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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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Breaktime

Pairings: Wooyoung × y/n

Genre/tags: fuck buddies

Warning: 🔞cursing, sensual touching, making out, Pet name, semi public [lmk if i miss anything]

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Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

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It's friday. Last day of the week to work. Finally you can rest after this day ends.

It has been so hectic for you this couple of weeks because of the project your company has assigned your department. But now that everything is done and just waiting to be passed through the board members then it goes to the people that will execute, you are free starting 5pm this afternoon.

"Someone looks tired..." a familiar voice speaks as he enters the file room where you at. "Aren't you going to take a break?" His hands slides around your waist as he kisses the exposed skin of your nape. "You've put your hair up again... I like it..." he breathes into your skin.

"Wooyoung..." you whisper, "what are you doing here?"

"It's break time... its my time of the day..." he forwards his hips onto your back. The friction of his bulge to your behind is making you squirm inside.

"Can't it wait until the end of our shift? I'm a little..." you pause and suddenly moaned when his hands reaches inside your blouse, pushing your bra up so he can squeeze your boobs. "Busy.. " you breathe, shaking. He's playing your tip whilst his lips is lightly kissing your neck

"Are you?" He is still dry humping you from the back

"I am... I need to get this..." your mouth opens, throwing your head back. "Done..."

"I'll make it quick..." he whirls you around. "You know I can..." he smirks.

Your heart drops then when you heard someone enter the file room. You are hidden behind the huge shelf filled with boxes and files but still you're head is visible.

You turn around fixing your blouse and to peek who entered, "hello?" You ask as Wooyoung goes down to his knees. Not just to hide but to continue to itch his horny ass.

"Ah! Y/n you are here." It's Hongjoong. "Why aren't you out with the others? They are going to eat out somewhere."

"I had to dip. I need to finish something first before I could breathe again.. " you say, trying to smile

"I see... don't work too much. We are not rushing anymore as..."

You swear you are listening to Hongjoong explaining and giving you encouragement from the doorway where he's standing. BUT Wooyoung is making you crazy right now. He pulled your panties down so quick and begin to torture/pleasure you by f!ngering you. He likes to play you like this. He gets more excited when there are risk during our breaktime sessions.

One digit enters you and made you gasp. Luckily Hongjoong didn't noticed it. But then when Wooyoung decided to put another one. Now you lightly lost your balance. The way he moves his fingers in you is so fucking good! You could feel him moving and caressing your insides. Hitting the spot and making you more wet.

"T-thanks for that..." You say to Hongjoong. "I'll just finish this one and go for lunch then..."

"Okay..." he smiles and then his eyes looks at your expression. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine... just a little... off...you know.. girls have pain... when we have our periods..." you breathe every word out.

You are very careful with your breathing as Wooyoung thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

"Ah, yeah. I know that. My little sister says that too." He smiles and starts to walk back out. "Finish that quick okay? I will talk to you again later to know if you've eaten well."

"Okay!"

Finally! You two are alone again.

"Ah! Fuck!" You grasp onto the shelf for support as Wooyoung picks up the rythm.

"You're so sexy, darling." Wooyoung left kisses in between your thights before he let's you breathe again.

He stands up, leaving your skirt still up and whirls you back to face him. "That fucker likes you..." he groans before he crashes his lips to you. Forcing his tongue in and making sure you melt into his arms. "Little does he know... his crush... is having the best time... of her life with me..." he says in between kisses

"Shut up!" You hit him on the chest, rolling your eyes

"Why? Aren't you having fun?" He's wearing a smug on his face as he cages you with his whole body

"Are you just going to talk shit or are we going to fuck?" You put your arms around his neck "coz if you don't fuck me now... I'll call Hongjoong and ask him to play with me instead."

He snorts. "You are one naughty b!tch you know that."

"C'mon Wooyoung... time is ticking..." you tease him, kissing the corner of his lips, his nose and then his cheek.

He breaks an evil smile across his lips. "Turn around and bend over!"

You do as he says, thrilled.

"Make sure to hold on coz I will fuck you and make sure he hears it from outside."

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winter-spiders · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 11

Cafe/Meet Cute - WinterSpider 485 words

“Are you alright?” Bucky was pulled out of his head and looked up to a younger man with medium-length brown curly hair. “huh?” Peter tilted his head to the side and smiled. “You look lost and sad, are you alright?”

Bucky stopped for a second. And looked down at the laptop in from of him, it was a book he had been writing about his life in the military, and how he lost his arm and everything after. Had he looked sad enough to get more than just this guy's attention? Or is this guy just observant?

“Oh, uh, sorry, I'm writing something kinda traumatic, I'm sorry if I disturbed you” Bucky avoided eye contact while talking. “It's okay! I'm Peter, Uh, what are you writing?” Bucky looked surprised but smiled when he got this cuties name. Peter suited him perfectly.

“Oh! Uh, I’m writing about my time in the military” Peters smile shrunk a bit. “Oh, are you okay to write about it? Writing about trauma can bring up those issues and make them feel 10 times worse” Peter rambled on, Bucky had no idea how this sweet little angel knew so much about trauma, he just seemed so innocent.

“You seem to know a bit about trauma writing, are you a writer too?” Bucky asked, cutting Peters rambling off. “I am, but i dont write about trauma a lot, im a sci-fi and horror author, have you written anything i may have heard of?” Bucky had no idea how a kid as sweet looking as this could ever be a horror writer, sci-fi, maybe, but horror?

“Oh, uh, not really, its my first time writing something this long.” Peter smiled a bit, “If you need someone to ever proofread your stuff, Im here” Peter gives him a little card with his name, email and number on it. “Call me, i would love to get to know you more,” Peter pauses, “I don’t think i got your name” Bucky replied almost instantly “Bucky, Bucky Barnes” Peters smile grew even more “Hey, alliteration gang, Im Peter, Peter Parker” Buckys nerves shrunk a bit, he felt a little more comfortable around him.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Parker, i hope we can get to know each other a bit more, say over dinner some time? Maybe next friday?” Buckys nerves grew more, maybe he had read the situation wrong. But then Peter stood up, gave him a finally wave and yelled “Text me later about the date! I’m running late! Bye Bucky!” His nerves shrunk again as he was left alone in the small cafe, he pulled out his phone and texted a quick ‘Friday 5pm work for you? I can pick you up from the cafe if you want?’ Which got an almost instant reply “Looking forward to it, Mr Barnes :)’

Now Bucky had to find out what kind of books the younger man writes.

Imma be honest, i dont like how this one came out, but its whatever

#winterspider #winter-spiders #bucky x peter #peter parker #kinktober #bucky barnes #writer!Bucky #Writer!Peter

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stephspurs · 3 years

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Hi besties - here is part 6! We are officially halfway through this fic! Part 6 sees friendships blossom, situationships struggle, and cheeky intercontinental facetime chats! I hope you all are enjoying it as much as i am! I love hearing from you after you've read it! Love always, Steph xx

Part 6 | parte sesta

warnings; a couple of tugs on the heartstrings (in both the best and worst ways)

word count; 2301

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Friday 06/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)!

Tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven

link to fic masterlist here

Amelia had been back in Turin for a week or so, settling back into her city apartment had been more difficult than she anticipated as she was now alone for the first time in more than 2.5 months. It wasn’t very often, but sometimes she did miss the companionship of having a boyfriend. She missed someone to have breakfast with, to watch movies under the covers, to bring to official events. She still did all of these things, with a date, that was a friend, that sometimes maybe crept beyond the friendship zone and into the we shouldn’t be doing this but it feels so good zone.

Fede was someone that hung around Amelia like a fly to sugar. She enjoyed the attention most of the time. She appreciated his friendship, wisdom, talent and intellect. He could hold a conversation, talk to her about the arts, sell her the dream. She even didn’t mind it when they did cross that line a few times. Long afternoons and even longer nights spent wrapped up together in his bed sheets, her bathtub, his kitchen, her lounge room...you get the point. It was almost as though the two were in a committed relationship - committed being the operable word.

Fede wanted Amelia all to himself, and she was just that - available to him and for him whenever he wished, which was often. That’s what confused Amelia most, he didn’t want to label their situationship. He was happy to be ‘friends’ outside the four walls of their respective homes, but lovers when the curtains were drawn. She would maybe understand if he was elusive, always going out and on his phone but he wasn’t. He spent all of his time with her, there wouldn't have been enough hours left in the day if he separated those he spent with her from those he spent alone.

The Juventus players noticed this behaviour early on, seeing a noticeable difference in the way their number 33 paid attention to their tactical sessions. How he was turning up to the training centre early, with an extra piccolo for the english member of their coaching staff. Federico claimed he was helping Amelia brush up on her Italian, but having an Italian-born mother who insisted on sharing her culture with her kids, meant she was pretty much fluent in the language before arriving in Turin. His teammates weren’t stupid and neither was she.

This was the one area of her life where Amelia felt comfortable to go with the flow, she didn’t need to prepare or overthink anything to do with the charming Italian boy from Firenze. She let him take it at his own pace, she was in no need to rush. She let him take her home to meet his Nonna, she spent quality alone time with his dogs when he’s running late from training, and that’s a rare occasion being that it’s normally her there after him and he hangs back to drive them both home.

Everything was progressing at his pace, and the moment Amelia just asks for some clarification on the situation, he would get visibly stressed. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. And for a long time he could, he had Amelia's attention and affection at Juve, he even had it during their european campaign. At the end of the tournament, when they all broke up for their summer breaks, Fede conveniently waited until their final round in the shower, if you know what i mean, before pulling her into bed and having a heart to heart with her.

Amelia thought that she was finally getting the clarification that she was after, which in a way she did. Fede spoke whimsical words about how she makes him feel wanted and understood, and in turn he told her about the affects he knew he had on her. It was a conversation that would turn Shakespeare to a pile of rose petals. In the end, he told her that he wanted to continue what they had just how they had been doing it. And so, that's exactly how they left it. No labels. Friends outside of the four walls of their apartments. That was all Amelia needed to be able to enjoy her family holiday in Mykonos, guilt free, not missing the man that became the equivalent of her shadow.

The constant company she had in Mykonos compared to what she was experiencing in Turin made her more eager to return to work than she had previously. Of course, there are group chats and facetimes and phone calls throughout the days that kept her occupied, but she was missing the boys and her brother. Her friendship with Kyle was back to its old ways, memes being shared across the european continent, long phone calls to talk about their problems. Kyle knew all about the Fede x Amelia situation, Amelia having given him the sparknotes version over a wine filled zoom session one evening that same week. Their pre-seasons hadn’t gone back yet so they were able to indulge in a bit of vino, guilt free.

She was surprised about the constant contact, or lack thereof, that some of the boys had maintained with her. Ben Chilwell hadn’t once messaged or instagrammed the girl, despite being active in their group chats and liking her holiday pictures on instagram. He even made the rookie error of liking a picture so far down on her instagram, there was no way to explain his need for being there. She messaged him a couple times, assuming he just got busy with whatever he was doing, but there was radio silence on the other end.

A friendship she was surprised had blossomed so well, considering their flirtatious start to life, was with that of Jack Grealish and Tyrone Mings. There had been more facetimes than she could count between herself and the two villa boys. Whether it was Tyrone telling her about a book he had finished that he thought she would enjoy, or Jack asking her how to cook dinner, maybe even them both cooking dinner together - of course she had to have a later dinner to be able to do so, with the time difference and all...and there was no way Jack was going to be having dinner an hour early “athlete’s schedule an all tha ya’know” he would smirk down the camera, brummie accent on full display.

She met Tyrone through Jack, he facetimed the girl for outfit advice one night before going out with the tall defender and the pair hit it off. Both giving Jack the fashion advice he needed but didn’t want to hear (a Gucci two piece tracksuit set is never the answer). Tyrone immediately noticed a certain attention to detail being applied by his fellow number 10, to the tactics that were being put forward by the girl that was far too good at her job. His training was improving, his set pieces having a certain amount of flare. There was also a lack of attention being paid from Jack to other girls. Instead, much preferring to spend the evening at home watching the same netflix series as Amelia so that he could discuss it with her the next day, or better yet, at the same time.

As pre-season had commenced, Amelia had been applying the same tactics that she developed (and that obviously worked) throughout the European campaign to her Juventus club level. Having faith in the four men that were with her and the Azzurri to ensure that their other teammates were completing them accurately. It appears that her skill was widely recognised, having a few missed calls and voice messages left from English telephone numbers that she was yet to listen to. In all seriousness, she was nervous to listen to them. Worried that they would make her an offer she couldn’t refuse. A wise person once told her that you shouldn’t make any decisions whilst you're at the top of your happy, or the bottom of your sad. You should make important decisions when your life is at its constant. It's very easy to accept things that you wouldn’t normally when you're at the peak of your mood, just as easy as it is to forget the bigger picture when you're down. Who knew Kyle Walker was so wise.

“So, i’ve got a bit of a dilemma” She spoke down to her facetime camera one evening in early August.

“Hit me with it darlin’” Jack spoke back to her, getting his dinner utensils out so that they could cook together again. He didn’t like not being prepared for her tutorial, he got stressed if she added pepper and his pepper was still in his pantry. Each afternoon, when it was agreed upon what they would be cooking together that evening, she sent him a list of what he would need out on his bench to complete the meal.

“I’ve missed a few calls from English teleco numbers this last week or so”

“Ok? Do you think they’re scams? You’re beautiful Amelia but I don't think it's actually an Egyptian prince on the other end that wants to offer you 250k in exchange for your paypal info…”

“Ha ha very funny - that was one time ok and he wasn’t a Prince, he was claiming to be an investment banker and wanted to help me start up my portfolio-ANYWAY JACK I WAS 16! God just forget I even told you that story” Amelia barked down facetime, now pausing what she was doing to point at the British boy with her wooden spoon, the same way her mother would to her when she was being cheeky. All she was met with was boisterous laughter.

“Nah i’m only joking, continue with your story.”

“I began to listen to the start of one and it was a talent acquisition manager for one of the premier league clubs, offering me a job” Amelia said as she continued to stir her pasta. Tonight they were making penne arrabiata. She received no reply from the boy. Looking down to her camera to check the call was still active, she saw him looking at the camera with a serious expression.

“Are you going to tell me what the problem is before I start to get excited that you’re going to be living within driving distance from me? Oh god i’ve just realised - was it from Villa? You could be even closer than I imagined” Jack started to ramble, getting over excited with the prospect of being so close to the girl that he could physically hang out with her, instead of virtually.

“Jack calm down, I didn't listen long enough to find out what club he was from. I have 5 more just like it waiting in my inbox.”

