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back2bluesidex · 8 months

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Where Do Broken Hearts Go (18+) - Masterpost

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok.

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, drama, eventual smut, fluff.

Warnings: mentions of infidelity, mentions of cheating, broken relationship, reader is suffering so bad, pining, more will be added to each part.

Word count: will be mentioned in each part. 476 for the prologue.

Listened to: Where Do Broken Hearts Go by One Direction

Taglist requests are closed!

Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog

A/N: First of all, Happy birthday to Jungkook. Secondly, I finally grew enough balls to start another legit series after a damn year. And obviously it had to be angst. Hope you guys like this attempt of mine.

Disclaimers: Pictures are taken from Pinterest.

Chapters:-

Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

Drabbles: Daydream, Incognito

Prologue under cut

“No. No. This is not true. This is not true.” Your murmur under your breath. Clenching your phone hard, you try to keep your breathing stable.

“Calvin Kline Ambassador Jeon Jungkook is rumored to be dating actress Han Jiwon.” you read the headline again and then dive into the article. It explains how your boyfriend had been seen leaving his hotel with one of the most popular actresses of the industry.

There is no mistake, it is Jungkook indeed. You would recognize his bunny features even in your deep sleep, no matter how many hats and masks he uses to conceal his identity. In the picture, he is tightly grasping the hands of the actress as both of them are caught by the camera.

The picture was probably taken last month during Jungkook’s overseas schedule. He didn’t mention having a “friend” over there. He never mentioned anything about meeting Jiwon there. But again, he hardly ever mentions anything anymore.

You put your phone upside down. Inhaling a deep breath, you shut your eyes.

Your body feels heavy, your heart twists in a fear of uncovering a truth that will leave you broken, will leave you stranded on a lonely island all by yourself.

You knew he was changing, you knew he was drifting apart, you know he doesn’t look at you with the same glint in his eyes. You know it all and yet you kept your fingers crossed.

A tear rolls down your cheek and you gulp the lump that formed in your throat overtime.

The door lock chimes in signaling someone has just punched the key-code. You know who it is but you stay in your place, eyes closed.

Soft thud of foot-steps echo in your otherwise silent apartment. You still don’t budge.

He slowly walks closer to your body, stands right beside you, and places a hand on your shoulder.

“It is not what you think it is, Y/N” Jungkook speaks with a barely audible voice.

“I know.” you reply while standing up from your seat.

“I didn’t cheat.” he explains again.

You come face to face with him. His face bears no sign of discomfort, pain or guilt. It’s just… blank. His eyes are so blank that you think he is actually sorry for not cheating on you.

“I know.” you offer again. Walking forward towards your boyfriend, you wrap him in your embrace but… he doesn’t hug you back immediately.

When he places his hands flat on your back, not totally wrapping you up the way he used to, you know it. You know it’s gone.

The familiarity of his warmth, his scent, the feeling of being home, is gone. Even if your body is touching his, you know he is actually miles and miles away from you. And you have doubts if he is ever going to return or not.

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thisblogisaboutabook · 5 months

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RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME

Azriel x Reader - Fluff - One Shot

While getting over a breakup, a performer in a Velaris tavern catches the attention of a certain Shadowsinger.

Warnings: Alcohol, Implied hook-up

The notes flowed effortlessly through my fingers onto the ivory keys of the tavern’s antique piano. I’d played the song more times than I cared to admit over the past several months yet the angst of it had yet to be lost on me.

Tonight was particularly lively as the High Lord and Lady’s inner circle made their way into the tavern. One of the nicer pleasure halls in Velaris yet not as alluring as Rita’s, which was closed this week as they install an updated dance floor and modernize the bar’s serving area.

Once word spread of the prestigious guests, a plethora of onlookers flowed in the front doors. It had been a while since the bouncer actually had a line to attend to.

Attendees made requests, many tunes of a more risqué variety in hopes of a sultry dance against THE Morrigan. Who could blame them? She was lovely. Not in a soft and gentle way - but in a powerful, warm, seductive sort of way. Those that didn’t want to be with her, wanted to be her. Males and females alike tried and failed to get close enough for a dance but she stayed close to the remainder of the inner circle on the dance floor, so lost in the music that she hadn’t even noticed the desire flowing around her.

The Shadowsinger had also come out tonight. Though he evaded the dance floor, guarding their corner table diligently. An emotionless, bordering cold stare plastered on his face as he monitored the place. Ever the watchful friend, ensuring nobody stepped out of line. Many patrons gazed from afar, whispering words of encouragement as to who could work up the nerve to approach. The more brazen guests going as far as to take a few steps closer before being put off by his intimidating presence without him even making eye contact with them.

After a recent break up - recent putting it lightly - it had been months but who was counting? I’d taken to spending my weekends in this tavern. One evening, after far too many shots of liquid courage, I began playing on the piano while singing raunchy limericks and catchy tunes I’d picked up over the years during my travels through Prythian. Despite his odious reputation, some of my favorite limericks came from the High Lord of the Spring Court whom I’d never met personally. The poems coming in slurs from drunken participants of the Great Rite many years ago, the Calanmai where I met my former lover.

We’d connected instantly - literally and figuratively - and spent several wonderful years together. Until, damn the cauldron, he found his mate earlier this year. What are years together in the face of fate? Fate having a wicked sense of humor. How lucky for me that his mate dwelled in the city that I had introduced him to, MY city. They’d come into this very tavern shortly after the breakup, kindly leaving just as abruptly they came in. A futile effort of sparing me the heartache. Truthfully, he wasn’t a cruel male. He didn’t know I played here - and I didn’t hate him. But I resented it. All of it.

Which lead me to the song I was currently belting out at this piano. The song I’d written immediately after arriving back to my apartment that night, whiskey in one hand, fountain pen in the other.

“…And you're sitting in front of me at the restaurant, when I was still the one you want

Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right.

I, I could feel the mascara run. You told me that you met someone, glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

Help, I'm still at the restaurant, still sitting in a corner I haunt, cross-legged in the dim light

They say, What a sad sight"

Despite the angsty, brooding lyrics, the tone was catchy and very easy to move along to. The more frequent patrons of the establishment had come to know this as a staple in my evening set, belting out the lyrics right along with me.

The song was my closing for the evening as I packed up, ready to head out. One of the attendees brought a glass of my favorite whiskey to me, nodding to the beautiful brooding male at the Inner Circle’s table.

Interesting.

I nodded a thank you with a brief raise of my glass to the Spymaster, as a little shadow swirled around my wrist with a gentle tug in his direction.

Who was I to turn him down? Aside from a steaming bath and smutty novel, I had nothing waiting for me to return home.

I casually strode to his table, giving a little smirk before sitting in front of him. Licking my lip before raising the glass to my mouth, lifting an eyebrow as I locked eyes with him.

“I didn’t realize Spymaster involved sussing out a lady’s drink of choice.”

A cool, bemused expression settled on his face as he took a sip from his own glass. “While my skill set is quite impressive, I asked the attendant for the bartender to send you a glass of your favorite.”

“I see. Well, thank you.” I replied, giving him time to continue the conversation or bid a farewell.

“You wrote that song.” He stated, not a question. Spymaster indeed.

For emphasis, I threw back a large swig of my liquor. “I did. Did you like it?”

He met my gaze with a contemplative glean in those hazel eyes, “Yes, no. Yes, the song was good. No, I did not like the truth behind the words. It felt too… relatable.”

I ran my fingers back through my hair letting it loosely fall back into place, and sighed. “Looks like we’ll both need another drink then.” Turning to the nearby attendee and signaling two fingers.

Two drinks turned to three, and four, by the end of the night we had laughed, one-upped eachother on who was unluckiest in love, and I was practically in his lap as we boisterously toasted a cheeky “Damn, the cauldron!” to which a nearby couple audibly gasped. We both muttered quick “apologies” turning away as we muffled our laughter into each others shoulders. He graciously sent the pair a shot with our next round of drinks.

The place started clearing out as the lights brightened and the keep yelled out a last call. Both of us hesitant to call it a night as we stepped into the brisk cold. “Walk me home, Shadowsinger?”

“Azriel. Call me Azriel.” He smiled. “I actually have something better in mind. Join me for a night cap?” He extended a hand.

Holding my hand out to squeeze his reassuringly, I replied, “Y/N. I’d be delighted.”

He eagerly swept me into his arms and darted into the sky, aiming for the House of Wind. The city lights quickly fading into twinkling stars.

Our pulses fluttered with anticipation as I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. When I pulled back to meet his eyes, he gave me a mischevious grin and briskly swooped down then back up. I flicked his nose to which he laughed, tilting his head downward to plant a kiss on my forehead.

I finally left the restaurant…

And my dress on his bedroom floor.

#azriel #fluff #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #x reader #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fluff #fanfic #one shot #sarah j maas #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #a court of silver flames #taylor swift

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baldurs-simp · 4 months

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Heyy! I love the way you write and I wanted to request smth! I imagined Zevlor meeting someone from his past as a Hellrider again, maybe someone he worked with or smth and back then they both were having feelings for each other but never said anything as they didn't think the other would feel the same, but now that they meet again their feelings just hit them again.

Thank youu! <3

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Summary: You reunite with Zevlor after escaping the Hells, finding him after a goblin tells you of a group of tiefling sheltered in a druid grove. It's a reunion that stirs up past feelings that you thought you had forgotten.

Warnings: mentions of the Bloor War, fluff, not much

A goblin you captured revealed the plans to raid a nearby grove housing survivors from Elturel. He told you how they plan to raid the grove in the name of their new God, the Absolute. After losing so much when Elturel descended into the Hells, you vowed to save as many as possible as a Hellrider, even after you got out. And now, you promise to save those who lost as much as you have from the heartache of yet another fight.

Venturing in the direction of where this goblin has told you the gove is, you spot its gates over the bushes, hearing people shouting commands at one another, preparing for something. Perhaps they know of the possible raid heading their way. You're sure that the death of one Goblin won't stop anything. It's best that you warn these people of the fight heading their way.

As you make your way to step out from behind the bushes, you see him. The red-skinned Tiefling, aged with many battles on his face but still a sense of hope in his eyes. A man you have not seen since the fall of Elturel.

"Zevlor," you whisper to yourself, a hand resting on top of the bramble bush in front of you.

You remember the years you spent fighting side-by-side as Hellriders, the armed forces of Elturel before its descent into Avernus. You remember fighting alongside him in the Hells, trying to protect those from fiends and devils taking part in Zariel's Blood War. You remember the sweet moments you had with him, whenever you could, laughing in a time when laughter seemed to have died.

You remember the last time you saw him.

Slowly, you step out of your little hiding spot, your heart racing in your chest, and your hands resting at your sides. Your eyes remain on Zevlor, hoping that he sees you before anyone else sees you, hoping that he will let you in without asking questions. Hoping that he will want to see you again.

He is not the first to see you. Some guard alerts everyone of your appearance, crossbows being armed and aimed right at you. You know it's because of your anonymity with your cloak's hood covering your face. Raising your hands in defense, you show that you mean no harm, before pushing down your hood.

When Zevlor spots you, recognizing your face, a breath catches in his throat. "Open the gate!"

His order makes you smile and you laugh lightly as he rushes away from his post to meet you at the gate.

You have never thought about what you might say if you were to see him again. Hells, you never even thought that you would. Seeing him again ignites something deep inside of you, the feelings you felt in those times when it was just you and him, sitting close together under the moonlight on watch. Sometimes it was just silent, but you were comfortable.

You think you had grown to love him, before Zariel got her claws into you and dragged you away.

"(Y/n)," Zevlor whispers as he reaches you, wanting to reach out and touch you to make sure that you are not some illusion set before him. He hesitates, pulling his hand back as he shifts on his feet.

No doubt you look different with new scars on your face and body, a sign that you still had a part to play in the Blood Wars. Which part, he cannot be sure of, but a part all the same.

"Glad to see that you made it out of the Hells before I did, Hellrider," you say, a small laugh in your voice as you take a step closer to him.

He scoffs, shaking his head as he averts his gaze from you. "Not a Hellrider anymore. And yet, I go from one war into another."

"The goblins?" you ask, causing him to nod at you before he frowns, unsure of how you know that. "One of them told me that I might find survivors of Elturel here. Never thought that you'd be included in the group."

"And now? Which side do you stand on?"

"Alway on your righthand side."

He smiles, knowing that your words are true. And you can tell that he's recounting the moments you two spent together. His body relaxes and he puts his crossbow away to welcome you with open arms.

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mellipit · 1 year

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JUST RIGHT

Tonowari x Reader

Warning : Grammar mistakes

Angst, comfort at the end

“You are not good enough”

That sentence haunts your entire life, carved a deep spot in your soul, gaslighted you into believing it

Maybe you’re not good enough

And reality hits you hard like a trainwreck, forces you to admit that ‘being enough’ is just your state of denial, is just a delusion far away to be touched. You’ve trained hard throughout your youth, have spared your free time to improve even only a few minutes, and when you succeeded in your Iknimaya, when your age turned 18, it all went downhill

In your clan, those older women who hold important roles in the clan will choose some of the ladies who have the opportunities to become Tsahik to train them, so in case the olo’eyktan longs for a mate, they will be ready.

You waited for this fateful day just for it to be misled, you are not the chosen one.

Despite all your hard work and passion, they denied you, they didn’t choose you.

You’ve got your eyes on the olo’eyktan’s firstborn-Tonowari since you were young, he will follow his father's steps one day in the future and that led to your flight of fancy - become a Tsahik

So when your friend Ronal announced that you aren’t on the list, it’s sad to your core, as if thousands of daggers were aimed at your fragile heart. Tears filled your eyelids knowing that it’s all over, your try-hard worth nothing now that your lifetime goal was ruined

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” - Ronal said with a sorrowful voice

“It’s fine, I should have expected this sooner, now that Tonowari is the olo’eyktan, there will be so many fine women for him to be with” - Your voice cracked along with your sniffles, Ronal sat down beside you, her hand rubbed your back attempted to cool you down.

