one wished to tell you for a long time, when they are finally said out loud and heard by the person who was meant to hear them. How each action or touch is meaningful.”

The dusk of missing someone. That’s it. That’s what it is.

Her cheeks feel warm and her heart full. She smiles the brightest of smiles and starts to laugh. It is a deep, explosive burst of laughter. The sort that seems to pour out like liquid gold to illuminate an entire room.

When Shepard runs out of laughter, she holds his gaze:

“I have something for you. A memento or a present or something of sorts.” She disappears for a couple of seconds and emerges from the bathroom holding something round made of crystal, around the same size as a fishbowl. “Remember what you told me? About creating? It’s funny. All this time I believed all I could ever make were bad songs. But in truth, there were worlds I could create. I can’t really share them with you, not with words at least, so I made a thing. It’s not really finished and it’s not as pretty as what it looked in my dreams but reality rarely pairs up with your expectations, right? I wanted to work on it for a while longer but, after what you just said, I just can’t wait anymore. Here.”

She shakes her head and hands it to him.

Thane holds it up.

It’s a terrarium.

She had created a harmonic ecosystem, filled with lively-colored succulents and cacti, each of them she handpicked herself to resemble the desert of Alasere. She knows that Rakhana will remain arid and dormant; and the worlds that live inside of her aren’t supposed to be more than just dreams. Yet, somehow, Thane is holding a slice of one of them between his hands. One of the things he wished he could see with his own eyes has come to him. In a way, a dream they dreamt of together became real.

He puts the terrarium down with care, next to her terminal, and he reaches over and cups her cheeks with both hands. He calls her by her first name, as he rarely does. He leans down and presses his forehead against hers. He smiles a very rare smile. He is somehow doing it with his entire face. His eyes are deep pools of bliss and warmth and tenderness.

“A desert” he says. She can even hear the smile in his voice.

She nods calmly. He knows Shepard is good at locking her nostalgia away behind more curtains than just her eyelids, but right then, her voice breaks.

“I really wanted you to see that desert, Thane.”

He utters a word in Rakhani used to convey a specific form of gratitude. And while taverena escapes from his lips, Shepard hears him say:

“Thank you for giving me the extraordinary.”

#thane krios #shrios #thane x shepard #kolyat krios #irikah krios #mass effect #i wrote this 4728473 years ago and i’d change some things now after playing mele but i’m going to leave it as it is #also while i had a lot of shrios feelings when i wrote this #i just wanted to make up a few words!#long post #galifreyas writes

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mamaspresley · 4 years

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restore the feeling | rafe cameron

a/n: so i watched “big time adolescence” last night because i’m a whore for pete davidson and honestly i don’t know how tf that inspired this but here you go

word count: 3.1k+

pairing(s): rafe x reader

warning(s): mentions of cheating, angst, a break up, post-sarah’s death but let’s pretend rafe isn’t a murder, some smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

“just go back inside, rafe!”

“what did i do? tell me, y/n!” rafe was yelling as loud as you’d ever heard him yell, throwing his hands in the air as he stared back at you. he had his eyebrows raised, looking on at you like he was expecting you to apologize for his actions. “fucking tell me!”

“friday night, kelce’s house. does that ring any bells, rafe?”

the boy scoffed, giving a laugh of incredulity before shaking his head. he brought his hands to tug at his hair as he had mumbled, “you gotta be fucking kidding me.” rafe looked up at you, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours. “did topper tell you?”

“it doesn’t matter if topper told me,” you spat, crossing your arms over your chest. “what matters is that you’re throwing this two year relationship out the window for some quick fuck the one night i couldn’t make it to one of your dumb parties.”

“i didn’t fuck her!” he cried, widening his eyes, and if it weren’t for the fact that you’d seen him do a line only minutes earlier you would’ve sworn your boyfriend was crying due to the red rims of his irises. “who are you gonna believe? your boyfriend of two years, or topper, some guy that you’ve never even liked and only talk to because he’s my friend?”

“right now i’m opting for the last one.”

“you can’t be serious.” rafe let out another laugh, shaking his head as he dropped a hand to his hip, the other pulling at the end of his hair. he took a few steps back, breathing heavily before raising his gaze to the night sky, scoffing. “i can’t do anything right for you,” he said, looking back at you, “can i?”

furrowing your eyebrows, confused as to where the conversation was headed, you asked, “what?”

“you’re never fucking satisfied, are you y/n?” rafe stared at you with expectancy, waiting for you to answer. when you didn’t, rafe gave another sarcastic laugh and continued. “you want the perfect boyfriend, the perfect life. and you got that for a while, but as soon as one little thing falls out of line or there’s some sort of minor inconvenience, you get scared and chicken out.”

softly, ignoring the boy’s claims, you shook your head and mumbled, “you cheated on me, rafe.”

“yeah, i did, y/n!” he’d screamed, and the sudden outburst made you take a singular step back. rafe’s face was beet red, hands shaking as he clenched them into fists at his sides. “i fucked her, is that what you want to hear? i fucked her because while you were off throwing a fucking pity party, i was dealing with the death of my sister. and i’m sorry that i did it but fuck, you didn’t give a shit about me! i needed you, y/n! my sister died and you decided you didn’t want the extra stress of comforting me, so i fucked her. and i’m sorry. but what the fuck else was i supposed to do?”

you had fallen silent from the moment he began speaking, and you didn’t speak a word until he had given up and was retreating back inside. before he could get more than ten feet away, you shouted, “so we’re done then?”

rafe paused, his body going rigid at your words. he hated to admit it, you knew he did because so did you, but he knew that you’d been done long before that night. for three weeks, your relationship had been over, but neither of you wanted to say it.

and now he had the chance. so he took it.

“yeah.” the words fell past his lips way easier than either of you expected them to. “i guess we’re done.”

***

it was when you rolled over and grabbed your phone off your nightstand, seeing the lack of a good morning text, that you realized this was real. this was actually happening. for the first time in two years, you weren’t rafe’s girlfriend, and you didn’t know what to do.

getting up and ready for the day was probably a good start. after showering and eating breakfast, you got changed, only to realize that the sweater you wanted to wear wasn’t in your closet. or the dirty laundry basket. it was at rafe’s, where most of your belongings were, as well, seeing as you practically lived at your boyfriend’s for the past year — save for the last three weeks.

you felt empty as you brushed your teeth, as you washed your hair and as you poured your cereal. there was a hole in your heart that you knew could only be filled by a certain person, the same person who took residence in your thoughts and who you impatiently awaited a text from all day. it wasn’t for a few more days — four, to be specific — that your phone gave off the long awaited buzz of a text message from him. you had practically lunged at the device once you heard his customized vibration echo off the glass coffee table, and you opened the text immediately.

rafe: you want ur shit or ???

you had frowned, reading the message. it’s not like you expected anything else, really, but the words stung as you read them over and over. did he seriously want you gone that bad? you knew that his hoodie accompanying your closet didn’t bother you too much, but maybe he didn’t feel the same way. or maybe you were reading too much into it — but how could you not? he’d been your world for the past two years, and for it all to change so suddenly, you’d be crazy not to be a little heartbroken over his lack of empathy. your shit. he wasn’t even referring to your things with respect. shit. maybe he didn’t care after all.

you: when can i come by and grab it?

your hands shook as you drove the familiar road to his house. fingers gripped tightly around the steering wheel, so tight your knuckles were white by the time you pulled into his driveway. a shaky breath left your parted lips when you put your car in park, and when you made the walk up to his front door. your knuckles ached as you rapped on the door, and you released and squeezed your fingers in both hands before the door swung open.

he looked fine. same slicked back hair, same dull expression with the slightly raised eyebrows, same hoodie and shorts with the sneakers that he bounced on the toes of when he became uncomfortable — which was as soon as he laid eyes on you. because you did not look fine. you looked like shit, and he knew you felt it, too. you were just worse at hiding it.

“hey.” you don’t know why, but when he muttered the singular word, you had the overwhelming urge to punch him straight in the jaw. how could he just say ‘hey’ like everything was okay?

“hi,” you answered through gritted teeth. you watched as rafe swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he chewed on his lower lip. the boy opened the door wider for you and you stepped inside, ignoring the tears pricking at your eyes when they landed on the portrait hanging from the wall to your left.

“upstairs,” he mumbled, a weak attempt to drag your attention away from the picture, but it worked quite well as you followed him up the spiral staircase. the longer you’d look at that picture, the last family photo they all had together, you knew you were closer and closer to tears. and breaking down in the middle of your ex boyfriend’s house, your sobs inevitably echoing off the walls of the foyer for the rest of the family to hear, was not something you wanted to do at that moment.

“i put your things in a bag,” rafe mumbled, nodding to the old duffel bag sitting in the middle of his floor. it was his old soccer one, his last name and number written on the side. rafe’s bedroom was messy, like it always had been, but it was different this time. like he had purposely avoided cleaning, like he wanted it to be a mess. like he had taken clothes out just to throw them on the floor. you didn’t say anything, just grabbed the duffel bag in silence and slipped it over your shoulder.

“thanks.”

“i’m not sorry, you know,” rafe blurted. you weren’t moving, but if you were, you were sure you’d have stopped in your tracks. his confession was… out of the blue, unprovoked, and it had you catching your breath in your throat as you looked up at him. “like, i am. for sleeping with her. but… you fucked up, too. and i have to tell myself i wasn’t the only reason we broke up. and i realized that—that i want you to know that, too. i needed you to hear me say that.”

you weren’t sure what to say. you’d spent the last four days reflecting, arguing with yourself about the whole situation. what had really happened that night at the party? you’d never know because you weren’t there, but that was really what this whole thing was about. you weren’t there. rafe made an excellent point, which is why you nodded and said, “i know,” because you did know. you knew that part of this was your fault, that you weren’t there for rafe from the moment you’d heard the news of sarah’s wreck because you were too busy mourning yourself. and sure, you had a right to feel grief because you knew the girl, but not nearly as well as rafe did. he’d lost his sister, and you were selfish in the fact that you didn’t even bother to check up on him. you’d gone three whole weeks without speaking to your boyfriend, the hardest three weeks of his life not to mention, so it could be argued that you were the one to blame.

“wait— what do you mean, you know?” rafe’s worrisome tone had you snapping back to reality as you met his glossy eyes. don’t start crying. you hated seeing rafe cry—it made you cry and that was the last thing you wanted right now.

“i’m sorry i fucked up.” your eyes met rafe’s, the unfamiliar white of his eyes contrasting against the usual red of them, and it felt strange but your lips curled into a small, comforting smile. “i love you, rafe.”

“i love you too,” he mumbled, the crease in his eyebrows becoming evident as his gaze dropped to his feet.

the sound of the duffel bag falling to the floor had rafe lifting his eyes back up to yours, and he watched, motionless, as you took a few steps towards the boy before throwing your arms around his neck. he didn’t move, in fact he stood completely frozen, as you buried your face in his neck. it wasn’t until he felt your arms slowly give way that he wrapped his own around your waist, and then you tightened your hold on him reassuringly.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t there for you,” you found yourself whispering as you rested your chin on his shoulder, eyes closed as you felt him hold you securely in a hug that would never fail to give you butterflies.

rafe breathed in through his nose before letting his lips fall over the shell of your ear, whispering, “it’s okay. i just… needed you.”

“i’m here now.”

“i know you are.” one of rafe’s hands slid up your back, finding the back of your neck as you stood down from your tiptoes, letting your hands fall to rest on his shoulders. he stroked your cheek with his thumb lightly, his beautiful blue eyes studying your face. after a moment of drinking you in, rafe leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips — one that you accepted graciously — and then pulled away.

“tell me what you need. time? space?” your hands slid up to the sides of his face, cupping him gently as you darted your eyes between each of his. rafe looked at you, standing up straight and dropping his hands to your waist.

“you already gave me enough time,” he whispered, licking his lips as he furrowed his eyebrows. “i don’t think that would do us any good.”

“tell me what you need, baby.”

“you,” he mumbled, lifting his gaze to meet yours once again, and you nodded before standing on your toes and connecting your lips. rafe, wrapping his arms to fit so perfectly around your waist, deepened the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip before darting his tongue out to run along it. you granted him access, parting your lips as rafe slowly began to walk you backwards until you fell onto his mattress. “i need you so bad, y/n.”

rafe didn’t give you any time to respond, instead pulling your shorts and panties down, along with his own boxers, and sinking into you. the sudden contact, one that you’d been undeniably missing for weeks now, had your stomach in knots and your head falling back.

“fuck,” you gasped, feeling his thick cock fill you up, and you made a mental note to curse the boy later for not working you up beforehand — you could barely fit him anyways, but without foreplay it was a different level of uncomfortable.

“holy shit, you’re so tight.” rafe let out a low groan, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his jaw when he bottomed out, and your nails found home in the skin of his back, underneath his shirt, before scraping down it.

thankfully you quickly became used to his size, and not even a minute had passed before you were close to your orgasm. the lack of sexual contact and the ever growing frustration pent up inside you must’ve really taken a toll — it was the same with rafe, his dick was throbbing, the coil wound tight in his abdomen, ready to snap.

“baby i’m gonna cum,” he said in a string of words, almost incoherently as he moaned, snapping his hips back before burying deeper inside you. “baby, baby please. holy shit.”

one last thrust into you and you were seeing stars, your walls squeezing around him, and rafe pulled out of you quickly before wrapping a hand around his dick and pumping it at a fast pace. his cum shot all over your hoodie and his bedsheets, warm and sticky and inevitably difficult to get out of the fabric, but that was the least of rafe’s problems. you watched as he came, his lips parting and eyes rolling to the back of his head while his hips stuttered. the moans that left his lips were whiny, almost whimpers as he mumbled your name a few times before catching his breath.

once you were both down from your highs, rafe helped pull your bottoms up along with his before standing up and running a hand through his hair. you sat on the edge of his bed and stripped from your hoodie, which was covered in rafe’s cum, and looked up at him. he was out of breath, chest rising and falling heavily and his face was flushed pink. rafe licked his lips, glancing up at you as you stated, “i forgot how much i love it when you cum.”

at your surprising words, rafe raised his eyebrows before laughing a little, one hand on the back of his neck with the other on his hip. neither of you said anything for a while, just stared at each other, before you cleared your throat and stood up, tossing your hoodie in his basket of laundry.

“take one of mine,” he mumbled, nodding to his closet and you made your way over, leafing through the hoodies before finding a particular one, one that you’d been searching for just the other day.

turning around with your favourite sweater in hand, you looked at rafe with a smile and said, “you kept my hoodie?”

rafe became nervous, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink and his body going rigid as he scoffed, shaking his head. “no. i just, uh, forgot to put it in the bag. you can take that one back. i, um—”

you hung it back up in the closet and took a different one, this one actually being rafe’s, and slipped it over your head. “i think i’ll take this one.” you lifted your hair from out of it, smiling up at him as you adjusted the sleeves.

“always look so good in my clothes,” he mumbled, his eyes graciously dancing over your body. when he met your eyes, which were squinted from the wide smile you sported, rafe let out a sigh. “i’m sorry.”

you nodded, still keeping the smile on your lips. “me too, baby.”

you were halfway down the stairs, the handle of rafe’s old soccer bag hanging from your shoulder, when you heard your name being called. at first you thought it could be rafe again, emerging from his bedroom after he’d previously just told you that he’d call you tomorrow. but it wasn’t rafe, it was wheezie, and she was offering you a smile as she closed her bedroom door and made her way to you.

“hey,” you said, almost as softly as the smile you gave the girl when she made it to the landing of the stairs, where you stood. “how are you doing, little one?”

instead of answering, wheezie threw her arms around you. she held onto you in a tightening hug, like she was afraid to let go, and you had no choice but to return it. you wanted to. you loved wheezie more than life itself.

“i’m sorry,” wheezie mumbled, and you almost wondered if you’d heard her right, before she pulled away to look at you with sympathetic eyes. “i don’t know what he did but you put up with a lot of the things he does so it must be pretty bad.”

you shrugged, leaning one hand back on the railing to steady yourself. “your brother... he messed up. but so did i. relationships are complicated, wheeze. don’t do it.”

the thirteen year old laughed. “rafe is stupid and you deserve better. but i’m a little bit selfish because i’m really glad you settled for him.”

smiling, you raised a hand to cup the younger girl’s cheek. “thanks, wheezie,” you whispered the next part, “i’m not leaving for good. you know your brother can’t survive without me for long.”

“i’ll be surprised if he makes it till you get to your car,” she mumbled, and you let out a giggle as you gave the girl who you called family another hug. as you placed a kiss to the top of her head, wheezie squeezed you tight. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, little one.” you pulled away, looking down at her with raised eyebrows. “keep an eye on him for me.”

she nodded and that was all you needed before walking down the rest of the stairs and heading out to your car. once you got in, throwing the bag in the back and fastening your seatbelt, you glanced back up at the familiar house.

just like you told wheezie — you weren’t leaving for good. you both just needed to figure some things out.

***

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hauntedbythefanficsofmypast · 4 years

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Magic Marinette

Marinette is Zatanna's older cousin and can practice magic herself. Her magic is different however. For most low level spells she simply has to think of what the spell is intended for. For a harder spell she needs to chant much like Zatanna.

Marinette practices at home with her Uncle Zatara occasionally visiting with Zatanna. Magic comes naturally to Marinette, she likes to claim that it just flows in and out of her.

Marinette is 13 (Zatanna is only 6) when she becomes Ladybug, her magic and Tikki's combining flawlessly. The two are a magical power house, so much so that Marinette has to lock her aura down so that she'll only appear as a low level mage. Zatara is proud of his niece for becoming a hero, although he isn't exactly pleased, he knows better than to mess with the Kwami.

He is there for her every step of the way only a call away. When Marinette's friends turn against her and she ends up with only four left he and Zatanna are there to comfort her. When her parents start feeding into the lies he is incredibly angry. Especially when he sees the broken look on his beloved nieces face. Zatara is quick to suggest he take complete custody over Marinette, her parents agree and sign away their rights.

Zatara helps Marinette pack her things and moves her into an apartment in Paris. Until Marinette is 18 he'll be spending the majority of his time in Paris with her. Zatanna grows up beside Marinette looking up to her as a big sister. Marinette lives up to that roll always spoiling Zatanna.

When Marinette becomes Guardian Zatara helps her navigate how to deal with her new responsibilities. A few weeks later when she shows up hand in hand with a blonde boy, he recognizes him immediately. After a quick shovel talk Adrien is practically adopted into the family. His and Marinette's relationship blossomed beautifully.

Zatara has Marinette transferred out of her current class and Adrien follows her. The two are barely separate from each other, but when they are their former classmates take advantage of it. Marinette is constantly watching her back when she is alone. Especially when Bustier's class fails to make all their fundraising goals, Marinette can feel them glaring at her.