“What's the problem then Mils?” Jack could see the girl had apprehension written all over her face.

“I’m just nervous that they're going to tell me everything I've always wanted to hear. That they’re going to make me an offer I can't refuse and I have to leave my life here.” Their pasta was ready to be dished up now, so the girl poured herself a glass of red wine and got herself comfy on her couch.

“Come on, play the messages and i’ll listen to them with you, be your voice of reason,” Jack offered the girl.

“I should probably call Tyrone, you’re just going to reject every club that isn’t Villa.” she laughed before switching facetime to her laptop, moving to the floor of her lounge room and resting her elbows on her coffee table. With the phone near the screen of her mac, she began to play the messages.

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“Hi Amelia, Shaun here from Newcastle United-” “As if you’d waste your talents at Newcastle”

“Jack! That's horrible! At least i know i already look good in the black and white striped kit”

“No, not happening. Next”

“Amelia, Hope you don’t mind but I got your number off of one of my players who knows you. Long story short, we have a position here are Arsenal” “Bloody Bukayo, needs to keep his silky mitts off ya”

“Jack, give it a rest or i’m calling Tyrone”

“Amelia White, Greg here from Aston Villa Football Club” “Get in Greggles!! That's it, stop listening, you’re taking this one”

“I need to listen to them all Jack”

“So, you’ll consider Villa?”

“I’ll consider all of them”

“You’d really go to Arsenal? Aren’t you a Spurs supporter? Shocking stuff”

“Ok maybe not all of them”

“Ciao Amelia, Mario here from Chelsea Football Club - I’ve heard nothing but good things about you. We could really use you here at Chelsea next season. Give me a call when you get a spare moment to discuss the opportunity”

“What? Nothing to say to this one, Jack?”

“Nah, sounds ok. You deserve to showcase your skills at a big club like Chelsea. And besides, you’ll have Jorginho there to look after you. Come on, next one”

“It’s the last one actually”

“Amelia, we’ve got a fantastic opportunity here at Manchester City for someone with your skill set. It would be a massive advantage to have your tactical insight to the game coupled alongside the fantastic leadership we’ve already got at the club”. “Holy shit, Pep called you himself? Kyle Walker really knows how to pull strings when he wants something”

“I am overwhelmed”

“Hey, you don’t need to make any decisions right now. Sleep on it, talk it over with your family. Speak to Jorgi, I know you’re close with him. And just let me know when you decide to pick Villa so i can start house huntin’ for ya”

“Night Jack, speak soon”

“Sleep tight darlin’, speak to ya tomorrow”

Part 7. | settima parte

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onewithnomightypowers · 3 years

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clandestine (chapter 5)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 5: the rumour has it

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated. thanks for reading <3

warnings: drinking, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

series masterlist main masterlist chapter 4 chapter 6

The video of Y/N and Tom singing ‘SOS’ broke the internet. It was trending for at least four days. The whole internet, already on the witch hunt to find evidence of a relationship, was being fed. The paparazzi were circling around like vultures. The threat of being outed made them hide in their caves.

Haz was coming to London in two days. Y/N was trying to rid the house of anything and everything that hinted that Tom had been staying with her. Between the paps, shooting, and Haz, she couldn’t find time to meet Tom and give him his things.

There were Polaroids scattered all over the house. While she was packing a box to parcel to Tom, she found a Polaroid on her glass coffee table next to her ‘vanilla sage’ candle from Bath and Body Works. In the photo, Y/N was lying on her stomach on the hardwood floor in her living room, a gin and tonic next to her. Tom was sitting on the floor with his right arm extended to take the photo. They were both smiling.

She remembered when he took that photo. It was the same day she found a vintage vinyl of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong’s ‘on verve’, during her exploration of Camden market. They decided to have a listening party of that album on the floor. Tom found his new favourite song that day, ‘let’s call the whole thing off’. She smiled at the memory. Instead of putting it in the box, she went into her room to put it in her wallet where only she could find it.

Y/N noticed her phone vibrating next to her purse. It was Harrison.

“Bonjour mon amour”,

“Hi Haz, did you board the flight?”

“Just did; listen you don’t have to pick me up from the airport, I know you are busy at work”

“Fine. Text me when you land”

“Su-“, she hung up the phone.

I can’t believe I have to live with this man for a whole week.

Haz came in late at night, even though his flight was supposed to land at 5pm. Y/N was already sleeping. When she woke up around 8 next morning, she found, much to her surprise, Haz snoring next to her. Last night she made sure that there was a pillow and a blanket on the couch for him, a subtle way of saying ‘I don’t want you sleeping in the same bed with me’. Also because she thought he knew about the affair and wouldn’t want to sleep next to her.

God, I wish I had another bedroom

Y/N was sitting on the bar stool with her laptop on the kitchen island, going through her mail while drinking coffee. Haz had just woken up from his deep slumber, and found his way to the kitchen to fetch him some coffee.

“Good morning!” she said enthusiastically, without looking up from her laptop screen. She had thought it was a sleepy Tom, coming out of the bedroom to make himself tea.

“Morning”, Haz said as a reflex, rubbing his eyes. Y/N’s smile disappeared upon hearing the sound of his voice.

“Did you make breakfast?” Haz asked while pouring himself coffee into a mug Tom had gifted Y/N.

“I made myself breakfast when I woke up, three hours ago. Was I supposed to make breakfast for you too?” It was a rhetorical question. Y/N noticed the mug, it made her uneasy watching a man she doesn’t love drinking from a gift given by the man she did love.

“There’s eggs and bread in the fridge, help yourself”, she pointed at the refrigerator.

As Haz cracked open an egg on the pan, Y/N received an email from Greta.

“Good news, Netflix bought the distribution rights to Greta’s movie, she just sent me a mail”

“Oh”

Oh? Seriously, oh?

“They are planning the premier for this Friday, do you want to go with me?”

“I don’t think so, I don’t really like the people you work with” he was putting butter on cold bread.

There is nothing more tragic than love turning into hate. Tragedy had struck their marriage. The rest of the week, they only spoke when they absolutely had to. It was like living with a roommate, you share a bed with but cannot share your day with.

It was Friday, the day of the movie premiere. Y/N was excited to see Tom after a week without him, which felt like an eternity to her. She was wearing a silver colored floor length gown with heavily studded earrings. Her hair was up in a bun with two strands out, to shape her face.

Since it was Netflix, the event could afford to take place at the Royal Albert Hall. Y/N had only been there once, for an Arctic Monkeys concert. When she stepped out of the car, she was met by blinding lights of the cameras. She walked over to the whole cast on the red carpet. The only thing she could hear was the deafening noise of photographers screaming to look towards them and in between, tabloid journalists asking her questions about her life and rumours.

Y/N was still pretty new to walking red carpets because she had mostly worked on indie films that couldn’t afford a grand premiere as most of the money would go towards entering different festivals. Y/N was wearing a mask of pure joy on her face but Tom could see right through it. He could see how uncomfortable Y/N was feeling.

He walked towards her, “you look gorgeous darling” he whispered in her ears and for a second that mask she was wearing became real. They both posed together, but regretted it immediately. The whole media went on overdrive, seeing them together.

“Are you guys seeing each other?” a person from the left screamed.

“Y/N, did you leave Harrison?” someone from the right asked

The voices were coming from everywhere. All they could do now was walk off the carpet. Tom had arranged for Y/N to sit next to her during the screening. His hand was linked with Y/N’s the whole time. He could feel her shivering.

“Are you cold?” he asked her.

“Not really”, she took a long pause. “I am just nervous about my performance in the movie and I guess the questions really got to my head, it’s all making me very anxious”

“Don’t worry babe, everyone is going to love you in the movie, and those hunters out there are shell of a person, all they care about are these bullshit rumours. They don’t deserve a house in your thoughts”

“Shhhhhh” someone whispered from the row above theirs.

Y/N’s phone was vibrating, it was Harrison’s fourth call in fifteen minutes.

Why is he not getting the hint that I don’t want to talk to him

She ignored it.

A few minutes later, her phone rang again.

What if it’s serious?

She got up and went outside of the theatre to take the call.

“What is it, Haz? You know I’m busy right now”

“Umm, are you Y/N?” A man with a heavy, older voice said.

“Yes?” She was confused. “Who is this and how do you have my husband’s phone?”

“Your husband is trashed, ma’am. He passed out on my bar counter about half an hour ago. Your number was on his emergency contact list so I'm calling you to pick him up”

“I’ll be right there, can you tell me the address?”

“Yeah sure it’s 141 Albert Street, Spread Eagle”

Tom came out of the theatre.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“I have to go pick up Haz, he’s splashed out on a bottle somewhere, bloody fool can’t even walk”, she said whilst texting her driver to pick her up.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, I need to deal with this alone”

She walked out the back gate and got in a black Audi.

The paparazzi had noticed her early departure, so they started following her recklessly.

It was a corner pub, the bar was at full capacity. Y/N saw Haz with his head down on the counter, an almost empty tequila bottle next to him.

“Haz wake up, come on, we need to go, get up darling” Y/N was trying to shake him awake.

“O-oh Y/N, y-you’re he-ear”, he was slurring his words.

“Yeah now let’s go”

He started to get up, Y/N had her one hand on his back and the other on his forearm, to support him.

“Honey I th-think I’m going to puke”, he looked sick.

“Is there a restroom here?” She asked the bartender. He pointed towards the corner of the room, a dimly lit area.

“Thank you”. She helped Harrison to walk to the restroom.

The washroom felt like their marriage. They were cramped up in it. The whole room was pure white but also yellow, caused by the lack of cleaning. There were no windows and had only one white florescent light. It was suffocating. The room made her realise that she could not hide from the inevitable, anymore.

Has was on his knees, holding on to the toilet seat with his dear life, puking all the poison out. Y/N was standing near the sink, taking off her statement earrings. She could see a vulnerable Harrison in the reflection of the mirror.

“I want a divorce”, she whispered, loud enough to be heard in this stifle room.

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knivesareout · 3 years

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Just one request for you: Steve jealous x fem! reader I hope you are well

oh god.... it’s funny because we were literally talking about jealous!steve in my discord chat aka THIS GIF

let’s see what i can do while i put writing my frankie fic on pause bc i’ve missed steve.

Steve liked to claim he never really got jealous. He was secure in your relationship- never concerned you’d leave him for someone else. His trust in you was implicit and never ending.

It was other people he didn’t trust.

Friday afternoon’s Steve always picked you up from work at 5pm sharp. From there you’d go get groceries to cook dinner and watch a movie curled on the couch. It was a tradition you’d both started once you moved back to the States.

Marcus was the new guy in the office and you’d been tasked with showing him around all week. He was sweet, quick with a good comeback and flirty as hell. Your entire office noticed it on day 2; how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and had brought you lunch just yesterday when you were stuck in meetings.

He’d never once asked about the ring on your left hand but it didn’t bother you. It was harmless and that was that was that.

As you pack up for the day, slipping everything in your tote bag, Marcus peeks around the corner of your office. “Hey, heading out?”

“Yeah. It’s been a long week and if I have to look at one more report, I think I might cry. You heading out too?” Shouldering your bag, you turn the lights off and brush past Marcus, closing the door behind you and placing your trash can just outside.

Marcus nods, pushing the button for the elevator while you two wait. “Got a hot date planned. Left over pizza and some movie I grabbed at the video store a block from my place.”

You two step into the elevator and you push the button for the ground floor and turn to Marcus with an apologetic look. “That’s rough. I’ve been there before. Hopefully it’s a good movie?”

“The guy at the counter said it was good. I’ll let you know on Monday.”

Once you reach the ground floor, you can see Steve outside leaning against his Bronco while he smokes a cigarette while he waits for you. It takes everything in you not to just run towards him, your hard day at work finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Marcus is by your side when you push through the building’s doors and he wrinkles his nose. “Man I wish people wouldn’t smoke so close to the building. Shit stinks.”

“Sorry,” you apologize sheepishly, beelining for your husband while he puts his cigarette out with the toe of his boot.

“You know him?”

You turn to Marcus and nod, sliding yourself under Steve’s arms with a content sigh. “Marcus, this is my husband Steve. Steve, this is Marcus- the new guy in the office.”

Steve nods his head in greeting, squeezing your hip tight. “Nice to meet ya.”

His tone is bored and you have to suppress the laugh bubbling up in your throat.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too.” Marcus looks extremely put out and turns to you. “I’ll see you Monday morning.”

You wave him off and lean up to kiss Steve’s stubbly cheek.

“What are you thinking for dinner?” You ask once you’re sat in the passenger’s seat and Steve is merging back onto the road.

“So we’re just gonna pretend like that guy wasn’t eye fucking you the entire time?”

“Shut up,” you cry, leaning over to smack his thigh except Steve catches your hand without blinking an eye and holds it tight.

“I’m serious, honey. I don’t tolerate other people lookin’ at you like that. Like they have a shot in hell. Is that ring I put on your finger not enough of an indication that you’re taken?”

You slide across the bench seat closer to him, and turn his head towards you when you stop at a red light. “Maybe you need to be more obvious. Could always mark me up,” you taunt him, pulling your hand from his to slide it up his thigh and close to his crotch.

“I think you’re right, sweetheart.”

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Kitten VI

Hello beautiful readers. I know many of you are itching for the next installment of these two.

Enjoy x

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Kylo Ren AU x reader

Warning ⚠️NSFW, semi public sex, sub/dom dynamic, phone sex, mentions of sugar dad

dies, Daddy kink (come on it was a matter of time kids).

I googled you.

You stared at the txt message from Kylo with a frown. Your mind instantly driving off the deep end and wondering what fresh hell he had found.

You quickly typed your name into google and scrolled through the first screen. Nothing exciting, the gallery website, a few videos of presentations you had done, some academic papers and art reviews.

You exhaled and sipped your tea, typing back a reply.

Should I be concerned?

Far from it. I watched your presentations. They were very good.

Warmth bloomed in your chest.

Thank you. But weren’t you bored to tears?

No, I like art. And the skirts you wear.

Ah.

I hope you weren’t having inappropriate thoughts at work again, Doctor. Control yourself. You can’t see but I am rolling my eyes ;)

Would you and your skirt like to come for the weekend?

My skirt and I would. Are you going to collect me from the gallery? I can show you around like we talked about?

Yes, see you tomorrow, Kitten.

—-

You found yourself glancing at the clock and your phone every 5 minutes after 5pm.

Last weekend had seemed like both a turning point and a reset, in whatever this relationship with Kylo was. You knew about each other now. Mostly surface level, although Kylo was proving to be a very layered and complex individual.

