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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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concept: being the nanny for atsumu’s children

❥warnings: cheating [fem!reader + atsumu], implied age gap, heavy angst, descriptions of sex, atsumu is kinda a dick

❦note: umm just my very nasty imagination bc id let atsumu use me <33 tee hee

you’re thrilled when you get the job. it’s well-paying and a prestigious job to be the new nanny for the pro-volleyball player miya atsumu’s twin sons, especially when you’re just fresh out of university. they’re a sweet family; his wife is a beautiful socialite who welcomes you so kindly into her home, the twin sons are two chubby, rosy-cheeked babies under the age of one and finally, miya atsumu is a god. there’s no argument about it.

you find it hard to stop your eyes from raking all over his body whenever he’s around but it’s hard to control it. and he seems to always be at home- you’ll be feeding the children in their high chairs in the kitchen when he comes in just a towel, blond hair wet from his shower and leaking droplets all over his chiselled abs.

“just a bit thirsty.” he grins as he reaches for the juice, but you don’t miss his lazy brown eyes flickering up the length of your body, sending butterflies shooting through you.

he’s always happy to indulge in a conversation- he tells you about his teammates and training and whilst his wife is busy attending parties and gatherings, atsumu spends his free time at home. it’s not unusual for him to join you and the children on the couch when they’re watching an animated film, stealing your attention away with his dazzling smile. and he knows all the right things to say. “have you done your hair differently today? it looks so pretty.” and “you’re such a smart girl- your boyfriend is a lucky man.” and he always looks so surprised when you shyly tell him you don’t have a boyfriend, you never have. it doesn’t take a long time for your heart to start racing every time you see atsumu around the house. after all, he’s eager to know all your interests and hobbies and the compliments that fall from his lips, his sparkling eyes very carefully checking you out, just always sends a thrill rushing through you. he has such a beautiful wife, a beautiful home and a perfect family- but all he cares about is you.

but the perfect family is just a facade you soon learn. his wife is scarcely at home- you barely see the beautiful woman but atsumu always seems to be around. and soon he’s there even when he has no reason to be, when the children are fast asleep in their cots, leaving you with rare free time.

“looks and money aren’t everything, y/n.” atsumu sighs as he shuffles closer to you on the couch. “i love my children, but i just don’t feel in love with her.” all his worries come flooding out to you, anxiety and pain etched on his face that you just can’t resist offering your hand but he wants more. you don’t deny him pressing against you, clinging to you in a tight hug as he trusts you. “she doesn’t get me. she doesn’t feel right. she’s not like you, you always listen to me so well. i feel so right with you.”

the first kiss was so sweet. he cupped your face gently, rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin of your cheeks and gazed into your eyes. “you’re so good to me, y/n.” he murmured before his cherry lips pressed against yours. it felt so wrong but so right to sit there on his lap in his living room, letting his tongue slide against yours as you thread your fingers through his blond curls, letting him grope your ass with his wedding band pressing into you. even with your eyes fluttered shut and atsumu’s tongue licking against your mouth and his teeth clinging to your bottom lip, his wife’s face floods your mind. but she hurts him. she isn’t a good wife to him, a good mother, she just isn’t right. they may have been closer in age, closer in status, looked like they suited better but it’s all wrong.

it feels wrong, to be kissing a married, older man, for your first kiss but the sweetness on his lips is too addictive to let go.

“you’re not like her.” he whispers, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear tenderly. “you care for me, you care for my kids- you’re so right.”

you don’t mind so much then to push the guilt from your mind and let him bite and suck a line of purple bruises along the column of your throat.

it doesn’t end there. it’s hard to control the flustered look that overcomes you every time you see atsumu and his wife is there; you have to hold back the smiles that threaten to spread across your face when he winks at you subtly behind her and your legs press together as you recall all the time you spend alone together. the wonderful times alone when the children are asleep or occupied with the television- atsumu’s fingers stuffed in your cunt, curling and reaching far deeper than your own can and rubbing at your spongy walls till you drench his fingers in his cum; his face buried between your legs, licking and sucking relentlessly and coaxing out orgasm after orgasm till you’re a spent mess squirting over him and making his face a sticky mess of saliva and slick and the best is when the two of you are both too desperate, rutting against each other through the layers of fabric, your clothed cunt humping his hardened cock and kissing messily till the pleasure builds too high.

you’re not sure if his wife knows but she always narrows her eyes a little whenever she’s around the two of you, her lips drawing into a thin line and you’re wary of her eyes scrutinising you and atsumu. she listens to your little jokes, she sees the faint hickeys you try to hide under layers of concealer and watches atsumu’s hand tenderly press against the small of your back but it’s not enough for her to speak up, or perhaps she doesn’t care.

but the weekend she goes away on an overnight trip, you’re left with atsumu alone. you don’t work weekends but you still stay, giddy with excitement. the moment the children are fast asleep in their cribs, atsumu is all over you. his kisses are sweet, lips tasting of the wine you’ve been sipping on and his hands roam all over your body, dragging you onto his lap.

“i need you now.” he murmurs against your lips. he carries you to his bedroom, not waiting to strip you to your underwear and he groans at the sight of your young body all splayed out for him in new lingerie.

“you’re so beautiful. so gorgeous.” he’s hungry as he kisses you and you know it’s been a while- things are probably stale and stagnant with his wife now. or maybe he’s just not interested in her anymore, he doesn’t love her like he loves you, and his hard throbbing cock rutting against you shows that exactly. and it gives you a thrill to fuck a married man in the bed he shares with his wife, an older man who you’re not supposed to be doing this.

but he does fuck you, and it’s the best first time you could possibly ever imagine. he fucks you fast and hard with deep strokes, his cock long and thick and hitting all the right spots that you’re a fucked out drooling mess with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his teeth mark hickeys all down your throat and tits and the possessive grip he clings to your thighs is enough to bruise but you’re too addicted, and with the amount of times he makes you cum on his fingers and tongue, you can’t help squirting a huge mess over him when he makes you cream all over his cock. and just as you’re catching your breath when he’s holding you in his arms, pressing tender kisses to your temple, you feel his cock hardening again against your ass and a smile stretching across his face as he slowly starts to grind against you.

the guilt is always so easily overpowered by your lust. and soon it develops into love.

“i know it’ll be difficult, because you’re so young.” atsumu murmurs gently as he brushes the hair out of your face and kisses your forehead sweetly. “but we can make this work. it’ll be a mess but i'll do it, i’ll divorce her and we can be together properly.”

it’s your ideal life. it’s funny how fate works out, how you were so desperate for a job you applied for anything and everything and this nannying job was the best. this is how you meet your soulmate.

when atsumu calls you down into the kitchen you expect this is it. he’s sat at the kitchen table with his wife, solemn expressions etched on their face and you have to resist the urge to smile. he’s going to tell her, he’s going to ask for a divorce and she’ll be gone. you’ll be all atsumu’s and he’ll be all yours.

“tell her, honey.” his wife says. she can barely look at you, her eyes dipping down to the floor. but atsumu is brazen. he stares directly into your eyes, watching carefully for all your hopes and dreams, for your heart to shatter.

“y/n, we’re firing you. we don’t want you to be a nanny for our children anymore.”

their weddings rings gleam in the light as their hands twine together and you’re discarded as nothing more than an easy whore.

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seasonschange-butpeopledont · 3 years

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Everyday Heroes

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Warnings: A few curse words, an explosion, implied injury, depressed reader, minor character death, grief, and a bit of pining

Word Count: 3,364

Author’s Note: This got out of hand and apparently I only know how to write hopeless pining. Do we agree that Marcus gives off Clark Kent vibes or am I alone in this?

Summary: The three times you discovered Marcus Moreno was a hero.

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When you’d left the house that morning, the heels you wore had seemed like a great idea.

You were headed in for your first day at your new job and you wanted to make a good impression by wearing what you perceived to be your most professional outfit. You’d made it to the coffee shop down the street from your apartment with minimal difficulty, though you were certain to have blisters on your feet by the end of the day. Thankfully, your receptionist position meant that you would spend the majority of your day more or less chained to the front desk, answering phones, taking messages, scheduling appointments, and greeting visitors.

You didn’t know much about Vil-Tech. You’d googled them before your first interview, of course- you weren’t a total idiot and you’d never dare show up unprepared, especially when you needed this job so badly- but your search had yielded only a few results. Most of what you’d found had been articles from the newspaper. The researchers at the lab had, apparently, recently had some success in clean energy technology. Protons, neutrons, particle accelerators, electromagnetic fields… You knew nothing about it, really, but it sounded impressive. And clean energy had to be good, right? When they’d hired you, it hadn’t seemed like a big deal that you knew next to nothing about the company itself. They were only looking for a receptionist, after all, not a scientist. If they’d wanted you to know exactly what was going on in the floors above you, you were sure that they would have let you know.

With your coffee in hand, you made your way towards the Vil-Tech building. All in all, it seemed like the universe was on your side this morning. You’d woken up early enough to make yourself look decent. Your favorite barista had made your coffee just the way you liked it, and it even looked like you would be early for work.

And then it all seemed to happen in slow motion.

The upper half of your body was already moving forward, even as the heel of your shoe remained firmly wedged in the sidewalk crack. You felt the coffee sloshing around in the stainless steel travel mug in your hands, threatening to douse your crisp white blouse in the steaming beverage. You blindly threw your hand out in front of you, bracing yourself to hit the concrete and thinking to yourself that this was just one of those days when this might as well happen.

But the harsh impact you’d prepared yourself for never came.

It had taken you a moment to process that someone had caught you. Someone with impeccable reflexes, it seemed, as not only had they rescued you from taking a humiliating fall in the middle of a busy sidewalk, but they also managed to save your coffee without spilling a drop. To say that you were impressed by the feat was an understatement.

But when you looked up at your savior, you were damn near speechless.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his dark eyes finding yours from beneath his black-framed glasses. And, other than the approximately thirty-seven heart attacks you’d had in the span of 2.5 seconds only moments before, you found yourself nodding in confirmation.

“I’m fine. I… Thank you,” You breathed out, a warm, tingly feeling spreading out from your chest and right down to your toes. Gods, he had the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. He appeared to be somewhere in his mid-forties, and wore a leather jacket with his slacks and tie, a combination you’d never quite seen before, but decided suited him quite well.

“Are you sure? You look a little dizzy,” He noted. His arm was still around your waist, and you were grateful for it, because you didn’t quite trust the integrity of your knees at the moment.

After a few moments, which had exceeded the socially acceptable amount of time to moon over a stranger while clutching their remarkably toned biceps for dear life by a long-shot, your brain finally seemed to catch up to the rest of you, and promptly flooded your thoughts with embarrassment. You released your death-grip on his arms immediately, trying to maintain your dignity as you yanked your heel from the concrete crevice in a distinctly unladylike manor. All the while, the handsome stranger remained right there, dutifully holding your coffee and trying his best to hide the amusement in his eyes with a polite smile.

Taking a deep breath and smoothing out your outfit, you nodded at him once again. “I’m fine,” You said in what you hoped was your most composed voice. He promptly handed you your coffee, and you swore you felt electricity when his fingers brushed against yours.

“Glad to hear it,” He remarked, “That would have been a nasty fall.”

“Nice save, Clark,” You joked, attempting your most charming smile. Were you flirting? Could you even consider this flirting?

“Clark?” He repeated, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“You know, Clark Kent… with the glasses and... lightning-fast reflexes… saving me from an incredibly embarrassing moment?” You explained weakly. It wasn’t as if you’d never spoken to an attractive man before, but it seemed that the universe was decidedly not on your side this morning after all.

“Superman?” Another smile found its way to his face. He seemed flattered by your comment. “My daughter loves those comics.” At the mention of his daughter, your eyes quickly darted down to his left hand. There was no wedding ring there, but it was clear that there had been one there in the past.

“Well, your daughter has excellent taste. And we could all use a few more heroes in our lives, right?” You sighed wistfully, before adding, “Thank you, by the way.”

“It was no big deal,” He assured you. “I’m always happy to help a pretty lady in need.”

You laughed quietly at the last part, finding the cheesiness of it adorable. You weren’t quite sure why you were still lingering on the street corner, except that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to walk away just yet. He seemed equally as reluctant to part from you, both of you grinning shyly at one another as you soaked in the meet-cute moment. Right up until his eyes fell to the ID badge clipped to your bag, that is.

“Is that a Vil-Tech badge?”

There was a hint of disappointment in his tone that you couldn’t quite assign a cause for. It wasn’t the question you were expecting. You’d expected him to ask your name, or maybe offer you his, but you could practically see the gears turning in his head by now, so you humored him.

“Yep,” You confirmed. “It's my first day. I’m just a receptionist, though…”

He nodded slowly, his eyebrows pinching together. He didn’t even try to hide his frown. What was it about Vil-Tech that seemed to bother him so much?

“I’m really sorry, but I’m running late for work,” He said finally, nodding in the direction you had just come from. He turned his attention back to you, his eyes staring into yours as he spoke with the utmost seriousness. “Good luck on your first day, and… Look after yourself, okay? Vil-Tech might not be what you think it is.”

And with that, he brushed past you, seemingly in quite a hurry as he disappeared into the crowd and left you standing there, disappointment sinking deep into your bones.

You didn’t even get his name.

***

You didn’t see him again for a month.

Not that you often thought about him or his dreamy eyes and ridiculously charming smile or his strong arms around your waist. And definitely not that you sometimes idly wondered where he was and how his day was going while you were grocery shopping or stuck at the laundromat.

Okay, maybe you did.

Maybe you went to that same coffee shop every week day, hoping that you might bump into him again.

And maybe you sometimes imagined those eyes staring into yours and arms around you in situations where you weren’t making a complete fool of yourself.

You felt silly for being that girl. The one who falls hopelessly in love with strangers you pass on the streets, with anyone who thinks that anyone who so much as holds the door open for you could be your true love. You were a grown up, for goodness sake. You weren’t supposed to believe in that kind of thing anymore.

But it was those ridiculous daydreams you found yourself caught up in when a team of Heroics stormed into Vil-Tech on a Tuesday afternoon.

“I apologize, sir, but Dr. Pershing is out of the office today…” You sighed, listening to the supplier ramble on and on about the importance of Dr. Pershing returning his call. You had already scribbled the message down, along with his name and phone number. “Yes, I’ll be sure to give him the message.” It was difficult to hide the exasperation in your tone.

“That’s what you said the last time,” The man snapped. “Pershing didn’t return my calls for a week. I don’t know why they can’t hire someone who knows how to take a message properly. God knows they’ve got the money for it.”

You tapped the tip of your pen against the notepad on your desk, feeling a lump beginning to form in your throat. “I apologize, Mr. Wells. I’ll make sure that Dr. Pershing gets your message as soon as he returns.”

“You’d better,” He grumbled, before the line went dead.

You let out a slow breath, easing yourself back from the edge of tears. It had been like this all morning. The scientists in the building were off at a conference for the week, leaving you behind to copy down messages and field angry phone calls.

Stan, the elderly security guard, if you could call him that, offered you a sympathetic smile from his post by the door. You returned it weakly.

Closing your eyes, you tried to think of something else. Brown eyes, charming smile, strong arms. You repeated it like a mantra. Electricity. The feeling of safety. That warm, fluttering feeling in your stomach, and a rush of calm.

When you opened your eyes again, you found Stan staring slack-jawed as the Heroics sprinted into the building, announcing to you, Stan, and the maintenance staff that you all needed to clear the building immediately. They offered no explanation for their frantic demands, but when a guy in spandex and a cape tells you to go, you go. You were sure that, whatever it was, you’d be able to catch the reason for the strange event on the news later that evening. You’d watched them destroy city hall enough times from the comfort of your living room to be sure that you wanted out of this building as soon as possible.

But, given that this was your first call-the-Heroics-level emergency, it seems that your idea of immediacy was a bit different from theirs. In the time that it had taken you to grab your jacket, shove your laptop in your purse, and sling the bag over your shoulder, you had already been tackled to the ground by some idiot in a tactical vest.

You don’t remember much about the explosion.

You’d later learn that Vil-Tech Labs dealt in more than just technological innovation. The research they’d been conducting while locked away in the uppermost floors of the building, all of that gibberish involving the off-site particle accelerator you’d read about, was both sinister and invaluable. Rather than letting the Heroics get their hands on their files to uncover their plans and stop them from being set in motion, they’d decided to set off an explosion in their own goddamn building. And thanks to that ‘idiot in a tactical vest’, you were one of the only survivors.

But in the meantime, while you were lying on your back in the middle of the lobby feeling like you’d been hit by a train, you were clueless about the nefarious action of the company you’d spent the last month working for. The only thing you could seem to focus on was the pain in your head from where you’d smacked it against the tile flooring, and the weight of the fully grown man on top of you that was currently restricting your breathing.

You must have hit your head even harder than you thought, because there was no way in hell the man who’d been starring in all of your daydreams for months was here, now, on top of you, with katanas strapped to his back. You refused to accept that as a reality. Would he even remember you? Why would he? Apparently, the man you’d developed a stupid little crush on was a superhero. He probably helped people all of the time and you were just another-

“What the fuck?” You finally hissed, gasping for air. The air was smokey and it stung your eyes and nose when you inhaled.

His breathing hitched slightly when you looked up at him, the look of fear clear on your face. “You okay?” He asked, still hovering above you as he pushed himself up on his elbows, careful to avoid the shattered glass that now seemed to cover every flat surface in sight.

“I’m… reasonably certain I’m not dead,” You replied, an edge of panic in your voice, which was a bit shakier than you would have liked. “What’s happening? I don’t- I don’t understand- Where is Stan-” You coughed, your lungs burning.

You idly wondered how long you had before the building started to collapse, its structural integrity surely compromised by the explosion. Of all the ways you could die, being buried alive was up there with the ones you dreaded the most. Your growing panic must have been obvious.

“Hey, calm down,” He reassured you. “I’m going to get you out of here. You’re going to be just fine.”

The room was still spinning when you felt yourself being scooped up into his arms, the edges of your vision growing more and more fuzzy with each breath you took.

“We have got to stop meeting like this, Clark” You murmured. You swear you feel, rather than hear, a laugh rumble in his chest just before the world goes dark. Maybe he did remember you after all.

***

It’s only a little more than a week later, long after you’ve woken up in the hospital and been discharged, that you find yourself sitting in the coffee shop down the street. It’s a Thursday morning, and you’re staring blankly into your vanilla latte.