The class takes turns finding ways to bully Marinette. Alya posts embarrassing pictures of her, Rose tells everyone stories of her trying to get Adrien's attention calling her terrible names. Alix and Nathaniel kick her out of the Art Club. Kim and Alix push her around in the halls and so on. With Lila acting as the innocent bystander.

The class becomes more and more toxic towards themselves and others. This results in the entire school avoiding them, they however blame Marinette for everything. Even though she hasn't thought of them except for when they're bullying her.

Marinette is pissed when Bunnyx comes back from the future and takes the Bunny Miraculous from her. She immediately gives it to her younger self. Now Ladybug and Chat Noir have to work around an untrained liability.

When Marinette is 18 Zatanna is 11.

During their final year Adrien proposes to Marinette after asking Zatara's permission. Marinette agrees to marry him amd the wedding is set for the summer after they graduate.

The wedding never comes. After they graduate they face off with Hawkmoth and Mayura in one final battle. They had defeated Mayura and Chat was about to take Hawkmoth's Miraculous when Bunnyx showed up. She uses Burrow and endes up knocking Chat into an unknown part of time. Everything is silent as Ladybug stares at the space her partner had been in waiting for him to show up. When no one arrives a heartbreaking scream tears through her. All of Paris watches their last hero break down crying, with a burst of rage she defeats Hawkmoth unmasking him. Then charges Bunnyx using her magic to take her down.

Kcol reh ni ecalp htiw ton a elgnis hctiwt!!

Lock her in place with not a single twitch!!

Bunnyx is frozen as Ladybug rips her Miraculous away de-transforming her. She glares at her through her tears, before telling her that she was never meant to be a hero.

Ladybug then leaves with all the Miraculous except for Plagg.

Marinette de-transforms in her room, tears falling as she stares despondently at the ground. Before she utters a simple incantation releasing Alix from where she was frozen.

Cogam sesaeler eht eno I evah dnuob.

Magic releases the one I have bound.

Marinette remains there only moving when Zatanna comes in and sits on her lap. Marinette sniffles hugging her tightly, crying while Zatanna comforts her, crying softly as well.

The next day they are visited by an elderly old man with a kind smile. He introduces himself as Alfred Pennyworth. A mischievous smile crosses his face as he makes eye contact with Marinette.

Alfred-I didn't always go by that though. The love of my life used to call me kitty.

Marinette-Adrien?

Alfred simply smiled sadly nodding before telling her that she cannot go get him.

Alfred- I was sent back so long ago. When you never came I began to make a life for myself. I joined MI-16 and was adopted into a family. Became a butler and was loyal to the Wayne family. I had a son in all but blood, his name is Bruce. It's funny Bugaboo, he has the same black hair and blue eyes as you. Some nights I would pretend that he was our child. Marinette I love you but my life as Alfred Pennyworth cannot be removed from history. This is why I am asking you to move on, find love again.

Marinette sobs softly into his shoulder telling him that she'll do her best. Alfred smiles before pulling out a familiar ring placing it in her hand. Before telling Plagg that he better keep his Princess safe. Marinette giggles softly kissing him on his cheek.

Marinette- Keep in touch please Adrien, I can't live without you at least in my life.

Alfred nods kissing Marinette's hands gently before bidding all three of them goodbye.

Marinette continues on with her life but she doesn't fall in love again. She knows in her heart thay the only one for her was Adrien. Marinette becomes a famous fashion designer by day and Mari by night. She begins training Zatanna along with Zatara. Helping stop bag guys with simple spells. When Zatanna is 15 she encourages Zatara to let her hang out with the Young Justice team and be a part of it. She happily spies through a seeing glass to see their first meeting. Marinette giggles when her cousin takes an instant liking to the young boy wonder. She smiles softly at the picture of the boy knowing that he was Alfred's honorary grandson.

A few weeks later Marinette is working to reunite the dimensions. When they make it back she is heartbroken to see her cousin with the Helmet of Fate. Zatara immediately tries to convince him to take him instead but Marinette stops him.

Marinette- Release my cousin and take me instead Nabu.

Nabu-No, you barely show any signs of magic.

Marinette huffs before chanting a reversal incantation on the spell she put in place all those years ago. Her aura fills the area allowing everyone to feel her magic.

Marinette-If you release her you can have me. I just need to do a few things first.

Nabu- Very well.

He released Zatanna, Zatara is quick to hug her before turning to Marinette angry demanding to know why she did that with tears in his eyes. Marinette smiled softly before kissing his cheeks softly then kissing Zatanna's. She summons a pen and paper with an envelope writing out a letter to Alfred. She sealed the envelope before turning to Robin.

Marinette- Please deliver this to Agent A for me little birdie. Tell him Ladybug said it was important.

She pats his head gently before smiling softly at Batman.

Marinette- He thinks of you as his son, but he'll never admit it because he doesn't want to take your father's place. Trust me though, a child can have more than one father.

She said glancing down at Robin when she said it. She turned away from them looking down at her cousin once again.

Marinette- Zatanna, my dearest cousin. I will be departing soon and with that I need to name the next Guardian. Will you uphold and protect the Kwami to the best of your ability?

As she is speaking, Marinette holds out her hands the Miraculous box and Gilmore appears in them. Zatanna chokes back a sob before nodding.

Zatanna- Ib accept.

Marinette passed her the box smiling gently as Tikki flew out of her coat pocket.

Marinette- This is goodbye Tikki, we made a good team didn't we?

Tikki- We were the best Marinette.

Tikki and Marinette smile gently, a few tears slipping past as Tikki kissed Marinette's forehead gently.

Marinette- Zatanna, I hear by name you the new holder of the Ladybug Miraculous. Treat her well and she shall bring you everlasting luck.

Marinette unclips her earring, clipping them into Zatanna's ears gently.

Marinette-You will make a fine Ladybug.

Zatanna- I'll be nothing like you.

Marinette- No, you'll be better.

She kissed her forehead gently before turning to Zatara as he pulled her into a tight hug. She sniffled softly hugging back just as tightly. She released him, pushing herself away and closer to Nabu.

Marinette- Please dont blame yourselves. I made this decision not you. Goodbye, I love you.

Marinette turned allowing the helmet to close around her, becoming Doctor Fate.

Upon returning to the Watchtower, Alfred arrived wearing a mask of his own before walking over to his two charges. Robin held the letter out to him shifting nervously.

Robin- Ladybug said it was important.

Alfred's eyes widen as he takes the letter opening it.

Adrien, I'm sorry but I was never able to move on from you. You were and always will by my true love. I'm afraid this is my goodbye, please don't do anything stupid love. You're not as young as you were when we were together. You've raised a good son, I wish I could have been by you the entire time. I love you Adrien. -Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Alfred turned to Zatanna and Zatara as a tear fell. They nodded solemnly soon more tears joined them as he stood there silently. A few moments went by before Alfred dabbed his face gently singing quietly to himself.

Alfred- Miraculous, simply the best, up to the test when things go wrong, Miraculous the luckiest….Im Chat Noir. At night I rule, my ring is charged with energy, my claws are out just watch and see.

Alfred's shoulders shook as he thought of all their time together. He took a deep breath before turning back to Zatanna.

Alfred- In every letter she wrote she was always so proud of you. She always told me that you were going to be great one day, even better than her. My princess will always be proud of you, take it from your almost cousin.

Zatanna sniffled before snorting and hugging Alfred.

Zatanna-God you got so old and sappy Adrien.

Alfred-Its Alfred now and that's what happens when you get thrown back in time and aged.

He turned to Batman and Robin with a sad smile on his face.

Alfred-I think it's time you both hear of my life before MI-16.

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jungkooks4evr · 3 years

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it’s too quiet | jhs | m

— you wish you knew why this hurt you so much, he wasn’t yours to have…

— includes: slight fingering, cursing, gender neutral reader

he wasn’t answering his phone.

you called him over ten times, at least. you don’t know what the hell has gotten into him. you two were supposed to meet at your house and go out to eat, a nice hang out for the two of you. but hobi wasn’t answering.

yes, he technically didn’t have to answer you, you guys weren’t together. you two met during one of his practices. you were there to help support your cousin, an upcoming idol. honestly, you can’t remember what caused you and hobi to meet, all you know is you somehow migrated your way to some hot, sweaty men and dancing.. and then the next thing you knew you were hooking up with one of them! i mean what can you say, he looks amazing.

fast forward to now, you and hobi have agreed on friends with benefits. and honestly, you weren’t too happy with the idea. you have strong feelings for hobi, he’s all you can ever think about sometimes. you want nothing more than to be with him, but you understand why you can’t. in the end, you decided to agree with the friends with benefits because you’d rather have that than nothing at all. of course with this agreement means you both are allowed to sleep with other people. you haven’t been sleeping with anyone else, and you sure hope hobi hasn’t either. but you choose not to think about that.

at this point, you’ve been trying to reach hobi for over an hour.. and there was nothing. you decide to go to his house. what’s the worse that can happen? you grab your coat, put your jacket on, grab your keys and step out the door. as you walk down the stairs and head toward your garage you decide to call hobi one last time.

and of course.. no answer. so, you leave him a voicemail. “i’m not sure what the hell is going on but i’m coming over so fix whatever the fuck you’re doing.” you say.

once you’ve gotten to your car, you unlock the door and go inside, automatically starting the car and putting your seatbelt on. you connect your phone to car play and shuffle your playlist, a song by giveon playing.

although music is playing, you hear nothing. you can’t help but overthink. if we’re being honest, you were hurt by hobis actions. he’s never done anything like this, he’s one of the most caring people you know. regardless of whatever agreement you two have he’s always managed to make you feel cared about and has always managed to arrive for whatever plans you two have. so the fact that he’s acting like this stings a little.

fortunately, hobi doesn’t live that far from you. so you arrive at his place pretty quickly. you park your car and begin to make your way towards his front door. because of how constant you’re at his house, you know the code to his place. putting the code in, you unlock the door and make your way into his house.

it’s quiet.. too quiet. you walk into his living room, nothing. you walk past his kitchen, nothing. you walk up the stairs where his bedroom is at. it’s not until you’re halfway up the stairs until you hear a mixture of noises. for some reason, your heart drops.

you’re up the stairs at this point. you head towards hobis bedroom door. you go to open the door. the doorknob is cold. you’re warm all over and your heart is racing. you don’t know why you’re acting like this, maybe he’s fallen asleep.

everything’s silent again, you’re stuck in your head. but something snaps you out of your daze. a moan. this time, your heart drops for real. it was a girl. you always knew there was a possibility of hobi doing things with other people but you never wanted to face that, you wanted to enjoy your time together.

you twist the doorknob and walk in. the sight in front of you breaks your heart. hobis kneeling on his bed hovering over some girl. luckily, hobi has clothes on. he’s wearing what looks like a light salmon-colored t-shirt with a white windbreaker over it, pairing black shorts with it. and the girl.. she has everything on except her pants.

you’re frozen. you don’t know what to say or what to do. everything between the two is unfolding in front of you. his fingers in her, her laying on the bed moaning out loud while he’s kissing all over her neck. you don’t know what to say, so you cough. at that sound, everything stops.

the two jump, the girl quickly grabbing hobis comforter to cover the bottom half of her and hobi stands up and looks at you. “y/n? what are you doing here?” hobi asks you. you don’t realize it, but your eyes are tearing up. “what am i doing here? we had plans today how the fuck could you forget??” you respond to hobi, your tone sounding harsh. hobi seems speechless, he’s standing there looking at you dumbfounded. that makes you even madder.

“and you’re standing here staring at me like an idiot when i just walked in on your finger fucking some bitch!” you respond. at this point, you started to raise your voice and a few tears might have fallen down your face. “oh come on i know you’re not upset at that.” hobi says, chucking. every single thing he’s doing is sending you over the edge. you can’t wrap your head around why he’s acting like that.

he speaks again. “we aren’t together you know. you have no right to be upset right now.” he says, looking up and down as he talks to you. you can physically feel your heart shatter. he’s speaking in such a monotone voice, it’s like he doesn’t care. of course, you knew you two weren’t together, but him saying it aloud hurt.

there’s a moment of silence. hobi standing there looking back at you and whatever the hell her name is. you’re standing by the door still, looking everywhere except hobi. you don’t know why you haven’t left yet. “you’re right,” you say looking at hobi finally. he sees your state, how genuinely hurt you are and his face softens. “we aren’t together, you’re allowed to do whatever you want. so, i’m gonna leave.” nothing is said after that. you turn around and walk out of hobis room. everything is silent, so silent to where you can hear your heart beating.

your pace of breathing is echoing in your ears. each step you take down the stairs feels heavy. you finish walking down the stairs, past his kitchen, and through the living room to his front door. you make it back to your car and you turn around, expecting hobi to be following you, trying to explain himself. but he doesn’t. you’re leaving exactly how you arrived, alone.

you unlock your car door and you sit down in the drivers seat. you don’t start the car yet, you just sit there taking everything in. you wish you knew why you were crying, you can feel the warm tears fall down your face. you wish you knew why you felt so heartbroken over this. hobi wasn’t yours. he couldn’t ever be yours.

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blubberingmess · 4 years

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[Crazy]

Pairings: dark!Bucky x dark!reader

Summary: they say that when a person is in love, they would do anything for the person they're in love with. They're not wrong.

Warnings: mention of death, crazy couple, implied smut.

Note: I'm still a bit hazy and tired from the medicines so excuse my writing~

You sneered, stalking closer to the unconscious woman on the couch with a wine glass filled with water in your hand and a gun in the other. Her face makes your blood boil, wanting to just aim your gun and shoot her straight in the face but then she won't feel it - that's not fun.

Why are you so angry to this poor woman? She's no poor woman, she's a slut; going around and feeling up your man! No one does that-- no one does that and make it out alive.

Getting impatient, you dump the water onto her head before smashing it on her as well. She jolts up from her slumber, sputtering curses and incoherent words, only stopping when she finally noticed you standing in front of her with a dark aura around you.

"Good evening," you greeted monotonously. She looked up at you with wide eyes and started to shake as soon as she saw the gun in your hand.

"What are you doing? Please don't hurt me."

You rolled your eyes. "Chill, I ain't gonna do anything yet. I just want to talk to you for a second and I'll be on my way."

She gulped, already feeling the blood losing from her face as tears began to fall down pathetically. Yet? So that mean you are going to kill her?

You took her silence as a sign to continue, twirling the gun in your hand. "Why'd you kiss my man?"

"Y-your man?" She was taken aback by the question, genuinely confused as she continue, "You mean Bucky?"

You blink at her. "Yes."

Guilt flashed behind her eyes as she realized her mistake. "I-I'm sorry, I thought he's s-single. Well, that's what he told me at the p-party."

You blink again, before looking down on the wooden floor. "He did didn't he?" You whispered mostly to yourself.

Of course he would, he is single. But if he wants a relationship why'd he never came for you? You two are close and are friends, he could just ask and you'll throw yourself at him without a second thought. You're so in love with him you'll do anything, isn't that obvious?

Giving the woman in front of you a once over, your frown deepened. Is it because you're not pretty enough? That thought made your little dark heart crack inside your chest, feeling yourself deflate.

"Yes, yes he did. So please, don't hurt me."

You snapped out from your self degrading thoughts and glanced at the woman who is now has her hands clasped together as she plead for mercy. No ounce of pity can be seen on your face nor feel in your heart as you stare down at her. Deciding to end your fun early for the day, you slipped the gun back to its holster and grab your coat from the small couch behind you.

"I won't kill you." A pause. "But a friend of mine will." With that you made your way to the front door, ignoring the panic look in her eyes.

"What do you mean?!"

You're sick in the head and you know it, some people might get a hint or two but you don't care as long as they shut their mouths. You'll only care if it's Bucky, if he find out about little adventures in the dark and how unstable you really are.

You'd be heartbroken if he did, surely he won't look at you the same if he did.

You've lost your sense of morality and empathy for others the moment you saw him killed that man in front of you as the winter soldier. The look in his eyes that night still sents shivers down your spine and warmth in your core. You're too far gone that no one else matters other than him, not even those poor innocent lives.

As soon as you hopped on your bike, a loud explosion and a shrilling scream emits from within the house you were in just a few moments ago.

You smirk to yourself as your bike roars to life before driving away from the quiet neighborhood, feeling proud of yourself for not getting your hands dirty this time.

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You walked back inside the tower with a gloomy look on your face, still can't get over the fact that Bucky can't see you like the way you saw him - someone precious.

Sometimes, you just really need to take matters into your own hands. So you've made up your mind and started to think of a plan on how to tell him your feelings, and to make him accept that he's actually in love with you all this time; show him what he really feels. And you won't take 'no' for an answer.

The tower is conveniently empty considering most of the team are on the two week long mission just after the party. It'll be great. It'll be a dream come true.

"Morning, doll. Where were you?" A familiar voice asked and immediately, the gloom look you carry morphs into a giddy grin as your heart starts to beat fast against your chest.

In the kitchen stood Bucky, a cup of tea in his hand and a sandwich in the other while he stare at you with an odd look on his face.

He's not wearing anything but a pair of sweatpants. You gulped, realizing that it's the same dark gray sweatpants you've buried your nose into two days ago, rubbing it between your thighs until you've come undone imagining it was him instead, before sneaking back inside his room to put it back inside his drawer.

You shake your head and lifted up your hand, showing him the brown paper bag with the logo of your favorite bakery shop. "Just hang out with a friend."

His eyebrows furrowed. "A friend? That Josh guy again?" Before taking a bite of his sandwich and settling the cup on the counter next to him.

You grimace at the mention of the guy's name, placing the paper bag on the counter as well. "Josh was not my friend and he died a month ago remember? Got in a car crash just after our high school reunion the same night."

You don't really care about the guy, he'd broken hearts more than he can count - which is less than thirteen from what you recalled.

Bucky nodded his head in understatement, a neutral look on his face. "I remember, the guy's a douche, he deserved much worse."

To most people it'll probably real scary to hear such things coming out from a hero's mouth, but it made you feel the opposite. It made you look at him like he hung the moon. You bit your lip to prevent the smile from showing and coughed in you fist, pointing at the tea next to him.

"Gonna drink that?" Oh god, I hope you did.

Bucky raises an eyebrow and look at the small cup, seems to be contemplating about something as he stares at it for a good few seconds before his eyes lits up. "Want me to add some honey? It'll taste better."

You shrugged your shoulders, acting nonchantly but in the inside, you're freaking fangirling. "Sure."

