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tastyykpop · 3 years

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hii! can i request a jeno very angsty scenario where its his s/o and his anniversary but he forgets abt it bc the dreamies wanted to go to an amusement park and then the managers took his phone so when he comes home his s/o and him get into a fight and they dont talk to each other but she always goes their dance practices since his s/o is so used to taking care of him and he gets sad bc his s/o doesn't look at him at all and he's tired because since he's so stressed with the cbs he just wants love but he knows he's wrong and they make up and stuff:) I'm sorry if this is long! you dont have to do it if you dont want to:)<3

a/n: jdjsjsjsj thanks for this beefy request it was fun to write :)

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𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥,ƒℓυƒƒ

Sitting on your bed, you wondered when your boyfriend was coming home. After texting him where he was and wondering when he'd come pick you up to celebrate your guy's anniversary, youd started losing hope seeing as he never answered or bothered reading them. You knew jeno to always answer after just one second but it was like he was ignoring you.

Furious and heartbroken, you threw your phone on at the other side of the bed and decided to just take off the dress you were going to surprise him in. It was his favorite color too. A deep shade of blue silk, comfortable and cute yet still appropriate enough to wear at the fancy restaurant you guys were planning on going to. But those plans were thrown out the window quickly once you noticed how late it was.

"Why do men?" your eyes rolled as you moved in your bed, trying to get comfy.

"Why do men what?" You shot up in the bed from the sound of jenos voice as it basically frightened you back to reality. He was so quiet, you didn't even hear him walk through the door.

"Its about time you showed up." Jeno raised an eyebrow at your sudden aggression, not knowing why you were suddenly angry at him. He thought you'd be excited to see him.

"Woah why are you getting mad at me?" He questioned as he started changing out of his work clothes and into his pajamas.

You grit your teeth. How could he forget this special day that only comes once a year? "Did you forget what day it is?"

Jeno cocked his head to the side, "Um...Tuesday?" He really was clueless on where you were going with this, but your face made him realize he was missing something.

"Jeno..." your head fell into your hands, your boyfriend sat next to you in the bed, still wondering what he was missing and why it was on the tip of his tongue, "Our anniversary, you missed our damn anniversary."

The boys eyes bugged, he knew he missed something and the whole day he couldn't figure it out. He had been so stressed with the recent comeback and the upcoming one that even something as simple as an anniversary date slipped his mind.

God, he felt so bad just thinking how excited you probably were today to go out with him and enjoy your guy's day together, but because of him, your day was long gone and passed up.

"No wait, that was today!? Babe I'm so sorry, I was with the dreamies at the amusement park and I didn't have my phone with me because my manager took it and-" jeno stopped mid sentence before noticing he still didn't have his phone and forgot to get it back from his manager. He messed up bad today.

"You could've told me beforehand you were doing something with dream, although I still wouldn't have appreciated you missing our anniversary, but at least you wouldve told me where you went." You showed your annoyance by rolling over in bed, ignoring jeno.

Jeno growled at his sudden frustration, he already apologized and explained himself why are you still mad? "You know what? At least I told you what the hell I was doing and why I couldn't respond. Yeah I missed the anniversary, but you know what? Its just the fucking time of year we started dating, the day will come again."

"So what you're telling me is you don't care about the day we started dating? Whatever I'm not in the mood to argue right now." You never turned to look at jeno once you finished talking, needless to say you didn't care what he was going to reply with. It wasnt like he cared anyway.

The bass of the music boomed in the practice room. Everyone was so tired these past few days and were anxious for the upcoming comeback that all they wanted to do was relax for once and take a break.

Jeno especially.

After the little argument you both had last night, he couldnt get that out of his head. There were no words spoken to him this morning and you didn't even spare him a glance. His heart broke for sure and he didnt know what to do because he knew he messed up bad. Saying those words to you and knowing how much it meant to you, was something he wish he could take back and start over.

Walking through the practice door, you took a seat on the floor where you rested your head against the wall with bags of food for the members. They were doing so well preparing for their comeback you wanted to congratulate them for working so hard. Plus, you wanted to make sure jeno had eaten today.

"Is that food for us!?" Chenle came barging towards you, giving you a strong squeeze as you laughed into his shoulder.

"Yeah I got food for everyone to congratulate you guys for working so hard." You smiled and handed the bags of food to chenle who looked about ready to take it for himself and eat it.

"Thanks so much y/n! You're the best!" He hopped away happily with the food. Jeno stared between the food and you. He loved how you took care of everyone and still came to their practice though you both weren't on best of terms at the moment, but you weren't even looking at him or acknowledging his presence again, only returning your attention to your phone.

Jaemin wrapped an arm around jenos shoulders as he was eating a chicken wing and looked at the you as well, "Whats up with the both of you all of a sudden? Normally you guys are being so disgustingly cute that I have to walk away for a solid 5 minutes." Jaemin sighed.

"I-its nothing. We just-"

"What is it?"

Jeno shook his head and put on the best smile he could muster while patting jaemins back, "its really nothing jaemin." He said and walked over to the food.

You on the other hand felt bad for causing jeno to be this way. He was silent and didn't really interact with the members when they were eating and goofing around. Not even haechan or mark could crack him. You sighed, putting your phone down and leaned your head against the wall. The only way for all this tension between the two of you would be to settle this and forgive one another. It shouldn't be that hard.

"Jeno," you called, startling your boyfriend who perked up with full cheeks, "come here please."

The dreamies silently watched jeno amble towards you, too invested in what was going to happen to continue talking. You didn't seem to care though, just wanting to get it over with and talk with jeno.

You still stared at the ground avoiding eye contact with jeno, but he couldnt take it. All he wanted was your attention on him.

"Can't you just look at me," he muttered before taking a seat in front of you, "I know I messed up, but please?"

You blinked up at him, "wait...jeno are you tearing up?"

Jeno sniffled back the tears and looked at you with big puppy eyes, your heart sank at the sight. You didn't intend to hurt him, you were just sad and angry about one important thing. And now you think maybe ignoring him had gone too far.

"Please dont cry." You took his hand into yours, softly caressing his knuckles.

"I-im sorry I cant help it. I know I messed up and now you're ignoring me and its just so frustrating because of the comebacks and I'm so used to you taking care of me that I can't even go one day without you loving me." Jeno teared up again. If just a day could hurt him, imagine what would happen if you kept this up.

"You think I dont love you right now?" You asked. Jeno nodded his head slowly, "Babe, of course I love you, I was just mad you forgot or anniversary and went to the amusement park with the dreamies." A sigh fell from your lips before you lifted jenos chin up, "I shouldn't have acted the way I did last night and argued. I dont expect you to be perfect jeno."

There was a smile on the boys face as he brought a hand behind your head and kissed your cheek, "Im sorry, I really am baby. I promise ill make it up to you." He said.

"I know a really cute restaurant. We can have a cute date later." You smiled and jeno nodded his head happily until you heard a groan come behind him.

"This was so disgusting. I need to walk away now."

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harrysweasleys · 4 years

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the silence of the night // f.w

summary: for @wand3ringr0s3’s writing event!

prompts: “i knew it was too good to be true” x “i trusted you.”

warnings: angst, language, heartbreak, brief mentions of sex

word count: 3k

a/n: i am sorry for this. that is all. :) enjoy! xx

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There’s a saying, an expression, that states that all things feel a thousand times worse in the silence of the night.

That once the sun goes down, your problems feel amplified, as well as your emotions. That you could spend the night crying yourself to sleep, feeling like you’re at your lower possible point, but the next morning you could be feeling fine. Puffy eyed and exhausted, but your worries and stresses would feel like they had less of a grasp on your life.

The point is, things were worse at night.

And you felt it completely.

Your home was eerily silent, not a single noise being echoed or carried throughout the rooms. The only sign that there was a person in here was that the telly was on. Muted, but on. The bright, smiling face of the newscaster lit up the room that you were sitting in, huddled on the couch with a blanket secured around your shivering body.

If this were seven months ago, you’d have Fred’s body next to yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you laughed at a stupid film — which would usually result in the two of you falling asleep on the couch with your limbs tangled, if you were being honest.

If this were five months ago, Fred would have told you he didn’t mind what film the two of you watched, as long as the two of you got to spend the evening together. You’d finish the film and head off to bed, no cuddling and zoning out on the couch, but wrapped comfortably in your shared bed with comfortable silence.

If this were two months ago, you’d be sitting on the couch flipping through channels aimlessly, Fred working on paperwork next to you, eyebrows furrowed and muttering a quick ‘hm’ each time you’d point out something comedic to him on the screen. You two would go to sleep at different times, each bidding the other good night with a quick peck and facing opposite ways, an invisible barrier between you two, dividing the space that used to be shared.

If this were a month ago, you would be fast asleep on the couch, waiting up for Fred to come in through the front door. You’d wake up a few hours later, noticing his shoes and coat by the front door, and you’d walk into your room to sleep on the bed, Fred already rolled over and cocooned in his own blankets. You’d sigh, slightly defeated, and take your usual spot, the coldness of the sheets being a forceful reminder that things were different now.

But tonight, things were even worse. Like most days, Fred didn’t even come home. He’d stay at the flat above the shop so that when the morning came around and he needed to get back to work, he was already there. He used to send you a message, let you know that he wouldn’t be coming home that night and that you shouldn’t stay up and exhaust yourself over his arrival. But now, those messages had stopped.

There was a list of small things that had changed at first — how Fred would stop kissing your forehead during the night, how he stopped bringing home products for the two of you to goof around with — but those small things turned to major things.

For example, the last time he told you he loved you was a week ago. And even then, it was a half-assed ‘love you’ that he muttered before scurrying off to bed without his usual good night kiss.

Things like this swirled through your mind in the silence of the night. In the dark, empty rooms of a house once so filled with love, you swore it would burst.

But now, it was just that. Silent.

And it hurt more than you’d care to admit.

So, for the ninth night in a row, you trudged off to bed by yourself; no warmth, no company, no light. Just silence.

——

Mentally, there is no proper way to prepare for saying the six words that no one ever wants to say in a relationship.

‘I think we should break up.’

How does one come across at saying it without it being mean? Without it being accusatory, as if you know the other person is in the wrong and you want to cut them off? That wasn’t the case at all — you loved Fred more than you thought you could handle. You often wondered if it was even possible to love someone this much?

He was your soulmate. If you believed in that sort of thing, of course. You always thought he’d be the person you’d spend your life with, the person you’d end up growing old with as the two of you laughed about fond memories from when you were kids.

—

“You ever think about what life’ll be like when we’re old?” you asked, a strand of hair twirled between your fingers as you sat comfortably under the shade of a large tree, the soothing water from the Black Lake lapping gently at your bare ankles as you sat comfortably in the grass.

“I do,” Fred grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I reckon we’ll grow to be very old. Together, of course, and we’ll have a big house in the country where we can experiment with fireworks.”

You giggled, leaning back to peer up at him, “As long as you don’t blow up the house, then I don’t see a problem.”

He let out a laugh, “Course not. I am very well educated on how to handle fireworks, darling. Besides, we’ll have the kids helping out too so I really don’t see a problem.”

“Kids?” you spluttered, sitting up so fast your vision went dark for a good moment, “You think we’ll have kids?”

His smile faltered for just a second before he regained his composure, “Unless you don’t want any, I’d like one. Or three.”

“Three?” you raised your eyebrows, “You really have high expectations for everything, don’t you?”

He beamed, leaning back against the chipping bark of the tree with his hands behind his head, “Always have and always will, love. It’s why we work out so well. Because you really do exceed all expectations.”

—

The rain was heavy, so there were less people bustling about in Diagon Alley than usual. You were partially thankful for it since it meant you could just barge right into Weasleys Wizard Wheezes and do what you had to do, no delays and no detours. But it also meant that there was no chance you’d run into an old friend and spark up a conversation, delaying the one that you dreaded doing more so than anything in the world.

The bright purple and orange shop came into view, cutting the breath directly out of your lungs and causing the tips of your fingers to shake. The lights inside were bright, contrasted to the dark evening skies that were clouded above you. You knew they were shutting down for the day, the large ‘closed’ sign on the door being the dead giveaway.

You approached it as quickly as you could, your coat dripping heavily on the front steps as you knocked loudly on the glass door. You hoped it would be loud enough for them to hear over the downpour, but your worries went away quickly as George’s grinning face appeared at the door.

“Y/N? Blimey, it’s horrid out there, come on in,” George unlocked the door and ushered you inside, not even beginning to complain about how you were dripping all over the wooden floors. You knew he’d be able to clean it up with magic, but you expected a bit of protest anyway.

“Hi, George,” you sighed, removing the hood off of your head and taking your jacket off, hanging it up on the tiny hook by the door. It wasn’t a coat hook, but at the moment, you’d use it as one. George didn’t oppose.

“Where’s Fred?” you asked, voice laced with a hint of urgency. You felt it shake as you spoke, worry and unease spreading through your body at lightning speed. Now that you were here, you couldn’t back out. Nor did you want to.

“Uh,” George scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “He went out for drinks with a few of the other employees. He left about an hour ago so he shouldn’t be long now.”

You grit your teeth, heart hammering wildly in your chest, “Mind if I sit here and wait for him?”

“Be my guest,” George muttered, his body standing there as he was if unsure of what to do. You couldn’t blame him. You knew you were coming off quite odd and uncertain, but you wished that George would just leave you be as you sad there pondering about how to bring up the conversation.

He gave you a crooked smile, “I sense you want space so I’ll leave you be. G'night.”

“Thank you,” you gave him the best smile you could muster, “Good night, Georgie.”

He took off up the stairs, turning off a few lights on the way. You sat on the chair behind the counter, placing your hands in your lap and letting your eyes dart around the store, trying to find anything that could possibly distract you from the raging wave of emotions you were currently feeling. The store was dead silent, only a few lights that were left on and giving you the ability to see.

Here you were, once again. In the silent of the night — alone, waiting, and heartbroken.

Though that solemn silence didn’t last long as the familiar ginger head appeared at the door, unlocking it as quietly as possible before he rushed inside, running a hand through his wet hair to keep it out of his face.

You didn’t alert him of your presence, choosing to sit back quietly and let him notice your presence by himself. It didn’t take long for him to do so, turning around and stopping in his step completely as his eyes locked on yours.

The eyes that you had fallen so desperately in love with, the eyes that you had gotten lost in more times than you care to admit.

—

“You have gold in your eyes, y’know?” you grinned, running your hand along his face down to his neck, “They’re really beautiful.”

He grinned at you, placing his hand over yours and kissing the back of your knuckles lightly, moving his body closer to yours under the comfortably warm blankets, his bare skin pressed against yours as he continued scooting as close to you as he could, “As are you.”

“You flatter me, Fred Weasley,” you put your head against his chest to hide your blush, “But there’s no way you can deny that you have the best eyes.”

He chuckled, lifting one of his hands to run through your slightly messy hair, “Well, if I have the best eyes, you have the best everything else.”

“Oh, come on, it doesn’t work that way,” you pulled away from him, your voice shaky due to laughter, “You have the best lips, for sure.”

“Nuh uh,” Fred protested, shifting his body so he was now hovering slightly above you, both of his hands on either side of your face as he held himself up, “You’re definitely the winner in that category, darling. And I know just how to prove it.”

He leaned down, connecting his impossibly soft lips to yours, rendering your mind blank as you reached up to run your hands down his bare back, muscles tight under your touch as he deepened the kiss. Shivers spread throughout your body and you began to lose yourself in him completely.

—

You shook your head, clearing your mind of the memory, and stood up, “Hi, Fred.”

“Y/N,” he said lowly, walking quickly across the shop to the point where he reached you in under three seconds, “What are you doing here?”

You could see the confusion laced in his face and it stung more than you’d ever admit. The fact that he didn’t know why his girlfriend was here to see him after nearly two days burned a hole right through your heart. It stung more than the fact that after forty eight hours apart, all he could do was ask why you were here.

“We need to talk," you sighed, looking down at the ground and collecting your thoughts as best as you could before you faced him once more, “I think this—” you motioned between the two of you, “—I think that — wait, sorry, I knew that this was too good to be true.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

Fighting back a scoff, you waved your arms, “You can’t possibly tell me that you think this is going well, Fred. This is a train wreck. What happened?”

He took a deep breath, “I’m busy, Y/N. I’ve got work, I’ve got friends. I’ve got people other than you that require my attention too, you know?”

You ignored the burning feeling in your chest, “And I understand that. I know you have other things going on, I really do. But I am so sick of the distance. Of the fact that I wait up for hours, not even knowing if you’re coming home. That you don’t even bother letting me know if you’ll be in or not. That there’s this invisible wall between us that’s preventing us from going back to normal.”

The stinging sensation in the back of your throat and your eyes told you that tears had started to flow. You knew they would, but you hated the fact that they made you look so vulnerable.

“You’re seriously doing this?” Fred’s voice was small. Faint. More lost than you had ever heard it. In nearly six years of being together, you had barely ever fought or disagreed — the two of you were practically perfect. You couldn’t remember the last time you had ever heard his voice sound like that.

“Fred, we can’t keep doing this to ourselves,” you breathed out, stepping closer to him, “You know, when we were young, we said we’d be together forever. And I really wanted that, believe me. You told me you’d love me forever and I trusted you because I felt the same. I thought you were it for me. But this isn’t what being in love is supposed to be like.”

His eyes met yours and you swore your lungs caved in on themselves. His eyes were watery and every inch of his face looked lost. His expression broke your heart all over again and you had to look away to prevent yourself from turning around and comforting him instead.

“I loved you more than anything, you know,” he said softly, coughing slightly to clear his throat, “Didn’t know why you picked a moronic git like me to go out with but I never complained. Always felt like the luckiest bloke at school.”

You stopped sniffling to listen to him as he continued.

“I genuinely thought you were my one. And I am so sorry that I haven’t been there. You’re right, this isn’t what love is supposed to be like. I didn’t want this to happen to us. I wanted us to stay, y’know, us.”

“I know,” you let out a small laugh, pulling a tissue out of your pocket to wipe at your eyes as you continued sniffing, “I wanted us to stay us too.”

You were nearly knocked off of your feet as Fred’s arms wrapped around you. His hug wasn’t like it usually was; bone crushing and tight. This time, it was soft and delicate — he knew it was the last time he’d be able to do this and the last thing he wanted was to break you more than you already were. Your heart connected to his, you could feel it pounding heavily under his sweater and you were nearly certain he could feel yours too. There’s no way he wouldn’t, considering how it was pounding so hard it was ripping itself to shreds.

You pulled away after a good moment, trying your best to remember how it felt to be embraced by him, how he smelled, and what being in love with him felt like. Because you were still very much in love with Fred Weasley, and no matter what happens, you know that’ll never change.

“I guess I’ll be by tomorrow to get my stuff,” he muttered, his voice coarse but he didn’t bother clearing it this time, “You know I’ll always love you.”

You gave him a weak smile, your cheeks glistening under the dim lights due to the tears still freely coming, “And I’ll always love you too. I’m sorry.”

He was silent, not able to bring himself to say much else. You took one last look at him, his freckled cheeks, his messy hair, and the baggy sweater on his body that you remembered wearing countless times. Not able to continue reminiscing, you walked towards the door of the shop, grabbing your coat and putting it on as slowly as possible, wishing that you could run back to him, into his arms, and take off together.

But that wasn’t happening. Not today.

“Goodbye, Freddie,” you said as you opened the door, not being able to look back at him. Your throat felt like it was closing in on itself as you took a deep gulp of fresh air, letting the door close loudly behind you. For fresh air, it was awfully suffocating. The air in the store was calling out to you, making you debate whether you should head back in.