You had googled him, finally, last night. The results were mainly work related, impressive reviews and accolades amongst photos from upmarket social gatherings. Many images of him in suits, that made your mouth go dry.

Your office phone rang, making you jump out of your skin.

“Ma’am I have a Mr Ren here, saying you are expecting him?”

You glanced at the clock, a lot earlier than you had expected him.

“Yes I am, you can let him in, thanks.” You said to the head of security. They would have been starting to close for the day at the front entrance.

There was a knock at your door.

“Come in.”

Kylo walked in with a little smile, surveying your office, and then you, at your desk. You looked at him over the frames of your reading glasses, your lips curling into a smile.

He walked over to you wordlessly, you stood up to meet him, reaching for him.

“Hi” you breathed, pecking his lips.

“Hello my Kitten” he said softly, resting his lips on your forehead.

“I’ve still got a few emails to reply to.” You sighed, sagging against chest.

“I don’t mind, I promise I won’t distract you.”

The little smirk on his face told you otherwise.

He proceeded to sit in your desk chair and pat his lap, “come be a good girl and finish your work.”

Your inner sub purred.

You sat on his lap, he circled your waist and pulled you back so you were flush against him, your feet unable to touch the floor.

He lowered the office chair so it would fit under the desk.

You had to lean forward to use the keyboard and mouse, your bottom pressing into his groin.

God help me you thought, looking at the 10 unread emails in your inbox.

You opened the first one, as his hand slid under your blouse. You struggled to read the text as he unclipped your bra and his hands cupped your breasts, squeezing gently.

You cursed under your breath before hitting reply, you could feel his cock hardening beneath you.

“Your heart is beating very fast.” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck, thumbs rubbing your nipples gently.

“Gee, i wonder why.” you deadpanned, as your fingers flew across the keyboard.

He tutted, “Attitude, Kitten, don’t be a brat.” before tweaking both of your nipples and making you squeak.

“How many emails do you need to reply to?” Kylo asked.

“10.”

“I want you to count them down as you reply.”

“Yes Sir, 1.” you said as you hit send.

By email 5 you were hot and bothered. Kylo was whispering praises with a rough voice as you typed.

“Stand up.” he instructed, as you hit send on email 5.

You did as you were told, you heard him shuffling behind you, the zip of his fly, before his hands snaked around your front and undid your trousers, pulling everything down to your knees.

“Come, sit back down, on my cock.” His voice sounded strained as he guided your hips to the position.

You moaned softly as the head of his cock prodded your entrance. He pulled you down, with a groan, until you were seated back on his lap, stuffed full. “JesusfuckingChrist.” you whined.

“No moving until you are done with your work.” he breathed, nibbling the shell of your ear.

“You are cruel.” you hissed, before opening email number 6.

He chuckled darkly, before running his hands back up your blouse.

By email 10 you were seeing double, clenching around him to spite him.

“You little devil.” he hissed in your ear before groaning as you squeezed as hard as you could.

You hummed smugly as you typed. Hoping the recipients didn’t judge the plethora of grammatical errors too harshly.

“10!” you announced, as you hit send.

He stood up so fast you would have face planted into the desk, had he not been gripping your hips.

You braced yourself on the desk as he drew out and slammed back into you, so hard you were half winded.

“Fuck, this fucking pussy drives me wild.” he growled, the previous restraint evaporating as he began to piston into you.

God bless the solid oak of your desk, had it been flimsy, everything would surely be on the floor.

“Do you know how fucking, goddamn, sexy you look, sitting at this desk, hmm?” he hissed.

You could only whimper in response, your brain turning to mush.

“I swear to god, you are going to kill me.” he was borderline babbling now, his thrusts slightly erratic as his orgasm built.

“Sir-.. Kylo-...fuck, i need-”

“Cum on my cock Kitten.” he gritted out.

Like a good little sub, you did just that, whimpering, white-knuckling the edge of the desk as you climaxed.

He soon followed with a string of curses, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

You were utterly boneless when he pulled out, staying bent over the desk with your trousers, now at your ankles.

His lips on the small of your back brought you back to earth. He pulled up your trousers, and you laughed as you stood up, legs wobbly.

“Jesus Christ Doc.” you teased, turning to face him as you buttoned up your trousers, “now i’m going to have your cum dripping out of me for the entire tour.”

“A dangerous thing to say to me Kitten.” Kylo smirked, taking your face in his hands and kissing you softly.

You smiled against his lips.

You took him around the gallery, hand in hand.

“Tell me if you are getting bored.” you urged, running your hand down his chest. You had just finished a long spiel about the large Kandinsky painting, that was your personal favorite.

He had a soft smile on his face the whole time as his eyes flicked from you to the painting.

“Watching you talk so passionately will never be boring to me.” he murmured, “you look radiant, beautiful, i could watch it all day.”

You couldn’t help beaming up at him, heart fluttering.

You were still beaming as security let you out the front doors.

“Night boss.” The guard said cheerily as he shut the door behind you both.

“Who would have thought my little Kitten would be a big bad boss.” Kylo teased, as you walked down the steps.

You scoffed, “ha! Hardly! I like to think I am nice, thank you very much.”

He smacked your ass lightly, chuckling.

“Also I am hungry!” You announced, “so watch out.” You looked at him, through narrowed eyes.

He rolled his eyes, but was smiling at you fondly, “let’s get you fed then.”

You hummed happily as you came to his car, pausing to reach for his face for a kiss.

The weekend slipped by in the blink of an eye.

It was becoming increasingly harder, with every passing week to return to your home, alone.

You had finally convinced Kylo to stay at your place the next coming weekend. You had a feeling that it was a big deal (to him) to come to your home. He was giving over some of the control. Control made him feel safe - or so you theorized.

Your phone lit up on Wednesday night as you were crawling into bed.

I have a charity function on Friday night, would you like to be my date? It will probably be boring but less so with you there.

Wow, really selling it to me there Dr Ren. But yes, i will be your date ;) I hope you will be wearing a suit. I like you in a suit.

I will be wearing a suit, Kitten, just for you. Can i buy you a dress?

You smilled to yourself, biting your lower lip.

Are you going to be my sugar daddy now? ;) You can get me one, if you really want to, Daddy.

You saw the little dots that indicated he was typing stop and start for almost a minute.

Then your phone rang.

“Hello” you purred softly.

“Kitten.” his voice was a bit hoarse.

“Mmmm?”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Sitting in bed.”

“and what are you wearing?”

“A tee. That’s all.”

He made a strained noise.

“Is your cock hard for me?” You purred. “Wish I could take you in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” He hissed, you could hear a rustling sound as he put you on loud speaker.

You did the same, laying back against your pillows.

“Why are you all hot and bothered.” You asked innocently.

“Your. message.” He gritted out. You had no doubt he was fisting his cock.

“What about my message, was it when I called you Daddy?” You breathed, gasping as you grazed your clit.

The moan that crackled through the phone was confirmation enough. You rummaged in your bedside cupboard for your vibrator as your pussy throbbed relentlessly.

“What are you doing Kitten?”

“Getting my vibrator, I want to touch my pussy, Daddy, please let me touch it.” You whined.

“Sofuckinghotwhenyoutalklikethatfuck.” He babbled, struggling to play along.

“Dadddddddddy, please!”

“Touch that sweet little cunt baby, I want to hear.” He rumbled, you could here his little pants of exertion as he pumped himself hard.

A loud moan ripped out of your throat as you pushed the wand to your clit, pleasure shooting through your body.

“Daddy— oh fuck— I! I’m not going to last long!” You whimpered, back arching off the bed as you kept the wand pressed to your clit.

“That’s ok Kitten, let me hear those pretty noises when you cum, let Daddy hear them” he urged.

You cried out as you began to climax, surprising even yourself how fast you were over the edge.

A slew of cursing and groans came through the phone, suggesting that Kylo was in the same boat.

You lay, panting. The phone line was silent.

“Want me to call you Daddy next time we fuck?” You asked with a little laugh.

“Fuck yes i do.” He rasped.

—

#fan fiction #filth and smut #kylo ren au #kylo ren x reader #reader x kylo #smutbucket #kitten

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sheerbeautyreigns · 3 years

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DESIRE

Part 62

The next few days were pretty chilled for Joe. He had assembled some of his new gym equipment and caught up with some friends and family. Despite what had happened with Drew, he wasn’t annoyed with it. He understood where Drew was coming from and knew it was only fair to wait it out.

Joe hadn’t heard anything from Paul since they had their meeting in Houston, not until today.

“Hey,” Joe greeted after his cardio workout. “Hey, you OK?”

“Yeah, just doing some cardio. Gonna be a busy weekend with Survivor Series coming up.” He hated this small talk. “I just wanted to call as a few of your belongings are still here and just seeing when you want to come get them?”

“Oh, I thought I took everything.” Joe felt a little deflated as he shuffled around the island in his kitchen. “No there are still clothes here. You can come get them or I can drop them at yours?” Paul suggested.

“Um, I can collect them. I know you must be busy.” Joe guessed.

“Well I’m in Connecticut tomorrow but I’m here today? We should sort out what we can to do with this furniture too.” Paul’s words lead Joe to sigh at the feeling of things ending between them. “I can come around later, about 5pm if that works?” He didn’t really want to see him but best to get it over with.

“Yeah that’s fine. OK I’ll see you later.” Paul ended the call. Joe felt a horrible feeling in his chest as he ended the call. Paul was moving on. Joe thought he, himself was but apparently not. Paul still made him feel a certain way, despite the few months they’d been together and the drama they’d been through. He couldn’t finish off his work out as his head was filled with thoughts of Paul.

It was going on 5pm when he pulled up in Paul’s driveway. He hesitated a moment before getting out of the car. He actually felt nervous at the thought of seeing him outside of work. Just the two of them, no prying eyes. Slowly he got out and took the suitcase out of the trunk. Taking in a deep breath, he pressed the doorbell.

Moments later, Paul appeared wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of black cut offs. “Hey,” he mouthed with a small smile while on his phone. He gestured “one minute" to Joe as he tried to wrap up the call. “Sorry, sometimes Shane just never shuts up.” He eyed the case. “S'ok.” Joe forced a smile. “Hopefully this case will be big enough for whatever's left.”

He followed Paul down the hallway towards the bedrooms. His stomach dropped as he passed the master bedroom, where they’d spent nights together in each others arms after fucking. “You OK?” Paul snapped him from his thoughts. He didn’t realise he’d stopped. He blushed as his eyes met Paul’s. “Yeah, fine.”

“I put everything together so it won’t take you long.” He always liked to be organised. “Thanks.” Joe mumbled, pursing his lips. “I’ll be in my office if you need anything.” Paul told him before disappearing again. Joe took a moment to observe his surroundings before he started to pack his belongings up.

Meanwhile, Paul sat in his office staring blankly at the screen of his laptop before a frustrated sigh escaped him. He could tell that something wasn’t quite right with Joe, regardless of how cool he’d try to play it last Friday. The way he paused outside his bedroom. He knew that their relationship had taken a toll on him and that he needed to let him go.

At that moment, Joe lightly knocked at the door, interrupting his thoughts. “Yeah?” He got up out of his seat and opened the door. He could immediately notice the glassy look in Joe’s eyes. Like he’d been crying. The suitcase was set down by the front door. “That’s everything. Thanks for letting me come get it.”

“No problem. The furniture. I like everything we got so I was just gonna pay you back for your share. Unless there’s something you want?”

“It’s OK. It’ll look better here anyway.” Joe shrugged turning to leave. Paul watched as he grabbed the case and went for the door. He quickly stepped forward and closed it, looking into Joe’s eyes. “Don’t go. I can’t let you-" He could see that Joe was about to well up “Paul I-"

“I still love you.” He confessed just as Joe let go of the case and palmed his face, bursting into tears. Paul stepped forward and gently grasped his shoulders before pulling him into a hug. “I thought you were through with me.”

“I tried. Believe me I tried but I need you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.” He told him seriously, stroking the side of his face, wiping away his tears. “I’m just not able for this life. I can’t be what you want me to be-"

“You don’t have to anymore. If that’s what it takes to have you back, I’m prepared to make a change.” Joe looked at him innocently. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll give up the dominant role. No more games.” Joe couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “But, it’s been part of your life for so long?”

“I know but you’re important to me and I don’t wanna hurt you anymore. I just wanna take care of you.”

Joe could feel his heart racing as Paul placed his hands on his chest, their faces inches apart. “I…I…” Joe started, shutting his eyes. Paul moved a step back while the look on his face changed. “So much has happened between us. Some really bad shit. I need time.” Joe knew he would probably regret this decision but he had to do what was best for him.

Paul watched as he lifted the suitcase and opened the front door. He couldn’t see the lump forming in Joe’s throat. “I’m sorry.” Paul told him, holding the door open to which Joe just passed one last glance at him before loading his car and leaving.

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beanie-beebo-writes · 3 years

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Faith Pt.II

Category: Oneshot; genfic

Summary: Another life saved, another lost. Day in and day out it's the same for the Winchesters. Continuation of the episode from s1, Faith

In the life of a hunter, you couldn't have connections. Ties to the normal civilian life meant putting others at risk. Sam and Dean knew this, but nothing would stop them from feeling connected to the people they saved. Every once in a while, an opening would come up between hunts. Giving them the perfect opportunity to catch up on the lives of those they saved, however they could. Usually it was through local papers; it was safer that way. Calling meant the connection would still be there, and opened the possibility of a blossoming partnership.

One early summer afternoon, Sam and Dean had settled back into their chintzy motel room. Their previous hunt had consisted of nothing more than a measly vamp infestation, but still nonetheless grueling. It was enough to make Dean want to sleep for a few days after a nice, hot shower.

"I wish more hunts were this easy." Dean said, plopping onto the nearest bed.

"Yeah, you're telling me." Sam said, failing to observe Dean was on his bed. "Alright, I don't know about you, but I need a shower. I can still smell that last vamp we took out, perfume included."

"Bathroom's all yours. I need a breather, maybe a nap. Just don't use up all the hot water, Frieda." Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes before shutting the bathroom door with a huff. Dean gave himself an approving nudge on the shoulder and smirked.

"Dean 1, Sam 0." Dean muttered to himself triumphantly.

He momentarily began to doze, but it wasn't long before his thoughts got the better of him. It had now been almost two months since his father chose to sacrifice his own life for Dean. He still couldn't wrap his head around it all, of what exactly happened and why his father seemingly gave up so easily. He wondered exactly what could have been going through his mind when he did what he did. There were so many unanswered questions, ones he would probably never get the answers for. The likely deal his father made to save him was just as much of a knee-jerk choice as Sam going to that faith healer that one time. How desperate was his father to make such a choice?