Sitting yourself on top of the counter, you started to quietly hum to yourself while you let your head floats somewhere else. Did anyone found the body yet? You're kind of disappointed you're not there when it happened, must be fun killing the woman yourself instead of a small bomb.

"Here you go, darling." Your heart just skips a beat right there, feeling your whole body jolt in happiness. After Bucky gave you the cup, he silently watched you took a sip, a small dark smile playing on his lips but you're too busy thinking about the weird aftertaste of the tea to notice it.

"You sure it's honey? It taste... kinda off." You started to feel yourself getting drowsy, glaring at the half filled cup in your hands. A sudden pain was felt in your chest accidentally letting the cup go. It falsl down to the tiled floor, shattering it to pieces.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" Bucky asked with no hint of concern in his voice whatsoever, the smirk evident on his lips. He just stands there, his arms crossed over his chest as he casually leaned his hips on the counter.

You looked at him with wide eyes. "Y-You--"

Bucky cuts you off with a nonchalant shrug, giving you a boyish grin. "Saw an opportunity; had to take it."

Before you could utter anything else, your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you fall onto your back on top of the counter; unconscious.

He won't deny it, you look so good sprawled on the counter like this. Bucky sigh in disappointment, only if you're conscious and willing, he would've fuck you on the counter-- or any surface really--, show you how much he loves you; how much he cares.

But he know you don't feel the same way after observing you this past week, you've been out and about every early morning and sometimes on ungodly hour at night.

"If only you feel the same way, I wouldn't have to do this."

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You woke up with a pained groan, your wrist are tied up to the arms of the chair. Your head is still pounding but thankfully, the chest pain had subsided. Then you remembered Bucky, the tea, heart dropping at the memory.

"You're finally awake, I was started to get worried." You heard the voice of Bucky from somewhere in the dark room, eyes flittering around to find the source of the voice, but no avail.

"Bucky? What's going on?" You asked, a bit scared but also a small bit of hope blooming in your chest.

"I did what I had to do." Bucky watched you squirm from where he sat on a small couch in front of you, eyes going up and down your body before it focuses on your eyes.

"W-What?" You stutter out.

Here goes nothing, Bucky thought to himself, sighing. "(Y/n), you're the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life. The moment I saw you after killing that old man on the rooftop as the winter soldier, I just knew I had to make you mine."

You pull your lips into a tight line as you silently listened.

"but I know you don't feel the same way so I decided to take you by force; drugged you while you're to busy thinking about some other men," he practically growls out, falling his metal fist on his lap. He heard you gasped and felt his heart clench, thinking that you're disgusted but he chose to continue, this time more possessive and controlling.

"You're mine, (Y/n), you hear me? You're fucking mine and no one else's. I don't care if you don't want me; I want you." He stands up, stalking towards your frozen body.

He huffed. "Don't try escaping or call the police, it's not use, we're far off from the nearest civilization and there's little to no signal in this area. You can't run away from me, doll. I will follow you wherever you will go. I will find you and I will never ever let you go."

Tears started to roll down your face, looking up at him with a small pout on your lips and your face flushed. "Really?"

With a cute face like that-- "Yes. There's no escaping me, doll."

"I'm so happy," you sob. Your heart is bursting at the seams at his declaration, wanting to just get pull from the restraints and hug him tightly.

Bucky took a double take, stopping in his tracks. Truth to be told, he expected you to scream bloody murder - feel afraid, although he doesn't like that one bit, it's the most... appropriate thing to feel at this moment even for him.

"What?" He clap his hands together two times and the lights suddenly turns on, blinding you for a second before resume on crying in happiness.

"I-- you were -- Bucky!" You started to hiccup, blubbering out incoherent words.

Bucky started to panic, running over towards you and gently cupping your cheeks with his large palms. "Hey-hey, baby, shh. I'm here, don't cry. What's wrong?"

Worry flashing in his eyes as he tugs on the restraints, it's not even that tight in the first place but he can't just untie you. You could attack him any moment, he needs to know if he could trust you first - but oh how he aches to tear the ropes away and cuddle you close until you calm down.

You started to calm down, leaning in to his touch. "Y-You love me?" You asked, sounding so hopeful and soft.

He cooed, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. "Oh honey, of course I do. I wouldn't do all this if I don't."

It's true, he wouldn't have bought a house in the middle of a forest if he didn't love you and want you all by himself. He wouldn't have killed Josh and the two others if he didn't. He wouldn't have been thinking about you 24/7, planning -- daydreaming-- on showing you how much you meant to him. He wouldn't have put the chip in your arm to know where you are and what are you doing. It's all for love.

"I love you too."

Wait-- "What?" He asked, dumbfounded before burrowing his eyebrows. He knows how you're good at acting, he saw how you manipulated the enemy agents that one mission, for all he know you're doing it to him right now. "I don't like being lied to, (Y/n)."

You widen your eyes. "I'm not lying, Bucky. I have been for years now."

He growls, not liking the way he just wants to give in and pull you closer against him this instance. "What about those men? You going out in the middle of the night or waking up at ungodly hour just to "buy some snacks"."

Bucky felt his blood started to boil. How dare try this shit to him?

You shyly look to the side. "There's no other men... I went to--" you trailed off with a quiet voice that even the super soldier in front of you can't hear.

"Speak up, (Y/n)," he orders, gently yet firmly tilting your chin up to look at him in the eyes.

You sighed. "I hate it when you flirt back with other women."

"What does it have to do with you going out in the middle of the night?"

"I'm... a murderer, Bucky. I know it's bad and the world sees me as a hero but I can't help it, they're taking you away from me," you hissed out. "So I killed them all before they could even attempt a second chance, because you are meant for me, Bucky."

Bucky's breath hitched at the venom in your voice as you admit on killing the women that tries to flirt with him, all of it just because you're jealous - and startlingly, he loves every second of it.

"I was about to do the same. I was planning on taking you away while you're sleeping but you beat me to it." You chuckled, tears already dried up as you gestured towards your bound wrists.

His eyes flickered to your wrist then back up to your eyes. "Why?" He still asked despite knowing what the answer is, he just wants to hear it coming from your kissable lips that he loves so much; wanting to know the taste of.

You gave him a genuine smile. "Because I love you and if I can't have you, no one can."

Bucky swings his eyes between yours, searching for any signs of deception and trickery but all he found was sincerity and love. You're looking at him like he's the only person in the whole world, and it's making him melt at the spot. Never once had someone look at him like that and he doubt he don't look the same.

"I love you too," Bucky breathes out before smashing his lips against yours. You moaned and was about to lift up your hands to tug on his hair but was stopped by the ropes, preventing you from doing so.

"Bucky?"

"Yes, baby?" He murmurs, pressing heated kisses on your jaw and down to your neck. You mewled when he softly bit that soft spot on your neck, craning your head to the side to give him more access.

"The ropes, please. I want to touch you."

You let out a small whine when he stops, leaning back to look down on the ropes before smirking, shaking his head from side to side. An side suddenly popped in his mind.

"Not yet, baby girl."

He stands up straight with his hands propped on his hips, his crotch at your eye level. You could see the prominent bulge in his pants and can't help but lick your lips. The action didn't go unnoticed by the former winter soldier making his smirk broadens.

"Can you be a good girl for me, (Y/n)?"

You peered up at him through your lashes and said in the most sultry of voices, pulling a groan from Bucky's lips.

"Yes, Daddy."

Yup, I need to rest.

*more to come*

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sckyie · 3 years

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word count: 1.8k

genre + warnings: angst; post-break up, alcoholism, depression implied, mentions of death, open ending

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: i needa fix my links, suna imagine after this; valentines event announcement tmo

Death can be a strange thing. As a society, people weep and mourn the death of a loved one or a celebrity. Your body shuts down, scared to move on with life without that certain someone. Everyone responds to differently, but how do you move past the death of a relationship?

It was a rough week, to begin with. Losing the man you fell in love with then losing your job. The endless thoughts of Kageyama filled your head throughout the day. Though you missed him, you always wondered about how he felt.

To Kageyama, the break-up felt like a death in his life. That there was a missing piece of you. His heart hurt at the thought of you. Yet he didn't bat an eye when people asked about you.

You woke up to the bright lights gleaming through your blinds. You sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes away. The bedroom had become a mess since you broke up. All of Kageyama's things in boxes, broken picture frames scattered, empty beer bottles on the counter. You groaned at the sight but you weren't in the right mind.

You dragged your feet into the bathroom, wishing for something to change. You looked at yourself in the mirror, cringing at how worse it's gotten. Your eye bags and dark circles were more prominent than before. Poking at your face, you sighed knowing everything you're doing is becoming more and more unhealthy. Starting small, you decided to shower before cleaning up a little in your room.

Kageyama had stuck to his usual routine. Wake up early, shower, have small breakfast, practice, come home to you. He had always forgotten that you weren't waiting on him at home. He grew this habit of saying "I'm home," but there was no one to respond.

Nonetheless, Kageyama was doing significantly better than you were. Harsh to say but it was the truth. He had amazing practices with his team, he spent time with his best friends, and he had no worry of you needing attention. His mind would clear for the day, only for it to be clouded with the thoughts of you.

A small bit of cleaning turn into a deep clean where your mind was empty. No thoughts of the break up nor your financial situation. You looked at the boxes and bags at the front of your door. Recycling the old beer bottles, a bag of trash from all over the house, and the one box that haunts you. The box of Kageyama's clothes, gifts and old memories in which you wanted to return to him.

You sighed as you looked at them, your stomach growling to break your silence. Your hand flies to your belly as you walked towards the refrigerator. An empty fridge, what did you expect? You hadn't left the house in days. Closing the fridge, you grabbed your bag and keys before heading out to the grocery store.

Kageyama opened the pantry cabinet to find an empty tub of pre-workout. Checking his other shelves, a lack of food and workout powder was evident. He groaned despite it being his day off, getting ready to go out.

You wondered the aisles taking note of what you need to buy and what not to buy. You cringed at the sight of alcohol, turning away from the cold fridges. Your eyes follow the different products into the next aisle. The items in your basket rustle, shifting the weight around as you trailed into the next walkway.

You looked down adjusting your drinks, walking on the side of the aisle. Kageyama had picked up a new tub of energy supplement, reading the back with all the ingredients. He looks up after hearing someone approach him down the aisle. His eyes widened at the sight of you yet you didn't even see him as you passed.

After fixing your basket, you continued down the aisle in which you knew you didn't need anything from. "Y/n?" You heard. You knew that voice, you could never forget that voice. Slowly, you stopped and turned to see the one person you dreaded seeing.

"Tobio," You muttered. He takes a step towards you, afraid of what you'd do. Your heart ached as Kageyama was standing a few feet away from you.

He stared at you, noticing significant changes in your demeanor. "H-How are you?" You broke the silence.

"I'm doing good, I'm just buying some pre-workout...What about you?" He took a glance at your basket, noticing some medicine among your groceries.

"I'm...okay...I just needed to buy some groceries," Your voice was shaky. Kageyama took a step closer to see what medicine you had picked up.

"Are you sick?" Kageyama tilted his head. "Are you sleeping? You look...tired."

"I'm just, recovering," You sighed. "My head does not concern you anymore." You looked at the ground, the pain in your chest intensifying. He's pitying you.

"It does concern me," His voice was stern. "Just because we broke up doesn't me I stopped caring about you."

"We broke up because you stopped caring!" You raised your tone. "We broke up because you called me a distraction and that you were just taking care of a toddler. You're not my boyfriend anymore, don't try to coddle me."

"Y/n, don't talk-" You took a step towards him.

"Shut up Kageyama. Stop trying to act like everything is okay between us," You cut him off.

"So what? I'm supposed to let you drink our break up away?" He defended. His chest began to sting after hearing you call him by his last name. "I'm not letting you kill your body because I left!"

"Fuck you," You spat, turning and walking away from him.

"Don't walk away from me," Kageyama reaches over and grabs your shoulder to stop you. "You're not going to die because you're out of a relationship. Stop being stubborn."

"I'm already dead," Your eyes were watering, you swat his hand away turning to pay for your items. "I'm done arguing with you Kageyama."

Kageyama wanted to go back and stop you but he could tell that you were truly heartbroken. It was his decision to leave you. The night of the break up, you had asked him if he could pay more attention to you. It spiraled into an argument about time and how you acted with him. He called you a distraction. A waste of time. The one thing holding him back.

Those harsh words had stabbed you in the back as you left him that night. The next morning, you had been let go by your job due to overstaffing and downsizing. You had nothing left, that's when the drinking started. You thought it'll drown out the pain, it didn't. It only made it worse.

Roughly a week after seeing each other in the grocery store, Kageyama decided to go out for a morning run. Down his path, he spots the house you were renting while you two together. Back then, Kageyama had always brought up the suggestion of moving in together. As he encroached on the front of your gate, a particular sign caught his eye. "For rent?" He read aloud. He peeks into the windows to see an empty home.

One of your neighbors had noticed Kageyama as he went out to get his mail. "Kageyama?" Your neighbor asks.

Kageyama turned to the unfamiliar stranger. "Yes?"

"You're friends with Y/n, right?" He asked. Kageyama stopped at the word friends, hesitantly nodding.

"How do you know my name?" Kageyama walked towards the neighbor, his eyes fixated on your house.

"Well," Your neighbor opens his garage, walking in to grab something. Kageyama watched as the man came back with a box, his name scribbled on the side. "Y/n asked me to give this to you if you ever came by."

"What?" Kageyama took the box in hand.

"Before she left, she gave me that to give to you," Your neighbor explained. "She said something along the lines of 'I'm too scared to talk to him anymore.' She said you'd come by from a run sometime. I didn't know I'd be so soon."

"Wait, before she left? Where'd she go?" Kageyama asked.

"No clue, I saw her donate a lot of her things but last I saw her, she just gave me that box," He put his arm on the back of his neck. "To be honest, she seemed really sad when she came by."

"Did she say where she was going?" Kageyama looked back at your house, noticing a plant sitting on the railing by your door.

"Only that she was saying goodbye to people," He says.

Kageyama bows to the neighbor before leaving, taking the box to his car. Before driving, he decided to make some calls to his friends about you.

"I haven't heard from her in a while, is she okay?" Hinata responded.

"Last I heard from her she said she wanted to leave," Tsukishima said.

"No clue, has something happened?" Yamaguchi asked.

"Y/n? I have no idea, do you need help finding her?" Iwaizumi says.

Then, his final resort. "Y/n-san..." Oikawa's voice was low. Even though he wasn't in Japan, he knew something. "She called me telling me that...she didn't want anything to do with, well all of us. She told me that after the break up she couldn't bear being around your friends."

"Why would she tell you this? You're not even here," There was hints of pain in Kageyama's voice. "Did she tell you where she was going?"

"She told me because I'm not there to stop her," Oikawa sighed. "Tobio, I'm scared for her."

"Do I have to ask again? Where did she go?" Kageyama's eyes were starting to water. "Is she okay?" Oikawa paused, thinking back to the phone call the two of you had before you left.

"Y/n-chan!"

"Hi Oikawa..."

"Oikawa? Y/n, are you okay?" You never called him by Oikawa, not even when the two of you met.

"I just wanted to, well, let go of something."

"Let go?"

"I'm leaving and I won't be coming back."

"Wait what? Where are you going? Why are you telling me this?"

"Because...this is my goodbye to you...and only you. I don't want to be around Kageyama's friends anymore. I can't stand being with them without connecting them to him. I'm only telling you know because you can't stop me from going."

"Where are you going Y/n? You're scaring me now." Oikawa was concerned of what you were going to do.

"Somewhere where no one will find me," Your voice cracked as you spoke. "Goodbye Tooru. Tell Kageyama I still love him for me?"

"Y/n, wait-" You had ended the call before he could continue talking.

"She just- what disappeared?" Kageyama started his car quickly looking for your contact. "She didn't say anything else?"

"No, I'm sorry Tobio," Oikawa sighed.

"I'll call you back," Kageyama ends the call as he began to drive towards his neighborhood. He taps your contact, waiting for the phone to ring. He waited impatiently, anxiously anticipating your answer.

That was until, "We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service."

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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YES THEM REMINISCING ON THEIR “hatred” and how far they came would just be chefs kiss

you got it 😌

warning: cursing, underage drinking, mentions of a fight

wordcount 2.7k

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Over Christmas break, after another high school reunion party, Rafe and Sophie were both tipsy and giggly as they made their way up to Rafe’s room. It was already made pretty clear at Sophie’s house that ‘sleepovers’ of any kind with Rafe weren’t allowed, so she had to lie and tell her parents she was staying with a friend. “Soph, shh!” He admonished, practically dragging her upstairs as she tripped over her feet.

“S’not my fault!” She argued, pushing his hands away again as he tried to help. Finally they made it up to his room and both fell onto the bed, curling up into each other. “Hey, Rafe.” She whispered, grinning.

“Hey what.” He pulled her close, hands automatically going to play with her hair. “I like you.” She hummed, pressing her head into his touch. He laughed and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I like you too. Hey, the boys and I were talking tonight, about us in high school, and they reminded me of something.”

Sophie scowled. “Probably not a good thing then.”

“No, no. Remember when you got in that fight in high school?” She paused, turning to face him. “Wasn’t really a fight, but yeah.” He glanced over her to gauge her expression. “That wasn’t over me. Right?”

She shrugged, trying to stay casual even though a blush betrayed her. “No? I mean, I wouldn’t say it was over you, technically.”

He grinned. “Soph, you didn’t.”

“Hm. Might have.”

“Tell me.”

______

“He’s a fucking idiot. Too easy.” Alexandra giggled in the locker room to her friends, applying lip gloss after their gym class. It was senior year and there was a big party planned at the Cameron’s house for the weekend. She had been discussing her plans to hook up with Rafe and then ditch him for the past fifteen minutes, and Sophie had had enough.

A strange feeling bubbled up inside her and Sophie swung open her locker with more force than necessary, the clang echoing around the room. “He’s not.”

Alexandra raised a cool eyebrow, glancing her way. “Did you say something, Flint?”

“He’s not an idiot.” Sophie repeated, a little clearer.

“Oh, honey. He’s not here to hear you standing up for him, you know that? Even Cameron wouldn’t sleep with you.” Alexandra taunted, rolling her eyes.

Sophie certainly didn’t like Rafe, but she didn’t mind him. And he wasn’t an idiot by any means - he held his own against her fairly well, and she respected the hell out of that. (Although she’d never, ever, admit it to his face.)

“I’ve never considered that, but thanks for the heads up.” She retorted dryly.

That was a lie. She’d considered it far too many times. Thought about what his lips might feel like against hers, his big hands gripping her hips, his -

“Earth to Sophie.” Alexandra rudely interrupted her thoughts, laughing when Sophie glanced over with a mildly confused expression. “Why do you care, anyways?”

