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#me?? texting my ex bc i'm in the middle of a finals-week induced mental breakdown???#it's more likely than you'd think!#in my defense she texted me first i'm just replying#several days late#whatever it's fine#i just really don't want to write this essay about judith butler#and i think i've done enough to pass the class without it#like. it would be a low-c passing#but it would be passing!#argh#i'm too much of a perfectionist for that but it's a nice thought#wow can you tell i'm in a Mood TM tonight
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Baby-Baby-Baby
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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader
*i say it's a plus size reader, but it is not something that i focus on explicitly in my fics, because your size should not define you. it will only come up if it comes into the story organically.*
word count: 2,993
summary: Harry meets his niece for the first time, the joy and excitement are quickly replaced with a whole new set of feelings when his best friend, Y/N joins him at the hospital.
a/n: throwing my hat in the unclerry ring with this big ball of fluff. i actually just thought of a new series idea that this would have fit so perfectly with, but i'm nowhere near ready to start releasing that, so here's a little bestierry fluff instead!
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The sound of her phone ringing breaks Y/N from her deep, peaceful slumber. With an annoyed grumble, she blindly slaps her hand around until she finds it and answers it with a grunt.
“It’s happening Y/N, it’s happening!”
As she slowly starts to come to, she rubs the sleep from her eyes and sits up. “Harry? Wh-what’s happening?” She responds groggily.
“Gem! She’s having the baby! She’s at the hospital right now!” He shouts, causing her to furrow her brow and pull the phone away from her ear slightly.
“Okay, Harry, deep breaths, calm down.” She says trying to talk him down. “Are you going to the hospital?”
“Not yet, mum’s there with her and Michal now. They’re going to let me know when she’s here and then I’m going to go.”
She could hear the anxiety in his voice, she could see it clearly in her mind, Harry pacing back and forth in his living room, likely with a glass of wine in his hand. “And what are you doing until you get that call?” She says knowingly.
Harry notices her tone and knows exactly why she’s asking. “You know, just taking it easy.”
“Liar.”
Harry sighs and rolls his eyes. “Well what do you want me to do? My big sister is having a baby! I’m going to be an uncle!”
“I’m coming over.” She replies as she slides out of bed and starts grabbing some clothes to change into.
“You don’t have to…”
“Yes I do,” she interrupts. “If I don’t, I’m just going to get a bunch of stream of consciousness texts and phone calls from you while you sit alone freaking out. I may as well just get them in person.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.” Harry says. She can hear his pout from the other end of the phone.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
There’s a brief silence on the other end of the phone. He definitely wanted her to come over, he didn’t want to wait alone, he just felt bad dragging her out of bed and demanding her time. “Thanks, Y/N.”
She smiles softly at his appreciative tone. “Of course.” She hangs up the phone and gets dressed.
Thirty minutes later, Y/N was standing at Harry’s front door knocking gently. When he answers, he’s noticeably frazzled.
“Hey, Uncle Harry.” She says cheerily.
In that moment, Harry’s nerves and anxiety drift away and the corners of his mouth turn up into a wide, dimpled grin. He takes her hand and leads her into the house. “Wine?”
“Half a glass.” She says as he leads her to the kitchen. She takes a seat at the kitchen island as he pours her some wine, and a little more for himself. She arches a brow at him.
“It’s only my second, and I’m only having it so you aren’t drinking alone.” He says defensively.
“Fine, we have one now to pre-celebrate, and another when you get back from the hospital.” She holds up her glass. “To Gemma and Michal.”
“Mhm,” Harry hums in agreement, clinking his glass to hers and taking a sip. “Wait, what do you mean when I get back from the hospital?”
She looks at him like he’s crazy. “Isn’t that what this is all about? You’re waiting to get the call so you can go meet your niece.”
“Yeah, no I get that, but you said when I get back, not when we get back.” He arches a brow.
“Because we’re not going. You are. I’ll just wait for you here, or go home and sleep…”
“What do you mean go home? You’re coming!”
“Harry, this is a family thing, your sister will have just gone through labor. This isn’t some party I can just tag along to.”
“Don’t be an idiot!” Harry laughs and shoves her playfully. “You’re practically family, you know Gemma loves you.”
Y/N rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she takes a sip of her wine. “So, should we narrow down what baby gift you’re bringing to the hospital? I know you have a room full of toys and outfits for her.” She expertly changes the subject.
“Probably just one of the stuffies, she’ll only be in the hospital for a few days, I can bring everything else to the house when she gets home.”
She chuckles at his answer. “God, you’re already spoiling the hell out of this kid.”
“You’d better believe it!”
The two of them continue to chit chat and laugh, passing the time and successfully keeping Harry distracted, and then his phone rang. Harry looks at the screen, his gaze flitting up to Y/N. “It’s mum…”
“Well answer it!” She insists.
“Mum?” Harry answers the phone, Y/N watches Harry’s expression, his eyes quickly light up, a bright smile growing on his face as he gives her a thumbs up, indicating that everything went well.
“That’s great! Yeah, okay.” He continues to respond to his mother on the other end of the phone. “Yeah, on my way.” He looks up at Y/N. “Oh, Y/N is here, do you think Gem would mind if she came too?” His proud brother smile is quickly replaced with a shit eating grin. “Great, we’ll see you soon. Love you too.”
“She said it would be wonderful if you came. Now they’re expecting you, so you have no choice.” He says smugly, causing her to roll her eyes.
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They enter the maternity ward of the hospital, and walk down the hallway to Gemma’s room. When they arrive in front of the door, Harry pauses, his hand resting on the door handle.
“You ready to be an uncle?” Y/N says softly, placing her hand on his back.
His smile widens and he nods his head, turning the handle and pushing the door open. The friends enter the room together, Harry going straight to his sister, while Y/N goes to greet his mother, Anne.
“Congratulations, mum.” Harry says to his sister with a chuckle.
Gemma laughs and hugs him tightly. “Thank you.” When they pull apart, Gemma nods to the bassinet beside her. “Say hello to your niece, I know she’s the reason you’re really here.”
Harry looks down at the sweet little bundle before him, reaching down and running a finger over her small cheek. “She’s perfect,” he coos as his eyes travel over every feature, wanting to memorize everything about this moment.
“You can pick her up, you know.” Gemma teases.
Harry rolls his eyes and reaches down gently, lifting his niece into his arms for the first time. He takes a seat in a nearby chair and cradles her closely in his arms, whispering softly to her, promises of protection and love, and being spoiled rotten.
As Y/N and Anne catch up, Y/N watches Harry out of the corner of her eye, for as long as they’ve been friends, any time she saw Harry with children, it would give her a warm fuzzy feeling. He was such a natural with them, but to see him with his niece was on an entirely different level.
Y/N was so focused on Harry that she didn’t notice the knowing glances shared by Gemma and Anne. The two of them had always noticed the chemistry between Harry and Y/N, they’d drop hints now and then, but ultimately wanted to leave it to the two of them to figure out for themselves.
Eventually, Y/N pulls out her phone, knowing Harry is going to want a picture of this moment. She snaps a few candid shots, a warm smile spread across her face.
“You should hold her too,” Gemma says, pulling Y/N from her impromptu photo shoot.
She looks up and smiles at Gemma, walking up to her and giving her a hug. “Congrats, Gem. I’m sorry for tagging along, I’m sure you’re exhausted, the last thing you need is extra people tagging along.”
“You’re not an extra person,” Gemma scoffs. “You’re practically family.”
“Told you so.” Harry says smugly from his seat, the baby still in his arms.
“Oh shut up and hand her over.” She teases.
Harry laughs quietly, not wanting to startle his niece. He stands from the chair and waits for Y/N to be seated before carefully placing the baby in her arms.
Once she’s holding the baby, she looks down and smiles. “She’s so beautiful, Gemma.”
“Yeah, we’re pretty fond of her.” She chuckles in response.
Y/N’s eyes stay locked on the soft features, her light eyelashes fluttering across her delicate cheeks. Her petite mouth opens in a wide yawn, and Y/N swears her heart is going to explode.
“You are just the most precious little thing in the whole world, aren’t you?” She coos at the newborn. “Don’t worry, when your Uncle Harry gets too annoying, you can just come find me…”
“Heyyy!” Harry whines. Y/N looks up and sticks her tongue out at him, while Gemma and Anne laugh at the exchange.
“You look like a natural holding her, Y/N.” Anne redirects the conversation.
Y/N smiles up at her. “Thanks, I love kids. I’d love to have a couple of my own someday…”
Those words, combined with the sight of Y/N holding a baby cause a switch to flip inside of Harry. It’s as if his world of black and white suddenly turned to color right in front of him. In that moment, he thinks about what it would be like if she were sitting there with their baby in her arms.
His mind starts racing with thoughts, sure during their years of friendship, there have been a couple of lingering glances and drunken kisses here and there, but they were friends. He’d never even considered going beyond that, not even with the not so subtle hints that his mother and sister would drop anytime Y/N’s name would come up in conversation. But now, it was all he could think about.
After spending a bit more time at the hospital, it was clear that Gemma and the baby needed their rest, so Harry promised to come by again in a few hours, and the pair made their way back to Harry’s house.
The car ride was surprisingly silent, Y/N was sure that Harry would be talking nonstop about meeting his niece, and how cute she was, rehashing every gurgle and squeak that came out of her tiny little mouth, but he kept his eyes on the road, looking as though he was deep in thought. She didn’t say anything, she figured he just needed some time to process everything that had happened, and she was happy to give him that.
When they arrived back at his house, they go inside and hang up their coats. “Wine?” Y/N asks, hoping it will open the lines of communication between the two of them.
Harry looks up, hint of surprise on his face, as if he forgot that she was there. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, wine would be good.”
When they get to the kitchen, Y/N pours them each a glass, they clink them together and take a sip.
“Oh, I got some really cute pictures of you holding her, by the way.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and shows Harry the photos. “I’ll text them to you.”
“Thanks.” He says, a dreamy smile plastered on his face. Has Y/N always been this thoughtful? Of course she had, that’s one of the things he’d always loved about her.
“Hey,” Y/N says softly, pulling him from his thoughts. “You okay? You’ve been quiet since we left the hospital.”
Harry smiles nervously, waging an internal battle on whether or not to disclose what’s been going on in his mind. “Yeah… yeah, I’m good. It’s just been a big day.”
“I get it. I swear, if this is how you get just from becoming an uncle, you may go catatonic when you have your own kids.” She chuckles and continues to sip her glass of wine.
Harry feels his heart rate pickup, and he decides that he needs to get it out, he needs to tell her. “You know, you looked pretty at home holding that baby…” He says, opening the door for this conversation, that could either end really well, or really poorly.
“Yeah, I think I felt my ovaries stir a little while I was there.” She chuckles, completely unaware of the conversation to come.
Harry lets out a soft laugh as he takes a sip of his wine, trying to play it cool, even though he felt anything but. “You know, I had this crazy thought when I saw you holding the baby…”
“Oh yeah? What kind of crazy thought?”
Harry smiles softly and looks down at his feet, swirling the wine in his glass. “Well, the way you were holding her, the look on your face, you just bounding her in your arms so gently, her smiling up at you, her tiny hand grabbing your finger, it just got me thinking…” He looks up, locking eyes with her, searching for some kind of reaction.
“Thinking what, Har?” She asked tentatively.
Harry shrugs shyly. “I dunno… it got me thinking, what if that was our kid you were holding?”
Y/N’s eyes go wide in surprise. “Ours? Like yours and mine?”
Harry nods sheepishly, but there is an intensity in his gaze. “I know we’ve never talked about that before, but, I don’t know, I saw you holding her, and it seemed so natural… and that look on your face… it changed something in my heart, and I just realized that I want that.”
“With me? You want that with me… your best friend?”
“Yeah,” he nods, his expression never wavering. “With you, but not as my best friend, as my wife.”
“Harry…” She gasps softly. “This is all kind of out of the blue…”
Harry takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I know, I know, but can you honestly tell me that you’ve never thought about what it would be like if we were together?”
Y/N is silent for a moment as she considers his question. “I mean yeah, of course I’ve thought about it, you’re sweet, funny, good looking. I’d be crazy not to think about it every now and then. But I just always assumed I’d been friend zoned since day one.”
“That’s fair… and honestly, I think you kind of were. I don’t know, something changed today. I realized that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pauses for a moment, but continues when he sees that she’s still trying to process.
“Think about it, we know each other better than anyone else. We’ve been there for each other through so many breakups, we know exactly what the other wants and expects in relationships. I know for a fact I’d be way better than most of those idiots you waste your time with.”
She lets out a soft chuckle, he was definitely right about that. Y/N thought about it for a minute, and she was right, there had never been a more constant, supportive presence in her life. She considered all the things she wanted in a partner, and realized that Harry was all of those things.
“You realize if we do this, there’s no going back. It’s all or nothing…”
“I don’t want to go back, only forward. Only with you.” Harry says confidently.
Y/N takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay, yeah… let’s do it…”
Harry’s eyes light up, his expression mixed with relief and joy. “Yeah? Are you sure?” Y/N smiles shyly, biting the corner of her lip and nodding.
He places his wine glass down on the counter and takes a step towards Y/N, taking her glass and putting that down as well. “So, I guess we should probably kiss now?” He asks softly, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
“Seems like the next logical step…” She replies quietly.
They both start leaning closer until their lips touch. The kiss is gentle at first, but Harry quickly runs his tongue along the seam of her lips, she parts them, granting him access. He places his hands on her hips, pulling her flush to him as they explore each other’s mouths. Unlike the drunken kisses they had shared in the past, this wasn’t sloppy or rushed. It was slow and deliberate, taking their time to truly explore this new side to their relationship.
When they finally separate to catch their breath, they keep their foreheads pressed together, and look into each other’s eyes.
“So what, we’re like engaged now, or something?” Y/N asks in a slightly teasing tone.
“No way,” Harry says promptly. “If we were engaged, you’d know it. You’re gonna get the big, fancy elaborate proposal, and a big ol’ rock to go along with it.” He says confidently. “But it’ll be coming. Probably soon…”
“Soon?” She asks, slightly surprised.
“Sure, the whole point of dating is to get to know someone. We’ve seen each other at our best and our worst. You know all my little quirks, and I know all those annoying little things about you, and I still want this…”
“Heyyy,” Y/N protests, causing Harry to laugh.
“I know all the cute, sweet, endearing things about you too.” He adds, kissing the tip of her nose.
She narrows her eyes playfully, her wide grin giving her away. “You know we do have one little problem…”
Harry’s brow rounds in concern. “What?”
“Gemma’s gonna take credit for this.”
Harry throws his head back in laughter. “You’re not wrong, but it’s a small price to pay if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend.” He leans in and kisses her again.
#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles x fem!#harry styles x fem! reader#harry styles x fem!reader#harry styles x plus size reader#harry styles headcanon#harry styles fluff#harry styles fanfic#harry styles fan fic#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fan fiction#harry edward styles#harry styles imagine#harry styles x you#harry styles blurb#harry styles oneshot#bestierry#unclerry#uncle!harry#uncle harry
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Immature sorceres
a/n: sorry for being m.i.a from writing, I just didn't have the energy to finish any of my ideas and things have been chaotic at home lately. But it's been solved! And I'm going on holiday soon so that's exciting.
cw: none
synopsis: a day with Gojo who has a crush on you, and the lengths he goes to in keeping it a secret. (Worst synopsis you've read, I'm open to ideas to rename it)
credits: none
Check my masterlist for further updates to this series: delulu chidish
"So, how much do you actually like y/n?" Geto asks Gojo. Gojo replies, "Oh, you know... Like a normal amount. If they ask me out right now, I would say yes with absolutely no hesitation."
Geto smirks at Gojo and states knowingly, "I don't see how checking y/n's social media profile every half an hour is normal, so I'm concerned with what you deem as normal... but considering it's you, nothing is normal." Gojo gets defensive and starts shouting at Geto, while Geto, being the instigator he is, adds more fuel to the fire.
Soon after, they're chasing each other around the basketball court while shouting profanities at each other. Shoko huffs a tired sigh and takes another puff from her cigarette, muttering about the immaturity of the two powerful sorcerers. As the chase intensifies, she calmly exhales smoke rings, seemingly unbothered.
Shoko texts you to come over to the basketball court, and you reply, saying that you'll be there in a few minutes.
When you arrive at the entrance of the basketball court, the first thing you notice are your black and white-haired friends wrestling each other on the ground. Shoko, on the other hand, is no better and is egging them both on while recording their wrestling match on her phone.
You sigh tiredly at the chaos unfolding before you. "Can't the two of you act your age for once?" You sigh exasperatedly, but they don't hear you. Shoko exhales a plume of smoke and calmly remarks, "They're just blowing off steam, Y/N. It's their way of bonding." You shake your head and mutter, "More like their way of causing trouble." Shoko laughs at your remark.
You can hear both of them grunting and saying something to each other when you hear your name roll out of Geto's mouth as he smirks at Gojo. You see that Gojo has gone wide-eyed and gasped dramatically before starting to screech at Geto once more. Geto, on the other hand, is laughing his ass off and has a smug expression, as if he's holding something over Gojo.
As the two of them continue their raucous chase, you and Shoko walk over to the entrance and take a seat on one of the benches. Shoko says to you, "You know, despite their immaturity, they care about each other more than they'd admit."
A voice from the entrance says, "Maybe, but they have a strange way of showing it." You and Shoko turn around to see your sensei, Yaga, standing menacingly and staring straight at the black and white-haired duo with his arms crossed.
The black and white-haired duo in question have now moved on to pulling at each other's faces, which made their speech slurred. Yaga shouts at them, "Here I am giving you a break, and this is what you do?".
Gojo scrambles to get off Geto and defend himself, but before he can, Geto interrupts him and says, "Actually, Gojo started getting physical first. All I did was say, Stalking Y/(your name)-," but before he could finish, Gojo had tackled Geto onto the floor and slapped a hand on Geto's mouth.
"HAHAHA SUGURU YOU'RE SO FUNNY BRO SO FUNNY, I'll do your laundry for a week if you shut up right now." Gojo mutters the last quietly to Geto, who smiles triumphantly and takes up Gojo's offer immediately.
Yaga sighs and mumbles quietly, "And you still have the cheek to tackle Geto right in front of me."
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Gojo is getting reprimanded by Yaga at the side while the three of you sit together near the benches. When Geto takes a seat between you and Shoko, you ask him, "I heard you say my name while tustling with Satoru just now; what was that about?"
"Oh, it's nothing; I was just teasing him. Did you see his face? It was absolutely hilarious."
When Gojo is done being reprimanded by Yaga, he sulkily walks over and sits next to you on the empty side. He leans his head on your shoulder, and Poutily says, "It's not fair... I didn't even start it, but I'm the one being scolded, and on top of that, I have to do Suguru's laundry. Life just isn't fair."
After Gojo finishes his dramatics, he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You're about to push him off and tell him that his hair is tickling you, but before you could do so, you heard him mumble something along the lines of asking someone out, and then a long line of groans followed suit.
After that, you stopped listening because now he's just started saying gibberish and talking about anything that crosses his mind.
"Well, if you're free next Thursday afternoon, we could go to this new café that opened. It sells a variety of sweet and savory foods, and I've been wanting to go." You ask Gojo as you pat his hair gently as a way to comfort him.