Dean still remembered the look on Sam's face when he found out his brother had drawn the short straw, from that hunt not too long ago. He never was good at hiding how he really felt, not from Dean anyway. The hurt shone brightly in his younger brother's unshed tears, and it was obvious the only reason Sam brought him to the faith healer was out of desperation. But deciphering his father's true intent was like trying to focus a laser on a minnow in murky water.

Had Death whispered in his ear, or was he really so far out of options? Dean paused as the image of the reaper coming after him in Nebraska came to him. He shuddered as the memory clashed with his father's final moments.

Dean opened his eyes and sat up, suddenly feeling sick. A knot formed in his stomach for a completely different reason as a face wedged itself to the front of his mind.

He almost reluctantly opened up Sam's laptop and went through Ford City's past few obituary sections in the local papers.

There had been so much going on, he hadn't recently checked in on any previous hunt survivors. Guilt seeped deep into his heart. Last time they had talked, she had months left to live.

Sure enough, in the second most recent newspaper was Layla's face, sticking out like a sore thumb.

"Layla Rourke; beloved daughter, niece, granddaughter, and friend to many passed away Thursday, June 29th 2006. Services will be held Friday, July 7th at Munderloh Funeral Home from 1pm to 3pm and 5pm to 7pm."

Dean's stomach dropped. Another name to add to the list of the people who he didn't save, once again. He almost wanted to laugh, the last conversation they ever had, involved faith. Where was this so-called God now? Where was He whenever good people needed it most? It was easier to believe that a God never existed than to get his hopes crushed every time a life drained away, at his stupid expense nonetheless. Yet, the people who still believed, got their hopes crushed in the end. Dean only wished he knew how to feel.

"Hey, you okay?"

Dean turned around to a fully dressed Sam, fresh out of the shower.

"Uh, do you remember Layla? The chick who was at that faith healing session?" Dean asked.

Sam huffed in amusement. "Yeah, I definitely remember. Why?"

"She uh, her funeral is this week." Dean said.

"Oh.." Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wow, um. I'm sorry to hear that."

"I think I'm gonna head up to Nebraska, you good for a few days?" Dean asked.

"You sure you don't want me to come with? I'll be fine, but I know how much that last conversation…" Sam trailed off.

Dean clenched his jaw. "I need to do this by myself, Sam. I'll be fine."

"Alright, just let me know if anything comes up." Sam said. "I know you don't want to talk about it, but-"

"You're always there, blah blah. I know. Enough touchy feely crap, I'm headed out." Dean retorted.

"And Dean?"

Dean turned around, a hard glare set in his eyes.

"Just be careful."

Dean slammed the hotel door behind him in frustration, roared the Impala's engine, and sped off towards Ford City.

Dean pulls into a decent sized parking lot, thankfully while all the other grievers seem to be heading away for intermission. He takes a swig of whiskey and exhales roughly before heading inside the nearly empty funeral home to pay his respects. After finding his way to the correct viewing room, he comes across a shorter woman standing by the casket, blocking his view of Layla. He hangs off to the side out of sight, waiting until she is ready to leave the room.

"You can come up, if you wish. I won't be too long." She says.

"It's alright. You take your time." Dean says.

"You're not bothering me, hun. I don't bite." She responds.

He takes up the invitation; Dean figures it probably wouldn't hurt to give her some company.

"She really was something, wasn't she?" Dean asks.

She sniffles lightly. "Layla truly was one of a kind. One of the brightest souls I have ever had the blessing to come across."

Dean nods, taking in Layla's peaceful presence.

Brief pause. "How did you know her?" The woman asks.

"Layla.. She was kind to me even when I didn't deserve it. Even when I was for some reason chosen to be saved over her, she never held it against me. I think she even had faith for me."

"Yeah, that sounds like Layla. She didn't have a mean bone in her body. I'm Jamie, by the way; Layla's aunt."

"Nice to meet you; I'm Dean. Sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, same to you."

Another brief silence.

"You know, I may not know you, but I can tell you're worth more than you think." Jamie says.

"Sorry, but you are highly mistaken." Dean replies.

"Layla, she was a person of good faith. She only kept you around, if she felt your intentions were good. She may have been kind to everyone, but if you knew her, you also knew she wasn't one to condone ill intentions. If she had faith in or for you, you are a good person."

Dean didn't have an answer; his eyes focused on Layla.

"Did you come far?" She asks to break the tension.

"Uh, yeah," Dean finally glances back into Jamie's direction momentarily. "I was originally working in Jersey this weekend."

"Hm, now if you weren't a good person, then why did you come all this way for her?"

He stares at Layla's portrait next to the casket. He knows Jamie was trying to make a good point. Although, that point didn't condone everything he had done.

"It was nice meeting you Dean, take care." And with that she walks away, leaving Dean alone with Layla.

For a few moments, he didn't even know what to say. What could he even say? One of the last times they had been together, he stopped her from being healed. He felt so dirty, standing here when he clearly felt he shouldn't have been. It's not like his brother couldn't kill Azazel without him. Yeah, Sam would be broken without his brother, but not incapable. He would have Bobby at least. Sam survived college without him, he could have survived Dean pulling the short straw.

"Hi Layla.." Dean's voice begins to waver. "I bet I'm the last person you wanted to hear from, but.. I'm here anyway. I couldn't not say goodbye.."

Dean plays with the denim of his jeans awkwardly.

"Listen, about what happened months ago.. I need you to understand, I never wanted this to happen to you. The reason I was healed...wasn't God. Although, I'm sure if you were here, you would say so anyway. My brother brought me to Roy because... he was desperate. And.. He made a mistake. I mean, I guess if he didn't find Roy, we never would have met and I would have never saved those people.."

Dean pauses and glances behind him, making sure he was still alone.

"My brother and I, we hunt things..Unnatural things. I'm not going to explain everything but, if you were to follow us for a day, maybe you would understand. And what healed me, was something.. not natural. And God.. He wouldn't condone what it was. Now, I know I couldn't save you. But there hasn't been a day that has gone by, that I haven't regretted that. Hell, if anything, I would have traded my life for yours in a heartbeat."

Tears begin to sting his eyeline.

"Layla I.. I wish things could have been different for you. I'm sorry." He sniffled. "I know your Aunt Jamie was saying all these things about me being a good person, but.. If I was a good person, I would have let you be saved, even if it was unnatural. But me being me, I hunted the unnatural thing before you could get that chance."

Dean pauses to collect himself.

"Yeah.." He whispers to no one in particular.

He gives her a final farewell, shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, and somberly heads outside. Just after he walks out the double doors, a paper smacks him in the face causing him to flail briefly. After gathering himself, he holds out the paper to observe.. a poster appreciating the troops. "Thank you, for putting your life on the line. You are our hero."

Suddenly he looks up, feeling as if he has eyes on him. Standing across the parking lot in a beautiful, rose colored dress is Layla, smiling. Before Dean could think of what to do, she disappears.

Dean/Jensen tags: @akshi8278

#spn #supernatural #spn s1 #spn 1.12 #spn 1x12 #spn faith #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #spn gen #spn genfic #supernatural genfic #dean winchester #dean #layla rourke #classic supernatural #spn oneshot

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beanie-beebo · 4 years

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Oneshot: Dean pays respects to an old friend.

A/N I know I never really write like I used to, but I do come up with a few good things now and again. Enjoy. ❤

In the life of a hunter, you couldn’t have connections. Ties to the normal civilian life meant putting others at risk. Sam and Dean knew this, but nothing would stop them from feeling connected to the people they saved. Every once in a while, an opening would come up between hunts. Giving them the perfect opportunity to catch up on the lives of those they saved, however they could. Usually it was through local papers; it was safer that way. Calling meant the connection would still be there, and opened the possibility of a blossoming partnership.

“I wish more hunts were this easy.” Dean said, plopping onto the nearest bed.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” Sam said, failing to observe Dean was on his bed. “Alright, I don’t know about you, but I need a shower. I can still smell that last vamp we took out, perfume included.”

“Bathroom’s all yours. I need a breather, maybe a nap. Just don’t use up all the hot water, Frieda.” Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes before shutting the bathroom door with a huff. Dean gave himself an approving nudge on the shoulder and smirked.

“Dean 1, Sam 0.” Dean muttered to himself triumphantly.

He momentarily began to doze, but it wasn’t long before his thoughts got the better of him. It had now been almost two months since his father chose to sacrifice his own life for Dean. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it all, of what exactly happened and why his father seemingly gave up so easily. He wondered exactly what could have been going through his mind when he did what he did. There were so many unanswered questions, ones he would probably never get the answers for. The likely deal his father made to save him was just as much of a knee-jerk choice as Sam going to that faith healer that one time. How desperate was his father to make such a choice?

Dean still remembered the look on Sam’s face when he found out his brother had drawn the short straw, from that hunt not too long ago. He never was good at hiding how he really felt, not from Dean anyway. The hurt shone brightly in his younger brother’s unshed tears, and it was obvious the only reason Sam brought him to the faith healer was out of desperation. But deciphering his father’s true intent was like trying to focus a laser on a minnow in murky water.

Dean opened his eyes and sat up, suddenly feeling sick. A knot formed in his stomach for a completely different reason as a face wedged itself to the front of his mind.

He almost reluctantly opened up Sam’s laptop and went through Ford City’s past few obituary sections in the local papers.

There had been so much going on, he hadn’t recently checked in on any previous hunt survivors. Guilt seeped deep into his heart. Last time they had talked, she had months left to live.

Sure enough, in the second most recent newspaper was Layla’s face, sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Layla Rourke; beloved daughter, niece, granddaughter, and friend to many passed away Thursday, June 29th 2006. Services will be held Friday, July 7th at Munderloh Funeral Home from 1pm to 3pm and 5pm to 7pm.”

Dean’s stomach dropped. Another name to add to the list of the people who he didn’t save, once again. He almost wanted to laugh, the last conversation they ever had, involved faith. Where was this so-called God now? Where was He whenever good people needed it most? It was easier to believe that a God never existed than to get his hopes crushed every time a life drained away, at his stupid expense nonetheless. Yet, the people who still believed, got their hopes crushed in the end. Dean only wished he knew how to feel.

“Hey, you okay?”

Dean turned around to a fully dressed Sam, fresh out of the shower.

“Uh, do you remember Layla? The chick who was at that faith healing session?” Dean asked.

Sam huffed in amusement. “Yeah, I definitely remember. Why?”

“She uh, her funeral is this week.” Dean said.

“Oh..” Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wow, um. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I think I’m gonna head up to Nebraska, you good for a few days?” Dean asked.

“You sure you don’t want me to come with? I’ll be fine, but I know how much that last conversation…” Sam trailed off.

Dean clenched his jaw. “I need to do this by myself, Sam. I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, just let me know if anything comes up.” Sam said. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but-”

“You’re always there, blah blah. I know. Enough touchy feely crap, I’m headed out.” Dean retorted.

"And Dean?”

Dean turned around, a hard glare set in his eyes.

“Just be careful.”