But you shook your head and walked off of the front step.

The rain had stopped and the alley was dark. No bodies were running around and no lights were on. Though dark and quiet, nothing could match the hollow feeling that was etched into your chest. For your own sake, you wished that feeling was temporary, but at the moment it felt as if it would be permanent.

Because, after all, all things felt a thousand times worse in the silence of the night.

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cheesy-cakey · 3 years

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You Are Mine

Cater X Yandere reader

[Mentions of murder, obsession, brainwashing, and cannibalism]

3rd POV

It was a normal day at NRC and our one and only Cater Diamond is in the rose Maze painting roses.

But it was unknown to him that a certain girl was watching him from afar

Y/N Pinka, the younger sister of Alchemi Pinka or in other words Che'nya.

She was watching the boy with affectionate eyes. Longingly watching.

She had fallen in love with Cater the moments she saw him.

She knew that they were meant to be.

-flashback-

Y/N was out to visit her brother at his at his school but just as she arrived she saw him go out and so she followed him

She used her unique magic "Guess who" which allows her to alter her appearance to almost anything. Let it be an object. A person. Or nothing at all. Though the more complex it is the harder to keep its form

She followed her brother as she realized he was going to NRC.

She continuously followed her brother to see what kind of fun he's up to.

He went to an unbirthday party at the Heartslabyul dorm. Where his childhood friends were.

And that's where she saw him.

His vibrant orange hair.

His enchanting forest green eyes.

The girl was absolutely mesmerized.

She took in every last detail of his appearance.

"I need to get closer. I need to take in every last detail" she muttered then she got an idea

She snuck up behind Che'nya and pounced on him. Hugging him from behind as she wrapped her arms around his neck

"Hello meow dear brother~" she said as she hugged him closer with a smile

"Nya? Y/N what are you doing here?" Che'nya asked with a cheeky smile

The girl got off and her tail started swinging around

"I wanted to visit mew, but you seem to have decided to attend an unbirthday party. So I followed!" She said as she turned to the others

"I am Y/N Pinka. I'm purr-leased to meet ya!" Y/N said enthusiastically

"It's nice to see you again Y/N" Trey said

"You really need to keep your brother in check" Riddle told Y/N

"I don't see a reason why" she said

"Anyways who are you?" The girl asked

"I'm Ace Trappola"

"My name is Deuce Spade"

"I'm the great Grim! And this is my henchman-" a pretty girl cutted the cat off

"I'm Yuumi"

"Oh and I'm Cater Diamond it's nice to meet you"

Cater Diamond.

That name stuck to her.

She could never forget it.

Since that day.

She changed.

-end of flashback-

Even her brother noticed her change

And it worried him.

And that's saying a lot since it's Che'nya.

She watched him every single day.

She started missing classes.

Her grades started to falter.

Everyone was worried.

What was going on with their precious Y/N.

They didn't know until.

Che'nya POV

I'm starting to worry for my little sister.

Sure she wasn't one to actually take her classes seriously.

But she never had a failing grades before.

And now she started disappearing more often.

Even the people in her school don't know where she goes.

My parents told me to go see if she was alright.

Since I'm the one closest to her in our family. We're worried for her.

I knocked on the door but no one answered

"Is she out again?" I muttered

"I'm coming in" I said as I opened the door

I looked to see Cater....

Wait no.

That's not Cater.

That's Y/N.

She was looking at the mirror as Cater touching the reflection in front of her

The look in her eyes.

I don't like it

"How enchanting. I can't stop looking at these green eyes" she said to herself eyes glued to her reflection

"Y/N what's the meowning of this?" I asked

She flinched as she realized I was here

"Brother!? When did mew get here!? I thought I told you to knock!?" She yelled at me as she turned back

"I did knock. Now tell meow. What are you doing" I asked again

"I guess the cats out the bag huh?" She said looking down

I then looked at her room.

And realized that almost every inch of her wall was plastered of pictures of Cater.

"Do you like it brother? Isn't he just gorgeous? Look at those forest green eyes. His vibrant orange hair. It's all so wonderful!" She said with a smile on her face. But that wasn't the smile everyone grew to love

"Y/N what's all this" I trembled at the sight of my sister

"I want him. From a single strand of his hair to the tip of his toe nail!" (Ngl I gagged writing that)

"Y/N this is too much! What's with this!?"

"Brother could mew blame me when someone is this perfect? His looks, his demeanor, his scent. All of it is perfect. I want him. Please brother I beg of you. Help me" she asked as her eyes were full of obsession and affection toward Cater

"No Y/N! You're going too far! Stop this! You're failing in school! Mom and dad are worried sick! And you keep disappearing off to who knows wh-" then it hit me

"You've been going to NRC haven't you" I said

She stayed silent

"You've been going to NRC to spy on Cater haven't you!" I yelled

She continued to stay silent

"Y/N this is too much! Are mew really going to ruin yourself for him!?" I asked

"What I do is none of your business brother! What I become is not your choice! I dictate what I want to do and you can't stop me!" She yelled

"Of course it's my business! I'm meow brother!"

"Shut up! mew wouldn't get it! You think you know it all! But you don't know how I feel about Cater! I love him and nothing can stop me!"

"Even if he's off the market?" I asked

"W-what?" She stuttered

"Cater had been dating Yuumi for the past month now. Are you still going to go after him?" I asked

I saw the heart break in her eyes.

Like everything she had built up just crumbled Infront of her

"No... You're lying"

"No I'm not Y/N"

She looked down, her ears and tail drooped and stayed silent

Before she spoke

"Get out"

"Y/N"

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU HEAR ME!" she yelled as she pushed me out and slammed the door shut

"Open the damn door Y/N! We're not done talking!" I yelled as I bang on the door

Eventually I stopped cause I knew it was hopeless

"Y/N needs to stop. It's driving her mad"

Y/N POV

No no no no

"No!" I yelled as I threw a vase at the wall shattering it

I then started to break down crying

"Why.... Just why!? It's not fair! Didn't get a chance to get to know him! Yet someone else already...." I sobbed

I then looked at the mirror. I then shifted into Cater.

I touched the mirror as tears fell from my eyes

"Cater. Cater Diamond"

3rd POV

A week had passed and Y/N hadn't come out of her room

They pried the door open since no one answered and all the food that was taken to her was left untouched

Once they opened it they saw something that made their hearts shatter

They saw their precious Y/N

Dead on the floor gripping onto a picture of Cater.

This sight absolutely broke Che'nya.

He should've tried harder to help get Y/N out from her delusional state

But now he lost his little sister.

The sister he cherished so much.

But for some reason.

It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would.

-time skip-

A funeral was held for her.

They invited the people she met at the unbirthday

"I'm sorry for you're loss Che'nya" Ace said

"I can't believe it. She's gone" Riddle said as he tried to hold back tears. Key word TRIED

"Why. Why did she die Che'nya" Trey asked

"She- she got depressed. But I'd rather not say the reason why" Che'nya explained. But he didn't want to say it was because she was heartbroken from Cater

Cater looked at her in her coffin

For some reason this hurted him a lot

He never really got to know Y/N that much. But this hurted him a lot for some reason.

"Cater, are you alright?" Yuumi asked

"Y-yeah I'm fine" he replied smiling at Yuumi

"If you're not feeling well we can go back" she said

"T-that would be nice" he said as he went to the group

"I'm going to head out first. I'm sorry for you're loss" Cater said

"Of course thank you"

"I'm going as well. I apologize for your loss" Yuumi said with a soft smile

This sent a tingle down Che'nya spine

-time skip-

Riddle and Trey went to the Pinka residence to talk with him

"What do you mean? Cater and Yuumi disappeared?" Che'nya questioned

"Yeah. After they left after the funeral they never came back" Trey said

"This just doesn't make sense" Riddle said

They kept thinking and thinking. Till something hit Che'nya

The smile

The smile Yuumi gave him

It's the same smile on Y/N's face that everyone loved

"Y/N!" Che'nya yelled as he rushed to her room

"Che'nya!" The two yelled as they followed him

Che'nya started rummaging through her room

"Che'nya what's going o-" Riddle stopped as he saw her room

"W-whats all this?" Trey questioned shocked at the sight

"The reason Y/N got depressed was because she was broken from the mews that Cater was already taken" Che'nya explained as he continued to go through her things eventually finding something

Che'nya trembled. Tears spilling. But also speechless

"Che'nya? Are you alright" Trey asked as they went closer to him

"What's tha-" Riddle stopped as he saw what Che'nya found

It was a bloody knife.

And a map with markings

"We need to go here" Che'nya rushed to go to the marked location

"Che'nya! Wait for us!"

-at the location-

They were now in a remote location. With a well prepared house.

A garden of fruits and vegetables.

By a lake.

And in the garden.

Was no other than Y/N Pinka

"Y-Y/N?" Che'nya stuttered

This caught the girls attention so she looked up and froze

"Ch-Che'nya? Riddle? Trey? W-what are you guys doing here?" The girl asked

"No- what are you doing here!?" Che'nya yelled

"That's none of your business!" She yelled

"It is! You were dead weren't you!? We buried your corpse!"

She went silent

"Haha. Ahahahahaha! You think that ugly fucking corpse was me? You don't know me that well after all dear brother." She said as the look in her eyes changed

"W-what do you mean Y/N?" Riddle stuttered

"My unique magic doesn't only change my appearance. But change the appearance of ANYTHING. I could change the appearance of Riddle to Trey. A cup into you brother. But most of all change the ugly corpse of Yuumi into an elegant one of me!" She explained

"T-the corpse of who?" Trey asked

"Oops. Looks like I accidentally spilled. I killed Yuumi three days into my isolation. That gave me enough time to adapt into becoming her for the time being"

"So you mean. The one at your funeral"

"The corpse you buried was no other than your precious Yuumi" she smiled psychotically

"Why!? Why did you do this!?" Trey asked

"Cause she took what was supposed to be mine!"

"What?"

"She took Cater before I even had the chance! So when we left the funeral. I took him"

"Y/N? Love who are you talking to?" A voice from the inside asked

Out walked Cater.

Looking the same.

But his eyes.

We're dull.

"No one important dear! I'll be right back in!"

"Alright. Be quick dinner is gonna get cold" Cater then went back inside

"What did you do to Cater Y/N" Che'nya hissed

"Nothing much. Just. Brainwashed him. He's mine. I love him and now" she stopped and smiled

"He loves me"

They froze

"You're not getting away with this sis. You're going to pay for your mistakes"

"Awhh too bad" the girl said as she pulled something out

"I don't leave witnesses" she held the knife as she disappeared

-inside the house-

"I'm back dear!"

"What took you so long Y/N?" Cater asked

"I found some prey! Here" she said handing Cater a basket full of meat (I feel like throwing up)

"Alright I'll put these in the fridge"

Cater then came back to see Y/N sitting on the couch

He went and hugged Y/N

"Cater, dear, do you love me?" She asked

"Of course. I.... Love you" he said

"Do you love me?" He asked

"I do and always will" she said as she kissed Cater

The kiss was deep between them

It was passionate.

But also empty.

They stopped and held each other

"I will always love you" she said

"I'm yours" she stated

And Your Mine

#twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #twisted wonderland x reader #twst cater #twisted wonderland cater #cater x reader #cater diamond #yandere

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tacticaldiary · 3 years

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Heyaa! I really love your stories 😭 Can i request for Osamu? He had a close friend, a girl, that likes him and plans on confessing to him. One day, she told him about her feelings then someone (a girl) hugged him and the friend was like "since when?". Ugh i'm so simp for him 😭 it's ur choice author-chan if u want the ending to be angst or fluff 🥺 thank youu!

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It’s Always Been You

Pairing: Reader x Miya Osamu

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Confessions don’t always go smoothly. It wasn’t the confession either of them expected, but they’re glad it turned out well. Both have two years of mutual pining to make up for.

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This was it. She wills her hands to stop shaking, shoving them into her pockets. She was going to do this and this time she wouldn’t chicken out like last time. And the time before that. And the time before that...

Shaking her head to get rid of the thoughts, she takes a deep breath and leans against the wall next to their usual lunch spot. She was going to do this. It was going to be fine. She tries reassuring herself. Atsumu had told her that his brother reciprocated her feelings. He had practically forced her to admit her crush to him, after pestering her for weeks.

He was annoying, but had good intentions at heart. Y/N lets out a breathy, nervous laugh at the memory of his smug face, claiming that he ‘knew it all along’.

She had known the twins for over 3 years now, and they had clicked instantly. They were close friends and spent a lot of time together, in and out of school. Atsumu was the one she met first, but Osamu was the twin that had really caught her eye. Over the past few years she had slowly started developing a crush on him. Y/N found Osamu endearing. She felt her heart beating a little faster everytime he would grin at her, or when he went off on a tangent about his current favourite food. She couldn’t help falling for him.

Y/N had put this off for so long because she was so afraid of ruining their friendship, but she was tired of pretending now. If he didn’t feel the same way, she would try and get over it. She wouldn’t let their friendship collapse like that, even if she had wanted to be more than friends.

With those thoughts in mind, Y/N steels herself, and pushes herself off the wall turning the corner. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees him standing there, looking around a little confused as to why no one was there yet. When he spots her, Osamu’s face lights up with an easy smile which Y/N returns nervously.

She walks up to him, stopping a little bit away. He raises an eyebrow when she stays silent.

“You’re actin’ weird. What’s wrong?” He asks bluntly tilting his head to the side.

Y/N feels a blush creep up her face. “I-Nothing’s wrong!” she says quickly. “I just...I have something to tell you.” It comes out in a rush and if it were not for the curious look on his face, Y/N would’ve thought he hadn’t understood.

Nodding slowly, he waits for her to continue. She takes a deep breath and lets it out.

“I like you. A lot. I have since the moment I met you.” She can practically feel her face burning. “You make me really happy and I find myself wanting to be more than friends with you.” She holds her breath after speaking, her gaze fixed to the ground. There’s a few seconds of excruciating silence.

“Y/N” His soft voice reaches her ears and she finds the courage to finally look up.

Y/N can’t quite make out his expression. He doesn't look upset...but he doesn't look happy either.

“Y/N...I-” he speaks slowly, not quite processing that this was finally, actually happening, that his crush felt the same way. Y/N hangs on to every word, bracing herself for rejection. She’s spared from it though, when Osamu is cut off by a shrill, obnoxious voice.

“Osamu! There you are!” A girl Y/N recognises from one of her classes bounds up to them waving at the guy with a bright smile on her face. Osamu looks annoyed for a split second, before the girl invades his personal space and latches onto his arm, holding onto his bicep.

Y/N feels her heart sink, frowning as she glances between the two, her gaze lingering on the girl's hand on his arm. What was she doing here?

Osamu, noticing her questioning glance, attempts to subtly break free of the girl's hold but fails, as her grip tightens. Shaking his head a little, he scoffs under his breath. This girl, Mika, if he remembered correctly, had been bothering him for the past week, waiting outside his classes to talk to him. She had never been this bold before. Needless to say, Osamu was a little uncomfortable.

“Fancy seeing you here! I thought I asked you to meet me behind the gym, but this works too, I guess.” She laughs, a shrill sound. Osamu had remembered her request. He also remembers rejecting it, letting her know that he wasn't interested. This girl was too stubborn for her own good.

Y/N was heartbroken. There was clearly something going on between the two, and if it was what she thought... Had Atsumu prompted her to confess when he knew his brother was...no, that was too cruel, even for Atsumu. Was it?

“Oi, get off-” he hisses in a low voice to the girl, who just giggles and ignores him. He’s cut off by Y/N’s voice.

“Since when?”

“What?” Something tugs at his heart, seeing the sadness in her eyes as she looks at him, head on.

“Since when were you two...” she gestures between them. The other girl, Mika smiles brightly.

“Since about a month!” No. That wasn’t right?

“A month?” she asks, her voice hollow.

“Mhm! Osamu here helped me with my English once and that was that!”

“Oh.” he voice cracks. She clears her throat and manages a watery smile. “‘Samu never told me. I wish you the best of luck then.” With that she turns on her heel and walks away rather quickly, willingly her tears to not fall for a few more moments. Until she was alone, at least.

Osamu is stunned. What just happened? He’d finally gotten a confession from his long-time crush...and now she was walking away. By the shaking of her shoulders, he realises she’s crying? What the hell was going on. Glancing at the girl, still holding on to his arm, he snaps back to reality with a start.

“Oi, what the hell!?” he rips his arm away from her grasp, glaring at her. “What are you tryin’ to do?” The girl just shakes her head and pouts.

“You said you’d meet me behind the gym. I had a whole confession planned, then that bitch comes along and ruins everything.” she rolls her eyes.

With that, Osamu steps closer to her threateningly. “What the fuck did you just say? She’s better than you’ll ever be. The next time you try and pull shit like this again I’ll-”

“Woah there!” Osamu stumbles as he’s yanked backwards by none other than his brother. Atsumu’s a little startled when he catches the furious look on his twin's face. Glancing between the two, he makes a very useful observation.

“That’s not Y/N.” he tilts his head in confusion. He thought Osamu had been yelling to Y/N and had decided to intervene, but that clearly wasn’t Y/N.

“Yeah, no shit ‘Tsumu.”

“Where is she? Did she do it?”

“If you mean confess, then yeah. She did.” he shoots Mika a glare. Ignoring Atsumu’s confused questions, he looks back at where Y/N had left. He had to find her, had to make this right. Osamu pushes past his brother, leaving him to deal with Mika and sets off to find her. As he walks, he curses his luck. He’s been pining over her for almost two years. Two years he had to watch her smile light up the room. He had to bear the annoying butterflies in his stomach for two whole years, only to find out that she felt the same way?

He wasn’t about to let this go to shit this easily. Osamu weaves through the hallways and stops in front of her classroom. His heart drops when he hears small, watery hiccups from inside. Pushing the door open he sees Y/N with her head on the desk, staring dejectedly out the window. She freezes as she hears the door open, her shoulders visibly tensing.

He slowly walks over to her and sits on the desk next to her silently. After a few beats of silence, Y/N breaks the silence.

“‘Samu?” her voice is a little shaky and Osamu wants to kick himself for being the cause of it.

He nods, before realising she can’t see him. “Yeah. It’s me.” He sees her take a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling, before she sits up, turning towards him. It’s very obvious she’s been crying, the red rim around her puffy eyes giving her away. The sleeve of her uniform is damp with tears.

“Did you need something-”

“I like you too.” he blurts out, cutting himself off. He winces at his bluntness. He had imagined he would tell her those words when being out on a romantic walk in the park or after having dinner together or-or something, anything other than this.

She looks at him in disbelief. “You-...you do?” she frowns and Osamu wants to do nothing but smooth out the slight furrow of her eyebrows with his hand. He sighs and moves so he’s kneeling next to her desk, looking up at her. He explains how Mika had done that because she wanted him to accept her confession, and how he wanted nothing to do with her.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.” He mutters out the last part, the tip of his ears dusted a deep red. “Sorry ya had to-”

He cuts himself off with a grunt as Y/N launches herself towards him, knocking him off balance. He narrowly misses bumping into the desk behind him and wraps his arms around her waist to steady the both of them.

“You’re an idiot.” He feels her mumble into the crook of his neck.

“Hey, you held off confessing too. I’m not the only idiot here.” He tightens his arms around her, happiness welling inside him. He couldn’t quite believe that this was actually happening.

“We’re both idiots then.” She giggles, pulling away to look at him.

“Whatever ya say.” he leans up, bumping their noses together playfully, grinning at her giggle. He admires the hue of pink dusting her cheek bones and realises that he had missed two years of this.

Well, they could make up for lost time starting now.

