#and i hope you all heard raine's heart fucking SHATTER at the end there

[mooningningg]

"You're insufferable." part i, jjk.

-in which you got in a heated argument with jjk men.

part ii.

toji, satoru, and nanami, (f).

warnings, genre. swearing! not proofread! | angst to fluff! |

notes i. this was requested from like a year ago so... yeah.

Toji. the scarred man was flaring up your temper for sure, you sat at the your side of the passanger seat. drowning in your own sea of thoughts whilst you looked outside the window of the moving car. tiny drops of water was plastered right on the car window. the sound of pitter-patter by the rain can be heard but slightly muffled.

the car however was silent, toji, your boyfriend was driving with a deadly grip on the steering wheel. you both were driving home after a disasterous date. it was going on fine at the beginning but all of a sudden, your meticulous boyfriend and you were suddenly fighting with him over something you didn't seem to think about now. you were just fuming in your seat because he had raised his voice at you in front of many people, "are you going to keep up this being a bitch act of yours?" he bites, you can feel the venom seeping through his voice.

you stayed silent, trying to send him the hint that you weren't going to talk to him any sooner. he hisses beside you before slamming his hand on the steering wheel, making you look at him with a flinch, "damn it!" "what the hell is wrong with you, toji!" "now you decide to talk to me."

"if you were just being so fucking easy back there, then maybe i wouldn't have yelled." the man beside you fills you in, trying to point out your mistakes from the fight.

"oh so now it's my fault that you have anger issues that you can not somehow get a hold of? you're a fucking assassin, toji. yet you act like you can't color inside the lines with a gun to your fucking head."

"what the fuck did you just say?" his voice grumbles, and just in time for a thunder to roar in the sky, light flashes in a second before the rain came down heavier. toji took a glance at you, his eyes were filled with anger and you can tell, you calmed yourself down. looking out from the window again you wrapped your own arms around your body to provide warmness, you couldn't handle it anymore. there was never a day where you don't find yourself arguing with the scarred man over and over again, you were tired, to an extent.

"you're a fucking jerk." you mumble, resting your head on the window as you feel your tears starting to build up. it hurts you, him being too comfortable yelling at you in front of a crowd, it shatters your heart into millions of pieces. you knew you were hard to love but... toji made you feel like there wasn't hope at all.

"I hate you." it came out like a whisper, your voice vulnerable and weak. toji's grip loosened, his eyes softening in an instant with his face muscle finally relaxing, but not in a good way. damn did those three words, eight letters, stab his heart a million times repeatingly, over and over again. he was hurting you, and now he realizes it, he has gone too far now, "y/n."his voice was gentle now, no sign of anger or irritation.

you didn't answer, you felt so weak now. you felt like you were going to burst into tears within a second, " 'm sorry." your boyfriend says, your heart warms up in an instant, it was unfair, he had this effect on you and you just can't ignore it, "whatever." you replied with a sob at the end of your sentence, you had been crying again... because of him.

toji didn't like seeing you like this so he swore in him, he would kill anyone that made you cry, and if he did make you holler again, he'll end his self instead.

Satoru. "This is crazy." you say in frustration, looking at your lover as if he has grown tw heads to make your eyes shine with horrid, "oh this is crazy? you're

crazy." the silver haired exclaims with his tone sharp and absolute, you were taken a back by his response, "oh wow, don't try to point this on me when you're the one who flirted with a girl." "it's like I can't even do anything in this relationship anymore, you have this fucking vision in your head that im so fucking wrong all the time."

"you're just making up excuses, satoru. it won't cover up the fact that you flirted with the girl." you pointed at him, your eyes glared at him with your voice slightly raising. smoke was basically coming out of satoru's ear, he was fuming, "you're insecure, that's what you are." "what did you just say?" "you make a big fuss whenever i talk to another girl, you're afraid ill le...

there was the sound of your palm hitting his right cheek, it echos through out the room with your eyes tearing up. who am i kidding, it already rolled down your cheeks, your eyes held betrayal. satoru, never in your life did he point out your insecurities in an argument.