Gojo looks up at you through his sunglasses and asks, "Just you and me?".
You stare at him for a bit before answering, "I mean, sure, why not? I initially wanted all of us to go, including Nanami and Haibara, but... we could go ourselves too."
"Really?! Good! But you gotta promise not to bail on me," Gojo exclaims happily.
You nod your head in agreement, and Gojo's back to being his exuberant self.
Gojo in this entire fic is literally the embodiment of: 😔
#gojo satoru x reader#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#gojo x reader fluff#satoru gojo x reader#satoru x reader
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Grumpy cloud
a/n: should I be sleeping or revising for my exam the next week? Yes but I think you deserved that before
*not my GIF*
Pairing: Ewa Pajor x Léon!reader; Wolfsburg Frauen x reader
Summary: Ewa is jealous [in the same universe as 'Ray of sunshine']
Type: Fluff
Warning: use of Google translate for Spanish and Polish like usual so let me know if there's some mistakes
word count: 1653
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January. The start of a new year, and with that, a little camp in Portugal before the next part of the season. Today's training was really good, and now you could just rest until your friendly game against Hoffenheim the next day.
The team was split into some small groups but was rather close to each other.
"She's staring again." Sveindis commented and gained the attention of the few girls around her. The little group composed of Jule, Obi, and Lynn looked at where the Icelandic players pointed out Ewa, who seemed to be in an intense eye contest against the back of your head.
"She's been doing it a lot since the start of the season." Jule said.
"Do you think Y/n noticed that?" The Dutch defender asked.
"I don't know, but I find it funny." Lena said with a smile, which confused the girls around her.
"Why?" Sveindis asked.
"It's been a while since I saw her jealous like that." The defensive midfielder explained.
A few metres away from them, there was another group composed of Ewa, Alexandra, Dominique, Svenja, Kathrin, and Feli. They were chatting about something until they noticed that the Polish striker was focused on something else.
"You're staring. Again." Dom said to Ewa, a little amused by this.
"I know." Your wife replied but didn't lose her focus.
"Hey, she will not disappear when you look away; don't worry. I don't think she could take away your girl."
"I'm not worrying about anything." The comment was cold when she saw you being a little more touchy than usual.
"Okay, no. We don't start this. Not today." Alex said, standing up and placing herself in front of your wife. Ewa grumbled and wanted to protest, but was cut off. "You know what? I think we need a little tour of the city. What do you think, girls?"
"I think that is a great idea. And maybe we will not see Ewa ripped off the head of someone today." Feli agreed instantly.
Ewa really wanted to protest, but she was forced on her feet by Alex and Dom and quickly moved by them to the nearest group.
"Girls, do you want to join us for a little tour?" The tall captain asked the younger players, who exchanged some glances before accepting the offer.
When the girls were out of view, you received a text from your best friend.
Obi: taking your wife away before someone gets killed
You laughed at this and just asked her to let you know where they were going in case you wanted to join them.
"She was definitely staring." Merle said when you finally put your phone back in your pocket.
"I know, but she also knows that she doesn't have to worry about anything." You replied.
"Where's everyone?" Fenna asked when she noticed that a lot of players had already left.
"They decided to visit the city and maybe stop to eat something. We will join them later." Merle explained to the young striker.
"Vale, now tell us how you scored the goal against Arsenal last season. It was almost impossible to score from this angle." Nuria spoke this time.
You liked these two, first because they always spent all their time stuck around you, like you did with your big sister when you were younger, and also because, with Nuria now on the team, you were not the only Spanish player anymore. And you loved your teammates, but being able to speak in your native language with someone else was something special.
Something special that didn't get unnoticed by your wife. At first, she was happy to see you being a sort of big sister for the young Spanish player when she signed for Wolfsburg; she even found it cute. But with the months passing and the two girls getting more attached to you, it started to slightly make her jealous of not being your principal interest.
After a good walk, the girls decided to stop at a cafe and have a little pause. After the waiter took their commands, the whole table turned their attention to your wife, who had been pouting for a few minutes now.
"Can you stop acting like a child for a minute, please?" Feli said, making your wife pout even more.
"Come on, we all know that she will never think about anyone else except you." Lena tried to reassure her, but it seems that nothing worked, so the girls just gave up for the moment. A few minutes later, the food was served, and that's when you decided to show up with the girls.
Seeing that, Svenja decided to move some girls to give you a free seat next to the pouty player. A seat that gets quickly taken because, even in her current state, you missed your favourite girl.
Sensing that Ewa was not in a mood to be teased, you just distracted yourself by talking with the girls while you intertwined your little finger together. The little thing seemed to enlighten her mood a little, but not as much to make her openly happy about it.
After that, you all walked back to the hotel, where you sneaked out of the team with the striker to your room. It was one of the advantages to be a married couple, always sharing a room at every camp or game away.
In the room, you dragged her on the bed despite her protest and made her lay next to you. You stayed like this for a moment without saying anything, just staring at each other and sometimes smiling like idiots.
"So, will you tell me what's that about?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't know what you mean." She replied with a shy smile.
"Oh, so you're telling me you were not jealous?"
"Me, jealous? Come on, I have never been jealous."
The lie almost made you laugh, but you needed to keep your composure. "So you'll not be angry if I invite Merle, Nuria, and Fenna to watch a movie with us tonight?"
The mention of the names made her instantly lose her facade, and the look she was giving you meant a lot. "I think you forgot that this room is for Léon-Pajor only."
At this point, you finally laughed and showered her face with a lot of kisses.
"Seriously, kochanie (honey), I don't know why you need to spend all your time with them." Ewa said after you stopped.
"I don't spend all my time with them." You protested. "It's just that I just want to make sure they're good with their move and don't feel homesick."
"Fenna lived only a few hours of flight from Wolfsburg, and Nuria goes back to Barcelona as much as she can."
"Amor (Love), are you really being jealous of two kids right now?" You asked with a very surprised face. "I thought you were jealous of Merle, not of the kids."
"Why would I be jealous of Merle?"
"And why are you jealous of some kids?" Ewa just groaned and started to leave the room, but you stopped her before. "Hey, I'm sorry. Okay, I didn't know. Well, now that I'm aware of it, it seems more funny than I thought, but anyway."
"Can you stop making fun of me?"
"Sí, but can you just let me explain it?" When she didn't make any move to leave you again, you put her back on the bed and sat her on your lap. "Señora Ewa Léon-Pajor, amor de mi vida, no hay mujer en este mundo de la que estaría más orgullosa y feliz de llamar mía que tú. Puedes descansar en paz. Te amé, te amo, y todavía lo haré en el futuro. (Mrs. Ewa Léon-Pajor, love of my life, there's no woman in this world that I would be more proud of and happy to call you mine than you. You can rest peacefully. I loved you, I love you, and I will still do so in the future.)"
From your tone and your expression, Ewa knew you said something important but couldn't understand everything.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand everything." She admitted shyly making you laugh a little.
"I said that you don't have to worry about anything because I love you, and I will still do it in the future." You briefly explained.
You saw her eyes start to get filled with tears, but her expression reflected everything but sadness.
"Ja też cię kocham, pani Léon-Pajor (I love you too, Mrs. Léon-Pajor)"
"Did I ever tell you that I love when you speak Polish?" You asked with a mischievous smile.
"Yeah, and you also told me that you love when I speak Spanish or German." She reminded you.
"You know what? I think I just love you." You commented, making her smile.
"And I love you too," she replied before finally giving you a proper kiss. You stayed in your room for a few more hours until it was time for dinner.
You joined the team with Ewa by your side and her arm around your waist, which earned a shocking look for your teammates and a thumbs up from Lena and Dom to the striker.
After you got your plate, you made your way to where Merle was seated, but you were stopped by your wife, who gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before going to sit with her previous group.
"I don't know what we did to deserve to see Ewa showing PDA in front of us, but I think we have to thank her for this cute moment." Alex commented loudly and earned a lot of applause from your teammates.
You watched your wife, who was trying to hide herself, until she finally met your eyes. You just smiled and blew her a kiss, which made her blush even more and made everyone laugh.
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hii haley can you write for steve/bucky where they think reader is cheating but she isnt and its a misunderstanding?
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pairing: bucky x reader, platonic!steve x reader
warning: angst, fluff, mentions of blood and knife wound
a/n: hii my loves i'm back!! i wrote this before my blog got all weird so i thought i would post this while i look over the asks that i missed while my blog was being weird (thanks tumblr🙄) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
"Stay still." Steve said, as he carefully lifted your blood-soaked top up to examine the wound. You lightly groaned in pain, and he muttered a sorry as he continued to examine you.
He grimaced at the cut right above your stomach that was still bleeding. Thankfully, the cut wasn't too deep or even that big. Once he could get the bleeding to stop, some stitches should do the trick. Though Steve wasn't a doctor or anything, he'd helped out with similar cuts and wounds in the field, and you trusted him to take care of you. Of course you also knew this was the only way to hide the cut from Bucky.
It was just a simple accident. It could happen to anyone during self-defense training. Well, anyone who would be stupid enough to try to learn Bucky's knife flip with an actual knife.
"Fuck. Steve, how much longer?" You nearly cried, as your adrenaline was slowly starting to wear off, leaving you in an agony of pain.
"I know it hurts, I'm sorry. The bleeding has stopped, I'm just gonna clean up the blood before I start on the stitches." Steve said, offering you a sympathetic smile as he gently wiped the blood off your body, "Are you sure you want me to do this? I haven't done this in a while, and we can still take you to the hospital. Bucky won't find out, I promise."
"Just do it, I'll be fine." You said, gritting through your teeth as the piercing pain returned, "Please just hurry up and do it. The pain keeps getting worse."
Steve sighed as he began searching through his bag for supplies. He began applying a numbing gel on top of the cut, making you cringe in pain at first. You sighed in relief as the area was finally numb, and Steve began sew the cut together with sutures. Eventually, the area was all bandaged up, and Steve got you some pain killers that would help ease the pain. He instructed you to get some rest as he helped you get into bed. You promised him you would sleep and take care of the cut like he had asked, but only if he promised not to say a word about this to Bucky. He reluctantly agreed and stayed in bed with you until you fell asleep.
Once you fell asleep, he went downstairs and texted Sam to come over to take care of you. Steve had to leave for a meeting and he didn't wanna leave you alone, and Bucky wasn't supposed to be back for another two days. Plus you would kill Steve if he told Bucky.
While waiting for Sam's reply, he began looking through the fridge to see if he could put some dinner together for you before you woke up. However, not so surprisingly, the only thing in the fridge was beer and some soda. He checked the time on his watch, and decided he had a few extra minutes to quickly grab some takeout for you before he left for his meeting.
Walking up to the door, he took his phone out of his pocket to see if Sam had replied. He noticed there were two notifications from Sam and before he could even look at them, the front door opened. Steve looked up, and his eyes widened as he realized Bucky had come home.
"Buck, what are you doing here?" Steve immediately asked, making Bucky frown.
"Uh I live here?" Bucky replied, with a confused expression on his face, "Are you okay, Steve? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Oh yeah, right. I just meant you weren't supposed to come home for another two days." Steve chuckled awkwardly as he tried to think of a way to get Bucky out of the house again.
"Yeah I just came home early, missed my girl." Bucky smiled as he took his jacket off before looking around for you, "Where is she?"
"Oh she's not home, she went out with a friend." Steve lied, looking away from Bucky.
Bucky frowned in response, as he could tell Steve was lying, "Okay, so what are you doing here then?"
Steve's eyes widened as he realized he'd messed up, "Oh umm, I was just, I just wanted to uhh..." He tried to think of a lie but with Bucky glaring at him, nothing came to mind.
"Where is she?" Bucky asked again, this time in a serious tone with his arms crossed.
Before Steve could say anything, you called out for Steve from your bedroom, "Steve, are you still here? I need you."
Steve groaned as he watched Bucky angrily make his way over to your bedroom, "Why did I agree to do this?"
You carefully sat back up in bed, bringing the blankets up a bit to cover yourself up since you were still topless. You were still in a lot of pain and could barely move so you needed Steve's help to hand you your water bottle. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched a figure appear in the doorway. You sighed in relief, thinking it was Steve but then you realized it was Bucky, and Steve was standing behind him with his face in his hands.
"Doll, what's going on?" He asked nervously as he moved closer to you. Then he noticed the smell of Steve's cologne that was coming from you, and he nearly gasped as he noticed you weren't wearing a shirt. In fact, it looked like you weren't wearing anything at all with the way the blanket was covering up your body.
You noticed a shift in his eyes, watching as the flames flickered in his irises, and his nervous facial expressions quickly turn into those of pure loathing. You couldn't figure out why he was angry though. You purposely kept the blanket draped around your body so he wouldn't see the injury, so what was he so mad about.
"How long has this been going on?" He spit out, making you cringe in worry.
"Look buddy-" Steve started to explain but Bucky quickly cut him off.
"I don't believe I was talking to you. How long has this been going on?" Bucky glared at you, and you looked at Steve with a puzzled look on your face.
"Bucky it's not like you don't know about this." You replied, shifting uncomfortably as the pain was starting to get to you now, "He literally picks me up every morning."
You frowned when Bucky looked at you with a disgusted look on his face, then looked back at Steve before scoffing. You didn't get why he was so angry. Steve has been picking you up every morning for your training sessions. Bucky even knew that, then why was he acting this cold. Bucky turned back to you, ready to start screaming at you, when he noticed the big bandage that was covering something on your stomach. Bucky walked over to you, and carefully lifted the blanket off of you, making you groan in frustration.
"Ugh...okay look I'm sorry but I didn't wanna tell you because I didn't want you to worry, or kill Steve for trying to teach me how to do the knife flip thing. I also hate going to the doctors, you know that. But I swear Steve was so careful, and the cut doesn't hurt too much." You said, trying to make sure Bucky didn't get angrier. However, he just looked confused and a bit concerned instead.
"What you talking about?" Bucky questioned looking at Steve and then back at you, "Are you two not sleeping together?"
Steve nearly choked on his own spit before his face turned bright red at Bucky's implication. He really thought you were cheating on him with his best friend.
"No! God no, we're not! I would never do that to you." You replied, feeling a bit angry at him for assuming you would do such a horrible thing, "I got hurt during our training sessions that's all."
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Steve lied to me downstairs and when I came up here you were...it doesn't matter, I'm so sorry, baby." Bucky said, hugging you tightly. Although, he quickly let go when you almost yelped in pain from the tight embrace, "Sorry, baby, Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot? How did this even happen?"
"Well I told her not to try the knife toss and flip thing but she's as stubborn as you so," Steve chuckled, as he picked his bag up from the floor to look for some more pain relievers for you.
"Wait you were serious about the knife thing? Doll, how many times did I tell you not to try it, I knew you would get hurt!" Bucky sighed, carefully and gently pulling you towards him and wrapping his arms around you, "It's alright, everything is gonna be okay. I'm gonna take care of you, okay angel?"
You nodded in response, leaning against Bucky as he gently rubbed your back, "So you're not going to yell at me?"
"Oh no, I will but not right now. When you feel better you're getting a proper lecture on knife safety." Bucky smiled, gently kissing your forehead before continuing to stroke your back.
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AITA for requesting my boyfriend to be more affectionate with me?
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I'll try to keep this as brief as I possibly can. I (25F) have been living with my partner of 5 years (26M) for around 1 entire year. We share the rent of the apartment and prices of anything else the house needs, but otherwise we buy whatever we need ourselves.
I am in my second year of college while he's on his third. Our relationship never had many issues as we always were good at communicating and never tried to let issues get to us, but in recent months things have been getting harder for me to deal with.
Our rule was to usually keep saturdays free from work and studying to spend time with each other. This might sound dumb to some people, but judging as we both have to study and work during week days and I am a sensitive person I always found it necessary to have a day we can just stay with one another. He knows the importance of this for me as he was there with me during my bpd diagnosis and is also fully aware of how badly one of my exes fucked me up, so for all those past years in our relationship he was always loving and attentive to me, something which me and any of my friends can attest to.
However, in recent weeks (I'd say since around the middle of january?) he's been clearly avoiding me. I've tried to talk to him about whatever may be happening and he just said he's been focusing on studying for uni which is fully understandable and good! However, last week I asked him if we could spend this saturday (feb 24) together since I've been heavily missing him and he's possibly aware of that as he's mentioned my current behavior is off from my usual. (I almost told him he's the same, but I held off)
To my request, he replied he can't since he already promised a mutual friend of ours he'd be going to help him with something, to which I asked if I could join them! Again, it's a mutual friend so I didn't feel anything was wrong with that, but apparently I was intruding into his life and should let him have some time for himself.
Here is where I might be the asshole. After him acting cold to me for weeks and using the excuse that "he was busy, of course he can't be all warm and kind to me when he's stressed" (which mentally I called bullshit as I was doing the same things as him plus volunteering at the nearby school to help the kids and still kept trying to be affectionate), I snapped and said that if I'm his girlfriend, he should at least give me some affection and love (in a slightly louder tone of voice). I know anger issues have been a constant ever since before my diagnosis, but I've been keeping them somewhat under control since I began therapy, so I didn't break anything or hurt either of us, but I know my anger always scared him. He got defensive and said he loves me but is just busy and can't act affectionately towards me when he's constantly stressed, to which I replied that well, so am I but it didn't stop me from continuing to put effort into our relationship. After getting the cold shoulder from him for all those weeks I finally cried and locked myself into my room afterwards, packing to stay with my closest friend after I texted her if I could stay for a bit.
I'm currently with her and she's been making sure I'm comfortable and alright, trying to make time for us to watch things together or simply talk while I'm here so I don't feel so lonely. He has been texting me from a variety of things such as apologies to him trying to justify he was busy and stressed so of course he'd act cold to me. I've been replying to him, but after he called me overdramatic in one of the texts I've come back to ignoring him.
I don't want to throw out all our years together like this, but I still feel hurt and ignored by him from those weeks. I know we will have to talk sooner or later but currently I'm still scared of doing so.
So, am I the asshole for asking my partner to give me some attention? This isn't the first time this has happened, but definitely the first one it went this far and I feel that it's fully on me, for context.
What are these acronyms?
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in defense of the brat album art
my feed stopped when charli xcx dropped the album art for her upcoming sixth studio album "brat" a few weeks ago. like many angels, i was confused at first, as the image staggered out of the code on her merch site unannounced through a vinyl preorder link that originally had no image to go with it (and yes i ordered one before seeing any visuals...). even after she tweeted it, and the creative team posted about their contributions to it, questions were left unanswered. was it real? was it just a placeholder? was it an alternative cover for the brat_360 exclusive vinyl? this is not the album cover right? one angel dared ask our god in her twitter replies.
even before i got official confirmation that this was indeed the official cover, which i think came from charli's interview with vogue after the release of lead single von dutch, i was obsessed. the green: neon, but not tacky like the overdone highlighter trend already claimed by k-pop boy group nct, rather a muted, dull lime, catching your eye but not blinding you. the font: a simple sans serif, slightly condensed and elongated, nothing over-the-top or borderline illegible like the custom fonts artists usually commission. and the blur, the pixelization, the resolution, the quality (or lack thereof)—this is what really does it for me.
they're barely there, the rough, blurred edges of each letter, but once you see them you can't unsee them. the design evokes the feeling of waiting for an image to load in full quality on instagram, a youtube video playing in less than 1080p while buffering, a hi-res photo downloading from the cloud, a show or movie lagging its way into clarity on streaming services. or as oomf (@_alienmelissa) using a fan edit of von dutch lyrics put it:
(trans: lyric videos around 2008 all had fonts and backgrounds like this..........)
while thinking about the many implications of the low quality text on the cover, i read the essay "in defense of the poor image" written by hito steyerl in e-flux journal back in 2009, which perfectly put into words what i had been ruminating on:
[The poor image] mocks the promises of digital technology. Not only is it often degraded to the point of being just a hurried blur, one even doubts whether it could be called an image at all. Only digital technology could produce such a dilapidated image in the first place.