Requests are Open and Welcome

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queen of hearts // chapter seven

summary: y/n y/l/n was crushed when she found out about maeve donovan. heartbroken, she left her entire life behind. what happens when she becomes the most prolific serial killer the bau has ever seen?

prologue + series masterlist & taglist

content warnings : nsfw, angst, smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, choking, death penalty mention

a/n : reader is a psychotic murderer. this is purely a work of fiction and if you or someone you know are experiencing homicidal urges, seek professional help immediately.

SPENCER'S POV

I try to stay composed as I leave the room but I know Y/N sees right through me. She did the whole time. Every time I spoke to her my eyes drifted to her lips or body. Everyone's staring at me and I realize they must not have heard her whisper.

"What did she ask for?" Hotch asks.

I gulp, embarrassed. Embarrassed by her request and by the fact that I want to complete it so badly.

"Kid?" Morgan looks uneasy and JJ starts to lean her head on Emily. My voice comes out low and unsteady.

"She told me to..." I clear my throat and avert my gaze. "make love to her."

Reactions are varied. Hotch and Rossi both seem to have the same calm, yet concerned face. JJ looks uncomfortable and Emily looks... disappointed? But not in me. In Y/N. Morgan scoffs and surprisingly half-smiles to himself. He breaks the silence and asks, "Now what?"

"I-I have to, don't I? She has the location of Chris Lincoln and all the... hearts she's collected."

Desperate much?

Hotch lets out an unexpected, exasperated sigh before agreeing.

"It does seem to be the only way but Reid, you don't have to do this."

I have no idea if anyone knows I want to do this. And god do I want to. But I just nod and look back at Y/N. She's biting her lip and twirling her hair with a smirk evident and it only makes my ache for her grow even more.

"Pick one of us to stay and make sure she doesn't try anything and then go in there."

That's... it?

I'm surprised by the compliance from the team. Having sex with our unsub is easily classified as something that should not be done under any circumstances. Who to stay with me? I'd say Morgan but I'd also rather he not see this. I don't want anyone to see actually. JJ would be extremely uncomfortable... and so would everyone else. I scan the team once more before choosing.

"Emily." I croak out. Her eyebrows furrow and she opens her mouth to speak but changes her mind. I don't blame her, I'm a bit surprised that I want her to stay too. I know she blames me but she's the obvious choice.

"Okay, I'm here."

The team leaves and Morgan dials a number that I recognize as Garcia's. To update her? Vent? Probably the latter given how much this case is straining us all.

"Reid? You ready?"

"No not at all." She forces a weak smile before she pulling me into a hug.

"It's okay Spencer. Go."

I walk in and she's still twirling her hair slowly. Immediately I want to run my hands through it and take her body as mine but I know I have to be careful about this.

"So? You're accepting my conditions?"

The way she speaks and bats her eyes makes me fall in love with her all over again.

"Y-Yes." She smiles and lifts her cuffed hands as if to tell me to remove them. I do and she props herself up on the table. Her sparkling, glossy eyes look me up and down sinfully and my breath becomes ragged. Her soft hand rises to my cheek and another grips onto my hair. She reaches up and kisses me, passionately and deeply. My hands move to her waist and for the first time in 2 years I feel happiness.

In the Quantico interrogation room with a prolific murderer, I finally feel safe.

Her tongue brushes my bottom lip and I separate my lips to let the kiss go further. When her tongue meets mine, I can't help but moan into her mouth and smile. One hand moves down to the collar my shirt and I melt into her touch. She starts to unbutton it before removing it entirely and then she takes her own and throws it to the ground. I take in her beauty and moan as she leans in to kiss me again and her bare chest touches mine. Cupping her breast with one hand and hooking my fingers on her jeans, I pull them off and she works on my pants quickly. She wraps her legs around my waist and I know she can feel my length against her because she starts to tug on my hair and run a hand down my chest. My lips move to her neck and marks start to form on her soft skin. She hums in delight and I put my mouth on her breast. They're just as perfect and amazing as I remember. Her back archs against me and she moans softly. My tongue circles her deliciously and sucks at her nipple while she runs her hands through my hair. Neither of us says a word but at the same time the intimacy screams everything we need to say. She moves my head from her body and takes my boxers off, using her hand to touch my now free erection. Groaning and treading a hand on her thigh, I slip off her last piece of clothing and run a thumb over her clit prompting another pleasured moan. Kissing me again before pushing my body away, she spreads out on the interrogation table. Exposed and stunning, I can't contain the lust I'm feeling for her and I tell her,

"You're gorgeous Y/N. You're perfect." The rational thoughts in the back of my minds scream that Emily can still hear and that I'm giving Y/N more than I need to but all that is shoved aside by the undeniable fact that I need to fuck Y/N now. Her breasts sit still and her legs part, inviting me to ravage her. With a just a couple of movements, I'm on top of her and moving inside of her. A loud moan escapes me and for the first time since I've seen her again, she says my name instead of Doctor.

"Spencer... God Spencer!" She's screaming my name and I'm fairly certain the entire building can hear her but I don't care. I thrust harder into her and groan.

"Fuck Y/N..."

Moving my hands all over her body, giving her all the love and pleasure she doesn't even come close to deserving after what she's done. Digging her hands into my back and kissing at my neck, she keeps moaning and I'm doing the same. Her legs wrapped around me rub against my side and we fuck in complete bliss until we both finish our orgasms. I can hear her panting and she's still holding me. I kiss her again and this time it's sloppy and wet but it's still utter perfection. Conditions have been met, I should demand the location now. But instead I sit back down and pull her body until my head is between her legs. I place my mouth on her thighs and then my tongue on her pussy's core. She screams again and I keep using my mouth to prompt more moans. Tongue fucking and tasting her, Y/N wraps her right leg around my throat and pushes my mouth harder onto her.

"F-Fuck I missed th-this." She says it in a trembling, low voice while her hands keep digging in my hair. I groan again, forgetting Emily is even listening.

"I did too baby. Take this for me."

"Y-Yes Spence... God! Yes!" Continuing her screams of delight, I insert another finger into her, curling it inside of her and smirking as she cums again for me. Her eyes lock with mine and she pulls me back and I suck her juices off my digits enjoying every lick of it. I'm towering over her still laid out figure and I think about fucking her 20 times again. Her sexy, plump lips part and she gets off of the table, dropping to her knees. Shifting her head up to face me from where she sits, she whispers in a breathy, unbelievably hot voice.

"You did a really good job doctor. I should repay you."

Immediately attaching her mouth to my tip, Y/N's tongue flicks at my cock and slowly makes its way down my shaft. Once I'm halfway into her mouth, I can't contain myself and I let out a raspy moan before thrusting into her throat. She removes her head completely, her mouth popping as she detaches.

"Are you going to be this impatient? Or are you going to let me do this my way?" The teasing imitates irritation and bluntness as she strokes me slowly.

"Y-Your way. Your way Y/N, please." I practically whine.

Smirking, she takes me whole and immediately starts sucking and bobbing her head while my hands pull her soft hair. I don't know how long I last but suddenly I'm coming into her throat and she swallows my release. Her sweet, pink tongue dances over my cock and soaks up every last bit. I yank her back up by the hair and she yelps but moans in clear pleasure at the same time. Throwing her against the wall, I growl letting all my frustration out as I grasp at her tits again.

"We wouldn't be in this situation, having one last fuck in an interrogation room if you hadn't done this."

Still rolling her nipple in my hand and using the other one to grab her ass, she screams back at me and lets me hoist her up to touch her pussy roughly again.

"All due respect, doctor, maybe you shouldn't have been a cheating, lying son of a fucking bitch."

I can't take it anymore, I spread her legs and pound into her pussy much harder than before and she screams.

"Spencer! Yes!"

I keep thrusting and letting out loud moans while we both near our final orgasms. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze prompting more low pleasured noices and lovely strings of curses.

"I did cause this, didn't I? Either way murdering people is kind of a fucking overreaction Y/N."

She laughs and mumbles something incoherently while I come inside of her again and I scream her name as her walls tighten around me and she finishes all over me, spilling on her thighs too. When we've both come to the end of our goddamn spectacular orgasms, she looks into my eyes. She presses a soft kiss to my lips and I hold her close and innocently as if I hadn't just fucked her relentlessly. Her face buries in my neck and she speaks in a much less aggressive tone than before.

"Spence?"

I answer, "Yes Y/N?"

"I'm probably going to get death penalty."

I stay silent. My chest clenches and I try to speak but my mouth goes dry. She breaks the silence and her voice comes out more calmy than I'd have expected.

"Will you come to my execution?"

Tears fill my eyes and I consider telling her she'll be okay. But no more lies. I just plant a gentle kiss on her forehead and answer.

"Yes Y/N. I'll be there. I promise."

"Thank you.... I-I'll write down the address where Chris Lincoln is for. He's in the basement."

In all honesty, I'd forgotten the reason we were even here. What happens next is a blur, my body's attempt at masking the pain I'm feeling over leaving her. I come out of the room after getting dressed and giving her one last kiss. Emily has ear plugs in and she looks up at me, almost comedically.

"God that took long. I stopped listening after the first moan, did you get the address?"

I hand it to her and she takes it to Hotch. Give or take a few hours, our victim is safely cleared at the hospital and returns home to his wife, who I hear is choosing to file for divorce. Y/N is taken to a state prison to await her hearing.

Barely 3 weeks later I get the dreaded call telling me that she's going to get the electric chair. I sob and scream alone to myself wishing things had been different. The pain and aches I feel soon turn to numbness until eventually my phone rings again. I furrow my brows to see who it could be. Hotch.

"Hello?"

"Y/N's execution date has been revoked."

I sit up and my voice comes out much higher and anticipated than I intended.

"What? Why? Did something-"

"Reid. She's..."

Something tells me this news can't be good.

"She's pregnant. About 3 weeks which means..."

He trails off and the phone slips out of my hand. I stare at the wall, mouth dropping open in disbelief. And while a million thoughts should be racing through my head it's radio silence. In my head. In my apartment. And undoubtedly in Y/N's cell.

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bonsaiiiiiii-fics · 3 years

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FabFiveFeb 2021 - Virgil week (3)

prompts: a question, “I don’t understand”

Part 1 | Part 2

oooooookokokokokkkkk i know a looot of time had passed and probably everyone forgot about this, but with the hiatus and co i couldn’t post earlier, soooo, yeah, there you go. i highly recommend you reread part 1 and 2 again so you get the idea of what i wrote here. that said, enjoy this finale!

tagging: the host of the amazing challenge, @gumnut-logic (high-key sorry i’m so late hope you don’t squish me too much), and whoever showed interest in the last 2 parts, such as @nourelle-tracy @louthestarspeaker @weirdburketeer @janetm74 @lenna-z @cg29 @psychoticalienjackie @godsliltippy @melmac78 @plushiecuddler @dragonoffantasyandreality @brinalm @vegetacide @katblu42 @rachfielden-xo (yes i’m tagging everyone who liked the precedent parts what about it, fighT ME)

Scott sat for the umpteenth time in the umpteenth hospital chair, heartbroken. His mind was full of thoughts and if he even thought he had to express them out loud he would almost certainly scream.

Virgil was just standing there, sleeping like nothing happened, except for his bandaged right shoulder and some superficial bruising from the climb, which he shouldn’t have done, by the way.

His father was very angry with Virgil, but he had hidden it behind a quite thick veil of concern, which hit him too when the surgeon who removed the bullet embedded in his shoulder announced that the patient had also entered into fibrillation. Also, as if getting shot wasn’t enough. Now he was in a forced coma, to allow his body to heal without complications; he did not risk his life, however, so even if life support was taken away there was no high risk.

Jeff had gone down to the cafeteria to get some coffee, Alan along with him, probably to binge eat as usual; Scott had never understood why Alan could eat so much in situations like these, as if his stomach didn’t care that his older brother was in the hospital.

Scott, on the other hand, remained there, by his side, brooding as usual, starving as usual, worrying as usual.

Although their father had finally returned and immediately took over the reins of the International Rescue, it was still difficult for Scott to let himself go altogether, and return to the role of operator within IR. He often thought about it, how could he abandon a role he had become accustomed to and had made his own for 8 years? The commanding role, which had fallen on his head the day after his father disappeared, along with the various responsibilities that followed.

He thought about it, yeah, and he kept thinking about it, and there was always an answer in his mind, even if it wasn’t the right one. I can’t. His brain always told him that, like a mantra. You can’t.

Jeff somehow understood that, from the day he was rescued, the moment Scott girded his hips with his arm to get him back on the road home. Scott also noticed it, because every time Jeff spoke to him, he looked at him. He looked at him with a gentle, but also a bit authoritarian look. Don’t worry anymore, my son, you don’t need to take on responsibilities that aren’t yours anymore. And he told him without the need to open his mouth, so powerful was a look.

Scott at that moment opened his eyes, and in front of him was Virgil, who was asleep. He was asleep, but it was wrong. He couldn’t sleep now.

"Hey Virg." He tried whispering, like it was a crime to talk to a coma patient out loud. He didn’t get an answer.

"You know? I understand why you disobeyed orders. I don’t think it’s my own reason; it’s just that you care about everyone, unconditionally. You’ve always been the most empathetic of us, like...." he took a little breath. "... mom."

A slight sigh. Jeff would be back any minute. "Who knows how Mom is, eh, Virg? I don’t even want to think that you might be with her right now, because if you are, it means that everything is not good for you. And I...I need you. You must have noticed this, as empathetic as you are." He smiled involuntarily.

He heard a faint noise of footsteps coming from the hallway. "Now I must leave you, Virg. If I don’t get a coffee, I might pass out for a few weeks." He hated leaving his brother alone, but he really needed coffee or a good night’s sleep. The couple of times he left his younger brother alone was to go to a short shower. Of course, International Rescue was off-duty, and it would stay like that until Thunderbird 2 was back on line. None of the brothers worked well when one of them wasn’t there. And Jeff understood that. He understood them.

Scott slowly rose from the uncomfortable chair on which he had also spent many nights, putting a hand on his forehead in the process. He took one last look at Virgil, then left the room, John taking over.

The redhead put his left hand on his brother's shoulder, the other arm leaning against the wall, not yet fully accustomed to Earth’s gravity, and Scott smiled feebly back, then went to the cafeteria. Now it was John’s turn to observe his brother.

Virgil glanced at the snow, occasionally touching it with a finger or moving it with the tip of his shoe. They were both back out, and the air, although it was cold from the snow, did not seem to freeze him at all. "Mom...I have a feeling there’s something I desperately need to know."

Lucille looked at him, smiling. Her skin was very white, like snow. "How is that saying? If you don’t remember it, it means it wasn’t important."

"It is! It’s a person..." Virgil placed his hand on his forehead, closing his eyes and trying to remember.

She looked at him, her hands clenched on her chin and her elbows on her thighs. She had always liked to watch her son think. He had this habit of ruffling his eyebrows and bending a corner of his mouth down as he thought. All of them were different when they were thinking. Scott narrowed his eyes and pulled out his deadly dimples, unwittingly bending an angle of the mouth upwards, John always kept a neutral face, while Gordon had the habit of covering his mouth with the fist of his hand. And Alan...she never had time to find it out.

Usually Lucille could not possibly interfere with the natural course of things, but now it was essential for Virgil to return to his family. Get back to life. This would have been just...a shortcut to get to the final path. A path to which Virgil would have to come on his own, and fight for himself.

"Do you miss your father?" By now she had thrown the stone. Now it was up to Virgil to take it, retrieve the last piece of the puzzle to make it complete, and to ensure himself a way out. And of life.

"Yes..." Virgil replied, with a sad but strong voice. "Sometimes I feel like he’s back...I feel like I hear him..." The piece was slowly getting stuck. "I feel..." The last memory fell on him, like an avalanche. An avalanche that he could feel.

Lucille smiled at him, aware of what his son was about to reveal to her.

"He’s alive! He’s back..." Virgil began to stutter, the memory of his father, sitting at his desk, with gray hair and wrinkles marked by the age, but he did not remember the emotion felt in taking him back, in bringing him home from space.

His heart started beating too fast. So fast that even the Virgil who fought on the hospital bed had the heart that galloped too hard for the tastes of the multiparametric monitor, which began to beep hastily, alarming his doctors, who entered the room en masse.

Virgil took a few short breaths, calming down, but this was not enough because, as he had heard, he was in 'critical conditions’ caused by a 'seizure'. Or at least that’s what he heard.

"Virgil," his mother’s voice took him away from his thoughts, a voice as sweet as the face looking at him.

"I have to go back, Mom." He was quick to answer.

She nodded and smiled. "Don’t you want to be here with me anymore?"

He smiled too. "Now not anymore, I understood what I wanted and I solved what I had to solve." He took a short breath, while she nodded. "Thank you, Mom, for taking care of me one last time..." He was ready to say goodbye.

Almost as if she had intercepted his thoughts, she was immediately ready to answer. "Always remember...that I will never leave, child. I will always be here when you want to talk to me." She put her hand on his chest, right where his heart was beating. "I will always listen to you, even if I cannot answer you."

His big hand covered her hand, holding it tightly. "Thank you." He looked at her. "How do I get back?"

Her face immediately became serious, and her hand moved away from her heart. "You must fight...your fear."

"What...?" That’s when he realized he could feel something. Almost afraid, he turned slowly towards the avalanche behind him...that moved quickly towards his direction.

He suddenly felt nauseous, and he quickly turned to his mother, expecting a smiling face and maybe hearing her say that all this was a joke, because she had the habit of always joking, the same habit that Gordon too had. At that moment, however, he did not know what was scarier, whether the avalanche that threatened to overwhelm him at any moment or his mother’s frightened face.

"There is no other way...?" His voice was very weak.

"No, I’m sorry...and you don’t have much time left..."

"So you expect me to run into an avalanche?"

"I expect you to overcome your fear, to save yourself."

Words so simple, but at the same time incredibly powerful, that they had the effect of a slap in the face. He had tried to save his mother, but all this time he had been under the avalanche. Overwhelmed by fear.

He looked seriously at his mother, who understood, kissing him quickly on the cheek, then he got up and took a running start, charging it with all the fear that, he was certain, will never go away completely. Then he ran, ran to fight his monster, screaming with all his voice in his body, his battle cry.

He entered the avalanche.

Then...

All white.

“Thank you, I was really hungry.” Virgil replied, looking happily at the pizza that Gordon had smuggled to him.

“Heh, don’t get caught.” His copilot winked back at him.

“By the doctors?”

“That too, but by Scott! God know we’ll both get a good piece of talk if he finds out!”

“His favorite man needs carbohydrates.”

“‘His favorite man’ my ass!” Scott entered the room, showing his killer dimples and his pearly white smile. “Did you think you’d eat pizza without me?” The eldest took a slice of pizza, handed it to Virgil, then took another one for himself.

“That was the intent.” Gordon replied, earning a smack in the back of his neck from Scott.

“Have a nice meal too, guys.” Virgil responded with a laugh.

He was about to bite into his beloved pizza, when a black and white butterfly came in through the open window, resting on Virgil’s fingers.

Mom…

-END-

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sapphiics · 3 years

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All I wanna get is(just a little more closer)

a/n: I listened to Nights by Frank Ocean for a good two and a half hours straight writing this.

dt: @ellesgreenaway india you are the sole reason i finished this I really needed the encouragement thank you so much babes

word count: 1.7k

content warning: none! it’s barely angsty and includes a happy ending

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“You didn’t have to walk me home.”

“I mean I’m pretty sure you were invited to at least three different after parties.” JJ continues, turning towards Elle. The two of them were walking home from the last football game of the season. Their last one ever, senior year finally upon them.