“He has feelings too, y’know. Would you like it if someone said use ‘em and lose ‘em about you?” Sophie frowned, lacing up her tennis shoes.

“No one would ever say that about me.” Alexandra replied with a smug smile, then stepped into her heels that were about two inches too tall for the dress code. She couldn’t walk straight in them, and looked ridiculous, especially given the fact that it was an all-girls school and the only male she had to impress was the 28-year-old history teacher. (On second thought, maybe that did make sense.)

As she walked past, Sophie made a split-second decision and stuck her toe out just so, making Alexandra trip and fall to the concrete floor with a thud, her now-shattered cell phone clattering across the tile along with a couple broken nails. The two stared each other down for a second until Sophie smirked. “Oops.”

Alexandra lunged first, yanking at Sophie’s ponytail. “You bitch!”

It didn’t take long before the gym teacher came running out of her office, breaking the two girls up. Sophie had taken the brunt of it, a slap to the face and a few scratches down the arm, while she acted mainly in self-defense. (Mainly.)

The two were escorted to the office straight away, in silence. The principal was shocked to see Sophie in there, almost disbelieving of Alexandra’s sob story. “Miss Flint? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“She deserved it.” Sophie muttered, clear as day.

“Oh my god, she’s not even sorry!” Alexandra cried out, wiping away a few false tears.

“Have you thought about joining theater, Alex? You seem to have a knack for it.” Sophie shot her a faux-sweet smile, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

“Girls.” The principal warned, shaking her head. “I have to say, I’m surprised...Sophie, I’ll have to give you a week’s worth of detention. Alexandra...” She sighed. “One day -”

“But she started it -”

“One day.” She repeated firmly, and Sophie held back a smug look. “Violence at Greenville Academy, honestly. You two know better. Both of you, out.”

Two days later, at the party, Sophie wore the bruise of Alexandra’s handprint with pride. She hadn’t bothered to cover the ugly purple mark with concealer, considering it a conversation starter instead. “Heard you got in a fight this week, Flint.” Rafe greeted her, reaching out to grip her chin lightly and get a better view. Sophie yanked her head back out of his touch. “Might have, what’s it to you?”

He just grinned, smug as ever. “Didn’t think you were the type.”

“Yeah, well, let it serve as a reminder of what I can do if you really piss me off.” She quipped, trying - and failing - to hide a shudder as she took a long sip of her mostly vodka-lemonade.

“What happened?”

“None of your business, asshole.” She tacked on the last word more out of nerves than anything, not wanting to be caught in a lie.

“M’ just asking, chill.” He raised his hands in defense, tone turning a little more sincere. “Just ‘cause - y’know. I heard I was involved.”

Sophie took another long sip of her drink, cursing under her breath. Sarah. Of course she should have known, his little sister was in Sophie’s gym class and had the biggest mouth of anyone she knew. “You heard wrong, Cameron.”

“Alright. Hey, Alexandra’s been flirting with me the whole party.” He changed the subject, testing her. “Think I should go for it?”

“I’d rather not hear about your lackluster sex life in the locker room next week, so no, for my sake.” She retorted coolly, though her shoulders tensed up and jaw set a little at the thought of him in bed with Alexandra.

He nodded, suspicions confirmed, then smirked. “I can prove to you it’s not lackluster, you know.”

“I’d like to see you try.” She shot back, regretting it the second the words came out of her mouth. “Not like - I didn’t mean -”

“Relax, Soph.” He grinned and reached out, gently tracing his thumb along her bruised cheek. “How about another time when you’re not hurting?”

She froze, resisting every single urge she had to lean into his touch or just take a tiny step forward and plant one on him. “Do you ever shut up?”

“I would if you’d make me.”

“Oh, fuck off.” She replied lamely, rolling her eyes and walking away.

_______

“I can’t believe you fought for my honor.” Rafe grinned, teasing her. Sophie was bright red now and shoved on his chest. “It was years ago, get over it. I wouldn’t do it now.” He gaped. “Soph! You would too!”

“I wouldn’t! I’m not dumb enough to get in a fight, I’m 21.” She told him pointedly, knowing full well that Rafe would absolutely get in a fight at that age. He scowled. “I’d fight for you.”

“You shouldn’t, I can’t see any good reason for you to.” She paused. “Besides, I stopped standing up for you after that.”

He furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“Because you made me cry after winter formal.”

He tilted his head, confused. “Is that what Carter was talking about at Thanksgiving? I really don’t remember that.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I didn’t want you to know.” She grinned, ultra-dramatic. “I was heartbroken.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed her. “Remind me?”

_______

“Taking anyone to winter formal, Rafe?” Kelce asked him as they were out on the driving range at the golf course, a usual pastime for them.

Sophie was two tees away, practicing hitting on her own - she didn’t miss the fact that Rafe positioned himself close enough to watch her, but enjoyed the attention and the low whistles almost every time she leaned over to hit the ball. She hated the actual sport of golf, and only played to spend time with her dad, but she found solace in the stress relief of just hitting 100 balls in a row.

“Not yet.” The dance was two weeks away, and Rafe had been teasing Sophie about coming with him for a month now. “Hey, Soph!”

She ignored him, pulling back for a swing until she felt him grab the end of her club in mid-air. She cursed under her breath and turned on her heel, indignant. “Jesus, Rafe, I could have knocked you out cold.”

“Doubt it, your swing’s not strong enough.”

She huffed and stepped closer, toe-to-toe with him - responding just as he’d hoped she would. “Would you like me to test that theory?”

“Leave her alone, Rafe!” Kelce called out, annoyed the two had found a way to fight again.

He grinned. “Just thought I’d stop by and ask about your plans for the winter formal. You’d look pretty on my arm, you know.”

"Do you get off on being rejected, Rafe?” She questioned dryly.

“You’re gonna entertain the thought one day. Mark my words.” He let go of her club and stepped back, giving her room to hit again.

Sophie rolled her eyes and extended her club just enough to poke him in the ass as he walked away. “In your dreams, Cameron.”

That banter continued right up until three days before formal. Sophie had rejected two invitations, one from a friend and one from a boy who actually showed interest in her. Secretly, she was hoping Rafe might come around and ask her for real - because the last ten times were just teasing, right?

She was sorely mistaken when her friend on the track team at the time, Ashley, called her eagerly that night. “Sophie you’ll never guess who just asked me to the dance!” Ashley squealed into the phone.

“Landon finally worked up the nerve?” Sophie asked.

“What? No. Rafe asked me! Rafe Cameron!”

Sophie’s mouth went dry and she was thankful she was receiving the news on the phone, not in person where she’d have to hide her reaction. “Oh. That’s, um, that’s awesome, Ash.”

Ashley launched into a dreamy speech about how excited she was and Rafe said he’d match his tie to her dress and Sophie wouldn’t start anything when they went to dinner, right, and - “Sophie.”

“What? Oh, sorry, my dad was calling my name.” She lied quickly, forcing a smile so it’d come through in her tone.

“Who are you bringing?”

“Ah...Ben.” Sophie decided quickly, and hoped to god Ben was still available. He was Rafe’s basketball teammate, and practically his sworn enemy, and fine, maybe that was exactly the reason she chose Ben.

“Seriously?” The puzzlement was obvious in Ashley’s tone. “Have you two been talking?”

“Here and there.” Sophie confirmed vaguely, already regretting her lie. “So Rafe’s coming to the whole thing, then? Pictures and dinner before, the afterparty at yours?”

“Yeah, of course!” Ashley gushed.

Sophie tried to ignore the knot forming in her stomach. “Awesome. Hey, I gotta knock out my math homework, but we can talk about it at school tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. Talk later!”

As soon as the phone clicked off, Sophie fell back onto her bed with a groan. “Fucking hell.” She gave herself a solid two minutes of wallowing before calling Ben, putting on her flirtiest voice, and asking him to formal. He accepted right away. God, men are so fucking easy, she thought to herself. Except when they aren’t.

The look on Rafe’s face was absolutely priceless when she strolled into the country club, head held high, hand-in-hand with Ben. “Surprised he didn’t ask you.” Ben murmured into Sophie’s ear, making a show of it just to piss Rafe off. “What do you mean?” She whispered back, stomach turning in knots at his proximity. “Kinda figured you two were a thing, given how often he talks about you in the locker room.” Ben shrugged. “But I’m glad you’re here with me instead.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Sophie replied weakly, giving Rafe an overly polite nod of acknowledgment. Rafe nodded back, and that was the extent of their communication for the night.

Until the party.

Sophie was four drinks in, way too much for her low tolerance, when she found Rafe alone in the kitchen. “What the fuck, Rafe?”

He turned around, amused. “Hello to you too, Soph.”

“You brought Ashley to the dance?” She accused, foot slipping on a spilled drink as she strode closer. He caught her by the waist, then quickly moved his hand to her arm instead as he steadied her. “Yeah. What’s it to you?”

“Thought you were going to ask me.” She wasn’t nearly drunk enough to be making such brazen statements, but figured if he called her out, she could pretend to be hammered.

He raised his eyebrows, caught off guard as he pulled her a little closer. “Never thought that was an option.”

“Maybe if you actually tried to be sincere for once, it could be.” They were way too close to be comfortable, but everything felt overwhelmingly right, Sophie decided. He leaned in an inch more so their foreheads touched, breath intermingling. She tilted her head up - just slightly - until -

“Sophie!” Ben called out and the two sprang apart like the same poles on a magnet. Ben wandered into the kitchen, grinning, two shots in hand. “There you are - oh.” His voice instantly fell flat as he took in the situation, Sophie’s flushed face and Rafe’s angry expression at the interruption. “Were you two...?” He gestured sloppily with the shots, tequila spilling to the floor.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Sophie snapped without a second thought. “I was just grabbing another drink.” She lifted her near-empty beer, and Rafe bit hard on the inside of his cheek to stay impassive. “Watch your hands around my girl, Cameron.” Ben joked, still wary of what he had walked in on.

Sophie wrinkled her nose. “I’m not your girl, Ben, this was just a one-time thing.” She informed him, strolling past him and out of the kitchen with a huff. Ben watched with a slack jaw, completely confused, and set the shots on the counter. “What just...”

Rafe smirked. “She does that. Kinda her thing.”

“Sure you two didn’t..?” Ben asked. Rafe just shrugged.

Once Ben left, going after Sophie, Rafe cursed and slammed his palm to the countertop. Sophie’s instant dismissal of the situation stung him more than he expected. Then he did what any rational seventeen-year-old boy would do - he took the two tequila shots, no chaser, and immediately set out to go make out with Ashley - right in Sophie’s line of sight.

She retaliated, of course, by getting more drunk and making out with Ben on the opposite side of the party, willing herself to ignore the sloppy way his tongue tried to force its way down her throat. After a few minutes, she pushed away from Ben. “I’m gonna go - I need some air.”

“I’ll come.” Ben volunteered. She shook her head quickly, pushing him away with a hand on his face. “No, it’s fine, I’m fine. Um, I’ll see you later.” He frowned, confused, but let her go. She passed by Rafe as she went, texting her brother Carter a very poorly-written drunk message to come pick her up. “Real classy, Soph.”

“Fuck you, Cameron.” She shot back, doing her best not to cry as she made her way to the front.

___

Rafe frowned, returning to play with her hair as she finished the story from her perspective. “I don’t remember that. I made out with your friend? You’re sure?”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “I’m sure. And then I swore to myself I’d never give you the time of day.”

He grinned. “But I’m just too irresistible, right?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s totally it.”

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chasing-classics · 4 years

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It Takes A Man- Ray Diaz (Smut)

Image is not mine, full credit to whoever it belongs to! I had a hard time choosing between writing for Spooky/Oscar or his daddy, ultimately I decided there weren’t nearly enough fics/imagines on Ray and that made up my mind. Please enjoy!

On My Block Imagine

Ray Diaz X Reader

Summary: You’ve had enough of your long-term boyfriend’s (Oscar) cheating. After catching you waiting up for him one night, Ray gives you some words of advice. What happens next is pure, erotic sin.

Warnings: smut (of course) mentions of cheating, unprotected sex, age difference (legal)

Part 2

A scoff of pure disbelief escaped your lips, rereading the text your boyfriend as if you could will the words to change.

What you want me to say y/n? I’m human, I have needs too

You had enough at this point. Over the past five years, you lost count how many times you cried, how many times Oscar hurt you, how many nights you stayed up waiting for him only for him to return the next morning or afternoon smelling of a perfume that was not your own or hickies that you sure as hell hadn’t given him. Given your long history with Oscar, having dated your junior year of high school, you were very reluctant to give up on the relationship.

You held down the Diaz house while he was incarcerated. You practically raised Cesar and as much as you tried to hold it all together, it was hard taking care of a kid and balancing online college courses. You did it because you loved Cesar like he was your own sibling, but mostly you did it for Oscar, you’d do anything for Oscar. Naively, you believed things could go back to the way they used to be prior to his arrest and prior to him joining the Santos. You figured he would change for the better once he got.

Evidently you were wrong.

You sat at the dinner table in the Diaz household, the delicious food you worked hard all afternoon to make now cold and pitiful looking. Hell, you looked pitiful yourself. The new revealing dress you had bought last week in hopes that it would regain your boyfriend’s interest in you sexually. Your makeup was gorgeous, had it not been for the tears that threatened to fall at any second and the heartbroken expression on your face, you would’ve looked like a goddess. And where was your supposed boyfriend? Currently with another hyna probably blowing her back out in the back of his impala. Your five-year anniversary the last thing on his mind.

‘’Fuck this, fuck him, fuck everything,’’ you sighed, trying your best not to break down in a puddle of tears. You were grateful Cesar was out with his friends and not present to witness this. As much as you hated Oscar right now you never once allowed your relationship issues to come between the brothers. Cesar was extremely protective of you and on more than one occasion he shouted at Oscar to get his head out of his ass and make the relationship work. Your heart broke, not knowing how you’d explain this and looming split to Cesar.

‘’I’m so fucking stupid,’’ you whimpered, head in your hands as you leaned onto the dinner table.

‘’That why you have a degree in business?’’ a voice made you jump out of your skin.

Ray.

When the Diaz patriarch reappeared in Oscar and Cesar’s lives, you initially stayed out of it. The issues between them were their own and you would support whatever Oscar chose to do. You knew the history between Ray and Oscar, how badly it stung Oscar whenever someone mentioned him, and how much anger and pain he carried after all these years stemming from his father’s absence. That’s why it shocked you that Oscar allowed Ray to sleep on the couch. As weeks turned into months, you slowly made small talk with the eldest Diaz. You didn’t condone what he had done to his sons, to Oscar, but he seemed like he really wanted to reconnect with them and right his wrongs. And now here he was, standing less than five feet away from you, leaning against the entry way of the kitchen. His eyes looked at you up and down as if he were engraving you to his memory.

‘’Que pasa?’’ his low voice sent chills down your back, which was still exposed given the dress.

‘’Nothing, it’s nothing,’’ the floor scraped against the floor as you stood up, suddenly feeling more exposed.

‘’Would that ‘nothing’ have a shaved head and drive a red impala?’’ Ray asked, eyes trying very hard to meet yours rather than your long legs.

You couldn’t stop the shaky sigh this time. You could feel the tears build in your e/c eyes and it embarrassed you to be so vulnerable in front of Ray. To be crying in front of him over his own son, who you remained loyal to through all of these years only for him to constantly cheat and lie to you. Ray offered a small smile, not out of pity, but as a way to comfort you. You quickly wiped at your eyes, refusing to let another Diaz see you cry.

‘’It’s over. Who am I kidding, it’s been over for a while. I’m just upset it took me this long to realize it,’’ you sniffled and attempted to walk past Ray to exit the side door of the house, only to feel a strong hand wrap around your lower arm in a firm but not harmful way. You looked up at him, brows furrowed in question. His eyes were gentle, but the lust was looming in them. It was right then that you noticed the height difference between the two of you even with your heels on. You liked it.

‘’I love my son, very much. But he’s an idiot if he can’t see a good woman when she’s been in front of him all these years,’’ he whispered in your ear, his warm breath causing you to involuntarily shutter. Your cheeks were warm as you met his eyes again.

‘’And are you an idiot?’’ you whispered back, your bodies mere inches apart.

Sinful. The smirk Ray was giving you was absolutely sinful.

‘’I’ve done idiotic things, but one thing I know without question is that it takes a man to know how to treat a woman like you,’’ he all but purred, lips grazing your ear.

‘’Are you a man?’’ a burst of courage along with the liquor you consumed earlier gave you the boost of confidence you needed, your lips dangerously close to the skin of Ray’s collarbone. Your hands trailed down his torso, inching closer to the noticeable tent forming in his pants. One of his large hands encircled yours’ and he led you to his crotch, your hand cupping his clothed dick.

‘’Feel and find out,’’ he moaned lowly.

All judgement and reservations went out the window. You leaned up and your lips crashed against his, Ray returning the kiss tenfold. His hands tangled themselves your hair as he flipped the two of you to where your back was pressed against the wall and his erection pressed against your lower stomach. The way his muscles flexed as his arms trapped you drove you wild, your arousal becoming more and more apparent with every second that passed. Your dress was bunched up, revealing your lack of underwear much to Ray’s delight.

‘’You’re going to feel me for weeks,’’ he grunted, rolling his hips against yours to convey his desire and need to fuck the absolute shit out of you. You mouth dropped at his words, little moans escaping your plump lips when you felt his bulge grind into your drenched core. Ray raised his hand, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip and gently pulling it down, his eyes analyzing every detail. You didn’t break eye contact as you took his thumb into your mouth, gently nipping it before sucking.

‘’Fuuuck mamacita,’’ he groaned as you continued sucking on his digit. Your eyes looked downwards, trying to get your point across.

Ray took the hint, carefully setting you down and you sunk to your knees. He unzipped his pants, taking out his aching cock. You now saw where Oscar got it from. Ray was well above average; his length and girth were a force to be reckoned with and you now believed him when he said you’d be feeling him for weeks. Your mouth watered when you saw the bead of precum drip down his entire length.

‘’Take your tits out nena,’’ he grunted.

You did as he asked, shaking from both excitement and the cool air coming in contact with your breasts. Ray began stroking his dick faster, his eyes nearly black from lust. ‘’You’re so fucking beautiful,’’ Ray whispered. And you were, despite being several years younger than him, you were the most beautiful thing he had seen in a very long time. You said nothing as your hands pressed against his muscular thighs and lapped at the swollen head of his dick. You held his gaze as you licked his length top to bottom and slowly began to take him into your velvet mouth. The sounds of your slight gagging led his cock to pulse, his hands fisting your hair so that nothing disrupted his view of your face sucking him off.