“Just know that you will always be the greatest lady I’ve ever known, maybe Eywa settles you with someone better” - Ronal said

“I don’t think I will find someone better than him, I’m going to the shore for a bit, okay?” - You pulled away from her touch then stood up

“Alright, if you’re feeling down just tell me, I’m always here” - Ronal smiled softly, making your waves of melancholy allay.

“Thank you, Ronal” - You responded then left the Marui

Tonowari is two years older than you, he’s serious when it’s about his future and when it’s about becoming an olo’eyktan. Since his birth, his journey has already been carpeted with the virtue name of his father, Tonowari doesn’t mind the role, but the pressure and expectations it holds bother him almost constantly. You wouldn’t affirm yourself as his close friend, but Tonowari always seeks your comfort, seeks your warmth within him, always wants to breathe in all those soft and assuaging words.

Your stillness envelops the reddish-yellow horizon, your silence waiting for the sun to brace itself as if you can feel it is about to speak, about to relieve your sadness with its beauty

You can sense that someone is behind you but you pay no attention, you’re busy watching the sun going down, busy waiting for this painful day comes to an end

“Y/N, I’ve been searching for you” - Tonowari said from behind

You glance at his stiff figure, you have no idea why it is such a shame that his silhouette drives you crazy

“Olo’eyktan” - You blurted out as you stand up

“Don’t be like that, I’m still your friend after all” - Tonowari’s gestures become gentler, his voice softens as he takes your hand, subconsciously rubbing it

“What is it, Tonowari? You’re worried about the clan?” - You can see his eyes are full of concerns, you can always tell thanks to the amount of time he comes to you when he’s blue

“The clan is not what bothers me...my mother said it’s time for me to have a mate, to have a Tsahik by my side” - Tonowari let go of your hand, confiding his anguish

“Tonowari…you shouldn’t be worried about it, our clan has many great ladies! Many beautiful women!” - You said, trying to ignore the heartache echoing nonstop in your chest

“Y/N, they are not what I have always wanted, I’ve got my mind on someone and when I checked those women who got chosen, she’s not there” - Tonowari confessed

“You can love whoever you want, Tonowari, you don’t need to obey your mother when it comes to love” - You cup his cheek, admiring the tattoo he just got today, a grateful tattoo to remember the moment he became olo’eyktan

“But she has been working hard her entire youth to become a Tsahik, I was in disbelief when she’s not there” - He melts into your touch as he lowers his voice to a more lovely tone.

“She must really love you” - You are happy for him that there is someone out there who loves him as you do and you pity your stupidity for not knowing he is not yours, for not acknowledging that he already sold his heart for another woman.

Tonowari stays quiet for a few seconds as he stares at your deep ocean eyes, you swear you can see his lips lift up

“Yeah you must really love me, Y/N” - Tonowari answered as he takes your hand to his lips, you gawk at him, at the phrase he just told

“What?”

“You don’t know? I can see you’ve been working hard for me, Y/N. It would be a shame to admit that I eavesdropped on you and Ronal talking about me a few years ago, but at least I knew what my beloved woman felt for me” - Tonowari smiled like he just told you a small adorable story meanwhile you want to run away of embarrassment, he knew your admiration years ago and you didn’t even know he also feels the same all along?

“You-you know I love you and you don’t tell me?” - You asked with a shocked tone

“I guess you can say I was training hard like you were earlier, sweetheart”

“But-but I’m not a Tsahik, I’m not even on the list! I’m not good enough for you Tonowari! I failed my goal…If I was better, maybe I could-”

Tonowari stopped your words as he brings you to a warm embrace, his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you even tighter with each breathe you guys share, each warmth you guys give

“Don’t ever say you are not good enough, Y/N, you are and will always be enough, you are…how to say…just right for me” - Tonowari said with his untold heavy heart

Now that you noticed, whenever he lays eyes on you, his pupils mellowed. Now that you noticed, when you’re near him, his tail waving ceaselessly.

“Tonowari…”

Tonowari smiles one last time before he bends down, his lips smashed into yours, giving you all his love as you receive it with pleasure. He takes away your breath, your doleful thoughts, and along with it, Tonowari also takes away the ‘you are not good enough’ that you thought would haunt you for eternity

Now that he’s here, you don’t care if you aren’t enough for others

You are just right for him

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nytb · 1 year

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Battle Scars P2

You would think that when someone gets their own place, their own bed, they would use it. Well, that wasn't anywhere near your plans. Interchanging your couch with Leila's, there wasn't a single night you spent away from one another.

Keeping her close : always at a safe distance. A distance that prohibited you from doing what your heart wanted.

The Spaniard was a culé through and through - hell she was raised into the blaugrana colours. You? A Bayern fan, the team that your parents taught you to love. Leaving their academy when you were young caused major heartache, but it was a necessary sacrifice to get you to be the best version of yourself.

Barcelona's chances for the Champion's league rested in the outcome of todays game: Fc Barcelona vs Bayern Munich.

Everyone made plans to watch it amongst loved ones - everyone but yourself.

Alone, at home, getting ready to watch your beloved team face the Blaugrana rath you hear a loud knock. The lock opened fast, no time for you to react before the brunette made herself at home.

You might have known each other for only a couple of months, but you already trusted Leila with your life.

"I brought snacks and whatever potato weirdness this is" she sure liked to mock your food choices, in specific: the love you had for Bratkartoffeln. Potato pancakes that brought you back to your childhood, to your homeland, to your home.

"I will ignore the clear attack on German culture you just made and focus on how mesmerizing you look with that jersey on your shoulder" you noticed the Bayern shirt resting on the Spaniards upper body, a sight you would love to see over and over again.

Her love for Fc Barcelona was too big for her to simply switch sides and join your love for Bayern "You wish" the woman declared as she threw the jersey over to you, slowly opening her coat to reveal the blaugrana colours underneath "I'm a culé through and through"

Thank god your favourite teams didn't play against each other often. On many occasions, it would be a walk in the park for the Catalan team, but in recent years their spark had disappeared. The game not turning out how Xavi had expected. The Spanish woman crawling up to you only to bolt onto her feet to scream at your TV. You shushed down your celebrations as your team scored, ultimately winning the game, yet you didn't feel like the win had been worth it.

Seeing Leila upset, angry, sad. Her team's hopes for Chapons league football were almost impossible now. Sure, mathematically they could still make it, but Leila's eyed shone differently tonight. Closing the physical gap Leila had made, you grabbed the Spaniard into a bear like hug. Her head resting on your shoulder, her nose scrunched up against your neck. The woman felt safer than ever.

You didn't let go even after she stopped rambling "I could stay like this forever" she declared, further cozying up to you.

Your heart stopped. Fluttering feelings in your stomach. Is this what falling for someone feels like? It couldn't be - you hadn't even kissed her. But- was it time to?

As she left your embrace, her nose rubbed against your chin. You could only stare into her hazel eyes - god she is breathtakingly beautiful.

Her eyes doze off onto your lips, fantasising, dreaming of what kissing you felt like. Cupping your neck, pulling you down so she could reach you, grazing your lips before you interrupted the moment she had been waiting for "We shouldn't". A punch would have hurt Leila less. Did she read the signs wrong? Was she the only one who felt this way?

"I'll get ready for bed, then the room is all yours" you stated as you grabbed Leila's hands off your neck, slowly abandoning her touch as you made your way into your bedroom.

Taking a shower alone. The woman of your dreams meters away. Why? Why? Fuck, why did you stop her? It's not like the thought of devouring her lips hadn't crossed your mind that very moment. It's not like the Spaniard hadn't left your mind since you first laid eyes on her. What was stopping you?

The Spaniard, abandoned in your living room. Her fantasy broken by your rejection. Replaying the many times you had almost kissed, the late nights spent on your couch. What had gone wrong? Were you not on the market? Had someone stolen your heart from her?

Leila didn't take rejection well. She hated losing, but most of all - she hated 'what ifs'.

She made her way into the bedroom, her body begged her to stop, trying to protect her from inevitable heartbreak. You turned her down before, there was nothing stopping you from doing it again. But what if this time you wouldn't?

Opening your bedroom door. You're standing there - in shock, barely dressed. The defender approached you with lion eyes. A predator closing in on her pray. You were hopeless.

Grabbing you into a kiss -soft at first but as you melted into it, she roughened it. Devouring your lips, not allowing you to stop for air. Her hands travelled across your body, her nails dived into your back. There was no way you would escape her this time.

This was it. You were down for the count, you were falling hard.

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justathoughtfulangel · 8 months

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Nothing But The Truth ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairing: siphon!Kai X witch!Saltzman!Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Requested?: Yes

This is a sequel to "I'd Rather You Lie." I've done my best to make sure this piece is readable as a one shot, but if you'd like to read the prequel, please read it here.

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rosie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)

Description: Kai betrayed her trust, used her for his own selfish means. Now, he can't bear the pain and hurt he's caused her. Malachai understands now that he loves her, but is love enough to mend a broken heart?

Warnings: angst/heartbreak and minor mature language

The story begins after the break! I hope you enjoy reading it :)

“I’d rather you lie.”

It was easier for Rosalie when he lied. It had been easier to believe it was real. Now, she’d heard the lies so often she couldn’t possibly know what was true anymore. Kai’s ramblings came to a halt. Rose’s smile was more akin to a grimace. There were no tears in her eyes; there was nothing in her eyes as if there was no soul behind them.

Malachai had hurt many people in his life. He’d murdered his siblings, and he’d spent years torturing himself. Somehow, this emptiness in her was worse than all the damage he’d done combined. “Rosalie…” She just shook her head, walking passed him. There was still no emotion on her face as she hugged her winter jacket around her body. Kai watched her walk away, feeling the snow settle in his hair. The cold did not compare to all the pain that consumed him.

He tried to take a shaky breath. With a choked gasp and unbearable pain in his heart, Malachai watched her until she became a speck of dust in the distance. The worst part of it all? She didn’t turn to look back at him once.

Was it his fault for breaking her heart, or was it hers for allowing him to hold it in the first place? Her brain and heart grappled over this question every night, making it impossible to sleep. Thanks to Kai, she couldn’t return to the life she’d once loved. There was nothing left inside her that would allow her to love.

It wasn’t as if Rose was a stranger to pain. She’d been abandoned by people before. The people who brought her into the world had died. The ones who adopted her into their home as a child saw her as only a paycheck. Even Alaric was dead for a few years before miraculously coming alive again. None of those heartaches had destroyed her in the same way Malachai had.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time truly being in love. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, not even anger. Though her mind and heart disagreed on whose fault it was, they both knew feeling the agony of that betrayal would consume her.

For now, all she could do was continue existing in an endless cycle – school, work, Dad, friends, eat, sleep, repeat. ~

A new semester was starting after winter break, and Rosalie considered it a fresh start. She would put herself out there again; she’d try to come back to life. Rose was sitting in a large lecture hall, waiting for the professor of her creative writing course to arrive. She twirled her stylus around her fingers, making random doodles on her iPad. Someone sat down a few seats away from her, but she paid them no mind.

The hall continued to fill, and Professor Smith arrived ten minutes late. She was fun, and her quippy nature made up for the tardiness. Listening to a professor review a syllabus wasn’t boring for once. Rosalie was paying close attention, jotting down miscellaneous notes about due dates and assignment details.

“Your final paper, worth 30% of your grade, will be a writing piece: eight to ten pages long with attention to all topics and techniques we’ll review throughout the semester. Students who do best on this assignment never fail to present their learnings in a unique, refreshing way. Nothing should limit your imagination. Isn’t that right, boy who can’t stop staring at the girl in his row?” Rose was looking at the professor when she singled out the student not listening. As did the other students, she, too, looked around to see who the professor was scolding. Her grip slackened on her stylus as she heard his voice a few feet away. She would know that voice anywhere. “Y-yes, Professor. I’m sorry.” The professor nodded and continued. Malachai stole one more glance in her direction when the professor’s back was turned, and his eyes met Rosalie’s after weeks of not seeing each other.

Before he could talk to her, Rose rushed out of the lecture hall. Was he stalking her now? Swallowing away the bitter taste in her mouth, Rosalie instinctively made her way to her dad’s office. Glancing at the time, she knew Alaric was giving a lecture. Unlocking the door with magic and locking it behind her, Rose collapsed onto the couch. Her head fell into her hands, and her foot tapped against the ground anxiously.

Rosalie hadn’t yet asked her dad for Kai’s true story. She didn’t want to know it anymore; she told herself she didn’t care about him and whatever was causing him pain. Whether she would admit it or not, Rosalie was lying to herself, just as Kai had lied to her for weeks.

She stayed in the same spot for hours, finally looking up when she heard the door unlock. Alaric smiled at his daughter, unsurprised to find her here. This was a first-day-of-the-semester tradition for them – tea in his office and unpacking what happened in their new classes. Ric turned on the hot water kettle, pulling out mugs and tea for them. He only noted her troubles when she greeted him without energy, and his smile faded quickly. “Rosalie? What’s the matter?”

Rose sighed deeply, not knowing where to start. “I need you to tell me everything about Kai, Dad. Please.” The turmoil had been suppressed long enough; she bit the bullet and watched Ric’s expression twitch. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Hot water and honey were poured into their mugs. Rose kicked her shoes off, curled her legs under her, and claimed the steaming cup of tea. The silence was broken only when Alaric sat beside her on the couch.

He was torn about how much he should involve her but hiding the truth from Rose allowed Kai to hurt her. Ric wouldn’t hide things from her anymore. “Malachai is Josette’s twin brother.” A confused expression came over Rose’s face immediately. “Jo is in her early 40s. How is that possible?” To his credit, Alaric told her everything without biased embellishments, telling her the story exactly as Jo told him.

Of course, even he didn’t know the story from Malachai’s perspective.