“Parties that I’m not even remotely interested, seeing as how you’re not gonna be there.” Elle’s hair tossing over her shoulder as she looks at JJ. Her silky brown hair, curly and damp after tonight’s game.They’re natural, sitting just below Elle’s shoulders, framing her face perfectly. JJ’s always liked the curls.

Truth be told, JJ’s liked just about everything concerning Elle Greenaway, since the day she looked out her bedroom window to see a U-Haul truck parked outside, a young girl moving boxes into the house across the street in November of junior year. It didn’t help that Elle happened to be a star soccer player at her old school, and their similar interests meant JJ and her had 5 classes together. Or that she wore the same vanilla perfume single day, a scent JJ couldn’t get out of her head.

But it was when Elle really started being close with her, the two of them practically joined at the hip, that JJ’s innocent infatuation turned deeper. When they started going to practice together, getting lunch, meeting up outside of school. Sleepovers in JJ’s bed, their legs intertwined under the heavy quilt she uses as a comforter. She can still remember the first night the two of them shared the same bed, facing each other with their hands folded under their heads. The following morning brings the brutal news to JJ’s heart, that she has the biggest crush on her best friend. A crush that’s only intensified as the months go by, to the point where JJ finds herself both wanting to be around Elle constantly, and wishing the brunette was far away from her as to prevent further heartbreak. But Elle was irresistible, and JJ couldn’t avoid her even if she wanted to. So she shoved it down, deep down into her stomach, convincing herself that she and Elle could be friends. Just friends.

Only ever friends.

The ever so prominent fact that Elle still thought JJ was dating somebody only made matters worse.

She wasn’t wrong to think so, considering up until three days ago, JJ had been in a steady relationship with Will Lamontagne. The charming country boy, Will came to their school just a couple months before Elle did, and him and JJ hit it off like nobody else. He was sweet, unassuming, and treated her with nothing but respect. From the moment he met her parents, Mr & Mrs. Jareau have been daydreaming over their future wedding. Everybody expected them to make it, the one couple from high school to go the distance, stick it out to the inevitable end. Half the town’s got bets on them getting married right after graduation.

But Will wasn’t clueless, and JJ had never been the best at hiding her emotions. After all, there was a reason they worked so well together for so long. He may not be her great love, but he knew her and her feelings, a fact that kept JJ with him for almost a year. Despite how much he loved her, and he did love her, Will knew it wasn’t reciprocated, and JJ was never going to break his heart. Nothing surprised her more than to see him at her doorstep that Tuesday afternoon, a medium-sized cardboard box in his hands.

Her volleyball sweatshirt hanging over the edge, a picture of the two of them at homecoming sticking out of the box. The overwhelming sorrow she could feel radiating from him as he broke up with her already made her feel awful, but it was the sincerity in his voice when he told her to be with who truly makes her happy that broke her. A pointed look ,silently telling her that he knows, brings tears to her eyes and forces her arms to wrap tightly around his neck. Twisting her hands in his shirt and breathing in the smell of aftershave and pine that always came Will, JJ loved him more in that moment than she ever could remember in the 8 months they’ve been dating.

Which brings her back to the present, where she finds Elle looking at her strangely, a nervous yet curious look on her face. Which unnerves JJ, considering Elle isn’t nervous about anything. She’s always been the more confident, teetering on brash, one of the pair. “I found out something interesting today,” Elle starts, “Apparently somebody broke up with their long term boyfriend this week and neglected to tell me.” Her mildly accusing tone caused JJ to stop and turn fully towards Elle. “I figured it wasn’t important,” she shrugs, “ I wasn’t heartbroken and we had a busy week to focus on anyway.”

“You guys dated for nine months, this is practically a divorce.” Elle laments, looping her arm through JJ’s and leaning into the blonde, “Obviously you’re feeling something about this, and I want to be there for you.” Her voice turns soft at the end, and JJ finally meets Elle’s eyes, the care and love in her face shining.

The love JJ can see Elle has for her is almost stifling, stealing her breath and making her heart ache. What she would give to have that love mirror hers, for Elle to want the same things JJ’s wanted for the past year. The two of them stare into each other’s eyes, stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and JJ can smell the strong scent of Elle’s trademark icebreakers. She could've sworn Elle glanced down at her lips when her tongue poked out and swiped against them, glossing over the cracks caused by the impending winter. Whatever was happening between them ended almost as soon as it began, a fleeting moment that passed far too quickly for JJ’s taste.

“So don’t bottle it up and tell me next time,” Elle says, giving JJ an exaggerated eye roll, following up with a large grin across her face as she starts to pick up speed. JJ lags behind her, not ready to go home just yet. They still reach her house in no time, and JJ finds herself desperate for more time with her, just the two of them in their own little bubble separate from the world. She gradually slows as they approach her walkway, JJ hoping she doesn’t have to say anything, that Elle will just know what she wants.

“You wanna go to the park?” Elle suddenly says ,the words ones that JJ desperately wanted to hear. She nods feverishly, her cheeks heating up as Elle slides her hand down her arm, grasping JJ’s. The pair walk in relative silence, Elle’s soft hands fitting perfectly into her own, their shoulders pressed together as they march towards the tiny playground in their cul-de-sac. It’s only when they’re sitting side by side at the top of the slide when Elle finally spits out what JJ can tell she’s been waiting to say all evening.

“ Why are you so okay about this?” At JJ’s surprised face Elle backtracks, “ I mean if you dated for so long and you loved each other then how are you so okay about it? It took me a good month to get over my last girlfriend, and we weren’t half as serious as you and Will.”

JJ sighs, the words on the tip of her tongue since the breakup really settled in, “ I guess I just wanted something more, I mean Will is a great guy, but I want to feel more than just complacent in a relationship, you know?” JJ lets out a small huff at the end, her breath clouding up in front of her. “ I felt so guilty about it, but I never,” she pauses, an odd sense of vulnerability she’s scared to give in to settling inside of her, “ I never yearned for Will. I mean, he was there and he made me happy, but I would be completely okay without him.”

“I just want someone I can’t live without, someone who I want to be with always.” Finally letting out what she’s been thinking this entire week, she’s surprised to see Elle sitting closer, her hands in both of JJ’s.

“You want passion.”

Elle turns her entire body towards JJ, keeping their hands intact as she stares into the blonde’s eyes.

“You want someone who can’t be replaced.” JJ can’t look away, even as she feels Elle’s hands slide up her arm. Her breath starts coming quicker, and she can feel her hair getting pushed back by Elle’s slender fingers as they get impossibly closer.

“You deserve to be completely in love with whoever you’re with JJ. You deserve the best.” Elle sliding her hand closer to the back of JJ’s head, their noses grazing each other. “You think so?” JJ’s voice a small whisper she slides her fingers towards Elle’s waist, her heart near beating out of her chest. The insecure part of her brain convincing her that this was a dream, one of the many she’s had about her best friend.

But then Elle leans in that last inch, cradling JJ’s head in her hand, and there was no doubt in her brain that this was real. Cause Elle’s lips were just as soft as they looked, and they moved against JJ’s in a gentle yet all-consuming way that wiped away everything from her mind except this moment. JJ could taste the fruitiness of Elle’s raspberry gum, and the peach slushie they shared during halftime was still faint in her mouth. It’s like everything she was missing out on, all the emptiness she felt when with Will, was getting filled to the brim by Elle and her kisses, overwhelming JJ in the most addictive way.

When they finally separate, small pants the only sound they can hear as their foreheads touch, something akin to fear strikes through JJ. The knowledge that nothing is ever going to be the same between them hitting her like a freight train.

“ I do,” followed by a chaste peck, “ Of course I do.” And Elle’s grinning at her, trailing her long fingers through JJ’s hair, easing every single worry she could possibly have.

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Comfort and Moving Forward - Jeff Atkins

Synopsis;

Jeff has to watch his dear friend suffer from Justins’ actions, all whilst hoping that she would notice her worth. And him.

Warnings: Angsty af. Fluffff. Mentions of cheating (past relationship). Language. Cute ass Jeff. Super cheesy, cliché plot line *eye roll*

Words: 2,711

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x reader, Justin Foley x reader (past relationship)

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"So wait, you really said that?"

"Like I said. I. GOOGLED. EVERYTHING. How do you expect me to ignore Google?"

Y/N threw her head back with laughter as Tony and she walked down the hallways of Liberty High, drawing the attention of their peers. Taking deep breaths of air to help calm her down, she shook her head and patted her friend on the shoulder, slowing to look at him. "You're possibly the dumbest person I've ever met!"

"But I'm your favourite!" Jeff exclaimed proudly, a smug look plastered across his face.

"Hmm, I dunno about that..." Y/N trailed off, a feigned look of contemplation crosses her features as she rubs her chin, in false deep thought. "I think I like Jensen better."

Jeff stops dead in his tracks as he grasps at his chest, imitating hurt and heartbreak. "How dare you? I'm extremely offended Y/N/N. I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

A smile soon breaks across his face as he slings his arm across her shoulder and chuckles, pulling her close into his side. "You're lucky I love you." He makes kissy faces down towards her, making her face scrunch up in insincere disgust.

Y/N scoffs and playfully rolls her eyes as she jabs her finger gently into his ribs. "Sure am, dumbass."

They proceed to make their way their way out of the school and towards Jeff's car in the parking lot continuing to softly chuckle at the exchange when Y/N perks up, hearing the familiar roaring, boisterous laugh and an airy, girlish giggle carry through the air, making her fall behind Jeff and look around to find the owner.

Jeff noticed the sudden absence of his friend next to him and turns back towards her noticing she's staring of to the side, a mixture of sadness, longing and anger across her features. He takes note of the direction she's looking in and turns his attention to find the source of Y/N's rapid change in mood and behaviour. Once he laid his eyes upon the couple several parking spaces away, laughing loudly together with numerous jocks on either side of them, showing an excessive amount of PDA, Jeff understood immediately and swiftly moved to collect Y/N.

Once reaching his sullen friend, he wrapped his arm around her securely, pulling her along to his car to get in and flee from the scene that was playing out in front of them. Y/N hadn't even realised she was crying until Jeff reached a hand up to her face to wipe away fallen tears soaking the skin of her cheek in salty streams. He smoothed her hair down at the back of her head as he whispered words of comfort to her, in hopes of calming her down.

Finally buckled up within the confined of the vehicle, Y/N releases a long, shaky sign as her eyes screw shut tightly, trying to control her breathing and not break down into sobs.

"Fuck Justin, okay? He's not worth it." Jeff tries to improve his friends glum spirit. "Hey, wanna sleepover? We haven't had one in forever and I really do need to catch up with The Punisher. Plus, I think we both could do with not giving a shit what we eat right now." He throws her a mischievous grin.

She gives him a small smile and nods her head softly, not trusting her voice at that current moment.

Giving her a one last glance from the edge of his peripheral vision, he turned on the engine and left the schools premises. _______________

With Y/N's parents away for the weekend, the house is empty and quiet, perfect for using the living room for their marathon. After unlocking her front door, Jeff hastily speeds past her and places the bags full of junk food on to the coffee table before sprinting upstairs, readying his arms for the mountain of pillows and blankets he will soon wrestle with to get downstairs.

Y/N watches in slight amusement at her best friend preparing anything and everything needed to comfort her and make her happy. She smiles softly as she kicks her shoes off before lazily making her way up to her bedroom to get changed into her warm and inviting sleepwear, which includes one of the many sweatshirts she's stolen from her frantic friend who's still setting everything up.

She's always adored Jeff, quite frankly was in love with him for the longest time, but as he got his first load of girlfriends in high school, she became disheartened and locked away all hope she could possibly have. She could never believe someone as amazing as Jeff could reciprocate her feelings. plus, she never wanted to endanger her friendship with Jeff, she would break if he was no longer in her life, discouraging her further from admitting her feeling to the baseball player.

When Justin came along one day and asked her out on a date to the movies, she was quite shocked but extremely thankful in a way as she could use the distraction to take her mind away from Jeff. The date went well and soon, multiple others occurred, leading to the two to finally become a couple.

Y/N genuinely fell for the boy and she thought he fell just as hard for her but those thoughts soon diminished once she had witnessed her now ex-boyfriend make out with Jessica Davis, one of the cheerleaders at Liberty, 3 weeks ago. Y/N and Jess weren't best friends of anything but they were civil enough to be considered acquaintances who occasionally hung around the same people.

She had voiced concerns to Justin himself about his friendliness towards the girl but he always dismissed it and said that he loved her and only her. Oh, how right she was to have her doubts.

Justin Foley had well and truly broken the poor girl.

'Was I not good enough?'.....'Am I not pretty enough?'.....'Did I bore him?'.....'What does Jessica have that I don't?'.....'Didn't I show him how much I love him enough?'.....

'Did he ever love me?'.....

She luckily had Jeff who was always there for her. He had shut down every doubt and nasty, self-deprecating thought that damaged her confidence and self-esteem. He would go to the ends of the Earth just to see her happy, even if he was miserable for the rest of his life.

When Y/N and Justin started dating, Jeff was absolutely devastated. He felt heartbroken but it all felt bittersweet when he realised how happy Justin was making his precious Y/N. He wanted time and time again for it to be him to be making her so happy and full of joy, but he never had the gall to state how her felt as he too was scared of ruining what they had.

And with that, he would suffer the consequences of his lack of courage and be subjected to watch his one true soulmate be with him.

"Will you bloody calm down Jeff! I'm getting exhausted just from fucking watching you!"

He exhales a chuckle as he makes his last trip consisting of covers down the stairs. "I just wanna get to eating and cuddling with my favourite." He grinned at her whilst sending her a cheeky wink.

She looked down as she felt her face flush with colour, tinging the tips of her ears and full cheeks pink. "Shut up." She mumbled quietly in reply, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards, forming a small smile to grace her features.

He smiles at her, eyes filled with adoration, absorbing the breath taking sight of his best friend that he was completely and utterly in love with. "I'm gonna go change. I'm pretty sure you left some sweatpants here from last time. I could find them and bring them down for you after I'm done, if you like."

"Yeah, sure." He gave her another small smile and a chaste kiss on the forehead before heading downstairs.

Her blush intensified as he left from the small display of affection. She walked leisurely into her room, quickly finding her sleepwear and stripping of her day clothes. As she changes, she looks over towards her once fully made bed to now see nothing but a mattress, noting the lack of pillows and covers. She releases a breathy giggle, imagining what she ever did right to deserve someone as amazing, kind, caring and special as Jeff.

Y/N's smile started to widen once her thoughts drifted back to Jeff, with his stupid, perfect face. She quickly shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts and finished slipping into her more comfortable clothing.

She dug through her draws, soon finding a pair of darkish grey sweatpants and a navy t-shirt. Collecting them into her arms, she flounces down the stairs to be met with a lounging Jeff surrounded by food, blankets and enough pillows to fill a warehouse. She lets out a snort causing Jeff's attention to be instantly directed towards the girl and a wide yet playful grin to cross his face. "Took you long enough."

"Ha ha." Y/N replies in a sarcastic tone then proceeds to throw the clothing towards the sluggish lounger taking up the couch.

A quiet ‘oof‘ escaped his lips as the clothing hit the intended target that is his face. He removes the clothing from upon his head and his smile falters for a millisecond before turning into a prideful smirk, taking his bottom lip in-between his pearly whites, raking his eyes over her form. "Nice sweatshirt you got there."

"Shut up. It looks better on me anyways." She playfully retorts back at him to distract him from the item of clothing in question and the painfully obvious blush creeping back on to her cheeks.

"That I can agree on." He stands and smugly struts towards the bathroom to go change. As he walks away, he playfully pinches her hip before speaking again. "Why don't you set up the T.V. ready."

Once he's disappeared around the corner and the door to the bathroom can heard closing, Y/N releases a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. Walking towards the couch, fumbling with the ends of the shirt she wears, she sits down and reaches for the remote, readying Netflix and bringing up The Punisher for the marathon to begin.

A mere 2 minutes pass before Jeff returns, clad in his sweats and shirt. He plops himself on top of the couch and impossibly close to Y/N, bringing an arm to rest behind her as he pulls a blanket over with the other. Once fully settled into their mountain of comfort, Jeff finally grabs the T.V. remote and presses play.

"Buckle up baby, it's gonna be a long night."

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Through out each and every episode, Y/N couldn't help but let her mind wander and swim with thoughts, not truly paying attention to whatever Frank Castle is doing on screen.

'Was I really a terrible girlfriend?'...….'Should I be happy it's over?'...….'What's with all of Jeff's playful flirting?'...….'It's totally not flirting, right?'...….'He definitely does not like me like that'...….'Is it too soon to be thinking about Jeff like this?'...….

Y/N was so busy drowning in her own thoughts, she hadn't realised that Jeff has been trying to get her attention for the past few minutes nor that her eyes had glazed over and let slip a few salty tears. What truly broke her out of her revere was the gentle cupping of her cheek in a large, calloused hand wiping said tears with gentle strokes of the thumb.

She looked up through her long, delicate eyelashes and glassy irises to be met with the concerned gaze of Jeff. He had a sad smile on his face as he began to speak. "What's wrong Y/N/N?"

That's all it took for the dam to break and her body was wracked with sobs. Jeff brought her head towards his chest, burying her face into his shirt as he held her tightly, kissing the crown of her hair and cooing softly, telling her it's okay, that he's there and that he isn't leaving.

She bawled up his shirt tightly into her shaky hands, knuckles turning white, as her body trembled next to his. "wh-why wasn't....I-I-I g-good enough...?" Her voice broken, stuttering and hiccupping through her sentence, choking on her gut wrenching sobs and dry lump in her throat.

His heart broke watching the girl he loved look so fragile and in a state of distraught. He feels a knot in his chest tightening, the guilt that feels taking over. 'If only I had told her, she wouldn't have ended up hurt by him'. He takes fault in not having the courage to tell her his feelings before Justin got to her. If he had, she wouldn't have had her heart broken by some asshole who barely treated her right in the first place.

As he beats and berates his self on the inside, he exudes a strong and calming façade, trying to project any form of happiness on to her in the hopes she finds comfort.

"It's him who wasn't good enough. NEVER say you aren't good enough." She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, shaking her head and sniffling. "Th-then why'd he d-do it...?"

"Because he's a fucking asshole who never deserved you. He could never, in a million years, ever treat you how you rightly deserved to be treated. You're absolutely perfect and it kills me when you belittle yourself like that Y/N.

You're so beautiful. I could travel to any and every place on Earth and I could never find anything more beautiful than you. You're smart, kind, caring, compassionate, kinda a dork but there isn't a single thing I would change about you because I have and always will love you for who you are when you're yourself."

By this point, she's looking up at him with wide eyed, cheeks stained with dry tears, lips parted in shock.

He brings his hand up to reattach to her cheek, cupping it gently as he leans forward, resting his forehead against her, noses lightly touching. "I love you, Y/N Y/L/N and I wish you could see just how much."

In a surge of confidence and possibly fear, she closes the gap between them and crashes her lips on to his. She tugs at his shirt to bring him impossibly closer as their lips mould together perfectly. They relish on the feeling of their lips against the other.

All too soon, they reluctantly pull away, the need for oxygen too much. Leaning their foreheads back on to one another's, they heavily pant for breath, staring into each others eyes with what only could be described and love, lust, adoration and awe.

"I love you, Jeff." She whispers breathlessly, afraid that if she spoke any louder, all the air will rush out of her lungs, scared the moment would be over and a harsh reality would crash over her.

"I love you, Y/N." Although, as Jeff whispers just as quietly and just as breathless as her, she smiled at the realisation that this could possibly the beginning of something wonderful.

"I think I may be over him." A chuckle rumbles in Jeff's chest.