He began thrusting into your mouth, tears escaping your eyes as you worked on taking his thrusts. You began moaning as his thickness constantly invaded your mouth, the sounds of his grunts spurring you on and encouraged you to take what he was giving you. You focused on the feeling of the veins along his dick and the sounds of his moaning. You brought a hand to your pussy and began fingering yourself, the thrusts of your fingers attempting to match Ray’s rhythm as he fucked your mouth. The sounds of your slickness as you worked your tight pussy was not lost on Ray’s ears.

‘’Bad little hyna, all wet just from sucking me off?’’ he let out a breathy moan.

You let out a long moan in response, whimpering when you felt his cock pulse. Suddenly, Ray pulled back, your gasps filling the room as you struggled to catch your breath. Your efforts were cut sure when you felt yourself being lifted in Ray’s strong arms and once again pinned against the wall. Ray took his time as he burned you into his memory. Your lips were plump from the forcefulness of his thrusts, you looked like an absolute goddess, something out of his best fantasies. His lips met yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss.

‘’You on the pill or anything?’’ he asked as he slid his dick against your folds, your wetness lubing him up to ease the guaranteed stretch.

You nodded, body shaking in pure and primal desire. He smiled, and for a split second you were looking at Oscar.

‘’I’m going to fill you up,’’ he promised, then drug his hips back before forcing his entire length into your needy cunt.

‘’Ray! Fuck!’’ you cried out, ails digging into his back as you wrapped your legs around his hips.

He didn’t pause or wait for you to adjust before he began pounding into you. You held onto him for dear life as the initial burn of his dick subsided and melted into pure pleasure. Your tits bounced as he fucked into you like an animal. Ray moved his head so that he was able to take one of your nipples into his greedy mouth and suckled as your tight walls squeezed his eager dick with every thrust. The feeling of complete fullness encompassed you, your hands alternating between clawing at his back or stoking his head as he sucked on your breast.

You threw your head back as you cried Ray’s name over and over, chanting it like a prayer. For now, it was. He was your god and your body was his temple. He released your tender nipple with a carnal moan, crashing his lips against yours as his length hammered into you.

‘’Your pussy is like velvet around me,’’ he groaned before biting your lower lip.

His filthy words were what brought you closer to your impending release. You held him closer, wanting to be completely full of him. He made you feel everything you yearned for, for the past five years and then some. You screamed his name as your walls clamped around him, your orgasm completely coating his dick as your vision blurred.

‘’Fuck y/n,’’ he whispered. His thrusts were erratic and his whole body tensed as he emptied himself into you. He gave one last aggressive thrust, ensuring that his entire load was emptied into you and that your insides were painted white. You shook against him, the tremors of your orgasm leaving you feeling sated and completely spent. Your pussy still throbbed as you milked his cock. Ray held you close to his chest, kissing you softly on the lips. Your hands cradled the back of his head, the two of you in your own little world.

‘’I’m sorry if I hurt you,’’ his voice was sincere as he looked you over for any signs of discomfort.

‘’No, you were right. I needed a man to show me what I needed,’’ a sly smirk graced your lips ad Ray let out a low chuckle before gripping your chin and bringing you in for another passionate kiss. Soon you felt him harden again from inside of you. You knew you’d feel it for weeks, every time you’d sit down you’d be reminded of him, of this night. A pang of guilt throbbed in your chest when your mind crossed to Cesar and Oscar. You fucked their father. The sight of the abandoned dinner and melted candles replaced your shame with flickers of anger. As far as you were concerned, Oscar and you were finished. If he could mess with other women, you were free to do the same. You hungrily kissed Ray as boh of your arousal reignited.

‘’Round two already mamas?’’ Ray grinned, kissing your neck and working down to your sensitive breasts.

‘’Only if I get to ride you on the couch.’’

No other words were necessary as Ray picked you up and carried you over. You immediately sunk onto him, both of you moaning each other’s names. Neither of you heard the front door open, too lost in your desire. Ray’s hands pressed against your lower back as you rode him like you hadn’t had dick all your life.

‘’Y/n.’’

You gasped when you stared into Oscar’s angry eyes, the bouquet of roses that were in his hands dropped to the floor as the sounds of your skin against Ray’s echoed in the otherwise empty house.

Maybe you were a bitch. No, you knew you were a bitch. But five years of pain and suffering gathered together when you responded with:

‘’Dinner’s on the table.’’

#ray diaz #omb #on my block #oscar diaz #spooky diaz #ray diaz x reader #smut #oscar diaz x reader #on my block smut

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gohyuck · 4 years

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10,3,2 with jaemin?? ^^

10) neighbors

3) forced to live together

2) “you deserve better. it doesn’t have to be me, but you deserve better.”

finally done with requests!

warning: suggestive at the end

this is actually sort of a continuation of this drabble

“you - he’s - you do realize that he’s, like, practically an adult, right? and so am i?” you ask in disbelief, following your mother upstairs. she holds a bunch of folded towels in her arms, and you’re balancing a laundry basket on your hip. she doesn’t immediately say anything, instead tilting her head towards the linen closet. you shift onto one leg before you turn the knob and pull it open, after which she immediately haphazardly dumps the towels onto the narrow shelf.

“just because you’re ‘practically’ an adult doesn’t mean i trust you to stay at home alone for an entire week. yes, you’re an adult... but you’re an adult who’s still in high school. jaemin’s parents are out of town at the same time as us, and we’ve all come to a - very final - agreement. he’ll be staying here. besides,” your mom looks over at you. “i thought you and jaemin were good friends.”

your breathing catches for a second, and you hope your mother doesn’t notice. you’d thought jaemin and you were good friends too, hell, at one point, you’d thought the two of you were more than friends. after the kiss you’d shared on prom night, you were excited to see jaemin become more than your friend and neighbor... but then he’d never texted you back. and then he’d never responded to your texts. you were left even more heartbroken and alone than you’d been on prom night, and just when you thought you were starting to get over it, your parents had dropped the news: they were going out of town for your dad’s high school reunion, and jaemin was to stay over while they were gone.

you shake your head, clearing it of your thoughts before you get too lost in them. as you move past your mom to get to your room, you turn to her in one last attempt.

“jaemin always stays alone when his parents go out. why are they making him stay here?”

“because we figured you two could use the company.” is the swift response. you sigh, not saying anything as you walk to your room to dump your clothes out onto your bed.

you know when you’ve been dismissed.

♕ ♕ ♕

jaemin comes over, duffel bag in hand, less than ten minutes before your parents leave. his have been gone for a few hours already, and you realize he’s taken that time to freshen up - his hair is still slightly wet, and he’s dressed in jeans and a casual button down instead of the old shirt and sweatpants you’d expected. he greets your parents and shakes your hand for barely a second before dropping it, not looking you in the eyes even once. your parents tell him some of the necessary things - don’t mess with the thermostat, the media room’s projector is on the fritz again, to let them know if anything goes wrong - and you shift on your feet beside him as they do. the two of you stand awkwardly as you watch your parents gather their bags, wallets, and keys. they both hug you and shake jaemin’s hand before stepping out for good, yelling their goodbyes back at you before climbing into the car they’re renting specifically for the occasion. you stand in your doorway and wave, even as they start the car.

you only shut the door once they’re out of sight entirely.

“(name)-”

“you know where the guest room is.” you cut him off easily, turning away from him. behind you, he lets out a huff of breath, and you feel barely tamped down anger surge within you. how dare he sound pissed off at something you’ve done while he’s within your own house? after the way he’s treated you? hopefully he gets the hint and doesn’t speak another word.

“(name).”

“look, jaemin,” you spit out his name as you whirl around, finding yourself almost face to face with him. taken aback for a moment, you step back, though you aren’t off-guard for long before you continue. “if you stay out of my way, i’ll stay out of yours. it should be easy for you, considering how good at it you’ve gotten for the past few weeks.”

“i- i actually wanted to apologize.” although your tone is harsher than it’s even been towards him, his voice is more even and apologetic. there’s regret and sadness in his eyes, though there’s still a fire burning in the depths of his irises. you aren’t surprised - after all, he’s jaemin na.

“yeah? well you can stick your apology up your ass.” is all you say, narrowing your eyes at him for emphasis before turning around again, fully intending to lock yourself in your room until it’s time for dinner.

instead, jaemin’s hand wraps tightly around one of your wrists, preventing you from doing so. you can barely process that he’s touching you before he pushes you against the nearest wall, his duffel bag discarded along to way.

“are you done?” he presses his forehead to yours, eyes searching your own. “will you fucking-” the hand not on your wrist finds its way under your chin, tilting it up. “-listen to me now?” jaemin hisses. his gaze is still apologetic, but the flames burn a little brighter now. he’s always been one for suddenness, and this switch doesn’t surprise you. still, you clench your jaw and turn your head to the side, breaking eye contact in defiance, though your anger dissipates every second.

unfortunately for you, and for jaemin, it isn’t replaced by arousal, or straight up horniness, or anything of the sort - you almost wish it was. hate sex sounds a lot better to you than what actually happens.

jaemin watches as your shoulders suddenly droop and your eyes begin to water. he can’t get a word out before you start whimpering, tears freeing themselves of your lashes and trailing down your cheeks.

“fuck,” jaemin murmurs, stepping back. he sighs for a moment, heart breaking at the sight of you crying, especially because he knows that you’re crying over him. tentatively, he places both hands at your waist, only pulling you gently into his chest when you don’t object to his touch.

“you- you never replied after. i-i-i thought that you l-liked me back-” you hiccup, and jaemin’s arms tighten around you. he brings one hand up, rubbing it up and down your back as you let it all out. “-but you didn’t, and you don’t, but you never even told me, and i wouldn’t h-h-have minded if we’d just st-stayed friends but you...” you trail off, sniffling as you do. jaemin loosens his grip slightly as you lean back, surveying your tears on his shirt.

“... and now i’ve ruined your shirt, just like i ruined our friendship... except you helped with the friendship. i did the shirt all by- by myself.” you pout, tearing up again, and jaemin chuckles sadly before shaking his head. he raises a hand, gently thumbing away tears from your cheeks.

“you didn’t ruin the shirt, baby... and... and i still like you. hell, i think i might love you,” he confesses, voice soft as he wipes your tears away with both hands now. “have since forever. i just got worked up and overthought shit because, you know... what if you didn’t like me back? what if i was just a replacement for bradley, or something? that, and we’re going to college, and i didn’t know if i wanted to do long distance. you’re worth more than long distance. you deserve better. you deserve better in general with relationships. it doesn’t have to be me, but you deserve better.”

“but... but i do like you. i tried to stop and... and it didn’t work. and we’re going to the same university-” your voice is shaky still, and jaemin’s heart breaks further. you haven’t fully left his hold, though, so he still holds onto the hope that he can salvage your friendship, if not your budding relationship.

otherwise, it’s going to be a long week.

“- which is something i found out two days ago after jeno told me. he also told me that you like me, and i didn’t believe him, because i’m the dumbest person alive who doesn’t know a good thing when he sees it. i’m not asking for your forgiveness, because i honestly don’t deserve it, but... but i want you to know that i really am sorry. and that i like you a lot.”

you nod quietly, and he waits for you to raise your head. his eyes meet yours, and as you search his to see if he’s being honest, he searches yours for the love he hopes they have.

both of you find what you’re looking for.

“i’m still pissed,” you finally say, though you shuffle towards jaemin slightly. “but you have a whole week to make amends.”

his eyebrows raise in surprise at your easy forgiveness, but he doesn’t dwell on it, instead wrapping his arms around you once more before pressing a kiss to your hairline.

“i’m sorry for making you cry,” he says into your hair, and you nod.

“i really am sorry for getting your shirt wet.”

“i can go shirtless if you want,” jaemin throws back as his way of showing you that it isn’t a big deal. he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and he looks proud of himself when you giggle at it before smacking his chest.

“not needed... yet,” you say, before finally releasing yourself from the hug. leaning down, you pick up his duffel bag before moving towards the stairs. when jaemin doesn’t follow immediately, you turn towards him, quirking up one of your own eyebrows.

“we’re alone in a house, and i’m taking stuff up to your bedroom, and you aren’t following me? did i mention that we’re alone? and that you have time to make this all up to me?”

jaemin blinks up at you stupidly as his mind catches up, though once he’s done processing his smile is impossible to rival. even in your post-cry, puffy-eyed glory, he finds you more beautiful than anyone he’s ever seen. he reaches out, his hand finding yours, fingers twitching in excitement.

“lead me there then, baby.” his voice is suddenly as sweet as sugar, his palm fitting perfectly in your own.

“funny,” you say, as you look down at him, your teasing smile slowly outshining your eyes. “wouldn’t have pegged you for a follower in... bed.”

he chuckles darkly as you both reach the landing, quick to pin you against the arch that leads into the main upstairs room. your breath hitches as he leans down, placing his lips against your ear.

“i have things to make up to you, right? we’ll start with this: you won’t have to do a single thing once we get into that room. understand?”

you nod, and he presses a gentle kiss in the junction of your neck as a response.

“i understand.”

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Friendly Encounters- Chapter One

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: A friend challenges you to go out of your comfort zone and talk to one of the cute boys at the café. However, after attempting to flirt with one of them, they reveal that they are in a relationship with each other. It’s fine, though, because you’re all friends now!

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance

𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: Fluff

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Domestic Yoonmin, fluff, Jimin is literally too good for this world, barista boys, swearing, mild language, lots of character development, realistic insecurities, Jungkook makes a bad decision.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 6k+

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Jimin x Yoongi x Reader

Masterlist

Author Note: This story is available on my archiveofourown as well so go check it out!

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“Do it.” Your friend pushes you towards the incredibly adorable busboy as he passes by your table.

“No, it’s stupid.”

“Y/N, I dared you. Now you have to do it.” You roll your eyes.

“That’s not even how dares work.” You lay back in your chair, eyes drifting over to the two handsome men who now stand talking at the cash register.

“Okay, fine, if you can’t have a conversation, at least get his number! I’ll go for that cute barista over there with the sleepy eyes.” How can eyes be sleepy? You shrug as she confidently strides to the counter to order another drink. Jasmine has always been the type of girl to tell people what she’s feeling in the heat of the moment. You had no idea where she got her confidence from, it just happened one fine summer day in sixth grade.

You’ve been best friends ever since you moved into the house across the street, along with Jaehyun and Jungkook. They are the non-identical twins that go to your school and the four of you were a group all through middle school. Things changed after highschool, Jae started hanging out with the wrong crowd and he moved out after saving up some drug money.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is still a sweetheart, protecting you and Jasmine as if you were his sisters. Sometimes you wonder how you even became friends with this meth-head of a girl, but then you realize you’re the same, you both are crackheads and that’s why you’re best friends. You sometimes doubt your friendship when she tries to push you out of your comfort zone. You hate opening up to people, and Jasmine knows it.

Yet, she still tries pushing you towards trying new things and being more extroverted. Your mind is already buzzing with a million different ways this can go wrong, but you’re surprised when the waiter approaches you with a smile on his face. I wonder if he’s truly happy or putting on a fake smile for the customers. You think to yourself. Sometimes you like to look at people and try putting together a life story for them. It helps your creative juices flow, as an amateur writer.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asks with a refreshingly soft voice for a man. You’re a bit taken aback by his melodic tone, and how freaking adorable he sounds with his Korean accent. You can’t tell what dialect it is, because his English flows very well.

“Actually…” You look over at Jasmine, who gives you a thumbs up as she sips her Pink Drink. “Can I have your number?” The man’s eyes widen momentarily and his gaze flickers up to the barista at the counter.

“Oh...Miss I’m very flattered but...see that man over there?” You turn around and face the barista who is busy on his phone at the moment.

“The sleepy-eyed one?” You ask, knowing full well where this is going.

“Yeah, him. Um, that’s my boyfriend.” Your smile falters for a moment but you feel a sudden sense of relief. You were afraid he would actually flirt back and possibly be a douchebag but he is exactly what you hoped he would be. A decent person who won’t cheat on his partner.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Your reaction makes him raise his eyebrows. Normally girls would sigh or be sad that he’s taken/gay, but you’re the first one who’s ever reacted like that. “I mean, sorry. My friend just forced me to ask for your number because she wants me to make friends and step out of my comfort zone, and now I’m...sorry just nevermind.” You trail off, cutting off your pointless rambling as the busboy wipes your table slightly.

“Hm, you’re interesting. You know what, just for that attempt, I am going to give you my number.” He winks at you, sliding you a piece of paper. Did he always have that paper with him? You laugh as he walks away and Jasmine bolts back to your table, excited to hear the juicy details.

“You did it!” She screeches, making half of the people whip their heads around to stare at you. You blush and sink in your seat when you see the adorable busboy speaking to his boyfriend. Just when you’re about to tell Jasmine what happened, you see the sleepy-eyed man look at you with a glare. You bite your teeth and suck in your cheeks as Jasmine starts talking about her encounter.

“Too bad, though. The sleepy dude just waved me away saying he already has a boyfriend.” She folds her arms. You stretch your legs, yawning a bit as you listen to your friend. “What? Am I boring you? Anyways, tell me what happened with the cute blue haired dude!” You giggle to yourself as your friend expected something more out of the interaction.

“Jasmine, he’s gay. And they’re-” You gesture to the two men talking behind the counter. “Together.” Jasmine sighs. You simply shake your head, flipping your hair to one side.

“Well, I guess my luck with men hasn’t changed. But at least they’re cute.” You giggle as your best friend sighs dramatically and then you move onto discussing other topics, like school.

Just as you’re about to exit the café, you realize that you didn’t ask the cute busboy for his name. During the whole five minutes that you talked to him, you didn’t even introduce yourself?! Great job, Y/N. You turn around, reaching for the piece of paper in your pocket to find that he indeed did write his name down for you. Jimin. What a beautiful name for a beautiful boy.

As you climb into the jeep that Jasmine’s parents bought for her 16th birthday, her phone rings, and she turns to you, puffing out her chest. You wiggle your eyebrows at her and then you both laugh after the awkward moment.

“It’s Jungkook.” She throws her phone at you, switching back to her “serious” persona.

“Whoa, what happened between you two for you to act this way?” You give Jasmine the stink eye as she caves under your pressure. She’s acting weird—weirder than usual.

“Nothing, just...ugh.” She clicks her seatbelt in and starts backing out of the parking lot.

“Jasmine, if you don’t tell me I’m gonna jump out the window. And we both know I’m not bluffing because I’m actually really short and this window is huge.” Her eyes widen in panic and her hands start shaking on the steering wheel.

“You see…..um ....Jungkook and I may or may not have gone all the way after a deep conversation about relationships.” I gawk at her, unable to process her words.