He told her about how Kai was meant to merge with Jo and become the leader of the Gemini coven, how he was never worthy of the position. When he found out the thing he lusted after for twenty-two years would never be his, Kai snapped, murdering four of his little siblings in cold blood. Kai stuck a hunting knife into Josette and took out her spleen. Ultimately, he was after Lucas and Olivia. The Coven locked him up in a prison world, and he escaped when Bonnie and Damon ended up there after the Other Side collapsed.

Rosalie listened to everything, finding it impossible to believe that the guy she knew – the guy she thought she knew – was capable of all of this. Even as she left her dad’s office, Rose repeated the story in her mind. There had to be more to this story. No one was born evil. Something must have happened to Kai - something so horrible and cruel that his only choice was to protect himself this way.

Alaric had heard the story from Jo, but he hadn’t seen the tears Kai shed when no one was around to see them. Whatever caused him to snap tormented him even now, and no one should live that way. Despite this, Rosalie didn’t have it in her to forgive him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d used someone who trusted him for reasons she could barely justify.

The door to her apartment closed behind her. Trying to push the thoughts away, Rose walked over to her fridge. She pulled it open, and the wave of cool air sent her mind reeling back…

Even on the drive back to Mystic Falls, her thoughts were consumed with Kai. He’d kissed her, and then he disappeared. What kind of decent person does that? Rosalie had begun to think that maybe she didn’t know Malachai at all. Her thoughts would be proven right a few minutes later. When Rose entered the Salvatore House, she heard the flames of the fireplace crackling and voices coming from the living room. “How do you know my daughter?” Her dad was threatening someone, holding them by their neck as he tilted the chair towards the fireplace. Damon forced him away, trying to calm Alaric down. “Easy, Papa Bear. Kai’s going to cooperate. Talk. Now.” Kai? Her Kai? No… “Didn’t you know? I’ve been dating her for a while. Here I thought she told you everything, Alaric. Of course, she thinks it’s real, which is sweet, really. At least someone among us has a heart.” Kai kept on talking, but she heard none of it. It was as if her senses had been disconnected from her brain. “She’s just so welcoming… it was so easy to step into her life. I could get into all of yours and take what I’ve always wanted. But you really didn’t need to torture me to get that out of me, did you? I think I’m an excellent communicator.” Damon and her dad had already seen Rose standing there, and when Damon forced Kai’s chair around, she registered the briefest flicker of remorse in his eyes. She didn’t have it in her to care, not right now. All she did was turn around and leave. The air outside felt so much colder than she could bear. It bit her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. Rosalie refused to let them fall. She would not cry over someone who was using her.

The tears that had refused to spill all those months ago came bubbling to the surface. Her knees buckled below her, and her hands rushed to cover her mouth as a pained scream came out. All the agony at his betrayal created burning trails on her cheeks, and as she curled up on the ground, her shoulders shook with each sob.

Rosalie finally let herself admit that she had loved Malachai: she probably still did. She’d put her heart into someone’s hands for the first time and this was what she earned in return. Nothing in her life felt fair. How many more people would hurt her before she could finally be free?

The anguish she’d failed to acknowledge and process now took over. It subsided hours later when the chill from the open fridge had coated her spine and the door beeped in protest. Rose gave it a weak push and it creaked shut.

She’d loved him, and now she didn’t think she could love anymore.

Caroline smacked a piece of paper down on the table in front of Rosalie. “The annual Whitmore Bitter Ball is on Saturday, and you’re coming.” Rose picked up the flyer, smiling without amusement at the clashing black and grey letters. “Come onnnn, you’re the one that’s most bitter in love out of any of us.”

Elena and Bonnie gave Caroline a withering stare, while Rose just shook her head. “Sorry… insensitive.” She cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “You should come, Rosalie. We all deserve a night out.” Elena was gently encouraging in stark contrast to Caroline. Rose didn’t know how she felt about it. “Okay, dance or no dance, at least come dress shopping with us? We need your opinions.” Truthfully, it sounded dreadful. After a long blink, Rosalie smiled and agreed. “Fine. It’ll be just like high school.” It wouldn’t be for her; it would be for her friends.

A few hours later, Rosalie was walking between aisles upon aisles of dresses. Some were gaudy and drew way too much attention. Some were too plain for a ball. Then again, maybe plain was best – something that could help her hide in the shadows as she attended the dance for the sake of her worried friends.

Rose ultimately chose a silken, black gown. It had an attractive sweetheart neckline and golden embellishments around the waist. The skirt didn’t puff out obnoxiously, and with a golden mask to abide by the masquerade policy, it was the perfect disguise.

On Saturday evening, Rosalie found herself standing in the corner of the grand ballroom. People were all over the place: some drunk, some dancing, some crying, and some doing all of the above. Rose watched people move about behind her mask, twirling the straw around in her gin and soda with extra limes. She’d promised Caroline she’d stay out for an hour, and thankfully, the hour was almost up.

Downing her drink, Rosalie walked across the dance floor. She had managed to artfully avoid the masses until she reached the bar. The glass clinked down onto the granite counter, right beside someone also attending this ball alone. He turned around slowly, setting down his own glass. They looked at each other silently for a few heavy seconds, neither saying a word.

Malachai’s eyes shined in the dim lighting of the ballroom, swimming with numerous feelings yet glistening with the joy of seeing her. Rosalie’s expression remained passive, unreadable. She’d cried her heart out already. What was the next step in the process of healing from heartbreak?

“I don’t know how a ball for the brokenhearted could be such a hit,” Kai said. Rose smiled without amusement, looking around at the crowd once again. “You never know, maybe lots of people have broken hearts around here.” Malachai swallowed away the knot of emotion in his throat, his eyes darting to the dance floor. “Maybe you’re right.”

He refused to meet her eyes, and it sparked something inside her. It was some convoluted mixture of rage, pain, desperation, and, most unexpectedly, a tinge of hope. “Dance with me?” She held out her hand to him in challenge. Kai’s gaze flit between her hand, the dancing couples, and the gleam in her eyes. Whatever brought it back, he’d missed it dearly. He took her hand, leading her to join the crowds.

Rose let out a soft laugh at the song change, wondering if Caroline had something to do with the music. War of Hearts played over the speakers as Kai’s hand came to rest on her waist. Their fingers linked together, and this time, everything else fell away.

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you.

Both recalled the same memories as they stepped in unison. Their awkward first interaction in the coffee shop. The first date where Kai was trying to be charming but ended up spilling soda all over his shirt. His tears when the thoughts of his past tormented him. The devastation they both felt when Rosalie found out about Malachai’s betrayal.

“Have you been stalking me, by the way?” Kai almost smiled, his brow rising. “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea you’d be in the same section?” He twirled her around, pulling her back to him. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe, Malachai.”

She’d been the only one who could use his full first name without making him flinch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Kai sighed, resigned with himself. “I don’t know what I can say, Rose. You have every right to not trust me. Let me just ask you one thing, and then I will leave you alone.”

I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you. I know that I’d die without you.

“Do you honestly think I didn’t break my own heart when I broke yours?” His arms wrapped around her as Kai selfishly pulled her close. If this was the last time, he needed to hold her close. The back of his hand brushed her cheek, and he memorized the feel of her soft skin. He was close enough to see the reflection of his dark, satin mask in Rosalie’s eyes.

Rose didn’t know how to react. Her first instinct was to say no. He had sounded so convincing when he gloated to Ric and Damon about how he used her. How could that be the voice of someone with a broken heart? That same person stood in front of her now, looking at her with deeper affection and sincerity unlike anything she’d known before.

Rosalie held the hand brushing her cheek, wrapping her own around it before stepping away from Kai. “Malachai, I can’t do this again.” Kai had let her walk away once. He wouldn’t give up without a fight this time. “Please… I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I won’t lie to you. From now on, nothing but the truth.”

I can’t help but be wrong in the dark, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts. I can’t help but want oceans to part, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.

With those words, Rose threw her arms around Malachai and kissed him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just plain stupid. It didn’t matter. Not trusting him had been so unendurably painful; even if he played her again, it would be worth it.

Kai froze in surprise for a fraction of a second, not expecting her to give him the one thing he wanted most. He took her face in his hands, suppressing a sob of relief and joy. Malachai brought her closer, hugging her flush against his body.

People still danced around them, oblivious to the two souls who’d found each other and would never part again.

The end of the semester approached, faster than anticipated. Malachai and Rosalie had spent the last months together, and true to his word, he hadn’t lied to her… until tonight.

In his lonesome years in the prison world, Kai had honed his cooking and baking skills. Tonight, after a long week of finals, they were making Kai’s chocolate chip cookies – a recipe he’d refined and mastered over twelve years. Rosalie was whipping together browned butter and sugar, and Kai was chopping chunks of dark chocolate into shards with a knife. The apartment smelled like toasted sugar, and their playful banter brought them much-needed laughter.

“Where’d you put the vanilla extract I brought over?” Rosalie was looking in Kai’s kitchen drawers, and just as she reached one near the edge of the counter, he stepped in front of her. “Not in that one! There’s nothing in that one. Let’s move on.” Why was he in such a rush to get her away from that drawer?

“Malachai… what are you hiding from me?” He sighed and stepped aside, remembering his promise to her. Rose didn’t take her eyes off him as she opened the drawer. Looking down, she halted in shock at the only object inside: a small black jewelry box.

Kai grabbed it before she could, putting it behind her back. She gave him a look, raising her eyebrows in question. “What are you hiding from me?” She repeated her question, her voice even more pointed, now with curiosity rather than suspicion. Adorably anxious, Kai nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his hair momentarily.

Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Kai flipped its lid. Within it, tucked into cushioned velvet, lay matching silver rings. They were similar in style to the ones Malachai often wore, the metal bands thick and fairly plain. He removed them both, showing her the inscription inside the bands: nothing but the truth.

“This isn’t a proposal. Not yet, at least.” Kai’s nervousness didn’t help him get these words out, but when he looked up, looking into her eyes, suddenly it was much easier. “I wanted us to have something that reminds us of our journey and how far we’ve come. I want us to have these.” Before he said anything more, Kai slipped his ring onto his middle finger. Rosalie accepted his gift and put on her ring. She took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Thank you, Kai,” Rose spoke with tenderness, holding Kai’s face. “I’ll never take it off.” Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and the smooth metal of their rings clinked together quietly. They squeezed each other’s hands lovingly, now certain neither would let go.

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bethanysnow · 6 months

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Breakeven.

Prt 1.

Bang Chan X Plus Size Reader. Fluff mild angst. Slow burn?

The news broke that V from BTS's stalker was apprehended. The fact that someone got so close sent shock waves through the major companies to up security. Guards for even the groups that didn't have a major following, it felt incredibly necessary. Keeping the artists behind closed doors like hamsters in wheels and a very colorful and elaborate cage. The studio Stray Kids though did the majority of their work for their latest mixtape was across the street from a cafe. The road was mainly foot traffic and standing there on the concrete pavement was a woman with a guitar.

A foreigner. As divisive as that word is in South Korea, that's what she was...singing in English songs from a while back. Breakeven by The Script, Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. This heartache verbalized in the cry of the street. She bowed quietly with the smallest smile if people tipped her, that's at least what Chan noticed from his tower. Yes, the great tower of the unmarked building in the middle of the city. No one knew he was there, nor what the building was. Everyone below him just too busy with their own day to notice. He was grateful for that, but he found himself wanting to be amongst the people. Be there, go grocery shopping, go to a cafe. Exist in the cosmos of the cosmopolitin. So, looking out of the window of the studio he watched this woman. Living vicariously through her. He could hear her if he tried really hard with the window open, but most of the time it was when he snuck into the building he could hear.

Felix was setting down his things in a chair before seeing his friend deep in thought, not moving a muscle, just looking out the window. Walking beside him the blonde followed his eyeline to the girl.

"You know you can go say hi-"

Chan jumped not noticing the new presence slamming his hand over his heart. "Ah!-oh, hi...I dunno what you're talking about..." Brushing the comment off. Felix just raised a brow.

"You stand here and what...stare at her? Man, that's creepy- you wear a mask and a hat and go over. Say Hello"

Chan just shrugged. That was the thing with Bang Chan. With his life experience, the thing he never wanted was to be hurt like he was in the past. To suffer again the things he did getting here. There of course are other things, but when you are in this life it's far easier to make up stories about the driver, the barista, or grocery delivery person? Then to actually...know them. For then they could leave and you would be left alone. Parasocial relationships go both ways remember? So Chan for the first time in a while has had the time to look at the same girl and imagine. Imagine her life, why was she in Korea? Why did she always sing sad songs? Maybe she was a student and this is how she made extra money, or was stranded here and needed to find funds for a plane back home. Or just she liked singing.

So many questions and thoughts and contemplations on the idea of a person, a person he didn't know. While he and Felix went actually into the studio to work he couldn't get her off his mind.

Y/n though was very busy at work. It was hard to get people to notice you when you're in a larger body. At least notice you for the right reasons, notice the voice, the talent (as if). Southeast Asia had the beauty standard of a pin and people paid millions of dollars to fit it. The clothes, the almost infantilization of women? 'Cutesy' shit that made her skin crawl, she could dress like an idol, speak the language fluently, get her hair done at those fancy salons that give you tea; wouldn't be enough. So Y/n decided not to participate. She would sing, play guitar, and let that be the reason she was content. Be understood and heard through music. A couple months out of the year she visited a cousin who lived in Busan for work. Taking a week or so to visit Seoul it was her mission to live. Experience everything she could. That included what she normally did back home, just...here. Where Y/n would sing in front of a Starbucks or a dunkin, or dutch bros really whatever mall adjacent location would allow her to get a set in. Finding a cafe who agreed to let her perform on their property she set up. She just knew this wasn't a hot spot for tourism so felt comfortable in her ignorance if someone made comments she wouldn't super be able to understand them.

So she sang. Song after song not noticing at all the peering eyes from the man a floor above her.