"I sure hope so, otherwise this is gonna be really fucking awkward and I didn't even need to Google that to know so." She giggles and projects a beaming smile. "I get that you might still need time but, I'd love if you would be my girlfriend and let me take you out on an actual date?" He smiled sheepishly as he asked.

His sheepish smile soon turned into an over ecstatic grin as she nodded her head furiously at him instantly. She stretched her neck up and kissed his cheek gently then settled back into the couch, snuggling into his side. He smiled down towards her and places a sweet, chaste kiss on her hairline before turning his attention back to the television screen, bringing her closer into his embrace.

Words couldn't truly describe their feelings in the moment but as Y/N and Jeff continued to cuddle, watching The Punisher with cheek splitting grins etched on to their faces, there was a sense of serenity and safety surrounding them. They felt at peace in each others arms.

Happy, content and at peace.

_______________ . . . . . I really hope you like this I mean, it's my third fic so don't expect my ideas or plot to be exceeding your expectations, yanno lmao Any and all constructive criticism is welcomed as always and I really do look forward to hopefully receiving some requests (I may actually know what I'm doing then) If you enjoyed this, please don't forget to press that lil like button as it could really help me out :D

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lettrespromises · 4 years

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THE FORGOTTEN DAY. - AKAASHI, DAICHI, KUROO, ATSUMU.

@luveranime wrote : ❝Hey Nikki its me again lmao 😂. Could you do one where they actually completely forget your birthday? With Akaashi, daichi, kuroo, and atsumu? Make it angst please🥺❞

A.N: ❝dear reader,

thank you so much for trusting me once more with your request! i always love writing the requests even more so than my own prompts. i sincerely hope you’ll like these hc’s, i tried to make these as angsty as i could but atsumu has two braincells and i could NOT resist the temptation of doing something more lighthearted, i hope you won’t be mad at me! mwah! enjoy your promised letter!

sincerely yours, nikki❞

Genre: Kinda angsty, kinda fluffy. Warnings: Cursing, crying.

Now, Akaashi is not one to forget about dates and birthdays. I’m pretty sure he has a notebook filled with everyone’s birthdays written in a chronological order. Needless to say, he’s someone who is extremely organized.

He is the kind of boyfriend to remember all the slightest details you mention when you guys have a conversation. We’re talking about small details, pieces of informations that others wouldn’t necessarily pick up on except if your name is Akaashi Keiji. (I.E: he knows that Bokuto-san classifies his underwear according to each day of the week.)

The week leading up to your birthday, he makes sure to leave several notes stuck on your notebooks, laptop, mug, even your jacket to let you know how loved you are and how exceptional of a human being you are.

Unfortunately for you, your birthday has the misfortune of being set right during the revision week leading to the final exams. The latter are extremely important to Akaashi because missing his exams would result in him not being able to go to inter-school volleyball training held during the weekend.

Even though he’s in a relationship, he can be quite distant when something is bothering him because he refuses categorically to drown you with his problems, revisions being one of them. He’s so driven to study hard (although he’s already an excellent student), that everything else appears as a blur to him- he breathes revisions, eats revisions, lives for revisions.

The latter causes him to inevitably forget about your birthday. At first, you just think he’s playing along with you and he has this huge and sweet surprise in store for you which might explain why he hasn’t left you any love notes or sent you any texts, or even avoid you at school.

The evening of your birthday, you crash down at his place, a bit perplexed at his antics. But, unconsciously, you were still in denial, you knew or at least hoped that he was just purposefully acting as such because he wanted to surprise you for your birthday.

When he opens the door and sees you, he has a quizzical look on his face “Um, hello, Y/N? May I ask what you’re doing here, dove?”

Now, it was your turn to have a quizzical look on your face, “So you really don’t know? Isn’t it, you know, a special day?”

His mind is so coated by his obsession to study hard that nothing comes to his mind, nothing to answer to your interrogation and eventually, nothing to leave his mouth as a response. He could swear there’s something he has forgotten, it’s somehow on the tip of his tongue but no sound is echoed on his part.

“You know what, Akaashi, just don’t make promises you can’t keep. I hope these notes you left me will help you.”

First of all, you called him Akaashi instead of Keiji, meaning that there was something terribly wrong with him or his deeds.

Second of all, he looked carefully enough, there were pearls of tears on the corner of your eyes.

Third of all, he was so taken aback, as if all his memory had resurfaced in the blink of an eye that he still couldn’t find the strength to say something. Instead, his eyes wandered on your figure, his back facing you, already on your way home. The sole reflex he had was to raise his hand in your direction, as if he could catch your silhouette already long gone, hopelessly.

Daichi is already the (unofficial) dad of troublesome children (thank the heavens for mama Sugawara and uncle Asahi), which means not only he has to juggle between his duty as a captain and as a student, but he also must make sure of the stability of your relationship.

It’s really taking a toll on him. Seeing him come home late after late night practice is not even surprising anymore, he just comes to your place and crashes down for the night at unbelievable hours- sometimes ten, sometimes eleven.

His role of captain is so dear to his heart and he’s kind of an all or nothing kind of guy. But when it comes to the volleyball team, he pours every once of passion, patience and energy he has to offer. He knows that the first years have literally gifts when it comes to playing and he wants to exploit their potential at the fullest.

Nonetheless, when it comes to remembering dates, Daichi (being an unofficial dad) has the tendency to remember rather quickly common dates like birthdays, if not, he can always count on Suga to remind him in case he gets too hotheaded into what he’s doing.

On the day of your birthday, he sent you a myriad of texts, mini-novels if you will. All of them were the testimonies of the love he held in your regard, he was so thoughtful, each one of his word was carefully chosen to make you feel like the most loved person on the planet.

Starting the day off with a series of loving texts from your boyfriend is indeed the best way to wake up.

However, after close inspection, the last text he had sent you mentioned a date tonight at your favorite restaurant in town because, and I quote, “you deserve to be treated like the royalty you are.”

Focusing in class was almost impossible, the only thing occupying your mind was tonight’s date with Daichi, just the two of you on your birthday. And truth be told, there was no other way you’d rather spend this ever so special day.

Right after the bell rang, you made a beeline to your place to get ready as Daichi told you he would pick you up at 7, right after practice. Your heart was bursting with joy and impatience, a sweet mix of emotions which made you feel overwhelmed by love.

It was 7 already and your eyes were stuck on the alley of your house, waiting to see Daichi’s car arrive and admire the beautiful, lovestruck grin plastered upon his face.

Then it was 8, and suspicions started to arise in your mind. Your head was clouded by interrogations : “Does he not love me anymore?”, “Is this is way of telling me we should break up?”

Then 9, then 10 and eventually 11.

You waited four hours to hear a sign from Daichi, and you couldn’t keep up with the countless texts you had sent him, wondering where he was. But, you still had hope. Heart-crushing hope that is, or maybe you were just stuck in pure denial.

You were sitting on a chair, several stains of tears on your cheeks already, facing the window which offered a view outside your house because “You never know, he might show up...”

At 11, your phone rang and Daichi’s number highlighted the screen. You were so quick to pick up the phone, your quickness was almost inhuman.

“Baby? Hi, it’s me. Are you still awake?” You hummed in response, scared of the way your voice would break if you were to talk. “Listen, practice-...”, you cut him off : “Practice ran late again, I know, Daichi.”

There was a moment of silence on his end of the line, a moment of guilt.

“Baby, you have no idea how sorry I am. It’s just the team and the firs-...” - “I know, the gifted first years.” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“We can reschedule tomorrow if you want, I’ll ask Ennoshita to take care of the training for me.” He sounded desperate, eaten alive by the guilt consuming him and the fragile tone of your voice, you sounded like a broken record.

“Tomorrow won’t be my birthday anymore, Daichi, you know that.” You knew that if you were to hear the sound of his voice again, you were bound to break in tears, and as much as he hurt you, you knew it wasn’t his fault and you didn’t want to make him feel even more guilty than he already was feeling.

Instead, you hung up while he was still rambling about confused apologies and you headed straight to your room, head low, fresh tears crashing on the stains left by the dried tears. Like an eternal circle, if you will.

Kuroo is someone who is extremely observant by nature, just look at the way he behaves around Kenma- he doesn’t need for you to talk to know how you’re feeling and can directly dissect what’s wrong with you.

So when he finds himself having a one-sided discussion with you, (or a double-sided conversation if you deem silence as a worthy response), his brain automatically goes on retrospection mode and he’s trying to reminisce absolutely everything that happened during the last 48 hours.

The science-related puns don’t work, the teasing is a crushing defeat, all his best aces fail to put a smile on your face or make you crack a laugh. You’re still silent, or if he’s lucky enough, he can hear the faint sound of hum leaving your lips.

His last option is to ask Kenma because Kenma appears as an omniscient point of view in your relationship. And although he’s not directly involved in your couple, he always seems to find the responses to the riddles left by the cons of being in a relationship.

Kuroo and Kenma are having lunch outside, as expected of the blonde individual, his eyes are solely focused on the device held between his hands, but Kuroo is used to it.

“Man, I just don’t get why Y/N is giving me the cold shoulder, it’s really weighing on my mind.”

“Are you sure you don’t know, or do you act as if you don’t know?”

“Ha? What do you mean?”

“Yesterday was Y/N’s birthday, just in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Oh... Oh! It’s time to panic, it’s time to leave his brain on overdrive and find a solution to make up for what he judged an inexcusable behavior.

What broke his heart even more is when he imagined to put himself into your shoes, how heartbroken you must have felt, how alone you must have felt, he even wondered if you wanted to break up with him.

Sure, Kuroo was observant, but sometimes being a airhead got the best of him. Or perhaps in this case, the worse of him.

He froze, his mouth was set agape and kind of like Akaashi, in moments of panic, he didn’t know what to do. He felt defeatist, he knew that forgetting your birthday was a dealbreaker. He already thought of all the consequences of his actions, and he knew that none of these consequences would turn out good in any way.

He ran through the hallways like a madman, yelling to the other students to step aside as he did so. He knew where you were, and he felt so stupid for knowing your timetable off by heart but not being able to remember such a simple date as your birthday.

You were having lunch in class with your friends, and when a hint of a roster’s head peaked through the door, making hand gestures to silently tell you to come see him, you excused yourself and left the class under the puzzling looks of your friends.

To say that Kuroo was sweating was an understatement, he was absolutely shaking to death and he exuded guilt by every pore of his body. Your gaze landed on his face, and your expression seemed lifeless- where did the usual gleam in your eyes go? The shine in your eyes he loved so much?

“You’re free to insult me for the rest of my days on this planet. I know I messed up, I messed up so bad and I don’t even know how to-... Hey? Oi, Y/N, please, please don’t cry.”

If he needed yet another reason to feel guilty, that was his cue. The tears falling in cascade on your face, the scarlet tones of your eyes, everything about you screamed pure sadness.

Both of your hearts broke in unison, and the motion of his hands to capture you and hold him close to his chest was so experimental, as if he’d never held you in his arms in his entire life.

“Why did you forget, Tetsu?”

“I swear on my life that it was unintentional. I know you won’t forgive me anytime soon and, kitten, you have every right to do so. I know it’s not an excuse but just believe me when I say that it was unintentional. I’m so sorry, you have no idea.”

“Just wish me a happy birthday instead of rambling.”

“Happy birthday, kitten, I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

As the manager of the volleyball team, you were Inarizaki’s pride and joy. You were a literal ray of sunshine, the embodiment of a gem and you were always cherished by the entire team for helping them so much.

You always made sure they drank enough, prepped several towels in case they sweated too much (they always did), listened to their problems, eased their doubts- you were undeniably perfect to them.

So perfect that Osamu, as well as the rest of the team, always wondered how and why you ended up with his airhead of a twin, or rather, and I quote, “The useless piss-haired twin.”

To be frank, if it wasn’t for you, Atsumu would probably be dead by now. The cause of his death? Osamu himself? The whole team? His stupidity? We shall never know.

You cannot expect Atsumu to remember any specific dates, he even struggles to remember his own birthday which results in him asking when was his brother born and Osamu letting out a desperate sigh, wondering what on Earth did he do in his previous life to deserve such a twin.

Nonetheless, Osamu’s cooking skills came in handy. The whole team had agreed on celebrating your birthday, a kind of surprise birthday after practice if you will, because you were so good to them.

The divine smell of the cake didn’t go unsmelled (please help is that even a word?? no it’s not but i couldn’t say ‘go unseen’ because a smell can’t be seen like???) by none other than Atsumu himself. “Whatcha’ baking this for?” Osamu didn’t even bother to throw a glance in his twin brother’s direction “You should know, idiot.”

Safe to say that Atsumu got absolutely z e r o information from his brother whatsoever and was thus left in general incomprehension. He then figured that maybe it was someone’s birthday given how well looking the cake was, but whose birthday was it? Once again, z e r o idea.

After practice, the whole team gathered to show you the surprise they had in store for you- Kita had stuck some ‘happy birthday’ posters on the wall, Osamu had brought the cake and Aran had the gift from the whole team in his hands. The preparation was quick and efficient, all while you were changing in your more regular outfit in the locker room.

Needless to say, Atsumu still had z e r o clue to whose birthday they were going to celebrate but the grin on his face still testified of how happy he was.

When you exited the locker room to say goodbye to the rest of the team, you were absolutely overwhelmed by joy when you saw them gathered together, a radiant smile plastered upon their face, they were so proud of themselves and most of all, they were proud to be the reason of your happiness.

Reflex kicked, both of your hands covered your mouth and your vision quickly became blurry from the pearls of tears gathering at the brim of your eyes. To say that you were happy was an understatement, you felt so moved, so touched that this whole surprise was for your birthd-

“Hold up, I thought it was mom’s birthday? Who’s the cake for?”

The look on Osamu’s face screamed “Someone hold me back before I kill this idiot with my bare hands.”

Kita threw a volleyball at the back of Atsumu’s head.

Suna was crying on the inside out of desperation.

Hitoshi was holding Osamu back.

The rest of the team eventually ganged up on Atsumu for even daring to forget their sweet angel’s birthday while you were standing there, dumbfounded to say the least, torn between crying and laughing.

You didn’t even need to make Atsumu pay for his mistake, the team had made sure to make him pay for the next ten years (if I’m being generous.)

So... Happy birthday... I guess?

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todoroki-waifu · 3 years

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Note: I wrote this in 2014 but never posted it. At least I think I didn’t? Lol. Anyway, this is my first Haikyuu fic! I edited it a bit so hopefully you guys enjoy it! I love Kageyama so much. 😭♥️😭♥️

Kageyama x F!Reader

Word Count: 1631

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cursing.

A quiet but long sigh passes between your lips, your jaw resting on your palm while you stare out the window. All your friends take note of your somber mood and although you tell them you’re fine, your response doesn’t match your behavior. It was the beginning of the lunch period, but the cold weather persuaded everyone to stay indoors.

Desks were moved around to accommodate the students’ ideal seating arrangement with their friends. You suddenly felt your desk shift slightly and you turn your head to find that Kageyama had pushed his table right beside yours.

“Oi, I know you’re lying.”

“Eh? Lying about what?"

"That you’re ‘okay’.” He situated himself back to his seat, facing you with determination to have you reveal what you’ve been hiding.

“I’m not lying. Really! I’m just…tired. I didn’t get enough sleep.” Maybe if you kept telling yourself that, you might actually believe it yourself.

“Hn.” He leaned in slightly with an interrogating aura surrounding him.

“A-anyway, I’m gonna get something from the vending machine. Want anything?” You stood up, his presence overwhelming you slightly.

“Yes, I want you to tell me the truth."

"Kageyama-kun, I said I’m fine, okay? If you keep asking, I’m going to get mad.” Your annoyed look shut his mouth.

A few moments after you left, the door of his classroom was roughly opened and a slightly high pitched voice gathered everyone’s attention.

“__(y/n)-chan!” Nishinoya sings your name before his eyes try to find you. “Are you okay?!"

"Who do I need to beat up?!” Tanaka pounds his right fist into his left palm.

“Guys, we shouldn’t be so loud.” Asahi tries to hush the boisterous duo.

“We brought you something that’ll hopefully cheer you up.” Sugawara chimes in, holding up a bag filled with various goodies.

“Oh! You guys came here, too?” Yamaguchi is surprised with the sudden crowd in the room.

“I told you it was unnecessary for us to come here.” Tsukishima sighs but quickly glances around the classroom to find you.

Kageyama finds the volleyball team entering the room, walking to where yours and his desks were.

“Where did __(y/n)-chan go?” Hinata asks after returning from the restroom.

“She went to get something from the vending machine."

"Oi! Did you do something to __(y/n)-chan?” The two first years look to where their volleyball senpais were gathered.

“You! You look pretty guilty. What did you do to __(y/n)-chan, damn it?”

“Now, now, let’s calm down. I’m sorry about them. ___(y/n) is our friend and we’re just worr-”

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t do anything, I swear! I don’t even talk to __(y/n)-chan!” cries the freshman who Tanaka and Nishinoya decided to question.

“I’m sorry about these three. Please ignore them.” Daichi bows his head to the young male, dragging Asahi, Tanaka, and Nishinoya to where the rest of the group was.

“Stop scaring the first years!” He scolds.

“Eh? But I didn’t-” Asahi doesn’t understand why he was being scolded.

“Your face is already scary enough!” The poor long haired boy pouts at his failed attempt to defend himself.

“Did you manage to find anything out from ___(y/n)-chan?” Kageyama hears Hinata ask.

“She hasn’t said anything. She keeps saying she’s fine and that she’s just tired."

"Maybe we shouldn’t push her into telling us, but let’s just try to show our support.” Sugawara places a few snacks the team bought for you beside your bento.

“You guys are overreacting. If she says she’s tired, then maybe it’s just that.” Tsukishima grunts.

“I know the difference between her being tired and when there’s something on her mind."

"Do you really, now? I didn’t know you paid that much attention to her.” The blonde smirks at the black haired setter.

“S-s-shut up! I just …there’s just a difference with her mood, that’s all! It’s not that hard to tell."

"Let’s not argue. We’re here for __(y/n)-chan, remember?” Yamaguchi tries to pacify the two.

“Actually, Kageyama is right. __(y/n)-chan isn’t tired. She’s a bit heartbroken.” Kiyoko finally reveals what has been bothering you. She knew exactly what brought down your mood. Although she wasn’t one to blurt out your private conversation, if it had the boys this concerned, they deserved to know that it wasn’t too serious, like someone bullying you.

“Heartbroken?"

"Yes, she found out that the guy she likes, likes someone else.” That was all she would say. Giving out too much details would betray your trust. “I told her maybe it wasn’t true, but it still discouraged her. Anyway, try not to say anything. I don’t want to worsen her mood.”

The gang agreed silently to not mention what Kiyoko had said and decided to focus on making you feel better. You were surprised to find the group surrounding your seat, but smiled at their presence. You had a feeling they had the same concerns as Kageyama.

You were feeling better than this morning, but once in a while, you would slip into your distracted gaze. Kageyama was becoming quite annoyed with your behavior. Who the hell was that bastard anyway? He bet he would be a waste of your time. So, why did you care about him so much?

After practice, he was one of the last few to leave school grounds. He spotted you walking towards the school gates, the setter quickening his pace to match yours. He got lucky that both your club activities ended simultaneously.

“Oi, __(y/n),"

He was met with silence.

”__(y/n).“ He raised his voice slightly and frowned when you ignored him.

”___(y/n)!“ Kageyama finally manages to capture your attention.

"Ep!” You screech, turning to where you felt your hand being grabbed. Your free hand had its fingers curled tightly against your palm, ready to strike, but stopped when you recognized the individual.