Dean slammed the hotel door behind him in frustration, roared the Impala’s engine, and sped off towards Ford City.

~~~

“You can come up, if you wish. I won’t be too long.” She says.

“It’s alright. You take your time.” Dean says.

“You’re not bothering me, hun. I don’t bite.” She responds.

He takes up the invitation; Dean figures it probably wouldn’t hurt to give her some company.

“She really was something, wasn’t she?” Dean asks.

She sniffles lightly. “Layla truly was one of a kind. One of the brightest souls I have ever had the blessing to come across.”

Dean nods, taking in Layla’s peaceful presence.

Brief pause. “How did you know her?” The woman asks.

“Layla.. She was kind to me even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I was for some reason chosen to be saved over her, she never held it against me. I think she even had faith for me.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Layla. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body. I’m Jamie, by the way; Layla’s aunt.”

“Nice to meet you; I’m Dean. Sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you, same to you.”

Another brief silence.

“You know, I may not know you, but I can tell you’re worth more than you think.” Jamie says.

“Sorry, but you are highly mistaken.” Dean replies.

“Layla, she was a person of good faith. She only kept you around, if she felt your intentions were good. She may have been kind to everyone, but if you knew her, you also knew she wasn’t one to condone ill intentions. If she had faith in or for you, you are a good person.”

Dean didn’t have an answer; his eyes focused on Layla.

“Did you come far?” She asks to break the tension.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean finally glances back into Jamie’s direction momentarily. “I was originally working in Jersey this weekend.”

“Hm, now if you weren’t a good person, then why did you come all this way for her?”

He stares at Layla’s portrait next to the casket. He knows Jamie was trying to make a good point. Although, that point didn’t condone everything he had done.

“It was nice meeting you Dean, take care.” And with that she walks away, leaving Dean alone with Layla.

For a few moments, he didn’t even know what to say. What could he even say? One of the last times they had been together, he stopped her from being healed. He felt so dirty, standing here when he clearly felt he shouldn’t have been. It’s not like his brother couldn’t kill Azazel without him. Yeah, Sam would be broken without his brother, but not incapable. He would have Bobby at least. Sam survived college without him, he could have survived Dean pulling the short straw.

“Hi Layla..” Dean’s voice begins to waver. “I bet I’m the last person you wanted to hear from, but.. I’m here anyway. I couldn’t not say goodbye..”

Dean plays with the denim of his jeans awkwardly.

“Listen, about what happened months ago.. I need you to understand, I never wanted this to happen to you. The reason I was healed...wasn’t God. Although, I’m sure if you were here, you would say so anyway. My brother brought me to Roy because... he was desperate. And.. He made a mistake. I mean, I guess if he didn’t find Roy, we never would have met and I would have never saved those people..”

Dean pauses and glances behind him, making sure he was still alone.

“My brother and I, we hunt things..Unnatural things. I’m not going to explain everything but, if you were to follow us for a day, maybe you would understand. And what healed me, was something.. not natural. And God.. He wouldn’t condone what it was. Now, I know I couldn’t save you. But there hasn’t been a day that has gone by, that I haven’t regretted that. Hell, if anything, I would have traded my life for yours in a heartbeat.”

Tears begin to sting his eyeline.

“Layla I.. I wish things could have been different for you. I’m sorry.” He sniffled. “I know your Aunt Jamie was saying all these things about me being a good person, but.. If I was a good person, I would have let you be saved, even if it was unnatural. But me being me, I hunted the unnatural thing before you could get that chance.”

Dean pauses to collect himself.

“Yeah..” He whispers to no one in particular.

He gives her a final farewell, shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, and somberly heads outside. Just after he walks out the double doors, a paper smacks him in the face causing him to flail briefly. After gathering himself, he holds out the paper to observe.. a poster appreciating the troops. “Thank you, for putting your life on the line. You are our hero.”

Suddenly he looks up, feeling as if he has eyes on him. Standing across the parking lot in a beautiful, rose colored dress is Layla, smiling. Before Dean could think of what to do, she disappears.

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A Twist of Fate ch.30 -True Love's Despair

The Elementalist au

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

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This AU is set after everyone graduates Penderghast, and Beckett and Oriana were never friends. Fate, however, may have a different plan for them.

Beckett was able to avoid his friend’s questions Thursday, but when Friday arrived, they both jumped on him almost as soon as he walked in the door. Late. Again.

“Happy hour!!” Tom cried. “I have permission to stay out until 8pm!! But then I have to put the kids to bed so Jesse can have a break…”

Beckett rolled his eyes. “I don’t think we’ll be out that late, guys. It doesn’t take three hours to drink two pitchers.”

“What I’m saying is, there’s no rush. Jesse and Melissa are both worried about you. They can’t believe Oriana just up and disappeared.”

“There were a few uh…select words Melissa used about the situation.” Dave grimaced.

“She’s coming back.” Beckett replied. “Don’t talk bad about her.”

“She was actually wondering who you’ll be spending Christmas with?”

Beckett blinked. He hadn’t even thought of the holidays that were fast approaching. “I haven’t thought about it. I’ve never been big on celebrating holidays, it was never a big thing in my family. So…I’m probably doing nothing.”

He frowned thinking of his last encounter with his parents. If they knew Oriana was gone, they’d probably be thrilled. Katrina had called him a couple of times, but he ignored the calls and didn’t return them. He didn’t know what to say.

“I’ll…see you later.” He mumbled, turning on his computer and getting settled. Overall, he was feeling better. He was no longer nauseous; his friends were making sure he was eating. He was still barely sleeping, but it was better than nothing. All the same, he was broken, and only Oriana could put him back together. He knew neither Dave nor Tom would be as forgiving when she showed up again. Or their wives, apparently.

At this point…I wonder if it’s even possible to forgive her. She’s been gone five days without a trace.

He tapped his pen against the wooden desk. He’d called all the area hospitals and police stations. He had managed to get through to Shreya, and she seemed genuinely surprised that she hadn’t heard a thing. It was the same with Zephyr.

There was only one person left he could think of to get in touch with, and he really didn’t want to find his phone number. Is it worth it? What will he do if he finds out she’s missing?

He pondered the question. But he needs to face facts. It’s possible Oriana went back to Chase, and as soon as he’s done doing god knows what to her as punishment, he’ll send for her things. Shaking that from his thoughts, he searched the internet for his phone number. Once he found it, he took a deep breath…and dialed from his work phone. It rang twice.

“Hello?” The voice sounded through the speaker.

“H-hi, Chase, this is Beckett. Harrington.”

The was a pause on the other end of the line. “The fuck you want? How’d you get this number?”

Beckett cleared his throat nervously. “I was wondering…uh...if you’ve seen…”

Suddenly loud laughter crackled through before Chase spoke again. “She left you, didn’t she? It was only a matter of time, loser.”

“But…”

“Look, I don’t know where she is, but she’s not here. And if she shows up, her ass will be on the street anyway. I know she’s been fucking you, but I didn’t give her permission to, like I did with…”

Beckett hung up, anger coursing through him. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to call that guy. But at least Oriana isn’t there.

He felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. Relief that she wasn’t with Chase, but disappointed because he had nothing else to go on. But as long as her things were still in his house…there was hope she’d return.

Turning back to his computer, he opened file after file, inputting notes and adding instructions, going through the motions as though he was on auto-pilot. At lunch, Dave dropped a sandwich off at his desk that Melissa had made him. I can’t believe someone else’s wife is taking care of me…making sure I eat. This is ridiculous, I have to pull myself together. I can use the locator spell later, to hell with telling her I wouldn’t use it. This is my life and I’m going to put it back together. I have plenty of her things, it’ll be easy enough. She’s had enough space. No more.

Nodding to himself about his plan, he attempted to focus the rest of the day, and when 5pm rolled around, the three men went to their usual bar.

Beckett hadn’t been planning on drinking a lot as he was going to search for Oriana right after, but his glass kept filling up with fresh beer. Since he didn’t drink all that much, by his third glass he already felt a bit tipsy. The guys were talking about anything and everything that didn’t evolve around relationships. Beckett was half-heartedly chiming in every now and then. He knows they mean well but…

“I’m going to find her tonight.” He suddenly announced. “I have a lead and I’m going to use it. I’m finishing this drink and I’m going.”

“What’s the lead?” Tom asked uncertainly.

Beckett just shrugged. “Let’s just say I have access to some excellent resources.”

“Then why did you just drive around looking? Why not use those resources before?”

“She told me not to.”

Dave spoke quietly. “Look, Beckett…it’s been five days. I hate to say it but…I don’t think she’s coming back or she would have by now. I hate seeing you so distraught every day and now that it’s the weekend…”

“We won’t be around you all day to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.” Tom finished. “And honestly…we’re all pretty pissed at her for doing this to you. It’s not right.”

Beckett slammed his glass down on the table. “You guys just don’t understand. You don’t know the full story. The things she said to my parents? She defended me so fiercely and with so much passion. You didn’t see it. You didn’t hear it. You weren’t around her on a daily basis, you have no idea what she’s truly like. Something bad happened after dinner and it triggered a flight response in her. She thinks she’s protecting me. She literally thinks that leaving me was the best thing she could do to protect me. It’s not that she doesn’t love me because she does. It was the last thing she said to me. So I would appreciate it if you would all lay off her, because I will get her back. And then you will accept her again as though she never left. Nothing is her fault. It’s not my fault. It just happened.”

He picked up his beer again and downed it before noticing his two friends were still staring at him, surprised by his outburst.

“What?” He asked angrily.

Tom finally managed to speak. “I’ve never seen you be this vocal before. In fact…you’ve never been this assertive. It’s just surprising.”

“Do you need help? Whatever you need, we’ll be there.” Dave added. “I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t realize…you didn’t tell us exactly what happened. I shouldn’t have assumed to know anything. Seriously, Beckett, let us help you. That’s what friends do.”

Beckett blew out a breath. “And I told you before, I don’t need help. I can do this on my own.”

“Of course, you can. But you don’t have to.”

Beckett looked back and forth between his friends faces and found himself nodding. “Okay. If what I have planned doesn’t work…then you can help figure out my next move. But let me try this first.”

For the first time in a week, he had hope that he was going to find her. He’d go home, get one of her bracelets, perform the spell, and have her back within the hour. He was completely positive.

Meanwhile….

“Have a good weekend, Oriana. See you Tuesday. Let me know if you want us to still screen your calls.”

Oriana looked up from her desk and gave her colleague a half-smile. “Thanks Linda. Enjoy your weekend.”

“Are you doing anything fun?” Linda asked

Oriana thought about the plan she had for the evening. “No. Not even close. See you Tuesday.”

It was 5:05 on Friday night and she was leaving the Aquarium along with everyone else. She’s been doing this every day since she ran away from Beckett. She couldn’t believe she hurt him. The guilt was eating her alive. She’d shut off her cell phone, so she wouldn’t be tempted to answer his calls or call him herself. She knew he was worried sick, literally, she was nauseated and throwing up on a regular basis, and she knew he wasn’t okay by any means. She wasn’t either. In fact, leaving him took the last amount of strength she had, and she’s been miserable ever since. She was starting to question whether she’d made the right decision or not.

She knew he’d called looking for her, but she was having the secretary screen the calls for anyone not business related. She’d given Linda several names specifically, and if it were one of them, she was to inform that Oriana had not shown up all week.

She felt terrible for lying, terrible for making her colleagues lie, and terrible knowing how Beckett felt when Linda told him she wasn’t around. That’s what was making everything so much worse. The fact that she could still feel him. She’s been searching for ways to block it, but so far has come up blank. Just like magick is innate…so are these types of connections.

There was a cab waiting to take her to Beckett’s house. She’d told everyone that her car was in the shop getting fixed after being rear-ended, but now that it was the weekend, she needed it. She was hoping that Beckett’s friends persuaded him to go to the bar that night. They hadn’t been out just the guys in a while, and she had a feeling they would drag him there even if he refused. She was counting on it.

Normally at this time of day, she just made a lap around the block a couple times before returning to the Aquarium. She’d unlock the door, slip back in unnoticed, locking it behind her. It was a well-equipped building with tons of supplies. There was a couch in the employee lounge that she slept on, there were extra blankets, laundry machines, microwave, refrigerators, and extremely large showers. Monday after work she’d gone to get several new outfits and toiletries, since all of hers were at Beckett’s and also picked up food for the week. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but she managed, and no one knew what she was doing. But now she needed to do something different. She’d found a nearby hotel that gives discounted rates for long-term stays. She was only booking by the night, but had an agreement with the manager to not be forced to switch rooms if she stayed. Each room was equipped with a small kitchenette, a television, fridge. She’d stay there until she found an apartment, which she’d already found a couple online she’d tour this weekend. Another reason she needs her car. She’d even taken the coming Monday off in case she needed it, in case, miraculously, she found somewhere she could move in right away, or needed to continue her search.

Driving across town in the backseat of the cab, she let her tears silently fall as she kept thinking of Beckett’s face when she’d physically harmed him. It was the exact thing she was terrified of the entire time she’s known him. He should have listened to her when she said she wasn’t good for him, that she was dangerous.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as the car approached her house. Only Beckett’s house now. She thought miserably. She was right, there was no sign of him. His car wasn’t there. Paying the cabbie, she stepped out, inhaling the fresh air, letting the cold wind dry her tears. She knew what to do. She went inside.

Several Hours Later…

Beckett finally arrived home, glad his friends let him go after he’d sobered up a bit. As he approached his house, his heart basically stopped beating. His driveway was empty, Oriana had come while he was out. Cursing under his breath, he dashed inside, calling her name and running up the stairs into the spare bedroom, stopping short when he saw the empty dresser drawers and empty hangers in the closet. There was nothing in the room. He went into the bedroom they shared, already knowing what he’d find, but needing to see it. Sure enough, everything of hers was gone, including any dirty clothes that hadn’t been washed yet. He tore through the upstairs rooms, not even noticing that several of his shirts were missing as she’d taken them with her.

Numbly he went back down the stairs. There’s nothing left. I have nothing to use to find her.

Walking into the kitchen he immediately noticed something left on the counter. He picked up her key and stared at it, wondering if he could use it to locate her, quickly muttering the spell…but nothing happened. He felt nothing. There was no pull, no sense of direction.

That’s because technically it’s not her key…it’s my spare key. We never made one just for her.

Realization hit him like a freight train. She’s really gone. She came here, she was waiting until she thought I would definitely not be home. And she knows me well enough that she was right.

He collapsed against the wall, sobbing. There was no way to find her now.

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escapingpost · 5 years

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The Heartbreak Club (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2: The Real Kim Hana

previous: chapter 1

Someone calls out your name, your real name. You were in a hospital gown laying down in bed. You had your laptop plopped on your lap desk and was busy watching a drama. You pause the video when your mom comes in with lunch.

“Are you feeling better?”

You give her a fake smile, “Yeah.”

“That’s great to hear.” She says softy. Both of you look at each other as if you knew of each other’s lies. Your mom looks at your screen, “You watching that club show?”

““The Heartbreak Club”, mom.”

You let her unpack the food on the table in your hospital room and continue to watch.

“I thought we could at least be friends again.”

“Friends again? After what you did to me?”

“Hana, I’m sorry.”

“Even if you apologized a thousand times, nothing is going to change.”

You pause the scene and click your tongue, “I can’t believe she won’t forgive her!”

You mom peeks over your shoulder, “You’re too invested in that drama.”

“Well if I can’t live until I’m in college, might as well live it through this show.”

Your mom angrily says your full name, “Can you cut the negativity?”