"one even doubts whether it could be called an image album cover at all," as many have due to the "poorness" of the brat art. better yet, steyerl goes on to proclaim "resolution was fetishized as if its lack amounted to castration of the author," also predicting the mass ridicule of charli for choosing and releasing such a "hurried blur" of an album art design.
regardless of what you compare it to, the low-res, early internet digital aesthetic it speaks to is something i haven't seen spoken much about. many twitter gays are up in arms about the lack of an image of charli on it, breaking her faceful cover streak (although she does hide it a bit on pop 2), and not giving them a new image to set their profile pictures to. charli has acknowledged this in the vogue interview: “I mean, as a female pop artist, what’s more bratty than not being on your album cover? Especially when there is so much pressure for women within the pop sphere to do exactly that," as well as in a tweet posted right before i started writing this:
which grimes replied to while i was writing this:
grimes scratches at what i'm getting at, but is more focused on the shock value that comes with its loud simplicity. this sentiment of breaking the feed, cutting through the visual muck and endless faces with a bold monotone color and by refusing to show face, is something i also admire. yet i think why i feel so passionately about the aesthetic value of this cover is that it offers me a respite from the overflow of high-res images mediated through the internet and onto my phone screen.
i'm so sick of the flood of iphone/digital photography, its quality increasing with each new device release. these images try too hard to replicate what they're representing, and create a false reality that many (myself included) get trapped in. we've sunken into the uncanny valley, and it's about time we claw ourselves out. i don't want to experience the physical through the digital anymore. i'd rather see all your pores when you're inches from my face than through the insane number of pixels resting in my palm. i want the images on the internet to be so obviously contained within it that there's no mistaking them for something material. i think this is why i'm such a fan of camcorder style photography and videos: like the chunky pixels surrounding "brat," they whisper i'm not real, i'm flawed technology, i will never replace the resolution of your retinas.
lucky for me, brat isn't the first artwork to do so, as there seems to be a shift back towards the materiality of the offline and the rougher edges of early internet interfaces within the broader art and design world as well. kat kitay describes this as "technoromanticism" in her essay "what's after post-internet art?" for spike magazine:
Exposed circuitry departs from the post-internet gloss typified by DIS Magazine, which shined up or hid away the ugly parts of technology. Hardware is made visible, laying bare the flow of power and information, at the same time transfiguring electronics into sacred objects.
replace DIS magazine with PC music (its audio equivalent imo) and you'll get an analogy more relevant to charli's own aesthetic journey here. the super slick black lamborghini on the cover of the vroom vroom ep has driven off, her impossibly iridescent skin on the cover of pop 2 has shed its shine, and the skyscraper she's perched on for the cover of xcx world (RIP) has long been toppled, leaving nicki minaj's gag city in its ashes. the brat cover is the antithesis to these eras.
while ecco2k croons all i wanna see is 1080p / but reality keep me on 240 on "hold me down like gravity," maybe it's time to embody the "240" of reality again. with charli teasing this record as her clubbiest to date, tapping back into her party girl roots attending uk raves in her tweens, brat offers us a chance, both visually and sonically, to embrace the blur, the sweat, the adrenaline, the tears, and of course, the poppers fumes, of a low-res life.
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Ok so I'm going to do a better, Tumblr-focused writeup soon and also track down those blogs to talk about them more specifically, but I fell for a misinformation scheme today and want to talk about how and why. Here's an email I sent my little cousin about it.
This morning, I encountered a Tumblr post talking about the TikTok ban and the government's attempt to severely curtail digital privacy rights as part of it.
I had heard that the TikTok ban was currently up for debate in the Senate, after passing the House with strong bipartisan support. I was not surprised by the information in the screenshots; it matched with things I knew the government had tried to do often in the past, and often under similar circumstances. I looked up the bill linked to verify, and yeah, it was an active bill that had been introduced in the Senate. (I should have realized then that there was an issue with what I was reading, but in my defense it was about 6:00 AM, and I was just glancing over things in the parking lot before going in to work.)
Concerned for the digital privacy and security of my family, and especially the ones I can't just drive to, I drafted the following message to you:
"I haven't had time to read all the way through the RESTRICT act that the Senate proposed, but summaries I've seen indicate that as written it's a massive overreach. It's better known as the TikTok ban; the news has been focusing on that part as it passes through Congress so far.
I always sign my emails to you with my public key. Both of you should look up how to use PGP to send me encrypted emails with that. It may become even more important soon to normalize secure encryption in Internet communications, and there may also be things that we wish to discuss that state or federal laws may frown on in the future.
I planned to introduce topics related to computer and information security more gradually, but making sure that talking about those is possible at all is an important part of that.
Congress.gov page on the bill
Tweet thread"
(As an aside, I do still think that normalizing encryption is a very worthwhile thing to do; it makes the web a safer place for activists and informants needing a way to communicate without surveillance, without being singled out as enemies of the surveillance state.)
I then checked through the notes of the Tumblr post to see if there was more context I wanted to share, and noticed people who called out a detail that I missed. That post was first posted in March of 2023, a little over a year ago. It refers to an entirely different bill than the TikTok ban which is currently going through the Senate, one which activists successfully stalled (and likely killed) last year. This year's bill is much more targeted (though, as implemented, I still have issues with it); its text can be found here.
This is a classic example of how misinformation spreads. I did not have bad intent when I went to share that commentary on last year's bill with you, and I did not find it from someone with bad intent (in fact, she subsequently shared a commentary I posted on the actual bill, in reply to her original incorrect post.) From what I can tell, on March 14, a number of mostly inactive politically-focused blogs all shared that post directly from the original poster (not from someone who had it in their feed, like a normal Tumblr interaction). Each of these was tagged with fairly popular political tags. None of these blogs has posted since, keeping it at the top of their page to get more eyes on it.
Misinformation is spread deliberately, and it takes caution and checking of your biases to combat it. I almost fell for this one because I expected it to be true. I should have checked on it before sharing anything at all. Looking at it now, I ask: who benefits from this?
Most directly, proponents of the current TikTok ban benefit from activist efforts being directed towards a functionally dead bill. This, apparently, includes the strong majority of the House, on both sides of the aisle; it may be assumed that it also includes the government's surveillance agencies (as it is easier to compel data from American companies than from foreign ones, particularly Chinese ones). It could also include other social media sites, especially those like YouTube and Instagram that compete directly with TikTok in the realm of algorithmically driven short videos.
More abstractly, though, this misinformation benefits the status quo, and conservatism as a whole. By causing people who are invested in the TikTok ban (mostly left-leaning people) to engage with more stringent and concerning bills, stress is increased on activists and burnout becomes more likely. Targeting the mental health of left-leaning activists is a tactic we've seen multiple times recently in misinformation campaigns; another example is the "the Guardian is doing a story on DIY HRT" hoax that recently circulated among my trans friends. This type of stressful lie misinformation serves the dual purpose of causing activists to burn out and decreasing trust among communities that share it.
This is a new specific strategy to me, but the solution is the same as ever. Check your sources when you speak publicly, check how your biases affect what ideas seem "clearly correct", and aim for your statements to maximize quality, rather than quantity. That's a discipline I still need to refine, but it's not hard. Just requires a bit of diligence.
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this means you have to write about Harry and Faye at her play or smt!!!
Faye’s not upset. Seriously, she's not. And she lets Harry know too.
don't beat yourself up over it please. really! i’ll see you in the morning
i’ve got to go now okay? i love you, i’ll text you later. <333
Harry reads the message but doesn’t reply. That doesn’t make her upset! She can’t expect Harry to be at every one of her plays, and this one isn’t even the opening night! Though Harry had been real upset about missing that one early this weekend anyways, but he’s been away at some tattoo art convention…business…er, festival? Okay, she doesn’t know what it actually is, but it's a valid excuse for him to miss her shows.
Which, as she’s repeatedly insisted, is totally fine. Harry loves to come to her plays, but of course his job comes first. It’s his career! Just like this is hers.
He’s supposed to have had come back from his weekend long trip this morning. But from what she’s gathered from his very annoyed texts, the car has overheated twice, leaving him and Timothée stranded and very much at each other’s throats.
Timothée even texted Faye a few hours ago.
I’m so sorry. I’m gonna fuckin kill him I’m sorry I'm gonna send your man back to you in a fuckin box I don't know how you stand him sometimes
Faye knows they’ll be fine. She thinks part of Harry’s anger is from missing her show. But as she’s literally told him several times, it’s fine. There will be another show in three days.
When the show is about to start, Faye turns her phone off and takes deep breaths, readying herself for the stage. It’ll be okay. She’s done so many shows without him. She puts on 3-4 shows a week. Of course he won’t be there every time.
The play starts and Faye pushes all the thoughts of Harry to the back of her head. Time to work.
***
Harry didn’t end up making it. When Faye joins her fellow actors and actresses for a final bow, she glances back at the section where Harry would have sat, finding his seat empty. She shakes it off. It’s okay. Really.
When the curtain falls, everyone hugs each other and then they begin to head to their own dressing rooms. Faye’s pulling her hair extensions out carefully in front of her door when someone grabs her arm, tugging her back into the hallway.
She nearly screams, her defense tactics kicking in, but it's only Harry. His hair is messy, his chest is rising and falling quickly, and his face is flushed. “Hey. I’m here. I’m sorry. I’m so so–”
“Harry!” Faye throws her arms around him and hugs him tightly, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Thank goodness it's you! I was about to bite you or something."
He squeezes her so hard, she stops breathing for a moment. “I saw it. I saw the play, I swear I did,” he whispers. “Every minute of it. And I loved it. And you were perfect. So beautiful, you’ve got the voice of an angel. I loved it. I’m here. I’m a little late, but I’m here.”
Several actors walk by, giving them peculiar looks especially when Harry holds her face, repeating his apologies. Faye opens her dressing room door and pushes him in, locking it behind her.
He’s still reaching for her when she turns back around, his hands finding her waist immediately. “Faye.”
“It’s okay,” she says, gliding her hands up his arms. He’s in usual normal black shirt and blue jeans, curls falling into his eyes. “I’m so happy you’re here! I can't believe you made it!"
“I wasn’t in my seat,” he whispers, pulling her closer. He leans down to kiss her softly, breaking away only an inch to keep talking. “I got there like 30 seconds after the doors closed and I had to beg them to let me in because I knew you and I showed my ticket and I told them you were going to break up with me if I didn’t show up–”
“What?! I would never–”
“And so they let me in but I couldn’t get to my seat so I had to stand by the side but…” he takes a deep breath, grabbing her face between his hands again. His eyes are bright, a bit wild. “I swear I saw it all and I love you and you’re so perfect like always and I’m so so sorry I wasn’t here earlier. You have every right to be furious with me.”
Faye’s smiling so hard, shaking her head. She puts her hands on his. “Harry! Stop! It’s okay!”
“It’s not okay.” He’s bending down to kiss her again, more desperately. “I love you. I love you so bad. Always want to be here.”
“I’m just happy you got here safe,” she says in between kisses when he lets her take a breath. “I really appreciate the effort, Harry.” She pushes his hair out of his eyes. “I hope you didn’t kill Timmy.”
“Fuck Timmy,” Harry murmurs, kissing her again. “I’m never traveling with him again.”
She giggles. “That bad?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “No. Nothing was his fault. I just never want to be stranded with him ever again.” He kisses her once more. “I love you. You were wonderful up there. I love when you sing. Do more of that please?”
She closes her eyes and lets herself soak up all his love as his arms go around her waist again and he’s kissing her like he hasn’t seen her in weeks, twirling her hair, playing with the hem of her dress. He must be so tired from the constant traveling. The place he’d gone to was a decent four hours away, and the whole stranded thing clearly has made it worse.
Faye opens her eyes. “Wait. You came straight here?”
Harry’s nuzzling his face in her hair. “Yeah.”
"You didn't stop at home?"
"Had no time, baby."
“So…Timmy is here?”
“Yeah. He either had the option of watching your play or staying in the car outside for hours, so naturally he bought a ticket way up in the balcony.”
“He must be looking for you then.”
“Don’t care. I’m with my girl right now.” He takes a deep breath and drops his head to her shoulder. “I love you. You’re the best person to ever exist, baby.”
“I should be saying that to you! Harry, you didn’t have to come. You’re probably so sleepy and hungry and I know you want to just get out of those clothes.”
“Doesn’t matter," he insists, his voice firm. "I want to be with you.”
“You could have come to see my play next week.”
He clicks his tongue in disagreement. “Already felt bad about missing opening night.”
She huffs. “That’s ridiculous. You don’t always have to come to those! Work comes up and all that.”
“I always take the day off.”
“But some things are clearly unavoidable.”
“Mhm.” Harry hugs her tightly again, lifting her off the floor. He turns his head and kisses her neck. “You’re so soft. I wanna take you home. Come home with me, yeah? I'll wait here. I've just gotta shower real bad.”
“I’m…I’m being serious!” His kisses are too ticklish.
When he puts her back down on the floor, his mouth is on hers again, kissing her hungrily. “I didn’t even get you any flowers. I’m the worst boyfriend ever, huh?”
“No!” She surrenders to his kisses, and he picks her up again, seemingly unable to pull more than an inch away from her. She wraps her legs around his waist and holds onto his shoulders tight when he spins her. They fall into her makeup chair.
Harry’s hands are all over her as she positions herself to straddle him. “I missed you,” she whispers, grasping his hair. He groans softly when she gives it a slight tug.
He surges forward and catches her mouth again, deepening the kiss until everything melts away and it’s just the two of them in her dressing room.
That is, until there’s a hesitant knock at her door. “Um,” Timothée calls from the hallway. “Are you guys in there? I wanna come in but…are you decent?”
“I’m gonna do it,” Harry promises with a growl to his voice. “I’m going to kill him.”
#harry and faye#harry styles#harry styles fic#harry styles blurb#HE CAN'T STOP KISSING HER#ME WHENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
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Love Blinds
Pairing(s): Blind!Jungkook x reader
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 4.7k
Warning(s): Accident(s)
Summary: You are his oldest and only best friend, but why do you leave him all of a sudden when he needs you most?
A/n This fic was requested by the sweetest person on the planet, @thehopelessromanticclub. I know this took me quite some time, because I'm also juggling with work and uni. Nevertheless, I had so much fun writing this. While this was one of the hardest fics to write, I enjoyed every process it took. Fun fact, this fic is literally the first fic that made me cry when I wrote it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I've never met a blind or visually impaired person in my life. Everything I've written about blindness and living as a blind person, I learned about them from the internet. I know that there's only so much one can learn from the internet. If there are any inaccuracies about them in this fic, please let me know.
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There was one thing on top of Jungkook’s wishlist: to be able to see his best friend, you.
It happened when he was too young to understand the world around him. He was around four or five years old. One morning he woke up still able to see cars passing by, people walking by, he could even name all the colors he saw. The next morning, he woke up to darkness, nothingness, and his mom’s cries.
He met you not long after. He was playing in the park while also learning how to use a walking cane. After half an hour of successfully not walking into anything, he accidentally tripped on his cane and fell.
He wasn’t a crier. So as the pain on his knees spread – he was sure it was at least bruising – he still kept quiet. It went like that for a bit since he didn’t have enough power to stand up again, the pain on his knees was too painful.
The next thing he felt was the soft touch on his free hand, the hand that wasn’t holding his cane. And then, he heard a girl’s voice, “Here, take my hand. I’ll help you up.”
With that, he took the girl’s hand – your hand – and introduced himself as Jungkook.
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Jungkook fidgeted on his seat at the bleachers as he waited for you. Hands were already clammy to the point he wanted to wash his hands. You were supposed to come a whole 30 minutes ago and he was supposed to be listening to his coach’s briefing by now. He tried to call and text you, but you didn’t reply to any of them. In your defense, you weren’t big on calling and texting, you preferred scrolling mindlessly on social media and sending him memes.
“Kook, coach Lee is waiting for you by the pool, don’t you wanna go?” His mom woke him up from his deep thoughts.
Jungkook sighed. “I’m worried about Y/n.”
The seat beside him creaked, a sign that his mom took a seat beside him. “Stop thinking of her. Obviously she doesn’t think you’re that important.”
“She was never late, mom. This is just a one time thing,” he defended you. He never understood why his mom disliked you. For all he knew, she had hated you since the first time you met him back at the park. All this time, his mom probably only tolerated you because she knew how much you meant to him.
“The show must go on. Worry about her later.” With that, his mom stood up and left him again with his thoughts.
It took him around five long minutes to realize that his mom was right. The show really must go on. Whether you came or not, he still had a competition to win.
Just as he stood up from his seat, he heard someone run to him.
“Am I late?” you asked in the midst of panting, seemingly you've been running.
Upon hearing your voice, Jungkook smiled. “Well, I’ll be on in a bit. So, kinda?”
“I know you’re gonna do great, as always.”
“And I know you’re gonna ask me for a free meal if I win.”
“‘When’ you win, you mean,” you corrected him.
He laughed heartily. He didn’t know why but you always managed to lighten his mood. “I think it’s time to talk to coach Lee. He’s been waiting for me.”
“It’s your own fault for waiting for me.” You lightly pushed his shoulder.
“It’s your fault for being late.”
“You know why I’m late.”
“You snoozed your alarm again?”
“Yep.” You pushed him again, this time a bit harder. “Now go. The competition’s about to begin.”
“Go sit beside my mom, yeah?”
You huffed. “Your mom doesn’t like me. I’ll sit here. I’ll find you once it’s over.”
“I tell you multiple times to ignore her. I want you there.”
The swimming competition went just like how his other competitions went. He listened to coach Lee, shook the hands of other participants, swam like he was born for it, and won the competition. It was easy. It became a routine.
“But your mom doesn’t. I’ll be okay, seriously. Just go, your mom’s already glaring at me.”
The crowd surrounding him and congratulating him, him thanking them, and him waiting for your turn to congratulate him also became a routine. A boring routine that he would rather skip. He’d rather celebrate with the people he loved, his mom and you.
After the crowd around him left, you finally came up to him and gave him a big hug despite his body was still half wet. It was the 'you' Jungkook always knew, supporting him no matter what.
“Congratulations,” you whispered to his ear. “Again.”
“You sound like you’re tired of congratulating me,” Jungkook joked once you let go of him.
“I'm not tired when it comes to getting free food.”
Jungkook chuckled. “You’re lucky the prize money I'll get will be a bit more than usual. I can take you to that new cafe you’ve always wanted to try.”
“Really?”
He nodded. In his mind, he could only imagine how beautiful your smile would be and how the glimmer of happiness in your eyes shined through. And just like that, the wish to be able to see you grew stronger.