Sure JK is a flirt, but he never would’ve moved past touching, seeing how he’s practically scared of girls. There was even a point in your middle school lives where Jasmine believed he was gay and started calling him her “gbf.” Yeah, that wasn’t greatly received by your homophobic class of 2020.

“Bitch, you did not.” You slap the dashboard, shaking your head in disbelief. You can see guilt written all over her face but what’s worse is the fact that you had a crush on him for the longest time and she had no clue about it.

It’s not her fault, but sex can change a lot of things for different people. And you know despite whatever bullshit Jasmine tells you about it being a ‘one-time thing no feelings involved’ type deal, you know things are going to change between you, Jasmine, and Jungkook.

You don’t know how anyone will react, since you’ve never been in this situation before. You just know that your best friend, without even knowing it, broke your heart in two. Including Jungkook’s, who is probably crying by himself at the moment.

Your silence is enough to shut her up, as she stops talking mid-sentence and plays an EXO song on her phone, hooked up to the lavish quality stereo system which is connected to her fancy Jeep Wrangler, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine but you assume that’s from your gut, twisting in disgust planning for revenge with Jasmine. She has no regard for feelings when it comes to sex, and you’re more worried about your other best friend at the moment.

“Drop me off at JK’s place.” Your command makes her flinch, and then her eyes widen when she digests what you said.

“You aren’t going to tell him that I told you, are you?”

“Of course I’m gonna talk to him about it! While you’re over here thinking about how to end your friendship, that boy is probably breaking down in tears right now, or worse, binge eating and watching soapy K-dramas all alone!”

You slam her car door shut, stepping out with your red converse basking in the sunlight. It’s so bright out today, a little bit chilly but otherwise nice. Too bad Jungkook’s having a rainy day. You knock on his door, and his brother opens the door.

“Hey baby. Wanna join me and my buddie-”

“Yeah, nice to see you too Jaehyun, is Jungkook home?” You ask, pushing past him and his stoner pals on the couch.

“He’s upstairs.” There’s not much that needs to be said when you walk into his room.

As expected, he’s lying in his bed, blankets wrapped around his entire body, forming a cocoon of some sort as he distracts himself from the real world, again. It’s like every breakup ever, as you have seen him do all sorts of crazy shit while being heartbroken. He’s dated so many people, but none of them were his close friends. This time, it’s different, and you can tell he’s hurting more.

“Did you see Jasmine?” Is the first thing he asks when he sees you.

“I was with her earlier and she told me some stuff happened between you guys. And now I’m here for you. Tell me what you need.” Jungkook slowly rises, and you can see his hair standing straight up from the static, and his normally bright eyes are colored red from crying, his cheeks are red and puffy, and he looks exhausted. Drained, in fact.

“I made a mistake. I started kissing her first, it was like the time after my breakup with Madi-” He cuts himself off. You shiver, beginning to remember his touch. You hadn’t slept with him, not in a sexual context, anyway. He only kissed you, and his hands slid down the small of your back, tracing circles with his thumbs. You can feel the strange sensation creeping up on you, and then it hits you like a wave.

Jungkook is no longer the little boy that you once knew. He’s a grown man, and he can take care of you if you let him. But, you’re not that type of person. You would never take advantage of him, especially when he’s so vulnerable. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let it get in the way of our friendship, but after that night I knew we could never be just friends.” You take his clammy hands in your soft ones, kissing his fingers gently as tears threaten to spill from his eyes again.

“It’s okay, let it out.” You spend a good chunk of your time cuddling with him, and for a moment you imagine what life would be like if you actually started dating, but alas, he is too in love with your best friend. That’s how life is for you, you’ll always be a side character in a love story, and when it comes to love, guys always pick Jasmine. Guys talk to you because they see that you are friends with Jasmine. Girls invite you to sleepovers to ask you what you know about Jasmine, and worst of all, she stole multiple crushes from under your nose. But they were never truly yours to begin with.

After arriving at your house after a long day spent consoling Jungkook, youlop down on your bed, scrolling through some texts.

༻• The Next Day, at Your Local Highschool •༺

“Jungkookie, are you feeling any better?” You make your way to your best friend but then you overhear him speaking to some people.

“Oh yeah, she was the best in bed, don’t let her tough smart-girl act fool you, she was amazing, so submissive for me.” You hoped they were talking about someone else, but when you stick your head past the lockers, checking for a split second, you see that it was none other than your sensitive friend who was speaking to a group of younger males.

“Wow, you’re so cool, Hyung. I thought Y/N was the hardest girl to pin down.” Wait, what?! You resist the urge to storm out, eavesdropping a bit longer to see if you misheard things.

“Yeah boys, she came to me while I was playing Overwatch in my room and then she offered. Just straight up asked if I could fuck her.” You slam your fist against a locker and then you clench your teeth, about to confront him when the bell rings.

It’s 5th period. You don’t have a class because you have a release period. You instinctively check your phone, making sure you didn’t miss any important texts or calls before running out. You don’t know who to trust, or who to go to, as you lost your two best friends within the span of less than 24 hours. People suck.

Then you get a text, as you park your car in front of the coffee shop.

You don’t text back, hoping to surprise him. You forgot to ask him about his work hours but you assumed he worked part-time everyday or something. As you walk up to the counter, you see him standing there, with a bright smile on his lips and crescent-shaped eyes.

“Ah, what a surprise! Hello, valued customer.” His playful attitude is enough to light up your day.

“Hey Jimin. Sorry for dropping in but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go, c-can we talk?” You stutter, not realizing you were slurring your words together. Jimin nods, obviously worried about his new friend.

“What happened yesterday?” He takes you to the back of the café, an area where there are less people and you have more privacy.

“You know the friend that was here with me yesterday?” He nods, allowing you to grip his hand and squeeze it for comfort. He’s a really kind person, letting you open up to him without judgement. “She slept with another good friend of mine and ghosted him. And yesterday I went to his house and we talked about it and he cried on my shoulder, but today…”

You feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “...He was talking about what a good lay I was, lying about sleeping with me to a group of underclassmen.”

Your breathing is uneven as Jimin stares directly at you, keeping his gaze strictly on you. You feel naked, exposed, and vulnerable. But his reassuring smile makes you feel a little bit better. Just a little bit.

“Hey, break’s over, get out there.” You see the same man from yesterday, the guy who Jimin claimed was his boyfriend. He looks like the polar opposite of your mellow friend, with a darker aura radiating from him.

You feel like a deer under a lion’s gaze, as he closes in on you, backing you into your corner, making you feel even more vulnerable than before.

You only hoped he wouldn’t try to chase you away, as yesterday he gave you a very uncouth glare, displaying his annoyance with your friendship with Jimin.

You hope with time he will be able to accept you and possibly become a friend of yours as well, but for now, you can only run with your tail tucked between your legs. Just as you’d been running away from your so-called best friends in school.

You were even considering running to Jaehyun and trying one of his edibles, since he had offered a generous amount of times; it would only be courteous of you to finally accept and try it, as you’d been hearing “don’t try it, don’t try it,” your whole life.

You don’t care anymore, and hopefully under Jimin’s wing you will be able to learn about true friendship.

“Aren’t you the girl who asked for Jimin’s number yesterday?” His surprisingly solemn tone catches you off guard, as his eyes tell another story. Maybe that’s just the way he is, physically a very intimidating person but on the inside he might be a fluffy kitten! Okay, maybe not a total kitten, but still squishy. Why else would Jimin date him? He has to be a decent person, unlike all the people you called your friends.

“I am, thanks for noticing. Is there anything you wanted to tell me?” You try to sound as non-threatening as possible, holding your breath, waiting for an answer. You hoped Yoongi didn’t see you as a boyfriend-stealer, nor a generally annoying person.

“No, just wanted to ask you if you need anything else, an iced coffee, some tea...pink lemonade?” His lame attempt at cheering you up makes you crack a smile after a while.

“Maybe some water? I’m a little bit thirsty.”

“Coming right up,” After filling up a glass with water, he slides into the seat across from you, whipping out his phone and humming a tune of a familiar song you recognized from the radio. “I’m on break. This time of the day, things get a bit slow.” You nod in understanding, respectfully keeping your legs crossed and your arms folded in your lap, not wanting to show any sign of weakness.

“What song are you listening to?” You ask, hoping to make some small talk.

“Uncomfortable by Chase Atlantic. It’s my go-to after a stressful day.” You shift in your seat when you hear that name. You absolutely adore that band, and the lead singer’s vocals are absolutely heavenly. You could go on for hours, but you don’t want him to know that yet.

“Oh, that’s...cool I guess.” You try not to jump

up and down in joy as that’s a lesser known band and not very many people know about them.

“Do you know this song?” He leans forward, sliding you his phone and showing you the cover of an old album, one you recognize to be “Don’t Try This,” and the song is GREENGREENGREEN. Their song titles are a bit questionable, but they are true works of art, so you can let it pass.

“I suppose I’ve heard it once or twice…” You trail off, watching how the curve of his smooth lips turn upwards, and carefully, you watch how he mouths the words.

“All I see is green yuh

Moving on your seat yuh yuh yuh

All I see is green, All I see is green, All I see is green.” You smirk, slowly singing the next part.

“It's green where the grass grows

Let the cash flow

You can keep your head high, keep that ass low,” You laugh, the man across from you grinning at how weirdly you sang the lyrics.

You and Yoongi continue listening to Chase Atlantic songs together late into the evening hours. It’s around seven in the evening and the air is cool and humid.

“You have amazing taste in music, I’ve never met anyone else who listens to Chase Atlantic with such passion! Jimin’s an Alec Benjamin person but I always tell him they have similar music styles…” He trails off suddenly, worrying you with the pace of his cutoff. “Listen, I had a lot of fun talking to you. And at first I really didn’t get why Jimin wanted to get to know you better but now I see what he saw. You’re cool, Y/N.” You’re more surprised he remembered your name.

“Thanks Yoongi.” You share a moment of silence, just smiling at each other as Jimin makes his way back to your table.

“It’s time for me to clock out, we’re closing soon.” He slides into the seat across from you, next to Yoongi, and you watch as Yoongi expertly sneaks his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder, and you feel small fireworks bursting in your heart. It’s not a weird feeling of jealousy, per say, but rather you feel mellow. You like seeing them together. You like this.

“Feels like just yesterday I walked in here and you gave me black coffee instead of an iced vanilla mocha because you were distracted by my sexiness.” Jimin girlishly flips his hair, and the three of you share a laugh before the lights start flickering.

“What’s going on?”

“Looks like there’s something wrong with the power. Jin!!! Did you mess with the electrical again?!” Yoongi runs back inside the kitchen, making sure everything is fine.

“We’re good, just a minor fix,” you hear the voice of another man from inside. You and Jimin exchange worried looks as the lights stay on for a total of 1.032342352 seconds and then they just turn off completely.

“Dammit, stupid thunderstorm outside caused a power outage through town.” You heard Yoongi cursing from the kitchen before he opened the door and stumbled outside back to you.

“Well, when are the lights gonna come back on?” You ask, clutching onto the table as you sink back on the wooden surface.

“News reports say power lines are under service and will be back in function in an hour.” Jimin shows you the article, making you shiver from the thought of spending the night at the café. You most probably won’t have to do that, since your car is right outside and you can just drive home. But do you really want to face your neighbors after a really tough day of school? No. Your bets are that they will probably try to infiltrate your home, failing are trying to “make it up to you.” You’ve lost any trust you had in them before, Jungkook and Jasmine really screwed up this time.

“It’s cold, isn’t it?” Jimin sounds steady, but you can faintly see the outline of his striped shirt and how his muscles contract as he shivers right in front of you. You admire him for putting up the dauntless act, but it doesn’t help as the sound of his teeth clashing give it all away.

“Here, take my jacket. I’m not that cold.” You offer him your coat and he hesitantly slips it over his shoulders. He doesn’t wear it, afraid of stretching out the expensive material and risking threat or wearing it out.

“Thanks.”

“Hey guys, can you come in here please? We need help with the door.” You and Jimin carefully make your way to the pantry, which is at a door at the end of the kitchen. You’d never been inside one in a restaurant, but you assumed it was the same as your school. The kitchen was the darkest room, but thanks to the dim lighting from Jimin’s phone, you safely arrived at the end of the path.

“What are you doing now?” You see a second man, taller than Yoongi and Jimin combined, holding a large box.

“We’re just taking this inside. This stuff is smelly, so we make sure they stay sealed in the pantry until we need them,” The older man has a charming smile, and you can already tell he is a gentleman. He looks a little bit older than you, but you can tell by his mannerisms that he’s a bit older. “And hi, I’m Jin.” He introduces himself, winking at you as he walks past, with Yoongi rolling his eyes at the lame flirting attempt. You thought it was cute.

“Coming through! Move over babe.” Yoongi warns Jimin, who holds the door open while you watch over his shoulder, making sure he doesn’t fall back. Not that you will be of any help.

“Oh crap, I think I forgot something in the kitchen!” You and Jimin make your way into the pantry, shrugging at the way Jin quickly left his post.

“So...what’s exactly in the box?” Your curiosity seems to know no limits as you keep asking questions, over and over again. Yoongi and Jimin, however, find it amusing.

“Vinaigrette. All the same type, same brand.” Yoongi dusts his hands and walks back to the closed door, wrapping his fingers around the cool metal knob before turning it….to find that it doesn’t open.

“What’s wrong, hyung?” Jimin asks, wrapping your jacket around him more tightly. You sigh at his adorable pout. But of course, you try to ignore their moment, focusing on your phone instead. Your battery is at 8% already, and you need to save as much power as you can. However, you also need to distract yourself.

“It won’t open.” You stand up. You’ve hated small spaces since you were a little girl and you refuse to get stuck in a food pantry with two insanely attractive men. What if you run out of oxygen? It’s not them, it’s you.

“Whoa, are you okay?” Yoongi notices your mini panic attack, as you pant heavily, now looking for some sort of opening to crawl through. You need to escape.

“I need to get out!” You shudder as the dim lighting of your phone suddenly disappears. Your phone just died. What the fuck are you going to do now?!

“We’re fine, we just need to call Jin,” Yoongi knocks on the door, and you all stay quiet to hear any feedback. What you didn’t know was that Jin had gone out to run errands and he wouldn’t be back until much later.

“Let me text him.” Luckily, Jimin’s phone has enough power to send one text. Jin replies quickly, telling Jimin that he’ll be back in half an hour, maybe even later because of the horrible weather.

“Looks like we’ll be stuck here for awhile.” Yoongi sits down on the floor first, making himself comfortable between two flour bags. You and Jimin make yourselves comfortable on the floor, shrugging as you snuggle into some things but the lights are off so you have no idea where you’re sitting. Your eyes are adjusted to the darkness, so you can see the faint outlines in the pitch darkness.

Then you think of all the things that happened today. How you overheard Jungkook telling people lies, and how heartlessly Jasmine let go of him (even though he partially deserved it), and all of the lies and betrayal. Jasmine has cheated on a lot of her past boyfriends, but for some reason you thought she would treat Jungkook differently. And Jungkook just cares about fitting in. You wish you could forget it all and go back to being friends, but you are just so, so sad. They broke your heart. You don’t know if you can trust anyone else ever again. You silently sob, hoping they wouldn’t notice.

But your stupid sniffles give you away.

“Are you..crying?” Jimin asks after a long silence.

“No…” You wipe your tears and turn to his voice.

“Tell us what’s wrong.” Yoongi’s warmth creates an almost suffocating feeling in the air as your breathing falters and you feel very disconnected from your environment. You can’t even tell if your eyes are open or not because of how long you’ve been trapped. It’s driving you mad. The only thing keeping you sane are the two men sitting in front of you...or behind you. You can’t tell anymore.

“I just want my friends back. And I want to believe that everything will be alright but lately...everything’s been horrible! Life just keeps throwing one obstacle after another and I just want to believe that everything will be okay but it isn’t! My best friend slept with my other best friend and now everything’s weird between the three of us, and my other friend decided to tell everyone that we’re screwing. I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! Everything is spiraling out of control and I can’t do shit,” You breathe heavily and silence follows, as the boys allow you to catch your breath, not inputting anything just yet. “Thanks for letting me rant. I just needed to let that out, I guess.” You bite your bottom lip, and you can smell the anticipation in the air as the boys wait for their turn to speak.

Oh wow, now you’ve robbed them of their words. Aren’t you the best friend ever.

“Can I say something?” Jimin waits for a moment before dictating his thoughts, “It sounds like you were just thrown into a random mess that had nothing to do with you directly.” He says, earning a cough from Yoongi. Luckily, the sleepy-eyed man is kind enough to cough in his sleeve (ugh corona) and he says, “I agree with Jimin. And that guy sounds like a bitch boy. I’m pretty sure he’s one of those coconut headed e-boy wannabes. Or just a plain fuckboy.” You scrunch your nose. “Jungkook isn’t like that.”

“Oh, with a name like that he’s bound to have a talent. Maybe he dances really well? Lemme guess, he’s a really good singer but is as shy as a goat.” You didn’t know goats were shy. Yoongi seems knowledgeable, so you don’t question him.

“He’s a good singer, alright, but he wants to be a progamer when he graduates.” You reveal it to them, all of a sudden going off on a tangent about your childhood crush and best friend.

“It sounds like you guys are close,” Jimin whispers in a hushed voice, so quietly that you almost miss him. “And from what I can tell, he’s insecure and wants people to think he’s cool. So he used you, as stupid as it was, I think he’s worth fighting for.” You feel a sudden lightness in your chest, like you just confessed something you felt guilty about. It’s as if he’s in your head, and he understands exactly what you’re going through.

“Jimin and I actually got together because of a misunderstanding in the first place, if he hadn’t fought for us, who knows where he might’ve ended up?” You can’t see what Jimin does exactly, but you assume that his face is scrunched up into a cute cringe of sorts, anything that man does is adorable.

“My parents would’ve forced me to become a pastor. They aren’t exactly the most open-minded people...coming out to them was the hardest thing I ever did. And luckily, Yoongi was with me all through the process after they disowned me and threw me out of the house. I guess I lost my biological family but I ended up with something even better.” You feel your lips turn upward, the first feeling you’ve experienced since sadness. You feel hopeful, and happy that the two men can freely be together without judgement from those around them.

You feel slightly jealous as well, since their relationship worked out and yours with Jungkook are in shambles. Maybe it’s not too late to fix this, but seeing as he hadn’t even sent you as much as a “Good morning” text, you decided it was better to leave him alone for now. The darkness is not only making you blind; it’s making you unempathetic. You do feel a bit of fear though, as the sense of not knowing what else might be in here with you is overwhelming and you literally want to curl into a ball and cry. “Your breathing is heavy again...are you okay?” Yoongi’s voice soothes you as you slowly recover from the mini-panic attack. You don’t know if you can take it anymore.