Where Chris was watching. Dreaming of what she sounded like when she laughed, if she had a boyfriend or if he really should say hi to her...fate would have to decide as the rest of 3racha filed into the studio.

And so.....fate did decide.

~too be continued

#stray kids #bang chan #bang chan x plus size reader #works by me #breakeven #felix #skz

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railingsofsorrow · 8 months

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can I request Seth Clearwater x male reader

plot reader and Seth was always close when human but when Seth phases he leaves reader later reader phases and Seth and reader imprint on each other but reader struggle with abandonment issues and Seth has comfort reader

Invisible String

[seth clearwater x reader]

A/N: I've never written about seth. this is my first work on him (I loved the experience), I hope you don't find this awful, terrible and trashy. I tried my best, enjoy your reading <3

A/N²: I took some liberties in the werewolf transformation aspect. I picked up different things from research + tv shows + the twilight movies. the wolves turn in the full moon but they have control of their minds during it, at least jacob's pack does. they also have the ability to turn whenever they want to. also, this is not the timeline from the twilight movies. keep that in mind. but some characters are mentioned.

summary: It's you and Seth. Seth and you. Always. Until it wasn't.

pairing: seth clearwater x male!reader; jacob black x platonic!male! reader

w.c: 3.5K

warnings/content: abandonment issues; insecurities; tw!sexual assault is implied (not btw reader and seth!); reader is bitten but the process is not described; break-up (not really); friendship miscommunication; heartache; leah and sam are a thing in here just a warning; explicit description of missing someone; arguments; discussions about transformations and imprinting (I wrote it in another perspective); angst basically; tw!death is mentioned once or twice; jacob is an awesome best friend <3; fluff!!; la push is the actual mc in this oneshot. please tell me if I've forgotten any warning

navi

masterpost

t.s anthology masterlist

[requested]

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“Hey, is Seth here?”

Your fingers were curling around the door handle as you pushed it open after two soft knocks. The Clearwater's recognized your entrance by now. After hearing the same pattern over many years, it was too familiar not to connect it to you instantly. And your scent, of course. But that, Leah suspected, Seth noticed it before anyone else did, even if he hadn't shifted yet.

“Seth!” Leah yelled out in the house, greeting you with a wink and gaining a nudge from her mother in protest because she was yelling. “Your twin is—”

Seth rushed past them without a second thought. You only had time to say goodbye to Sue and Harry before he pulled you towards the path to the beach.

“... here.” Leah sighed with a shake of her head. She pointed at her mother. “They're doing it again. Bet in twenty minutes his mother's gonna call asking if Y/N is here.”

Sue peaked through the window towards the two teenagers, her smile growing in the corners of her mouth. “I'll deal with her.” She promised, finishing up drying the plates.

Leah scoffed.

La Push was the meeting point for you and Seth. You had your own little spot between the rocks to watch the water. Some days it was wild, almost dancing nearby your feet. Other days, it was peaceful. The waves barely moved and the wind held you quietly like a blanket.

Today, it was a cloudy day in Forks — not that you had lots of sunny days, because the city was practically a walking melancholy. You and Seth sat down in the sand, you crossing your ankles against your thighs as Seth splattered out his long legs in the sand.

“God, I can barely see your eyes,” you touched one of his long dark strands. “How do you handle it?”

Seth slapped your hand away, glaring slightly. You raised your hands with a small smile.

“I'm joking.” You nudged his feet with yours. “You're probably the only guy who looks good with long hair.”

Seth rolled his eyes, turning his face quickly so you wouldn't see the blush coating his tanned cheeks.

“Are you excited about going back to school?”

Pursing your lips, you focused on drawing a letter in the sand. “Sure. New semester.”

Seth let out a chuckle, tilting his head to look at you. “You sound so excited.”

“Why should I be?”

He gave you a smirk, “Okay. Fair enough.” His smiled died down a bit, a serious expression growing as he inspected you quietly. That's something he enjoyed doing when you didn't notice. You never noticed. Seth didn't think you ever noticed him like he noticed you. Which is sad, but he didn't have the courage to change that and ruin your friendship. “We'll meet in the first day of school, right?” He whispered softly, refraining from moving an eyelash that had fallen on your cheek.

“Of course.” You replied. “I'll meet you at your place before. As always.”

Seth was an extrovert through and through. But he hated arriving in places on first days, that's speaking in general. Even at school, where he frequented his entire life. He liked to have you there, by his side. Your presence made everything okay.

You didn't have a problem with that. You and him had always been by each other's side, ever since you can recall your memories. It's you and Seth. Seth and you. Always.

You didn't expect that to drastically change overnight.

Weeks went by since the last time you saw your best friend. According to his family, he was sick on the first day back to school. When this excuse wore out, they'd made up some other one. Always that pity look towards you.

Not even when you stopped by his house, he'd leave his room to speak with you. And you knew he was home. You knew that by Leah's urge to pull you way from the house so you could take a walk at the beach.

What had you done to have him withdraw from you like this? What was happening that everyone was walking on eggshells around you?

“You're hiding something.” You kicked a rock. Leah's gaze laying heavily on your back, that didn't make you stop. “Is he mad at me? Because if I knew what I had done—”

“It's not you.”

You spun around frustrated, “It's not m— It's him, then? Did Seth send you here to break up with me? Cause that's what it feels like, Leah.”

“I didn't know you two were official.”

Letting out a groan, you turn away, ready to leave Seth's older sister alone at La Push, when your arm was pulled back softly, causing you to halt in your steps.

“It's not you.” She said sternly. “Do you trust me? Do you trust my idiot of a brother?”

A pause.

“I don't know,” you said. “He kind of broke all of his promises.”

Her lips quirked up in a smile. “Yeah. But that doesn't mean he doesn't care, alright? Seth cares. He's just...” she hesitated. “He's going through something. And he needs space to deal with it.”

Concern fell over your features and your heartbeat failed for a hot second. What was going on with Seth?

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“I don't know how you can do that so effortlessly.”

Jacob was laughing beside you. His hair was damp, clinging to his forehead. You couldn't help but think that if he still had that long hair, it'd be a nightmare to untangle.

The rain picked up quickly. You were lucky to seek refuge under a tree before Jacob could. He was looking like a wet dog.

Well, he was. Kind of.

Forks really was a box filled with surprises. You used to think that the only different occurrence that could happen in the city was the sun coming up for once. But, apparently urban legends were a thing, too. And you were a part of it.

Jacob helped you get used to your transformations after you were bitten — get used to is saying a lot. Feeling your whole body break and twist every full moon couldn't be defined as anything remotely enjoyable. No. It was awful. Some nights you actually felt as if you were about to die. The pain was unbearable.

It would be worse if Jake wasn't there.

He helped you control your anger, how to properly channel it so as to not affect your relationships (to a worst extent, at least). He was your rock in a moment of turmoil. A spot that was commonly Seth's, but he disappeared out of the face of the Earth.

Your Earth, at least. Because Jacob has seen him and even Bella, who you recently met, had seen Seth. Your best guess was that he really was running away from you like you previously thought and Leah's entire speech about him dealing with something was complete bullshit so that he could have his easy way out of your life.

Well, he did it. A round of applause because you would've never expected that from him.

“You see no effort because I practiced a lot to reach this place.” Jacob pulls you back from your wondering. You give him a look. “You'll reach it too. You'll see.”

“Pain makes you human, right? So maybe that shouldn't change.”

Jacob rolled his eyes at your dramatics.

“That's not the point of the saying and you know it.”

You rest your chin against your knee, eyes traveling through the horizon. The rain stopped but the sky was still gray, it almost looked as if it was the start of evening although it was still morning.

The sound of a branch snapping a little far from where you where made you snap your neck around in alertness.

“It's nothing.” Jacob said and you frowned, surveying the forest with narrowed eyes.

“Didn't you hear—”

“Do you want to do it one more time?”

The thought of turning was enough for bile to rise up in your throat.

“I have homework. Lots to do.” You turn away from the forest to stand up. Jacob was shaking his head at you. “I'm not a robot. And I'm not an Alpha. I'm a student and I have responsibilities. Shouldn't you like... praise my good behavior or something?”

Jacob flipped you off.

“Get out of here.” He said as you smirked. “Same time tomorrow!” Once you were far enough, he yelled, which made your ears almost explode.

The sounds were still too loud for your sensitive ears, you were adjusting back to everything.

Not only that but you had that hole on your chest along with a constant guilt swerving at your mind. What had you done to push him away? Is he really okay? Did he just want you out of his life for good?

One thing you knew for sure: if you had known that that day would be your last day together, you wouldn't have let it end so quickly.

You missed your best friend. You missed him so much.

His scent was everywhere. In the clothes you borrowed and never gave it back, in the pictures that had the two of you that were scattered around your room, in the path you took to go home from school.

Seth was everywhere. And nowhere at the same time.

He was there, in front of you. Sometimes you imagined your best friend appearing on your front porch to say it was all a prank that he was playing on you because he wanted to see how much time you could go without him.

Wait.

You froze in your step.

Wait.

“Seth?”

He awkwardly greeted you with a small wave.

“Hi, Y/N.”

You blinked twice, analyzing the frame in front of you to make sure he wasn't an hallucination. Then, you took three steps back and walked away. Yes, you walked away from your own house.

There was just no way you would face this now. Not after all this time. So you turned your back on him in the same way he did to you.

He didn't take that answer.

“Can we talk?” Seth said in a plea, right behind you. His voice was the loudest thing you could hear, not even the birds and the sounds of the forest tuned it down. Upon realizing you wouldn't stop, he groaned. “Y/N.”

“Give me one reason!” You spat out angrily, turning towards him. His widened doe eyes stared back at you. You had caught him by surprise. Good. “Give me one reason for me to listen to anything you have to say, Seth Clearwater,” your tone balanced to a softer one but it was still shaking in anger. You were so angry. So frustrated. So... overwhelmed. He didn't have the right to make you feel like this again. Your body didn't have the right to react to him like this. It's like you didn't have any control.

But you did. And you couldn't just lose weeks of progress.

“I'm— I'm sorry.” Seth stammers, walking forward but immediately halting as he sees your threatening gaze. “Y/N, I didn't... I didn't know what to do, what to say—”

“To whom?” You asked. “About what, Seth? Because you just vanished, I have no idea why.”

“That's why I'm here.” He walked over to you this time and you didn't react. “I want to explain. I wasn't ready then but I'm ready now.” His features softened slightly and you almost melted at his kicked puppy eyes.

And suddenly, there it was. That pull towards him. That comfort your body felt, that safety your mind cradled in. You weren't angry anymore, but you were trying to hold onto that anger as much as you could. It wasn't fair to just forgive him like this. He left you without an explanation. Without a goodbye.

Your eyes hardened as you folded your arms across your chest. He was staring. Waiting. “I'm waiting.” You said shortly.

Seth seemed to wake up from his daydreaming. He hesitated for a second but then he blurted out something that might have been a joke to you a month ago. But now it couldn't be anything less than the truth. You didn't know if you should be mad or laugh until your lungs screamed.

“Okay.” You cut him off mid-explanation. He blinked up at you. “Sure, Seth. You ghosted me because you're a werewolf. That's a great excuse.”

His face twisted in confusion. “You think I'm lying.” You raised an eyebrow and his brows furrowed. “But you know I'm not lying, right? You can hear my heartbeat.”

You sucked in a breath.

“What?”

Seth tilted his head, “You can hear my heartbeat, can't you?”

No. Jacob wouldn't do that, would he? He wouldn't tell anybody about... about your condition. No.

“Y/N.”

Your fingers dig into your arms. “What?”

Seth sighed, “Can you look at me, please?”

You did, albeit against your will. Staring back into his eyes caused all your breath to dissipate. They weren't in their usual dark brown shade, leaning towards a mocha brown. No. They glowed yellow in the same way yours did.

“Fuck.”

He attempted a smile but he quickly went back to apprehension.

“Do you believe me now?”

You stammered out a response, forcing your head to travel back to all of the moments you missed the signs.

“I'm sorry.” He said softly, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “I didn't know how to tell you. When it happened I wasn't—”

“Seth,” you shook your head. “Why didn't you say anything?” And you looked at him as if it was the first time you saw him. His slightly matured features, his now short strands. God, all that hair was gone. He looked different. But his eyes remained the same. That playful kid you met in your ten years of age was still there. Maybe, that boy from months ago was still there as well.

“I was scared.” He croaked out, leaning closer. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears. It physically pained you to see that image. “I never meant to avoid you for so long but I— I was scared. I was scared to hurt you. You have to understand—”

“Stop,” you squeezed his hand. “Seth. It's okay.” your fingers grazed his wet cheek, he immediately melted under your touch.

“I'm sorry.” He let out in a whisper. You involve your arms around his neck, feeling his warmth travel through you. “God, I missed you so bad.”

His nose buried into your neck as you adjusted to his hold, closing all the space you could possibly have. You finally gave in to the feeling of being close to him. This is what you needed. This is what you've been craving.

“It's called imprinting.” Jacob said, pulling your attention away from Leah and Sam. He leaned back on the three you both were resting against. His damp hair sticking to his forehead. “It happens to two people, usually shape-shifters like us, when they feel this gravitational pull towards one another.”

You turn back to the couple that was playful fighting in the water. They looked like children when they were together, Leah and Sam. You couldn't remember a time where they weren't like this. But you didn't actually know when it started.

“Is it like love at first sight?”

“No.” He shook his head. “It's more like a... strong pull towards someone else. Things make sense with them, they hold you together and they keep you grounded. Have you ever heard of a soulmate bond?”

You nod, shifting closer as your internet spiked up. “Through bedtime stories.”

Jacob hum in agreement. “Yes. It's like your missing piece is finally in its rightful place. A puzzle completed.”

“Have you ever found it?” You ask. “Your... soulmate?”

Jacob took his time to reply to you. And you chose to not question the heavy silence that laid upon the two of you.