“K-k-kageyama-kun! You scared me!”

“I’ve been trying to call you!” He had one arm up to defend against your almost attack.

“S-sorry! I didn’t hear you.” You lowered your guard and he did the same, slowly releasing his grip.

“Clearly. Are you still thinking about what’s been bothering you all day?”

“N-no, I’m just tired.” You didn’t want your friends to worry.

“W-who cares about that damn bastard!” He was fed up with your crush. In the first place, why the hell didn’t your crush notice such a beautiful girl longing to be with him? Second, did he think he was too good for you?

“Huh?”

“I heard from Kiyoko-senpai that you had your heart broken. She didn’t say who, but that’s why you’ve been upset. Like I said, who cares about him? You’re too good for him anyway! I bet he’s just some idiot who’s too stupid to notice you. I bet he isn’t worthy of your attention. You should give me his name so I can kick his weak ass! I’ll prove to you that you don’t need a dumbass like that.”

“So…you mean to say that you’ll kick your own ass?” You blinked, tilting your head to the side a bit.

“Kick my own ass…? The hell would I do that for?”

“I’m gonna give you a minute to think about it.” You found it cute how Kageyama was becoming defensive for you. You didn’t intend to reveal who you were admiring, but you would feel better if your feelings were at least known.

“…I’m the lame dumbass that you like?” He points at himself, shock painting his face once he registers what you said.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “A-ah, but I don’t think you’re a dumbass!”

“Wait, but I thought that the guy you liked, likes someone else?” Kageyama was confused! He didn’t like anyone but you!

“Exactly. I’m probably taking a big risk here, but you’re my crush, Kageyama-kun. I heard Hinata talking about how you both admire Makoto-senpai and how you wish that she was in our year and that she would join the volleyball team. And I heard that you also plan to ask her out.”

“Wait…what? No way! I don’t like Makoto-senpai like that! And I think you’re seriously misunderstanding here.” [1]

“Eh? What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure which Makoto you’re referring to but I’m talking about the guy from the swimming club. Anyway, the reason I said that was because I admire him. He’s very athletic and passionate about swimming. I know it has nothing to do with volleyball, but I heard he gives out excellent training tips. I was hoping that we’d meet up sometime to discuss what I can do to increase my strength and stamina.”

“Oh…” you nod slowly before embarrassment shows on your cheeks. “Oh! Oh my -I’m so sorry for assuming things.”

“I-it’s fine.” He looks away to hide his cheeks that matched yours. “You can m-m-make it up to me by letting me take you o-out on a d-d-d-date.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you on a date? I technically did confess first.” With your face burning a deeper red and a shy smile, Kageyama felt his heart pump faster.

“But I l-liked you first so I should be the one asking.” He argues childishly, slightly disappointed that he didn’t get to confess to you beforehand. But that disappointment didn’t stay long since he was more than happy to hear your feelings.

“Is that so?”

“Mm.” He firmly answers.

“All right, well, I’m free Friday night. Does that work with you?”

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up at your place at 7?”

“It’s a date.” You take a step closer to him and lightly kiss his cheek. “See you then!"

He watches you turn towards the direction of your house, your figure becoming further away from him. Shaking himself from the slight daze caused by your kiss, he quickly follows you.

"W-wait!"

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[1] Free! :p

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liibrii · 3 years

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Ojiro Aran x Reader

Part 2 of this scribble

Genre: angsty with a happy ending

Warnings: Inarizaki shares 1 brain cell and the manager is using it 24/7 ; some cursing

A/N: after that first part I felt really bad for breaking reader's heart so here we go.

For the remaining days of the training camp Aran can't look you in the eyes. Somehow that hurts more than his rejection. Your heart lays in shards and pieces yet that doesn't sting nearly as much as the awkward glances and silence and the careful tip-toeing he does when you're around. You try your best to act as if nothing happened. Hiding behind laughter and smiles is so easy nobody on the team notices you're heartbroken.

It all changes once you return home. Your room is so silent when you hide under covers and hug your favourite plushy. Your throat itches and every breath hurts. It's just a stupid crush, you keep telling yourself, just a crush that will fade away. Yet in that moment it doesn't hurt any less. You burry your face in the pillow to muffle your sobs.

Before the summer break started you made plans with other third years to meet at Kita's and watch the stars. Hours before you were supposed to meet you come up with an excuse and stay home. You aren't sure you could handle Aran's presence without bursting into tears.

You shudder at the though of the coming weekly practices. If only you had put more effort in finding another manager. Quiting the club would be so simple then.

Summer practices were the ideal time for mischief. With no homework so much time was left to freely ponder how best to rig the vending machine. At turn you saw a prank practically begging to be pulled. Watermelon dowsed in chilli oil, some salt in a water bottle, volleyball covered with slime that could easily be blamed on sweaty hands, ah the opportunities really were endless. It was the time when your talents shone the brightest.

At least they did in previous years. Now you just want to reorganize the storage and return home as soon as possible.

“Are ya feelin' okay?“ asks Kita after helping you move some very heavy boxes.

Your heart drops. Has he noticed you've barely been holding back tears? “What do you mean?“

“You've been behavin' these last weeks.“

Ah. His reasoning catches you by complete surprise. Part of you wants to laugh, part of you wants to smack him. A part of you is disappointed he hadn't noticed you really need a shoulder to cry on. “Such observational skills Shinsuke, no wonder coach picked you to be the captain.“

“Did somethin' happen between you and-“

“Nothing happened.“

He knows you're lying. The light pat on the head he gives you tells he sees the hurt you've been so thoroughly concealing. Your throat starts itching again and tears threaten to spill before you bite your lip, too stubborn to let them fall.

You take a moment to compose yourself before returning to the gym, glad Aran is nowhere to be seen. Some of your boys are gathered by the bench and you hear the twins arguing. At first you don't care, after all it's a normal occurence. Your curiousity is only sparked once you hear the mention of your name.

“What are they fighting about this time?“ you ask Omimi when you come closer.

Immediate silence falls on the group as they all look at you. Great, what did you do this time?

Atsumu grabs the letter laying on the bench and hands it to you. Your heart drops. You don't have to read it to know what it is.

Your name on the envelope is written so big it's impossible to overlook and it's sealed with a glittery heart sticker.

“Open it, open it,“ urges the blonde and Osamu immediately berates him to leave you be.

You wonder who it could be from. Or maybe you don't want to know. It doesn't fill you with any kind of giddines or anticipation, just with slight nausea accompanied by shaking hands.

You hear a fight erupt behind you.

“Senpai, should we stop them?“ Ginjima points at twins rolling on the ground. You shrug, not really caring what they are up to.

“They could get hurt,“ says Omimi.

“Don't worry Omiren they have no brain so there won't be any permanent damage.“

You stuff the letter in the pocket of your jacket. The tears you've been trying so hard to hold back start running down your cheek and you hurry away before boys could notice.

The letter lies unopened on your bed. You've been contemplating throwing it away on the way home but decided against it. It would be too harsh, throwing someone's feelings away without even considering them. You remove the glittery heart sticker and read the paper inside.

Dear y/n,

you're truly amazin'. Everytime I see ya my day becomes better-

You stop reading. Not because you wouldn't care, but because you recognize the handwriting.

The plan was genius. Bulletproof. Absolutely fantastic without any loopholes and no way of anything possibly going wrong in any way.

All Twins needed to do is make Aran believe someone else is competing for your heart. Stoke his jealousy till it becomes stronger than his utter embarassement over having completely misunderstood your confession.

Only they had no idea you knew the handwriting of everyone on the team in case you ever needed to forge their signature.

Moments after reading the love letter you decide to talk to Osamu the coming day. What point would there be in playing with him? You weren't looking forward to the conversation in the slightest still, better let him down gently as soon as possible.

You try to get him outside after practice ends but his brother doesn't seem pleased only one of them is having your attentin. You grab Osamu's arm, ready to drag him away. “Sorry but we gotta speak in private.“

He doesn't even flinch under your tries to move him. “'Bout what?“

You don't want to do it, but if he refuses to move you had no other choice. You pull out the love letter and watch as all the colour drains from his face. “This.“

“Why would 'Samu know anythin' bout that?“ interferes Atsumu waving frantically and as if that didn't already raise your suspicions he continues to blabber on and on till Osamu stops him.

“Stop Tsumu. We've been found out.“

After they explain their genious plan you need a moment to grasp what is happening. “Okay. Let me get this straight. You thought making Aran jealous would make him confess?“ They nod. “Right. How does me thinking Osamu's got a crush on me help?“

“Yer weren't supposed to know who wrote the letter,“ mummbles Osamu.

“Samu sweetie, you have the most memorable handwriting I've ever seen. By that I mean unreadable. And you used the wrong kanji here, by the way.“

God, when did your boys become such idiots?

“We're sorry.“

If you weren't feeling so many emotions at once you'd find their crushed faces hilarious. Instead you sigh. You're exhausted. And in a need of ice-cream, preferably with some cookies on the side. “Right. Let's never mention this again.“

“Then Aran-san and ya-“

“Aran doesn't like me, alright? It's fine, I'll get over it. Now get your asses back to practice!“

“I never said I didn't like you,“ says a familiar voice from behind your back.

The faces twins make while backing away to leave you alone with Aran make you wish you'd disappear into thin air. It takes all the strength you have to turn. It's the first time in your life you aren't happy to see him. You stand in silence, avoiding his gaze and condidering running away. Aran speaks up before you can act.

“Sorry for avoidin' ya. I've been meanin' to talk with ya but couldn't think of what to say.“ He fidgetes with a rose in his hands. “I'm sorry.“

“Why?“ you weakly ask, unsure if you want to hear the answer.

“When you... confessed. I thought it was a prank. And I never let you explain cause I got scared. I like ya, y/n. But I could never tell if you were messin' around with yer flirtin' or I was just readin' too much into it.“

“Why would I mess around?“

“Well... I never thought you'd actually be interested in me... I mean yer so amazin' ya know. It's no wonder ya have secret admireres. Ya keep track of everythin' the team needs, yer always cheerin' me up when I need it the most.“ His shoulders slump as he utters his next words. “I never believed ya could be in love with someone as borin' as me. I just want ya to know I do like you. More as a friend. Though ya deserve someone better.“

Aran is confessing to you. He is proclaiming his love for you, holding a rose, looking like the prince charming straight out of your dreams. And yet your annoyance grows with every word that comes out of his mouth.

“Excuse me?“ you interrupt. “What the hell do you mean I deserve someone better?“

Your words take him aback. He tries to mummble his way out of this particular pickle but you're having none of it.

“Gosh Aran you can be real impossible sometimes! First of all, how dare youeven think I would ask you out as a joke?! Is that how low of an opinion you have about me?! We're friends for fucks' sake you know me better than that! Second of all, why on earth can't you see I've been head over hills in love with you since we were first years?! And I swear, if I have to hear one more oh I'm nothin' special, I'll throw some hands, you hear me?! You are amazing! The best possible friend one could ask for, you have the patience of a saint, you're fun to be around, and so much more! What do I have to do to get this to stick in your head?! Use super-glue?! I don't want anyone else! I want you.“

Aran looks completely shocked as tears form in his eyes.

Oh no. Now you've done it.

“Please don't cry cause then I'l cry and this will get even more embarassing.“

He chuckles. “Sorry y/n.“ He takes your hand in his. “I really, really want to be your boyfriend.“

You're the one trying not to sob now. Ah, how the tables have turned, you think and nod. You can hear cheering somewhere in the distance but you couldn't care less. You grab Aran’s jacket and pull him down, crashing his lips to yours. They're soft and warm and you don't want to part from him, ever. He hugs you and you're glad he's holding you so close because right now you couldn't stand on your own. When you part he presses a kiss to your nose and then forehead.

“I love you,“ he whispers.

#ojiro aran x y/n #ojiro aran x reader #ojiro aran imagine #aran x reader #aran x y/n #inarizaki x y/n #inarizaki x reader #libri scribbles #hq #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfic #proof reading?#in this house?#aran's growing on me...#what a good guy

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zayray030 · 3 years

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Summary: Spencer knew that his tendency to ramble has at times frustrated people but he thought that at least the BAU wouldnt mind. Guess he thought wrong. OR 4 times someone told him to shut up and 1 time someone told him to ramble

Spencer rambled a lot. It was conman knowledge. He especially seemed to ramble when he was either anxious, scared, injured or with someone he was close with.

When Spencer had been younger he had regretted rambling so much. Maybe if he hadn't rambled so much his father would still be with him. If he hadn't rambled so much maybe, just maybe he wouldn't have been bullied so much. Maybe he could have a happier life.

Anyway, he shouldn't think like that! He had a new, even better family. The BAU had accepted every part of his weirdness with limited questions and light teasing.

The BAU had especially adapted his rambling tenancies and listened to him when he rambled. Most times anyway.

I mean, Spencer couldn't exactly blame them. Not everybody could continue having the patience of a saint. Some people tended to snap when too much was handed to them. Spencer guesses he was the too much they couldn't handle.

He knew that the team didn't mean to be hurtful. It just hurt that the people he thought he could trust were just so…cold when they wanted him to be quiet. But they were.

And Spencer didn't know what hurt the most. The fact that he wasn't shocked that they had gotten tired of him or the fact that they did.

Instance one where people had too much of him (Maybe talking about the importance of healthy eating wasn't a good idea)

Spencer and Morgan had been at the lunchroom when Spencer had noticed that all Morgan had was a protein shake, two cookies and milk.

Those weren't nearly enough calories to be able to power Morgan up! Especially considering the older agent had the tendency to overtrain himself to get more muscled.

“You know that isn't enough right?” Spencer asked, gesturing to the measly meal in front of Morgan.

Spencer missed the look that Morgan sent him and continued rambling about the health and safety of having limited food and the dangers that can do to the body. Just as he was about to start rambling again Morgan cut him off, harshly.

“Listen, thanks kid but I don't exactly need health tips from a skinny twig. How about you shut up and just let me eat in silence, okay?” and without waiting for Spencer’s reply Morgan up and left, not bothering to look behind him.

If he had he would have seen the heartbroken expression on the younger agent. He would have seen the slight fear in his eyes at the thought of another person is his life leaving him.

Spencer looked down at his meal and shook his head out of any thoughts to do with Morgan just being a tad bit rude with how he wanted Spencer to be quiet.

He should have just kept quiet and not spoken. This was all on him. He shouldn't have bothered the older man. He'd be quiet around him to make him happier.

Instance two where people had too much of him (Maybe he shouldn't ask someone if they need help from now on.)

Spencer was making his way to Garcia’s office. Maybe spending some time with the older woman would help but his mind at ease with what happened with Derek. She might even offer him a solution!

However, when he walked in there it was too see Garcia focusing on something on her screen.

“Hey Garcia!” he said happily. He hadn't been able to have an actual conversation with the other in a long time and he wanted to just rant with her. She was the most patient with him and sometimes even joined in with some of his ramblings.

“Hey Spence” she greeted distractedly. Maybe that was one of the clues that Spencer should have taken and left the older girl to her devices before coming back, but he was too stressed and he wanted to talk to his ranting partner.

“Did you know that…” and he continued rambling about the dangers of constantly staring at your screens (we'll just ignore the slight hypocrisy) when he stopped when García banged her hand on the table.

The boy jumped and turned to look at the girl in a mix of confusion and fear. The blonde took a deep breath before turning back to Spencer.

“Listen, Spencer. I love you, okay pumpkin? But currently, I need to do this so please shut up.” and she spun her chair back around and continued back to what she was doing.

Spencer took that as his cue to leave. The other didn't notice as the genius of the BAU turned around and left her office. She didn't notice the dejected look on his face as he turned away, sure that this was another person who was tired of him.

Instance three where people had too much of him (Maybe he shouldn't be asking questions. He is a genius after all)

He hadn't been able to understand why the unsub had the tendency to put a picture of their victims' happiest moments near their dead body and had gone to Rossi to explain it to him.

Not his brightest moments he would admit to that.

He had approached the older man in hopes of learning more from him but maybe he should have done it when the man was feeling better. But it was hard to tell with that man whenever Spencer was around him. He would always have a constant scowl. Maybe he should have taken that as a sign to not continue speaking.

“But why?” Spencer continued to wheedle. He had hated not knowing something. It was truly frustrating.

“Listen, kid.” the older man snapped, turning to glare at the genius. “Maybe for once it would do you some good to not know something. Or maybe just use your genius brain to figure this out. Either way, shut up and stop bothering me!” the older man was almost yelling by now but he lowered his voice at the last minute, making it sound like a vicious hiss. Spencer couldn't help but feel like that felt worse.

Before he could respond to the other, Rossi had turned around and stalked off, muttering things about kid geniuses being a pain in the ass.

Another person left him. Maybe he really was the problem for everything going down.

Instance four where people had too much of him (Maybe he should stop trying to explain things to people. It never turns out well in the end)

Emily and JJ had been talking about a new campaign thing they can do and Spencer had decided to drop in his two cents. Big mistake.

Just as he was about to go into detail about the various colours and where they come from, Emily put her hand up.

“Listen, Reid. Not that we don't appreciate your input.” she began, shooting him a tight smile. The same smile his father would have whenever he explained anything to the older man.

“We don't.” cut in JJ, before stuffing a dorito in her mouth.

“We would much rather you shut up and leave and let us handle this on our own. We don't need or want you to explain this to us.” Emily continued as if she hadn't heard the blonde.

Spencer didn't say anything, just nodded and shakily stood up. He walked out quickly, the only tung he could hear behind him is Emily and JJ talking about the campaign again.

He had lost two people in one go. He hadn't thought he would be able to hit that number after he sent his mother to the asylum. He truly was alone again.

And one instance where someone hadn't had enough of him (A.K.A Aaron Hotchner is the best)

Aaron was confused. Now, this wasn't exactly unusual. In this job, you tended to become really confused when dealing with the crazy things that happened in the BAU.

No, what confused him was the youngest member of the BAU. One Spencer Reid.

Once again, this wasn't exactly shocking. The young genius tended to confuse things with his ramblings about the most random things. Some people would find it annoying but Aaron found it quite endearing. Whilst he might not understand what the genius was blabbering about, he found it nice that the younger man would let down his guard enough to not care what he was talking about and just let things be free.

He also couldn't say anything when those sparkly eyes were targeted at him but no way was he going to admit to that. If anybody found out they would use it to get away with almost anything. Especially Morgan. Aaron inwardly shuddered at the chaos that would cause.

So that's why the agent couldn't possibly understand why Spencer wasn't rambling to him and why he seemed almost scared about even going near him.

“Hey, Reid?” and he couldn't help but feel slight anger when Spencer jumped and flinched when he called his name.

Not anger at Spencer, never. Anger at whoever had hurt him yes.

“Y-yeah?” and the younger man winced before starting again. “I mean yeah Hotch?” and he was fidgeting with his sleeve, looking anywhere but him.

Aaron shot the younger man a look, not liking the lack of rambling.

“I was wondering if you could tell me something about the stars.” and it was an absolutely pathetic attempt at a conversation and he knew that, but he was getting desperate now.

“Umm, well they're up in the sky.” answered the younger man, words coming out more awkwardly than intended and both men winced.

“Cmon. I'm sure there's more than that in your big head. Come on. Tell me more.” the older man encouraged, a small smile on his face.

Spencer shot him a surprised look, and Hotch couldn't help but feel confused.

“Umm well, did you know that…” and hearing the younger ramble made him relax ever so slightly. It was just one of those things that once you get used to it feels too weird not to be around anymore.

However, Hotch’s peace was interrupted by the very boy who started it. “I'm sorry. That's probably enough. I'll shut up now.” he said bashfully, looking down and scratching the back of his neck.