The truth was your body was getting weaker and weaker as time passed by. One by one your organs were failing and you were just a living machine. A part of you just wanted to get everything over with.

You cross your arms and stare at Kim Hana on the screen of your laptop.

On the other hand, even if you had to be the villain of a melodrama, you would do anything to live.

The sun rays through your window blinds wake you. The first thing you feel was the heavy feeling in your chest. It was not until you wipe your face that you realize the tears that you shed.

You get up and see Kim Hana’s bedroom. Everything was clearer to you now. ‘Is this my second chance?’

You look at the dull interior of Hana’s bedroom. But why were you given someone else’s life to live? This was especially weird because you were a character in a drama.

You get up from bed and open Kim Hana’s closet. You quickly look through her clothes and then look at her desk.

Other than the busy desk that was Kim Hana’s studying sanctuary, her room was similar to yours. It was clean and almost looked like no one lived in the room. The color of the clothes were all muted or black and white. Hana had almost no make up or any items that young girls in their twenties would have.

You then remember the real Kim Hana in the beginning of the drama. She came from a single parent household. Her father would shower her with praise and try to play both roles of a mother’s warm love and a father’s protection. It was not until a traumatizing event that turned her sour. She took her father’s praise and turned herself conceited. Her personality made her the target of bullying and it ultimately lead up to setting up a defense for herself.

When she was accepted to her dream college, all she wanted was to graduate with top marks. She wanted to be the top, where no one could touch her and was willing to do anything to protect her pride.

Her backstory was a melancholy one, but it never excused all the horrible things Kim Hana did throughout the drama. She was meant to be an antagonist.

You could change it.

You didn’t have the same experiences as Kim Hana.

You were a blank paper.

A light bulb popped up in your mind and you grabbed a pen and post-it notes.

Go to Han River and bask in the sun. +Get a tan.

Join a fun club at school.

Get a part time job.

You blow your cheeks, ‘What else did I want to do?’

Go on a trip with a big group friends people.

You start sticking up the post-it notes on your wall and scratch your chin in contemplation. You were only basing these experiences from what you saw in the dramas. ‘We’ll start with this for now.’

You check your phone for the the date.

It was a Friday morning. You smile at the perfect timing. ‘Right before the weekend.’

You continue to search through Hana’s phone and read the text message from Yohan.

Now that everything was clearer to you, you remembered exactly what was going to happen at the 5PM meeting and wasn’t going to be pretty.

You have a choice of acting exactly how she was going to or save the both of you.

You look at your bucket list wall, ‘If I need people for my trip, then the engineering department would be the best bet, right?’

You bite down a foolish smile just thinking about a trip to outdoor setting. You were given a second chance to live your life and you were going to live to the fullest.

‘If I’m going to be Kim Hana, I gotta be comfortable walking in her shoes.’ You open Kim Hana’s closet and try to find the brightest colored shirt. Deep into the closet there was a plain yellow t-shirt. You pull it out from closet and pair it with light wash denim jeans.

If there was one thing Kim Hana hated it was bright colors. The female lead and her had that great distinction from each other. Kim Hana’s cold personality showed through her clothing. On the other hand, the female lead, although a little clumsy, was always dressed like a flower in the spring.

You take off the calendar that blocked the closet mirror and stood in front of it. ‘Now that you’re actually wearing something colorful, you’re not half bad, Kim Hana.’

The small change did not end there. You find a scrunchie inside one of the drawers and pull your hair back to tie into a high ponytail. Kim Hana’s dark long locks always felt stuffy, just like her. You tilt your head to one side and then the other side. You check out all angles of your new hairstyle and smile, “Kim Hana, I’ll make sure to take care of this life.”

next: chapter 3

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niall-is-my-dream · 5 years

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Lost Without You - Part Five

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Your back was pressed against the door to your dorm, but the goosebumps all over your body were caused by one thing only, Niall. His hands gripped your bum as he fucked you, the door rattling with every thrust.

When you'd opened the main door to him you couldn't hide your excitement, you'd both practically ran up the stairs to your room. Rushed misplaced kisses as you took each step, desperate to be alone together after more than three weeks apart. You pulled off his jacket before you'd even reached your room, his t-shirt before the door was even closed.

Undoing the button on his jeans and pulling them to his ankles you'd planned to take him in your mouth, but Niall had other ideas.

"Need ya petal, need to be inside ya." His voice pained by frustration.

You pulled your t-shirt off and stepped out of your shorts and underwear all whilst Niall was touching and kissing every inch of your skin. His hands fell to your waist, thinking he was going to guide you to your bed, you gasped when he bent his knees and picked you up. Lining himself up, both of you moaned and sighed as he filled you up. His face fell to between your breast and he nipped and sucked at your nipples as you tugged at his hair.

"Hmmm missed you so fucking much." He said his breath haggered.

You panted out his name as he pounded into you, pulling his face up to yours you kissed him with everything you had.

Both of you came undone at the same time, you threw your head back against the door breaking your kiss. Niall leaned his head into the crook of your neck and he thrust a few more times until he was completely spent.

There was no noise in the room except for the breathless sounds of you both panting. Catching his breath he leaned across and captured your lips in his, a soft kiss that made you smile against his mouth.

"I missed you too." You finally replied.

Neither of you bothered getting dressed, instead you climbed into your bed and cuddled up to each other. Although you had messaged every day, you still spent the next few hours talking about what you'd been up to the last three weeks.

"Can't even begin to tell you how jealous I was about you going to see Wild Youth." He said as he pulled you closer to him.

"Must be rubbish missing out on your friends gigs and stuff."

"Yeah it is, but I was more worried about you and the lads, didn't want any of them to be flirting with you."

"Well one of them did, but I managed to brush him off."

"Which one?!" He said as he sat up slightly leaning on his elbow.

"I'm not telling you that."

"I'll ask Conor."

"Who said it wasn't Conor?!" You smirked.

"I'll kill him." He smirked back.

"No, it wasn't him. Just someone from their team. It was nothing."

You joked around a little bit more before your innocent little kisses that had been shared during your time in bed turned to more. Taking things slower this time, you lazily rode him as he gripped your hips with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other. After coming twice, the last time together you collapsed on the bed, both of you falling asleep.

Since you'd had your final exam last week, you didn't have anymore classes to attend. Most people were slowly packing up and making their way home for the summer. You had got another few weeks before you needed to leave your dorm and you planned on working a few more shifts at the pub and at Audreys before moving into the flat that she had offered you.

Your interview was in less than two days time and you didn't plan on going anywhere far from your bed until then. Niall had got a free week and you had both planned to spend it together.

When you woke up from your nap a few hours later, Niall was already awake scrolling through his phone.

"Hey sleepy head." He said as he kissed you.

"Hey."

"Wanna go out and grab some dinner with me?"

"Mmmm sounds good." You replied.

"It's only 4 so we've got some time." He said as he moved to hover over you. "Think I have enough time for a little snack."

You laughed at his awful joke, but as he made his way down your body leaving little kisses across your skin your laughter turned to moans.

*******

"So I was thinking." Niall said as he pulled up his jeans. "Do you maybe want to spend a few days at mine? There's a pool in my building that we could use and stuff. Your interview isn't until Thursday afternoon right?"

It was Tuesday today and because of your interview being at 2pm on Thursday you weren't working at the bar that night. You weren't even in until Friday evening at 5pm. When you told Niall all this his face broke out into a smile.

"Good. Means I can cook you dinner, spoil you a little bit. Can even go over your interview practice if you like, Willie would be good at that actually. So what do you say?"

"I'd love to. But if you get sick of me then just say and I'll come back here."

"I don't think that'll happen Emma, I'll be begging you to stay longer." He said smiling.

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You were fully aware that Niall was famous and with that quite wealthy, but you weren't prepared by just how much. He certainly didn't come across as being filthy rich, Niall couldn't be more humble and down to earth. He had happily sat in your dorm eating Chinese food and watching films on Netflix via your laptop. When he'd been at yours that first time discussing your degree in Interior Design, he had shown you pictures of his flat. But walking into it was entirely different.

"Wow! This place is beautiful!" You said unable to stop yourself. You continued babbling on about the features of the room, colours and soft furnishings. Niall couldn't contain his laughter and it caused you to pause your pacing of his living room and turn to him.

"You're adorable." He said.

"You're making fun of me!"

"No I'm not, I mean it. Love how passionate you are, you're going to smash that interview."

Niall gave you a tour of his flat and your mouth dropped when you walked into his closet. Rows upon rows of clothes, suit bags with Paul Smith logos on them and endless jackets and t-shirts.

"Here, hang your interview stuff here. Don't want it getting creased." He said as he moved a few items along the risk to give you some space. "What?"

"Nothing, just taking it all in you rich bastard!" You said jokingly.

"Fuck off!" He said laughing back. "Do we need to have the conversation again about doing as you're told and calling me Daddy, because we can?!"

You stood there, mouth wide open at his words.

"Fuck, I want that but my stomach hasn't stopped rumbling since we left my dorm!" You replied.

"Maybe later then, come on let's go get something to eat." He smirked, knowing just how much he had got to you.

*******

Niall's bed was definitely more comfy than yours. A new bed was actually one of the many things you needed to buy before you moved into the flat above The Cosy Coffee Corner. The one at your dorm wasn't yours, the only items of furniture you had was your arm chair and your bedside table, plus kitchen stuff. You would definitely need to make a trip to Ikea in the next week.

Because his bed was so comfy you woke up that Wednesday morning at 11:30. Your long sleep might have been helped by the fact that you and Niall had indulged yourself with pizza and wine the night before at this amazing Italian place that he knew.

Niall was still happily snoring when you woke up and as much as you wanted to stay snuggled with him, you were desperate for a wee. Deciding to not use the ensuite, worrying that you would disturb him. You threw on some pjs and made your way out to the main bathroom. After doing your thing you decided to head to the kitchen and search for the coffee.

Of course Niall had a fancy coffee maker, but being the best barista in Battersea you figured it out and were soon sipping on a cup and admiring the view from his kitchen window of the London skyline.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He asked startling you.

"Fuck, you scared me!" You replied clutching your hand over your chest.

"Sorry love." He replied laughing, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. "But what are you doing? I wanted to make you breakfast in bed."

"Bit late for that Niall, it almost noon!" You replied leaning into his touch.

"Ok, I'll make you brunch."

You sat at his kitchen table sipping your cup of coffee while he cooked at the stove. Wearing just a pair of black Calvin Klein's you were happily enjoying the view.

Fuck he was absolute perfection. His back was beautiful, are backs actually beautiful? Well his was. You could feel your self swooning as you sat and gazed at him as he chatted away to you.

"Emma.... ?"

"What?"

"Did you hear what I said?" He asked, a smirk on his face. You knew he'd caught you staring. Time to come clean to the cheeky shit.

"I was paying zero attention to what you were saying, I was too busy checking you out. Your back and arse are amazing."

He blushed, actually blushed at your words and turned back to the stove.

"Um, I......."

"Are you blushing Niall?"

"No!" He said not turning around.

"Can't believe I made you blush!"

"Shut up." He joked.

*******

"So Miss Pearce, your portfolio of university work is incredibly good." One of the interviewers said to you.

"Thank you." You replied trying not to grin too much.

This interview was going really well, the two people conducting it seemed like nice people and you had relaxed a little bit. They had gone through all what the job would entail and how the first part of the internship was 3 and a half months in the Paris office. You would go in September and return a week before Christmas. A studio apartment within walking distance of the office was included and then a subsidised pay to reflect that.

You would be shadowing a more senior employee and learning how the company runs, before returning to the UK to do the same in their London office. It all sounded so exciting and you were pleased you'd had gone over some interview practice with Willie, Niall's cousin the previous evening.

As you left the office after the interview you were absolutely buzzing, it couldn't have gone any better. But you were realistic, and they had said that they were interviewing two other people as well as yourself. Niall had insisted on picking you up afterwards so you called him while you got yourself a coffee from a cafe shop nearby.

"So?" He asked as you got in the car.

"Went so good!" You squealed.

"I knew you could do it. When will they let you know?"

"Beginning of next week I expect. They said they had another interview tomorrow morning and I doubt they will make the decision quickly."

"They'd be mad to not employ you." He replied as he started the car.

**********

Jasper and Luke were at the bar when you arrived for your shift on Friday at 5pm. You'd reluctantly left Niall's that morning and headed back to your dorm to do some packing and then take a nap in preparation for the late night.

You'd stayed up late every night at Niall's, talking into the small hours of the morning. He was someone you felt you could share anything with and he had shared stuff with you too. Things you were surprised he would do if you were honest. The fact that he trusted you with some of his most private inner thoughts and feelings made you feel that this was something special.

And that worried you.

With his tour coming up and with you working in London, possibly Paris both of you were pretty busy from the end of August right up until Christmas. You needed to try and not get too attached to him, he was sure to end things with you by the end of August.

Abi had been on the day shift so she updated you with everything that has happened during the afternoon. You took over from Abi with clearing the tables on the courtyard outside while Jasper and Luke stocked the bar and served.

As much as you hated working late nights in the bar, you were going to miss it when you finally got another job. You enjoyed working with Jasper and Luke and it could be quite amusing watching all the intoxicated people sometimes.

A large group of lads came in at about 7pm, seems they were celebrating their last exam. They were pretty rowdy but nothing that you, Jasper and Luke couldn't handle. You spotted Niall as soon as he walked in, walking side by side with Deo, Willie and another lad you didn't recognise.

"Evening." You said smiling.

"Evening Emma my love." Deo replied.

You smiled and offered a greeting to everyone, a cheeky smile on Niall's lips when he replied. Taking their order you started pulling their pints of Guinness and chatting with Willie about how your interview went. They had come out for a couple of pints and because "Niall wouldn't stop talking about you" apparently according to Deo. That cute blush that Niall gets started to creep up on his face at Deo's words.

You excused yourself after a while, you needed to go out to the courtyard to collect some glasses and make sure everything was ok out there. Stepping past the table of rowdy lads you stopped to clear their glasses and make general conversation with them. They had indeed finished their last exam that morning and were out celebrating as you had thought when they'd arrived.

They were joking about with you as you collected their glasses, innocent enough, but you could feel Niall's gaze from across the bar. It's not as if you were flirting with them, they were only asking about offers you had on shots at the moment. Warning them that if they got too rowdy then you'd kick them out, you said goodbye and made your way behind the bar again.

Niall being in the bar was kind of awkward. You had glasses to collect, people to serve and all you wanted to do was grab yourself a beer and sit your self next to him. There was no way you could kiss him goodbye when he would eventually leave, people had been glancing over to him occasionally, obviously recognising him. One brave girl, similar age to you had been staring at him while you were getting her drinks and you were over come with jealousy. It was tempting to accidentally knock her drink over as you passed it to her, which would surely result in her getting soaked.

But you were a grown up and also you knew that you'd spent the last three days having dirty sex with him. Niall was definitely a one woman type of guy, you had zero idea what you guys were, but he didn't seem the type to have more than one girl on the go at one time. He was a busy guy, he could barely keep up with one let alone multiple girls.

It was almost 11pm when Niall and the lads stood up to leave.

"What time do you think you'll be home?" Niall asked.

"Not sure by 12/12:30." You replied, your eyes scanning around to make sure you weren't heard.