“No.” He settled for. “Not yet.”

Seth didn't let go of you for a while. He also explained everything from his first transformation, the main reason why he pushed you away, to the newest gossip in town. It never occurred to you how much you were missing by not having Seth Clearwater at your side at least half of the day — it did occur. A lot, actually. It was all your heart could think of.

“How did you know?” You asked. Your walk took you back to the beach. The first time in a long time since he joined you there. “About me.” You clarified, voice small.

Seth kept on wiggling your fingers in distraction.

“Your scent.” He replied, glancing at you carefully. “It changed.”

A bitter smile graced your lips. “Right.” That's something else you had learnt recently. Humans and shape-shifters don't smell the same.

Seth inched closer, intertwining your fingers. An action that called your attention and made you smile in his direction.

“I'm sorry about the way it happened, Y/N.”

You were aware of what he was referring to. Underlying his words were a melancholic tone accompanied by his soft doe eyes.

Your transformation wasn't the worst thing that occured to you — being bitten was. That you never asked. Something was taken from you that night, you still haven't fully recovered.

“It's a process.” Jacob said once. “One step at a time. And you're not alone.”

You laid your head in his shoulder basking under his warmth in the cold air of La Push.

“Yeah,” you croaked out. “Me too.”

But you were alive and that's what mattered. Someday, the pain would stop waking you up with a bad nightmare that stole your peace in nights and days.

“I should have been there. I'm sorry I wasn't.”

“Seth.”

He hummed softly in acknowledgement. You pinched his side and he emitted a sound of protest.

“Stop apologizing, Clearwater. I already forgave you.” You gained one of his grins that hid his eyelids almost completely. And you shook your head, fingers grazing the crinkles beside his eyes. “Just don't do that again. Or I don't want to see or hear from you ever again.”

He pulled your hand to his chest, mumbling a promise under his breath as if he was scared someone might hear it. “Never. I'm not going anywhere, okay? Well.” You frowned and he chuckled. “I mean, it's not like I can, right?”

It took you two long seconds to understand what he meant by that. When you did and he watched realization enlightening your features, you turned your face away to hide the inevitable blush that coated your cheeks. That only sent him into a harder laugh, but he didn't let you bury in your embarrassment much longer because he started kissing every part of your face until you whined and pushed him away, threatening to drown him in the sea.

He said he wouldn't mind because if he died by your hands then he'd happily go into the afterlife. You called him a sap and he agreed.

Your evening was swarmed by his smile and the new things you had missed in the past few weeks. You still knew him and he still knew you. But there was so much more to see, to feel. One thing was very much clear: you weren't the only one that felt that pull. You knew he felt it too.

You'd happily figure out the rest with Seth by your side. You knew that, from now on, he wouldn't be going anywhere.

“I can properly call you Bambi now,” you mocked him, earning a loud groan.

“I am not a deer, Y/N.”

“Eh, you act like it, so that's enough, Bambi.”

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last-herondale · 1 year

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"What Happens After Tomorrow?"

Jacob Black X Fem-reader

Soulmates

Angst, Heartbreak

TW: small mention of blood

Prompt: An almost kiss

A/N: I've always had this long running head cannon where the reader is part of the wolf pack, and imprints on Jacob the moment she meets him. For some reason Jacob does not immediately imprint on Y/N, and continues to believe that Bella is his true love. Of course, this brings heartache for Y/N, but her bond with Jacob makes her want to be there for him no matter what. This scene is Y/N comforting Jacob the night leading up to Bella and Edward’s wedding.

Enjoy 😊

It was raining again. The fat water droplets hit in a rhythmic pattern against the sheet metaled roof of Jacob’s shed. The wind had picked up on your drive over to his house and now it whistled through the gaps between the makeshift walls filling the empty space with haunting music. He had called you close to midnight, his voice strained and rough, as if he had been crying or screaming, or both, for hours. You were there in less then ten minutes.

Now, you just sat on an empty oil barrel watching the love of your life tinker with his car. Jacob was silent once you arrived, his muscled arms at work deep within the engine of his car. This wasn't the first night he had called you for comfort.

Ever since the Cullens had returned, Jacob had been a wreck over losing Bella to Edward. You had answered his call every time without fail, playing the convincing role as the concerned best friend. You were concerned. And he was your best friend, but there was also so much more that was left unsaid.

You noticed beer bottles scattered around the shed but kept your mouth shut. His wolf blood made it difficult for him to get drunk, but by the look of the amount of bottles on the floor he was determined to numb his nerves. It wouldn’t do any good to reprimand him now. Not with what laid ahead tomorrow.

It broke your heart to see him like this. The bond of the imprint had snapped into place for you the moment you met him, and since then you had been in service of him, even if he didn’t know it. How could you tell him? How could you tell your soulmate who he was to you, what he meant to you, when he was in love with someone else?

It was an impossible task. One that threatened to rip your heart to shreds. So instead, you promised to be anything he needed. His friend. His provider. His rock. No matter what. No matter how much it destroyed you on the inside to see him ache for another. To never match the feelings you had for him.

The sound of metal clanging together snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Shit” Jacob cursed, his voice a bit slurred. He lifted his hand from the engine and you noticed blood trailing from the tip of his finger down his arm.

You winced at the sight of him. Not so much the blood, but by the nonchalant look in his eyes as he watched the blood drip down. You wondered if there were other ways that he had "accidentally" hurt himself tonight.

“Let me see it,” you command, holding out your hand to examine his wound.

“It’ll heal… I’m fine.”

“Jacob.” You say sharply.

He finally slumps his shoulders as he slowly meanders his way towards you. He places his hand in yours as you turn it over and examine the damage. He was right, it was already healing. The blood had already stopped and the finger he had cut was now just slightly swollen and red.

No matter how many times you touched him, it send a jolt down the imprint bond that always sent a chill down your spine. You shook it off, as you had for the past year, and held on to his calloused hand.

You looked at his face, his deep brown eyes seemed glazed and far away. The sight of him made tears brim up in you eyes so you quickly lowered your head. Without anything else to say, you just let your fingers trace along his hand mindlessly.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper in order to keep your voice from cracking.

At your words, his hand tensed up. “For what?”

You let out a shaky breath. “For not being able to help you. For not being able to take this pain away.”

The rain was slowing now, the moments of silence grew larger between drops. Jacob was silent for a moment, but he did not retract his hand from yours. You let your finger tips explore his palm, following the defined veins that were laid out on his wrist.

“She chose him. She will always choose him.” His voice shook as he spoke. “I keep waiting for the moment where she realizes how much I feel for her, how much I hurt for her. But I’ve run out of time… and now I’ll lose her forever.”

Jacob sunk to his knees, his head now being level with your lap. He looked up to you, his beautiful tanned face and dark eyes were brimmed with tears. “Is love supposed to hurt like this?”

Seeing him like this, knelt before you in pain, asking such a question, was a horrific blow to your heart. It took everything in your being to not flinch away from the raw emotion that you felt.

Instinctively, you placed your hands on either sides of his face and stroked your thumb across his cheeks, wiping away the warm tears that fell.

“Oh Jake,” you murmur as he rests his head on your lap. His body shuddered against you as silent sobs rippled through his body.

“I wish it didn’t,” you whispered as you stroked through his black hair, “I hate seeing you so unhappy, so broken.”

If there was a way you could offer up your heart to him on a platter, you would have. You would demolish yourself in order to bring him peace. You would do anything.

“I think,” you began softly, “you have such a great capacity to love. Such a kind and loving heart…I have watched you give yourself so completely to others that you often lose sight of yourself. You disappear and I lose sight of you. And it terrifies me.”

Tears finally fell down your cheeks. Jacob stilled in your embrace and you felt his eyes boring into you, but you could not return his gaze. It was too much.

“I don’t know how to help you,” you admit, “I am afraid that once Bella…” you couldn’t finish the sentence.

“I’m afraid I’ll lose you too. Like your heart will go somewhere that I cannot reach…”

Warm, strong fingers gripped your chin in a soft embrace. You allowed yourself to let your gaze drift back up to Jacob, tears unabashedly falling down your face.

“Y/N…” jacob murmured, his eyes searched your face with a mixture of surprise and confusion. The glaze from his eyes seemed to disappear and everything seemed to become sharper in his expression.

Jacob rose from his spot in front of you, but took in both of your hands, making you rise with him. The two of you stood only inches apart, his head tipping closer to yours.

Your heart slammed against your chest, and you knew he could feel your body react to him. Usually you were so careful around him. Careful to not let anything slip from your walls. To protect him from the truth. But this was too much. The proximity of him was almost intoxicating.

“Jake,” you let out a soft warning. His eyes continued to search yours as he inched closer towards you. One of his hands reached up to touch a tear that fell from your eye. He placed his hand on your cheek and for a moment you felt yourself lean into him.

“What would I do without you?” He whispered. For a moment you thought he would kiss you.

You’ve dreamt of kissing him for the longest time. Dreamt of his lips on yours, the feel of his mouth and the taste of his skin. You burned in those dreams. Could it finally be reality?

The space between you were mere inches, but something in your gut tightened. This wasn’t right.

He doesn’t love me. Not in the way I love him. He is grieving tonight. He will need me tomorrow. Now is not the time.

Instead, you pulled away from him. It felt like tearing a limb off. Jacob looked at you with hurt in his eyes that nearly shattered you.

“Come on,” you said, beckoning him with your hand, “let’s get you to bed.”

Jacob just blinked at you for a moment, but then took a hold of your outstretched hand and followed you out of the shed into the quiet night.

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nishik1 · 11 months

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you jealous, nishimura? — why must feelings feel? smau + written

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warnings: cursing, kinda cliche and cringe

wc: 1.5k (1,563) NOT PROOF READ!!

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its been three days since Niki and Eunchae hang out, of course you and Niki have also hung out since then but you can’t help but feel your heartache whenever you think back to his post. you had no idea why you were feeling this way, i mean surely you didn’t like Niki right? he’s your best friend, you couldn’t possibly like him! you sat there in your seat, your head resting on your arm which was on the table.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Haerin taps your shoulder as you lift your head up to see Haering staring at you while snacking on a choco pie.

“yeah, I’m fine.” you say as you sit up, taking a sip of your water.

“is this about what happened with Niki and Eunchae?” Haerin asks while she chews, you shrug your shoulders in response.

“I don’t know… I’ve just been feeling kind of off ever since I saw his post, I don’t know why.” you explain with an exasperated sigh.

“its because—“ the girl sitting beside you tries to speak, you cut her off.

“no. its not because of that. how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like him?” you’re lying to yourself and you knew that. you couldn’t like him even if you wanted to, he’s your best friend! you thought that maybe if you just denied the butterflies in your stomach and the way your heart beats a hundred beats per minute whenever you lay your eyes on him that maybe these feelings would go away.

“Y/N theres nothing wrong with it, why won’t you accept it?” she asks, curious as to know why.

“he’s my best friend, Haerin! there’s no way I can like him! I can’t!”

“why not? did he ever say that himself?” she asked though she knew the answer, she just wanted to know why you thought so.

“no… but we’ve been friends for years, I can’t ruin our friendship… I feel like me liking him would ruin everything that we have and I can’t afford to lose him…” you explain much to Haerins dismay. if only you knew how wrong you were.

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“Y/NNIE!” you heard someone yell your name from down the hall already recognizing the voice, you sigh before putting a smile on your face.

“hey Riki!” you smile, closing your locker to look the taller boy in the eyes.

“do you have plans later?” he asked, you feel your heart beat faster as your face grows flush and butterflies flutter around your stomach. ‘oh shit…’ you think to yourself ‘im fucked.’ you think.

“no i don’t, why?”

“i was wondering if you wanted to hang out today, its been forever!” he said with a smile as he hugged you tightly, your eyes widen and you push him away, causing him to frown.

“we hung out like two days ago!” you say, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

“exactly, forever! plus we could just like go to the corner store then head over to your house, we don’t have to like go out go out.” he shrugs his shoulder, throwing his arm around you as you walk side by side.

“i guess i’m down… i have a free period right now and its my last class so… lets go?” you ask slightly hesitantly, in your heart you knew that you liked Riki— no. you don’t just like him, you like him A LOT and you knew hanging out with him would only make you like him more and as much as you wanted to accept these feelings, you can’t. you’re not willing to sacrifice the best friendship you’ve ever had over some feelings you deemed ‘meaningless’. Riki noticed your hesitation and worry began to arise in him, of course he didn’t make it obvious to you, but he could tell something was off.

as the two of you entered the store, you greeted the owner who the two of you have known for years now. when Riki first moved from Japan, you met him here. you two wanted the same packet of ramen and ended up reaching for it at the same time and the moment you two looked at each other, something clicked. you don’t know how or why, but it seemed as you two were made for each other. i mean hell, Riki knew you like the back of his palm, same goes for you. this is exactly the reason why you’re afraid to accept your feelings. you’re afraid, you’re afraid that if you accept your feelings, that you’d lose him. Riki walked down the isle looking for your favorite snacks as well as his. you watched him, scanning his facial features. butterflies. as you watched him, all you could feel were butterflies fluttering around inside of you. a small smile grew on your face, just until you snapped out of it. your smile dropped. ‘what are you doing Y/N? he’s your best friend.’ you thought to yourself, shaking your head.

Y/N, you ready to go pay?” Riki asked, pointing towards the cash register with his head. did it get hot in here all of a sudden?

“i— yeah. let’s go.” you curse yourself mentally for stuttering, Riki’s brows furrow and his eyes narrow.

the walk home was almost silent. why? because the two of you hadn’t spoken a word since you left the store. it was weird, normally around Riki, you were a social butterfly. the jingling of your keys had brought you out of your thoughts, “we’re home!” you yelled as the two of you entered the house and took of your shoes.

still, silent. the both of you have barely said anything the whole time you’ve been hanging out. it felt so weird, you can’t remember the last time the two of you have acted like this. “I’ll… I’ll go start boiling the water for the ramen.” you say, quickly scurrying out of the living room and into the kitchen, leaving Riki there by himself.

once you enter the kitchen, you let out a sigh of relief. walking over to the cupboard, you take out a pot and pour the water in before heading to the stove to boil the water. as the water boils, you take out your phone and start scrolling away on social media. you were so caught up on your phone you didn’t notice the water had started to bubble over.