Hotch saw red briefly before calming down. He can get angry later, right now he was going to deal with why the younger man seemed to care that he was rambling so much. He didn't care before, so why know?

“Why would I want you to shut up?” he asked, slowly making his way to the smaller man when he noticed the slight shaking in his shoulders.

“B-because everyone w-wants m-me to s-shut up and I-I don't want to l-lose the o-only family I have l-left” the brunette answered through his choked sobs,

Hotch enveloped the prodigy in his arms, not allowing him to escape. The younger made a small sound of surprise before collapsing into the man, shaking as he continued to son in the man's arms.

When he looked up he realised he had an audience that consisted of a group of oddly guilty-looking BAU members.

Suddenly, something clicked but he needed to make sure.

“Who's everyone, Spence?” he asked gently, contrasting the harsh glare he sent everyone else. A ripple of satisfaction went through him when they all looked away in shame.

“D-Derek, G-garcia, Emily and JJ and R-rossi.” he answered shamefully, burying himself deeper in the man's arms, almost as if he was trying to make sure the older man wouldn't see him in such a weak state and judge him harshly. So that he wouldn't see the look of disappointment.

Hotch felt his heartbreak as the young man in his arms continued to cry. Eventually, those sobs died down and only light breathing could be heard. He must have cried himself to sleep.

Making a split-second decision he quickly gathered the man in his arms before picking him up and laying him down on the couch. He took a blanket that was lying there and draped it over the peacefully sleeping form.

He then turned around to the people who caused this mess.

“Do you guys have anything you want to say or do you want me to make an assumption?” he asked sarcastically, shooting them all a furious look.

“Look, Hotch we didn't kn-”

“Shut up, Derek,” he replied and took little satisfaction when the man in front of him flinched away.

“I don't really care how stressed you guys were, what happened that day, what you ate. But none of that makes it alright to tell the person who was told to shut up for most of their life and mistreated for most of his life to shut up.” he hissed, mindful of the sleeping agent in the room.

When none of them disagreed with him he continued.

“Know, here's what you guys are going to do. You will all listen attentively to whatever he has to say, clear? You all have to do as he says, clear? And if I don't hear him ramble and the only cause is because he's tired I will personally assign all of you to convenience store robberies. Clear?” and he knew that would get them to agree if Spencer’s crying face wasn't.

Nothing is more humiliating than being assigned convenience store robbery cases. They all nodded their heads quickly, not wanting to anger the other man any more than they had.

“Good. Now go. I doubt Spence wants you guys to be the first faces he sees when he wakes up.” and they all scuttered away, like mice.

‘Rats would be more fitting.’ mused Aaron as he turned to the man he'd grown to see as a son.

“Get some rest, k Spence. You're going to need it. After all, tomorrow you're going to have to deal with a bunch of sorry ass' ' and he placed a small kiss on the boy's forehead before making his way out and closing the light and door after him.

Spencer would be okay. And if he wasn't you would have to deal with one Aaron Hotchner.

#spencer reid #derek morgan #Penelope garcia #Jj #emily prentiss #Rossi #aaron hotchner #Rambling #Awkwardness #angst with a hopeful ending #Angst #Hurt/comfort #Dad Aaron hotcher #Guilty BAU #Bau

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someone-worth-racing-for · 3 years

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We need a fanfiction where Lando is heartbroken after the last race with Carlos and Carlos cannot find him :(

Just something sweet for in between 😊✨

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“Have you seen Lando somewhere?” Carlos could hear Charlotte asking his mechanics behind his back. “Do you maybe know where he is?” The blond woman finally asked the three of them, when she stepped right next to their sides.

Caco and Rupert instantly shook their heads, while Carlos thought about the last time he had seen his teammate. It was about 20 minutes ago, when the Spaniard got himself, his cousin and trainer some more beer. Lando had promised him to join them and celebrate their last race and also their achievement together, but before he wanted to get changed.

Charlotte crossed her arms in front of her chest, tapped with her feet impatiently onto the ground and sighted already lightly annoyed about the younger one making her so much trouble even in the very last minutes of the season. “Henrik wants to make one final interview with him and I just can’t find him anywhere.” She complained and rolled her eyes about his behaviour.

“I know where he is. Give me five minutes.” Carlos told her, before he placed his beer bottle into her hand and disappeared into the direction of their driver rooms. “Lando? It’s me. Can I come inside?” The Spaniard asked for his permission to come inside, after he had knocked at his door.

When no answer came even after seconds, he warned him with telling him “I will come inside now.” But to his surprise, his younger friend wasn’t inside his room any more or actually never was, because his clothes, Jon had prepared for him to get changed into, were still laying untouched on top of his massage table.

Latest now, Carlos became lightly worried about Lando and his being. Just yesterday evening they had one of their serious, heart-to-heart conversations, where Lando had confessed to him about how much he did actually suffer about everything at the moment.

The pressure he had on his shoulders to drive well today, so they could finish on P3 in the constructor championship, about missing his family and friends at home and of course also because things will change after this last race, after their last race together. He will get a new teammate, there will come new, even harder challenges his way, also his already so familiar and trust worth support in the form of the Spaniard would no longer be next to his side and he was sure that also their friendship will suffer under it.

Carlos had actually thought that things would become easier, after they had really made it and brought P3 home, but Lando still seemed to struggle, because like Charlotte he also wasn’t able to find him. Concern slowly but sure began to fill his body, when he suddenly saw a slim figure all curled up behind some trucks.

Relieved about that he had finally found his younger friend, Carlos smiled for a brief moment to himself, before he carefully got closer to him. He didn’t want to scare him away like a shy fawn, exactly knowing how sensible and vulnerable Lando could be sometimes.

Carlos made sure about that Lando could hear him coming closer to not frighten him, when he finally stepped around the corner and said all softly “Here you are.” Like a little fawn indeed, he was looking up at him through his lashes and the Spaniard could tell instantly, that he had been crying.

Carlos got down onto his heels right in front of his younger teammate and eyed him closely with a tilted head. Yeah, Lando had shared some tears, his eyes were still glassy and his nose a little red, but at least he hadn’t had a complete break-down. Carlos was relieved about that, because he didn’t want Lando to get through something like that behind some trucks all on his own.

“What’s wrong, little one? Tell me.” The older one asked gently, while he placed his palm onto his leg and stroked comfortingly up and down. Lando only shrugged his shoulders in response and hugged his legs even tighter.

But Carlos already knew his younger friend way too well and even when he didn’t tell him what did bother him and why he was so sad, he still understood and tried to cheer him up a little with praising him. “You did so well today, through the whole season actually. You can be so proud about yourself and what you have done, little one. The whole team is proud about you, also your family and I’m proud about you as well. Today is not the day to be self-critical at all, not after you have done so well. And in a few days you are finally able to see your family again and be with them for a longer while, to finally calm down and relax. Don’t always be that hard on yourself, there is no reason for self-critic tonight.”

During his words, Carlos had watched Lando pressing his eyes closed and looking away from him, too ashamed for his friend to see him cry, again. “It’s not that. Not only.” Lando pressed out all tortured, his voice was dangerously thin and small. “What is it then?”

One single tear fell over the edge of his eyes, when Lando leaned forward and took his friend’s hand into his. Of course, Carlos knew what he was trying to tell him with that gesture. “Oh, Lando.” The Spaniard whispered, before he sat down right next to the younger one, placed his arm around his smaller shoulders and pulled him into his side.

Even when they had already talked about it so often, almost regularly since Carlos had told him about his plans to change teams, he still knew it wasn’t easy for his younger friend. Hell, it also still wasn’t easy for Carlos himself to leave him, especially when he was suffering so much under it.

“It’s okay, everything is alright. It’s not the end, just the end of one chapter and the beginning of another, like you have said it yourself. Maybe some things will change, but you will still stay my friend, Lando.” Carlos tried to comfort him with rubbing up and down his upper arm and he smiled to himself, when he felt Lando lean closer.

“No, everything will change and I don’t want it. I don’t like changes.” Lando whined, even when the older one had promised him the contrary already so many times. “But I promise you to always be there for you, whenever you need me. Nothing will change in our friendship, you will see.”

“You can’t say nor promise that, because you also don’t know it yourself.” The younger one sniffed in his arms, sometimes Lando made himself his own life harder than it needed to be. “I didn’t say it will be easy, not as easy any more as it had been until today, but it’s also not impossible. It can all work out like we want it, but I need your help with it.”

“My help?” Lando looked up in disbelief by his words, his eyelashes were still lightly wet and his body was trembling in his arms. “Sure. I also need your help to make that promise work for both of us. We will still spend as much time together as possible, we will still have a lot of fun together and you also won’t ever get rid of me again, little one. Please, stop worrying now and enjoy these moments with me together.”

Even when Lando’s face had lighted up at least a little before, that flame of happiness was already gone again in the next moment. “I don’t want to do any more interviews today. I just can’t hear the question if I'm going to miss you any more, because.. I already miss you like hell right now. Please, Carlos.”

The older one was aware about what this kind of questions did to his friend, especially in the state he was currently in. Lando had never been one to show his real emotions in front of other people or even cameras. He hated to say what he was feeling and letting other people know about what was going on deep inside himself.

Of course, Carlos had got that pretty quickly and also respected his wish to not give away too much or let anyone take part of his emotional world he didn’t want to. But he was still pretty relieved about that Lando could talk with him about his thoughts, feelings, worries and doubts about himself, because he trusted him enough for that.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to make any more interviews, if you don’t want, little one. I will talk with Charlotte and Henrik about it.” Grateful, Lando snuggled even closer and wrapped his arm around his teammate’s belly in thankfulness. They stayed like that for a while, all quiet and peaceful, just enjoying each other’s company and closeness.

Till Lando broke the silence with asking all nicely “Will you still give me tips next season?” His question caused Carlos to laugh and pull him one more time closer. How could he ever manage to say no to this sweet, young man in his arms? “Sure, if you still want them.”

Urgently Lando nodded his head, before their eyes finally met again and to his surprise, the younger one’s eyes weren’t swollen nor glassy any more, he was also already lightly smiling again. “Can you also promise me something?” Carlos whispered with a soft smile on his lips.

Once again Lando nodded his head, even when he was afraid about not being able to keep the promise. “Come with me back into the garage. I want you to be there as well tonight, next to my side and celebrate our achievement. It would mean so much to me.”

And after everything the Spaniard had already done for him, Lando just had to agree, nodded his head to do his friend that big favour and he even managed to form a smile on his lips for him. “That’s my boy. And now come on. You change first and then we will get back to the other and have a good time.”

Carlos was on his feet first, before he offered his younger teammate his hand and finally helped him to stand up as well. While they were walking back together, Carlos with his arm around his friend’s shoulder and Lando’s resting on his back, the older one added “You need to promise me something more, little one.”

Expectant Lando looked up at Carlos smiling teasingly down at him, before he finally went on “Promise me to not forget every single Spanish word I have ever taught you.” Lando’s usual big, cheeky smile was back, when he nodded promising his head and told Carlos teasingly “Soy lago.”

The Spaniard ruffled through his wild curls and even after all this time, they were still laughing about that inside joke of them. And also this will never change.

#lando norris #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #carlando #carlando fanfiction #fanfiction

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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same problem ~ yennefer of vengerberg;the witcher

word count: 1771

request?: no

description: after struggling with infertility, she decides to go to a mage to try and see if she can solve of problems

pairing: yennefer x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of infertility

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She anxiously waited outside the Mage’s hut. She was told that this Mage, Yennefer, was the one to see for any sort of sexual problems. She figured infertility classified as a sexual problem, and this was her last shot at possibly being able to bare a child, to finally be able to be wed and become a mother.

A young couple exited the hut, giggling happily and unable to keep their hands off of one another. They passed (Y/N) without giving her a second thought and raced off, most likely back to their home. Yennefer came to the door to see who was next. She looked so young, almost as young as (Y/N), but also like she had lived a dozen lifetimes. Her bright purple eyes looked (Y/N) over.

“Are you by yourself?” she asked. (Y/N) nodded. “Come in then.”

(Y/N) followed Yennefer into her hut. The place was filled with things she had never seen before, all sorts of magical items and potions. If her parents had known she was there they would definitely get very angry at her, if they hadn’t already cast her out due to the very reason she was there.

Yennefer sat at a table nd gestured for (Y/N) to sit in front of her. “I assume you have the correct payment.”

(Y/N) produced a bag of silver and held it out to her. “I wasn’t sure how much this would be, I brought all the silver I had.”

Yennefer tipped the bag over, letting the contents spill onto the table. She began to count the silver, encouraging (Y/N) as she did, “Tell me what it is I can do for you.”

(Y/N) looked down at her lap. She took a deep breath and willed the words to come out. “I...I struggle with...conceiving a child. I was hoping you may be able to help with that.”

Yennefer stopped mid-count. Her eyes travelled up to (Y/N)’s face, as if trying to see if she was serious. Upon seeing that she was, Yennefer collected the coins and put them back into the bag. “I cannot help you with that, I’m sorry.”

“What? You’re not even going to try?” (Y/N) asked in shock.

Yennefer rose from her seat and turned her back to (Y/N). “There is no magic strong enough to reverse infertility, no potions or elixirs either. It is best if you know this now instead of spending you life looking for a solution. You will never be able to have a child.”

(Y/N) watched with a broken heart as the Mage crossed the room and opened her door. “Now please leave, I have other customers who I can help that will be waiting for me.”

(Y/N) shook her head as tears started welling up in her eyes. “No, no I will not leave. I refuse to take that as an answer when you have not even tried! There must be some solution, some answer to my problem.”

“There is not,” Yennefer responded, her voice still and calm. “Please leave.”

“No!” (Y/N) stood, her whole body shaking with anger and sadness. “No, I will not leave. You haven’t even tried! Just because you were told there’s no spells to fix or reverse infertility doesn’t mean it’s true! Please, I came all this way, I saved up on silver for months. I was told you were the best, you have to try something!”

Yennfer’s face became red as she slammed the hut door closed with such a force that it shook the entire hut, causing some of her potions to rattle and fall onto the floor. (Y/N) jumped and backed away as Yennefer turned to her and began to advance.

“You think I want to turn you down?!” she snapped. “You think I want to be the bearer of this bad news? The truth is, girl, there is absolutely no reversing infertility. If there was, I would have done it a long time ago, and I wouldn’t be here in this grimy town helping limp dicked men to get an erection long enough to try and satisfy their women!”

(Y/N) cowered away from Yennefer in fear. The Mage sighed heavily and ran a hand through her long, black hair, backing around from (Y/N). When she was at a safe distance away, (Y/N) relaxed and looked at Yennefer, curiously.

“You...you are infertile as well?” she asked. “But I thought...can’t Mages have children? Isn’t that how magic is passed down?”

Yennefer scoffed. “Some of the time, yes. Sometimes it just happens, without any former magic genetics, like me.”

Yennefer sat at the table again. (Y/N) knew she was overstaying her welcome and that it would be best to leave, but she couldn’t help herself as she sat across from the Mage again. Yennefer looked up at her and they locked eyes. (Y/N) was caught staring into her beautiful purple eyes, and she wondered if this was some type of magic that Yennefer was about to use on her, or if she was really juts hypnotized by Yennefer.

“Before I became a Mage, I was very ugly,” Yennefer admitted. “So much so that I was mocked mercilessly by my peers. My father was a pig farmer, so they called me the Piglet. I was found by my mentor, Tissaia de Vries, and she took me to learn magic.”

“Is that how you...” (Y/N) started.

Yennefer raised an eyebrow at her. “How I became infertile?”

(Y/N) shook her head quickly. “No, how you became so...beautiful.”

Yennefer smiled at the compliment. Of course, she had heard it numerous times since her transformation, but there was something about hearing (Y/N) say it that made it seem more genuine. Whenever men called her beautiful, it was in an attempt to get her into bed, when women did it, it was with a sneer of hatred as their husbands would usually be staring heavily at Yennefer.

“It is,” she confirmed. “I met with a charmer during my initiation and demanded to be made beautiful. The price was my ability to bare a child. At first, it seemed like such a small price to pay; my life was devoted to my magic, I had no intentions of being wed or having children. However, once I became the Mage for ungrateful wives of power who wished not to have their children, I realized how much I wished to have children.”

Yennefer wasn’t sure why she was telling (Y/N) all of this. She had never told anyone before, let alone someone she had just met. But there was something about (Y/N) - maybe it was the fact that she struggled with the same problem, maybe it was the way she was looking at Yennefer with wide, interested eyes as she spoke, or maybe it was something more - whatever the case, Yennefer felt safe in telling (Y/N) her biggest secret. She trusted that the young woman wouldn’t tell anyone else of the plights of the most powerful Mage in the town.

“I have tried for years,” she continued. “I have yet to find a solution, because the truth is, there isn’t one. Some are blessed to have many children but are so ungrateful to not want them, and some, like us, are cursed with the inability to conceive at all, despite how much we wish to.”

(Y/N) had been sat on the edge of her seat. When Yennefer finished, she sat back, looking heartbroken and defeated, as if finally realizing that there was really no solution to her problem, and maybe she was finally coming to terms with this.

“I was born this way,” she admitted, blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall down her face. “I was never able to have children. I was so late in beginning to bleed that my parents took me to a doctor. There, we learned that if I were to never bleed, it meant I would never have children. All these years later...I have yet to shed one drop of blood. My family...they believe I have done something to allow this to happen. They cast me out on my eighteenth birthday, saying that there was no need for them to keep me around if I would never be able to be married and bare them a grandchild. No man wants to settle down with me. Plenty are happy to take me for a night or two without the repercussions of a bastard child, but no man who wishes to settle down and be married would dare look in my direction. I...I just want to be...useful. I don’t want to be viewed as worthless anymore.”

Yennefer reached across the table to take hold of (Y/N)’s hand. (Y/N) looked up at her, the tears finally rolling down her cheeks. Yennefer gave her a slight smile and squeezed her hand.

“You are not worthless,” she said. “Your ability to have children does not define who you are, and you shouldn’t let it define who you are. That’s why I say come to terms with the fact that there truly is not a solution to this problem, so that you can move on once you know that. Once you move on, you’ll be able to accomplish great things, and you’ll no longer have to worry about what others say or think due to your infertility, because it doesn’t matter. What matters is you and your own happiness in life.”

(Y/N) smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes with her free hand, and squeezed Yennefer’s hand again. “I suppose you are right. If there is no way to fix my problem, then there is no reason to dwell on it my whole life.”

Yennefer smiled back. “Exactly.”

The two women sat in silence for some time. Yennefer realized she was still holding (Y/N)’s hand when she felt (Y/N) run her thumb along her knuckles, however Yennefer had no desire to let go. Instead, she reached another hand across the table and used it to cup (Y/N)’s hand.

“If you do not have anywhere to stay, I would be honored to let you stay here,” she said. “For however long you would like to stay, I’d like to have you here.”

(Y/N) smiled brightly. “I would love to stay here with you.”

And just like that, an unlikely alliance, as well as an unlikely romance, formed between the two women.

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Promises Not Kept Epilogue

Summary: Tommy Shelby made a promise to Jonah Ward while in the war. A promise he didn't keep. But it comes to haunt him when he tries to drown out his sorrows with a young woman.

Epilogue: Tommy just wants to go home.

It was three in the morning when Tommy woke his wife up. “I want to go home.” He decided once Leah had sat up and opened her eyes.

“Huh?” She rubbed her eyes with a yawn. “Home, like Birmingham?”

“No, Arrow House.”

“Alright.” She nodded. After all, she assumed they would have to go home sooner or later. They couldn’t just move in with Alfie for the rest of their lives, even if the children would’ve preferred it.