You aren’t sure why you’re up so early. The doctors had ordered you to take it easy, and it’s not like you had a job to go to anymore. You could have slept in, made your own coffee at home, and stayed curled up on your couch watching Netflix and hiding from the rest of the world like you had been for the past week. You felt horrible that you’d been associated with a place like Vil-Tech. You should have known that something was off about the place, but you’d never realized it, never bothered to look into anything when things seemed off. You felt so stupid for it now. Were you just as bad as the rest of them? Sure, all you’d done was answer phones for them, but…

Stan, your only friend at Vil-Tech, the kind man who had shared half of his sandwich at lunch with you more times than you could count and always had a smile for you when he greeted you in the mornings, had never made it out of the building. You supposed that you should consider yourself lucky that the Heroics had saved you, but the loss of your friend and the knowledge that Vil-Tech was certainly not what you thought it was, had shaken you.

You’d felt different when you woke up this morning. Like, maybe, leaving your apartment and getting some fresh air wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Your favorite barista had smiled sympathetically when you walked through the doors. You must have looked as bad as you felt. Considering you hadn’t showered since you’d gotten home from the hospital, you were sure that you were quite a sight.

“Good morning!” She greeted, mustering up her cheeriest demeanor for you. “The usual, right?”

You nodded, not quite making eye contact as you handed her your card to pay. She quickly waved you off.

“It’s on the house today, hon. And I insist that you take this chocolate chip muffin. I’ll make you feel better.”

Your heart ached at her kindness, the act almost forcing tears in your eyes once again. That was the thing that you realized over the past few days. The Heroics were great, but there were plenty of everyday heroes out there as well. Sometimes it was Ashely the Barista, who scribbles a smiley face and a compliment on your cup on the mornings that seem particularly rough. Sometimes it was Stan the Security Guard, who offers to teach you sudoku on your lunch breaks. And sometimes it was a stranger you passed on the street, who catches you when you fall.

You sat down at a table in the corner of the coffee shop, your vanilla latte and chocolate chip muffin sat out in front of you, untouched for the moment. You didn’t usually sit down to have your coffee, but you had nowhere to be today, and you were finding that you appreciated not being alone for a while.

You heard the bells above the door jingle, signaling that a new customer had entered the shop. You looked up to see a man with dark hair and a familiar leather jacket walking towards the barista to place his order. You listened closely as he gave his name for his order, though you’d heard it plenty of times on the news this week. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips for the first time in over a week.

Marcus Moreno, your own personal Superman.

You hadn’t meant to stare, but it was undeniably strange to see the man who had saved you not once, but twice, doing something as mundane as making his morning coffee run. After he paid, he turned towards the groupings of tables and chairs, searching for a place to sit while he waited for his drink to be ready. When his eyes landed on you, you raised your hand in a small wave. You were nervous about how he’d react to seeing you here. You had no doubt that he recognized you this time.

You weren’t exactly sure what the protocol was for meeting a real-life superhero again after they had saved your life. Were you supposed to pretend not to know each other? Should you have paid for his coffee? Did you make a public declaration to name your first born child after him?

To your surprise, he simply smiled back at you with the most heart-stopping, breathtaking smile you’d ever seen in your life, and returned your wave. It was as simple as that, you thought. Marcus Moreno, the superhero with katanas at this back and a team of Heroics at his side, the closest thing to Superman you’d ever met, was impressive. But Marcus Moreno, the helpful man with a kind, beautiful smile and warm, friendly eyes, whose mere existence had never failed to cheer you up? He was magnificent. An everyday hero, indeed.

He made this way through the crowd and over to your table, gesturing to the seat across from you as if to ask for your permission to sit down. You nodded, feeling a sense of warmth blossoming in your chest. The same way you’d felt when you saw him for the first time. The same feeling that you’d been dreaming about for months.

Hope, you realized.

“Hi,” He greeted. “I, uh, I never caught your name. I’m Marcus Moreno.”

As you gave him your name, you decided that maybe you could start by just saying thank you.

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caxsthetic · 4 years

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Completely Lost

Miya Atsumu x F!Reader

There will be a day when happiness could finally come to his life. But it’s just not now.

Pt. 3 < Epilogue

"You know? I think I never want you to be out of my life."

Miya Atsumu remembered well the first time he confessed those words to you. It was in his first year of high school when life was so much easier. That time, you were walking home with him and his twin after their practice. And after days contemplating himself about the right way to make you his, he decided to just go with it.

It was sweet, how he demanded you to be his. How his thumb grazed your lips to ask for permission before crashing it on yours when your orbs glinted with love. Two people with the same feelings, there was nothing that stopped you from being together. His life felt one hundred percent better with you as his lover. You were together for more than a year, and those days were the best moment in his life.

Yet he just had to ruin it.

Blinding by his pride, he insulted you, stomping on your heart while the only thing that you wanted was just to be there for him. He hurt you, spitting unforgivable words in order to make you go away. All because he was ashamed to face you after his loss, and his pride was just too large to the point it caused him to self-destruct.

Then he remembered how his twin told him about his own feelings towards you, the same girl who was now grown up to be a wonderful lady. You were now walking slowly towards his twin, a smile adorned your face as your eyes fixated on the black haired man that he called his brother. You looked so majestic today, with the white dress wrapping perfectly around your figure.

Sweat kept trickling down his face as he practiced for the next tournament. He didn't stop for hours, knowing for sure he would fight against the best setter in the country. He was so grateful to have teammates that were as competitive as him, accompanying him to practice until late at night without once emitted complaint.

"Oi, Tsum-Tsum!" He turned his head to the sideline after giving a toss to one of his teammates, "Your phone is ringing!"

"Who is it?" He screamed out and put his hands on his hips, trying to catch as much oxygen as he could. His teammate, who was the ace of the team, looked at his phone to see the caller ID.

"Oh, it's Miya-san!" The setter blinked, wondering why his twin decided to call him this late at night. Osamu rarely called, it must be something important to make his twin call him, "Should I answer first?"

"Yes, tell him I would be there in a second." Atsumu walked to grab a towel, dabbing his head with it and wrapped it around his neck. He decided to grab a bottle of mineral water before heading towards the ace.

He wondered what might be the news about, it's been months since his twin released his business. Everything was going smoothly for the two of them. And he was happy, to know that the ex-wing spiker was now battling in his real arena. (Even if it took him a whole year to see that.)

"Oh, he's here! And congratulations, Miya-san!" The ace immediately gave the phone to Atsumu who was now raising one of his eyebrows because of the words that he just heard. He sensed something when his twin decided to call him. He thought it was some bad news at first, but hearing the ace congratulate his twin, it must be great news instead — at least, at least for one of them.

"Oi, Samu." There was a smile shaped on his face in an instant every time he talked with the owner of the Onigiri Miya, feeling at home already no matter how far they were apart, "I conclude this is going to be good news, right? Since Bokkun congratulated you and such."

"Yeah, yeah it is." Somehow, Atsumu could know that his twin was smiling so wide on the other line, "Hey, 'Tsumu." He decided to sit on the bench now once his name was called. He didn't know why, but it felt like he needed to prepare his heart.

"Yes, Samu?"

"She said yes."

Atsumu suddenly felt like he was in some kind of illusion, everything felt so unreal, and he couldn't quite process the meaning behind those three words that he just heard from his twin. He knew, he understood very well, but the other side of him just could not accept it.

"W-What do you mean?"

"I-I proposed to her tonight," He could hear a sigh from the other line, and Atsumu didn't know it was either a sigh of relief, or a sigh of guilt. "And she said yes."

The setter almost choked with the information that he just got. Six years has passed since he let you go for his twin. But he couldn't eliminate the sizzling ache inside his heart right now.

And Osamu knew, he knew too well that the setter never moved on from your love, at least not completely. Every time they talked about you, it would always end up with Atsumu almost tearing up. Even though the volleyball player already tried to suppress his feelings, at the end, he failed miserably.

Maybe it's because the bond between twins was indestructible, and somehow ever since you came into their life, Osamu would become more observant when it comes to Atsumu. So if anything, he knew too well that the setter could still get the aching feeling in his heart, even right now as he shared the news.

"O-Oh! That's great news indeed!" Atsumu's voice broke the silence, "I am so happy for the two of you!" It was not really him that was talking, it was his coping mechanism, the side that he put when he tried to hide his broken state, "How was it? Tell me what you did, Samu."

"'Tsumu."

"Did you serenade her? Ah no, that's impossible."

"Atsumu.”

"Oh! I know, you must have cooked the best food for her, right?"

"ATSUMU!"

The setter was taken aback by the outburst, he let out a long sigh when he realised that he was just rambling. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the tears that were already forming on his eyes. Atsumu never cried, at least not about anything else, it only happened when the topic spun around you.

"I am sorry, Tsu-"

"No, don't say that. You didn't do anything wrong." He wiped his cheek with the towel that was wrapped around his neck from before, didn't want anyone else to see him like this, "I-I am really happy for you, for the two of you."

Osamu was speechless, he knew that his twin was genuine. But he couldn't help but sensed the sorrow that was dripping in every word that just blurted out from his twin's lips.

"Thank you, Tsumu." It was always like this, him thanking his twin for letting you go. Osamu may endure the pain for the first five years of loving you, but now, his twin was the one who needed to endure the feelings for you, for god knows how long.

"Meh, it's all your victory, Samu." The setter was now calmed down a little. He couldn't show how much the information hurt him, not in front of someone that he deeply cared for. Tonight was Osamu's night, for getting your hand in marriage, the start of a journey that may last forever.

So it's not his place to be the victim, it's not his place to show the pain, it's not his place to snatch the joy from his twin. The black haired man had done so much for him, and he must do the same. He just needs to endure the pain, one more time.

"Have you set the wedding date?"

He stood up once he saw you and his twin walked gracefully in the middle of the reception venue. Everyone was clapping once they all saw the newlywed couple finally arrived, looking so happy with arms linked to each other.

Atsumu could only gazed at the two, heart beating so fast as he saw how beautiful you look today. You were so breathtaking, a smile never leaves your face due to the fact you have got the love that would last forever, something that had been your dream since teenage years.

No matter how much he had tried to keep his imagination away, it was all falling apart once he saw you. He imagined himself to be the one who put the ring in your finger, to be the one who kissed you every day, to be the one who felt your love until the end of time.

But he let those dreams slip between his fingers, and now you were standing there with someone that he deeply cared for. There was no regret, it was the path that he chose once he knew that his twin felt the same towards you.

He had no regret, because now the two best people in his life would be happy together.

Atsumu was really lost in thought, his gaze could only focus on you. The table that he was on right now consisted of him with his high school volleyball team. They were the people who were there when you still belong to him, and they couldn't help but feel worried for the setter.

There were tears brimming in his eyes as he clapped and laughed over something that the wedding host threw at the audience. But all of his friends knew the only thing that occupied his mind right now. His smile may be so genuine, but it would show a glimpse of pain once in a while.

Atsumu didn't even realise that it was now the time to dance. He stood up, searching for his twin to congratulate him. His eyes scanned the crowd and looked around at the same time to take notes of the decoration and such — Maybe for his own wedding someday but somehow he doubted that — It's not much around here, and he chuckled because he knew too well that his twin didn't want an extravagant venue, the ex-wing spiker just wanted the wedding to be just right.

But in the middle of his quest, he was stopped at the sight of you. You were greeting your friends here and there, your smile didn't falter even after hours since the ceremony. And when you finally looked up and caught his gaze, time seemed to freeze around him.

He thought you would turn your head away immediately, so he didn't expect you to walk towards him instead. There was a faint smile on your face as you walked, and he couldn't help but hold his breath when you finally stood in front of him.

"Atsumu." Your voice was gentle, greeting the now shocked man, "You okay there?" No, I am not. But he was just silent, staring at your gorgeous complexion within close range. You were chuckling at his awkward stance, not even thinking that this man could ever act like this.

"I-I am okay," He cursed himself for even stuttering. But then he heard you laugh, and maybe him being a total idiot in front of you was worth it, "Congratulations, (Y/n)." The song played in the background as the two of you stood there. It was a classic old song, but being sung by someone else. And right now as he stared at you, he couldn't help but wanted to ask you to dance.

He contemplated this, would it be okay for him to even steal the first dance from his twin? He had a gut feeling that Osamu wouldn't mind, but it felt not right. That and the fact of you turning him down was haunting his mind right now.

"Want to dance with me, Atsumu?" He was now standing there dumbfounded as he could not believe the question that was thrown for him. Even after all these years, somehow you still managed to amaze him, "Even though we haven't talked for years, it doesn't mean that I lost my mind-reading ability." He snorted at your joke. It was true though, you knew him like the back of your hand. As if never to be in touch for so long could waive the bond that was once laced perfectly.

"Is that okay?" Atsumu was being considerate over Osamu feelings, and you knew this. So you had to be the one who pulled him to the dance floor, slipping through the inner circle in between dresses and suits, "Samu will kill me."

"Mhm, maybe." You joked and put your hands on top of his shoulders as he timidly put his hand on your hips. "Don't be so stiff, Atsumu!" How could he not? It's been years since the last time he saw you. And now as you were so close to him, his mind racing for the sole fact that he could do things that weren't supposed to happen.

But the song and the atmosphere calmed him down within a second. You were now the only thing that existed in this world; at least that's what he felt right now. You close your eyes and just sway your body slowly, enjoying the song and dance.

At that moment, Atsumu just wanted to cry. It was your perfect wedding idea, to dance with anyone you care about, throwing the bouquet after this, then ending it with a toast. Just that simple.

"Hey, (Y/n)." You looked up, eyes staring at the brown orbs who was now looking at you with the same gaze that he gave you all those years ago.

Shall I stay?

"I am sorry, for that day." You knew what day that he meant, and you smiled at this, "I am sorry for just saying it now. Years, I am such an idiot." He chuckled to hide the pain, so he didn't have to make you worried.

Would it be a sin?

"No matter what happened, I still want to keep you in my life forever." There's a veiled meaning behind those words, "And thanks to Samu, my wish had been granted!"

If I can't help

"So, yeah... I am sorry for what I have done to you," His brown eyes were glossy now, "I hope you will always be with him."

Falling in love with you

"Because now you finally have the love that will last forever." Your pupils dilated a little when he said those words, not believing that he still remembered the words that once came out from your lips.

You couldn't believe it, eyes frantic as you realised the hidden message behind his words. Miya Atsumu was still in love with you, even after all these years, "Atsumu, I-"

"May I have this dance?" Your husband suddenly appeared beside you, and Atsumu could see how your eyes calmed down instantly at the sight of his twin. He then took your hand from his shoulders and gave it to the happiest person in this room.

"She's all yours, Samu." Atsumu winked at you, trying to reassure you that he would be alright, "You were gone so I couldn't help but steal her away for a minute." He teased his twin, making the poor man send him an annoyed glare.

But it changed right when the grey orbs fell to your figure. Osamu's whole demeanour changed as he was now the one who put their hands on your hips. From that action, you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, closing the gap as you put your head at the crook of his neck.

Atsumu bowed a little and walked away from the couple, searching for a drink to calm his heartbeat. With a glass of champagne on his hand, he walked back to his seat, sipping slowly as his brown eyes were back to the sight of you and his twin, dancing in the middle of the room without a care for this world.

When the realisation finally hit him, he broke down right when his high school friends were back to the seat. His ex-captain handed him a tissue and said nothing. They let him cry, pouring all of his pain that he endured for these past few years since he let you go.

It was painful when the truth seeped into his heart. It was his dream to keep you in his life, but this is not the scenario that he had when he confessed those words to you all of those years ago.

He wanted you to be a Miya, but it was his name that he wanted on the wedding certificate, not his twin. This was not the ending that he wanted, this was not in his mind when he kissed you that night.

But it was the best choice that he ever made in his life.

He straightened his posture, hearing his name as the host called out to him. He didn't realise that it was time to give a toast. After dabbing his eyes to erase any remaining tears, he took a deep breath and strided into the stage, didn't forget to bring a glass of champagne in his hand.

Atsumu looked at his twin who was now having his arm circled around your waist. It was a sight to behold, the sight that he wanted to be unfolded as he made the decision that day he let you go.

You looked so happy, in the arms of someone who you were sure will love you forever. For the people out there, forever may be a long time, but if it was spent with the right person, it would be a bliss until the end of the day.

If he could let you go before, maybe he could let your heart go even though it means you have his heart as you walk into your own journey with his twin. Osamu gave him a reassuring smile, eyes lingered with gratitude as he gazed towards the setter.

If he couldn't love another person except you, then may it be, he was ready. Because for him, watching the two people that he loved the most were happy together was something that he wouldn't trade for anything.

He let out the heavy heart that he felt with a sigh and smiled, embracing the future that would come in his way,

"Hello everyone! May I please have your attention for just a few brief, heartfelt moments as we toast for the lovely bride and groom?"

And that time as he smiled genuinely to the crowd, everything just felt so right.

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soramel · 3 years

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Chained to You (Part 4)

genre: angst, romance, unconventional relationship warning: eventual smut A/N: cross-posted; the story continues at Part 18 in wattpad;

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Drumming your fingers on the steering wheel, you unconsciously bit your lip as you tried to sort your thoughts out. You even closed your eyes... forehead scrunched in confusion as your failed attempt to detach yourself from all the happenings irritated you more.

So what if he has a woman?

It shouldn't be surprising at all because he's accomplished, has a good family background, and for sure, the looks that everyone would kill for.

Did I just admit that he's attractive?

You scoffed at the thought. Those sleepless nights you spent on analyzing worksheets after worksheets finally altered how your brain functions.

Your phone rang, pulling you out of your reverie. Its noise cutting through the deafening silence in your parked SUV. Then a knock came through the window, startling you. "Fuck!" you said out loud, clutching your chest.

It was your bodyguard. "Saeho!" you shouted at him sounding annoyed but it only muffled through the car door.

Taking a quick glance at your phone, you saw it was the devil you were just thinking about seconds ago. Instead of taking the call, you chose to open the window instead and talk to Saeho.

"What?" you snapped at him, also wondering how he found you so fast.

"You need to head back inside, Ma'am," he said in a stern voice, not liking the disappearing act you pulled.

You sighed and said, "I know. Just give me a break."

He watched you lean your head back on the headrest as you try to recollect yourself. The ringing of the phone just ended when it rang again with the same caller id. With a drag, you handed out the device to Saeho, but he just looked at it.

With another nudge of the phone in the air, he took it slowly from your hand.

"Sir," he answered as he put it by his ear.

There was a pause before Taehyung spoke up.

"Where is she?" he asked, his voice laced with darkness that even made a big man like Saeho gulp.

"She's safe, sir. We're in the basement parking. She's inside her car. She gave me her phone for me to answer," he explained.

"Get her back here. Now."