Knowing how his mom was towards you, Jungkook took the initiative to celebrate his win in two different settings: once with his mom and once with you. He’d always done that despite deep down wanting to celebrate it with both his mom and you.
+++
“What’s your plan?” you asked after you picked up your ice cream that he paid.
“For? Don’t be cryptic, please,” Jungkook replied in a bored tone.
“For swimming, of course. I bet you’re gonna get another offer.”
“Already did. Coach Lee wanted me to join this year’s national competition. He thinks it’d be good for pushing my career forward.”
“I assume you accept it?”
“It’s not like I have any other competition at the moment.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I guess. When will it be, though?”
“Still a few months away.” He laughed when he noticed the strain in your voice. He assumed it was because you were nervous for him. “If you’re worried I don’t get enough rest, relax. Coach Lee purposely makes me rest for around a month.”
“For a person who’s never been to a national competition before, you sure seem so chill.”
“If I stress it out, I’ll be unreasonably overthinking.”
“Good wisdom.”
“I know. I’m always wise.”
“Says the one who got scratched by a cat because they kept annoying it.”
It was true, though, he indeed was scratched by a cat once. That was one experience that he didn’t want to repeat ever.
Jungkook protested, “That’s just one time.”
“But that one time makes you not always wise,” you teased him.
“I’ll never win an argument against you, will I?”
+++
Time flew after that. Jungkook really did take a break for a month. If by break it meant he was swimming every other day instead of everyday. And once the month was up, he was training intensely until it was exactly a month before his competition.
Knowing well that you were waiting for him on the bleachers, Jungkook left you to change his clothes into his swimsuit. To say that he was excited for today’s training was an understatement. His last training ended with him beating his previous record. And the day before that, he received an email from the mayor that he was proud of Jungkook for representing his city for the next national competition. He basically was on a roll for the last few days.
So it nearly broke his heart, he could almost physically hear it, when he came to the bleachers and his mom told him that you left.
“Why did she leave?” Jungkook asked with his eyebrows furrowed. That was not very Y/n of you to leave without noticing him.
“Who knows,” his mom answered while gently nudging him to walk towards the pool, “She has always been rude.”
“No, she’s not,” he protested. “Something really did happen, mom. Did she said something to you?”
“Nope,” his mom replied quickly. “Well, you can always call her later. You have more important things to do now.”
That was what he did. He practiced, practiced, and practiced. Lap upon laps he did, trying to shake the thought of you, yet he failed. A tiny voice at the back of his head kept telling him to check up on you ASAP.
Once practice ended, even before coach Lee could give him a feedback, he went straight to the changing room, changed into his clothes, and dragged his mom away.
“Where are you going?” his mom inquired behind him. “Coach Lee hasn’t done talking.”
“I want to meet Y/n.”
“She’s probably fine, Jungkook. You’re gonna look stupid in front of her for doing this.”
“You always tell me to trust my gut feeling. My gut feeling is saying that I need to go to her now.”
“Do you even know where she is?”
Jungkook was stunned for a second. He didn’t know where you were.
“I’m gonna call her. Let’s go to the car first.” With that, he pulled his mom again in the direction of the parking lot.
Inside the car, he indeed called you, but no matter how many times he tried, they all went through.
“No wonder,” his mom commented, “That girl seemed like she doesn’t care about you.”
“If she didn't care about me, she wouldn’t have come.”
“Probably she’s in her moody phase. Give her some time.”
Having enough of his mom’s rude comments, Jungkook snapped, “Mom, please. I don’t have time for this. Just take me to Y/n’s house.”
“I thought she’s with you,” your dad answered after opening the door to a very worried Jungkook. “This morning she said she was gonna accompany you to practice.”
“She did, but then left without telling me.”
“We’re gonna try to contact her, don’t worry,” your mom’s voice spoke up. “Just go take a rest, you seem so tired.”
Upon hearing your mom’s words, he realized that his shoulders had been hurting and his legs were cramping. Jungkook sighed. “But please tell me when you find her.”
“Of course.”
But no one contacted him for the next few days. Not you, and definitely not your parents. As days went on, he became more and more anxious. His phone calls and texts still hadn’t gone through. It was as if you disappeared off the surface of Earth.
He couldn’t even imagine what had happened to you to make you suddenly disappear that day. Not only that, the fact that his mom became more insufferable the more he talked about you made his blood boil every time he thought about it.
There was one time when Jungkook, who never raised his voice at anyone, raised his voice at his mom.
“Right now, your practice is more important than Y/n,” his mom had said.
At first, Jungkook had tried to ignore her in hopes that she wouldn’t say anything else. But he was dead wrong.
“Jungkook, are you listening to me? I said, focus on your practice, stop thinking of Y/n.”
And just like that, Jungkook had snapped, “You’re not helping at all, mom.”
Little did he know that him snapping at his mom only made his feelings even worse.
There was also a time when Jungkook deliberately ran away from practice after hearing his mom’s words about you, leaving both his mom and coach Lee worried. Sure he came back later that day, but he had hoped it was enough of a sign that he didn’t like what his mom had said.
“She’s been gone for days. I doubt she’ll come back. She probably already forgets you by now,” was what his mom had said to trigger such a reaction from him.
And it was only the day before when Jungkook had yet again rebelled, this time to the point he was gone all day.
That day, Jungkook’s mom had said something along the lines of, “You should be glad that Y/n’s out of the picture, you can focus more on winning the competition.”
But to be quite honest, it didn’t make him focus on his practice anymore.
His time was slower and slower to the point coach Lee – who was never mad at anyone – stopped that day’s practice abruptly.
“Whatever problem you have right now, I hope you deal with it soon. I don’t want your head out of the game like this, especially not when the competition comes.” With that, coach Lee had ushered him home.
Later that day at home, his mom had also lectured him about ‘being a good son’ and ‘making your parents proud’. But he cared none of that. He still had a missing best friend to find.
His mom had sighed when she realized that Jungkook hadn’t been listening to her. “I don’t know what else I need to do. Paying for your practices takes almost all of my savings, yet you're getting worse and worse.” Then she whined, “Tell me what more I need to do.”
Only two words had come out of his mouth. “Find Y/n.”
+++
For a few days after that, Jungkook still kept at it with his acts. He only came to practice when he felt like it. Once he was no longer in the mood, he just left. Not at home, but somewhere where he didn’t have to meet his mom – the playground where you and he met the first time. He wasn’t gonna lie to himself about the fact that he frequently went to the playground in hope to find you there. But just like how bare his phone is from your messages, the playground was bare of your presence.
Sitting at the playground made him remember that one time when you and Jungkook planned to go visit your grandpa that lived just outside the city.
One day after sitting at the playground for sometime, he walked back home with an ache both at his chest and head. While the competition was getting closer and closer, he was still no closer to finding you. He almost ran out of time, and unfortunately, also his patience.
As he felt his cane touched the familiar gravel in front of his house, he sighed. It was time to face his mom again. But right before he opened the front door, he heard a talking voice from inside. He recognized the voice as his mom's. He pondered for a moment whether he should walk in and interrupt his mom. Then he decided against it when he heard his name in his mom's conversation. It sounded like his mom was on a phone call since he couldn't hear the other person's reply.
"–lengths I did for Jungkook." Pause. "I just want the best for him since it's gonna be his first national competition." Pause. "I got rid of his best friend." Pause. Jungkook felt like his heart stopped beating for a moment. "Yes, the girl who made him blind."
If his heart stopped beating before, now it was beating so fast. Adrenaline was pumped throughout his body, making his head almost hurt.
There was no way what his mom had said was true. None of it. Not the fact that his mom got rid of you and definitely not the fact that you made him blind. No way. His mom was just bluffing.
But as much as he liked to believe that, his mom still carried on with the conversation. "I don't know what else to do." Pause. "I've tried everything I could, but now he just skips practice whenever he wants." Long pause. “Guess I’ll try that. Thanks.” Pause. “Bye.”
With a huff, Jungkook opened the door. As he closed the door behind him, he heard his mom gasping.
“You’re already home?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I am, for a while.”
“Did you hear everything?”
“Not everything. But enough to know what you did.” Jungkook deemed it was the right time to let out his anger bit by bit.
“So now you know the truth. Why I don’t like Y/n and why I got rid of her.” It sounded like there was no remorse at all.
+++
It was his fourth birthday. Just like how kids who had birthdays before him celebrated their birthday with the whole class, Jungkook also celebrated his birthday with his classmates.
“Jungkook!” A little girl called him while running up to him.
He smiled upon seeing the big present on the girl’s hand. It was big enough to fill the girl’s hands full.
Once she was close enough, she handed the gift to him. “This is for you. Happy birthday.”
Jungkook accepted it. “Thank you, Y/n.”
Like any other class full of kindergarten kids, the class was chaotic. The teacher was busy trying to sit everyone down and left the birthday boy with his best friend on their own. That was a big mistake.
Little you had seen a lot of funny videos depicting pranks people do on their friends and wanted to try one on Jungkook. So just as Jungkook wanted to take a seat beside you, you pulled his seat, making him fall butt first to the hard floor.
Then everything flew by. He only remembered faintly. He remembered his loss of vision. He remembered hearing cries. He heard a lot of cries. From himself, Y/n, his parents, Y/n’s parents, even the teachers. Then the strong smell of disinfectant indicated to him that he was in a hospital.
There were also doctor’s checkups. A lot of doctor’s checkups. He remembered those checkups almost made him stay up all night. It was hard to forget how scared he was of the doctors handling him.
The only memory that engraved into his mind was when the doctor told his parents that he was permanently blind because of the accident. Then he heard more of his parents’ cries.
+++
Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. “You’re wrong, mom.”
“You’re still defending her?” His mom raised his voice. “Look what happened to you after she came into your life.”
“I’m defending her because the good things she’s done outdid the bad things.”
His mom grunted.
“Yes, she might be the one who made me blind, but she is – was – also the one who pushed me to become a national athlete.” Jungkook regained his breath before continuing his speech. “At the start, I didn’t really like swimming. But when Y/n said that it was cool to be able to swim fast, I was motivated.” Pause. “And don’t even talk about how many times she supported me, accompanied me. She never skips coming to my competitions and practices.”
All he said was true. As much as he wanted to hate you, he couldn’t. A part of him – a big part – still needed you and missed you.
With one last statement, Jungkook ended his conversation with his mom. “You not being able to forgive Y/n is the reason why my career almost ruined. If you really want me to succeed, help me find Y/n.”
It didn’t even take his mom more than three days to find you.
Jungkook was listening to a podcast when he received a notification from his mom. Words couldn’t explain how shocked he was when he realized it was the address he knew well – your grandpa’s house. With you on his mind, he left his house and went to where you were.
Because your grandpa only lived outside the city, it didn’t take long for Jungkook to arrive there. The familiar smell of lavender still lingered just like how he remembered it. He smiled internally knowing that your grandpa still took care of his lavender plants after all this time.
Right before he got the time to step further near your grandpa’s house, he heard a voice calling him. He instantly recognized it as yours.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice getting louder by the second indicating that you were walking towards him.
Couldn’t hide his smile because of meeting you again, he grinned. “What are you doing here?”
“I asked the question first.”
Jungkook sighed. Still the same stubborn Y/n that he knew. “I’m looking for you. Now answer my question.”
“Helping my grandpa around. It’s been some time since I went here.”
“But you never stayed here this long.”
“Is that a problem?”
Jungkook’s face fell. It looked like you didn’t want to talk about the elephant in the room. “I think I know the reason why you’re here.”
“Of course, I already told you the answer.”
“No, I mean–” he hesitated, not sure how to break it to you, “–I know the truth. And I’m sure you know about it, too.”
You grunted. “Jungkook, I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
He decided to just drop the bomb at once. “The accident when we were young, my blindness, my mom hating you and making you leave me.”
He heard you chuckle at his response. “If you really think the reason I’m here is because of your mom, you’re dead wrong.”
Good. He made you angry.
“I’m not gonna beat around the bush, if you have nothing important to do here, I suggest you leave.”
“Can we talk about this first?”
“What is there to talk about?”
“Everything!”
“I don’t have the time. Just go home.” Jungkook heard your footsteps, you were walking away.
“Please, Y/n,” Jungkook called.
“What is there to talk about?” you repeated the question after stopping in your tracks.
Almost giving up, he answered, “Us.”
“We should never be friends, Jungkook. Your mom was right to separate us.”
“Why?”
“Look at you!” you half-yelled. “Look at what I did to you! Oh, gosh, I can’t even look at you without hating myself.”
“Y/n-” Jungkook took a step.
“No. Listen to me first. I’m really grateful to know you. But your mom was right. I did too much damage to you. We can never be friends.”
“Y/n, I don’t understand what you mean by that. It was an accident, yes, you knew no better. But don’t think it was a tragedy. It wasn’t and it’ll never be,” Jungkook tried to reason with you.
“How can you call it ‘not a tragedy’ while you’re standing there unable to see permanently?”
“I lived with this for so long I almost forget what it feels like to be able to see. Being blind is a part of me now and I already accept it. But why can’t you and mom accept me?”
The next thing he knew, you ran to him and hugged him so tight he was scared that would break a bone. But another part of him, his heart specifically, drumming against his chest he was sure you could hear it.
“I’m so, so, so sorry. You don’t even know how much I’m sorry,” your cries muffled by his shirt. “I’m sorry if I couldn’t accept you. Never even think once that I have bad intentions towards you. I would never do those things to you intentionally.”
Jungkook patted your hair softly. He was lying if your cries didn't hurt him. “I know, I’ve forgiven you a long time ago.”
“I tried to make amends with you. I befriended you, supported you, accompanied you. I basically did everything I could do. But when I realized that you were nicer than what I had thought, I only felt worse.”
“I understand.” This time Jungkook brushed his hair through your fingers. Your hair smelled like strawberries, the exact smell he liked. The smell he had missed.
“And when your mom told me that you would do better without me, I believed her.”
“That’s where she’s wrong. I did worse, you can ask her. I couldn’t do it without you.”
You pulled back slightly, but not breaking the hug. “But you’re so good at swimming.”
Jungkook smiled. “Only when you’re watching. So, can you, please, accompany me again?”
“What about your mom? She would be angry.”
“I already explained everything to her. In fact, she was the one giving away your location.”
“That’s because you forced her,” you whined.
“To be honest, I don’t really care if she still can’t accept you. At least she won’t bother you, hopefully.”
You sighed happily. “Okay. I trust you.”
As he laid on his bed that night,
*Add a scene where Jungkook lays at night, thinking about how grateful he is for making amends with you. He also realizes that maybe he has a crush on you.*
+++
True to your words, you went with him during his practices. Although his mom never talked to you or even approached you, Jungkook felt like things were going better. At least she wasn’t talking bad about you anymore.
On the D-day, you came early – even before Jungkook himself – much to his surprise.
“You’re already here,” Jungkook said in surprise when he heard you call him. His mom was talking to coach Lee, giving him the perfect opportunity to talk to his best friend.
“For around 15 minutes, yeah,” you confirm. “Are you nervous?”
“Don’t even ask that kind of question.”
“Okay, sorry.” You laughed. Oh, how he missed that sound. “Hey, I don’t know if you’re allowed to eat a lollipop before a competition, but I’d like to give you this.”
He felt you pushing what felt like a lollipop into his hand.
“Aside from eating heavy meals, I can eat anything. So, thanks.” He opened the lollipop and put it into his mouth.
“I thought it would make you feel less nervous.”
“You know I can handle nervousness well.”
“You’ve never been to a national competition before, though.”
“Fair enough.” A sudden thought flash in his mind. “Y/n, I have something to tell you, but I think it’s better to tell you after the competition.”
Though it was a nation-wide competition, everything went quite similar like Jungkook’s previous competitions. Minutes before the competition began, he received a briefing from coach Lee, shook hands with the other competitors, and then the competition finally began.
Everything slowed down once he was in the water, it was only him, his mind, and the flow of water around him. Much to his surprise, everything went smoother and calmer than he had anticipated. He never knew that national competitions weren’t much different from his other competitions. In short, he was in his element again. He felt free.
Sooner than what he had liked, the competition ended and he was allowed to go home empty-handed. Empty-handed because he lost. He came in fourth place. Not as good as what his mom wanted, but for a newbie like him, it was just the beginning. He wasn’t sure what was the reason, but he really wasn’t feeling sad or anything.
Once he walked out the changing rooms, he felt someone hugging him. From the smell, he could tell it was you.
“I’m super proud of you. Fourth place in your first national competition? You’re gonna be a legend,” you rambled in his ear while still hugging him.
Jungkook hugged you back. “Thanks.”
You finally let him go. “I overheard coach Lee tell your mom that there’ll be another national competition. The organizer isn’t as big as this one, but he thinks it’ll be good for you.”
“Wow. Isn’t that, like, too soon?”
“Don’t know when it’ll be, though. You can just ask coach Lee.”
“I will. Thanks, Y/n.”
“So, do you have something to tell me?”
Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “Huh?”
“Before the competition, you told me you have something to tell me.”
“Oh, right.” To be honest, he kinda wanted to regret it as soon as he had said it back then. Damn you to always remind him.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing serious.”
“It sounded serious.”
Jungkook groaned. “Do you really need to know?”
“Of course. I’m your best friend. I’m ready to listen to whatever you say.”
“Then I hope you’re ready to change that status, too,” he blurted. Jungkook wanted to hit himself as soon as he realized what he had said.
Y/n coughed, probably in surprise. “What? What status?”
Jungkook took a deep breath. “I have liked you since I could remember. Don’t you think it’s time to change our status from best friends to something more?”
There was a delay in your answer. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, scared you wouldn’t like what he had said.
“Right now?”
“Well, yeah, if you’d like.”
“Of course I’d like to.” Then Jungkook felt your weight on him; you hugged him again, this time stronger than before.
And without words, Jungkook felt your soft lips on his. It tasted better than what he had imagined. He smiled to the kiss.
There were two things on top of Jungkook’s wishlist: to be able to see you and to be your boyfriend. At least he was able to check the latter.
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Past Tense » Will Ospreay ⁰¹
plot: reader is kenny omegas adopted sister and one of the best professional wrestlers in the world just like him, and has a past with an enemy of his, will ospreay. she gets pulled into their fued, which only motivates kenny even more to return to japan
trope: ex lovers to enemies to lovers
pairings: adopted sister reader! of kenny omega x will ospreay / reader x platonic sibling! kenny omega
warnings: honestly just angst and foul language
a/n: i rlly wanted to add a sibling reader to their fued bc i loved it sm 😔 her in ring last name won't be omega, it's just gonna be kingley bc i like that last name as a wrestler one sksjks 🤭
this will have two - three parts!
ITALICS ARE JAPANESE!!
"It's not a big deal. It's not my first dynamite appearance," Y/N shrugged. The young bucks were obviously making it a huge deal what Y/N flew out from Japan to make a Dynamite appearance. "But, you never technically wrestled on Dynamite before and you're kicking off the show," Matt said, personally very excited to see the crowd's reaction to Y/N.
"I've been on dynamite multiple times to set up paper view matches, so it really isn't a big deal," Y/N said, pulling on her wrestling boots. "Exactly! But you never wrestled on dynamite and the media doesn't know you're here, so it's an even bigger deal," Nick added in Matt's defense. "Whatever you say boys," she chuckled.