“No, Lee, I want to go home. Really just go home.”

Perhaps it was the early hour, but Leah didn’t understand. “I don’t get what you mean.”

“I just want to go home. I can turn over the business to someone else in the family. Michael has a plan for running a more legitimate operation. I can give him the reins. As for Parliament, I can run out my time and not run for re-election.”

She looked at him in disbelief. It was the words she wanted to hear him say for years, but never assumed he would ever say them. “Why-what changed your mind?” She wondered, hoping the question wouldn’t put him off from the idea.

“I can’t fucking take it anymore.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I won’t last much longer if I continue. And I can’t leave you or the kids not this soon.”

Although she wanted to jump at the chance to get him to retire, she was hesitant for various reasons. “Last time you tried to relax…” She reminded him.

“I know,” Tommy remembered the haze of anguish as his wife cleaned up the wound on his hand and had to help him up off the floor of his study. “I’m not saying it will be easy. But it’s something.”

Leah bit her lip and reached over to touch his cheek. “I just want you to be happy, Tom.”

He rested a hand over hers. “You and the children make me happy. I just-I just need to leave all the other shit behind.”

She began to cry, tears of joy, but tears all the same. “Oh, Tom.” She gasped in relief and sank into his arms.

He held her close, rubbing her back comfortingly. “Sh, sh, s’alright. It’s going to be alright.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You know when I got out of the hospital after you shot me in the fucking face. Remember, that right?”

“Yes, Alfie, I remember.”

“Well after I returned here, I sat down in me armchair and wondered what the hell I were going to do the rest of me fucking life.”

The two men were sitting outside in the chairs out on the lawn. There, the children were playing together, savoring their last day in Margate before going back to Warwickshire. Leah was inside making sure that everything was packed and they’d left the rooms in a clean state. She hoped they would be welcomed back in the future, perhaps to go on holiday or just to visit. The beachfront property, and Alfie, had really grown on her.

“’Course I don’t know how many years I’ve got left, right, but it’s still something to think ‘bout innit? Nothing to work on, nothing to keep me occupied. Seemed like a fucking nightmare. But there’s something to be said about retiring. Comforting, right, ‘cause you ain’t got nothing relying on you.” Alfie paused to take a drag from his pipe. “I’m sure that would drive you absolutely bat shit crazy, wouldn’t it?”

Tommy nodded slightly. “I suppose it would. I’ve been moving forward all me life.”

“You’re still moving forward, mate. We all are. Just ‘cause you ain’t out doing anything, making deals ‘n shit. Got to find the happy medium, right. Halfway ‘tween overworking and being dead in the grave.” Alfie pointed at Tommy. “But, I tell you this. You’ve got the advantage, haven’t you? Three young kids and a wife? Mate, if they don’t keep you busy than I don’t know what the fuck will.”

The Brummie nodded slowly, watching his children running about still playing the fantasy game of pirates.

“And by the time they’re older, you’ll’ve gotten used to being idle.”

It was a promising notion. If Tommy could throw himself into his children’s lives, would that be enough to keep the shovels away? He didn’t know until he tried. And he needed to try for their sake and Leah’s sake. “So that’s why you like having them around, aye? You’re lonely?”

Alfie rolled his eyes. “It were a favor to you. No, not even you. Favor to your wife. She’s a fucking saint for putting up with you all these years.”

“That she is.” Tommy couldn’t argue with that.

“Kids, right, they’re messy, loud, whiney, needy, you’ve gotta do everything for them.” He snorted and shook his head. “I’ll stick to raising dogs.” Then he paused. “But sure, they fill the space, don’t they?”

“So, you mind us coming back then.” Tommy surmised, stubbing out his cigarette.

“S’long as you give me a few weeks’ notice, I s’pose that’ll be alright.”

“Of course.”

~~~~~~~~~

“Bye, Uncle Alfie.”

“Hey, now, why the gloomy face, aye?” Alfie knelt down to come eye to eye with Johanna. The Shelbys were all packed up and ready to head back to Warwickshire. But the children were a bit glum.

“I don’t wanna go home.” The little girl pouted and clutched her stuffed rabbit close to her chest.

“Why’s that? S’been a while since you’ve been home. You get to see all the horses again, right?”

Johanna nodded but still stuck out her lower lip.

“Get to go back to school in September too, yeah? You’ll meet new friends and have a grand ol’ time, won’t you?” Alfie tried to get her to lighten up a little.

She just shrugged. “I guess.”

“Buck up, kiddo. You ‘n your family can come back here to visit whenever. Won’t be long ‘till you’re back here on holiday.” He stood and scooped her up so he could help her into the car. Charlie and Cyril were already wedged in the backseat. “Cap’n Charlie.” Alfie tipped his cap. “You look after your crew, aye?”

“Aye-aye!” Charlie beamed proudly.

Leah came out holding Molly. Tommy was following with the last of their things. “Alfie, I don’t know how we can thank you for everything.” She said gently.

“Oh, nonsense.” Alfie shrugged off her concern. “The only thing you two need to do is take care of each other. Tommy and I, right, had a pretty shit upbringing. Perhaps it’s God’s plan that we stop the cycle from repeating, yeah?”

Leah smiled and touched Tommy’s shoulder. “I think we’ll do okay at that.”

Although Tommy was worried about the changes they were entering, he smiled too. “Thank you, Alfie.” He shook the man’s hand. For once it was a handshake purely out of good brotherhood. Not a deal in progress. Just a gesture of thanks.

“Right, set a course for Warwickshire, Miss Joey you keep a close watch on the sails,” Alfie instructed.

Johanna and Charlie laughed out the open window of the car. “Bye, Uncle Alfie!” They chirped happily.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tommy knew that when Arrow House was empty, it felt like a shell of a house. Just bare-bones, chilly and barren. When the children filled the space, it suddenly came alive. Noise was a constant from wake-up time to bedtime. There was a warmth to it that kept even the largest rooms toasty and it wasn’t because it was the beginning of summer.

Photographs filled the space and it was very difficult to walk through the house without stepping or tripping on a toy. Tommy had a particularly nasty tumble when he tripped over a rocking horse in the middle of the night.

But the house was finally becoming something it had never been before even at their best moments. It was a family home. Where everyone felt like they belonged there and there was no doubt of that.

Yet despite the atmosphere changing and the routine settling into stone, things were not all perfect. It was one thing trying to turn over the business to the rest of his family. The process was long and taxing and took a lot of Tommy’s attention. So much so that when it was over, he wasn’t sure what else he could do.

Of course, he still held his seat in Parliament. But he removed himself from the party with Mosley and for the most part kept his head down. He didn’t listen to the rumors or scathing remarks from others. Powerful, up and coming Tommy Shelby was stepping away from it all. He wasn’t the man he used to be.

Tommy knew Mosley had retribution coming for him. It was only a matter of time. Instead, he focused on what he initially set out to do before he was drafted into the war. He wanted to help those shunned by the elite of society.

With Leah’s help, they looked into opening more homes for children under Grace’s foundation. Slowly but surely, he felt himself returning to the man he once was. A romantic who smiled more and wanted justice for those who couldn’t get it themselves.

Tommy knew that keeping himself busy with things he believed in and his family, he could keep the shovels away. But he wasn’t totally in the clear.

~~~~~~~~

It came via a phone call from Michael. There was trouble with Italians on the racetrack. Arthur was meant to be handling it but Michael was worried about the repercussions to their funds. They were still relying heavily on cash to get through the financial depression. And the tracks had made them a good sum of money to keep the rest of the business afloat. Now, Sabini’s men were making a try for their pitches.

It was almost instinct, Tommy wanted to instruct his cousin on what to do. He’d drive over, gun in hand and start dealing out threats to anyone who was challenging his business.

Then Leah passed by the open door of his study. She was carrying Molly upstairs, the little girl fast asleep in her arms. His wife glanced over and met his eyes. She smiled.

It felt like every nerve in Tommy’s body was fighting itself. His heart was pounding in his chest as he clutched the phone.

“Tom? Tommy? Are you still there?”

Forcefully, he hung up the phone and put his head in his arms. He needed to take care of his children. What if he went out to challenge Sabini and he was shot? What if that was his final action? Leah would be devastated that he hadn’t stayed honest, his children would be heartbroken. Molly wouldn’t even have a memory of him. Just like Charlie didn’t have a memory of Grace.

He felt it coming. As if he were standing on a train track and he could feel the vibrations of the incoming train. He could hear the loud whistle in the air. Could see the smoke curling over the horizon. But he couldn’t move an inch off the tracks. He just had to wait for it to hit him.

Fingers curling into his hair, his chest seized as he tried to take a few deep breaths. But it was futile. The panicked feeling was already upon him. The thing that was too powerful to fight. An old enemy.

Leah came back downstairs after putting the children to bed. She checked in on Tommy and found him slumped over his desk, hyperventilating. By that point, she recognized the signs that he wasn’t in medical danger, he was suffering from something completely in his mind.

“Tom…Tommy,” She hurried over to his desk. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

He didn’t answer, he hardly even moved aside from his panicked breathing.

Leah knelt down by his desk chair and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m here. I’m here, Tom.” She whispered softly. “You’ll be okay, you’ll get through this, I promise. I promise. I promise you will.”

It took about two hours until Tommy was worn out. Wordlessly, he reached out to his wife. She helped him upstairs and into bed where he fell asleep rather quickly. Leaving her to watch over him with a worried look. She thought she would be enough.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, Tommy woke up very early. Leah was still fast asleep as he got dressed in an old button-down shirt, trousers, and bracers. He grabbed his flat cap and carefully shut the door behind him so he didn’t wake her.

The maids were preparing breakfast for the children so it would be ready for them when they woke for school.

“Francis, I’m going on a ride. Will you tell Leah when she wakes up?” Tommy grabbed his riding boots and coat.

“Of course, Mr. Shelby.”

He was about to leave out the door when he heard quiet footsteps behind him. Tommy turned and saw Charlie halfway down the stairs. He was dressed for school, carrying his uniform jacket and cap over his arm.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Why are you up?” Tommy skirted the question.

Charlie shrugged. “I heard you get up and I thought it was time for school.” He explained.

“It’s still too early, you can go back upstairs.”

But Charlie lingered on the steps. “Are you going away, dad?” He asked in a small voice.

Tommy’s brow furrowed. “Away? What do you mean?”

“Like…when you’ve left before.”

Father and son stared at each other in the foyer, neither exactly sure how to tell the other one how they truly felt. But their emotions had been simmering in their stomachs for so long, they were bound to come out eventually.

“Go and get your riding boots,” Tommy instructed, instead of really answering his son.

Charlie immediately perked up at the prospect of going riding. “Really?”

“Quickly.” Tommy nodded.

The boy dropped his jacket and cap to rush and get his boots.

“Francis, tell Leah that Charlie will be coming with me as well. He’ll be taking the day off from school as well.”

“Yes. Mr. Shelby.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zeus and Pippin were quite the opposites as far as horses went. Tommy’s large black gelding was steady but powerful. A thoroughbred-draft cross, he was built like a tank and carried himself as such. Pippin was Charlie’s little Haflinger pony. With his long, blond mane and round belly, he looked a bit dopey next to Zeus. Despite his short stature, he was still headstrong and could give Charlie a hard time. However, he never intentionally tried to harm the boy.

That’s why Tommy felt comfortable heading out on the trails with Charlie off the lunge line. Even if Pippin were to spook, his short legs wouldn’t carry him very far and he would most likely give up before he even tried running off. The only Charlie had to worry about was Pippin eating the entire trip along the trail. Bending his neck down to graze at the long grass or grabbing a bite from one of the bushes along the way. Charlie had to constantly pull him away from anything that looked edible.

The first leg of the journey, Tommy and Charlie was quiet. They listened to the forest creatures start to stir with the rising sun. Birds chirped good mornings to one another as they flitted from branch to branch. The brush stirred with movements of rabbits or squirrels or even the occasional fox. As the sun climbed higher off the horizon, the rays began to filter through the summer leaves. Dappled sunshine highlighting the shiny buckles and stirrups on the horses’ tack.

Tommy shed off his jacket as the air became warmer and started to buzz with the sound of insects. “Let’s stop up ahead.”

They came out of the forest onto a large hill. From the top of the hill, they could see a wide view of the British countryside. Fields and fences rolling over hills and dips in the land. There was a herd of cows a couple of miles away, slowly moving across a pasture.

Tommy dismounted and helped Charlie down as well. He offered his son water and a snack that he had packed before leaving. He felt that he would be out for a while, he needed some open air and space.

The two settled onto the grass, Tommy’s legs sprawled out as he propped himself up with his elbows to watch the sun continue to rise in the sky. “I remember taking you out in the vardo after Grace passed away.” He began to tell his son without prompting.

“I don’t remember that.” Charlie frowned as he opened the package of biscuits.

“No, you were very little. About Molly’s age. Could hardly talk. But you said Mumma.” Tommy kept his eyes out on the horizon, nodding absent-mindedly. “I told you that I was no good.” He recalled.

“Why?”

Tommy sighed and looked over at his son. Sometimes, when he woke up in the morning, he still expected Charlie to come toddling in. Still just an infant, hardly able to say much. When he came downstairs, sometimes it put Tommy in a shock. He’d gotten so big in seemingly such a short amount of time. As had Johanna. As had Molly. They all grew unbelievably quickly and Tommy was almost desperate to put a halt to time. Because what happened when they became teenagers or young adults? When they could truly see the kind of man he was? Or maybe they would hear stories about what he’d done in the past. What if they never wanted to speak with him again? What if they wrote him out of their lives?

When they were at the ages they were, Tommy could do no wrong. He was a saint because they didn’t know any better. Now he was just afraid of what would happen when they did know better.

“Because I thought I couldn’t take care of you properly.” Tommy picked a pine needle out of Charlie’s blonde hair. “Not without Grace, at least. I was very fortunate your mum came into me life. But I still worry that I’m not enough for you or your sisters.” He admitted, even if he wasn’t sure that Charlie would understand. It felt good to try and own up to his fears out loud.

“I was really sad when we were in America and you weren’t with us,” Charlie told him. “Because I thought that you didn’t care about me or Jo. But I think you care ‘bout us now.” Charlie said with a shy shrug. “’Cause you’re home more and you smile more. And you play with us and tell us stories. I like that.”

Tommy swallowed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think it’s nice. Because I like when you’re here. And if you weren’t here I think Jo and mum and Molly would be sad. I would be sad too.”

“I like being here for you all too.” Tommy nodded and took a deep breath. That’s all he could do. Be there for them. Even if he thought he was a shit father, at least he wasn’t away. He was there and they would have memories of him. Memories of the promises he made to them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, Mr. Charles, Miss Johanna, and Miss Molly.

If you’re reading this, then I’ve died. I’ve asked this to be mailed to you when I do die so that’ll be the only reason, you’re reading it. After the skin cancer returned, I decided to get my affairs in order just in case. Yesterday, the doctor said the cancer had spread to my organs. He used a big word but I’m not going to try and spell it out. You’ll most likely be notified of my funeral, just know it’ll be in Jewish customs. So, dress in something you don’t mind tearing. Ollie will explain everything to you when you arrive at Margate. Speaking of Margate, since I have no children to pass it on to, I decided to put my house in the Shelby name once I pass. I decided this a long time ago, but seeing the children enjoy the house for so many years, I figured it was only right. My lawyer will have everything in place, so no need to worry about that.

In the event that you’ll visit my grave in the future, I’ll ask this of you. Jews don’t really use flowers to give their condolences. Don’t want a bunch of dead flowers crowding my gravestone. Instead, it is custom to place a small rock on the gravesite. I’ll ask this of you.

Tommy, after a tumultuous length of time as business partners, I am happy to part as friends. I appreciate you allowing your family to bring me some joy in my years of retirement. Know that I went peacefully and I am now with God.

Regards,

Alfred Solomons

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Molly, Molly, careful!” Leah called out. “Oh, Tommy please go help her.”

Spring was budding in Margate as the Shelby family took the path to a familiar location. Nine-year-old Molly was being half-dragged there by their enormous bullmastiff who was only six months old but almost the size of what Cyril was fully grown.

Tommy trotted a few steps to grab the leash and rein in the excited pup. “Heel, Leo, heel!”

“I’ve got him, dad!” Molly complained even though her arm was getting tired from the puppy yanking on the lead.

“I know, I’m just trying to help.” Tommy got Leo back in place beside Molly.

“I’ve got a stone,” Johanna said, turning the smooth rock over in her hand. “I found it on the beach this morning.”

Molly gasped in a panic. “I forgot my stone!” She exclaimed.

“It’s okay, poppet,” Leah assured her. “We’ll find one on the way.”

“But it won’t be a pretty stone from the beach like Joey’s!” She protested.

“That’s alright.” Tommy placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Alfie would just appreciate the gesture.”

Finally, they arrived at Alfie’s grave. Already piled with rocks as they often visited and left their stones to commemorate him as he requested. Beside his grave lay Cyril who passed a couple of months after Alfie did. Almost in a fitting way of respect.

Charlie, who was seventeen, set his stone down first. He carefully dusted off the top of the headstone. They all had taken the loss in different ways. But all of them missed the larger-than-life man.

“Remember the time when we found a crab in a tidepool and it pinched Alfie’s thumb?” Johanna asked as she placed her stone atop the others.

Charlie chuckled. “That’s when Molly learned her first swear.”

Tommy couldn’t help but smile. He remembered Alfie swearing up a storm, trying to shake the critter off his hand. Leah was horrified when Molly started spouting off ‘fuck’ too thinking it was a funny word.

“Remember the time Cyril got sprayed by a skunk and rolled all over the carpet in the parlor?” Molly recalled.

Leah sighed. “The whole house stunk for weeks.” She leaned into Tommy’s side.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her temple.

“I liked playing pirates,” Johanna said. “That was the most fun.”

Charlie smiled. “Yeah then he made you captain and we ran aground.”

“Only because you weren’t looking!” His sister stuck her tongue out at him.

“I don’t remember it that way.” The teenager looked amused at the childhood memory.

“Alright, alright. Why don’t we leave Alfie to rest peacefully, and not listen to your bickering.” Tommy said and shooed them off. “Auntie Ada will be here soon with Pol and your cousins.” They were visiting so they could all say goodbye to Karl who had enlisted in the military and was now on his way out to fight in the war that had been looming on the horizon for years.

The three ran ahead with Leo, the puppy yipping at them.

Leah took Tommy’s hand in hers as they walked down the hill at a more leisurely pace. “He would be so proud of you, Tom.” She murmured softly.

Sometimes, Tommy couldn’t believe the time that had passed. His son was growing up to be a man. His daughters were growing up to be intelligent young ladies. They were educated and certainly more refined than he had ever been. But the most important part was they never had to see any of the atrocities he had. They grew into a comfortable life, only having to worry about their studies and friends. They rode horses and played the violin or piano. They smiled and laughed nearly every single day. And after every day, Tommy was there to wish them a good night. To tell him how much he loved them. And how proud he was of them.

And although he still struggled with his mind, Tommy knew that he was learning to accept things as they were. To cope, he looked at what he had been blessed with. Three lovely children and a beautiful wife.

Sometimes, Tommy still couldn’t believe that Leah was his. He assumed that she would’ve been gone years ago because of his behavior. But she stuck with him through thick and thin. Saw him at his lowest and helped him out of it. They knew everything about each other and it was so comforting to have someone there for him every night as he fell asleep. She kept the shovels away.

Neither of them was numb anymore. Not in the way they had been when they met. In fact, they were so full of life and love for their family and each other. Despite what was coming in Europe, they would always have each other and that meant something. It meant that Tommy had kept his promise to her.

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