“shit!” you exclaimed, running over to turn off the stove. the boiling hot water had began to overflow. you reach for the snob, yelping in pain when you make contact with the hot water. suddenly the door to the kitchen burst open and there stood a concerned Riki.

“Y/N what happened—“ he cut himself off, seeing you standing in front of the stove with your wrist in your hand and subtle tears in your eyes. he sighed, already knowing what happened. he walks over to were you were standing and takes the pot off of the stove, grabbing a rag and drying off the now cooling water. he takes your hand in his, guiding to over to the skin as he turns it on and runs it under his hand to test it for you. gently, he runs your burn under the water. you hear him sigh once again before saying.

“how many times do i have to tell you to watch the water?” he scolded. yes, this has happened before. you only stare at him, your cheeks flush and slightly tear stained. “you need to be more careful…” he said, turning off the water as he leaned down, opening the cabinet under the sink to pull out the first aid kit.

“this is gonna sting a little, you probably already knew that though. i mean from the amount of times we’ve had to do this.” he joked, opening a small alcohol wipe. he gently wiping it on the burn, you hiss and try to pull away your hand from his grip.

“ow that hurts!” you say, only for him to roll his eyes at you. “we’ve done this like a million times before, aren’t you used to it yet?” he said, opening the small bottle of burn ointment and putting some on his finger, dabbing it on your burn.

“oh whatever…” you roll your eyes, causing him to chuckle as he bandages your hand. once he’s done, he takes your face in his hand, cupping it as he wipes your now dried tears with his thumb. you two stay like that for a minute until you come back to reality and pull away.

“you should go home… you have a test tomorrow, i don’t want you failing.” you say as you look away from him.

“yeah, i’ll see you tomorrow. also be careful, don’t burn yourself again.” he said as he picked his jacket up off the couch and made his way to the door. you watch as he leaves and you wave goodbye once he makes it out. once again, you let out a sigh of relief as you make your way to the couch and plopping yourself down where he once sat, immediately taking out your phone. unknown to you, your brother was just in the next room over (the dining room) and had witnessed the whole thing. he let out a sigh as well and took out his phone.

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NOTES: lowkey forgot this was also a high school au 🧍anyway i realized theres not that much of y/n and sunghoon interacting so i decided that for acceptance sunghoon is gonna be the one to help y/n 😇 also im sorry this chapter is cringe but i had to 😭

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All I Have To Give

“Crush” Masterlist

A/N: So "From the Bottom of My Broken Heart" came on shuffle and it made me think of young Benny. My headcanon is Benny absolutely loves pop music, particularly boybands in the late 90s-early 2000 era. Also that he's a hopeless romantic and everything kinda fell into place with him in the "Crush" universe. Hope you enjoy this little cute piece about Benny with pop songs sprinkled in there.

Rating: G

Word Count: 559

Pairing: Benny Miller & BFF! GN!Reader (reader is F in some of the other fics, but this can be read as GN), Benny Miller x OCs (named and unnamed)

Plot: Benny’s got all the love to give and he's been trying to find someone to give it all to.

Contains: Benjamin being a hopeless romantic and some late 90s-early 2000 pop music references

There goes your best friend nervously walking up to the waitress who's been the apple of his eye for the last two months. He thinks that her memorizing his usual order is a sign she's interested. You don't want to burst his little bubble letting him know she also memorized yours.

That lover boy is the most hopelessly romantic person you've ever met - to a fault. Once he falls in love, he gets tunnel vision and obsesses over them. You blame it on pop music. He'll never publicly admit it, but the Backstreet Boys are his favorite boyband. He never learns his lesson though. His heart has been broken so many times, you're sure it has turned into sand. You gotta admire him though. All these rejections and heartaches never deters him from looking for love again. He's just a puppy. Literally. Give him head pets and treats, and he'll eat out of the palm of your hands.

You remember in the summer after sophomore year, on the last day of school, Ben worked up the courage to ask his current crush at the time, Kristina out after being the Invisible Man all year. He even got a summer job so he knew he'd have money to take her out. She said yes, and after a few dates, you both saw her getting cozy with a different blonde - Jaime Carter, who had a resemblance to Nick Carter. He would even tell girls that he's related to him, which you both knew was bullshit.

That summer, you must have heard Britney's "From the Bottom of my Broken Heart" more times than any song ever. NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" was a close second. As much as he loved "Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely", the reminder of Nick Carter made it worse. Lover Boy was hurting and pop music was his way to soothe his heart.

Then a month later, Linda walked into the doors of his job and subsequently, into his life. As he described it to you, it was like a movie moment. It happened in slow motion while Savage Garden’s “I Knew I Loves You” played in the background. When summer ended, so did his time with Linda when she went back home. She was only in town to visit family. Gone.

Once school started again, and the new girl became the new object of his affection. He worked up the courage to ask her to the Junior Winter Wonderland Bash and Christmas came early for him when she said yes. Couple of months later, he felt like his death came early when she became someone else's valentine. All or Nothing.

Then there was Tina from the music store, Becky from the movie theater, Maria from Blockbuster, Vivian at the bowling alley. Rinse, recycle and repeat. This went well into adulthood.

And today? No different. You watch Benny as he makes his way back to the booth with an extra pep in his step.

"I got her number!" Benny flashes the napkin along with his teeth.

"Good job!" You high five him and tussle his hair. "You want the rest of my fries?" you offer.

"Oooh!" His eyes light up and his ears perk up as he digs in.

20 years later and still a puppy. And every time, you hope he gets his fairytale ending.

#garrett hedlund #garrett hedlund fanfiction #benny miller #benny miller fanfiction #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #crush

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dindjarinandlysakane · 10 months

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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 35 - Aching for one another

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

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Chapter 35 - Aching for one another

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Lysa lay awake, staring up at the dark ceiling. The starlight outside casting a pale blue sheen over the sleeper.

It was a warm and humid night, and Lysa had long-since thrown off the sheets, lying there in just her undergarments.

Her mind on Din Djarin.

Longing for him now, in the early hours of the morning, when the planet around her felt so still and quiet.

Her mind on how it had felt to have him pressed up against her, his strong and lean form pinning her to the counter in their playful exchange.

Lysa knew full well that had it not been for Grogu’s interruption, a line would likely have been crossed. With both adults practically aching for one another during the brief moments before Din had left for Mandalore.

But doubt seemed to linger in the forefront of her mind now as she lay on the bed, unable to sleep.

With Din unable to remove his helmet, Lysa wasn't even sure he would be happy to delve into a physical relationship.

Surely a travelled man like him would not be celibate? Likely having his fair share of women over the years. But Lysa’s heart seemed to hurt now- thinking on Din with another. For she knew she was too far gone for that. Jealousy having cut it’s way into her, when he had spoken with such reverence about the leader of Mandalore - Bo Katan.

Lysa had briefly heard him mention her name before, but on this occasion a hollow feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach. Presuming that there was something more between Bo and Din.

Jealousy could be an foul thing to feel at any time. But when doubt was in play, Lysa found it a terribly difficult thing to swallow.

But Din had thankfully reassured Lysa that this was not the case, and she had been happy with that, sensing that his heart may reside with someone a little more close to home. And Lysa had not been able to help the smile that had drifted across her face and the feelings that swarmed inside of her at that.

If Din felt even an ounce of the affection she felt for him in return. Then she knew that they were both done for.

Din Djarin had truly changed her life.

He had saved her when she had thought she was long past saving.

And each moment she spent with him now, Lysa felt herself falling for him. Not that she hadnt already been caught in his spell from the first moment she had met him.

Din had been a breath of fresh air, in amongst the pain and the suffering that she endured every day.

And he had shown her that there was someone out there who could treat her far better than she had ever been treated by any man.

Lysa had spent so many years living in the shadows. And yet now, with Din, she felt as though he had helped her step out of the darkness and into the sun’s warming rays once more.

She adored him. And as the days had slipped by, that adoration seemed to be turning into something far more desperate and yearning.

Lysa wanted him, aching for his touch.

Even now, lying here, still, she could smell his heady scent clinging to the sheets below her, like ocean water and burning driftwood. Intoxicating her.

Lysa closed her eyes, taking in a deep moaning breath, perspiration beading at the nape of her neck as she thought of him now.

Imagining what it would feel to have him hovering over her, strong arms pinning her to the mattress below, possessive and wanting.

And it took all of Lysa’s strength not to slide her hand down her smooth body and touch herself. Soaked at just the very thought of him.

But giving a hard swallow, she refrained, feeling all of a sudden guilty, her eyes snapping open once more.

Although she was almost certain that Din felt the same, she still couldn’t help but feel a sudden pang of shame and worry.

What if it was too soon? It had only been a week or so since she’d left Crix. What if it seemed, to an outsider, far too soon for Lysa to be moving from one man to another?

But surely this was not not akin to a normal relationship at all? This was not a rebound, or an affair. And Lysa knew that, what she now had with Din, she had not felt with Crix in years.

There had not been love there for a long time.

But with Din…

Lysa’s heart ached now, knowing full well how she felt about Din Djarin.

And as a cloud drifted across the starlit sky above, she wondered whether Din, on Mandalore, was thinking of her, just like she was thinking of him.

……………………………………………

Din Djarin sat poised on a flat sandy rock, his armoured-body turned out towards the expansive landscape before him.

His trusted Amban phase-pulse blaster rested in one hand, and every few moments Din would lift the long-range weapon and peer through the scope.

He, Grogu and Bo-Katan had been keeping watch on an open patch of airspace near to the point where the TIE-fighter had last been spotted. But so far none of them had had any luck in tracking the rogue ship.

Din’s mind had been firmly on Lysa for the past few hours since he had arrived on Mandalore. Even the distraction of the hunt, not enough to take his mind off the blonde woman even for a moment. Unable to shake the desperation he felt for her, his mind going back over their teasing flirtation, and how close he had felt to giving in to every single primal urge when he was around her.

Somehow Lysa seemed to do something to him.

The sheer euphoria he felt when he was with her, something he had never experienced with another.

His brief encounters with women over the years, just did not compare to the longing and arousal he felt when he was close to Lysa.

With her, he felt drunk on her scent, her touch, longing to taste her now…to press kisses to every single inch of her skin. Soothing every mark ever left on her by Crix Val’shif.

Normally Din shied away from allowing himself to give in to such sexual longing. But he found himself frustrated…in more ways than one.

“Here,” came a sudden voice from behind and Din turned to see Bo Katan approach.

She handed him a small metal cup full of steaming hot caf, before coming to sit on a smooth patch of rock opposite him.

Grogu, who had been busying himself with Bo Katan, waddled up to Din now, hopping up beside him, before trying to position himself on his father’s knee with great difficulty.

“Thanks,” replied Din curtly, gazing through the scope of his rifle for a moment before lowering it again.

“You seem like you have a lot on your mind,” Bo Katan commented. She had her helmet off, a wry smile crossing her lips.

Din gave a huff.

“I just really want to get back to Nevarro,” he uttered in a serious tone.

“I never thought you’d be the kind of man who was happy to be settled in one place for so long,” said the red-head, eyeing him.

“I just…I have something I need to get back to,” Din sighed, gazing out at the exposed expanse of land over the crest of the mountain they were sat on.

From the corner of his eye, Din noticed Bo Katan raise her eyebrows looking suddenly interested.

“This wouldn't have anything to do with the woman you mentioned the last time I saw you, would it?” she asked in a taunting voice, offering Din a smirk.

Din turned his head to look at his friend, but didn't answer immediately.

Dank. Was he really that transparent?

“Her name is Lysa.” Din said after a moment. “She’s staying at our cabin, just until…”

But he trailed off, unable to finish. There really was no apparent reason for Lysa to still be staying with him now that Crix was confirmed to be off-planet. Apart from the fact that Din wanted her there with him…close by, where she was safe.

“You like her,” said Bo Katan with a look of realisation, her grin widening.

Din gave a huff at her words as Grogu chirped up at him, but he knew he couldn't deny it.

He wasn’t even sure ‘like’ was a strong enough word for how he felt about Lysa.

He remained quiet for a long few seconds, before finally speaking.

“I dont think I’ve ever felt this way about someone before,” he said in a voice full of honesty. “I just…I…”

Din swallowed, his eyes falling to his son for a brief second, before looking up once more to Bo Katan.

“...I’m not sure I can-”

But he stopped suddenly, reddening beneath his beskar-helmet, and letting out a long steadying breath through his nose.

At this, Bo Katan’s grin slipped into a softer smile, far more sympathetic than before.

“You're not sure how much of yourself you can give to her…” Bo Katan offered, giving a blink. “...without removing your helmet?”

Din huffed out another breath full of angst. His silence enough to confirm Bo’s words as truth.

It was something he had pondered for a long time. Long before he had met Lysa.

What would he do if someone so important came into his life, that he felt the desperate yearning need to show them his face?

And that moment had of course occurred with Grogu. His love for his son so strong, it had broken down all the barriers he was taught he needed.

But since regaining his place amongst the Mandalorians and bathing in the waters , Din had vowed it would never happen again. That he would never stray from the path. And never again remove his helmet in front of another.

Then why did it feel so hard to follow in the rules, as he had done his entire life, now that Lysa was here?

What made her so different?

Why did his heart ache so much while in her company?

What was it about her that made him want to fling off his beskar and reveal himself to her. No longer wanting to be Din Djarin, the Mandalorian bounty hunter, in her presence. But instead wishing to be the man who would be there to wipe her tears, to hold her when the nightmares came, and to love her, so unconditionally, she would never want for anything more in her life.