Kenny glanced up seeing the Bucks looking at him with raised brows. "What?" He mouthed to them. "Did you tell her?" They whispered, but she heard them. "Tell me what?" Y/N asked, looking at Kenny.
Kenny pursed his lips, wishing he wasn't put in this position. "Uhh, well, I forgot to mention that Ospreay is supposed to be here tonight."
Y/N smile dropped hearing the name, she sighed and ran a hand over her mouth. "You know what? No, I'm gonna let that piece of shit ruin my day. I'm supposed to have a good match and spend some time with my brother. He's not ruining that." Y/N laced up her boots, not seeing the genuinely surprised expressions on the boys faces.
"Cool, yeah couldn't agree more." Kenny said, shooting expecting looks to the Bucks. "Yeah, agreed," the both said simultaneously.
"Fantastic. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go catch up with my friend." Y/N hugged Kenny before heading out the door.
Y/N walked down the halls, a sleeveless Kenny Omega hoodie on with the hood over her head. She looked down at her phone seeing the text Jamie sent her, telling her which locker room she was in. Not paying attention, she bumped into someone. "Shit, sorry. I should've payed attention," Y/N apologized before moving past the guy, she didn't bother look at.
"Y/N?" Anddd...she froze. "Why does the world hate me?" She muttered to herself in exasperation. Slowly, she turned around, unfortunately looking into Will's eyes. "They said you weren't gonna be here," he said, genuinely surprised at her presence. He had specifically made it clear he wouldn't show up if Y/N was gonna be in the arena. It sounded childish yeah but the last thing he needed to deal with was the teasing from his friends about her.
"Well it last minute, didn't know you were gonna be here either 'til a few minutes ago." Y/N turned her attention away from him and onto the two men beside him. She used to be pretty close with Kyle Fletcher. Now, they didn't talk as much. "Kyle, Mark, hi boys," she smiled politely at them. Kyle and Mark both greeted her back with a smile.
"Alright well, you both have a good night. Bye." She didn't even give Will an ounce of acknowledgement before leaving.
Kyle couldn't help but snicker, looking to an incredulous Will. "Oh, she absolutely hates you man. I thought you two talked it out already," he said, recalling when Will had said he was heading to Y/N's locker room at NJPW Strong. "I tried to but as per usual, she was being stubborn," Will replied as he began to continue walking. "Technically, she has every reason to be stubborn," Mark added in Y/N's defense.
"Can we not talk about my ex, please? Thanks."
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Y/N did a few push-ups, waiting for them to hit her music. Kenny, the Young Bucks and Brandon all stood near her, prepared to walk out with her. They originally weren't but the Bucks wanted to film her match for BTE. She stood up just as they played her music which was "Be Quiet and Drive" by Deftones. The crowd stood up abruptly, recognizing the champions music and they were loud. "Holy shit they're loud," Matt followed the woman up the stairs.
Y/N walked through the tunnel, a grin slapped across her face as looked around at the crowd. "Introducing the World of Stardom Champion, Y/N Kingley!" Y/N pulled up her hoodie to show her two championships. One of them was obviously the World of Stardom Championship. The second one was the SWA World Championship.
Y/N pulled both titles off and raised them as her pyro hit. She handed them to Kenny as she made her way down the ramp, the boys following close behind her. Kenny held them on his shoulders, pretending to be her, he did her signature pose. Y/N stepped into the ring, taking a mic from the official.
Her music shut off and she gestured the audience to quiet down, in which they did. "Weren't expecting me, were you?" She spoke, the crowd cheering, missing the woman on AEW television. "Man, it's been a minute since I've been here. You all have Kenny Omega to thank for that. He's very convincing." Y/N chuckled when they started a "THANK YOU KENNY" chant.
"But, I won't lie to you all, I definitely wouldn't have showed up if I knew Will Ospreay was going to be here." The fans all shared a laugh at her dig at the United Empire leader. "He's probably throwin' a little tantrum backstage about this as we speak. Don't worry, William, they'll forget about this all in a day," she winked at the hard cam, tuning out the loud cheers and laughs from the AEW audience.
Y/N ran a hand down her hair, waiting for the crowd to quiet down some more. "Now, I was originally supposed to do an open challenge for my World of Stardom Championship at All Out. But, unfortunately I won't be able to make it. So, I figured, since I flew out here, I might as well do an open challenge anyways," Y/N announced.
Before she could even get out another full word, she was interrupted by the music of the Jericho Appreciation Society's Anna Jay. Y/N boredly turned to see Anna Jay (A.S.) walk out with Tay Melo and Sammy Guevara. "Shut her music off," Y/N ordered and they did as told.
They all backed up as the three entered the ring. "This is all AEW has to offer? Honestly, I really hoping for Jamie Hayter or maybe even Toni Storm. But, I guess you'll do. This should be quick work boys, so you can wait." Y/N smiled but it quickly fell when Anna snatched the microphone from her hands. "I know you're used to getting whatever you want, but that's not gonna work as long as the Jericho Appreciation Society's around. And when I beat you, and take your championship, not only will J.A.S. run AEW, but I'm gonna make you bow down to me when we takeover Stardom," the blonde said.
Y/N smiled, not at all fazed by her, she leaned forward so her mouth was next to the mic Anna held, "I'm don't bow down to nobody."
"Guess I'll have to make you then," Anna smirked. She immediately shoved Y/N down and before anyone could react, she slapped Kenny across the face. His head turned from the impact and he went to take a step forward but Sammy Guevara got in front of Anna. Matt and Nick helped up Y/N and she shoved Sammy to the side, immediately tackling Anna as the crowd erupted into loud cheers.
That started it.
Kenny lunged at Sammy, hitting him a few times so he dropped to his knees. Tay Melo dragged Anna out of the ring to safety. Y/N stood up and she, Kenny and the Bucks all delivered a super kick on Sammy Guevara. Before they could do anything else, Tay and Anna both dragged him out. Y/N picked up the mic, her adrenaline already on, "No, no, no, you don't get to just come out here, interrupt me and attack my brother without any consequences. Get your ass back in the ring before I drag you in!"
The crowd cheered as Y/N pulled off her hoodie and tossed it to Kenny who had picked up her two belts that he dropped when he attacked Sammy. Anna waited for the Elite to exit the ring before she hesitantly stepped inside. "Ring the fuckin' bell," Y/N tossed the mic outside. The minute the bell rang, they went at each other with full force.
It was about fifteen minutes into the match, they were nearing the end, already gotten so many chants during the match. Y/N and Anna were both on their stomachs, trying to muster up any remaining strength to get up after Y/N already performed the 'You can't escape'. They seemed to have pretty good chemistry for having never faced each other before.
Y/N got up and pulled up Anna, hitting her with a V-Trigger. She lifted Anna above her shoulders, even though she was near the ropes she still successfully performed the One-Winged-Angel. "A tribute to her brother Kenny Omega with the One-Winged-Angel! She's got to win!"
Just as she was about to pin Anna for the win, Sammy Guevara put her foot on the rope, forcing the ref to break the pin. "And Sammy with the save for Anna! That little punk! Kingley had the win right there."
Y/N huffed and slid out of the ring, she shoved Sammy harshly as he held his hands up in surrender. "Looks like Y/N isn't too happy with Sammy's interference in her match." Sammy backed up, "Woah, woah woah! Calm down!" Kenny grabbed his arm and turned him around, straight into two superkicks courtesy of the Bucks. Meanwhile, Cutler chuckled as he continued filming.
Y/N gave a warning look to Tay before sliding back into the ring. Anna quickly tried to roll up Y/N but she kicked out, standing up and hitting Anna with a superkick. Tay Melo jumped up onto the ring apron when Y/N jumped to the top rope for her finisher, causing Y/N to fall off on her back. Anna quickly rolled Y/N up and Tay put Anna's feet on the bottom rope for more force. Though Kenny quickly ran over to push her feet off, saving Y/N from losing. "And Omega with the save for his sister!"
Tay gaped in shock and grabbed Kenny's arm with both hands, turning him around forcefully. She raised her hand to slap him but, unfortunately for her she was forced back around but Ruby Soho, who she was currently fueding with. "It's Ruby Soho! Shes beatin' the crap outta Tay Melo!" Ruby delivered her finisher 'Destination Unknown', and when Sammy went to help his wife, Ortiz ran down the ramp and chased him into the crowd. If anyone was keeping up with their fued, they would know, Ruby Soho and Ortiz were set to Tay and Sammy for the AAA Mixed Tag Team Championships at All Out.
All while this was going on, Y/N had hit Anna with a superkick. She jumped onto the top rope and did the usual backflip into a DDT just as Anna stood up to take it. "And Kingley with a Royal Deathdrop!" One...two...three! She won, and retained her belts. "Y/N Kingley retains!"
"And still, your World of Stardom Champion, Y/N Kingley!"
Kenny stepped in the ring and handed her the Stardom belt but still held onto the SWA belt. Y/N chuckled as the Bucks lifted her onto their shoulders, she raised the belt, representing Stardom proudly.
Kyle Fletcher glanced at his friend, Will's eyes focused intently on the television in front of them. He hadn't taken his eyes off the TV the minute Y/N walked out, looking as beautiful as ever. He was a little upset at her diss towards him but figured she had probably just dissed him because of his current fued with Kenny. At least that's what he was trying to tell himself.
"Dude, you gotta stop actin' so desperate. You're never gonna get her back with that attitude," Kyle said, patting Will's shoulder.
Will sighed, "I'm not acting desperate bruv. I am desperate. I want her back."
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"Ow. Careful," Y/N winced as Kenny unwrapped the plastic that kept the ice attached to her shoulder. "You know, I'm probably the last person to tell you this, but you really gotta take it easy. You shouldn't be wrestling and traveling this much. You need a break," Kenny said. Y/N wished she could roll her eyes but what he said was true. She was overworking herself more than needed. She had just wrestled before her flight to AEW and that was just even more unnecessary pain on her body.
"I'll keep that in mind," Y/N mumbled in reply. Kenny sat down next to her, both of them watching the current main event going on. It was Aussie Open & Will Ospreay of United Empire vs PAC & The Lucha Brothers of the Death Triangle to advance in the AEW Trios tournament. Whoever won this match would be facing The Elite next week on Dynamite. "Aussie Open's lookin pretty good. They've improved," Kenny commented.
"Speaking of, why didn't you tell me he was gonna be here tonight?" Y/N questioned after a few moments of silence. "I thought you weren't mad," Kenny glanced at his sister and back to the TV. "Oh I'm not. I'm just wondering why you would keep that from me. Of course, assuming TK came to you first about it." Y/N looked back at the TV, waiting for Kenny's response.
"Come on, Y/N, we both know if I told you he was gonna be here, you wouldn't have shown up. And I didn't want you to look bad if you had backed out on your promise," he explained and she smiled slightly. Kenny always went out of his way to protect Y/N and her image. He was in the business a few years earlier than her but made it seem like it was a decade. Even if she didn't want any help, he always provided it anyways. She was grateful for him and his help anyways.
"You know, you don't always need to worry about me. I can handle myself. I know what I'm doin'," she assured. Kenny raised a brow, "I'm your brother. I'm always gonna worry about you whether you need it or not. Besides, you really gotta just forget about this guy. Just pretend like he doesn't exist," Kenny advised.
"I'll take that to mind." Y/N and Kenny both turned their heads back to the monitor just as Will Ospreay jumped to the top rope and performed Y/N's finisher move on PAC. Will grinned and instead of attempting a pin on his opponent, he stood up and did Y/N's taunt. The crowd cheered in response, leaving Y/N's mouth agape. "That fuckin' prick," she muttered.
"I mean, technically you took a dig at him first," Kenny mumbled, Y/N glaring at him in reply.
About ten minutes later they were all gathered near the entrance way, ready to walk out after United Empire gained the win, advancing in the tournament. Kenny's music hit and he walked out, getting a huge pop from the crowd as per usual. Y/N followed behind him, her titles still strapped about her waist but she had changed into a long tight black dress with two slits near the legs and heels for dinner after the show.
Y/N rolled her eyes watching Will gesturing for them to come in the ring. Kenny walked down the ramp, neither the Bucks or Y/N attempting to stop him but Don Callis did. His first attempt, Kenny just shrugged him off, but as he got closer Don had to grab Kenny's waist to pull him back as a ref put his hands out as well. Meanwhile, Will just taunted Kenny, daring him to step in the ring.
Y/N then grabbed Kenny's shoulder and pulled him back with a small laugh. They backed up on the ramp and Y/N looked at the camera man who signaled to her that the show was now off air. "We're off air now," she told Kenny and he nodded, gesturing for someone to hand him a mic. "Now that we're off the air, I wanna thank everyone for coming down tonight," Kenny spoke into the mic.
"And please, give our friends and my lovely sister from New Japan, a wonderful AEW welcome." Y/N smiled and put an arm around her brother as Aussie Open raised their arms, getting more cheers and appreciation from the AEW crowd.
"Now I'm gonna do something very special that perhaps I shouldn't. Don't make me regret it, and because you guys are the guests and you guys won the main event, give these people a piece of your minds. Tell these people how you feel. Thank these people for giving us their time tonight. Now that you guys are in the big leagues, thats just one of your daily duties. Think you can handle the responsibility, Will? Hopefully you can handle it a little better than uh, filling my shoes in New Japan," Kenny walked down the ramp with Y/N and set the mic on the ring apron.
Kenny headed back up the ramp, Y/N tried to stay there, staring down Will until Kenny took her hand and gently pulled her back on the ramp with him. Will leaned down and picked up the microphone, his eyes on Y/N's before turning around.
"Mate, I didn't know the cleaner was a puss." The crowd cheered as Y/N and Kenny rolled their eyes, knowing he was gonna say some shit like that. "Bruv, filling your shoes? The way I see things, is the short time I've been in New Japan, I've done everything you've done and more you fragile little bitch." Y/N glanced at her brother who didn't seem to be affected by Will's little insults. Sure, she had worse things said to her in rivalries but those weren't even against actual people who disliked her. If it was Will who said those things to her, she would've jumped him already.
"Mate, Kenny Omega was wearing a damn t-shirt when he came back. What's the matter bruv? Hidin' that little belly of yours? Are the abs gone brother? Is that what it is? Your little sister there came back from a broken neck and even she didn't look half a bad," Will said, the crowd getting louder when he mentioned Y/N. This didn't sit well with neither sibling but it wasn't the first time she was thrown into their arguments.
"Look at you bruv, covered in tape. I just did a G1, went to the final, another five stars bruv," the blonde brit gloated, getting another eye roll from Y/N. Please, five stars was nothing for her nor Kenny. Every match she had was five star material but she wasn't out here gloating about it like a cocky prick. "Bruv, bruv, while I've been working," as he spoke, Don couldn't stop Kenny from heading down the ramp again, Y/N following her brother incase one of them decided to swing. Knowing Will, he could get pissed easy.
"While I've been working, you've been sitting down and getting the Young Bucks to wipe your ass for you brother." Kenny had to crack a laugh, sarcastic or not, what he said was kinda funny. "Face it, face it, you've guys have built a wonderful empire here but it wouldn't be as good because you're inviting me to come over here mate. Money where your mouth is. Next week, United Empire versus The Elite." Y/N leaned forward on the apron and Will leaned down, looking into her eyes, he dropped the mic into her hand and backed up.
Y/N backed up and handed the mic to Kenny. "Hey uh Will, since we're gonna play a little bit of hardball, and since there's absolutely no way anyone's gonna see or hear any of this. You wanna talk about doing everything that I've done except doing more of it and sooner. Well, that could be true except the only difference is, I did it in front of full sold out crowd's and you did G1 Final in front of what, three thousand people?"
"After the hardships that I face to give people like you an opportunity Will, you would think that maybe, you'd be able to do a little more with it." Kenny said, looking directly at Will who was sitting criss cross in the ring, leaning forward on the bottom rope. Will just laughed, "And one man's opinion, doesn't really mean much to me, Will, because none of these people know any of your matches, none of these people even know you." Will moved under the rope so he was now on the ring apron, seemingly pressed by Kenny's comments.
"And you wanna bring up my sister all the time but she doesn't even show up here more than twice a year and she got the biggest pop of the entire night. I didn't even have to introduce her." Y/N smirked at Kenny's defense of her and the crowd cheered.
"I introduce them to you," Y/N and the Bucks pulled Kenny back to prevent any fighting between the two men, "yeah, a lot like I introduced you to the Heavyweight scene in New Japan. I never got one thank you from you, Will, not even one, and here you are talking a whole lot of shit in front of all these people." Kenny laughed, backing up as Will hopped down from the apron, seemingly mad and Kyle and Mark had to hold him back.
Kenny continued, "thinking you're a real tough guy, huh, because you wrestled five matches in five days on a couple of indies and a couple of lower card New Japan guys, and yeah you lost to Okada, big deal, I've lost to Okada too, but I've also beaten Okada in the biggest stage of them all, something you can never do Will. And guess what, that match that I'm talking about Will, that's the one everyone calls the best one of all time. Something that nobody says about your matches. In fact, no one can even remember your matches, Will."
Kenny backed up with an evil like laugh when Will tried to move at him but Kyle and Mark held him back again, more seriously. "Look at this child," Kenny mocked, putting a hand on his sister's shoulder. "You see, Will. I gave you the impossible task of filling my shoes, but maybe I shouldn't have given you a pair of shoes when you still haven't grown out of your diapers," Kenny stated and the audience laughed.
"But hey, Will, I appreciate I appreciate you man, no heat, zero," Y/N chuckled, not sure what else Kenny could've done to troll Will even more. Kenny set the mic down and his music played but then he walked back to the mic and picked it up, "No, I'm not gonna forget it a second time. I am not gonna forget it a second time," Kenny headed up the ramp, pointing at Nick, "you were supposed to remind me."
Y/N snickered and turned around, looking back at the crowd from the top of the ramp, "I am sorry everyone, since Will doesn't have one of these, I gotta do it myself. I must bid each and everyone of you adieu, so until next time, and next time it's gonna be next week and boy it's gonna be a busy week because not only are we going to win the semis but we're taking this whole thing home mother father. Goodbye Little Willy and Aussie Open, muah!... and good night....bang!"
Kenny set down the mic and put his arm around Y/N, having her take off her main title belt, he raised her arm and pointed to her. Making sure the crowd showed their appreciation for her special appearance as the next one wouldn't happen for a while.
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A breathless Y/N leaned on the bottom rope, her body then being dragged across the ring so Mayu Iwatani could ascend to the tope turnbuckle. Her body practically moved on autopilot as her knees came up last minute when Mayu performed a moonsault. Y/N quickly ran against the ropes for leverage and jumped to the top rope, backflipping into a DDT to Mayu. Performing her finisher, which was called the Royal Deathdrop.
She crawled over Mayu's body for the cover. One...two...three! She won. She was the first ever IWGP Women's Champion.
"And first ever, IWGP Women's Champion, Y/N Kingley!"
Y/N used the ropes to stand, still dizzy from the performance. Everyone was on their feet clapping for her. The referee presented her the championship in which she politely bowed, thanking him in Japanese and raising the belt. The ring filled with confetti and she couldn't help but wanna cry. They helped clip the belt around her waist before handing her a mic so she could speak to the audience in attendance and everyone watching from their homes, more specifically her brother Kenny who she knew was watching.