“Sorry, I’m just a little claustrophobic.” You hear some shifting as Yoongi makes himself more comfortable.

“Oh shit, I forgot about Jin,” Jimin pulls out his phone, as it vibrates with a text. Your vision is blurry, but you can see his face with the help of the dim light from his device. “Jin said he’s running late in traffic. We might be stuck for a little longer.” You snap, reaching for the closest thing to you, standing up on your two wobbly legs.

“I can’t do this! I’m going crazy, I need to get out! Anything...away….can’t breathe!” You start taking deep breaths, slightly embarrassed at showing the two boys you barely know your weak side. Of course, they are absolute sweethearts about it.

“Honja jjujeo anja

Saenggag man keojyeoga

Eonjebuteo neon nal apeuge haessdeonga

Neo jochado moreujanha,” He slowly makes his way behind you, snaking his arms around your shoulders in a very intimate manner.

“Neodo apeujanha 'cause you’re mine

I just want to blow your mind

Ireohge neon tto meoleojyeo man ganeunde,” You close your eyes and sink into his embrace, swaying in a movement that could only be described as heaven. His voice is heaven.

“I want you to be your light, baby

You should be your light

Deoneun apeuji anhge

Nega useul su issge

I want you to be your night, baby

You could be your night

Ibami neoege soljighal su issge…” He trails off, leaving you feeling speechless from listening to his honey-like voice. The song is also new, something you’ve never heard. You clap, astounded by his vocals.

“That was amazing!!! Thank you so much for doing that.” You can almost picture the cute blush on his cheeks as you praise him, but you aren’t going to let him know that.

“No problem.” As you both share a moment, Yoongi finds a supposed way out.

“Look, there’s a duct back here. Should one of us go through and see if they can let the others out?” You and Jimin share a look of suspicion but you volunteer anyways.

“I guess I’ll do it. Seems logical.” You get to your hands and feet, and Jimin gives you his phone, tenderly. There’s a gentleness in his eyes and through the blinding light of the flashlight on his phone, you could see his pupils dilate slightly. For a moment, it’s just you and him, as the rest of the world fades to black. You snap out of your daze when Yoongi coughs into his arm again, and you prepare to crawl into a dusty duct that’s been closed for decades.

You eventually find an exit, and you’re surprised at how long Jimin’s battery life was. It was only at 49%, despite him using his phone for half the time you were together. He must’ve charged it to the full 100%. You find a screw loose on another duct, opening it with ease and slipping into the kitchen. And then when you shine your flashlight, you realize your location.

You quickly run to the locked door and find that opening it from the outside is a piece of cake. The two men are thankful, but they still complain about the power. Jimin texts Jin that all of you got out, and he just tells you to go home.

The time is about 9:41, 2 hours later than you’d hoped to go home. Nonetheless, you had fun spilling your heart to these two wonderful men. You’ve never felt so close with a pair of strangers, but you can tell these two will become an important part of your life very soon.

༻• At your House •༺

“Where were you?” Your mother yells as you walk through the door, and you put your bag on the floor, flopping face down on the couch.

“I was at a café but then there was a power outage and I got stuck in a food pantry.” You nonchalantly tilt your head upwards at your mom, as her look of anger changes into one of worry.

“How did you get out?” She asks, bringing you a cheese sandwich. You plug in your phone upside down, but it’s okay because you can see the logo pop up after a minute.

“I crawled through a duct. It was fun but dusty. Oh, sorry for not texting you. My phone died.” She raises an eyebrow.

“Y/N...is there something you’re not telling me?” You fold your arms, whining like a baby. “Was there someone else with you?” You nod, not wanting to tell your mom in detail. “Okay, I’m not gonna ask any more questions. But earlier Jungkook came by, he wanted to talk to you in person. After he left, Jasmine dropped by an hour ago, saying she wanted to see you too. Did something happen between the three of you?” You sigh, turning right-side up on the couch, resting your head on your mother’s shoulder.

“Mom, can I please just go to bed? I don’t feel so good.” Instead of pestering you to tell her, she complies with your wishes, leaving you alone to go into the kitchen.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I started renting the top floor of our house to two nice young men. They’ll stay with us, and we can get money.” You raise your eyebrows at her, not believing her fully. Your mom was never the type of person to do that. You had suggested it in the past, but she had never fully gone through with plans before. Especially big ones.

“And why did you agree to it?”

“Because they are so charming, Y/N, when I put the ad up, they immediately responded, saying that they’d do all the housework and help cook, and take care of the house as if it was theirs, even though they are paying to stay in one room.” You grab your backpack and make your way upstairs. After finishing your nighttime routine, you tuck yourself in and retire for the night.

You wake up with the sudden urge to pee. So, you run to the bathroom only to find a very unexpected sight. The same man with the crescent shaped eyes when he smiles is standing in your bathroom, brushing his teeth.

“J-Jimin?” He turns his head, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I live here!”

“Me too!” Dear God, what has your mother done?

#jimin #yoongi #jungkook #reader #cafeau #barista #bts #yoonmin #yoonmin x reader #Poly #fluff #cute #high school

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the-avengers-ate-my-tongue · 4 years

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I’ll Be Ready

Summary: You’re tired of living with the ghost of Hannibal Lecter between you and Will after the infamous cannibal killed Abigail Hobbs and almost killed Alana and him, disappearing afterwards. Will sees some of the darkness he brought in you, and he couldn't help to think maybe it's his fault.

Pairing: Will Graham x reader

Warnings: angst, pregnant!Reader

Word count: 2375

I entered the kitchen, my baby bump heavy as an anvil. I held the bottom of the bump while I poured myself some coffee with the other hand, breathing hard. It wasn't far, now. Two more weeks. Two more weeks to see the apple of my eye, the little person I already loved the most. It was a strong connection, so strong it scared me sometimes, to love someone I hadn't even seen yet. I carefully drank a few sips of the strong, black and hot liquid, moaning low in pleasure. Damn, good coffee. Will makes the best coffee. Strong, tasteful. Just as I liked.

He was sitting in his armchair, his eyes blank while he drank his coffee. I sighed, walking to the living room and avoiding the dogs so I wouldn't step in any of them since I could barely see the floor because of the bump.

“A penny for your thoughts?” I asked, bringing him back of his reverie, sitting at the arm of the armchair. He caressed my bump, still a little drifted away.

I knew what he was thinking about. He had that look on his face. The blank, empty look that made shivers bite the back of my neck.

He was thinking about Hannibal Lecter.

“Will…” I lifted his chin with my finger so he could stare at me. Every time I realized the glow in his eyes no longer existed, that made me want to cry. His eyes seemed opaque, cold. “Please, stop thinking about him. You promised you would let him go. We can't live our lives with the ghost of Hannibal Lecter among us.”

There were no words to define and describe how much I hated Hannibal Lecter. How much I loathed him for what he put Will through in the last months, the prison, the trials. How it hurt to see Will behind those bars as if he was some cold-blooded murderer. In addition of all that, Hannibal killed Abigail Hobbs and almost killed him and Alana. I almost had a miscarriage when I found out, and all because of him. All because of that monster. Will took a lot of time to recover, could barely enjoy the pregnancy. Every time I thought about that man near my daughter, I felt so much ire that my face would turn hot and bright red, I would close my hands so hard my nails would hurt my palms and I just didn't feel like myself. That was the most animalistic feeling I've ever experienced in my whole life, and I… Truth is, I wanted Hannibal Lecter gone. Because he wasn't gone yet. Not with Will keeping him present with his thoughts. I could feel his presence, a black aura making the air cold and heavy. Sometimes when I was alone in my room and thought about Lecter coming back to hurt us, I would gasp for air, I would try to cry, but I couldn't bring up any tears. I didn't cry anymore. Something in me was different. Something broke that night Will almost died. I wouldn't let that monster near my baby. Ever.

Will seemed surprised, and looked at me, trying to read my face. Currently, every time he would try to read me he showed this confused and sad look on his eyes, but soon tried to hide it, like I was a damaged doll that could never be mended. That would break my heart even more. To think I was so damaged I was beyond repair.

“You know I couldn't do that even if I wanted to” Will said in a husky voice, avoiding my eyes. “I feel like… I'm Janus and Hannibal is my other face. He's my past, my present…”

He stopped talking, and I felt my mouth dry. I couldn't believe it.

“And your future?” I asked abruptly, getting up and standing in front of him “Is that what you want to say to me? He's your future?”

He didn't answer, clenching his jaw. I covered my face with my hands for a few seconds, and he might have thought I was crying, but I started to laugh. A creepy, cold laugh that made my chest vibrate.

“I have to find him, Y/n. It's up to me. I have to end this.”

“What do you have to end, Will? Him? Or us?” I felt my nails hurting inside my hands again, but I didn't stop pushing them. “It's what you've always wanted. Him. You've always wanted to go with him.”

“You don't understand. No one does.” He replied, his eyes staring at the floor.

“You better have the guts to look me in the eyes while you say you're leaving me to play serial killer with that, that… That thing.” I snorted, pulling my hair back. Will slowly raised his eyes to look at me, as if he had all the time in the world to do so. He got off the armchair, staring at me, so close he could kiss me. I could feel his breath touching my mouth, but I didn't back down, I kept staring at him. I felt hurt. Betrayed. And I wanted him to see that. All that heartache. How much it was tearing me apart. I felt the baby move in my bump; certainly, she was feeling something was wrong. I took his hand, putting in my bump so he could feel it.

“If you leave, Will… If you leave to find that monster, I assure you, you will never see us again. And if somehow you find us, if you bring that thing with you, if you dare to put my daughter at risk… I will…”

I couldn't say the words. I knew I was crossing a line that had no point of return. I could see in his eyes he was heartbroken as well, all the coldness vanishing.

“What are you going to do, Y/n?” He held my shoulders, his touch so soft I sighed. “What?”

I clenched my jaw, staring so deep in his eyes he might had thought I was staring at his soul.

“I will kill him. If you bring that monster near my daughter, I will kill him and whoever dares to try to stop me. Because I won't allow him to hurt anyone I love anymore. You want to go after him, follow him like a pet?” I practically spitted the last word in a sarcastic tone “Be my guest. Leaving us is your choice. But I'll be gone, Will. I'll disappear from the face of the earth. You will never see us again. And I will repeat, if in any case you find us, and you bring that thing near my daughter, I'll bring hell to him. I'll do what you couldn't, what Jack couldn't, what Alana couldn't. I will kill him.”

I felt my lips retracted, showing my teeth in a savage look. And at that moment, I knew he could see it. The void. The rage. The black spot Hannibal left in me. He thought he could keep me away from all that darkness, but it found a home in me as well. I knew I would do anything in my power to protect my child, and he knew that too, now.

“I love you, Will. Madly. Deeply. But I can't watch you destroy yourself. I won't. I won't allow that darkness to steal my baby's innocence. She will know only kindness and protection. Always. As much as I can provide her.” My voice was cracking as I said those words, knowing they wouldn't make him stay. Will's eyes were filled with tears.

“I can't give you what you need right now, Y/n. There isn't much left for me to reach.” He kissed my forehead, stepping away from me. I knew he didn't love me enough to stay. And that hurt more than anything at that moment.

An excruciating pain in my womb made me curve my body, holding my bump. Shit.

“Y/n?” Will helped me, holding me by the waist. I stepped away, getting rid of his touch, touching the wall to sustain myself. I started to breathe hard. It wasn't the time yet! I still had two more weeks.

“It's the baby.” I said, holding the bottom of my bump. The pain stopped for a few seconds, coming back in a moment seeming to be even worse. I growled, clenching my teeth “The baby is coming. The baby.”

Will didn't even hesitated, taking the car keys from the table. My suitcase was already packed for the hospital, so I just put it in the car, waiting for him. I was wearing a dress, thank God, and he went inside to grab me a coat.

One more wave of pain, and this time, I felt a warm liquid run through my legs. I cursed in a low voice as Will left the house, closing the door with my coat in his shoulder.

“Hurry, I think my water just broke” I said. “We might need a towel or something so I won't mess the car up.”

He stopped walking when he looked down my legs, his eyes wide.

“No time for that, Y/n. You're bleeding.” He rushed me to get inside the car, and I felt my heart skip a few beats. No. No, please God, don't let me lose my baby. I tried to stay calm because I knew it would be worse for her if I didn't but, after a long time, I felt my eyes wet. I closed them for a few seconds, and tears wet my face.

Will drove like the wind, and after a few minutes, we were almost there. I was still bleeding, it wasn't much, mostly a pink color in the amniotic fluid, but I was desperate. I tried to hold my breath so Will wouldn't realize I was crying, hiding my face while I stared at the window, but he knew. He always knew.

“Everything will be fine” He tried to calm me down, holding my hand. I pulled mine away, turning to face him.

“If something happens to her, I will never forgive you” I replied with coldness in my voice, cleaning my face with my hands. He didn't answer, but I saw how much it hurt him.

Finally, we arrived, and we rushed to the reception desk. A nurse sat me in a wheelchair, and I was directly to the labor room.

I was thrilled. Five days passed since the meaning of my life had changed entirely. She was a healthy baby girl and, despite the bleeding I had, everything went relatively well. We just had to stay a few more days in observation, because I've had preeclampsia and had a cesarean. I was breastfeeding her, looking at those dark blue eyes, her daddy's eyes. She looked so much like him.

Will didn't leave me for a minute. He was there from the moment I went in labor, until he saw her for the first time. His eyes glowed, and suddenly, just for a moment, he looked like the man he used to be before Hannibal Lecter. The man I loved. He stared at us in awe, making me feel like a madonna with her baby.

The phone rang. Will got up to answer it, allowing the call.

“Who is it?” I inquired, seeing his smile disappear. I felt like I was being punched in the stomach. That face. Would he dare?

I quickly gave the baby to the nurse, getting up the bed with enough care to avoid breaking my stitches.

“Give me the phone.” I practically commanded, taking advantage of the element of surprise, pulling the phone from his hand. “Of course you had the nerve to reach us in a happy moment like this. You're used to misery and you want to make everyone as miserable as you can.”

“Ah, Y/n. I wanted to congratulate both of you. A baby is always a blessing” I realized how much his voice tone had changed, simply because he didn't had to pretend anymore. He sounded malicious, cold. That was the real Hannibal Lecter. How the fuck did he know? My mouth felt dry all of a sudden. “I've sent a gift for her. I'm sure it will arrive in no time.”

“A gift?” I practically yelled, holding the phone so hard my fingers started to hurt “We don't want anything from you, Hannibal. We want you to leave us alone. We want you to disappear for real. That's all we want.”

“Ah, Y/n. That's very rude.” He said in a cynical voice, making me blush in anger. “How is Will? You barely let me speak to him. He's always in my thoughts, you know. Such as all of you.”

“He's fine. We're all fine. Living our lives without you to feed on our anguishes and torments.”

“Tell me, Y/n. Are you nursering your little one yourself?” He asked calmly. I was took by surprise, my face turning pale.

“Excuse me?”

“Amputate a man's leg and he can still feel it tickling. Tell me, Y/n, if someday your little girl disappears, where will it tickle you?”

My eyes filled with tears, and I felt like something was pressuring my chest. For a few seconds, I couldn't breathe, but my voice was still cold, even though it trembled a little.

“If you ever come near my daughter, you'll regret it. I assure you, Lecter. I'll make sure you never harm anyone else again. If I see you again, be sure, I will kill you.” I replied, the tears wetting my face.

“Y/n. How pleasant to see how I've changed you. We will meet again. Be sure of that.” The line turned mute.

I kept holding the phone, a little shocked from what I just heard. Will took it off my hand, hugging me and kissing my forehead. I hugged him back, hiding my face in his chest. I felt protected, despite everything.

“You shouldn't have said those things. He won't forgive it, and certainly won't forget.” He said, caressing my hair.

“Let him come.” I replied, my voice tone cold and empty. “I'll be ready.”

#Hannibal #Will Graham #Mads Mikkelsen #Hugh Dancy #Will Graham x Reader #Will Graham Imagine #Will Graham Headcanon #Hannibal One-shot #Hannibal Imagine #Hannibal Headcanon

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star-spangled-steve · 4 years

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His New Partner

Chapter 42: The Depression

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2128

Warnings: Light angst, some sad!Steve, some fluff, mentions of pregnancy, one cuss word.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this!

“Hey, guys, look at this.” Y/N spoke in between giggles, gently holding up the raw cookie that she had just finished decorating. On the top was a smiley face made out of chocolate chips, and three, almost four years old Morgan seemed to like it just as much as she did.

“Smiley!” The little girl cheered, and Y/N nodded with a smile.

“Looks like we’re hanging with two children today, Pepper.” Natasha quipped as she lined one of the baking sheets with cookies.

Pepper chuckled as she put some of the dirty bowls and spoons in the dishwasher. “You say that, Nat, but I’ve watched you steal chocolate chips out of that bag for the past half hour.”

The redhead just rolled her eyes playfully, popping another chocolate chip into her mouth.

The women were having a ‘Girls’ Day’ at Tony and Pepper’s lakeside house, filled with hugs, laughs, minor gossip, and alas, baking. It was originally just going to be Y/N, Natasha, and Pepper, but Tony, the man who was supposed to watch Morgan, ended up having a few other things to do. So the child had joined them, not that the women had minded. Morgan was always a treat.

“Fine,” Y/N spoke playfully, “if you don’t like my cookie, Nat, then that’s okay. It’s coming home with me. You don’t even get to try my delicious smiley goodness.”

“Oh I’m heartbroken.” The assassin quipped, making all of the ladies laugh. Well, besides Morgan who was too busy playing with the raw cookie dough, and quite frankly not advanced enough to really understand what they were saying half the time. If their own husbands and male friends couldn’t keep up with them, how could one expect a three-year-old to?

Though, looking at sweet little, adorable Morgan, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little pang in her chest. She wanted that; a child. She missed being a mother more than anyone could ever know. She’s thought about trying to have more kids in the future, but it always just brings back the terrible memories. The memories of being alone during her pregnancy, of having to raise her son on her own, and most awfully, her son dying right in front of her.

Steve had mentioned it a couple of times. But he could quickly see how uncomfortable the conversation had made her, and made sure to change the topic as fast as he could. He didn’t want to pressure her if she wasn’t ready, especially because of how last time went.

He had hope, though. They both did. Y/N hoped that she could get over her own fears, and Steve hoped that he could one day prove to her that there was nothing to be afraid of. He hoped that he could prove himself worthy of a second chance. That’s all he wanted.

Until then though, they would wait. No matter how badly both of them wanted to be parents. No matter how badly they wanted to fill that little hole in their lives.