For Din Djarin would bring her every single star in the sky if she so wished for them.

Bo Katan stared at Din for a long moment, before finally speaking again. Her voice calm and understanding.

“Din, I know that your loyalty to the Creed is important to you,” she said, leaning in a little and giving a small shake of her head. “But if your time with Grogu has taught you anything, surely it’s that if you find something in this Galaxy that truly makes you happy, then you should hold onto it.”

Din felt a lump appear in his throat which he swallowed down with difficulty.

“Don’t let your pride and your loyalty stand in the way of you finding something good in this universe,” she finished, staring meaningfully at him and pursing her lips.

Din stared back at Bo Katan, appreciating her honesty and friendship at this very moment. Feeling lucky to have confidants he could trust.

And opening his mouth to speak, Din was ready to thank her, when suddenly there came the recognisable screaming war-cry of a TIE-fighter overhead.

Their conversation immediately over…but certainly not forgotten.

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Well, I for one can't wait for the next chapter... *side eye*

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It Looks As Thought You're Letting Go

Fic Summary: Everyone is born with an arrow on the back of their hand which points to their soulmate at midnight on their eighteenth birthday. After her parents' disastrous marriage and her father's subsequent depression following her mother's death, Nesta realized a soulmate is nothing more than guaranteed heartache and ruination. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she packs up her car and leaves her family and life behind forever. What she doesn't count on, however, is having a soulmate like Cassian, who may be the one to prove to her that a soulmate is what she needs.

Fic Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Chapter Word Count: 3064

Based on this prompt

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A/N: Next update should be Wednesday.

Chapter 3

Two Years Later

Nesta hurried into the lecture hall, picking the first seat she could find. She couldn’t believe she actually made it with time to spare. It had been a nightmare trying to get out of work that morning and it was only on pain of quitting that her boss had finally let her leave. After two years, Nesta practically ran that diner and she knew the owner wouldn’t be happy if she had to find another server who was willing to work as many hours as Nesta.

She took a second to catch her breath before pulling out her laptop. It wasn’t brand new, but it would work well enough to take notes and write papers. Just as the professor began speaking, someone slid in next to her.

Nesta turned, intending to bitch about the fact that there were open seats everywhere, and froze. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Several people glanced in her direction as Cassian looked at her with too-innocent eyes. “Oh hi, Nesta.”

Nesta glared at him, forcing herself to ignore the way his presence made her entire body relax. “What are you doing here?” she hissed.

“I’m taking history, same as you.”

Had he done this on purpose? He had to have. They hadn’t spoken since she blocked his number two years ago and this was far too coincidental to be real.

“Did you follow me here?” she asked, lacing her tone with accusation.

Something flitted across Cassian’s expression that, if she didn’t know better, was genuine hurt. “No. I’m taking this class.”

“How’d you know I’d be taking it too?”

“I didn’t.”

“Oh, so you just so happen to be taking the same class I am at the same college I am? How old are you anyway?”

Cassian turned fully towards her. “I didn’t realize there was an age limit for attending college.”

“There is when you’re fucking stalking me.”

Anger and hurt flashed on Cassian’s face but before he could respond, the professor interrupted them.

“You two. If you can’t be quiet, I’m going to ask you to leave.”

Nesta sent Cassian her most withering glare, which he ignored as he turned toward the professor. “Apologies, professor. Just old friends catching up.”

Nesta grit her teeth, but kept her mouth shut, not wanting to make an enemy of her professor on the first day. Her life had been going according to plan since she left Cassian, and she’d be damned if she let him ruin her trajectory.

Unfortunately, pretending to ignore him and actually ignoring him were two very different things, and by the time the class was over, Nesta’s notes were still blank.

She didn’t wait for him to stand up before scrambling past him, bag slung over her shoulder.

“Nesta!”

Nesta ignored him, so angry she didn’t even know where she was going. She just needed to get away and calm down.

When he spoke again, he was close. “Nes—”

She whirled around. “Don’t call me that.”

Cassian took a step back, hands up as their classmates milled around them. “I swear I didn’t know you were taking this class. I saw you when I walked in and decided to sit next to you, which I now realize was a huge mistake.”

Nesta crossed her arms. “Why are you in college?”

Cassian ran a hand through his hair, frowning at her. “I took a few years to work and save money. Is that a crime?”

Nesta’s anger dissipated as shame started to slither up her spine at the realization he was telling the truth. It had been just a coincidence, the universe laughing at her. She straightened to her full height, looking him in the eye. “I’m sorry.”

Cassian blinked at her. “I—what?”

“I’m not saying it again.” She turned around and started walking away.

“Wait!” Cassian jogged a few steps until he was walking next to her. “Where are you headed?”

“My next class.”

“Which is…”

“If I wanted you to know, I would have told you.”

Cassian grabbed her elbow to pull her to a stop. “Wait. Can we just talk for a second?”

Nesta sighed. “About what? We fucked once and haven’t seen each other in two years. What’s there to talk about?”

Cassian flinched, but his expression hardened. “It was more than just fucking and you know it.”

“Not for me it wasn’t.”

Cassian shook his head. “Why are you like this?”

Nesta scowled. “Excuse me?”

“What has got you so scared of having a soulmate? What happened to you to make you toss away a good thing with both hands?”

Nesta’s temper flared. “Maybe it’s just being saddled with you as a soulmate. Has that even occurred to you? Maybe it’s you I don’t want.”

Nesta’s heart clenched at the hurt in Cassian’s eyes and she immediately wanted to take it all back. Closing her eyes, she said, “I’m sorry. That was…that was uncalled for.” She opened her eyes and rubbed her forehead. In the two years since she’d last seen Cassian, she’d convinced herself that whatever she had felt for him was nothing more than a crush. Seeing him now, however, was proof that she had been lying to herself for years. No matter that she hadn’t changed her mind on the subject of soulmates, Cassian would never be just a crush.

He considered her for a moment. “Do you really have another class to get to?”

Nesta’s cheeks heated. “No.”

“Can we go get some coffee?”

Nesta stared at him, incredulous, before saying, “Why? Why do you want anything to do with me after last time? I haven’t changed my mind. I still don’t want a soulmate and this is never going to end well.”

Cassian stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “I just want to talk.”

Nesta knew she should say no, should walk away, drop her class, and avoid seeing Cassian again.

Instead, she said, “Ok.”

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Cassian’s heart had stopped when he saw Nesta sitting in the lecture hall. Even after two years, after rejecting him so harshly, he still couldn’t get her out of his head. He figured out pretty quickly that she had blocked his number. He had wanted to go bang on her door, to demand they talk, but in the end, his friend Mor had convinced him it was better to let Nesta go figure herself out.

So he had, and it had been only sheer willpower that had kept him from seeking her out in the time between then and now. He felt certain that his taking the same class as Nesta was the Mother answering his prayers.

Walking beside her now, his heart pounded and he kept having to rub the sweat off his palms. This felt like a rare opportunity, a gift, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. If he played his cards right, perhaps he could spend more time with Nesta. In retrospect, it had been dumb to sleep with her. Even though she had initiated it, she had made her boundaries crystal clear. He just hadn’t expected her to dump him immediately.

He held open the door to a cafe and followed Nesta to the counter. They both ordered and he shoved away the desire to pay for her coffee. He would do nothing to violate those rules she set up years ago.

When they sat with their drinks, Nesta finally spoke. “So what did you want to talk about?”

Cassian took a sip of his coffee to buy himself time. “How’ve you been?”

His friend Azriel had taken it upon himself—despite Cassian telling him not to—to keep up with what Nesta was doing, to make sure she was safe, so Cassian already knew that Nesta worked herself to the bone.

She shrugged. “I can’t complain. Things have been going according to plan.”

Cassian nodded. “Right. It’s been two years, so you’ve already gotten your community college out of the way right?”

Nesta frowned at him. “You remembered that?”

Cassian held her gaze, heart hammering in his chest as he said, “I remember everything you told me. Community college for two years, then finishing your bachelor’s, and then law school.”

Nesta was quiet, taking a sip of her coffee and Cassian wondered if he should have pretended not to remember any of their conversations.

“What are you going to school for?” she finally asked.

“I’m getting a bachelor’s in exercise physiology, but I’m really working towards getting a master’s. I’m minoring in history though.”

Surprise lit up Nesta’s eyes and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had been laboring under the idea that he wasn’t ambitious because he hadn’t been in college when they met.

“Why history?” she asked.

He tapped his thumb against the lip of his coffee cup. “I enjoy history and even though it’s not related to my major, I figured now was as good a time as any to study it.” He nodded towards her. “How about you?”

Nesta leaned back in her chair. “I have no real attachment to history, but it’s not a horrible major. It’s really just a stepping stone towards law school, and one where I stand a chance of getting the GPA I need.”

Cassian smirked. “Ever practical.”

She rolled her eyes, but her voice held a hint of teasing when she replied, “I can’t afford to live an impractical life.”

His heart tugged at that, knowing she often worked more than full time at the diner below her apartment as well as going to school. When did she even sleep?

“So, do you live in the city now?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, I have an apartment near here. It’s a little bit of a commute but the prices near campus are insane.”

Nesta hummed in agreement as she sipped her drink. They fell into an easy silence after that. Cassian stared out the window to avoid staring at Nesta. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, so many things he wanted to ask.

After his initial shock, he had been so angry when she had first cut him out. In the two years since then, he had thought a lot about those scant few weeks they’d spent together, and had concluded that something had to have happened in Nesta’s past to make her so scared of a soulmate. Azriel had used his weird ability to uncover secrets to find out what he could about Nesta, but Cassian had turned down his offer to share the information.

As much as he wanted answers to his questions, he also didn’t like the idea of invading her privacy that way. He wanted to hear it from Nesta herself, anyway. So he had instead focused all his energy these last two years into working and saving so he could finally go to school with more than a snowball’s chance in hell at not spending the rest of his life paying off student loans. He had worked sixty or more hour weeks just to have something to do, to keep his mind occupied so he wouldn’t seek out Nesta.

And then she had appeared like a mirage in his history class.

“Why don’t you hate me?”

Cassian turned back toward Nesta. She was looking at him with her chin held high, the fingers tapping the side of her cup the only show of nerves as she waited for him to answer.

“I did at first,” he said, deciding against lying. “Or, not so much hating you as being angry with you.”

She blinked at him, clearly waiting for him to continue. He inhaled, holding his breath for a prolonged second before exhaling.

“I figured you must have gone through something to make you push me away, so that made it easier not to hate you.”

He held her stare, his anxiety increasing with each second that passed without a response.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice low. She looked away, clearing her throat. “I’m sorry I yelled at you before.”

He shrugged, feigning indifference. “It’s fine. But thanks.”

Nesta stood abruptly. “I should get going. I do have another class soon.”

He stood quickly, stepping around the table to place a hand on her shoulder as she turned away. He snatched it back when she froze.

“Wait. Please.”

He thought she might continue walking away, but she turned back to him, her expression guarded.

“Can we start over?” he asked. “Be real friends this time?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “That didn’t work out for us last time.”

He swallowed, heart pounding. “I know. But I mean it this time. How about we add a new rule of not being alone together? We can just hang out in public places, maybe sit together in class?”

He held is breath as she considered him, before finally nodding. He released his breath, nodding. “Good. Great.” He couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “I’ll see you Wednesday then.”

The corner of her lip twitched upward before Nesta turned back and continued walking out. Cassian fell back into his chair, running a hand through his hair.

He would not let her slip from his life so easily this time.

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Despite her initial hesitation, Nesta grew to enjoy her time with Cassian. Their relationship felt different this time, as if they had both matured in the two years they’d been apart. After every class he invited her to coffee, and they chatted about everything and nothing.

He never tried to flirt with her, never asked for any additional time with her, and never offered to pay for her coffee. Each hour they spent together when Cassian showed no romantic interest in her put her mind at ease. It gave her hope that perhaps they really could be just friends.

Despite not wanting a soulmate, Nesta did want a friend. Her job didn’t allow her any time for socializing outside the singular hour she had between classes. She hadn’t even realized how lonely she was until she began anticipating Cassian’s request to join him for coffee at the end of each history class.

Before she knew it, it was the end of the semester, and she was dreading the coming winter break. It wouldn’t be a break for her, she’d be working through the holidays, but it would mean the end of spending 3 hours a week with Cassian. Even if they had another class together—and they didn’t—Nesta’s schedule had no breaks in it. She would be going from work to class after class and back to work.

“I have a proposal.”

Nesta sat back in her chair, raising her eyebrows. They had just finished their final history exam and were currently enjoying their last coffee together. “Oh?”

Cassian stared at her a moment, looking as if he were at war with himself. “How about you unblock my number?”

Nesta froze, not because she didn’t like the idea, but because she had already unblocked his number months ago on the off chance he decided to try texting her. She was only a little miffed that he never had.

“Nevermind.”

Cassian’s hasty retraction made her realize she’d been silent for too long.

“No, it’s fine.”

He shook his head, but before he could speak again, she pulled out her phone, tapping around to make it look like she was doing something. She’d be damned if she admitted to unblocking him shortly after they’d started talking again.

“Ok, done.” She crossed her arms when Cassian narrowed his eyes at her. “What?”

“That was suspiciously easy to convince you do to.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and just barely kept the smile of her face at his teasing tone. “I think several months of coffee warrants being rewarded with unblocking.”

Cassian laughed and Nesta couldn’t stop her smile. She loved Cassian’s laugh. It was a full belly laugh, loud enough to cause heads to turn their way.

Still chuckling, he said, “I’m going to press my luck and suggest another proposal.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, but despite trying to look annoyed, couldn’t keep the corners of her lips from twitching upward when she said, “What?”

“I know you said you won’t have time for coffee next semester, so how about I come visit you at the diner?”

Nesta’s heart leaped at the idea, but she forced herself not to show how much she liked the idea. “I don’t usually have time for talking at work.”