Then you heard the line cut off.

Saeho handed back the phone to you and pleaded for you to follow his boss' order. "Ma'am, this way, please," his voice having a more hint of emotion now as he snuck in his arm through the window to unlock your door.

With a huff, you alighted from the vehicle and passed him your purse.

Saeho followed your steps, taking an enough distance from you like he always does. You suddenly stopped from your tracks and faced him again.

"I can't really go back there this soon. I'm still annoyed," you wondered out loud, leaving the man in conflict. It really is indeed difficult to serve two masters at once. He didn't know what happened when he saw you rushing down the hall and it was not his place to ask why. But he was smart enough to deduce the reason behind your act.

He might not show it but he feels bad for you, but at the same time, he wants to keep his job. Taehyung pays him a handsome amount which sustains the needs of his wife and ailing child.

"We're in no hurry but we have to keep moving, Ma'am," he replied in compromise.

You turned around an walked towards the entrance at a much slower pace. He opened the door as you headed inside the elevator lobby and waited for a lift.

"She's tightly guarded, Sir. We can't find a window to execute the plan," the man spoke through the phone.

The news earned a sigh from the other line.

"Keep trying. It'll be more difficult to get to her once the ceremony's all over."

"Copy, sir," then the hired man ended the call.

Regardless, the receiver prepared himself for the worst, and that is having to do everything by himself.

"Useless bastards," he muttered under his breath.

It was two hours before midnight and they only had little time left to act on the situation. Once they miss this window of opportunity, they'd have to take matters to their own hands and it won't be a pretty sight.

There were still no progress from the team he sent. It was difficult to bypass the heiress' security. Although they blend well in the crowd, his men were trained enough to recognize the security team's tactic.

Namjoon wasn't the type to get his hands dirty. No matter what job that is.

J, negative

He then replied without hesitation,

Plan B

He threw the phone on the table with a thud after sending the text message.

When Jungkook received the order, he immediately left the hotel suite to pursue his target.

Saeho approached Taehyung cautiously and said, "Number unidentified, but I sent someone to follow through and extract information."

Taehyung's jaw tensed in response. "Why not grab one of them now?"

"We can't do that without grabbing much attention. Unless, that's fine with you, sir," Saeho replied. Taehyung's eyes were deeply set on you as you talk with your colleagues. He roamed his stare on their faces then to the people within your perimeter, then back to you. His eyes met yours.

Without breaking away from your gaze, he uttered, "I'll bring her back to her room. Keep me updated."

"Yes, sir."

Saeho then gave way to Taehyung as he strode the distance between you. From his cold demeanor, he flashed a warm smile to your colleagues, making them flustered.

You felt his hand slid around your waist. His hold was gentle yet firm.

"S-sir!" one of your colleagues managed to utter a greeting. Both men and women looked at your fiancé with admiration.

You casually introduced him to them. "This is Minho, Song, and Hyeji. My team in one of my projects. And you already know Jae."

Without further ado, Taehyung said, "Would you mind me taking my wife back? We need to head back early for tomorrow's wedding."

This made you take a step back but with his kind of hold, you were only able to put an unnoticeable distance from him. "Already?" you voiced out in protest.

"Sure!"

"Of course," your team replied in unison.

"You need to have a proper rest," Taehyung told you before flashing his swooning smile back to your colleagues.

"Thank you, excuse us."

You were still confused as he led you out of the banquet hall. You were stuck to his side until you could finally free yourself from his grip once you stepped in the lift.

"What's happening? Isn't it rude to just leave our own party? Like that?"

He's getting on your nerves and your annoyance is also starting to get the best of him. He thought the attitude was because he was 10 minutes late to your dinner.

Taehyung let out a sigh and faced you after pressing the floor button for your suite. "Charles will handle it. I just want you to get your rest."

Though that was just his excuse.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, "If you were paying attention, I was still in the middle of a conversation with my team when you decided to have things your way. I didn't like that."

He tried his best to hide his sarcastic smile by looking down but you caught on. Your brow twitched in annoyance. His actions and the way he treats you makes you feel disrespected. No matter how much you want to cut ties with him, you need to know the tricks hidden up his sleeve.

Why would the news of merger suddenly brought harm to your family's life

Why the Kims, your supposed protector, are sweeping important facts under the rug

Why does your father trust them so much

Questions that you're sure would pile up as you try to uncover the truth. Despite that, you're determined to protect what's yours even though that means selling your soul to the devil.

You stared deep into his eyes.

"Fine. See you tomorrow at our wedding," you let out in a dismissive tone.

He sighed inwardly in relief as he watched the door slam right in front of him.

The room was dark as you entered. With a sigh, you blindly took off your accessories starting with the earrings.

You're getting married tomorrow and it's really happening. To an estranged childhood friend, a man you barely know, a lover of someone else. Red flags that were enough to stop someone from proceeding with the foolish ploy.

But this is for your family's sake.

The Kims are a possible threat you had to understand first.

On a flick of a light switch, you were startled to see a man standing in the middle of your suite. You almost squealed in shock but it got cut off when he approached you in a stride, stifling your voice.

Fear rose up in your chest and your imagination had gone haywire with the thought of why would be someone in here.

"Hush, I'm not here to harm you," he looked at you intently and you slowly start to associate a name on the man's face. It should have comforted you but it only added to your growing fear and confusion.

Jungkook?

He saw the recognition that flashed your eyes, then he continued in a much lower and hushed voice. "Promise me you won't scream, I just need to talk."

Your brows furrowed. What is Taehyung's friend doing in my room, surprising me like a murderer, in the middle of the night?

Just to know what the fuck is going on you nodded your head thrice, still breathing heavily, with your pulse racing.

Once his grip loosened, you immediately took a step back, holding your purse in front of you as if that was enough for a weapon to defend yourself.

"What are you do--" your loud and scandalous voice made him cover your mouth again. You didn't see how but he's now on your back, your body tightly pressed to his.

"Not so loud," his voice laced with irritation. It wanna made you scoff, you should be the one irritated in this situation, not him.

"Taehyung's not who you think he is," he murmured, hoping that will stop you from fighting him off.

You did your best to calm down to show him that you're ready to listen. Not that you don't know what he's talking about. You know who the true Taehyung is.

Jungkook loosened his hands on you once he thought he piqued your curiosity.

You turned to him, a little bit surprised at the very close distance he had put in between.

You looked up a bit to meet his eyes.

"I know who Taehyung is,"

You told him, full with pride.

He was about to speak when you cut him off, "So if you're here to warn me about his lover, you can leave. I've already decided," you told him and he seemed surprise at the news. It looked like that was not the thing he was pertaining about but you could care less.

This marriage is more than you and your feelings.

If being close to the threat will help save your family, then be it. If they're not and they're really trying to help, then better.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You're truly whipped," he said in disbelief. Well that was not new to him. He knew Taehyung during his teenage years. He knew how he was or is with the ladies.

"I'm not. I-" you were about to spill some sensitive information but you luckily caught yourself.

No one else is supposed to know about this except you and your private investigator, Hoseok.

"Well that sucks but that was not just it, Princess," he informed, the title he used sounded like a mock.

"His family will use yours to get what they want. This might bring harm not only to your family, but to everyone."

Tilting your head to the side, "then this will be just another billion dollar venture for them," you stated after Jungkook told you what he could let you know... for now. He has yet to see for himself and the organization which side you're on. It was a huge gamble for them to involve you in this. If it were up to him, he would rather not involve a socialite like you. The type that Taehyung lures in and break. But to Namjoon, you were different.

He silently strode to the door and looked into the peephole to see if there are guards. "How did you get in here anyway?" you asked him, as you were sidetracked from his movement.

"The balcony," he stated as he walked back. "They'll eventually monopolize the IT industry. All the servers, engines, systems, running in this country will be under their control. Just masked in different names."

"We traced that 65% of the sector belonged to their family already. Indirectly,"

"and if this will go out of hand, there will be irreversible repercussions." he finished as he stood before you, meeting your gaze intently.

You walked around the living area of the hotel suite, settling on the couch. "I didn't know they had that slice too," you blurted out as you went in deep thought. The Kims are involved in a lot of ventures. May it be in security services and systems, management consultancy, logistics, and others. But so is your family. Well your mother's side to be specific. With it being more prominent in hospitality and airline industry.

You traced back your gaze to the intruder.

"Regardless, that's none of my business, Jungkook. The world is what it is." you told him.

And he knew.

A privileged woman like you won't understand it. Because the system fits well for you that you became a part of it.

His jaw almost twitched in disgust, but he managed to mask it off with a smirk. "Your family will be their puppet. You will bear the damages once things fall out of place,"

"Then I'll make sure it won't," you replied, looking at him straight in the eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you suggested, "I could pretend this didn't happen. I'll let you slip back where you came from without sending a distress call to my security next door." then you took out a black device out of your purse, lifting off its switch. Then you placed your thumb on top of it, ready to press it in any second.

He let out a chuckle. "You'll be lying dead on the floor before they arrive here, don't underestimate me."

You let out a sweet smile and shook your head. "I'm not. I know you're very capable of that seeing how you managed to get here," then you unceremoniously pressed the device which made made him jump to his feet and briskly left, leaving the glass door open. All the while making sure that you know how pissed he is and he's not yet done with you. If eyes could kill.

Saeho barged in right after a beep. "Ma'am," he let out. When you seemed fine, his eyes scanned the room immediately, looking for any threats.

With your gaze on the glass door, he jogged onto it seeing that it was ajar.

You stood up and headed into the bedroom. "Please close it. It's getting cold," you calmly ordered as you closed the bedroom door shut.

#bts fanfic #bts series #taehyung fanfic #bts angst #jungkook fanfic

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pollutedstar · 3 years

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“Father” by The Front Bottoms // Supernatural 3.10 // “David” by Noah Gundersen // Supernatural 5.16 // “Old Number Seven” by The Devil Makes Three // “Salt In The Wound” by boygenius // Nighthawks by Edward Hopper // “Journal, Day Three” by Richard Siken // “I Wish I Was Never Born” by The Shivers // “Almost Human” by Ocean Vuong // Supernatural 2.03 // “seven” by Taylor Swift // Jenny Hozier

ID/Transcript below the cut.

Image Two: Black words on a white background that read, “I keep kicking the curb with my worn out shoes / I keep running into strangers that say I know you / I don’t wanna be a proud man, I just wanna be a man / a little less like my father and more like my dad.”

Image Three: A cropped photo of Dean Winchester with Mary’s hands cupping his face. She is wearing her gold wedding ring.

Image Four: Black words on a white background that read, “I guess I grew up on an old dirt road / pedal to the medal always did what I was told / ‘till I found out that my brand new clothes / came secondhand from the rich kids next door / When I grew up fast I guess I grew up mean / there’s a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain’t seen / And now I just wander through a real bad dream / feelin’ like I’m coming apart at the seams.”

Image Five: Black words on a white background that read, “I’m gnashing my teeth / like a child of Cain / if this is a prison I’m willing to burn my own chain.”

Image Six: A painting of a diner at night with three lone patrons inside and a waiter done in dark colors. The diner has no visible exit.

Image Seven: Two sets of black words set side by side on a white background. The first is a poem that reads, “How are you? Fine, and you? It’s not that we / don’t care, it’s that we’re terrified that / someone will actually break down and tell / us. Everyone I know is in some kind of pain. / Everyone. How do you like them apples? / And so, another reason to lie, because we’ve / all agreed not to tell each other, / not about that. Someone put their hand in / my heart and they didn’t take it back out. If / I died tonight, no one would notice for / weeks. My father is a sadist and I am my / father’s son. I learned it well. Do I have the / stomach for it? Do you really want to know?” The second is a set of song lyrics that read, “I hate my mother for ever bringing me into this world / She never even wanted me / She wished I’d been a girl / And goddamn my father, thinking I was a punching bag / When the bastard was in town, he had nothing better to do / than call his son a f*g.”

Image Eight: Black words on a white background that read, “Back there, I couldn’t / get the boys to look at me / even in my best jean jacket. / It was 2006 or 1865 or .327. / What a time to be alive!, they said, / this time louder, more assault rifles.” Next to the words is a picture of Dean Winchester holding his pistol, his mother’s wedding ring reflecting the light.

Image Nine: Black words on a white background reading, “And I’ve been meaning to tell you / I think your house is haunted / Your dad is always mad and that must be why / I think you should come live with me / And we can be pirates / Then you won’t have to cry / Or hide in the closet”

Image Ten: A leathery plaque with gold letting that reads, “SOMEONE WANTS TO CUT A HOLE IN YOU AND FUCK YOU THROUGH IT, BUDDY.”

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bangcrizpychan · 4 years

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Love Is Sweeter The Second Time Around

☆Pairing: gang member!Jeon Wonwoo x wife!Reader

☆Genre: Fluff, slight angst, gang!au

☆Requested: Yes, by: ✨anon

☆Word count: 2.1k

⚠WARNINGS: mentions of accident, swear words

☆Summary: When your husband momentarily lost his memories due to an injury, you will do everything in your power to restore the love you once had and save your family.

☞Note: y/d/n = your daughter’s name, y/s/n = your sister’s name (wonwoo is so cute ilhsm~♥~) Happy reading (˘³˘)♥

You smiled to yourself after putting your daughter to sleep, you brushed the hair out of her face and you could see her strong resemblance to her father, Jeon Wonwoo, your loving husband who never missed a day without telling you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you.

You walked back to your bedroom and continued planning for y/d/n’s 3rd birthday. Recently, she became really interested in fairies so you and your husband decided to throw a fairytale-themed birthday party. You were scrolling through pinterest to find a nice backdrop when your phone suddenly rang, you looked at the caller ID, ‘Vernon’, why would he call you at this time of night? Knowing it has to do with your husband, you quickly answered it.

“Hello?” “Y/n! Thank God you answered-” in the background, you could hear multiple gunshots, “Vernon! What’s going on?! Is Wonwoo okay?!” “-H-he got shot! This fucking gang came out of nowhere and they fucking outnumbered us,” you shut your eyes and rubbed your temples, this was what you and your husband fought about all throughout your entire relationship. You’ve always told him to leave this stupid gang of his, but he never listened.

“Vern, get him out of there, please, just go to the hospital before anything worse happens.” Vernon dropped the call and you prayed that they get to the hospital in time. You called your sister who lived not far from you and asked her to watch Y/d/n to which she happily agreed.

Vernon texted you to which hospital they were at and you quickly jumped in your car and drove as fast as you could. On the way there, you couldn’t help but let out a few tears. You knew that this would happen one day, but Wonwoo just had to be so stubborn and wouldn’t listen to you.

“It’s not just some cheap gang, Y/n! We formed a pact!” He would defend, “Well, that pact of yours is going to be the death of you!”

You let out a frustrated grunt and gripped the stirring wheel tighter. Tears stinging your eyes, you hoped to every god out there that this wouldn’t be the death of him. He was strong, he will make it.

When you got inside the emergency room, you saw Vernon, Minghao, and Mingyu wrapped in bandages. “Where’s my husband?!” you demanded as you approached them, you didn’t hate them, they were nice people, but the thought of them being the reason why Wonwoo got shot angered you.

“Y/n calm down-” “I can’t calm down Mingyu! My husband got shot! Do you just expect me to go gather flowers and throw them around while singing merry-go-round?!” you eye twitched and you felt the nurses pulling you and telling you to relax.

Before you could beat the boys up, who were already in a bloodied state, the doctor appeared, “Are you the patient’s guardian?” “Yes, I’m his wife.” “He’s finally stable,” you and the boys released a sigh of relief and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. “thankfully, he was rushed here fast enough, and we were able to get the bullet out of him.” “Thank you, doctor. May I ask where my husband is?”

“He’s still inside the ICU, he still hasn’t woken up but he will, sooner than expected” all of you thanked the doctor and you leaned over Vernon’s bed, you looked at them and gave them a small smile.

“thank you, if it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t have made it.” they all just nodded and lowered their heads, “Look, I’m sorry I lost my cool earlier, I-I was just scared,” “We understand, Y/n, I would’ve felt the same if I were to stand in your shoes.

When Wonwoo finally woke up, you were sleeping at his bedside. You jolted awake when he suddenly pulled his hand away, "Honey! You’re awake, thank God!” you went to hug him but he swatted you away. You looked at him confusedly, is he blaming you for what had happened to him?

“W-who are you?” he abruptly sat up and groaned in pain, “Honey, it’s best if you just lie down-” “No, don’t touch me,” he grabbed his bandaged head and hissed. You felt offended but you let it slide because you understood his situation. However, the next three words that left his mouth made your heart stop.

“W-who am I?”

—–

You watched Wonwoo’s sleeping figure with a sullen look, they had to put him down because he thrashed around and even threatened to kill you earlier. You turned to the doctor who was looking at your husband with interest.

“Doctor, can you explain to me what’s happening to my husband?” the doctor sighed and turned to look at you, “we really hoped it won’t turn out this way, but it’s best to tell you,” you nodded and urged him to continue.

“Your husband was shot in the head, the bullet didn’t go in that far but it unfortunately hit his prefrontal cortex, which is one of the parts in our brain that is in charge with our cognitive behavior. However damaging it could result to a momentary memory loss and sudden changes in behavior such as aggression, to which your husband had shown earlier.” You felt as if your soul left your body after the doctor finished explaining.

You felt tears stream down your face as you looked at your sleeping husband, what were you going to do now? How will you move forward as a family when something as cruel as this happened to Wonwoo? He didn’t deserve this.

“What should we do, Doctor Choi?” “Thankfully, after running some tests, we have come up to the conclusion that your husband is suffering from Post-traumatic Amnesia, it usually happens when the victim experienced a traumatic event and in your husband’s case, a bullet in the head.”

“So what can we do to help him?” “He will be given certain medicines to quicken his recovery, but there’s no saying when he is going to restore all of his memory, PTA may last for a few minutes, hours, days, or weeks, but there are rare cases that it will last for months. Let’s just hope it’s not the last one.”

The doctor advised you to stay at the hospital for awhile so they can monitor your husband, you brushed the hair out of Wonwoo’s sleeping figure and felt your chest tighten when you remembered the rest of Doctor Choi’s advice.

“The behavior he will exhibit during the healing process can and will be distressing for those around him, he may ask things repeatedly, which will be wearing and there will be times that he will just wander around asleep or even when he’s awake. Make sure he always stays in quiet and peaceful places, and lastly, medicine will help him but the best medicine of all is to be patient with him.”

You didn’t know what to do, how do you expect yourself to take care of a three-year old and an ill husband at the same time? Everything was stressing you out but when you looked at your wedding ring, you were reminded by your vows 'in sickness and in health’, now is not the time to leave him. You stared at your husband as you choked out a sob.