"I honestly have no words. I can't begin to describe how much this means to me. But, thank you, so so much. I wouldn't be here without any of you, or my wonderful fans all over the world. More specifically would I like to thank my brother Kenny. He's the reason I'm still here and wrestling. I love you so much. Goodbye, and goodnight. Thank you." Y/N set the mic on the mat and stepped out of the ring.
Azumi helped her walk to the back as she could barely hold herself up. Mayu was one of the few women wrestlers who could take every bit of strength out of her when they wrestled. Mariah May also jogged over to help Y/N over to her locker room. "Thanks girls," Y/N sat down on the couch, giving the two women a smile.
"Of course, I'm gonna go get you some ice," Mariah said, "Oh you don't-", she quickly left the room to fetch her fellow friend some ice, ignoring Y/N's polite protest. Azumi congratulated Y/N on her accomplishment before leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.
Just as she closed her eyes, she could hear her phone begin to ring. She groaned tiredly, not in the mood to get up and grab it out of her duffle bag. Luckily, she got a knock on the door and assumed it must've been Mariah already back with the ice. "You can just come in, Mariah!" Y/N said, partially confused.
"Uhh, not Mariah," a male voice spoke. Yeah, Y/N knew that voice from anywhere. Will fucking Ospreay walked into her locker room. Y/N blankly stared at him, "What the hell do you want, Ospreay?"
"Suddenly forgot my first name?" Will retorted.
"Get the fuck out, William," Y/N pulled herself to her feet and walked around the small couch. She reached down to grab her phone and seen the various messages from Kenny and Jamie.
"Oh, I see you remember it after all," He said. Will backed up, putting his hands up in surrender seeing the glare from his ex girlfriend. "Relax, no need to be so hostile. Just came to wish you a congratulations. I know you've always wanted to bring more women's titles to the picture," he said, and for some reason he was being very genuine. She didn't like it.
Y/N sat back down on the couch, "Okay, thanks. Goodbye now."
Mariah walked up, raising her brows at Will's presence, she sat down next to Y/N. "Should I come back later?" She asked.
Y/N looked at Will, "No it's okay, he was just leaving." Will pursed his lips, shaking his head in frustration as he walked out of the room, not able to say what he really wanted to.
"I appreciate the help, but you should go be with your friends," Y/N said after Mariah helped Y/N kick her feet up on the table. "Are you sure?" Y/N nodded, urging Mariah to go on and celebrate with her friends. "Okay, but just call me if you need any help at all." Mariah carefully hugging the older girl before heading out.
Y/N took the time to give Kenny a facetime call, she smiled as Kenny's face popped up on the screen. "Hii, I miss you like so much. I feel so lonely here. I wish you could be here," Y/N said with a sad smile.
"I know, I wish I could be there too. I'm so so proud of you. I watched the match and you did phenomenal as usual," Kenny complimented, glancing up at the TV, he seen his pre-filmed video play at the PPV, announcing his return to Japan to fight Will Ospreay for his IWGP United States Heavyweight Championship at WrestleKingdom 17.
"Thank you, Ty. And I literally cannot wait to see for WrestleKingdom. I'm so excited and anxious." Y/N said, holding ice to her ribs. "I was also gonna ask if I could stay with you. I really don't feel like staying in a tiny hotel room," he replied, putting his eyes back onto the computer where as per usual was Will Ospreay talking his shit about Kenny leaving and him staying.
"Oh yeah of course, you always have a room at my place. Can I call you back tomorrow? I got to do a promo and take a shower, then head home. It's been a long day." Y/N rubbed her eyes, most of her makeup was sweated off so she did ruin it much. "Sure. I've gotta go to sleep anyways cause it's really late over here," he said in agreement.
"Okay, goodnight." They said their goodbyes before Y/N hung up and sighed tiredly.
As she went to move the ice to her chest, where Mayu viciously chopped, her door was pushed open, and an angry Will Ospreay stormed in with Kyle Fletcher attempting to stop him. "You know this is private locker room. You can't just storm in when you feel like it Ospreay." Y/N tossed her phone on the table, raising her brows at the blonde man.
"Oh don't give me that bullshit, Y/N. Who was that on the phone, huh? You're cunt of a brother?" Will said angrily, shrugging Kyle's hand off his shoulder.
"Watch your fucking mouth." Y/N moved the ice off and stood up, walking around the table. "You have some fucking nerve coming into my room and talking bad on my brother." She glanced back at Kyle who awkwardly stood there, "love you, Kyle but can you just give us a minute please?" She requested.
"You sure?" He double checked, knowing how the two could be when they were angry. "Yeah, I'm sure. This won't take long." Y/N didn't take her eyes off of Will as Kyle exit the room, shutting the door as it automatically locked. Y/N didn't have to take a guess to know Will had gotten a key to her room, which was how he got in.
"How long have you known about your brother returning to New Japan, huh? Was that the plan all along or was it because I offended the little cunt at his own promotion? Or- or was it just because I attacked his little friend?" Will said, referring to when he attacked Kota Ibushi just before Kenny left Japan.
"See I don't think you just heard what I said. Watch what the fuck you say about my brother in front of me. Come on, we both know if you offended him, he would've already dealt with you. And it's not about your championship either. It's about you strolling around here calling yourself the greatest wrestler to live, shitting on his legacy. And yeah, maybe he wants to get a little revenge for Ibushi. So he's gonna do that on the grandest stage Japan has to offer."
"Now I know it may be a little hard for you, but you need to get that through your thick ass skull, Ospreay." Y/N spat, going to turn around but he grabbed her wrist and turned her back to him. "Fine, okay, I get it. Hell I probably deserve it, too. But maybe I'm just using that as an excuse to talk to you," he said just as Y/N pulled her wrist from his grip with a glare.
"Talk to me? What do you possibly wanna talk about? The fact that you cheated on me? You being a shitty fucking boyfriend? You embarrassing me in front of everyone?!" She snapped, tired of his nonsense and shitty excuses for his behavior.
"Oh so all the blame is all on me?! I know I'm not perfect but let's not pretend you aren't so perfect yourself princess!" He argued back in his own defense.
"I never once claimed I was perfect, I certainly don't act like it. I have my flaws but I never, and I mean never cheated on you! I wouldn't even think of doing such a thing!" She shot back incredulously. Surprised that he was trying to turn this on her.
"How many times do I have to say, I'm sorry! It was a mistake that I couldn't regret more," he explained. Y/N scoffed, "If you regret it so much you wouldn't have made her your fucking girlfriend the minute we broke up, let alone rub it in my face, you fucking cunt!" She shoved him back, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. He didn't deserve her tears. She wasn't gonna let herself be weak in front of him.
"Oh, so I'm the cunt now? Where were you when I was going through the worst depression of my life? Why do you think I cheated on you, huh? You weren't there and I needed someone. But, Bea was," he couldn't help but immediately start to regret saying his ex's name. Hearing her name always set Y/N off. She absolutely hated Bea. They used to best friends until Bea slept with Will and the truth unfolded.
"Newsflash, Will. I can't give every second of my time to you! Cause whilst you were balls deep in my best friend, I was busy dealing with the fact that my birth mum showed up on my brother's fucking front door. You wanna talk about me not showing up for you one time when you haven't showed up for me countless times. I ignored every single warning I got from my family because I loved you and genuinely believed that you loved me too."
Will sighed, wanting to argue but she was right. He wasn't always there for her when she needed him. Another reason Kenny didn't like him. He had to be there for Y/N when Will wasn't. "I didn't know, I'm sorry."
"Of course you didn't know. You never bothered to ask. It's been three years and I'm done with letting you have so much control over me. Please, just forget I ever existed." Y/N stated tiredly, scratching the back of her neck.
Will shook his head, "I can't do that, Y/N. I can't just forget about us. I won't." Y/N rolled her eyes, "Then I'll do it for you."
She turned around and went to pick up her phone but his next words stopped her. "You can't honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you don't at least miss what we used to be," he said, his eyes told a different story though. He just needed to desperately know if he was the only one who feeling what he was feeling. The exact feelings he had when he first fell in love with her.
"Used to, Will," Y/N turned around, lifting her hand to place on his cheek, "Used to, as in past tense. I don't miss us. I don't miss what we used to be...because it wasn't healthy. We aren't together in the endgame, Will. That's the truth you need to learn to accept. Our love no longer lies. I'm sorry." Her statement was genuine and it felt so real. He wanted to believe she was lying but one thing Y/N didn't do was lie, especially about something like this.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to work. I don't want you in here when I return." She wanted to feel bad seeing a tear roll down his cheek. But she couldn't. She needed to let go.
Only he wasn't gonna let her. Not yet at least.
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I'm Proud of You, Kitten
H.R Wells X Curvy Fem Reader
Requested by @twilightlover2007
Summary: Y/N just got her book published. She can not wait to share her big day with her friends at S.T.A.R Labs, but she can not find anyone, including her favorite Earth 19 Author. Only to have a surprise waiting for her at her favorite coffee spot.
Content Warning!: Feeling lonely/Forgotten and so much Fluff.
A/N: I am also dedicating this to my fellow writers out there, who may be feeling lost in a sea of words. I hope you keep going and keep writing. XOXO Sara
P.S. I hope i did this story well!
Tags: @eonash @yetanotherwells @twilightlover2007
The box loomed on Y/N’s kitchen table, as she took a sip of her coffee excitement radiating off of her. This was it, the day that all her hard work, long nights, and immense amount of tears hit book shelves. She placed her coffee down on the table and with scissors she opened the box. Y/N’s eyes began to water she lifted the book out of the box. Her name on the bottom of the book, her book, she wrote a book. She held the book close to her chest and did a little happy dance tears streaming down her face.
“I can’t wait to show everyone,” She smiled to herself and ran into her room her book in hand to get changed. Putting on an Emerald Green sun dress that had a halter top that accentuated her chest and flared out at the waist. The dress accentuated her curves and gave her the extra confidence, the confidence she would need to share the rawest piece of her to the world, her close friends, and a certain doppleganger. Painting her lips a light pink and with her favorite pair of silver flats and was out the door to find her friends.
She walked into CCPD looking in the bull pen and could not find Joe, she walked up the stairs and headed to Barry’s lab only to find that empty as well. She looked at her phone, and began calling her friend and groaned when she only received his voicemail. “Maybe everyone is at S.T.A.R Labs,” she muttered to herself.
When she reached the labs she walked into the cortex, hoping to find Caitlin or Cisco. The area was completely empty. Continuing her search in the labs she was unsuccessful at finding any of her friends. She went down to the makeshift dormitory, in hopes to find her favorite author from Earth-19. She walked into the dorms heart sinking deep as the room was empty and his drumsticks were gone. She spent the whole day looking for her friends to share this big moment only to find them gone and unreachable. She felt a headache blooming behind her temples as there was a buzz on her phone to see a text from Iris.
Meet me at Jitters, coffee on me :)
A small smile, that a fellow writer didn’t forget about her and her writing accomplishment. She sent a reply:
Be there soon!
~Few Minutes Later~
As the evening rolled in Y/N made her way to jitters. When she reached the front doors her brow furrowed as the lights of jitters was completely dark. Checking her watch, it wasn’t near closing time, she decided that she would try the door and was shocked when the door opened with ease. She walked in the door and before she was able to call out the lights turned on with a crowd yelling, “SURPRISE!”
She clutched her chest as all her friends hopped out behind various places of Jitters. The place was decorated with posters of her book over the walls. Streamers of green ,white and gold over the roof with corresponding lanterns copies of her books were stacked at the counter. Everyone was there, Iris was the first to run up and give her a hug, “Congratulations, you did it!” She gave her a large smile, “How does it feel to be a published author?”
Y/N returned the smile, “I’ll let you know when it sinks in,” Barry, Cisco and Caitlin approached and hugged her as well, “You guys, I can’t believe you did all this for me. I don’t know what to say.”
Cisco held his hand up in defense, “We can’t take credit for this, it was H.R’s,” The four friends of hers smiled as they moved out of her way so she can get deeper into the coffee shop. She was greeted by Wally, Jessie, and Joe but no sight of H.R.
She walked up to the counter and grabbed a coffee when she was approached by a familiar face, She gave a warm smile, “Hi Harry,”
The earth-2 scientist smiled and put a friendly hand on her shoulder, “Congratulations, Y/N, I look forward to reading it.”
“It was a labor of love and I hope you enjoy,” She bit her lip, “Not that I am not appreciative of you being here, I am. Have you seen-“
Harry interrupted, “H.R?” She nodded her head as he responded, “He asked me to send you to the roof when you got here. And before you ask, no I do not know what he’s planned, nor did I want to.” He leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, “Don’t keep that idiot waiting, Congratulations again.” He walked away as Y/N laughed as she headed toward the door that lead to the ceiling.
As she opened the door she let out a gasp, The roof had twinkle lights illuminating the usual dark ceiling. Rose pedals began from the door and led to a table that was set for two with the candle in the middle. H.R. appeared from the shadows with a bouquet of roses in his hand, “H.R,” tears welled up her eyes for the second time that day, “You did all this?”
The man bowed, “Well, only the best for my dear Kitten, on her big day.” He walked toward her, Y/N’s heartrate quicken as he approached her holding out the bouquet. “For you, Madame,” she took the flowers and sniffed them. H.R held up his arm for her to take, “Let’s celebrate.”
Y/N slipped her arm through his and he led her to the table, with her favorite meal and his favorite coffee. He released her arm and held the chair out for her, “H.R, I really don’t know what to say,” as she sat down. “This is wonderful.”
H.R sat down across from her a large grin on his face, “Anything for my girl,” He pressed a palm against his forehead, “I almost forgot,” He pulled out a copy of her book with a pen. “Will the beautiful author sign my copy of her book?”
Her mouth dropped again, catching herself, “Of course she will.”
Grabbing the book she began to write a note in it as H.R said, “The book was fantastic, Kitten,” he took a sip of his coffee. “It was truly powerful.”
Finishing signing the book she looked up at H.R, “You read it already?”
He nodded, “I bought it first thing at the bookstore, I spent 3 hours reading it, beautifully written. I can’t wait to read it again.”
She slid the book back to him and she smiled, “I lost someone dear to me a few years ago and ever since then the words flowed on the page and I knew I had a story that needed to be shared with the world. She was my strength and my driving force to finishing this. I hope I wrote something she could be proud of.”
H.R. grabbed the hand that was on top of the book and stroked the top of her hand. “I think she would be very proud of you.” He smiled, “I’m also proud of you, Kitten.”
“Open the book, H.R, I want you to see what I put in there.” Y/N smiled sliding her hand from his.
H.R opened the book and found the signed page.
To H.R,
The man who never gave up on me and encouraged me to follow my dreams. I love you with all my heart.
Forever Yours,
Y/N Y/L/N
H.R looked up at her and smiled, He got up and offered his hand to her. She grabbed his as he yanked her out of his seat. His hand wrapped around her curvy waist pulling her close to him. “Kitten, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I would be honored to be yours forever and always. We can write novels together.” He got close that their noses touched, “When I’m not doing this of course.” He placed his lips on hers. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer.
She pulled away a grin on her face, he returned the smile and he whispered one last time as he pulled her into a hug, “I’m so proud of you, Kitten. I Love you.”
She felt a wave of cold on her shoulder, like a phantom hand letting her know a presence was there it and hugged H.R closer to her, “I love you too, H.R.”
#harrison wells#the flash cw#the flash#harrison wells x reader#hr wells#the flash fanfiction#hr wells x reader
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Just A Pawn-Luke Hughes
Chapter Two
Summary: As the ‘friendship’ between Remi and Luke continues to evolve so does Luke’s feelings for her. And Lukes friends become increasingly worried about this relationship and Luke himself.
Warnings Smut, Cursing, Adult Subjects, Protective friends, Maybe toxic behavior,
A/N there is a lot that goes on in this chapter please don’t read if you are not ok with any of the things mentioned above. I believe I had all of the right tags I do apologize if I miss something or if something should be categorized a different way I am new to this and on the younger side so please feel free to let me know so I can fix it. Otherwise I hope you enjoy this chapter
Luke hopped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack. "Yo, Dylan, you seen my phone?" he called out as he wrapped it around his waist.
"It's on your bed," Dylan shouted from the living room.
Luke walked into his bedroom and picked up his phone. He saw he had a new message from Remi and grinned to himself. They had been hanging out a lot lately and despite Luke trying to keep his feelings in check, reminding himself that this was all just a plot, he couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction to her.
"Hey, you still up for tonight?" Luke texted back.
"Yeah, absolutely!”
“What do you want to do?"
"I was thinking we could go on an adventure."
"Sounds exciting, I'm in! See you at 9?"
"Perfect."
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As Luke walked into the living room, Mackie looked up from his homework. "Where are you going tonight?" he asked curiously.
"Out with Remi," Luke replied nonchalantly.
Mark rolled his eyes. "Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean didn't your brothers tell you to stay away from her anyway" he asked
"I can handle them," Luke said defensively. "They're just being overprotective."
Ethan chimed in. "I mean, I don't know if she's the best influence..."
Luke cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "Look guys, I appreciate your concern but I like spending time with her. So can we just leave it at that?"
The guys nodded hesitantly and went back to their respective tasks.
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That night, Luke met up with Remi outside of a town favorite bar downtown. They decided to skip the bar scene and instead took a walk around campus.
"This is nice," Luke commented as they strolled down a lit pathway next to the Arboretum.
"I knew you'd like it," Remi said, grinning playfully at him.
They eventually ended up wandering through the woods behind campus, chasing each other around like little kids. They climbed trees and hid behind bushes, laughing loudly.
"Hey, we should sleep here tonight," Luke suggested somewhat jokingly as they collapsed on the ground breathlessly.
Remi looked at him with the same mischievous smile he saw the first time they met before responding. "Sure, why not?"
“Wait, you seriously wanna sleep here?” Luke asked with a laugh
“Ya! Come on, it’ll be fun!” Remi encouraged him as she pulled him towards the trees.
“Uh ya it’s a little dangerous?” Luke asked as he looked around nervously. Sleeping in a dark forest alone was not exactly on his to-do list.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Remi asked with a giggle.
“Um I don’t know, we could be attacked by a bear or a murder” Luke suggested
“What’s life without a little danger?” Remi said with a smile.
Luke looked into her eyes and smiled, before agreeing.
They made a makeshift bed out of leaves and branches and settled in for the night. As they laid there, looking up at the stars above, Luke realized then that he was genuinely happy with Remi. He wasn't just stringing her along to piss off his brothers anymore; he actually liked being around her a lot.
The next morning, Luke woke up to his phone ringing incessantly. It was Coach Naurato wondering where he was for morning practice.
"I overslept," Luke admitted sheepishly as he laced up his skates.
Coach Naurato shook his head disapprovingly. "Let's go Hughes, run three laps before practice starts."
After practice, Coach Naurato pulled Dylan aside to ask him some questions about Luke's behavior outside of practice.
"Is he okay? He's been acting really weird lately," Coach Naurato confided in Dylan.
Dylan hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully. "I don't know, coach, I haven't really noticed anything too out of the ordinary."