You weren't planning on spending the night with Niall as you had to be up at 8am to get to The Cosy Coffee Corner for your shift. Neither of you had made any plans for the weekend with each other, when he'd brought you home earlier today he had just said he'd see you later. Not wanting to come on too strong and seem clingy you had just said the same and kissed him goodbye.

"Are Luke and Jasper walking you home?"

"Yeah they are."

"Call me when you're home then Petal, so I know you're safe."

"I will do, goodnight Ni." You replied smiling.

Flicking on the kettle as soon as you got to your dorm room, you kicked off your shoes and headed to the loo. Once you'd made your tea, you sat your self on your chair using one of the boxes you'd already packed to prop up your feet. Blowing on the cup to cool down your drink you patiently waited for Niall to answer his phone.

"Hey darlin, you ok?"

"Hey you, yeah I'm ok. Bit tired."

"Busy few days." He replied and you could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah, someone tired me out." You giggled.

There was silence for a moment and you wondered if you should say something else, but then Niall spoke.

"Can we talk about us?" He nervously asked.

"Um, yeah. What did you want to talk about?" You managed to reply.

So this was it.

You thought he wouldn't end this for at least another month, right before he was due to go away. You took in a deep breath waiting for him to answer you and trying to hold back the urge to vomit into your cup of tea.

"I really like you, like really like you."

You were waiting for the but....

"I was so jealous when you were talking to those lads in the pub, worried that one of them would try and get your number."

A small smile appeared on your face at his cute jealousy. "They were asking about the offers on shots."

"Oh."

There was silence again while he processed what you had said. You didn't speak, choosing to let him finish whatever he had wanted to talk to you about.

"Well it occurred to me that um... you could have given them your number um ..... if you had wanted to."

He was being so shy and nervous that you couldn't help but smile.

"Would you have wanted to? If they had asked that is?"

Niall Horan, multimillionaire and international musician, lusted after by millions worldwide was nervous about talking to you.

You, Emma Jane Pearce. A now ex university student who worked in a coffee shop and a pub.

"No, I wouldn't have."

Now was the time to bare your feelings to him. It had obviously taken him a lot of courage to ask you that.

"Niall, I really like you too. I feel really comfortable with you, I've never been able to talk about such personal stuff with anyone the way I speak about it with you. Not even Hannah and Jess. And I was jealous of the way that some of the girls were looking at you tonight. But I know that happens as part of your job, you're such a stud."

You both burst out laughing then at your attempt to ease the awkwardness.

"People always watch me and stare at me, it's unfortunately part of the job like you said."

It was silent again.

You wish he would get on with it and end whatever this was, instead of prolonging it anymore.

"I um..... Wow this is harder than I thought."

Come on just get on with it, I can take it you thought.

"Do you maybe want to make this a bit more.......I don't know, maybe take another step forward. Like.....um maybe be exclusive with each other, put a name on it or something or whatever....." He said trailing off.

"Niall, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?!" You asked him, so shocked that your voice was all high and squeaky.

"Well yeah, I mean I would've liked to have asked you face to face but I couldn't have slept tonight without having spoken to you. Why are you sounding so shocked?"

"Well, I did think you were about to end whatever we had going?"

"You did? Why would you think that?"

"I don't know I just presumed that when you went away for your promo tour and with the new album coming out that you'd be too busy to entertain me."

"Is that what you wanted me to say?" He asked you nervously.

"No, God not at all. I just didn't want to think that you might want this to be more when in reality you didn't want that at all."

"I want this to be more Emma, so much more." He replied softly.

"Me too Niall."

Part Six

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. A window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

Hello my lovelies!! Part 3 sees a whole lot Amelia's beautiful brain & you get your first slice of interaction with the british boys - leading up to an all important Mykonos adventure (part 4 - out friday). As usual, please let me know your thoughts and feelings, and let me know what you want to see happen with Amelia and her story! Updates have increased to 3/week! I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am!

Love always,

Steph xx

UPDATE as of 31/07: I've made some additional editing changes due to some feedback about the confusion between ben white (her brother) and ben chilwell (not her brother LOL). Nothing has been added to the story, just the addition of either surname has been added where i think it could be more straightforward - for future readers!

Part 3. | parte terza

warnings; none - just a whole lot of feels.

word count; 2081

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Friday 30/07 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)!

Tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven

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It was the day after the final match and Amelia should be nursing a hangover due to the large amount of red wine she consumed with her Italian counterparts the night before. However, she finds herself at St. George’s Park before 9am, meeting one of her father’s colleagues who directs her to the recreation room that she remembers from a few days prior.

Standing outside the door, she assumed she was just waiting for her dad as agreed on the phone an hour earlier. As she was waiting, she could hear Gareth Southgate give a team talk to the players, praising them for their ability and pleading for them to bounce back from this defeat and use it to push on. The next voice she could hear was that of her father, giving them the tactical run through of the game. She listened to the points her father made, and both agreed and disagreed with some. Unexpectedly, the man sent to collect her opened the door and ushered her inside.

She stood at the back of the room, facing her dad and Gareth, whilst the team and other management staff had their backs to her. Making eye contact with her dad, he smiled slightly.

“Whilst I can offer you my opinion on the match last night, to better prepare you for the next time, there is no better opinion to learn from at this moment than that of your opponent. Amelia, would you please come up here” Dean really threw her into this situation, that again, she was not prepared for nor did she want to participate in. However, the 30+ sets of eyes that had currently turned around to stare at her didn’t exactly inspire a choice to be made here.

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“Lads, this is my daughter. I taught her everything she knows, which was probably too much considering I can now recognise that it was her signature plays that the italian side used to their advantage last night. Treat her with respect, or I will let her at you. Which i’m sure you all saw a few nights ago in this very room” My dad spoke as I walked up to the front area, weaving in and around beanbags with players occupying them.

Standing in front of the Three Lions was more nerve wracking now than it had been when she was confronting her brother, maybe Fede did offer her protection as his bodyguard. Either way, she put her big girl pants on (figuratively speaking, literally she was wearing her official puma tights and Italian polo) and got on with it as if she was speaking to her team.

“Thanks Dad. Hey guys, I think the first thing I would like to say is that you’re allowed to feel exactly how you feel right now. There is no rush to ‘get over it’ or ‘push on and learn’. You need to feel this now, feel it throughout your body, understand the pain and then turn it into motivation.” I speak to the group, trying to accurately express how sincere I am to this group of heartbroken men.

“As for tactics, I can stand here and praise you for how good you really are but that's not how you are going to learn. You came into the game hard and fast.” I paused, understanding the innuendo just as it was flying out of my mouth. I pursed my lips and tried to hold my giggle in, however some of the boys seem to have the same sense of humour as I do. My brother, face of steel and eyes that burn into any man that tries to joke with me.

“Sorry, can’t help myself. So yeah, you took charge of the game from kick off and we were not ready. You had the aggression and desire to push from the start and that's what you did, Shaw, you really surprised me with that goal. Not because I didn't think you could do it but because I wasn’t anticipating you being someone we had to watch so closely.”

“Again, something you guys need to keep in mind is that it is literally my job to know everything about you and how you play the game, what foot you prefer, who you pass to, how long you hold the ball before you pass, do you like to assist or score...all of these things make a massive difference in each play we make.”

“The error you made came around the 25th minute of the game, we had settled into the game and did what we do best - we slowed you down. In Italy, in the Serie A, which is where most of my team play, the game is a lot slower. There is more skill and tactic used to ensure a favourable outcome. Again, i'm not saying you all don’t have skill, but the Prem favours pace over tactics and strategy. The only way we were going to be able to win was by making you play our game, but in your half of the pitch.”

At this point, all of their eyes are trained to me and the more senior players of the team, like Henderson, Walker, Coady, Kane, they understand what i’m trying to say. Gareth, my dad and other members of staff are sitting to one side, arms folded and a slight smile on their face at the simplicity of my approach to such an important game. I direct my next question to them.

“Can I ask - have you already selected your man of the match?”

“Off record, yes we have. Before I announce to the team who it is, can I direct the question back to you and find out who you would award it to?” Gareth poses back to me, interested to hear my opinion.

“While the obvious choices would be Kane, Sterling, Maguire - your players who perform week in week out and are consistent and no doubt deserve an award as such. I would recommend Declan Rice. Personally, he was the most instrumental in the match last night. Every time we turned to attack, he was there to stop it. He was a player I was confident that I knew the extent of his ability, when it was obvious that I didn't.”

The boys around him, Mason Mount & Ben Chilwell, offered him a gentle shove and ruffle of the hair, to show their encouragement to the bashful boy who seemed surprised at the praise he was receiving.

“The other player that I think deserves a bit of a shoutout, and not because of his hair, is Jack Grealish.” I spoke, looking around the room until we locked eyes. I wanted him to understand how serious i was about my next words.

“You are so dangerous on the ball, you are an asset as a team mate, you aren’t guilty with the ball, but you have the power behind you to score when the opportunity presents itself. The moment you were subbed on I pulled Jorginho to the side and told him to treat you like Chiellini and Bonnucci were handling Sterling and Kane. You were one of my players to watch, and for good reason”

At the end of the little session, I said thanks to the boys for listening and that I hope to see them again in a tournament. The only way to be the best is to beat the best. After a quick round of applause that made me feel more special than I am, I walked past my brother, gave him a quick ruffle of his hair and met my dad at the back. Gareth dismissed the boys and they all stood up, breaking away and grabbing some breakfast that was set up to the side of the room, for one last team meal.

“Mills!! I’ll get you an almond croissant and a coffee, come sit with me!” Walker shouted from across the room.

“Oi mate, she’s my sister not yours” Ben counters from the back of the line.

“Yeah she's your sister by blood, mine by choice.” Kyle firmly states and begins his way to one of the tables.

“I suppose i better join Kyle before he drowns everyone in his tears” i joked with the england officials i was standing with before walking over to Kyle and a few of his team mates.

“Sooo am I supposed to pretend I don’t know who you all are so you can introduce yourselves? Or do we just mutually agree that I know too much about each of you and not bring it up?” I question the boys, jokingly. They all laugh and I sit down in the space Kyle left between himself and John Stones. I sat there and got to know some of the boys on a less competitive level, working out who was a leader both on the pitch and off it. After listening to the boys joke around and just be mates, rather than teammates, I leaned over to Kyle.

“Hey, before I go, do you think you can introduce me to Bukayo? I want to speak with him for a moment.”

“Yeah sure, I'll take you over there. Why are you nervous? You've never been shy before” Kyle questioned back at me.

“I’m not nervous, I'm just hyper aware of the sensitivity of the moment. Last night would have been tough”

Saying goodbye to the boys, Kyle directed me over to a table that was sitting my brother Ben White, Kalvin, Ben Chilwell, Grealish, Saka, Sancho & Rashford.

“Hey boys, Ben, I just wanted to come say goodbye before I head off.” I directed towards my brother. He pulled up a chair and asked me to sit for 5 more minutes, claiming he deserved it after months of no contact.

“Ben here didn’t let us know he had a sister as smart as you...what happened to you Ben? Did you miss that gene?” Jack Grealish poked at my brother. With his signature scowl on his face, Ben White let his mates laugh at his expense.

“Oh don’t make fun of my brother Benny, that’s my job!” I joked back, setting the boys off again with my brother’s childhood nickname. It was nice to hear some laughter again from a side that looked so solemn the night before.

“No in all seriousness boys, I especially came over because I wanted to talk to you Bukayo - what you did was so impressive. In a final, as the last penalty taker, to take on the responsibility of the nation at the age of 19! Not many players would dare to do that. You have earned a lot of respect, particularly from the Italian camp.” I spoke with a smile on my face, directed at the young boy.

“The same goes for you two” Now looking at Sancho & Rashford.

Bukayo looked down at his hands & smiled, before getting up and walking to my side of the table. Anticipating what he was going to do next, I stood up and welcomed him with open arms. Grateful that he understood my message and was beginning to accept the praise he so deserved. Stepping back from the hug, I turned to address the group of lads one more time.

“If any of you fancy a change of pace and want to come over to the Serie A, just give me a call - Benny can give you my number!” I start to speak, before I'm cut off but my brother.

“Stop poaching my mates! I’ve already lost you to another country. I don't need to lose anyone else” He jokingly says while standing to walk me out of St. George’s Park. I know it was a joke but I can't help but think there was some truth to that.

It had been more than 3 years since I moved out of our family home to start my life in Turin, and not one moment had i regretted it or thought i made the wrong decision. Don’t get me wrong, there are times when I wished I was closer to my family, but I know I had to make that move to prove to myself I am just as successful as I hoped I would be. Not saying I have learnt everything there is to learn with the Serie A giants, Juventus, but maybe it's time for a new challenge? Maybe I can bring the strategic spin on the game to the fast paced action of the premier league?

Part 4. | quarta parte

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After the initial visit, Izuku decides to visit the hospital as many times as he can.

Every time he enters, he’s greeted by the baby’s cries, and then by the baby’s silent gasps and squirms as he tries so hard to wiggle his little body towards his hand. So, knowing he has someone waiting for him, Izuku does his best to never miss a single day. He even goes on a day he leaves school with a black eye. The hospital police side-eye him that day, but it doesn’t matter so much. It’s just the usual.

No, what matters is that he can comfort the baby, if just for a little while.

...Speaking of which, he’s grown a little tired of constantly calling the baby ‘the baby’. How old is he? Shouldn’t he have a name by now?

Izuku asks something close to that after the day’s session, the baby having been lulled to sleep by his hand. He’s stuffing the protective clothing they gave him into the trash as he asks, eyes not quite able to meet the stern ones of the nurse staring at him.

“I...I was just thinking...I mean...a-all babies need names, right? So...uhm...I was just...thinking...wondering about that.”

The woman watches him with narrowed eyes. Then she huffs, hands on her hips.

“That baby has a mom, you know.”

Izuku startles. “O-Oh, well...I mean, yeah. Of course. Cause he’s a baby and all.”

“Right. He has a mum. Somewhere. And don’t you think it’d be best if the mum named her baby?”

The boy feels his stomach dip lower in his body, a cool shame starting to replace his internal organs. “Of...course. Yeah.”

“Then there’s no point in naming the thing—” Izuku’s fists clench at his sides. “—when its mother will do that once we find her. I get that you care for...I get you care, but don’t go adopting the kid before you’re even out of middle school, alright? Just leave this to us. And we’ll let you keep coming so a certain little one doesn’t keep crying, alright?”

Izuku bows his head and nods. “Yes ma’am. Thank you.”

He hears the woman sigh, then listens as her footsteps tap away in the long hall until he’s left in relative silence.

— —

“Sweetie, this weekend, we’re going to Kyoto. You’ll want to get your clothes packed, okay?,” Inko says at the dinner table.

Izuku’s chopsticks hesitate above his bowl of rice. “...Huh?”

Inko pauses. “...Kyoto, honey...you don’t remember?”

He blinks at his mom and tries to understand what she’s talking about, but not a single thing comes to mind. His face slowly scrunches with confusion as he flits through his memories like the pages of one of his quirk studies blooks.

His mother sighs, and he stops trying.

“Your grandfather’s funeral anniversary.”

Grandfather...ah.

“...Can I skip this year, Mom?”

His mother’s eyes widen with surprise, a rare frown forming on her face. “Izuku...you can’t be serious. He’s your grandfather, you know? We’ve gone every year since he passed and—”