“We’ll get through this together, Wonwoo, as a family.” you said and fell asleep beside him. Few days have passed and the doctor was right, he did exhibit strange behaviors, such as; yelling and hiding as if he was being targeted, it pained you to see him this anxious and distressed. But thankfully, his friends came and helped you out, they came in twos or threes and told Wonwoo stories, excluding him being a part of a gang and the cause of his injury because the doctor said it would be better to leave out that information as of the moment.

After two weeks, you were free to go home, Wonwoo didn’t ask questions as much as before so that means he was getting better. You thanked God for your darling of a sister who helped take care of Y/d/n when you were away.

——-

When your daughter saw you at your doorstep, she quickly ran towards you, her little legs causing her to stumble here and there. You picked her up and showered her with kisses, “Who’s mommy’s baby girl?” “I am!!” she giggled when you repeatedly kissed her neck, yelling 'it tickles mommy, stop’.

“Daddy!!” she reached out towards Wonwoo who looked at you and waited for approval, you nodded your head and handed Y/d/n to him. “I missed you, Daddy. Where have you been?”

“Daddy and I were busy that’s why Aunt Y/s/n took good care of you, did you have fun?” she bobbed her head up and down, grinning widely which showed her missing tooth. You thanked your sister who said it was okay and was always ready to help, and then went on her merry way. Night came and you put Y/d/n to sleep, you showed Wonwoo to your bedroom after you helped him clean himself.

“I could sleep on the sofa, you can have the bed,” you offered, you were still unsure if he was okay with sleeping next to you. “Can you sleep with me? I’m scared to be left alone,” you could see fear in his eyes and it broke you, Wonwoo was the type of man that barely showed any signs of fear, but right now, you could see how vulnerable he actually is. You agreed and went to bed with him, you put a pillow between you and him so he won’t feel uncomfortable.

“You’re my wife, right?” you were quite surprised at his question, is he starting to forget information again? “Yes, I am,” “then there’s no need for this pillow, you can sleep next to me.” his current state warmed your heart, it reminded you of a child that was seeking for comfort. You lied down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you, clinging onto you like a child would to his mother.

You were awoken by the empty space next to you, you rubbed your eyes and looked at the time: 2:39 AM. You shot up out of bed and looked around the room, did Wonwoo have another episode? You went out of your room and called out for his name, you became terrified when he didn’t answer, what if he wandered outside?! What if he got hit? what if- your thoughts were interrupted when you saw a light in the kitchen. You carefully tiptoed and saw Wonwoo’s back staring at the lit up stove, you quickly turned on the lights and ran towards him to turn off the stove.

“Wonwoo! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?” you frantically asked and searched his body for any burns. “Y/n,” you looked at him, it was the first time he called you by your name, usually he would just call you ’wife’ like he was labeling you, but hearing your name roll off his tongue shocked you.

He stared at the stove for awhile and turned to look at you, “I remember that I cooked in this place,” he remembered? you felt tears trickle down your face and you chuckled as you cupped his face. “Yes you did cook here, you were an amazing cook, Wonwoo.”

He looked at you as his own tears filled his eyes, “I-I remember you and Y/d/n sitting there,” he pointed towards the kitchen table, “And I was serving you pancakes, Y/n! I remember something!” he laughed and twirled you around which caused you to yelp. He held your face as a soft smile formed on his face.

“You’re so beautiful, I want to remember more of you.” you rested your face against the palm of his hand and reached out your own to cradle his face.

“You will, my love, you will remember everything and Y/d/n and I will be here to help you every step of the way, as a family.”

He hesitantly leaned towards you until his lips hovered yours, you could feel his breath and it tickled you, sending electricity to the soles of your feet. You locked your lips together and it felt like the first time you two shared a kiss.

He may not remember all of your memories now, but slowly, it will all be restored as you make new ones for days to come, because love is sweeter the second time around.

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nihyunluvskookie · 4 years

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his wedding //.//

“Jungkook one shot”

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x female reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mention of blood, glass and wine

Word count: 3.2 K

A/N: I wanted to write something but I wrote this :”) If you want a song recommendations to listen while reading listen to 🎶 Can you hear my heart 🎶 by Epik High ft Lee Hi

[1:50 AM]

I kept the fourth wine bottle on the table and held my wine glass which was half empty, I reached out for my phone, I looked at the wallpaper and started smiling. “Oh, so this is our end after 7 years? Right. You are going to marry someone else tomorrow after promising that we will be together.” I was smiling, I don’t know why and unknowingly my tears started falling. “This is way too much, I thought I will be able to manage and co-operate with this situation. But, how could I? You are my first love. And I can’t forget my first love who was with me for 7 years. We didn’t meet after our 7th year anniversary. I can’t say goodbye to you because it’s hard to say goodbye but I will do it tomorrow, on your wedding”

Everything that happened, that night I wish I could forget and make a new start but tell me how to do that? I want to forget you and think that you are one of those random guys who always make fake promises but I can’t. I am ready to attend your wedding and give myself pain so that I will be able to forget you instead of missing you; once I see your wedding, I will see you as someone else’s husband. I will not tell myself that you will come back and hold me tight like you used to do.

TELL ME WHAT MORE TO DO TO FORGET YOU AND TO STOP HOPING MORE? TELL ME JUNGKOOK

In anger, my grip was getting tighter on the glass and eventually it broke due to pressure and the pieces were scattered everywhere. I swear it didn’t pain, I liked the feeling and blood. My hand was bleeding. I held the pieces in my hand and tried crushing them but it didn’t work and I was frustrated so I thew the pieces on the floor. I was angry on myself.

5 DAYS AGO; 7TH ANNIVERSARY

[7 PM]

I was getting ready for dinner, I wanted to surprise him by taking him out today for dinner date. I texted him to come home fast and get ready. I let my hair down and applied nude makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror, a blue knee length dress with a sweetheart neckline and a heart shape pendant gifted by Jungkook. I heard the bell; I went running down the stairs because I know who it was. I opened the door and he came in, I looked at him; he was holding flower bouquet which was hiding his face. I hugged him tight, I was holding him tight, “Ayyyyyyyy aren’t you going to give this bouquet to me? Huh?” I wanted to tease him but he never hugged me back; I held his hands and saw him smiling, it wasn’t his normal smile. We came to the living room. He didn’t give me bouquet and I looked at him, I was having an urge to ask him what’s wrong? Why does it look like he is broken? Is it hurt? Did I hurt him?

He hugged me, all of a sudden and it was tight. I could feel something was wrong, I broke the hug and looked at him, his eyes said something I couldn’t understand.

“Kookie are you okay? Huh? Are you sad?” I looked at him but he was avoiding my gaze; he was looking down all the time.

“Jungkook, tell me. What’s wrong?”

“Jungkook, tell me. Please” I was getting worried, very worried.

“I… I love you” he said me those words.

“I love you too Jungkook” I smiled at him. “now tell me what happened? Please, Kookie. I am here by your side” I was worried, I was requesting him but he looked like he wasn’t going to say anything. I know my limits; I can’t force him to say everything. I will give him his own personal space.

“Jungkook, if you are not going to say, I won’t force y-

“I am getting married” he said,

“Wow! I am so happ- wait what? You- Jungkook” I looked at him, the flower bouquet he was holding fell on floor.

“Jungkook? You are getting what?” I hate his jokes, I was angry. Definitely this is the worst joke ever, my tears were falling already.

“Jungkook stop this type of joke, okay? I hate your jokes. Tell me it’s a joke. Please” I was holding his arms, I wanted him to say, this is a lie.

“Jungkoook!” I screamed. I couldn’t stop crying, I couldn’t. This is what I get after spending and loving a guy for 7 years.

He hugged me, I was hitting him, why is he doing like this and specially today, he could’ve said it other day but no, he chooses today. “Let me go Jungkook, right now” I was trying to get out of his grip but he was holding me tight.

“Jungkook. LET ME GO. I SAID LET ME GO” I was shouting but it was in vain.

“How can I let you go when I love you? Tell me Y/N?” he was crying, my bare shoulder was getting wet, I can get hurt but I can’t see him hurt. I can’t.

“Jungkook, let me go. You are getting married. Kookie, let me go and don’t cry. Please Jungkook you’re hurting me more.”

“Tell me how could I not agree when dad threatened me by saying he will destroy your career and make your life miserable. How could I let you suffer? Tell me! I can’t let him do that” his words were making me cry more. I was sobbing harder and his grip around me was getting tighter “This is all because of the damn business. I hate business relationships. I don’t even know the girl, and dad said she loves me; does that makes any sense? I am ready to do anything for not letting you get hurt. I am sorry.”

“Jungkook, stop.” My mind was a mess, he is doing this to protect me? What kind of protection? Without him? Business? I know it very well and that was the reason I left my family and started my new career.

I can’t ruin him and his future.

“Jungkook. Stop everything and leave.” I took a step back from him.

“I am going to love you and you only, even if I get married I can’t forg-

“Jungkook, go. I hate you. Go now. I don’t need you. That’s it”

“Y/N listen it’s nothing like that”

“Go away. I said I hate you.”

“Y/N I know you don’t mean it. You love me.” His eyes were getting more teary, just to stop hurting him and getting in between his new life; I had only one idea and that was to push him away. Living as his mistress? Never, I would feel worse for his wife. I don’t want to be a girl who takes away someone’s husband.

“I hate you. Jungkook I SAID GO.” It was very obvious that he wasn’t buying my lies; which fool will buy my lies after loving him like that.

He was coming near me and I was taking each step backward; I was ready to do anything to end us right now. I can’t get him hurt. Soon I was in a dead end, my back felt the kitchen counter. “you can’t go anywhere now.”

“Jungkook-

“Will you still push me if I tell you how much I love you.” He pressed his lips against mine, his kiss was soft and it was melting me, he pulled me closer. His touches were working on me like they always did. My tears were falling, I can’t get weak. I pushed him with all the force I had, I slapped him. “Stop forcing me Jungkook. I said I hate you; do you get it?” my screams were louder than anything. I know how shit I felt when I slapped him. I hate myself for doing this to him.

“Y/N this is not you, right?”

“You haven’t seen me like this and this is my true self." I was pushing Jungkook and anyhow I managed to bring him near the door. He was getting weak too, and he will never push me because he knows. I pushed him hard to and he was outside my house. I slammed the door infront of his face, his eyes; those eyes I can never forget them. Those sad eyes will haunt me forever for being so harsh on him. I finally hurt him. He was hitting the door again and again “Y/N open the door. For god sake, please. Y/N please. Listen to me”

I can’t bear to hear to his voice not after what happened here. I walked up to the living room and picked up the flower bouquet. I went back to my room and in anger I started punching the wall, I hit the window glass and it broke. My hands were bleeding. The blue dress I was wearing now was painted with my blood. I broke down then and there. I hurt him, I did it. I hurt the one whom I loved more than love. My phone kept ringing; I didn’t bother to look up at that. I was hurt, I was letting a person go whom I treasured more than my life. Both of us are hurt but there’s no way I am going back to him just to ruin his life. ‘You did well Y/N.’ I said to myself to feel better but it wasn’t even working.

[PRESENT]

[2:00 AM]

“You know, Kookie, I finally got courage after 3 days to go out and I was a mess. I managed to find a beautiful white dress; that I will wear in your wedding. I am sure you will say, I am looking pretty like the way you did always. But this time I will push you again”. I was smiling, I was still looking at our picture. “I need to change the wallpaper”

“Ahh, I need to look good tomorrow, because it’s your wedding” and I was crying again. I left the mess there. I went back to my room and opened the first aid kit. I cleaned the blood and took out the pieces of glass which were piercing through my skin. My knuckle was starting to get better but now my hand. It didn’t hurt anymore. After cleaning and applying bandage, I charged my phone and tried sleeping. Another night with tears and nightmare.

[HIS WEDDING]

[10 AM]

I was changing the dressing of my hand. I did it carefully, I can’t be careless anymore. I need to work, from tomorrow. I quickly changed myself into the white dress I brought that day for his wedding. I let my hair down and keeping my side bangs perfectly. I applied very light makeup and wore the pendant he gifted me. I wore the bracelet and the watch. I looked at the time, it was nearly time, Jimin said he will come and pick me up.

Jimin being our mutual, I can’t cut off my connections with him just because of Jungkook. I heard my phone ring, I looked at the caller id, it was Jimin. I took my sling bag and went down. I saw Jimin’s car outside. I locked my house; I saw him standing outside his car, he was holding a bouquet of roses. He was smiling at me. “Pretty lady.”

“Thankyou Jimin. You look like a gentleman” I smiled at him.

“Thankyou but will you be okay? He still doesn’t know you are attending. Are you sure?” he was worried, his face said it all.

“I am okay. And I can count on you if something happens, right? I believe you Jimin.” I reassured him, with a smile. I know what I am going through and I can’t let myself down infront of myself.

“Yes. You got me, and here’s the bouquet you asked me to buy. Now let’s go” he gave me the bouquet and we drove.

The journey wasn’t that long and the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. Soon we reached the church. We got down. I am standing infront of the church. After tormenting myself for days.

“Y/N hold my arm, let’s go inside together. Okay?” He looked at me with a soft smile. I nodded; holding the bouquet in my hand we went inside the church. I saw a lot of people, his friends, Jungkook’s family too.

After sometime, Jungkook came standing near the father; I held Jimin’s arm tightly. I was getting anxious. I was looking down and the moment I looked at Jungkook, he eyes looked at me. He was taken aback after looking at me, his face was blank. He looked like a perfect human being, he was wearing tuxedo and his hair perfectly pulled back, his face looked perfect as usual. He had a tight smile before but now it’s gone. It felt like his eyes wanted to tell me something, something that only I can understand. I wanted to smile but it more than tough. I wanted to but I couldn’t, I finally managed to smile at him while holding back my tears from falling.

“Y/N are you okay? Do you want to leave?” Jimin asked me.

“No Jimin, I am okay. I want to congratulate both of them, then both of us can leave together. Now look at Jungkook, he looks perfect here. This is his happiest day of his life” I said him trying hard not to cry. Jimin, dragged me to a corner where only we could talk.

“Y/N you know it very well, this isn’t his happiest day but the worst day of his life. I know I shouldn’t say but you don’t know how he tortured past five days and he was self-loathing. He stopped everything and wanted to see you and only you. You were unavailable. He was broken too just like you. He loved you with all his heart and getting married to someone else for him was the biggest punishment. He was even ready to divorce this girl af-

“Jimin, I don’t want to live as a girl who stole someone’s husband. And do you think I wanted to meet him and tell him that everything will be fine after he came to my home and said he is getting married? Do you know how hard it was for me to cooperate with myself at that time? Do you think I never loved him? I loved him that much that I let him go. And marriage is not a joke, how can he say that he can divorce that girl who did nothing wrong but just loved him. She is going to give him and his family things I can’t give, his family will be better in business. Do you even know how much better I feel after looking at him right now?” Jimin took my hand.

“Do you think this will help? Y/N taking out anger on yourself and self-harming will help you?”

“Jimin stop. It’s nothing like that. Please.” I wanted to hold back my tears but can’t anymore. I broke down there. I never cried infront of Jimin. My tears were unstoppable.

“Y/N I am sorry” he hugged me. I was sobbing, he kept saying sorry and I kept denying his apologizes because he did nothing wrong. He wiped my tears. “Y/N you don’t look good when you cry. Awwww stop crying.” He made me chuckle. I smiled looking at him.

“Now let’s go. I need to see the bride” I said and he nodded

We went back to where we were, it looked like Jungkook’s eyes were finding me. We heard that the bride is coming. I looked at Jungkook, he looked like his mind was a mess. I saw the girl walking with her dad in the aisle. I was still managing to smile with all my might. Even if I am sad for myself, I am happy for the girl who is going to have Jungkook as her husband because I know how Jungkook is. She was looking pretty and I am going to accept my fate.

I saw the girl’s dad gave her hand to Jungkook. Jungkook took and his eyes never leaving mine. The father started saying the bows. It was Jungkook’s turn to say, ‘I do’. Deep inside my heart I thought maybe he will say, ‘I don’t’ because maybe he wants to be with me. Maybe, there’s nothing wrong in hoping a bit. I didn’t realize the whole time that I was holding Jimin’s arms just too tightly.

My heart broke into millions of pieces when he said “I do”. I was holding myself from crying and I couldn’t anymore. I was crying and how badly I wanted to tell him, I still love you Jungkook. Everything looks like it slowed down.

My sight was a blur because of tears. I couldn’t see anything clearly anymore. I heard father asking the girl and she said “I don’t”. Everyone was shocked, I thought I was hallucinating.

“Jungkook, how can you say ‘I DO’ when you love someone else and she is crying in that corner?”

Jimin looked at me and I was still looking at the girl, she was coming near me, I saw her holding my hand and she smiled, a bitter sweet smile. When I looked at Jungkook, I was standing infront of him and people were looking at us and Jimin was surprised. “Y/N” I heard Jungkook say.

“Father, he should be marrying her, not me. There was a mistake. Father please understand this situation and please take their bows.”

This girl was about to leave, I held her wrist. “why are you doing this? I don’t even know you.”

“He loves you and you love him, do you think I can see him tormenting himself because he married me instead of you? I’ve seen him since past week and that was horrible. I don’t want him to suffer like that his whole life. I can fall in love again but he can never forget you and so do you. I saw you crying in the corner with his friend Jimin. So, take care of him and yourself” she looked at my hand. “We can talk after your wedding”

“Father I will excuse myself now” she said and left.

Rings were exchanged and father took the bow. This time Jungkook had a bright smile and eh said “I do” and it was my turn to say, I wanted to say but is it right to say? I was in a dilemma. I am getting married to Jeon Jungkook and this is my wedding. Is this even real? I looked at that girl who was supposed to be standing here instead of me. She nooded and smiled at me whereas Jungkook was hoping the same answer as him. I took a deep breath and looked at him, “I do” I said and I could feel the crowd cheering.

“Now you may kiss the bride”

“I love you Y/N” Jungkook said, I repeated after him “I love you too Jungkook” and the very next moment I felt his lips on me, it was a tender kiss as usual; but this time this kiss had emotions. His hands were on my waist and my hands automatically went around his neck. We held each other which intension of not letting go and a longing kiss. His right hand left my waist and trailed toward my hand; he held my hand tightly and we parted because we were out of breath. Both of us were breathing heavily, “never do this again because I am never letting you go. I love you” I heard him say pointing it to my hand. The crowd was cheering for us.