The truth was that everyone had noticed Luke's behavior changing over the past few weeks. He was more distracted during practice and seemed to be preoccupied with something outside of hockey. But no one said anything because they didn't want to get into trouble with their teammates or coaches.
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Later that night Luke walked into his house and saw his roommates sitting in the living room watching TV. He was happy to see them, but they looked at him with deep concern.
"Mate, are you okay?" Ethan asked.
Luke shrugged and sat beside them. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you've been acting different lately," Dylan said.
"What do you mean?" Luke asked.
"You missed class this morning," Mackie said. "Coach was livid."
"I know, I messed up," Luke replied. "It won't happen again."
"It's not just that," Mark said. "You've been hanging out with Remi Carson a lot lately."
Luke rolled his eyes. "So what? She's just a friend."
"A friend that you spend the night with?. We know you didn’t come home last night, we were a little worried.," Ethan told him.
"I’m 19, don’t try to control my life" Luke responded.
"We're not trying to control your life, bud," Dylan said. "We're just worried about you."
"I appreciate it, guys, but I'm fine," Luke assured them.
His roommates exchanged a look of worry as he walked away.
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Then one chilly afternoon at his house after he'd skipped practice, she convinced him to go all the way, saying it'd be "new". As she lay shirtless above him she whispered "ready?"
Luke smiled up at her before nodding eagerly. The moment he entered her, he heard a door shut.
Luke paid no attention to it, continuing to grind his hips into her.
Luke enjoyed the sound of her moans, and at that moment he was in a state of euphoria, which made him completely oblivious to the door that had shut.
Seconds before Luke had reached his climax, a heavy knock sounded on the door.
Angry and frustrated, Luke yelled at the door. “Go Away! I'm busy!” Remi couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his frustration.
“Luke, we need to talk!” Mackie yelled on the other side of the door.
“Unbelievable” Luke muttered, as he pulled out of her, grabbing his sweats from the floor and slipping them on.
Luke shot a look at Remi, who was still laying on the bed naked and covered with a blanket. She gave him a smirk and Luke let out a frustrated groan before slipping out the door.
“What the fuck guys!” He yelled noticing all of his roommates staring at him, all of them looking worried.
“You skipped practice!” Dylan stated worry lingering in his voice.
“Yeah, and?” Luke snarked back
“Dude we’re worried about you! And Coach was pissed he was thinking about benching you! You’re lucky we covered for you” Ethan chimed in.
“He’s not gonna bench me, it was one practice chill out” Luke says nonchalantly
“It’s not just that Luke you’re different. It doesn't matter to you if you miss a practice, don’t care about your grades, and you just don't seem to care about anything at all! We’re all fucking worried about you!” Ethan yelled
“You guys are ridiculous, I’m fine!” Luke yelled back.
“No you’re not! You just don`t care, it’s ridiculous” Mark said,
“I told you before,I can handle myself” Luke retorted before returning to his room, slamming the door behind him.
“Are you alright?” Remi asks, watching as Luke takes a deep breath before placing his hands on his head.
“Fuck” Luke screams out angrily slamming his fist onto his desk. Remi’s mouth drops open as she hurriedly gets herself out of bed wrapping the sheets around her and walking over to Luke.
Remi gently takes hold of Luke’s now bleeding hand and inspects the damage.
Thankfully no damage was done to his knuckles but the hand is a bit red and swollen.
Luke looks at Remi with a look of desperation in his eyes. A smile appears on Remi’s face as she guides Luke’s hand closer to her mouth and kisses the knuckles.
Luke moves his other hand to Remi`s waist and pulls her closer to him as he kisses her neck leading up to her ear. “Ready to finish?” He whispers in her ear.
Remi nods her head and smiles, dropping the sheets that covered her body. Now standing completely naked in front of Luke, he stripped off his sweats and threw them at the door, locking it before grabbing a condom from the desk drawer and slipping it on.
Luke gripped Remi underneath the waist and placed her on the desk. He begins to kiss her neck, moving his hand down to her breast. Remi lets out a loud moan as Luke makes his way past her stomach…
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the first snow - lee haechan scenario
hello! so i'm going through the requests sent, slowly but surely i'm working on them so thank u thank u for the patience💛 if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌
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“Who pissed in Haechan’s cup?” Jungwoo jokingly asks as he enters the room, at the mention of his name, you notice Haechan is nowhere in sight. He was sitting at the far end of the sofa when you came but now he’s gone.
“Huh? He was just here” you answered, pulling your phone out of your pocket to shoot him a quick text
Y/N: where’d you go?
Hyuckie🐻: out
The cold reply went over your head so you just turn off your phone before continuing your conversation with Mark.
You had some free time so you visited them in the practice room, even brought some snacks for the boys since you thought they needed it. (Also Haechan might have mentioned he wanted this snack so you brough it especially for him).
You worry most about Mark and Haechan, you can’t even begin to imagine how tired they are. They say they’re fine but you can’t help but worry. One time Haechan insisted on going over at your place after a schedule just because he wanted to see you, his words, but 5 minutes into the movie he was passed out quietly snoring beside you. You let him have some little rest, turning the movie off saving it for another time.
“Why is Haechan sitting in the hallway?” Taeyong asks as he enters the practice room with Johnny and Doyoung in tow
“He’s sitting in the hallway?” Jungwoo asks, “Yea, sulking to be exact. What did you do this time?” Doyoung asks Mark, making the younger one hold his hands up in defense
“I wasn’t even doing anything, I’m just sitting here” Mark defends himself
“We were just talking” you add
Suddenly a smirk forms on Doyoung’s face, like he knows something you don’t.
“Ah so you were talking to Mark?”
“Yea I mean we were all talking, then Jungwoo oppa came in then he was gone I didn’t even notice him going out” you explain, this time it was Johnny who lets out a snicker
“I know what you’re going to say, don’t” Mark tells him “I wasn’t going to” Johnny mumbles
“Okay you guys are acting weird, what’s going on?” you ask the guys
“We’re about to start, why don’t you go get the sulky baby outside? He’ll probably listen to you” Taeyong says, shooting you a brotherly smile as if asking you for this favor.
So you made your way outside to look for Haechan, you found him sitting in the hallway on the floor doing something on his phone.
Haechan could hear footsteps coming towards him, assuming it’s one of his hyungs or manager coming to get him.
“Don’t worry I’ll go in, is she still in there?”
“By she you mean me?” you ask back, making Haechan quickly look up to you
“Oh, you’re done talking to Mark hyung?”
“Where’s this conversation going?”
“I was just asking, since you were too busy with him” he mumbles, going back to his phone. Rolling your eyes at his childish action before walking over to him, taking his phone from his grasp. Hiding it behind you.
“Give it”
“Not until you tell me why you’re out here sulking”
“I’m not sulking” he says rather quickly, reaching out for his phone but you hold it farther from him
“Tell me first then I’ll give you your phone back”
You didn’t expect his next actions, he walked towards you effectively trapping you between the wall and him, “Phone” he mumbles
This would be an effective way of intimidating other people but not you, you knew exactly how to push his buttons and just how far to take it with him.
“Then speak, this isn’t an effective way of communicating Donghyuck. If something’s bothering you, say it don’t go walking out the room to sulk outside like a baby. Call me when you’re done being a manchild” you taunted him, pulling his hand out to give him back his phone.
You’re the only one who can walk away easily after talking to him like that, usually that would start a very lengthy argument with his members. A privilege only you posses.
Finally it’s the end of Haechan’s very long and busy day, even after spending almost the whole day at the studio it still feels like he has tons of things left to do. But none of that is occupying the top of his priority list, right now his only goal is to go to you and make amends for being ,in your words, a man child.
He’s not the one to wave the white flag first or ever for that matter but for you he’d do it in a heartbeat. You’d have him surrendering without even knowing it.
You were just about to call it a night when you hear someone ring and knock on your door repeatedly. Only one person would be this annoying when doing it.
And there outside your door stands a Lee Donghyuck, with a tired look on his face and a bag of peace offering you’re assuming.
“I have neighbors you know” you stare at him a blank look, the kind of look that makes Haechan both quiver in a bit of fear and question his life choices leading him to pissing you off
"Sorry for acting like a ehem manchild earlier today” he mumbles, looking down at his feet like a lost puppy.
Your annoyance have long dissipated, if anything you just like humbling him. You like keeping him on his toes.
“You don’t sound sorry at all” you mumbled. He snickers at your reply because even though you seem to not accept his apology, you still open the door for him and let him in. He takes note of your attire, a simple oversized shirt and sweatpants. Probably about to call it a night.
“Partly your fault, everyone was hogging your attention” he mumbles, throwing himself on your couch while you follow close behind. Pushing his legs of the couch to make room for yourself but he he threw them back over your lap once you sat down.
“Compared to all the times you hogged my attention to yourself?”
“I thought I was your favorite?”
“I thought you’re done being a big baby?”
He looks at you, you look at him. Neither of you saying a word. You're the one who broke the silence first,
"If I ask you something, you'll tell me the truth right?"
"As if I would ever dare to lie to you" he answers swiftly, for a moment he sees you looking behind him. You then stood up to walk towards the balcony, opening the door letting some of the cold almost winter air in.
"What are you doing? It's freezing outside"
"It's snowing, dummy. Come here" you tell him without turning back to look, your attention focused on the snowflakes falling on the ground. Like something so magical, you're too entranced to notice Haechan take a stand beside you.
"Looks like it, first snow of the year"
"You know what they say about the first snow?" you ask him, turning to the side to look at him
"What about it?" he asks, even though he kind of already knows. A strong voice in his head hoping you're thinking the same.
"They say whoever you watch the first snow fall with, you're meant to fall in love"
He doesn't say anything, waiting for you to continue your words but deep inside all Haechan wanted to do was scream out in excitement in delight.
"I don't believe that" you mumble, his world just crashed. He thinks.
"How can that happen when I already am?"
Hold up.
Did you just...
Did you just confess to him? Haechan had to take a few moments to understand what just happened
"Have you ever seen me pay as much attention to anyone else as much as I do to you?" you ask him, your voice quiet. He shakes his head.
"Then you should've taken that aa a big sign that I like you, only you. I thought I was being as obvious as you, but apparently not. With the way you sulked like a baby, I think I wasn't being obvious enough"
"Wait. You like me?"
You nod your head, a simple answer to a question he's been having a hard time understanding for the longest time.
"Me? You like me?"
"How many times are you going to ask that before it get's in your head that I do. That this right here is happening for real" you can't help but chuckle at how adorable he was being.
Haechan can't hold it back any longer, maybe it's because he's so used to taking care of you and also because you looked so cute. He takes your face between his hands, taking note of your reddening cheeks and nose probably because of the cold outdoor winds.
"Your nose is red, you look like a reindeer right now" he teases you, his voice playfully sweet you're not sure you're blushing or indeed cold.
"Way to ruin the moment" playfully punching him on the arm.
A sudden wave of confidence rushes in, Haechan bravely closes the distance between the two of you. Capturing your lips in his, he can feel the coldness on your lips and also the smile. He's sure you're not the only one red right now.
When the two of you broke apart, he gives you a few more smooches all over your face. Saving your nose for last, then your lips again.
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You Broke Me First
Part 11
Zoe spent the next hour fielding calls and texts from everyone she knew.
Cillian, on the other hand, sat next to her enjoying a cup of tea with the newspaper opened to the crossword puzzle.
Cillian and reminded her before she started answering anyone that she couldn't break and tell them the truth; she had to keep up the facade that they were. in fact, dating.
"Well.... that might be a problem" Zoe said, wairly. "I already told my sister"
Cillian rolled his eyes and sighed.
"But that's not fair. I tell Jen everything. And she won't say anything. She has mom brain. I promise. You don't get it, she's my sister.. just trust me" Zoe said defensively.
Cillian smiled. "I get it. I have a brother and two sisters. I tell my brother everything. It's fine... but just know that if it gets out, Hannah will have YOUR head, don't drag me down with you" he said, turning back to the puzzle.
Zoe's phone rang again. Zoe groaned. It was the fourth time she called, she had to pick it up this time.
"Hi, mom" Zoe said upon asnwering.
"Please tell me why I'm seeing your name all over the internet" Zoe's mom said.
"Depends.. are you reading one of my articles?" Zoe replied hopefully.
"Zoe Jane."
"Jeez, lighten up Ma" Zoe said.
"Why do I have to find out THIS WAY you're finally dating someone? Who is this man? Where did you meet him?"
shit.
"Where did I meet him?" Zoe said loudly, hoping to catch Cillian's attention. She completely forgot what the said agreement was. Cillian mouthed the word "Party" to her.
"It was a party a couple months ago" Zoe said, very monotone. Zoe then decided to make the bad decision to put her on speaker, so Cillian could hopefully help out faster with answering questions if she needed him.
"A party?"
"Yes"
"what were you wearing? How did you do your hair? I hope you left it down, I think your hair is so pretty and I hate when you tie it in that low bun you do" Zoe's mom went off.
Cillian looked up and raised his eyebrow.
"really mom?" Zoe said, staring off into space and rolling her eyes, sighing.
"I'm just saying, I've bought you such pretty sundresses and they're just collecting dust in the closet. You have such beautiful hair and you don't take care of it. I would kill for hair like yours, you have no idea how beautiful you could be-"
"Well I guess I wasn't that ugly since i left with him, didn't I?" Zoe snapped.
Cillian's eyes went wide and his eyebrows shot up, now biting his lip to hold back a laugh.
"Zoe Jane, that's inappropriate"
"Alright Ma, what are you calling me for? to find out details to gossip to your friends about, or to actually see how i'm doing? because I have things to do. Apparently a whole lot of hair to take care of and sundresses to dust off" Zoe said, wanting to wrap up the phone call.
"Of course I'm calling to see how you're doing! You think i'm so horrible. I just wanted to see who this man was and if I was ever going to meet him"
hopefully, never. Zoe thought
"Is he coming to the party?"
shit. the phone's on speakerphone. Zoe glanced at Cillian, who was now looking at her.
"I don't know. I gotta go. I'll keep you posted. love you" Zoe said, anxious to hang up.
"Love you bunny. tell this man-"
Zoe ended the call before her mom could finish. She dropped the phone on the counter and let out a sigh.
"Good thing you have a degree, your acting sucks" Cilian mumbed.
"Listen.. my mother is... she's a force to be wreckoned with" Zoe said, taking a sip of her now cold coffee.
"Very concerned with what you're wearing" Cillian replied.
"Oh, always. Beauty might be on the inside, but beauty on the outside reels them in" Zoe said, mocking her mom.
"What party was she talking about?"
"Just some stupid birthday party" Zoe said, mind racing trying to think of something to say to change the subject. "Are you stuck on one? I'm good at crosswords" Zoe came up with, pointing to the newspaper laid out in front of him. Cillian stared at her for a second, then looked down and furrowed his eyebrows together, almost forgetting there was a newspaper there in the first place. "oh.. uh, yea. 8 Down. 'Magician's expertise'. 8 letters. Thought it was vanishing or disappear but those don't fit"
Zoe thought for a second.
"Illusion. It's illusion"
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Over the course of the next 2 weeks, Zoe and Cillian fell into somewhat a routine that worked for them. And, if we're being honest, Zoe was starting to look forward to seeing him.
Zoe had gone back to the office, but now people whispered about her as she walked past .People knew, and they thought it was real. More people were saying good morning to her than usual, and it seemed like people were generally more chatty with her. But she could still hear the whispers behind her.
Cillian came over at least 3 times a week, days always being different except Sundays - he always came over Sundays with dinner to watch the next episode of Succession. The other days, they would just hang out at her apartment, she would cook or they would go out to eat. Zoe was getting used to the cameras when they found them, and she began to feel a lot more comfortable around Cillian. It was like she was hanging out with one of her friends, where she could completely be herself and not worry about saying the wrong thing.
She learned Cillian and her had a lot of similar interests when it came to movies and TV shows. Cillian (politely) listened to her ramble off about her love for old architecture and old cemeteries, and her dream of owning an old house with old crown moldings and old gold doorknobs - don't get her started on antique doorknobs. Cillian tried to teach her about "good" music, and made her playlists and almost had a meltdown when she listed to the playlist he made for her on shuffle. "It's in that order FOR A REASON" Cillian had said.
They haven't, however, kissed since that night outside her apartment building.
Zoe spent many nights overthinking this. okay, we kissed that one night, and I'm convinced if our phones didn't ring an interrupt us we would of kissed that day at his house the article dropped.He makes time to make me playlists and listens to me and pretends to be interested in whatever i'm talking about. maybe deep DEEEEEEP down he likes me? and then reality would hit her that this is all one big lie and she would feel horrible about herself.
It was Sunday, and Zoe just let Cillian in. He kissed her on the cheek and said hello, and walked past her. That's... new. Zoe thought.
"I got that rigatoni bolognese you like. I got penne vodka for myself but we can switch if you want," Cillian said, putting the bags of food on her end table in front of the couch. "Wine tonight?" He asked.
"No wine for me. My head already hurts. I'm just having water" Zoe said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and heading to the couch with napkins an forks. She'd be lying if she said she was dressed lazy but didn't spritz herself with perfume and added some blush to her cheeks before he got there.
"Aw man, really? If you want to go to sleep, I can leave the food and go-" Cillian started to say.
"what? no way! I'm fine. I just took an excedrin. I'll be good. And it's the season finale tonight, we're not missing that for anything!" Zoe said, plopping down on the couch and grabbing one of the pasta containers.
Cillian laughed and sat down next to her. "Okay good"
Zoe and Cillian opened the containers and alternated between the both of them, sharing the food. It was a comfortable routine that they fell into, and Zoe hoped he enjoyed it as much as she did.
Zoe leaned back into the couch and picked her feet up and curled them under her. Cillian leaned back as well, placing his arm on the couch behind her. That's new too... Zoe thought. Her heart started racing.
"Kendall's such a little bitch" Cillian said, sighing.
"That's what happens when you try to live up to your father's expectations I guess" Zoe said.
"If I did what my father wanted me to do, I'd be a lawyer" Cillian said, half laughing. "What about you?"
Zoe froze. Her dad will always be a sore subject.
"I AM doing what he wanted me to do, but I guess he never got to see it" Zoe said.
"He's proud." Cillian said confidently.
"How would you know that?" Zoe said. "You saw one picture of him and it was of his back"
"Why wouldn't he be? Why wouldn't anyone be?" Cillian said, calmly. "I know I'm proud of you"
"Stop" Zoe said, rolling her eyes.
"I'm serious. How you're handing all of this, how you acted during our interview, you kept it professional yet it felt like I was talking to a longtime friend. I've done a lot of interviews and yours will always stick out"
"Gee, I wonder why" Zoe shot back, hand gesturing between the two of them.
"No, not because of this. If that would of never happened I still would of remembered you" Cillian said, looking at her. "Going home with you was just a nice bonus"
"I think you're just being nice" Zoe said
"I think you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You're an amazing girl, Zoe. and you deserve to know." Cillian said as his arm dropped from the couch to her, thumb rubbing soft circled on her shoulder.
Zoe was silent.
"Do you ever think about that night?" Cillian said, quietly.
"I would, but honestly I don't remember much" Zoe replied, just as softly.
"Me too. I remember laughing with you. Something I haven't done in a long time. I remember you hugging me, your hand rubbing my back and your face in my neck. I wished I remembered more..." Cillian said, shifting his body towards her.