“I...I mean...I-I understand that, Mom, but…” He starts twirling his chopsticks in his rice, stirring them in the grains. “I never met him, so...I mean...besides. I have some important things to do here, Mum. I can just go next time, can’t I?”

When his mom doesn’t respond, he carefully picks up a little ball of rice he’s collected at the end of his chopsticks and sticks the steaming grains into his mouth. It’s delicious as always.

“This is about the baby in the hospital, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t bother to hide this. He’s been perfectly open with his mother about the baby ever since the situation started. Even if he never tells his mom about how much Kacchan and his cronies and his classmates and his teachers bully him, he’ll tell her everything about the baby. She used to be a nurse once, after all. She knew much more about babies than he ever would. So he tells her the truth and nods as he gets another helping of rice from his bowl.

She sighs again, this time sounding more tired. “Honey...I know you’re worried about that baby, but… Well, he’s in a hospital, okay? The nurses there are taking care of him all day. He’ll be alright if you don’t see him for three days.”

Izuku swallows his rice down thickly. “Three?”

“Yes, we’re leaving once you’re home from school on Friday, so you won’t really have time to stop by the hospital—”

“But Mum, I...I really should see him. I need to see him, okay? He doesn’t stop crying unless I’m there.”

Izuku gazes into his mother’s eyes, then drops them to the grilled fish on the plate in front of him.

“The nurses are always talking about...complaining about how much he cries. He just keeps going on and on without stopping even once. Unless...unless I’m there. And all I have to do is touch him. Touch him and tell him everything is okay. That way he can fall asleep. He can stop crying then.” Izuku’s eyes narrow at the dead-eyed fish. “And every day I walk back in, he’s crying again. He’s just...always crying. But when I’m there, he’s okay. I can’t leave him to cry like that. The nurses don’t...they can’t do anything about it. They tried. Isn’t that why I was called in?”

Inko’s eyebrows raise and crinkle inwards, her lips pressed closed. “...Izuku…”

“They called me in to help and I just...I just don’t want to abandon him.”

The two go silent for a good moment, Izuku playing with his rice and Inko evaluating her son. Once his chopsticks slightly scrape the bottom of the rice bowl, he hears his mother sigh. His eyes leave the fish and watch as she picks up a piece of hers and eats it.

“...The train leaves at 5pm.”

Izuku’s lips tighten as a low distress begins to taint his blood.

“So, if you leave right after school, you should have...hm. An hour.”

His gaze shoots up, his back straightening, mouth opening a little. Across from him, Inko shrugs, a helpless smile on her face before she sterns up a bit. Though, honestly, sternness has never been her strong suit.

“I want you home by 4 o’ clock, okay? 4:15 at the latest. In that time, you can do whatever you want. Including visit the baby.”

Izuku smiles, the expression wobbly and bittersweet. “Thank you, Mum.”

Well...he’ll still be missing two days, but at least he can see the baby on Friday. It’s better than nothing, he figures.

He has two days until then...so...he should think of something good.

— —

“Hey there…”

Izuku’s gotten used to the bright lights above and the sterile scent in the hospital. It doesn’t particularly feel inviting, even if the towels keeping the baby straight in the incubator have little elephants and duckies on them. The child gasps around the tube in his mouth, taking a deep breath, like a yawn, before his breathing returns to normal. His little chest thumps with his misplaced heart, and his little head is pressed against Izuku’s hand in his sleep.

“Hey...uhm…” Izuku can feel a heat rising up behind his eyes. “I, uhm...I can’t come see you tomorrow. Or Sunday. Uhm...you see. My granddad died when I was little, and my mom wants to go see his grave. It’s to...respect our elders and our past. Because without them, we wouldn’t be here. So we go see his grave every year and put up incense...and give him some flowers...and talk about what we’re doing with our lives. Some of the rest of my mum’s family goes to see him, too. We take turns talking to him, so...yeah…” Izuku rubs his thumb against the little boy’s elongated head. “I...I never met my granddad. I mean, not really. He saw me when I was a very little baby, but I don’t remember him at this point. I was...I was just born at the time.”

He puts his arm on the incubator and slightly leans on it, not enough to support his weight, but for him to just gaze at the sleeping baby, his hand supporting his head.

“That was the first and last time we met. He didn’t like my dad, so he hadn’t wanted Mom to marry him. And then Mom had me. And I came out quirkless.”

Izuku goes silent for a moment...then shakes his head.

“But...well...I shouldn’t be telling you all of that. You don’t need to hear those depressing things...uhm...how about this? I saw these really pretty flowers today. I took a different route to get here, and I passed by a flower shop. It smelled like perfume, but it was actually all the flowers they had. There was this one really pretty kind...like, it was white, and it had these pretty yellow star-like shapes inside of them. If I remember what the sign said...I think they were...plum blossoms? Yeah...I’m pretty sure they were. They grow on these branches, right? And they smell very subtle...but it’s really pretty. I think you’d love them.”

The baby twitches and squirms a little before settling, almost as if in agreement. Izuku laughs a little and rubs his thumb against the baby boy’s head again.

“Yeah, you’d love plum blossoms…” His smile turns sad. “But...uhm...as I was saying, I won’t be able to be here tomorrow or Sunday. I can’t stay long today either… But...well, I guess… I guess I just want you to know that I’ll come back. I’ll do what I can to come back as soon as I can. Maybe...maybe if I don’t come home too late on Sunday, I can come see you then, too. It won’t matter if I’m tired… It really won’t, so...you’ll have to be a bit patient, okay? You always do your best to stay alive, and uhm...I’m going to feel a bit lonely so I can only imagine how lonely you’ll feel, but I’ll come back and tell you all about Kyoto, okay? I’ll even take some pictures so I can show you...ah, and your mom...wherever she is. But I’ll just show them to you, too. When you can see. Until then, you’ll just have to listen to me blabber on, won’t you?”

He laughs a little, mirthless, and breaths a deep sigh.

A low rumble starts in his pants pocket, his phone beginning to vibrate with an alarm he preset. His phone is on silent, so all it does is vibrate a slow pattern in his pocket.

“Oh...ah, I’ve got to go now. It...it really feels so much shorter than I usually stay. But when Monday comes, I’ll spend as much time with you as I can, alright? I’ll stay till visiting hours are over. You just have to be patient and wait for me. I’ll be back.

...He shouldn’t.

He really shouldn’t.

The nurse talked to him before about this, and he still kind of thinks she’s right.

But also.

A part of him tells him that the little boy’s mother is never coming back.

That she’s gone to a place of no return.

Besides, any person who truly wanted their baby would never leave them where the boy was left.

No, the child had been...abandoned. Or at least hidden away.

Either way, he could feel in his heart she wouldn’t be back. No one would for the child.

So while he really, really shouldn’t, Izuku’s not necessarily known for following all the rules.

He smiles lightly and rubs his thumb against the boy’s head one more time, his voice lowering to a whisper.

“...I’ll see you when I’m back, Tadao.”

The phone vibrates faster now, the second alarm going off, and Izuku slowly pulls his hand from the incubator, leaving Tadao’s head supported on the towel beside his little body. Then, quietly, Izuku steps backwards and begins creeping out of the room. He barely makes a sound, tip toeing until he’s at the NICU doors.

He stops.

Looks back at the sleeping baby.

Then silently opens the door and sneaks out the room.

#tadao au #static writes #aaaaand now he has a name

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dated october 1st.

ezra is brought to the head manager’s office early in the morning, separated from the group before their dance practice. once inside, he can immediately see kim hyuncheol standing behind his desk with a very stern expression. “you may close the door behind you and sit down.” he says in surprisingly fluent english. he gestures towards a chair on the other side of the desk facing his own. “i gave my speech in korean last time, so let me speak to you in english to make sure you understand every single word i’m about to say.”

“i don’t know how you do things where you’re from and quite honestly, it doesn’t concern me. you signed a contract with a korean company, so you must follow our rules. you’ve barely spent three months here and yet show blatant disregard for both our trainees and staff members. there have been several reports of you being hungover on company grounds and picking a fight with cha nayeon in the middle of practice, which many found very distasteful. now, since we don’t have actual proof of you being hungover and since the fight with nayeon-ssi seems to be a one time thing, i’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. you better believe, however, that from now on and until our suspicions are cleared, we will watch you very, very closely.” does he understand the trouble he’s in yet? hyuncheol doubts it. mistakes are possible but with ezra they just seem to be piling up.

“which brings me to the main event. i’m absolutely ashamed by the way you behaved during your pre-concert interview. i couldn’t believe my ears when i reviewed it with other managers. honestly, at this point, i wonder if you even want to be here. you could be the most talented of your batch and i couldn’t care any less if your personality doesn’t drastically improve. you treated our precious staff member with disrespect during your interview, not to mention our managers by suggesting they treat you with bias. this, young man, is a behavior we do not tolerate in this company. we wouldn’t have tolerated it from bae siwoo himself, so what have you accomplished so far in your life that makes you think you have the right to speak in that tone and treat this great opportunity as a joke? you’ve been here since july, ezra. if you think you’ve been treated unfairly by a staff member, you come to me. but i’d suggest you take a look at yourself before doing that, because you haven’t been very pleasant since your arrival. they’re not here to cater to your every whim.”

he takes a pause, gathering his thoughts and letting ezra take all of the information in. he might be harsh, but the more they let it pass and the more he feels entitled to act that way thinking there won’t be any repercussions.

“prove us that we didn’t make a mistake choosing you. it’s clear that we’ve seen something in you. but so far you’re not letting it show. if you’re going through hardships you need to let us know instead of acting up like this.” there’s no doubt a lot of anger and frustration in this young man, but if he keeps it to himself there’s just so much any of them can do about it.

“now on to your punishment, because i don’t have all day.” he hands ezra a calendar for the month of october. “that is your new schedule for this month. as you can see, you will not be joining regular practice with the other trainees. i believe you aren’t worthy of that privilege at the moment. because yes, it is a privilege whethere you treat your presence here as one or not. i’m not encouraging you to leave, ezra. in fact, i’d love for you to stay and grow. more precisely, grow up, as you mentioned you failed to do in your interview.” maybe ezra won’t believe him right now. maybe he will think they’re out to get him, that they want to kick him out. while they could have, hyuncheol doesn’t want to. he firmly believes in second chances, but it can only happen if ezra plays by the rules. “you will be on service duty instead of training. i hear you’ve been neglecting your mandatory chores, it’s a great opportunity for you to learn a lesson. it’s only natural that we clean up after ourselves. even idols still do it when they use practice rooms. it’s called having respect for your work environment and the maintenance staff who are not here to be your personal servants. you’re of course banned from appearing on the instagram account. we don’t reward bad behavior here at legacy.”

he explains the schedule in more details ( can be found in the ooc note below ), indicating in passage that ezra might receive phone calls or visits at random times during the day to ensure he is exactly where he is supposed to be . he is not to miss any day of duty or take part in any trainee activity or opportunity taking place during the month. “if you build our trust in you again, and take this punishment seriously, we will reassess your situation during the last week of october. this isn’t permanent, ezra, and we wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t feel it’s necessary.”

once the discussion is over he goes to the door, opening it for ezra. “your future is up to you. if you truly want to be a part of this team, you know what you have to do. now go on, you have a lot to do.”

of course, he’s in trouble.

why wouldn’t he be, considering all the things he’s done? things that hyuncheol has delightfully listed out to him, as if ezra’s been blissfully ignorant of his wrongdoings.

no, he knows he’s done wrong. he knows there were better ways to approach each and every situation, but what’s the point in trying if no one expects that out of him?

he scoffs when hyuncheol brings up the interview. purses his lips. folds his arms across his chest as he stares blankly at the head manager.

of course, hyuncheol is ashamed of his behavior. how’s that any different from the shame his parents felt raising him to be prim and proper, a son they could be proud of, only to be repaid with a shredded degree, holes in walls, and an empty bed for weeks at a time?

truth is, there’s not much of a difference.

he’s been called to the dinner table, to his father’s office, to his mother’s desk. each time, they would ask him to close the door. sit down. and like hyuncheol, they would proceed to list everything he’s done wrong. and every time he’d shift to the edge of his seat, his shoulders bent forward, lips parting to make his case—he’d be silenced. forced to bite his tongue, forced to retreat back into the chair. hyuncheol should thank his parents for disciplining him, for keeping him seated, small, submissive.

‘what have you accomplished so far in your life that makes you think you have the right to speak in that tone?’

nothing.

it doesn’t come from a place of arrogance, though he wishes it does. no, it comes from accomplishing nothing. he doesn’t have what his sisters have. he doesn’t have their charisma, their perseverance, their familial connection. they’re brilliant, successful, good. and the stronger the light beams on them, raising them to that pedestal they deserve to be on, the farther into the shadow he seeps.

his parents were thrilled to have a son—someone to carry on the family name—but he’s sure now that they’re thinking it’s better if the line ends with them.

that doesn’t bother him.

it’s old news.

they don’t see anything in him anymore, and they’ve made that perfectly clear by keeping radio silent for the past few months.

and now, here’s hyuncheol saying that they see something in him. these are words that he has always wanted to hear—but they don’t sit right. not in this tone, not in this context.

the burden of proof is on him. usually, it is. and usually, he fucks it up. sometimes they’re simple human mistakes, but these simple human mistakes end up weighing more ‘cause people have the tendency to look for the bad. it’s what they’re used to seeing in him. it’s comfortable, easier to process.

so if they see him this way regardless, again, what’s the point?

he peers down at the calendar presented before him. chores. punishment. as if any of this is going to change the perception people have of him.

“public humiliation seems to run in the company,” he comments, remembering his first interaction with yang joshua. "good thing i don’t have much shame.“

he folds up the piece of paper, tucks it into his pocket, and rises to his feet. as he approaches the door, his gaze levels with hyuncheol’s own.

”see you on friday,“ he says, this time in korean.

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OOC NOTE:

ezra has been put on probation for the month of october. the reasons are stated in the prompt but if you have any question regarding any part of this prompt, feel free to message us. this of course does not reflect our feelings towards ezra ooc, but there are ic rules that all trainees must follow if they wish to stay in the company for the long run. he will not take part in any training with a coach during the month of october, but he may use empty practice rooms after his work shifts (and is strongly encouraged to do so so he won’t fall behind his peers).

he can’t participate in any activity taking place in october for the time being, which includes the monthly sns post for october. he will be met by kim hyuncheol again in the last week of october to assess how his month has been and of course, if ezra wishes, reinstate him into training with the others. once he joins training again, while he might be observed a little more closely for a while, please know that he will not be held back from participating in activities again and will not be treated any differently than his peers.

below is his schedule for october

monday: serve food at the cafeteria (8am to 5pm)

tuesday: clean bathrooms and locker rooms (8am to 5pm)

wednesday: run errands for managers (8am to 5pm)

thursday: clean floors and practice room mirrors (3pm to 12am)

friday: study korean in hyuncheol’s office with random testing (8am to 5pm)

saturday: sit and do nothing in dorm under manager supervision (8am to 5pm)

sunday: sit and do nothing in hyuncheol’s office under his supervision (8am to 12pm)

if you wish, you can also write one solo of 300 words minimum about any part of his schedule written above to gain +5 korean and a greater chance of being back on kim hyuncheol’s good side at the end of the month. of course, he will still need to be on his best behavior at all times. make sure to submit the link to your solo to lgcmanager before adding your points. while not writing anything won’t impact him negatively, it won’t impact him positively either. again, if you have any question or worry, please message us. we can help you figure out which activity he can take part in if you’re unsure!

#its been like four hours and im still wheezing @ sit and do nothing JDJDFJKF #anyways i love this for him thnk u @ admods 😌👌#submission #1019 #🍫

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