“I announce both of you as Mr. and Mrs. Jeon”

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danniburgh · 4 years

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meant to be

honestly just a way to cope, it's just a drabble I shared with my friends, no real structure or nice narrative, time skips are really my thing

March 17th, 2007

there's you: a 17 year old exchange student in Royal college in London, you have two friends and roommates, Ezra, who is french, and Jen, who is Irish, it's noon, the three of you are getting drunk in the dorm you share and Jen wants to do something for St Patrick's, because she's Irish and because she was forced to also celebrate things for your traditional patriotic festivities (you're not British or Irish), Ezra and you laugh it off but Jen convinces the two of you to sober up, grab your car and drive all the way from London to Liverpool to then grab a ferry to Dublin.

almost an entire day later you arrive and in your avid need of party and celebration (also booze) you go to a few bars, Jen assures you that nobody will ask for your id because it's national day of getting drunk and you binge drink for a while.

the three of you go to a little bar on the end of a little street and get weirded out because it had like six dudes siting on a table and nothing else, the dudes notice you and let you in and they make you sit with them and then you realize it's a birthday party, and the birthday boy is just sitting there like trying to hide, you do shots with them and Ezra tries to teach the birthday boy to drink whiskey until you stop him and to avoid Ezra near the guy you sit next to him, you start small talking because that's what you do when you're drunk and you two start speaking about music, movies, the weirdness of the new decade, your backgrounds, and the fact that there's a language you know but as you were very drunk you've forgotten, he wants to smoke outside and you go with him, not because you also smoke but because you like the company, you laugh outside at the guys on the street that are also drunk and then he asks you, very very stuttery to kiss you, you accept and you make out a bit, at this moment hours had passed and Jen realises you've been awake for a full day, so she tries to sober up a little and drag Ezra and you to the car so she can drive to her cousin's house where you're gonna stay until you can drive back to London. you had the chance to say goodbye to the birthday boy, one of his friends even took a picture, but when you were on your way from Liverpool to London you realized you didn't ask for his number, and neither gave him yours.

April, 2014

there's you again: driving your car in some road in London, where you stayed, because when you were 19 you wrote a teen adult novel that sold really well and people wanted more, so you became a writer and life passed by fast, you turn on the radio and there's this show you never listen on BBC radio but for a weird impulse you don't change stations, the host of the show is introducing this new artist who had come all the way from Dublin with a hit song and a debut album coming, you listen to the voice introducing itself and involuntarily smile, because it's soft and nice and it reminds you of something, you keep listening to the interview and then the host asks him for the most random and cool thing that has happened to him before his song became a chart favourite: the guy starts laughing a little and starts telling about his seventeenth birthday party, he told how his brother made him and his friends go to a bar in the middle of Dublin and how he wasn't really enjoying it until a random trio of teens crashed at it and started lifting up the party, he told how back then he thought they were just lost because it was st Patrick's day but how by the time they were gone he was thankful because he felt better about life. you were speechless, completely astonished and out of breath, you tried to reassure yourself because of much of a fucking coincidence would that be. so you parked the car on the side of the road and took your phone out, waited for the host of the show to give out the number and then dialed it. you felt completely crazy but it was because after all those years you never stopped thinking about that tall Irish kid with the wavy hair and the glasses and the nice voice and the beautiful eyes, you couldn't believe he was now some kind of amazing singer and the odds of you finding him were quite short, but you still dialed the number. somebody picked up and the first thing you said was: i was one of the three teens that crashed Hozier's seventeenth birthday party

your call never went on the air, but by some sort of luck, they kept you until the interview was done, the person on the phone first put you with the interviewer, he asked you some details about the thing and then Hozier wanted to speak to you, he said hi, and you said hi, then you both went silent for a minute.

–my name is Andrew

—I imagined a more Irish name –you said, he chuckled

—were you listening? –he asked

—yeah, I never listen to this show but idunno, something made me keep listening

—I'm glad –he responded, you smiled widely and then you said something you didn't know how else to say

—you wanna meet up?

and he said yes, the two of you arranged a meeting, something that you didn't want to call a date, but felt like it.

you went, he asked for it to be at his own hotels bar, mostly because he didn't had much time, you arrived quite early and got a table, a few minutes later he was there, you saw him: obviously older, a little bit taller, his hair was beautifully longer, his body skinnier, his eyes were still gorgeous but wiser, he said hi and his voice was even more soothing than the last time, he sat and you smiled, he was still shy.

you started talking as if you never stopped, at some point he pulled out his phone and showed you a photo, there was you and him in the middle, he hugging your seventeen year old self with one arms, Ezra talking with his brother in the background and Jen's hand on the edge, you laughed so hard at both of your face expressions and then he invited you to one of his gigs the next day, so you could listen to his music and spend a little more time with him, as he was then headed overseas to start a tour for a few months, you said yes, you completely wanted to spend time with him, you liked him, you really did.

before you two had to say goodbye again, he told you he wanted to be with you, he asked you for a kiss and then asked you for your number, he assured you this time the goodbye was just for a few months

December, 2014

—did you miss me? –you heard a voice behind you, you turned and saw him, a little tanned but still him, after months of only speaking to him over the phone, you had him again, at least for a couple of weeks.

that time you spent almost every second together, he introduced you to his parents and his dog and his close friends, he told you about him wanting to get a place of his own and you told him about your book, you felt right next to him, you felt completely right.

May, 2019

—happy anniversary –he said, handing you a little box, you smiled at him, made him bend over a little to kiss him and opened the box, it was a ring, you looked at him and he smiled at you, nervous, anxious, happy

—honestly, took you long enough –you said, he laughed and grabbed the box to put the ring on your finger

—not so long, only five years

April, 2020

you opened your eyes, you felt a little light headed, you sat on the bed and found it empty, for a moment you felt sad until you looked directly in front of your bed, there was your bride gown, it's finally your wedding, after almost another year of planing and after six years from the two of you encountering again, and after thirteen years of your first kiss, you were finally marrying the love of your life. and it felt completely right.

#hozier imagine #hozier fanfic #hozier tag #andrew hozier byrne #hozier #hozier post #hozier fandom #hozier x reader #im sorry #i had this idea for so long #thanks for coming to my ted talk

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The Niflheim Experiment Chapter 5

After five hours in the car Gladio was about to go crazy. He needed a break, everyone had been taking power naps, but sleeping in a cramped car was not comfortable. Ravus had not relinquished his driving seat since the episode at the abandoned farm house. Content to stare ahead and ignore all of them, Ravus drove on. Spacing out as the trees flew by, Gladio didn’t do much, until a small green sign caught his attention in the distance. When they got close enough to read it he was barely able to contain his excitement. It said one thing, Insomnia 60 MI.

“Okay time to switch.” Aranea announced.

“I will be driving through to the city.” Ravus replied sternly.

“Do you want to draw attention on purpose?” She sighed. “Switch with Loqi.”

“Why would me driving draw attention?”

Groaning loudly Aranea leaned over the console and stared at Ravus, even though he didn’t look back. “You have snow white hair, and you aren’t old. You scowl at everything, and your eyes are freaky when you look directly into them.”

“There is nothing wrong with my eyes!” Ravus shot back.

“Sure,” Aranea drawled out, “care to explain why one of them seems to be a different color than the other?”

“I was born like that,” he huffed.

“Well, that’s great, but you shouldn’t be the first person someone has to talk to if we get pulled over.”

“Why exactly is Loqi better?”

“He’s blond and not whatever white witch color you’ve got going. He also knows how to smile.” She finished leaning back into her seat.

When Ravus pulled off to the side Gladio was shocked. Luna remained silent during the exchange; it seemed she was still pissed at her brother for his behavior earlier. Taking the opportunity to stretch Gladio carefully got out of the car. Everyone else had the same idea and lolled about, not talking. They could wander off unlike Gladio, who still needed something to lean on otherwise he’d fall over.

Boots scraping across the dirt drew his attention as Gladio pondered the idea of driving the car himself. He could operate one in his current condition, though he was a little worried he might fall asleep staring at the dashed lines on the road whizzing by. Deciding that was a bad idea he turned to who had approached.

“I’m not sure whether to be grateful or upset,” Ravus sighed, “no one is talking to me.”

“I’ll still talk to you.” Gladio offered with a small shrug.

Ravus hummed and took a deep breath. “When do you think you’ll have a moment to discuss our conversation with Luna?”

Gladio faltered, he wanted to talk with Luna, only without the others listening. “I was sorta wanting to talk to her in private.”

“I can understand that. Anything to keep Aranea and Loqi from offering their two cents would be most beneficial.”

“Are you alright with Loqi driving? You’re not gonna make a stink are you?” Gladio asked with worry.

Curling his lips Ravus looked put out. “Aranea makes a valid argument as to why I shouldn’t be behind the wheel. I’m still sitting up front though, just in case.” He added with an air of authority.

Gladio was about to add more when Luna and Aranea walked over. Luna hopped into the backseat and waited in the middle patiently. “Guess that’s my cue to become one with the side of the door again.” Gladio weakly announced. True to Ravus’ word, he did indeed sit in the front passenger seat. Aranea had tried to make an argument about why it should be her, but one deathly glare from Ravus and she gave up. She was obviously tired and didn’t want to deal with his antics.

Loqi drove well and kept quiet as they inched closer to insomnia. Luna had fallen asleep on Gladio’s shoulder and seemed peaceful enough. When the wall appeared ahead of them in the distance Loqi finally broke his silence.

“How are we going to get through this? I mean do we need papers, are we on vacation?”

“We’re going to a friend’s wedding.” Ravus offered succinctly.

“Who’s?!” Loqi blurted.

“It’s the best explanation for our odd parings. Brother and sister, an aunt, a bratty nephew, and a 3rd cousin simply traveling together.”

“Who’s the bratty nephew?” Aranea asked with curiosity.

“Loqi of course,” announced Ravus with little preamble. “Gladio is the only dark haired person among us, so he can’t be directly from the family.”

Gladio had his mouth open to join in, but decided against it. Things were already strange enough. For once no one disagreed, and when Loqi slowed down to talk with the guard he spun a perfectly believable story. It looked like it was working until the man turned and went back into the guard hut. The imposing gate in front of them remained closed.

“What’s going on?” Loqi asked.

“I dunno if they’ll let us in without ID’s.” Gladio lamented.

“If you say who you are then the chances of us getting sold out by the traitor become that much greater,” huffed Aranea.

“It might be a chance we have to take; otherwise we’ll be stuck out here.”

“How long is the drive to the citadel from the gate?” Loqi pondered.

“Nearly thirty minutes, if there’s no traffic.”

“Shit, the dude’s coming back, everybody shut up!” Loqi ordered.

They all listened as the guard explained that proper ID was required to enter the city, plus verification from the person they were visiting. Thinking fast Gladio leaned forward to try and see the man through the window. “I’m sorry we messed up the process sir,” he began humbly, “is there any chance we can call our uncle and have you speak with him?”

The guard frowned and was clearly debating the idea. “I still need to see ID from you all,” he announced. “Call your uncle and let me speak with him while you gather your documents.”

Before Gladio could reply a phone was thrust in his hand. Aranea stared at him with worry and Ravus, who’s phone he was currently holding, merely looked bored. Licking his lips he held it out briefly for Ravus to unlock so he could dial. Praying that someone would answer Gladio let the phone ring longer than normal. Right as he was about to give up the line connected.

“Hello?” Came the pleasant response.

Hoping he could convey enough details in a short period of time Gladio launched into his speech. “Hey Uncle Jared! It’s your nephew Gladio.” He could hear the sudden gasp on the other end and pushed forward ignoring it. “We’re all stuck at the wall trying to get in for the wedding! Do you think you could talk to the guard and explain the situation? I mean I would hate to miss the opportunity to surprise Iris on her big day, just cause we couldn’t make it to the venue!”

Gladio waited with baited breath, hoping that Jared wouldn’t launch into a million and one questions. Thankfully the man simply uttered a weak affirmation and went silent. Leaning forward once again Gladio handed the phone off to the guard. They all watched as he ambled off a few feet away to talk.

“Do you all have ID?” Gladio asked quickly.

“Yeah I had Loqi make us all fake ones right before we left.”

“Luna too?” Gladio queried as he watched Aranea go wide eyed for a moment and shake her head.

“I’ve got one for my sister.” Ravus interjected.

“Why the h--.”

“We can’t waste time with that right now,” Gladio hastily replied, “I don’t have an ID!”

“You don’t carry one around with you in your wallet?” Aranea frowned, “That’s weird.”

“I don’t have my wallet!” Gladio all but shouted as he warily watched the guard, who was still talking to Jared.

Aranea went to response but suddenly looked rather guilty. “Yeah, sorry about that, you do have your wallet. It’s been in the trunk the whole time.” Gladio didn’t have time to respond as Aranea quickly launched into another round of discussion. “We also made you a fake ID as well; there is no point in using your real one now. That guard will call it in immediately.”

The flurry of activity that came next left Gladio in shock. He had no idea what Jared had told the man as the phone had been handed back, already disconnected. Their ID’s were reviewed and the contents of the trunk were checked. After five minutes the heavy metal gate was opened and they were waved through.

“Should I call him back?”

“His phone was probably tapped.” Loqi supplied. “I wouldn’t”

“Who was that anyway?” Luna piped in with curiosity.

“Jared, our housekeeper. What if he calls back, should I answer?”

“No!” Loqi interjected quickly. “Though, why did you call him of all people?”

“I can’t call my dad or anyone else at the citadel they’d be overheard talking. I thought maybe Jared might have a little more privacy at the house. I’m also hoping he only tells my dad I called. That might help us when we arrive.”

As they continued on, the wooded area near the wall gradually faded out to reveal the city. The people and traffic increased as they neared the city center. Unable to keep quiet for any longer Gladio blurted what was on his mind. “How did we get through with all your weapons?”

This time it was Luna who spoke up. “They retrofitted the car before we left, to hide them in the undercarriage. You were sleeping so you didn’t notice.”

“We may need to retrieve them before we reach the citadel,” Ravus announced. “That phone call had to have alerted someone to our presence in the city, even if this Jared only alerted your father.”

“It’ll be damn near impossible to get into the citadel if we show up visibly armed!” Gladio huffed as he leaned back into the seat. “Shouldn’t we come up with a plan to get inside first?”

Aranea spoke up before the others could respond. “We risk the traitor moving first so we have to act now and see how far we get.”

“This is stupid, I’ll get taken away to the doctor’s and you’ll all get locked up, except Luna,” sighed Gladio in frustration. “I thought you all had this worked out?” He fumed.

“We do have it worked out!” Ravus shouted. “We knew it would be trouble trying to gain entry so the best choice was to show up unexpected.”

“Unexpected is one thing,” Gladio snarled, “uncoordinated is quite another.”

“Can we stop fighting?” Luna begged. “Gladio please, they’ve been trying to work things out, trust me. You’ve been passed out for most, if not all of the conversations.”

“Didn’t you all think that it might be helpful to get an insider opinion? Nobody believed I have anything of value to add?”

“There wasn’t time!” Ravus enthused as he briefly turned to face him. “Gladio, time is not on our side, you must know this. The traitor has to know what we are up to and now their suspicions have been confirmed.”

“You don’t know that! Jared’s phone might not have been tapped.”

“Come on big guy, you know that isn’t how it works. Think ahead.” Loqi quipped.

“So we seriously have no other choice but to go driving up to the gate?”

“The traitor will act, no matter what we do.” Ravus added solemnly. “It’s best we make an appearance and work to shed light on the truth of the matter.”

“If we’re going into a trap I still don’t see why I can’t call my dad.”

“What if the traitor acts and makes an attempt on the king all because we called ahead.”

“You didn’t care about Regis yesterday I don’t see why you’re so concerned now.” Gladio grumbled.

Ravus growled in response and hit the side of the door with his fist. “Pull over! We’re dropping Gladio off. Then you can call whomever you like.”

“No!” Luna shouted. “That’s not fair! If you leave him I’m staying with Gladio.”

“Like hell you are!” Ravus yelled. “I didn’t risk everything just to leave you behind on the six damned street!”

The car fell into silence after Ravus’ outburst. Loqi even seemed startled by the turn of events, and simply drove on with his hands white knuckled on the steering wheel. Gladio was paying attention to the route and was surprised when Loqi kept making all the correct turns to get them to the citadel. Maybe they had planned something while he’d been recovering.

Now, all he wanted to do was get away from them all and see his family. The tension had reached an all-time high and Gladio didn’t know what would happen when they reached the main gate.

“I want my pole arm.” Aranea firmly announced once the towers of citadel came into view.

“How are you going to hide it inside the vehicle?” Gladio asked with worry.

“It breaks down, I’ll leave it on the floor boards until I need it.”

That didn’t sound very promising. Aranea was already planning on fighting. Gladio couldn’t do anything to stop her; he still had no strength and was too weak to access the armiger. Choosing to stay silent he sank further into the seat and started to fret.

No one else offered any comments or arguments so Loqi pulled over into a nearly empty parking lot after a minute. He put the car in park and waited as Aranea removed their weapons from underneath. Ravus got out and retrieved his sword. It fit neatly in between the seat and center console. Aranea true to her word dismantled her weapon and placed it on the floor boards. Once everyone was back inside and the doors were all slammed shut Loqi drove off again. Gladio could feel his heart hammering as they approached the citadel. What had seemed like an impossible dream was becoming reality. However, the outcome wasn’t guaranteed and he was getting scared that something truly horrible might happen.

The looming shadow of the building soon engulfed the car as they got closer. Loqi somehow knew to avoid the main gate and instead went to the service entrance. Luna had been correct, they’d been planning ahead. Gladio didn’t realize he was shaking until the car turned down the access road. Soon there would be no turning back.

Loqi already had the window rolled down when he drove up. Leaning down to catch a glimpse of the guard revealed Gladio didn’t know him. That was either going to be a blessing or a curse. Before Gladio could register what was happening Loqi had begun talking to the man.

“We demand an audience with the king. We are seeking asylum from Niflheim. Please inform his majesty that we are traveling with the prince’s shield Gladiolus Amicitia.” Loqi moved slightly and indicated behind him in the back seat.

The guard leaned down and blinked slowly. “ID’s please.” He croaked out after a second.

Gladio could tell from Ravus’ shocked expression that they weren’t expecting that response. Loqi cleared his throat and clumsily went to grab the stack of documents they’d already compiled from the check point at the wall. The guard took them and disappeared into this little hut.

“There is no way in hell they are gonna just open the gate for us.” Loqi breathed out tersely.