Zoe weighed her options. On one hand, there was a part of her that was frozen there. Don't make a move, let him do everything. That's the part she normally listened to.
The other part, the devil on her shoulder, told her to grab him and kiss him.
Nothing was normal about this situation. Nothing at all.
Devil it is.
Zoe took a deep breath, turned her body towards him, put her hands on his face and kissed him. She could tell he was shocked, but began to kiss her back almost immediately. His hands rubbed up and down her arms, moving to her waist to pull her closer. Her arms wrapped around his neck and depened the kiss.
Okay, this is good. I should make the first move more often. Zoe thought.
The kiss began more intense, and she slowly pulled him towards her as she laid back, pulling him to lay on top of her. They finally broke the kiss, foreheads still pressed together, heavy breathing just staring at each other.
"you're so pretty Zoe" Cillian whispered, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.
Zoe could get used to 3 more months of this.
Zoe smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, only to be interrupted by the phone ringing.
They both shot a look at the phone on the table, lit up with the words SISTER flashing across the screen.
Cillian sat up, smoothing back his short hair.
"I don't have to answer..." Zoe said, still laying down, hoping he'd get the hint and resume his position.
Cillian smiled. "Answer it, it's fine" He said. He cleared his throat and started bringing the food containers into the kitchen.
Ok, that's... weird. Zoe thought.
By now, the phone stopped ringing. about 15 seconds later, a text message came up on the screen.
"Soph wanted to say goodnight. and I hoped you booked your plane ticket!!"
Jen had accompanied the text with a picture of Sophie in her pajamas.
"Hey uh, I better get going" Cillian said, putting his shoes on.
"Wait.. what? why?" Zoe said, confused. "Succession isn't even over yet"
"I know, I'm just... really tired. I'll see you this week, ok?" Cillian said, stepping towards her, as if he was about to kiss her. He stopped, hesitated, then just reached out to squeeze her arm. He opened the front door and left without another word.
Zoe stood there, in the middle of the living room, all hot and bothered and confused and angry and hurt and embarrassed. She was so sick of being walked all over like this. So tired of mixed signals, tip-toeing around, walking on egg shells with people. What happened tonight was just like what happened at the bar one of the first times her and Cillian hung out. it's like Jekyll and Hyde, and he does a 180 in an instant.
She doesn't know where it came from, but something inside of her said she had enough. All those years of getting walked over, are done. It's time she took control and let people know how she felt. She wouldn't be walked all over again. "Fuck you" she yelled at the front door, as if he was still standing there.
She turned to the TV. "You're not the only one acting like a little bitch tonight, Kendall"
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Summary:
Back in the present day, Inuyasha tries his best to convince Kagome to manage The Strays again. She's understandably reticent and this irritates him. When he loses his temper, Kagome let's him know, in no uncertain terms that she is done dealing with his bullshit.
Notes:
Hello everyone, I'm back with another chapter. You'll get a little more information about the band and how exactly Inuyasha hurt Kagome. I really appreciate all the support so far, it has really helped me feel a bit more confident about posting this story.
So.... as for the music in this chapter. Who doesn't love a bit of Gotye's, Somebody That I Used to Know? I'll be honest, I hated this song for years because in college I worked for GAP and they played it endlessly. Thankfully, after the trauma of working retail faded, I was able to appreciate it again. lol.
AO3
Chapter 3: You Gave Me Lows I Won't Forget
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Present day…
Inuyasha tried to shove the memory of that first meeting to the back of his mind. He’d been such a fool back then, unable to see the amazing blessing just dropped into his lap by the hands of fate. He’d spent months trying to keep Kagome at arm’s length, growling and snapping at her to nurse a healthy animosity between them. It had been an effort in futility.
She was so sweet and forgiving to a fault, beating her way past his defenses with ease. Kagome wore her emotions on her sleeve. Even now, he could see the panic swimming in those crystalline blue eyes as she weaved her way around tables towards them. Her cheeks grew darker with embarrassment or anger, he wasn’t sure which…until her scent at last curled around him; it was definitely both.
Inuyasha’s eyes slipped closed, nostrils flaring as he pulled the pleasing aroma deep into his lungs…lavender and chamomile. A deep-seated sense of peace slipped through him that had been absent for the last six years. He almost fell to his knees, biting back a pathetic whine of desperate longing. Gods , he wanted to hug her, to imprint the feeling of her small body into his memory so that he could never forget again.
Mine , his demon growled from the back of his mind.
Inuyasha no longer denied this claim, but he had fucked up so bad, he knew that he had no right to voice it. Soon , he soothed that primal part of him. It was the reason he was here. He had a plan. It was growing difficult to remember, however, the longer he stared at her.
She was gorgeous. If he placed his lips to her body, Inuyasha was sure she would taste of summer. Kagome’s alabaster skin was sun-kissed like she’d been drenched in honey, and she was showing so much of it. The green tank top and tan shorts clung to her curves, leaving her slender arms and long legs on display. Those legs …Inuyasha almost groaned, remembering the many times they had wrapped around his naked hips as he buried his length inside of her trembling body.
Mine , his demon insisted again, to his irritation. Ours, learn to fucking share.
“You’re drooling again,” Sango hissed from Inuyasha’s side.
His jaw snapped shut as the reality of the situation once again settled on his shoulders, weighing them down. “You didn’t tell her?” he repeated with a growl.
“Of course not,” she scoffed. “I didn’t want her to outright refuse.”
He snarled. “Oh yeah, it’s much better that we spring it on her!”
“Kagome!” Miroku called over their bickering.
He stood and circled the table as she approached them, rolling a small suitcase behind her. Kagome released a strained laugh as he wrapped her up in a hug.
“Miroku! How are you?” she asked, pulling back to offer him a smile, even as her eyes darted in Inuyasha’s direction.
“I’m fantastic.”
“Looks like it,” Kagome replied, patting him on the back. “Engaged life seems to agree with you. You haven’t tried to grab my butt yet.”
Miroku shrugged. “What can I say? It feels pretty good being domesticated. There’s only one butt for me.”
“Good to know. I better be invited to the wedding,” she warned with a mock glare.
Sango finally unfolded her body and approached the other woman, grabbing her hands. “I kind of hoped you would be standing up there with me.” Inuyasha saw her shoulders bunch. “That is, if we’re still friends?”
Kagome pursed her lips before pulling her into a hug. “Of course we’re still friends, silly.”
“I promise, we aren’t trying to ambush you.” Sango stepped back with her arms still in a loose circle around her shoulders.
Kagome’s eyes narrowed as her plush lips twisted into a smirk. “Really? Because this feels a bit like an ambush.”
Inuyasha cursed under his breath and dragged a clawed hand down his face. He had thought this was a step forward, that she had agreed to meet him here. It had felt like a second chance and it hurt to have that sliver of hope completely ripped away from him.
He cleared his throat before lumbering to his feet and approaching them. Every eye turned to him and Inuyasha felt a blush creep up his neck. “I swear, I didn’t agree to this. I thought you knew I would be here.”
Kagome frowned. “If you wanted to talk, you could have just picked up the phone.”
“I kind of assumed that you had blocked me,” he replied, scratching at the back of his neck.
She gave a small shake of her head. “I didn’t; you could have called any time.”
The accusation was there in her tone, but Inuyasha couldn’t help but feel heartened. All this time, she had wanted to hear from him; that had to be a good thing. He felt that small ember of hope burst into full flame.
He stepped closer and snatched up her hand, rubbing his thumb along her soft skin. Kagome tensed but didn’t pull away. Inuyasha drew her out of Sango’s loose hold until she was standing toe to toe with him.
“I wanted to, every day I wanted to call you. I just didn’t know what to say,” he said, trying to infuse his voice with every ounce of debilitating regret he had struggled with for the last six years. “I still don’t know how to apologize for… everything.”
Kagome’s face softened, a small smile curling her lips. “You could always start with, ‘I’m sorry’.”
“Keh,” he scoffed. “That doesn’t really seem like enough but… I am sorry.” Inuyasha squeezed her hand. “I’m so sorry, Kagome.”
She took a deep breath and released it through her nose, her keen eyes darting between his. Inuyasha let her read it all, his remorse, his longing, his excitement at finally seeing her again. It was written all over his face and in his eyes. Inuyasha was done hiding things from his mate—except for the fact that she was his mate.
Too soon . She would run screaming. Inuyasha had to prove that he was worthy, that he could be everything she needed. He had to find a way to earn her love again.
Kagome’s flush deepened the longer he stared at her, until she finally cleared her throat and looked away. “So, why am I here?”
He was very aware that she hadn’t offered her forgiveness, but she was giving him an opening. He’d be a fool not to take it. Inuyasha grabbed her suitcase from the floor and led her toward the seat that Sango had vacated.
Kagome perched on the edge of the wooden chair and readjusted the purse strap on her shoulder. He didn’t like how stiff she seemed, like she was ready to bolt at any minute. He placed her suitcase beside her as she whispered out a ‘thank you’.
Inuyasha reclaimed the seat across from her and scooted closer until their knees were almost touching. “Thank you … for staying. I know this must be a little jarring.”
“Well, I still consider you all friends, at least,” Kagome said, shifting into a more comfortable position as she dropped her bag to the floor. “Not like I’m just going to run out the door.”
“Still friends, huh?” he asked with a grin. “That’s good to know.”
Her face softened with an answering smile. “You’ll always be my friend, Inuyasha.”
He opened his mouth, but words refused to come. He gaped like a fish, unable to voice what that declaration did to his feeble heart.
Sango cleared her throat as she claimed the seat on the other side of Kagome, Miroku taking the one beside her.
“Get to the point, dummy,” she grumbled. “Stop staring at her like she hung the fucking moon.”
Inuyasha scowled, but Kagome released a short giggle that was like fucking candy to his sensitive ears. He felt them wiggle as a shiver tripped down his spine. Fuck , it had been too long since he heard that sound. She was laughing at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. If that’s what it took to bring her joy, he’d make a complete fool of himself just for her entertainment… anything to see the smile that so entranced him. She looked beautiful.
The long black hair, that normally fell well past Kagome’s shoulders, was bundled into a messy knot on top of her head. Several dark strands had worked their way free and wisped around her face and neck, looking impossibly soft. He almost reached out his hand to wrap those delicate tendrils around his fingers.
Miroku coughed. “Inuyasha?”
He shook himself back to the matter at hand and rubbed his clammy palms on the front of his jeans.How did he ask this? Was there a way to do it gently? He couldn’t think of anything better than just blurting it out. “We want you to manage us again.”
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Kagome gawked, mouth working without any sound emerging. Inuyasha’s face looked so hopeful, so bright and lively. She was tempted to shout out ‘yes’ without even thinking, but she restrained herself. She had more to think about than just her own desires.
"Why? Are you working on something new?” she asked, instead of answering.
“Inuyasha has been,” Miroku replied with an encouraging smile.
The half-demon in question flushed and cleared his throat before looking away.
Kagome raised a brow. Inuyasha had never been shy about sharing his work. He was proud of it, as he should be. He was a brilliant songwriter, composer, and could play almost any instrument that was placed in his hands. So, his reluctance to share intrigued her.
“Oh?” she prompted gently.
He shrugged. “Well, it’s a bit different from our normal stuff.”
“Has the label agreed to renew your contract?”
“Not exactly.” It was no secret that he was considered a liability. All the women, drugs, drinking, and run-ins with law enforcement had added up to a lot of bad press over the years. “That’s why I need you,” he finished, grabbing onto her hand again.
Kagome didn’t reveal what that small contact did to her. It had been so long since she had heard his voice or even seen him, but still his touch stripped her bare. Inuyasha needed her; he’d never admitted that before.
Dammit, get your head together, girl. You know this only one way.
Heartbreak…
She stifled a huff of irritation and endeavored to keep her face blanked of emotion.
“That’s why we need you,” Sango corrected from her other side.
Kagome turned to look at the other woman, noting the apology in her eyes, even as she willingly participated in this emotional manipulation. She knew how hard their falling out had been on Kagome. Apparently, her lingering trauma mattered little.
She’d been their manager for three years and, in the beginning, it had been lovely. Well…not the beginning, exactly, somewhere more towards the middle. In the beginning, Inuyasha had behaved like a caged animal, hissing and spitting anytime she tried to draw near. Getting to know him was like peeling back the layers on an onion, as it also made her cry.
It had taken almost a year for him to warm up to her but it had been worth the wait. Despite his rather gruff and harsh exterior, Inuyasha could be sweet, considerate, and clever. Not to mention that he possessed a set of pipes that turned most girls’ knees to jelly, it certainly had hers. After some time, they had found that they really did get along…maybe too well. Kagome had broken her cardinal rule for him; never sleep with a client.
She wasn’t entirely sure how she could have resisted, though. Maybe it was the superhuman good looks. Maybe it was his natural talent and charisma. Maybe it was the way he made her cum so hard she saw stars. There was something about Inuyasha that drew her in and kept her ensnared, even when things had started to turn.
It happened so fast. Kagome had thought they were building something together, an actual relationship that, up to that point, had remained undefined. When one day, out of the blue, Inuyasha had changed from this rough around the edges guy with a heart of gold, to a freewheeling playboy who fucked anything in a tight skirt. He had shattered her heart into crystalline shards so tiny and delicate that it could never be made whole again.
And yet, she had stayed, hoping beyond hope that he would come to his senses. The life of a rockstar was bound to get to anyone from time to time… but then, there was the drinking and the drugs. Still, she stayed, cleaning up after every one of his messes, bailing him out of jail, burying bad press, dying inside as he dismissed her afterwards with little more than a wave of thanks.
Kagome hated to remember herself back then, this pathetic little girl so head over heels in love that she would let herself be treated like dirt. It made her furious and confused. She still didn’t know what had set him off.
Well… that was just an outright lie, wasn’t it? She knew, of course she knew.
She had told Inuyasha that she loved him.
Kagome just wasn’t sure why that had sparked a full-on downward spiral.. but she was sure that she couldn’t go through it again.
She frowned, slipping her hand from his. “I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“What?” Inuyasha whispered, ears drooping. “Why not?”
She nearly relented at the soulful puppy eyes he turned on her but steeled herself. “I’m not with the label anymore. I started my own company. We manage dozens of clients. I can’t pass off my other accounts just to focus on you.”
Kagome watched the muscles in his jaw bunch, preparing herself for one of his tirades, when he surprised her. Inuyasha took a deep breath through his nose and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on his intertwined fingers.
“If you’re worried about it, you should know, I’m clean.” He tsked and rolled his eyes. “Well, clean of anything that could get me arrested, anyway. Thank the gods weed is legal in Nevada now,” he said with a weak chuckle while rubbing at his brow. “I would’ve gone crazy a long time ago.”
He didn’t look at her the entire time he spoke, shame and regret hunching his broad shoulders. It had to be difficult to talk about, especially with the others sitting so close. To their credit, Miroku and Sango remained quiet, their sympathetic gazes offering silent support amid his vulnerability.
“But I can quit that, too,” Inuyasha rushed to say. “If that would help. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Kagome’s heart lurched and without thinking, she reached out to grab his hand. “That’s not what I was talking about, but it’s good to know that you’re taking care of yourself.”
His molten golden eyes whipped up to hers filled with surprise and a glimmer of soft affection. Dammit! Stay strong, Higurashi, stay strong.
Inuyasha kept a firm grip on her fingers and sat forward, licking his lips. “Well, tell me what to do. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
“That’s not…” Kagome shook her head. “I’m not sure there’s anything to do . We just don’t work very well together.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he scoffed. “We make a great team.” He swallowed before gesturing across the table. “All of us.”
“We did, for a while, that’s true.” She averted her eyes, picking at the peeling varnish on the tabletop with a single nail. “And—"
“And then I screwed up, I know,” he interrupted matter-of-factly. “But I-I’m better now. I feel better. I feel like myself again, if a slightly banged up version.” Inuyasha winced and waved his free hand through the air while continuing to swipe his thumb back and forth over her knuckles in an almost obsessive gesture. “That’s…irrelevant, but my point is, I’m not that guy anymore.”
Kagome pursed her lips as her eyes began to warm. “And I’m glad, but I can’t put myself in that situation again.”
“Didn’t I just say that you wouldn’t have to?” he bit out, beginning to show some of the characteristic temper that he had so far controlled.
“Yes,” she agreed in a breathy whisper. “But it doesn’t mean that you can erase what happened, Inuyasha.”
“I know what happened! I did it!” he snapped, voice rising as he started to fidget. “But I’m trying to fix it, dammit!”
“Sometimes you can’t,” she replied in a firm tone. “Sometimes things are just broken. You can’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again, or unring a bell, or…”
“Put the toothpaste back in the tube?” Miroku supplied, reminding her that there were still other people privy to what was becoming a very personal conversation.
Three sets of eyes narrowed on him, and Miroku shrank under their gazes.
Sango reached out, smacking the back of his head. “Idiot.”
“Ow.” The poor man hissed.
Kagome released an exasperated breath and brushed a few strands of hair away from her eyes. “Inu—” She bit her lip, “The bottom line is that I can’t give you the type of attention that you would need.”
“Can’t or won’t?” he sneered, crossing his arms over his chest.
She dropped her gaze to her hands in her lap, feeling isolated in a group of people that she had once considered family. “Both?”
“The fuck does that mean?” He was plucking at old wounds that had never been set properly, drawing up a past that she didn’t want to revisit.
“Inuyasha,” Sango warned.
“No, if she’s just gonna abandon me—” He cleared his throat. “I mean, us. I want to hear why!”
With those words, Inuyasha might as well have stepped forward and torn one of those sharp claws through the aging stitches that held her heart together. Kagome shuddered as hurt and anger bubbled up from the bloodied lump within her chest.
She slapped a hand down on the table. “Abandon you?” she hissed through clenched teeth as her vision swam with tears. “Abandon you?” She turned her furious gaze on the origin of her ire and took little pleasure when Inuyasha gulped, looking as if he would rather hug his brother than continue this conversation. “Do you have any idea how many times I had to watch you walk away from me? Like I was nothing?!”
“Kagome,” Sango whispered from her side, but she was beyond listening.
For too long, she had swallowed her feelings, more willing to hurt inside than inflict that hurt on its source, but she was done. Let Inuyasha see what he wrought and answer for the harm he caused.
“You selfish ass,” she hissed. “Don’t you think, even for a moment, that you’re the only one who is hurt here. Don’t you dare think that you’re the only one with wounds or regrets.” Kagome’s chin jutted up even as a tear breached her eyelid and tumbled down her cheek. “You want to know the real reason?”
Despite all his bluster a moment before, Inuyasha looked unsure, but she continued unperturbed.
“The real reason is you . No one, in my whole life, has ever made me feel so small. Like my concern, my efforts, my very existence were all worthless,” she seethed. “You broke me. Excuse me if I’m not insane enough to jump back into that situation.”
Tears were free flowing down her cheeks and a sob curled in her throat. Everything was just too raw, too exposed. She was beginning to feel like that same young woman who would do anything just for him to smile at her. She needed to get away, needed some space.
Kagome reached down and grabbed her purse, slinging it over her shoulder. She mumbled out a lame excuse that wasn’t fooling anyone and hightailed it to the bathroom, leaving a stricken Inuyasha staring after her.
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