“I see nothing but females and I feel outnumbered.”

The voice of one of the people she respected most in the word brought Y/N out of her thoughts. “Tony.” She breathed out, going in for a hug from her billionaire friend.

“Hey, sweet pea.” He greeted her in return, hugging her lovingly before pulling away. “How are ya’ doing?”

The woman gave him a small smile and a couple tiny nods. “Good. You?”

“Good.” The man replied, slightly ruffling her hair before going over to greet Natasha and give Pepper a peck on the lips.

“Daddy!” Morgan cheered, and Tony picked her up, placing her on his hip.

“Exactly who I came in to see.” He chuckled, bouncing her a bit. “You ladies mind if I steal her? Daddy has a couple cool things he wants to show her.”

Pepper smiles. “Go ahead. Just make sure that your ‘cool things’ aren’t too cool.”

“She means no weaponry, Stark.” Natasha stated, knowing that he would never show his daughter that anyways. Tony was a different person now. A family person who did normal, family things.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Y/N watched as he and Morgan walked outside, wishing every bit of that for herself one day.

*****

“So, how’s Steve?”

Pepper’s question threw Y/N a bit off guard. Not because it was intrusive or unexpected; it was actually a very regular, polite thing to ask. No, it had just thrown her off guard because she knew that in fact, her husband was not doing too well.

Steve had been more sad lately. For the last few weeks, he’d seemed a bit more blue than he usually was in these times. Y/N guessed that it might have been A.J.’s birthday that threw him off, as it had just passed, but Thanos’ snap had taken place four years ago now. It couldn’t still be that, could it?

“He’s uh...” the young woman sighed, deciding to just be honest with them, “I don’t think he’s doing too great.” She watched as her friends frowned. “He’s just been a bit more sad lately, that’s all.”

“Well that’s unfortunate.” Pepper said sympathetically as Natasha nodded in agreement.

The three ladies were now sitting down in the living room, having some wine and catching up on life without having to be worried if a little child would hear.

Tony was still outside with Morgan even though it had been well over an hour now, but Pepper didn’t mind. She loved knowing that they were bonding as father and daughter.

“Yeah, well... I’m sure everything will be okay.” Y/N stated, honestly just trying to reassure herself. She hated it when her husband was upset.

“Yeah.” Natasha gave her a little smile, knowing how worried her friend could get sometimes.

It was about an hour or so later when Y/N and Natasha left the lakeside cabin, both going their own separate ways. Everyone gave each other a kiss on the cheek goodbye, including Tony and Morgan who were also going to miss the two women.

Y/N’s drive home was pretty smooth, relatively quiet. She was just looking forward to a nice, relaxing evening at home with her favourite man. Though, when she arrived, she very quickly realized that that was not going to happen.

“Steve?” She called out. “Stevie?” Again and again she shouted his name, never getting an answer in return. It was when she spotted a little note on her kitchen counter that she put it all together.

‘Just needed to clear my head. I should be home in a couple hours. Love you, doll.’

Somehow, Y/N knew exactly where he had gone and knew exactly what she needed to do.

The woman got right back in her car, hightailing it to the place that she knew Steve always went to be alone.

She knew that her going after him was kind of defeating the purpose of him even going to said place, but she had to talk to her husband. She had to figure out why he was so upset.

As soon as she had arrived, she hopped out of her car, and the shutting of her door alerted her husband of her presence.

“How’d you know where I was?” His deep voice questioned.

Y/N shrugged. “Just a hunch.” She walked up to where Steve was leaning on the railing of the old wooden bridge, the same one that he’d taken her to many years ago when he had proposed. She knew that it was still his special place and she could certainly see why. The spot was just as beautiful as the last time she had seen it.

The sky was dark, and they had a beautiful view of the stars this far away from all the city lights. Though even with all this beautiful nature in front of her, the only thing that Y/N could focus on was Steve.

“What’s going on?” She questioned, placing a gentle hand on his arm and stroking up and down. “Why have you been so sad lately?”

“You want the honest answer?” The man questioned, staring intently at the water in the lake. “Or the answer that won’t bring you down with me?”

Y/N gulped. “The honest one. Tell me everything. I want to cheer you up.” She leaned her head against his bicep, wrapping her other hand around his arm too and practically curled herself into his side. “You’ve been so distant these last few weeks. Since...”

“Since A.J.’s birthday.” Her husband finished for her. “Yeah, I know. It really... uh, it really hit me hard this year.”

She looked up at him caringly. “Any particular reason?”

“I want a kid.” Steve blurted out, deciding to just be completely honest with her about everything. He watched as her face looked almost spooked and decided to continue. “And I know, darling. I know that I have no right to ask for that again from you because of how it went last time. Believe me, I’m aware of how awful it was for you to go through that alone.” He turned so that he was fully facing her, taking both of her hands in his own. “And I know that with the trauma, you probably don’t even want to consider this again. It’s just... hearing you tell me last night that you were going to visit Tony and Pepper and... and Morgan today, it really hit me. I just want what they have so damn badly.”

Y/N nodded, small tears beginning to form in her eyes. “I want that too.”

Steve’s face instantly lightened up a bit. “Y-You do?”

“Yes.” The woman spoke, trying to blink back her tears. “I was thinking about it today too, and I really, really want a kid.”

“That-That’s great! That-”

“But I don’t think I’m ready.” She cut him off before his hopes got too high. “Not yet. Maybe soon, but... but not right now.”

“Oh.” Steve swallowed, trying not to show how disappointed he was. “Do you know when?”

Y/N puffed out a little breath. “No. But eventually.” She stepped a bit closer to him, leaning her chin right on his chest and looking up at him. “So many things didn’t go right last time. And I loved Anthony James, still love Anthony James so much, but... it was very, very hard on me emotionally. I just think that I need to completely heal from the first time before we get started on the second time.”

The man nodded, truly agreeing with every word she just said. “You’re right. I’m sorry for trying to rush you.”

She gave him a loving grin. “It’s okay. It’s nice to know that you want this. I just wish that there was a way to actually cheer you up.

Steve lightly chuckled. “Baby, just you being here was enough to cheer me up.”

Y/N gave him a small laugh, sheepishly biting her hip. “Yeah but... hmm... Oh! I have an idea!” She instantly lit up, bouncing on her toes a little. “Wait here.”

The woman ran back to her car as fast as she could before opening up the passenger side door, grabbing what she needed and jogging right back to him.

“Here.” She held out the item for him, watched as he raised his eyebrows with a smirk.

“A cookie?”

Y/N shook her head with a giggle. “No, silly. Not just any cookie, a smiley cookie!” In her hands was the special cookie that she had decorated that afternoon, chocolate chips on the top in the shape of a smiley face.

The man began to laugh at how adorable she was.

“We made cookies today at Pepper’s and I thought that it was a cute idea. I was going to eat it myself but, I think you need a smile more than I do right now.”

Steve’s heart was absolutely warmed. “You’re the sweetest, babydoll. Absolutely the sweetest.”

“I mean, maybe.” Y/N playfully shrugged, placing the cookie in his hands.

“How about we split it?” He asked, not wanting to eat it right in front of her while she had nothing.

“If you insist.”

Steve broke the cookie in half, letting her choose which side she wanted before they clinked the halves together as a form of cheers.

They ate in content silence until they were finished, and the man gave his wife a cookie crumbly kiss, wiping her mouth with his thumb afterwards.

“Thank you, Y/N. I love you.”

The woman smiled at him before leaning into his side and staring at the gorgeous stars above them, feeling a nice sense of peace wash over her. “I love you too. And there’s no need for you to thank me; I’ll always be happy to cheer you up.”

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Living with a Spy - Feysand Headcannon

Synopsis: Feyre finds out her husband of four years is a spy for the CIA. It doesn’t go over well.

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Feyre sat on the toilet, a towel pressed to her mouth to stifle her sobs, and let herself cry for the first time in three days.

For three days, she’d been stoic. The beautiful, stoic, perfect wife most men would pray for.

She knew it was driving Rhysand crazy.

She also knew she didn’t care.

He’d lost the right to be mad or disappointed or upset with her a long time ago.

She heard the sheets ruffle in their room. The room with their bed. The room she’d shared with him for almost four years.

How stupid she’d been. To sleep next to someone she didn’t even know.

Another sob escaped her.

“Baby,” he said softly from the other side of the door. “Please come out. I can hear you crying.”

She rolled her eyes, flicking him off, then wiped her tears and got up. When she opened the door, she made sure to avoid his eyes. She knew what she’d see if she looked in them-- despair and regret and love. So much love.

But it didn’t matter.

It didn’t change who he was... what he’d done. What he does.

She walked around him and crawled into bed, making sure to stay close to the edge. If he touched her, she was pretty sure she’d lose it.

He sighed, opened and closed his mouth a couple times, then got into bed and turn the light out.

“Feyre, please-”

She let out the most unbelievable snore she’d ever heard.

It was silent, then a soft chuckle reached her ears. “I know you’re awake. You don’t even snore. You’re a terrible liar.”

Another tear spilled down her cheek. “Yes,” she whispered, body shaking with held in rage and sadness, “But you’re good enough for the both of us.”

It was the first thing she’d said to him in three days, and it seemed to cut him in half.

She could tell he was running a hand over his face, contemplating how to get her to forgive him.

He’s wasting his time, she thought sadly.

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Eight hours later, she opened her eyes and knew the other side of the bed would be empty when she turned over.

He’d be downstairs by now, grabbing his thermos full of black coffee, and checking his email as he walked out the door. She knew everything about his day. About him. Or so she’d thought.

So when she turned over to find him staring straight at her, she was understandable surprised.

He looked equally as shocked as she screamed and fell out of the bed.

His deep purple eyes were concerned as he peered over the side of the bed at her. “Are you afraid of me?”

He sounded... heartbroken.

His voice, his eyes, the look on his face... it pushed her over the edge. She broke into sobs, unable to get off the floor.

“Baby,” he murmured, climbing off the floor and kneeling next to her.

The hand he laid on her shoulder, the comfort it gave her, disgusted her.

“Don’t touch me!” she yelled, getting to her feet and starting to pace.

He rose and sat on the edge of their bed, then practically growled, “What can I do? Tell me what to do to make this better.”

She whirled on him and pointed at a finger at his devastatingly beautiful face. “Four years! Four years of marriage! Of lies!”

“No! Four years of-”

“You lied to me. Every day you left for work and came back and kissed me and made love to me and slept next to me and... you lied to me. Our marriage is a lie. I don’t know you.” It was breaking her heart. He was breaking her heart.

His head dropped. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

“No, Rhys, you don’t get off that easy. You shouldn’t have told me now. You should’ve told me six years ago when we met.”

“I couldn’t tell you. They’d come after you-”

She exploded. “Don’t pretend to have lied to me every day of our marriage to protect me. I’m a grown fucking woman. I can protect myself.”

“Not from the CIA.”

“You’re a spy! You’re a liar and a spy and a murder. I sleep next to someone whose hands are covered with blood. And I’m supposed to act like that’s okay? For four years, every morning when you’ve left, I thought--I knew--you were going to the university. You know why? Because that’s what you told me! And I believed you! Like an idiot!”

Until three days ago, when she’d gone to visit him at work and learned their was no one by the name of Rhysand Azara working today.

He sprung to his feet and started pacing. If they kept this up much longer, they’d wear a hole in the floor.

“You’re not an idiot, Feyre. It’s my job to lie to people. They told me to lie to you. They created my cover at the university, and it’s important it stays in tact. You can’t tell-”

“That’s the worst part!” she yelled, furious. “You’ve made me a liar now, too! I-”

She snapped her mouth shut and grabbed her stomach, then sprinted toward the bathroom and slammed the door. She pressed the lock and threw herself down barely in time to throw up into the toilet.

He was banging on the other side of the door, which was stupid, since a spy like himself could probably pick the lock with ease.

“Let me in,” he said, faking a calm demeanor.

She ignored him.

Flushing the toilet, she stood up on shaky legs and started the shower. Hopefully he’d give up and leave for “work” by the time she got out.

Twenty minutes later, she cursed as she walked out of the bathroom and practically tripped over his long legs.

“Why are you sitting on the floor?” She smacked the top of his head in annoyance as she walked past him, surprised when it made her feel a little better.

“Feyre, I’m so sorry. Please. Forgive me. I wanted to tell you.” She looked at him, at the devastation in his eyes.

“Then you should have.”

Another wave of nausea rolled over her, and she grimaced.

“Seriously? The sight of me makes you sick now? That’s wonderful,” he said bitterly as he climbed off the ground and stalked to his closet, grabbing a sweatshirt.

“What are you doing? You aren’t going to “work”?” she asked with bite, using air quotes to punctuate her point.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “No. I’m not going to “work.” I’m going to stay here until you don’t feel like vomiting every time you look at me.”

She narrowed hers back.

Feyre knew he had more to say, knew he wanted to argue more, but she turned and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

It was probably because her husband was a liar and life had no purpose, but she didn’t feel like eating anything. In fact, everything in her fridge made her gag.

She started a pot of tea, figuring that would calm the nausea.

By the time she was dipping her tea bag into her steaming mug, her husband was sitting across from her at their kitchen table. Staring at her.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she whispered, “That time you went to Colorado for a conference... where were you really?”

He was silent. Then, “Prague.”

She nodded, gracefully accepting that their entire life was a lie. “And when you got “mugged” coming home from work?”

His eyes closed. “Feyre.”

She raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“I was taken hostage by the Chinese government, who suspected I was FBI.”

She nodded again, forcing her eyes to stay closed until she didn’t have tears in them. “How stupid of them.”

He’d been captured and tortured and she’d thought he’d been robbed.

“What’s your name?”

“What?” He sounded genuinely surprised at that.

“I’m assuming it’s a cover. That this-” she gestured to their house, to herself, to him, “is a cover. So what’s your real name?”

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, suddenly angry. “Don’t you dare tell me you believe that shit. You’re not a cover. I fell in love when I was on leave from the CIA. You know that. Don’t think for one second our marriage isn’t real.”

She shrugged.

“Feyre, baby, you know I love you. You know I do.”

“I did know that. But you don’t lie to the people you love.” She got up from the table. She didn’t know where she was going, but she couldn’t look at him any longer.

“Feyre-”

“You knew!” she whirled around, unable to keep everything inside. “You knew what it would do to me to live with a liar. That’s why you didn’t tell me. Not to protect me, but because you knew I’d been lied to, deceived, before. You knew I’d leave you if you lied to me.” She whispered the last part, but he heard her perfectly.

He sprang from his seat, seemingly coming unraveled. Rhys ran a hand through his hair, looking panicked.

“Please. Please don’t leave me. We can move. I’ll leave the CIA and we can go somewhere-”

“Rhys,” she whispered.

He stopped pacing and came to stand in front of her.

She didn’t want to, but she made herself say, “I need some time. To think. Can you...”

His usually tan and beautiful face was as white as a sheet. “You want me to leave?”

No, I want you to stay and hug me and tell me it was real. That you love me and you’re still the man I married.

She nodded.

His eyes shuttered, but he grabbed his sweatshirt and keys and left.

Feeling like a stranger in her own body, she walked back up the stairs, got in bed, and closed her eyes.

An hour later, when it was abundantly clear she wasn’t going to sleep, she sat up. Then sprinted to the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet again.

She sat back on her heels, eyes narrowed. Then she shook her head.

No no no no no no

She ran downstairs, grabbed her keys, and headed to the store.

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It was well into the night when he came back.

She heard him unlock the front door. Heard his near silent steps as he walked up to the stairs, up to their bedroom, up to the window.

“Feyre?” he asked, sticking his head out the window to find her sitting on the flat, secluded space of roof outside their window.

As he climbed out to join her, she asked, “Do you remember? Six weeks ago?”

“What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.

She leveled a look at him. “Six weeks ago. The last time we were on the roof.”

He’d waited until the darkest part of the night, then brought her outside and made love to her on the roof, under the stars. It was ridiculous and romantic and...

“Of course I remember. But what does that-”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted in a rushed whispered.

He was silent.

“I think it was the night on the roof,” she continued, ignoring his still stature. “Although, who knows, really. We have sex all the time. Sign of our super healthy relationship.” She laughed softly.

Rhysand was frozen next to her--unmoving, unspeaking.

“It’s funny, really. We tried for a year, and when shit hits the fan and I find out I’m married to a stranger, I find out I’m pregnant. Ridiculous.” Her life was a joke.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispered.

“I’m pregnant.”

“I’m going to be a father.”

She looked at him, her heart breaking into a million pieces at the look--the joy--on his face. “No.”

“Feyre-”

She shook her head. “Please don’t. Don’t make this any harder. Because if it’s any harder, I won’t make it.” She wiped a tear off her cheek, steeling herself for what she had to say. “I will not allow this baby to grow up with a father who lies and kills and manipulates people for a living. I’d rather... do it alone.”

Tears flowed out of his eyes, and he whispered, “Please don’t-”

“You have a choice, Rhysand. You can chose me, and this baby. Or you can chose your job, your career. This child will not have a father who lies to them every day of their life. This child-”

“I quit my job four hours ago,” he blurted, cutting her off.

Every thought left her head. “Oh.”

He nodded, smiling softly. “My boss threatened to neuter me, but I told him to take it up with you. I choose you, Feyre. Always. I don’t love my job, not the way I love you. I should’ve never even taken the position. I’m here. I’ll always be here. Unless you... unless you won’t let me be here.” His voice broke.

“Rhys,” she whispered.

He nodded again. “I’m so sorry I lied to you. I didn’t tell you at first because I thought it didn’t matter, that it was the same as going to work. Then I didn’t tell you because I knew... I knew it would hurt you.”

“Rhys,” she repeated.

“But I want you to know,” he said with quiet resolve. “That if it’s what you really want, I’ll leave. I won’t force you to-”

“I don’t want you to leave,” she murmured.

He paused.

“I want you to tell me everything. And I want you to never to lie to me again. About anything.”

He nodded, another tear escaping those magnificent eyes.

“I’m scared,” she admitted. “I don’t know how I can do this without you, but I can’t live with-”

“I’ll never lie to you again. I promise. And I’ll never lie to this child.”

She leaned in and grabbed either side of his face.

“If you lie to me again, Rhysand, I’ll get Nesta to kick your ass. No matter how much I love you.”

He cradled her face with both palms. “Okay.”

“And I’ll get Cassian to help,” she continued, smiling softly.

“Nesta won’t need help, but okay.” He grinned back at her.

“I love you, you stupid prick,” she murmured, sliding her hands in his hair.

He pressed his lips to hers softly. “I love you, too, Feyre darling. You’re going to be a great mom.”

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