“What if they do? Then what?” Gladio asked. He knew there was a second gate to get through after this one. The security system in place included a moat of sorts around the perimeter. Two tall fences with barbed wire atop running alongside each other. The middle section had a single lane access road. This was their first obstacle.

Aranea answered after a beat, “you tell them we rescued you and not to kill us.”

“I don’t know if tha --.”

“Shut up he’s coming back!” Ravus hissed.

The guard came up and handed the documents back. “You’ve been cleared to go through, please wait at the second gate for an escort.” The man said nothing further and simply walked away as the heavy metal door in front of them suddenly began ratcheting open.

“Do I go in?” Loqi asked quietly. “Once this gate closes behind us escape becomes exponentially harder.”

“We can’t very well drive away now Loqi,” Ravus grumbled. “The next gate is right there anyway, let’s go see if they will let us in.”

“Fine.” Loqi replied with a frown. The car slowly crawled forward and jostled as it went over the speed bump at the gate. “Shit, they have the traffic spikes installed under here. I can’t go back even if I tried, the tires would pop.”

“Just drive forward and stop panicking.” Aranea ordered.

“I’m not panicking!” Loqi hissed. “I’m merely working to plan our escape should it be needed. They’ve even got concrete barriers up on either side.”

“Not everywhere,” Luna offered as she pointed to a missing section on their right.”

“Something’s wrong,” announced Ravus. “Where are the other guards, I don’t see any other people at this next gate.”

“They said there would be an escort though,” Luna commented with concern. “Why would he lie?”

“If it was a trap.” Aranea groaned.

Loqi suddenly became very animated. “No, no, no it can’t be!” He uttered in shock. “That can’t be true. There is no way that asshole is him.”

“What are you going on about?” Ravus insisted as he leaned over to stare out the window at what Loqi was looking at.

“Gladio! How far does this no man’s land between the gates stretch?!” Loqi asked hurriedly.

“Up to the main gate about 800 yards away, why?” Gladio didn’t get an answer as Loqi violently threw the car into reverse. They were all thrown forward as he gunned the engine. “What are you doing?!” Gladio shouted.

“I saw him!” Loqi screamed. “The other fucking bad guy, I fucking saw him!” He was frantic as he maneuvered the car away from the gate house.

“We can’t go back! The spikes will wreck the tires.” Aranea yelled.

“I’m not going straight back!” Loqi spit out as he turned sharply to fit in between gap in the barriers Luna had noticed earlier.

Gladio was about to tell him he was crazy when movement behind the guard tower caught his attention. The hulking figure of the captain of the guard soon came into view. “That’s captain Drautos he’s a good guy!” tried Gladio as he held onto the seat.

“He’s a captain?!” Loqi wailed, “Dear six no wonder you all didn’t notice.”

“He’s not a bad guy!” Gladio yelled again.

“That’s Glauca! He’s the ultimate bad guy!”

“Guys they have a car and are chasing us!” Aranea exclaimed with wide eyes while pointing out the window.

Loqi hadn’t noticed since he was facing the wrong way to drive. He turned and yelled loudly. The car jerked as he worked to maintain control. Spinning around once more he began driving faster. “We need to get the hell outta here, he’s gonna murder us all.”

“How do you know it’s him?!” Ravus asked as he worked his sword out from in between the seat.

“I know I saw him once talking to the emperor!” Loqi breathed out in a rush. “It was an accident, he had his helmet off, and it didn’t click until I saw him now. But that’s not important right now guys! Help me get outta here!”

Gladio was thinking fast, it’d been a long time since he’d been out on this side of the citadel. The next gate Loqi was speedily approaching would have the same traffic spikes. Maybe if they got into the main grounds they could get to the king before Drautos got to them. He was about to offer up the idea when a blue flash off to the side caught his attention.

It was actually two blue flashes, one slightly behind the other. Gladio recognized the first blue blur as the slightly hunched form of his friend. The crown prince of Lucis was currently warping like a madman towards their car.

“Aranea open your door!” Gladio demanded.

“Wha?”

“Just do it!!” He yelled.

Thankfully she wrenched the door open just in time. The prince had managed to clear the fence and was now next to the car. Gladio could see him struggling to keep up. Consecutive warps were exhausting and he was surprised Noct was still able to stay with them. Leaning back out of the way proved the right choice as a sword came whizzing by his head as second later.

The overwhelming surge of emotion that hit Gladio next was surreal. There, trembling in his arms and sprawled across the seat was Noct, in the flesh and blood. Without a second thought he hugged him fiercely. The prince wasn’t able to communicate clearly but he at least was able to hug back.

“Th--thought you were dead!” Noct managed to gasp in between breaths as he rested limply in Gladio’s arms.

“I’m okay.” He choked out. The heartfelt moment was immediately shattered when Ravus shouted a frantic warning. Gladio barely had time to react when the car swerved violently and slammed into something. Holding onto Noct with one arm, he reached out and hugged Luna close with the other. Gladio was disoriented and could only do what he knew best.

Shield.

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“You’re Shorter Than I Imagined”

First chapter of a new fic I’m working on! That’s right folks, I’m rising from my grave to start writing again!

Pairing(s): Jeremy/Gavin Michael/Ryan Geoff/Jack

Read it on AO3 if you’d like: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20008159

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“You’re shorter than I imagined”

Jeremy knew at age 9 what exactly a soulmate was.

At age 12 he was already planning his wedding proposal with the help of some of his friends.

At age 15, when he was much shorter than his classmates and deemed a “late bloomer” he knew he was going to punch his soulmate the first time he saw them.

At age 18 he had given up hope of growing past 5’4” and had come to terms with the fact that his soulmate was either going to get punched, or get a very sarcastic response (he was really hoping to punch them).

At age 24 he found himself in a different city, a different state; across the entire country. He somehow managed this by joining an underground boxing ring, stealing a monster truck, and faking his ID in order to get a plane ticket as fast as possible.

Los Santos was gritty, bloody, dark, and everything Jeremy needed to hide out for a while. What he wasn’t expecting was to end up planting roots permanently in the city.

The first root was Axial.

He met Axial while working as his “bodyguard” for a crew that was newly pieced together and still struggling with power balances. Jeremy was hired on to be extra muscle, and was immediately used to guard the hired hacker. Jeremy never said a word to Axial, and Axial never said a word to him.

Jeremy’s job was to keep watch over Axial to make sure nothing happened to him; so Jeremy just stood nearby idly on his phone. Axial just typed away on his laptop, occasionally talking in code over the radio.

“Hey eye-sore, c’mere for a moment,” Jeremy was startled slight by the slightly gruff voice coming from behind him. He quickly whipped around to see Axial rubbing at his eyes, the bags under them much more noticeable when he was looking away from his computer screen.

Jeremy pointed at himself questioningly, unsure if he was indeed the “eye-sore” Axial meant. Axial just nodded yes and sighed as he looked back at his laptop screen.

“Please tell me you know how to code. Even basics would be fine.”

“I uh, know some basic coding, yes. Enough to get by on my own.” Jeremy stood in front of the desk, unsure what Axial wanted him to do.

“I need you to look over this and see if you can find any coding bugs. If you can’t then go get me a rubber duck.”

A quick five minute glance soon turned into an hour long search through the mess of letters and numbers, which ended up in Jeremy making a run to the nearest corner store for a rubber duck. Jeremy picked up the first one he saw; a little yellow duck wearing a green frog hat. Axial laughed when it was presented to him, but graciously took the gift.

Two hours later saw him tiredly fixing the small bugs he found as he relayed the whole code to the little duck, which had been named “Duckington” by the two of them.

That little duck was the first piece of a long friendship.

The second root he planted was when he permanently joined the crew that had originally hired him to keep watch over Axial (or Matt seeing as how they were on a first name basis).

The crew was more of a rag-tag team of people, no one that really fit in anywhere else but with other misfits. It was actually rather nice.

Everyone felt more like a family, all on even ground with each other. No inner-crew hierarchies to climb, no chain of command to follow, it was very much a team effort which you never really saw with crews in Los Santos.

The crew was his family, better than the one he grew up with in Boston.

The third root was hard to appreciate at first.

The “B-Team” as they called themselves had decided to merge with one of the other similar crews. The “Fake AH Crew” as they called themselves, or really just the Fakes if you wanted to avoid the mouthful.

Jeremy had been skeptical at first, but everyone else seemed to enjoy (or at least entertain) the idea of coming together with the other crew.

The Fakes were smaller than them, but yet held more influence over the city by having picked up a couple heavy names over the years.

Jeremy got along with Kingpin, aka Geoff, the “leader” of the crew. He quickly learned that Geoff wasn’t the greatest at leading them, just good at keeping appearances up and helping direct people into the best jobs. Geoff was actually rather lazy and spent his free time reading and just overall being a dad to the crew. (Yeah Jeremy had accidentally called him dad a couple times, but so had everyone else at some point)

Then there was the Pilot. Fierce and stiff and just about as scary as the jets she flew. Only in reality, she was the closest thing to a human teddy bear. Jack was Geoff’s soulmate, she had shown the phrase on her arm to everyone in the crew as a warming-up story, the phrase “Dear GOD please don’t hit me” was written across her forearm, everyone laughing at the idea of Geoff “Touch my books and I’ll gut you” Ramsey had thought Jack was going to jump him the first chance she got, when in reality she was keeping him away from a drunk driver.

The story was warm and kind of sickenly sweet for a pair of crime bosses, but it didn’t make Jeremy feel any better about the five words scrawled across his own right arm. “You’re shorter than I imagined” Yeah whoever his soulmate was, was going to get a swift beating, supernatural connection or not.

The next person Jeremy got acquainted with was the Vagabond. Before meeting him, he was Jeremy’s idol and worst nightmare at the same time. The Vagabond was like everyone in Los Santos’ boogeyman; slinking in the shadows and taking lives like it was what he was born to do. But Jeremy quickly learned that the Vagabond was just a kind of a title, passed along to Ryan Haywood. A quiet former model turned mechanic that was roped into the life by a former friend and ended up with the black skull mask (the only constant) by sheer dumb luck.

Ryan and Jeremy worked well together, and hell even the Vagabond and Rimmy Tim did too.

Rimmy Tim was Jeremy’s new “alter-ego”. The purple and orange eye sore that had befriended Matt, that same art student’s nightmare that introduced himself to the Fakes on the first combined heist. Rimmy Tim was what Jeremy used to be; crazy, rambunctious, and just dumb enough to try to make a get away in a monster truck. Rimmy Tim was Jeremy minus the fear of his past.

Mogar at first was the last person Jeremy wanted to meet. Word on the street said that Mogar was a savage, some kid Kingpin picked up in the middle of the woods and handed a gun to, telling him one thing and one thing only, “Shoot first and ask questions never”. Some even said Mogar was the Jersey Devil himself. Jeremy knew all this to be a lie as soon as he saw Mogar for one night. Mogar was just Michael, a kid from his high school that had an obsession with lighting bags of dog shit on fire and throwing them into rich people’s yards while laughing his ass off about it for the next week.

Michael wasn’t scary.

But if he wanted scary? The one who locked himself up in the computer room with Matt all day was scary.

That was Geoff’s “Golden Boy” and from what Matt spoke of him? The dude was like anyone’s true worst nightmare. Fast fingers and an even faster mind. Sharp as hell and cold as ice.

The Golden Boy had access to just about any document that had ever touched the internet, and from there it didn’t take him much to connect the dots.

But from what Ryan spoke about him? He was just as young as Jeremy, and with enough ego to fill up two whole other people. Ryan said that he’d never stop asking dumb quesitons, and only ever left his “nest” when Jack forced him to eat with everyone else on occasion.

Jeremy was conflicted.

Matt spoke like he was a brilliant mastermind. (Annoying as hell to deal with, but an incredibly smart hacker). Ryan spoke like he was Geoff’s kid that Geoff was just trying to put to use somewhere he wouldn’t break anything.

In all fairness though, Jeremy didn’t believe either of them. Not until he had met this “Golden Boy” for himself at least.

So when he wasn’t busy he’d wait outside the computer room. Matt would slip out first and assume Jeremy was waiting for him. And well, Jeremy was just too polite to admit to his friend that he was actually waiting to try and meet the other guy. Never once did Matt leave after Golden Boy, never once did Jeremy get to meet him.

It went on for a month.

One whole month of Jeremy mulling over if it was really worth it to spend this much time trying to meet this “mysterious” crew member.

Eventually he was nearing the end of his patience, so he did what any sensible person would. He brought it up to Jack.

“I just don’t understand! I’ve met everyone except him, and no matter what I can’t seem to be in the same place as him at the same time!” Jeremy was gesturing wildly, his cowboy hat threatening to fall off as his hands flapped above his head.

“This is just how he is Jeremy, there’s no need to take it so,” She snickered slightly as attempted to mirror his flailing arms, “so to heart I guess.”

Jeremy just groaned, sliding down the kitchen counter. Jack just smiled and started to hum as she went back to cooking her lunch.

“I’d watch where you sit if I were you, this pot of boiling water seems dangerously close to your head.”

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice. Vaguely hidden threats were how Jack worked at getting you out of her way. Vague threats that she’s actually followed through on more than one occasion. (He’d witnessed Michael trying to bug her for the keys to her car and she threatened to lock him in the walk in freezer. Michael didn’t believe her and about an hour later Jeremy and Ryan were breaking him out of said freezer like a human popsicle heist.)

A week later and he still hadn’t even caught a glimpse of the Golden Boy. In fact, it was to the point Jeremy was starting to think everyone was collectively pretending that he was real when instead this “Golden Boy” never existed in the first place.

Jeremy was sitting outside one of their warehouses with Ryan, keeping guard because according to Geoff, “Golden Boy” had picked up little tid-bits here and there that a rival crew might be making an attempt to break into their warehouse on the coast.

Jeremy let out a bored sigh and fell against Ryan. (It was a thing he did, leaning on Ryan like a child. Ryan didn’t mind, in fact he rather enjoyed it.)

“You’re thinking too hard again, I can hear the wheels groaning.” Ryan kept his gaze forward, eyes watching the bushes in the distance.

“It’s nothing” At this Ryan moved his shoulder, effectively moving Jeremy back into a standing position.

“I’ve spent enough time with you to know that isn’t how your brain works.”

“Ughhh, fine” Jeremy focussed on the same bushes as Ryan, noticing an odd shake to them. “It’s just, does the Golden Boy actually exist?”

Ryan laughed at this, his hand reaching for the gun at his hip. “Yeah unfortunately he does.” He drew the gun slowly out of its holster. “Why, still haven’t seen him yet?”

“No, I feel like you’re all just pulling some elaborate prank on me.” Jeremy pulled out his own gun as well, bringing it up slowly with Ryan’s.

“I think I have some pictures on my phone of him if you want me to-” Ryan quickly popped off two silence shots into the bushes while Jeremy did the same. “-show you.”

The two of them watched as two bodies fell out of the bush they shot at. A third body went sprinting off into the distance. Jeremy smirked, that one guy would tell his crew that the Fakes had found out their plans and had killed the other two guys who were staking out the place.

“Yeah, sure why not. My curiosity is killing me.” Jeremy clicked the safety back on his gun and slid it back into the holster on his thigh, Ryan mirrored him, sliding his back into the holster at his hip.

Ryan pulled his phone out of his back pocket and tapped on it, navigating to his gallery where Jeremy caught a glimpse of several candid shots of Michael. He decided that whatever was going on between those two, he definitely didn’t need to know.

“Here’s the smug prick decked out before he went off to a negotiation with Geoff,” Ryan turned his phone so Jeremy could see.

The Golden Boy was tall and slim, but he pulled it off. The way he was stretched out over the heist table highlighted the leanness in his figure. Jeremy realized now why he was called “Golden Boy”, everything about him just oozed money and ego. His hair was bleach blonde, the gold shades sparkled, the jewelry was a little much, but the nail polish was Jeremy’s favorite piece. In the picture he had his nails painted with gold and black, each nail alternating in color, reminding Jeremy of the woman from the movie Holes that painted her nails with rattlesnake venom.

Something about him just captivated Jeremy, just pulled him in and he couldn’t stop staring.

Ryan had noticed, and when Jeremy finally got ahold of himself, he swiftly gave Ryan a kick to his shins to wipe the shit-eating smirk off his face.

“He looks like rich asshole.” Jeremy lied.

“He kind of is, but in that annoying sibling way that makes you wish daddy stopped giving him an allowance each week.” Ryan turned his phone off and slipped it back into his pocket, giving Jeremy a chance to end the conversation.

“So… Guess we can head back to the penthouse?” He didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, so he settled on just putting them in his pockets.

“Yeah, let Geoff know the good news. Maybe celebrate a little bit.”

Jeremy nodded. Getting absolutely shit-faced sounded like the best option right now.

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Oswald Takes the Bullet and Jim Bites It - Chapter 44 - Laugh or Cry

There is another twist in the search for and rescue of Oswald

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14157339/chapters/45596419

Laugh or Cry

Jim experienced such conflicting emotions as he stood staring down at the comatose figure in the hospital bed.

He felt some relief that this critically-injured soul attached to beeping machines with tubes going in and coming out of him wasn’t Oswald after all - and devastated that...well, this wasn’t Oswald after all….

If the man lying there had been Oswald, at least he would have found him...and at least he would have been out of that monster's clutches. He could have held his hand, stroked his face, kissed his cheek - talked to him, whether he could hear him or not, and tell him he loved him.

This unfortunate man did have a striking resemblance to his beautiful dark angel - but there were significant differences too.

He was a similar height and build. His face had the same exquisite bone structure, and the same aquiline nose. His closed eyes also revealed long, jet black lashes, matching the hair on his head.

But that noble nose lacked the cute freckled bump that Jim loved to peck so playfully, making his little devil squeal with ticklish pleasure when he did it.

And this guy’s dark locks were combed neatly and side-parted unlike his little kingpin’s spiked crown. He looked more like an administrator than a gangster.

However, there were a couple of hidden features that contradicted his clean cut appearance.

When the nursing staff had stripped their new patient to put him into his hospital gown, they had discovered a tattoo - on his left buttock, of all places. It was a red heart with the initial ‘J’ inscribed on it in italics. He also had a ring through his left nipple. It seemed that their sober looking John Doe might have hidden depths.

After leaving the scene, Jim offloaded to Harvey about the callous set up.

“The ID - the wallet…”

“All part of his sick joke. This man was supposed to die and we were meant to think it was Oswald, at least til you turned up to identify the body. Anway Jim, on the plus side, I’ve still got people following up those other leads we managed to find - as we speak - thanks to Ed.”