Cassian shrugged, but his knuckles were white as he held his cup. “I know. I just thought I could drop in on occasion to say hi. When are you usually less busy?”

She told him to stop by between lunch and dinner and then got up to leave, their coffee hour done. As usual it went by too quickly.

As she walked away, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

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Cassian loosed a breath as he watched Nesta walk away. It had been a calculated risk to ask if he could visit her at work, but he couldn’t stand the thought of only texting her.

He had been careful the entire semester to adhere to those rules they agreed to two years ago, as well as making sure he was never alone with her. It went against all of his instincts, but he’d rather suffer through remaining platonic than to risk going years without talking again.

Besides, he genuinely liked Nesta. It wasn’t difficult to be her friend, only difficult to keep himself from flirting with her, from telling her how much he wanted her, both her heart and body. In the privacy of his bedroom, he allowed himself to fantasize about being with her, frequently coming to the memory of their night together. He hadn’t been with anyone since, had no desire to be. Azriel had once asked him if he planned to remain celibate the rest of his life. Cassian hadn’t had an answer for him then, but being around Nesta again made him think he just might. The thought of anyone else made him feel queasy.

This was their last coffee of the semester; Nesta said she wouldn’t have time for coffee, as she’d either be working or studying for the rest of her finals. He wondered how long he could manage to wait before visiting her.

If he made it a week, he’d be lucky.

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phoneguyfanclub · 7 months

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Checkpoint - Phone Guy and Mike

Summary: Scott worries for Mike as he starts work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place. Mike assures him that he'll survive, and that he'll come back home. (Part of my rewritten timeline)

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He was sick, he was delirious. And he felt like everyone was disappointed.

Mike laid down in bed, trying not to let it get to him.

William would be there. Elizabeth would be there. And he was more than a little anxious. Even Scott, the man who'd become like a father to him, was upset with him.

Mike was going to go back to Freddy's. And this time he'd free all the souls, including the ones he'd missed from Sister Location.

Scott had reassured him that he didn't have to do this on his own. He'd even helped him by going to free the souls from the Original Restaurant.

And now, they were all free. All except the ones who would be at the Pizza Place. That would be his last mission.

He heard Scott's voice call to him from downstairs.

"Mike…"

He felt uncomfortable. He'd gone against Scott's instructions to stay away from Freddy's restaurants.

"Mike? Come on, speak to me…"

He trembled. It was irrational, but he was used to his father using that disappointed tone… before he got angry. But he didn't bring it up to Scott because he didn't want him to feel bad. After all, he was right. Mike did sneak out to build this new Freddy's location. And to twist the knife in, this time he was in charge.

"Scott, please. I-I know what I am doing…"

Walking up to his room, he knocked.

"Uh, listen… I-I know you're a brave, and competent man. I'm not doubting that!" His own hand trembled as it pulled away from the door. He wanted to say more. But what more could he say so that Mike would listen?

Mike didn't answer. He knew it would be difficult. Why did Scott have to be so protective over him anyway? He'd done this before so many times and always survived. Well, except for Sister Location. Staring at his purple hands, he coughed in disgust.

"Listen…" Scott said weakly. "I know you need to do this… But can we just talk…?"

Getting up, Mike went to open the door. He looked at Scott tiredly.

Feeling relieved, Scott pulled him into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry…" Mike said, but Scott didn't seem to hear him. He seemed to be attuned to the music in his own mind. Finally, he pulled away, looking up.

"Let's go for a walk."

…

It had not gone as Scott had planned.

First there was an uncomfortable silence. He'd tried to get Michael to have fun at the amusement park, but all he did was grimace and turn away. At least he'd scared off some carnies and gotten a free large stuffed unicorn.

Sighing, Scott thought about their options. They could try and go back home, or they could keep going and maybe Scott could buy Michael some new trousers at the mall?

Sadly, they'd never get that far.

Finally, Mike had enough and snapped.

"You really think there's anything left for me in this civilization?! Freddy's is where I belong!! If I could go die there, I would. It would be a last wish for me…"

From the shadows, someone else was listening. Henry listened close and took notes. He'd been carefully observing Mike from afar, and now he knew he'd gotten the perfect guy for the job. He'd later send the instructional video to his house. It was going just as planned. Mike would be his new Pizzeria manager and nightguard.

Scott looked hurt. "But what about me, Mike?! I-I'd be all alone…"

"You'd find someone," he huffed. Then the unspoken words came out. "You… You're just so… lucky!"

The word coursed through Scott like lightning. Him?! Lucky?! Scott was lucky in the past 10 years? How?? He'd grown up in poverty with parents who'd tried their best. But even they didn't understand his mental illness. He'd gotten a job at Freddy's at 18 and managed to work his way up. And yet even though he was happy for a few years, everything crumbled when he started work at the Toy location. After that, he'd had nothing but heartache, trauma, and guilt to deal with. It was not absurd to say that at least he didn't have a half-decayed body while trying to fit into the rest of society. But that wasn't a high bar to reach.

He was hurt, and angry for a moment. And then he turned away.

"Heh… Lucky."

Mike stopped. Oh no. He'd messed up. He'd messed up big time… This was the part where the person who was mad at him allows the anger to boil and then they'd grab him and slap him. But no slap came.

Shaking his head, Scott got a far off look in his eyes, a light sarcastic smile touching his lips.

"Sure, Mike. Whatever you say…"

And then Scott turned around and went home. He went straight for his room, not even bothering with the package that had arrived. Mike would deal with it.

…

Mike came home in a hurry. He took the package inside and set in on the VCR. Then he ran upstairs and knocked on Scott's door.

"Scott…?"

He didn't answer.

Suddenly worried for him, Mike burst down the door.

Startled, Scott jumped from his place in the bed and got ready to run. Seeing Mike, his body untensed. Mike noticed how he'd been laying on the bed, face down in a pillow. His eyes were red.

"Scott…?"

Mike went over to him, offering an arm of support.

"I apologize… You-your life… You aren't lucky…" He muttered. Realizing Scott had barely even survived one of the locations, and with scars to show for it. Scott just stared ahead. He sat down on the bed, with Mike doing so afterward.

"Mike… You're a free man. I'm not your dad."

It was both a relief and heart crushing to hear that. Did Mike really want to do this? He'd be risking everything if he was killed, and Scott was a good man who'd had to deal with a lot. He wanted to be there for him in his old age.

But to abandon his sister now, as well as the other escaped souls? To have his father get away with his crimes…? He couldn't allow that to happen. He needed to free them.

…

After his first shift, Mike came home shaken. Scott was already in bed.

Mike got in his own bed, bidding him a good night.

A bit of guilt was in his heart, but he blew it away.

That was the routine for the whole week. And it was only five days this time - no catch. Mike was a little disappointed, he thought jokingly.

On a more serious note, Henry seemed to have it in his head that Mike wanted to die. He'd set fire to the place without making an escape route for him. Panicking, Mike looked for a way out.

Okay, so maybe he had wanted to die, before his talk with Scott. But now he knew he wanted to make it out of there alive. That he needed to make it out.

For Scott.

He'd promised Scott he'd be okay.

He smashed the window open, ignoring the shards in his hand, and sneaked out of it. Then he ran as fast as he could.

The rain poured hard upon the windowsills.

He didn't care in the slightest about being caught in the rain. He was free now. Every single soul that had suffered at Freddy's was now free… He laughed, sounding happy for the first time in a long time, though there was also an undertone of pain.

Raising his hand to knock, Mike found he hadn't needed to as the door swung open.

Scott pulled Mike into his arms, hugging him tight.

Mike hugged back, shedding the first tears he'd shed in forever.

He'd done it. And now Scott was proud of him too.

It had been all he'd ever wanted.

They went back into the house and Scott offered him a blanket. He smiled, and went to the couch. Scott sat beside him and Mike shared his blanket. The series finale of Immortal and the Restless was on, and they didn't want to miss it.

#fnaf #phone guy #michael afton #my writing #fanfiction #my rewritten timeline #probably gonna turn this into a game later on #dad!phone guy #michael gets a good dad #hurt/comfort #angst #five nights at freddy's

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hiii, dear! 💗

if you're still taking request for your drabble celebration could you do 1. hope and heartache 2. will miller 3. f reader 4. romance or friends, i don't mind 😄

Movie night confessions

Will Miller x f reader

@deans-ch-ch-cherrypie happy to create this gif you! I went with friends to lovers.

Words: 1,375

Warnings: mention of injuries

Prompts: hope, heartache

Part of my June Drabbles mini celebration | requests are closed indefinitely

It’s been two months since South America. Will threw himself into the VA job and tried to keep busy. Overworking did not help him think about things less, still, he did it anyway.

Will’s always been a thinker, an analytical type; his mind is always on. But working, giving talks, and lending an ear to soldiers and vets was better than sitting alone in his apartment.

Even with all of that going on in his mind, the thing weighing most heavily on Will, is you. He never confessed. He never told you how he fell in love with you years ago because Will believed he had nothing to offer you.

He’s retired, banged up, and his last relationship failed because of his trauma and deeply repressed anger. It took Will years, after the heartbreak from the broken engagement, to entertain the idea of possibly dating, but that didn’t work out either.

Will Miller feels broken. You, his princess, his close friend, his dream woman, you deserve the best. Someone without so many cracks and scars, someone who didn’t have to count things obsessively to give himself a sense of control and ground his busy mind.

So Will never made a move, never even thought of confessing. Will decided he'd keep this close to his heart and yearn for you from afar. All while being your friend and doing the best he could to care for you, and protect you.

Though Will had no intention of confessing his feelings, you possessed his heart, his thoughts. Especially when they were stuck in the jungle and the mountains. One of the soothing thoughts that got him through was you. Will imagined what life could be like if you were together, if he was a suitable partner for you.

In his heart, he hoped one day the confession that's grown so large inside of him would spill out, that he could relinquish control for just a moment. And at that moment of truth, you'd reply in happiness and excitement because you love him too.

Will is strong in so many ways, but when it comes to his heart, Will is fully aware he's locked it behind an iron gate, and after all this time, it felt too risky, too vulnerable to let it out. Even if he really wants to, for you.

Movie night has always been you and Will’s thing. It’s a tradition that started 3 years ago, you meet once, sometimes twice a month. You come over and spend the night, Will makes dinner. Though Will hasn't told you, your movie nights have always been his favorite day or days of the month.

Over the last two months, you noticed he was extra quiet, quieter than usual. You guessed it had something to do with the mission, but he didn't want to talk about it, though you two talked about almost everything. You decided not to push but left the door open, if he ever did want to talk about it.

Tonight is your third movie night in two months. Midway through the movie, you notice Will’s eyes wandering toward you continuously. He’s next to you, his strong thigh touching yours as it usually does.

You were always close to each other, on the border of snuggling whenever you could. So this is nothing new, but the way his eyes barely leave you is new.

When you make eye contact, and stare into his beautiful blue eyes, you see something deep brewing in them. You want to kiss him, to hold him, you’ve wanted to do these things for a long time.

But it has never been easy to gauge if Will is just a very caring affectionate friend or if his feelings for you are more - and the idea of making a move scared you.

You also felt pain in your heart because you are close to Will, and you know he, for some insane reason, thinks he's not deserving of love again. You want so badly to shake that thought out of him to make him see just how amazing and loveable he is.

You want him to see how much of a catch he is because the gorgeous, strong, smart, resilient man beside you doesn't see it himself. The only reason you had your ex-boyfriend and reopened a dating app this month is because you were filling space, space you imagined Will to hold in your life.

The prolonged intense gaze you’ve locked in is broken by Will. He clears his throat and looks at the tv. You sigh softly and sink back against the chair. Will notices.

“You okay?”

“Are you?”

Will promptly grabs the remote and pauses the movie. He shifts on the couch and turns his body to yours.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You’ve been weird, Will. You have for months and I get what happened was awful from what Benny told me. You can't hold all that in. You haven't even replied to Santi’s texts. You take forever to get back to Frankie. Your brother and I hear from you the most, but it's still sporadic."

You continue, " You’ve shut everyone out, me included, except for this little ritual. I can feel there is so much boiling up inside of you and I care about you, Will, I - “ you take a breath, his eyes are clear and moist as he hangs on your every word, “I want you to take care of yourself. I need you to take care of yourself and let us help you. We all love you…I love you.”

“You love me?”

You drop your head and bite your lip. Shit. It slipped out. Instead of feeling embarrassed, you decide to own it.

“I do. And I have for a long time. I’m not talking about in a friend or family way because I feel that too. But I - I love you, love you.”

Will's beautifully stoic face lights up as a smile reaches his eyes. You can see the relief wash over him. “I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“Really?” You inch closer to him.

“Yes. I didn’t think I was a - worthy partner, for you.”

“My God, I wish you could see what I see. What everyone else sees,” you cup his face with your hands, “you are. And I need you to believe that. I can’t convince you, you have to do it from here,” you touch his chest over his heart, “and here.” you touch his head.

Will nods. He knows he needs to do that work. He does. “I know, I will.”

You smile and softly press your lips against his. Will pulls you closer and initiates deepening the kiss. When it’s over, you feel blissfully high on him, on the taste of his lips, on his scent.

Your name is so soft, so gentle, so full of love on his lips when he says it, “everytime I let myself think of a future, I’ve got you right beside me. Even though I doubted myself, I never questioned that, not once. I’ve been in love with you this whole time, and I’m sorry it took me this long to say it.” Will holds your hands with his and kisses the knuckles on each.

“I can forgive the wait, Miller. Seeing as I was sitting on a confession too. What matters now is that we said it aloud, finally.”

“I’ll set myself straight. I don’t want to fuck this up with you.”

“I believe in you, Will Miller,” you plant a kiss on his cheek, his breathtaking eyes following your every move, “I have faith in us, in this.”

Will gently grabs the side of your face with his large strong hand and draws you into another kiss.

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