“That’s something, anyway,” Jim smiled gratefully, but then he frowned darkly. “The ring!” he snarled. He bit his lip fiercely and his blue irises turned to black.

That had been the finishing touch - they had put it on John Doe's wedding band finger.

Lecesse - or ‘Big Guy’, as Oswald had at first flippantly called him - had of course been Oswald’s enemy from day one. Leccese had coveted that engagement ring at first sight, and had quickly picked up on the reason for its presence on Oswald’s finger.

That first meeting had put paid to any business deals the two men might have struck - after Leccese had taken exception to what he saw as Oswald’s unacceptable life style, which Oswald had refused to lie about even at the risk of his own life.

He had tried to play down the whole encounter to Jim, because he hadn’t wanted to worry him unduly. He had summed up the whole experience as ‘the best of days and the worst of days’ - because the true loyalty of Gabe and his men had been proven by the way they had been prepared to back him up and lay down their own lives for him. That had made him so happy, and he had allowed this joy to overshadow any inner dread he felt every time Enzo Leccese’s name was mentioned.

“He wanted to slow us down, by planting these things on this John Doe,” Harvey said.

“As well as torment me,” added Jim bitterly. “Lecesse really is a sadist!”

“Yep, he is. But we are gonna get this sick sonofabitch Jim, and we’re gonna get Oswald back. That’s a promise! We just have to stay positive and keep pushing on those leads.”

“I know, I know. Thanks Harv. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Don’t mention it Jimbo. That’s what partners are for!”

“I wonder who this John Doe really is?” Jim pondered, as they made their way back to the precinct. “Someone will be missing him, too.”

“Jesus Jim, with the greatest respect, only you could care about a scumbag employee of Lecesse’s at a time like this!” “Well we have to have some compassion - I don’t want Lecesse taking that away from me, it’s just what he’d want - besides, this guy might not even be an employee of Lecesse, say if he’s just some innocent random stranger they did this to? Grabbed him off the street, noticing the resemblance?” “Bit far-fetched bud, although not impossible I guess. This is Gotham, after all…..anyway, we’ll put a guard on the door here and get the hospital to call if he comes round and can tell us anything. About Oswald I mean, as well as who he actually is.” “Which I hope happens, soon. If he’s one of Enzo’s guys he’s bound to know where Oswald is being kept.”

Meanwhile:

An elderly woman called in to the GCPD, clutching her capacious handbag tightly against her chest. She was on a mission.

Her greying brows were tightened with worry, her dark circled eyes betraying a lack of sleep as well as general poor health. Her reddened cheeks were salt-stained from crying.

“I-I want to report a missing person,” she sniffed, once she had managed to attract the attention of the officer on duty.

“Missing person? Who would you like to report as missing?”

“My son.”

“Oh, I see, I’m sorry to hear that - erm, Mrs..?”

“Gambini. Lucia Gambini. And my son, he is Marco, Marco Gambini.”

“I see. And how long has Marco been missing for? When did you last see him?”

“Yesterday. Yesterday morning, when he left for work. He said see you tonight mother, as he went out the door, but...but he didn’t come home! And he hasn’t called, and he still isn't back this morning…”

“Ah. Um, Mrs Gambini - are you sure your son is actually - well, missing? I mean - it’s been less than 48 hours, and might he just have spent the night....elsewhere?” the officer said slowly, trying to be as tactful as possible.

“Not my son! Not my Marco! He’s a good boy, officer, he would call me if he wasn’t going to come home. And he always comes home to his mother, without fail. And he doesn’t go tomcatting around - he doesn’t even date! I’m so worried something bad happened to him.” Her eyes filled with more fresh tears and she wiped fiercely at her eyes again. Then her brown irises flashed with determination. “Please, please, officer - you HAVE to help me find him!” she insisted, slamming her hand on to the desk and making the officer jump out of his skin.

So the officer decided to help Mrs Gambini and asked for a description - or a photograph - that the GCPD might work from.

Mrs Gambini nodded her head vigorously, and produced several photos of her beloved boy from her oversized handbag.

“Look at him - so handsome!” she declared, momentarily swapping angst for choked up pride. “I’m sure he only stays single because of me - I’m not in the best of health and he looks after me, you see….”

She stopped talking as she saw the officer’s expression change from forced patience to utter amazement.

So there it was - that little mystery was solved. Marco Gambini was the ‘body in the bed’ - the almost-duplicate Oswald planted by Enzo Leccese as a decoy and means of mental torment to Detective Jim Gordon.

So before long Mrs Lucia Gambini was sitting at her son’s hospital bedside, holding his hand and staring down at him with tears of anger, sorrow and disbelief.

“My poor boy! Look what they did to him! He did nothing to deserve this. You HAVE to find out who did this to my beautiful Marco!” she demanded, her dark eyes boring into Jim’s fiercely.

Jim nodded with understanding and empathy. His heart went out to Lucia Gambini. He promised her that they were going to get whoever was responsible and make sure that justice was done.

But meanwhile, he received another phone call from Lecesse, even more disturbing than the last - taunting him about the lookalike he had ‘killed’ and promising that next time, it really would be 'your fag boyfriend's body on that slab…. '

And shortly afterwards, a DVD had been dropped off by masked motorbike courier which showed a recording of Oswald in his cell on the first night of his captivity - clearly distressed and crying.

A typed note had been received with the recording which stated in no uncertain terms that Jim’s ‘sad snowflake of a fag fiance’ would be put to death if a list of demands wasn’t met - within the next 24 hours.

These were impossible in the timescale allowed. Enzo must have known that.

Jim was horrified to see Oswald in such terrible emotional pain. His heart was breaking and he’d never felt so angry and afraid.

He clenched his fists until the knuckles were white and fought off the scalding tears that burned at the back of his eyes.

Jim just had to find Oswald - fast - and then he was going to kill Enzo Leccese.

He didn’t know that this had been the only time that Oswald had given in to his emotions and shown his despair - before he had become aware of the camera’s presence in the room. Jim didn’t see his strong, defiant Oswald, the one who had since fought to hide his inner turmoil from the intrusive lens and the prying eyes of his captors.

Marco Gambini was strong and defiant too.

As Jim's fury rose to boiling point, Marco’s life signs went in to overdrive. He beat all the odds and dragged himself kicking and screaming back into the world.

The first thing he did on regaining consciousness was to ask to speak to Jim Gordon.

So, Marco had pulled through and had straightaway spilled the beans on Enzo. Now Jim knew where Oswald was being held. He thanked Marco from the bottom of his heart, and he was so grateful that Marco had decided to help Oswald, particularly as he had almost paid for it with his life.

Gabe and Zsasz gathered together Oswald’s loyal soldiers, then converged on the GCPD to join forces with them. This army prepared to overthrow Enzo Lecesse to rescue and reinstate Oswald to his rightful place. "Long live the King of Gotham!" they all proclaimed as they prepared for battle.

#gobblepotalliance2019

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Accidents Happen (Part 1)

Pairing: Bill x Reader Prompt: Your friends convince you to let loose and go out for a night of clubbing and drinking, only to wake up the next morning in bed with your- apparently- newly wed husband.

“C’mon, (Y/n)! You never go out with us anymore!” your friends begged you desperately trying to get you to turn your attention away from your paperwork that- just as desperate as your friends- needed to get done. You were drowning in all kinds of documents that your boss had asked you to take care of because he was too lazy to do it himself. You weren’t going to deny that your friends constantly pestering you about going out was getting on your last nerve.

You spin around, slamming your hand on the desk on top of your documents,”Fine! If I go will you guys leave me alone to get this done!?”

“We promise!” the three of them grinned happily, grabbing at your limbs and pulling you off determined to get you dolled up for your night of misadventures.

“It’ll be fun!” they said.

They might as well have told you.”Its been a while since you’ve made a bad decision so make the biggest one of your life tonight!”

Laying there with the thin white sheets draped over your naked body, you could only stare at the sleeping figure beside you. A very attractive man in his mid to late twenties. He was a dirt blonde with light skin, his long eyelashes resting against those prominent cheek bones, his nose was slightly pointed and his lips were rosy and parted as he breathed lightly in his sleep. He was a tall and slender figure with the same white sheets that draped you, covered him from the waist down.

He was very handsome. . . but it wasn’t just his attractive features that had you paralyzed. It was the that thing. That thing on his left hand that rested over his chest as it rose and fell with his every breath. That gold band hugging his ring finger... And the one on your finger to match his.

As if he felt your gaze glued to his form, he began to stir in his sleep. He shifted slightly, his face scrunching up as if resisting to wake up. But his attempt to keep sleeping was in vain as his eyes fluttered open. You’d almost wished he would’ve stayed asleep, because as soon as those green eyes met yours, you felt yourself shrivel up.

He blinked a few times before a slow smirk spread over his pink lips,”I guess drunk me still has good taste.”

His eyes scanned you from head down to your exposed chest to which you pulled the covers up to hide yourself feeling embarrassed even though you were fully aware you’d already slept with him.

“Good morning to you too,” you rolled your eyes slightly before letting a small silence linger and daring yourself to ask,”How much do you remember from last night?”

He folded his lips and glanced around the room as if searching for the memory on the walls. “Hmmm, not much, really. You?”

“Nothing.”

“Well, I bet it was fucking insane,” he laid back even more relaxed than before trying to imagine all the things he’d done with you in your drunken mess.

“Yeah, what gave it away? The fact that we’re both naked in the same bed or that we’re both married?” you still didn’t tear your eyes from him.

He chuckled and turned his head,”What?”

You sat up, clutching the sheets to your chest with your right hand and held up your left hand in his line of sight.

”Congratulations, honey,” you say the word bitterly,”we’re married.”

He didn’t react as fast as you thought- or react how you imagined at all. He simply stared and shrugged,”No problem, we’ll just go to the court and get this fixed.”

You looked at him refusing to believe he actually thought it’d be so simple. You huffed before tossing the sheets off yourself and scurrying to find your clothes and slip into them angrily. He only watched as you paced back and forth. His ringed hand running through his locks of hair, pushing them back to give his head a slight lift to see you more clearly.

“You look stressed,” he muses.

You’d already managed to squeeze back into the dress from last night and glare his way,”You expect me to be anything but that?”

He said nothing.

You rolled your eyes and left your cellphone number on the nightstand to his right. You had just woken up and already felt the frustrations and stress rising in your system. Why did it look like you were the only one who found this situation a total disaster? When you thought of being married, you never in a million years thought it’d end up happening while you were drunk and much less marry a stranger.

“Do I at least get to know my wife’s name?” a coy smile played onto this pink lips of his. He knew he was pissing you off. And he liked it.

“(Y/n),” you huff as you rummage through your purse making sure your wallet and all your credit cards and IDs were as you’d left and in tact.

“(Y/n) Skarsgard,” he hummed it like it was tune he sang to himself often and was trying to find the right pitch to fit,”Sounds catchy.”

“Skarsgard?” the name tasted of spoiled milk as you spoke it. Couldn’t have chosen someone better to marry than the man with a name that was difficult enough to pronounce.

“Bill,” he chirped,”Bill Skarsgard.”

“Well Bill Skarsgard,” you said his name venomously,” I left my number there so you can get a hold of me to schedule a court date.”

“Yes ma’am,” he pouted his lips out and nodded mockingly,”will do.”

Was he a literal fucking child?

Just as you were about to storm out, already boiling to the brim and restraining from slapping the pathetic smirk off perfectly structured face, he sat up.

“Wait.” The sheets pooling around his waist just barely covering his manhood, but giving a sneak peek at the delicious v-line edged on his hips. “Why don’t we just go together now that you’re here?”

You looked at him as if waiting for him to call his joke and let you walk out the door back into the real world where you’d much rather be.

“C’mon, I’ll buy us lunch after we get it settled,” he offered politely.

After weighing the options and seeing that since you were there already, you may as well make the trip in one go and get it over with as soon as possible, that there’d be no harm in going.

“Fine, but you drive.”

A/N: Short first chapter. I just wanted to see if you’d guys like the idea and wanted this to continue? Please tell me your thoughts! As a writer, your words and encouragement is what will keep me going!

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård imagine #pennywise #pennywise the dancing clown #roman godfrey imagine #hemlock grove #merkel #atomic blonde #behind the blue skies #battlecreek #henry pearl #roman godfrey

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Bev/Richie BrOTP Headcanons:

(These are really long; like I’ve said before, I have absolutely no idea how to convey ideas in less than like, seven thousand words, so headcanons are new to me. But if you have any requests, send me a prompt, and I’ll do some more because I actually really like doing them! Open to other fandoms, too, like Shameless, TWD or Stranger Things!)

Bev and Richie are best friends.

Like, BEST best friends.

They’re are always the ones with the bad ideas

And they’re always supporting the other’s bad ideas

Like how Bev is the only one cheering when Richie finally lays into Huggins for pushing Eddie in the hall, while all the other Losers try to pry him off

And Richie is all for Bev’s cousin making them fake IDs

They sneak out of their different classes at the same time to share a smoke in the girls’ bathrooms

They have English together, and their English teacher is NOT happy about it. She sat them next to each other once and has never immediately regretted a decision more in her life because they would NOT. SHUT. UP.

Not only that, but Richie would make dick jokes (out loud, of course; he’s no pussy) about EVERYTHING the class read, and Bev would laugh her ass off every time.

“Of course Juliet killed herself. Couldn’t live without that dick!”

“Why is it that when she does it, she just has to wear an A on her tits, but when I do it, I get detention for ‘inappropriately propositioning the music teacher’?”

“Call me Ponyboy, cuz I’ll let you ride it.”

“TOZIER!”

Meanwhile, Bev is hanging out of her desk, one hand on the floor literally crying with laughter.

After that, the teacher moves them completely across the room from each other

But do you think that stops them? Oh, no.

They try to sneak it and sit together anyway, since the seat next to Bev is empty, but they always get caught.

So they just literally shout across the room while the teacher’s talking

Or they stand and throw notes back and forth like football players, not even trying to hide it

It’s so bad that the teacher finally relents and lets them sit together, because then at least the ruckus is contained to one corner of the room

Richie drives Bev to school, since they live the closest, AKA they both live in ‘poor town’.

Richie has a thing for climbing houses and sneaking in windows (For real, though, I’ve never met anyone that disagrees, so if it wasn’t actually canon, it is now)

So when he has a bad day, or when Bev and her father argue, she’ll lock her door so her father can’t get in and sit on the roof with him and smoke.

This is where they got high for the first time, just the two of them.

If Richie’s having a really bad night, he’ll let himself into her room while she’s sleeping and just sleep on the floor (sometimes he goes to Eddie’s instead; it just depends on how he’s feeling that night).

Until one winter night. Bev woke up when Richie was closing the window. He wasn’t wearing a coat, so she told him to just lay in the bed with her to warm up.

He only meant to stay for a minute, but he was hella tired so he crashed. The next morning, he woke up with his head on Bev’s chest and her arms around him.

When she woke up, she just kissed the top of his head and left to go to the bathroom.

Now every time Richie spends the night, they sleep in Bev’s bed and cuddle.

Bev is the big spoon

Richie goes with Bev to get her belly button pierced when she’s sixteen. He holds her hand the whole time

He kinda wants his done too, but the piercer snorts and says it’s a girl thing (which upsets Richie even though he tries to hide it, and Bev is so angry at the guy that she ‘accidentally’ knocks over an entire case of jewelry on her way out)

In the end, he gets his nose pierced, and Bev tells him how sexy he looks the whole way home (Eddie agrees by nearly attacking him with kisses in the middle of his living room when Richie comes over to show him)

Richie has really small feet for a guy (which bothers him for some reason) so he’s always stealing borrowing Bev’s Doc Martens

Bev gets revenge by taking all his favorite Hawaiian shirts

He pretends to be mad, but Bev slays in them, and even his gay ass can’t deny that she looks better in them than he does

Everyone assumes that Richie is this player, because he flirts with literally everyone. Guy, girl, gay, straight, undecided, it doesn’t matter; Trashmouth Tozier will make kissy faces and wink at you

But only Bev knows that he’s a scared virgin, and that he’s only ever been intimate with Eddie

She and Ben have sex first, so she shares everything she knows with Richie. She even lifts him some condoms and a bottle of lube from the pharmacy since he can’t go buy them himself because people can see me, Beverly!

Richie helps Bev shop for lingerie, and she always models it for him at home.

He insists that she could wear a burlap bag and Ben would bust a nut, but she likes the way she feels knowing she’s dressed in leather or lace under her clothes and nobody else (but Richie) knows, so it’s as much for her as it is for Ben.

In that case, Richie wholeheartedly supports this, because he is all for his best friend feeling powerful and sexy, like Yaas, slay, my Queen!

Richie has absolutely no problem buying Bev tampons if she’s on her period and cramping so bad that she can’t get out of bed

And she gets killer periods, so when she’s on the rag, they’ll watch movies and pig out on ice cream together

Richie is a touch slut with everybody, always wanting physical contact, like hand holding, or playing with someone’s hair, or sitting on their lap, or kissing their cheeks

Bev (even more so than the rest of the Losers) lets him be as touchy as he wants, and never calls him out on it because she knows that aside from the Losers, he’s never been shown any other affection, so it’s normal for him to want it so badly

(Which she knows because she asked Ben to do the research on why kids from broken homes are sometimes more affectionate)

People always assume they’re a couple, since Richie is so handsy with her, and they never correct anyone

They always down to play the part when one of them is getting hit on, so much so that Richie has kissed Bev almost as much as Eddie

Richie knows when Ben and Bev do anything sexual for the first time, as Bev always tells him about it immediately afterward

Richie returns the favor, knocking on her window one Wednesday night in the middle of the summer of their Junior year, explaining that they’d finally done it. Eddie and Richie have finally lost their virginity to each other.

Bev cries and gives him the biggest hug

She cries even harder when Richie tells her that they used the condoms and lube she stole for him

She paints the nails on his middle fingers black for him every week, but just the middle fingers, because he says that’s the one he uses most often

They talk about serious things when they’re cuddled in bed together

Bev tells Richie that she knows in her heart that she’s gonna marry Ben, and that one day, Richie will be the godfather to their children

Richie doesn’t say anything, but Bev hears him sniffle happily

Richie admits that he plans to follow Eddie to whatever college he gets into, (since he was never planning on going to college, anyway) no matter where in the country it is

Even Alaska, even though Richie hates the cold

That’s when Bev knows he’s serious about Eddie, even though he’s never been serious about anything else in the world

He also confesses that he’s terrified when he thinks about how hard their life will be, and how much it fucking sucks that they’ll always live in constant fear, simply because they’re two guys in love

Bev agrees, and kisses Richie’s shoulder

But he also tells her that even with all the bullshit, teasing, violence and fear, he doesn’t ever wish he was straight, because Eddie was the best thing that has ever happened to him

They agree that no matter where they go, and how long they’re apart for, that they will always be there for each other

Fast forward ten years:

Richie stands up by the altar in a tux and a vest that’s the same shade of tiffany blue as the bridesmaid dresses

He gasps when he sees Bev, even though he and Eddie were with her when she found her dress. He even cries as she walks down the aisle

He holds her bouquet, keeps Ben’s ring safe during the ceremony, holds her dress when she has to pee, makes an inappropriate and hilarious speech, and basically just nails this whole Maid of Honor thing (Bev was fine with calling him her Man of Honor, but he insisted that he was not missing out on anything that came with the job, and that includes the title Maid of Honor)

He DJ’s a lot of the reception, until Bev pulls him onto the dance floor for a slow dance

He tells her how much he loves her while they’re dancing, how happy he is and how beautiful she looks. How proud he is of what she’s overcome, and how honored he is to have such an amazing woman for a best friend

And now she’s crying

Fast forward two more years:

Bev beams from her spot as Best Man, looking sharp as shit in a tailored black tuxedo and a pastel pink bow tie (Picking the colors was a process. Eddie loved pastels, but argued that light pink was too ‘girly�� and obvious for a queer wedding. Richie, however, was not having it, and insisted that Eddie’s favorite color be showcased in all its grandeur, no matter how gay it was)

She got to hold Ben’s and Richie’s hands (After much deliberation about who was going where, they put Ben and Stan on Richie’s side, while Eddie had snatched up Bill and Mike for his party) while Eddie walked down the aisle, alone but confident

She cries like a baby when Richie mentions her in his vows

“I told Beverly years ago that I was gonna follow you no matter where you went, and she never doubted me for a second. She’s always encouraged me to chase my dreams, and that’s you.”

Bev helped them decide what song should be their first dance song

Spoiler Alert: It’s Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by Bryan Adams

Afterwards, all the Losers storm the floor for their own special dance (they dance to St. Elmo’s Fire)

They all hold hands and dance and sing at the top of their lungs, even though Bill still stutters a little, Eddie’s tone-deaf, Ben is usually too embarrassed to sing, and Stan has two left feet

Beverly is the last person to kiss the boys before they leave for their honeymoon, and she watches the limo drive off with eyeliner streaming down her face

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Second Chance- Chapter 1

Summary- It's tough losing your best friend just months before your wedding, especially when he was supposed to be your best man. Tendou would have never guessed, he would have to live through this scenario. Learning how to live on, as Semi would have told him to. But one rainy evening, a newborn is left at his and his husband's doorstep.

And it will change their lives forever.

Warning- Major Character Death

Pairing- Ushijima Wakatoshi x Tenou Satori (UshiTen)

AU- Reincarnation

Word count- 3K

Don’t blame me if you cry ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

AO3

Tendou and Ushijima had been together for a long time, getting close to six years with the end of October. They became a couple when they and the rest of the third years retired from the volleyball club, passing on the torch to the new team (and after doing those 100 jump serves). Their friends saw it coming and were all smiles when the couple was spotted holding hands together.

At the beginning of April, just five months after getting together, a new chapter had begun for them. For Ushijima, it was attending the university on a full volleyball scholarship (with the interest in majoring in business). For Tendou, university...wasn’t in his plans. Instead, an apprenticeship with a mangaka was. When the middle blocker brought it up to the wing spiker, Ushijima encouraged him to take it.

“This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity, Satori. Take it. This is your dream and I will one hundred percent support that dream.” Ushijima stated. Not many people would have supported this idea, thinking it was a waste of time. Saying just go to university and get a decent paying job. Do not take the risk.

A lot of people told Tendou that.

Tendou didn’t listen to those people and took it. Ushijima stood by him and became his biggest supporter. This apprenticeship meant Tendou would have to give up a lot of things (such as a social life) and was going to be spending long hours working with the mangaka. But that didn’t matter to the wing spiker, as long as Tendou was happy, that was all that mattered. So Ushijima wouldn’t question why there was ink on Tendou’s face or pencil lead smudged on his hands; instead he would clean them off and ask how his day had went.

Not only was Ushijima supporting Tendou’s dream; but Tendou was also supporting Ushijima’s dream, going professional. The redhead became not only Ushijima’s biggest supporter, but his cheerleader. Cheering for him as loud as he possibly could at every single game Tendou was able to attend. It also meant long training days and not getting back to their shared apartment until seven or even eight that evening. All the university’s games were not always home and Ushijima would be gone from Friday afternoon until Monday morning (of course, this depended on what university they were going to).

October 29th, their anniversary. Six years, it had gone by so fast. It only felt like yesterday when they had kissed after confessing at eighteen years old. Just five months away from high school graduation and about to start a new part of their life, a new journey they started together.

December 16th, a day Tendou didn’t see coming. Japan made it into the world championship, playing against Team Italy. Ushijima showed Italy why his nickname (Super Ace) had stuck around with him all these years. And introduced to them a new nickname they’ve never heard before.

“MIRACLE BOY! WAKATOSHI!” Tendou hollowered at the top of his lungs with a crowd of fans surrounding him, cheering for a point for Japan. Ushijima smirked and looked at an Italian wing spiker, who stood across from him and looked confused.

“Miracle Boy?” He asked, raising eyebrow.

“That would be me.” Ushijima responded, straightening up and looking at the player, who just looked even more confused.

But that confused expression vanished when Japan won the world championship, everyone cheering as the team ran around the court in excitement and hugging one another. Tears of joy in their eyes, they had won! They had won the volleyball world championship, JAPAN did! Tendou, felt so incredibly proud of the Japan team, but also Ushijima. As the press surrounded the team and coaches, Tendou watched as the wing spiker broke away from the chaos and jogged over to the Japan cheering section.

“Satori! Come down here!” Ushijima called out, holding his arms out to the former middle blocker.

What? Ushijima wanted him to come down onto the court? Why? Well he might as well find out, jumping from the stand and being caught by the wing spiker. Before Tendou could ask a question, the wing spiker bent down on one knee and taking Tendou’s hand into his.

“Satori, would you marry me?”

Let’s just say, the cameras caught the moment Tendou screamed yes at the top of his lungs and tackled Ushijima to the ground. Ushijima later confirming online that yes, he proposed to his boyfriend of six years and would be getting married.

Their engagement was the trending tweet the next morning.

The moment they got back to Japan, friends and family members were calling and texting them congratulations on their engagement. Such an exciting time and a time to celebrate. The old Shiratorizawa team threw a small party for their friends at a restaurant to celebrate their engagement. In the middle of celebrating though, Tendou nudged Semi to follow him outside the party room. Although the former setter was confused, he still followed Tendou to the outdoor patio of the restaurant.

“Eita, I want you to be my best man when Wakatoshi and I get married.” Tendou said right away, not letting Semi even ask why they had come out. At first, the former setter wasn’t able to answer, having being stunned into silence. He hadn’t expected to be suddenly confronted with this kind of question.

“Satori...of course!” Semi answered with a big smile crossing his face. Tendou gasped and hugged him tight.

“Thank you, Eita-kun! It really means the world to me.”

“Satori, you’re my best friend. It’d be an honor to stand with you on your big day.” Semi responded, hugging his best friend back.

Wedding planning started and a date was picked.

October 25th

June meant there were only four months left until the wedding and there was still plenty of stuff left to plan. Neither Tendou nor Ushijima had not known how much planning would go into a small ceremony for late October. Geez, so much to book ahead of time and so many decisions to be made. Thankfully, their friends and family were helping them plan this wedding and making it much easier to make it happen.

Or otherwise, they would probably not get anywhere close to finishing on time.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and Tendou was currently sketching out the next chapter of his manga; while he waited for a call from Semi. Semi had been a big help during this planning process and Tendou couldn’t have been more grateful for his best friend’s help. The call he was waiting for is in regards to their wedding suits, his and Semi’s suits. The two best friends opted to have matching suits and Semi knew a tailor, who could possibly make them.

Tendou just needed to know how much it would be for their suits and when they could come in together to get measured. So while he waited, he went on with his day and that meant finishing up the sketch. Also he waited for Ushijima to return home from training (but that was still about three hours away).

Before he knew it, the former middle blocker zoned everything out for the next two hours. Focusing on his chapter and aiming to have it finished and ready to be inked the next day. That was until his phone began to ring.

“Oh that must be SemiSemi!” Tendou picked his phone, but noticed the caller ID.

DOCTOR REON

With a raised eyebrow, Tendou answered.

“Helllllo?”

“Sa...Satori.” Came the broken voice of Reon. Was...was he crying? It sounded like the former wing spiker was crying, he could hear sobs coming from the other end of the phone. What in the world was going on?

“Reon? What’s wrong? Hey come on bud, take a deep breath and calm down.” Reon was a man that wasn’t afraid to show his emotions, but with his new responsibility of being a doctor, he had been getting better of hiding them when wanted. But why was he calling Tendou? Reon usually called Yamagata if he was upset about something and by the sounds of it, he was an emotional mess. Tendou swallowed before asking another question.

“Did...did you lose another patient?”

“S-Satori.” But Reon didn’t say anything else after that as another sob took over him. Something...something didn’t seem right and Tendou didn’t like the feeling settling down in his stomach.

“Ohira-san, I’m sorry.” Tendou heard someone say, maybe a nurse? “I know this call is tough to make, but he has a right to know.”

“I know, I know.” Reon responded, taking a deep breath. “I never...I never thought I’d have to make this call.”

Reon’s voice sounded so...so sad. Tendou wished he had a second phone so he could quickly text Ushijima to make sure he was alright. Hearing his friend take a deep breath, Tendou prepared himself for whatever the doctor is about to tell him.

“Satori, I’m...I’m so sorry.” Reon finally said.

“...Reon, you’re scaring me. Whose hurt? Is Wakatoshi-”

“No, Wakatoshi didn’t come in. Satori...it’s Eita.” Reon cut off.

“SemiSemi? Is he okay? What happened?” Reon didn’t respond for a moment, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.

“Eita was in a serious car accident and he-he...he didn’t make it through the surgery.” Reon finally said and he broke down, his phone falling into his lap as he embraced the person next to him.

Tendou sat there, eyes blinking as the information processed in his mind. Semi, his best friend, his best man, had been in a car accident. A car accident that was serious enough to send him to the hospital and his injuries had required surgery. A surgery he didn’t make it through…

It finally clicked and Tendou’s eyes widened.

“N-no. No, that’s not right.” He managed to get out. “No! Reon! Don’t play around with me!”

This couldn’t be true. This couldn’t be true! His best friend couldn’t be...couldn’t be dead. Reon picked up his phone and sniffed, whipping his eyes.

“I wish I was lying, I really wish.” His voice cracked. “I really wish, Satori.”

The phone dropped from Tendou’s hand as tears began to stream down his face. He tried to stand up, but only crumbled to the floor. He sobbed and sobbed as he curled himself into a ball, not noticing Reon hanging up. His best friend, his best man was gone.

“SATORI?!” Ushijima’s voice called out not even ten minutes after receiving the bad news.

Reon had called and informed Ushijima of the bad news and said he needed to get home to check up on Tendou. The wing spiker rushed into their apartment and found his fiancé on the floor in a fetal position. An emotional mess. A person who had just lost one of the most important people in his life. Ushijima looked at him, his own eyes watering as he watched Tendou look up and slowly sit up. Tendou’s sclerae were the same color as his irises, red, from all the crying he had been doing.

“‘T-Toshi.” He managed to get up, but his sobbing took over.

Ushijima didn’t say a word, but sat down on the floor and embraced him. Tendou broke down in Ushijima’s shoulder as the wing spiker’s own tears started to fall. They held each other for dear life, not wanting to let the other go and...something happening to them. They didn’t move from the floor until that evening, but even in bed, they didn’t let each other go.

They didn’t expect to return to Miyagi to say goodbye to their friend. But then again, nobody expected to return home to say goodbye to someone as young as Semi was. He had only been twenty-four. He had his whole life ahead of him, but it was cut short thanks to a man’s idiotic decision to drink and drive.

That man was currently awaiting trial.

The old Shiratorizawa team all met up at Ushijima’s childhood home to attend both the wake and funeral together. Even Coach Washijou and Saitou Akira went with the team. Because of the busy schedules, the next time the whole team was supposed to meet was in October. During Tendou and Ushijima’s wedding on the 25th. But here they were, meeting up a whole four months early to say goodbye instead of celebrating.

Finding Semi’s family was heartbreaking, especially seeing his Grandmother not being her typically bubbly, loud self. Instead, they saw a heartbroken woman, grieving over the death of her beloved Grandson.

“Semi-san,” Washijou started, bowing to the family. “We are deeply sorry for your loss and we send our condolences.”

Shiratorizawa also bowed.

“Thank you for coming, Washijou-san.” Semi’s Mother, Koi, thanked with a small smile. Semi had had his Mother’s sharp brown eyes. “We appreciate it.”

“Of course. He was a fine young man I got to know over his three years at Shiratorizawa.” Washijou nodded.

“Again, we appreciate you all for coming.” Semi’s Father, Yoshino, nodded with a sad smile. Yoshino had the same blonde ash color Semi had. Washijo nodded and placed a hand on the Grandmother’s shoulder.

“He’s up there with your husband. He’s in good hands.” Mentioning Semi’s Grandfather, who he had never gotten to meet as he had passed away just a few years before Semi was born.

Tendou watched as she put her hand on top of the man’s hand and nodded. She didn’t say anything, Tendou didn’t blame her. He’d probably- not probably, he knew he would start to cry if he was in her spot. Semi meant everything to her and she meant everything to him. As Washijou stepped aside, the rest of the team gave their condolences before moving onto where the wake would be happening.

The next evening after the funeral, guests gathered at the Semi home to enjoy food that had been brought by Koi and Yoshino’s co-workers. People talking and laughing about everything, Tendou couldn’t believe there were people laughing, after they had just said goodbye to someone. But he just figured it was better to start moving on then just moping around. Shiratorizawa stayed together, eating and talking on the stairs of Semi’s childhood home. Looking at all the pictures of when their friend was a baby until now. They all told stories about their days at Shiratorizawa and faovirte memories they had with Semi.

Tendou had to get up, he needed fresh air. No one stopped him, everyone knew he was taking this the hardest. He walked into the backyard to find only one person outside and that was Semi’s Grandmother sitting on the swing. She looked up when the door opened and saw Tendou, who was going to leave, but she patted the seat right next to her. She wanted him to join her.

“Hey Grandma,” Tendou greeted her as he sat next to her and laid his hands on top of hers. “How are you holding up?”

“Oh I’ve been trying, sweetie. I’ve been trying, but it hasn’t been easy.” She sighed and looked up at him, removing one of her hands from his grip and touching his cheek. “How have you been holding up, dear? I’ve been worried about you.”

“I’ve been the same. I keep thinking this is some nightmare that doesn’t want to end and I’ll wake up and Eita is blowing my phone up, telling me to wake up.” He chuckled at that last part, wishful thinking that he knew was never going to happen.

“I’ve been thinking about you and the others.” Grandma Semi, as everyone called her, treated the whole team like her own Grandchildren. Tendou knew she was worrying about them after this happened, that’s just how she had always been. Tendou nodded and they didn’t say anything for a few minutes before he spoke up again.

“Grandma I don’t think I can do it.” Tendou said, tears spilling over. “I can’t get married without my best friend by my side. Grandma I just can’t! I need Eita by my side.”

“Satori, look at me.” Grandma Semi said, grabbing Tendou’s chin and making him look at her. The former middle blocker moved to looked at her, his tears falling onto her hands. Although her eyes were are full of sadness and also watering up, she smiled at him.

“Eita wouldn’t want you to cancel the wedding because he wasn’t there. He would have been upset and angry that you threw away all the money you put towards the wedding and ended up cancelling because of him. Eita would have wanted you to marry Wakatoshi no matter what and honey, I know it’s hard. I really do know it’s hard, but you have to move on. And moving on means getting married in October.” Grandma Semi sniffed, tears falling now.

“I know he would have, but he’s been my best friend since we were first years and...he’s gone. He’s been there for everything.”

“Losing someone close to you is hard and moving on is just as hard. But listen to me Satori, as long as you never forget him, he’ll always be with you. He’ll be here,” She pointed to his head. “And here.” And to his heart.

“And you bet your bottom dollar he’ll be standing next to you on your wedding day. But in spirit. Smiling at you as you say ‘I do’ to Wakatoshi.” Grandma Semi smiled. Semi had had the same smile as his Grandmother and it gave Tendou some comfort. He leaned forward and leaned against her forehead, nodding.

“Wakatoshi and I already talked about it, we’re going to have an empty seat with his picture sitting in it.” Tendou told her, a smiling cracking for the first time this whole week.

“What a wonderful idea.”

Four months later, October 25th arrived and the wedding went on as scheduled.

Like he told Grandma Semi (who also attended with Koi and Yoshino), there was an empty seat with Semi’s picture in it. Tendou didn’t ask anyone else to stand for him and so, Ushijima didn’t have anyone stand with him. To him, it wasn’t fair that Ushijima’s best man (who happened to be Reon), would stand with him when Tendou didn’t have anyone standing with him. So, no one stood with them.

During the reception, Tendou took a quick breather outside and looked up at the stars. The night sky looked gorgeous with the glowing moon and twinkling stars and not a single cloud to cover it’s beauty. He smiled and leaned against the railing as he looked at the stars.

“I got married, SemiSemi. I wish you were by my side, but I know you were. I just couldn’t see you. I know you’re watching us and dancing with your Grandpa up there.” Tendou chuckled. “You party animals. I’ll see you later on, Wakatoshi is going to be wondering where I am so I better go back instead.” Tendou smiled up to the stars, before he turned around to head back inside.

But then, something stopped him and made him turn around. Obviously, no one else was with him. So...why did he feel like there was someone next to him? Like someone had been there the whole time?

“Oi Satori! It’s time to cut the cake.” Yamagata called out as he poked his head outside.

“Coming!” Tendou sing songed as he followed the former libero back into the reception. He looked behind himself one more time to make sure he wasn’t going crazy. Seeing it had only been him, he went back inside.

“LET’S CUT THE CAKE!”

#Haikyuu!!#Reincarnation AU #UshiTen #Ushijima Wakatoshi #Tendou Satori #Ushijima x Tendou #Haikyuu!! Fanfiction #I'M SORRY SEMI I LOVE YOU (ಥ﹏ಥ)#ENJOY 🎉#tokiwriting

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