"what happened to you. if that's what you think then I'm afraid we're better off by ourselves." you say calmly, your tears still can't help themselves from falling, "y/n." "no, you don't say those hurtful things and expect me to be okay."

"im sorry, i know i crossed the line." the silver haired exclaims with a saddened voice, the slap was like a slap from reality. truly the reason why he realized his mistake. "i would never do that to you." your voice cracked, you couldn't anymore, the burden rose up to your throat and it made hard for you to say something without finding it hard. you were crying now.

backing away from your boyfriend your back hits the wall and you slide down to the floor whilst trying to calm yourself down. and just like that you feel your boyfriends familiar scent crouch down to your level, grabbing your hands gently to replace his slender hands to wipe away your tears. "im sorry baby, im so... fuck, i hate seeing you like this."

Nanami. "im just trying to calmly apologize to you, i dont want to fight anymore." the blonde says, he brings his hand up to his mouth in a frustrated manner, you stood there, your arms crossed in front of your chest with your eyebrows furrowed. your face was bear but the outfit you were supposed to wear to your date with him was still on your body, "how is that going to help me, is it going to bring back the two hours i waited for you!" you exclaim, you were frustrated, the man forgot your date because he went to a party at work. and he didn't even tell you he was going, so it caused a misunderstanding, and you waited fir him like a fool.

"did you get hurt? i said i was sorry didn't i? can i go to bed now." he says in almost a monotone voice, you were offended by the way he reacted. it was almost like he didn't even care about your feelings. your eyes by now had widened, "so you're invalidating my feelings now? so what you said sorry?" "god your voice it's so..." "its so what." "...." "answer me!"

"fucking annoying! that's what it is, you yell, you yap do you ever get tired?" nanami finally loses his composure and his words were like daggers stabbing your heart. and if you listened closely, you can hear your heart breaking into pieces, and shattering beneath you. "you... you're the least man i have ever thought to say those words to me."

"wait." but it was too late, you had slammed the door in your shared room, nanami was left inside the cold atmosphere of the living room. he drops his self to the couch, placing his elbow on both his knees as he runs his finger through his blonde locks in frustration, he fucked up.

he needed to calm his self down before comforting you, in case he hurts you again.

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Hello!!! I was wondering if you could write a Petrovna!reader & Tommy Shelby fic with a breeding kink / pregnancy. Much love 💞💞

Hope you enjoy! thanks for the request nonny🥰

warnings: pregnancy, breeding kink, mentions of season three storyline, reader is Tatiana’s sister, smuttt, rough sex, voyeurism, one face slap

After Tatiana’s message for him to visit her in Vienna Tommy sparked a flame with you as you stayed behind in Birmingham, tying up loose business ends on your aunt and uncle’s behalf. As far as their negotiations with the Shelby family, you wanted out. After seeing the contract between them, you were appalled in disbelief when the details stated the jewels being traded were the ones you owned. That was when you realized why they didn’t want you involved, trying to distract you, playing you off as an idiot.

Tommy assured you a life, children if you wanted, as long as you were to remain loyal, leaving your family behind. Unlike your sister, you weren’t mentally mind-fucking him  and after spying on you for a few months, Tommy never caught you in a lie, other than to your own people.

Currently you were seated in the pub, waiting on Tommy to arrive with the briefcase of your jewels as he had promised. He instructed the workers to be gone and close up early to ensure this meeting was private.

Downing the glass of whiskey, you heard the back door open, hearing Tommy’s shoes click against the hardwood floor as he approached you.

His hair was wet and disheveled from the rain sputtering on outside, but he walked with confidence, his eyes glistening mischievously in the moonlight.

Your heart rate was thumping from anticipation, not believing that he really pulled off the switch. 

When he saw your eyes light up in excitement and disbelief when he opened the briefcase, he felt like he had succeeded in winning you over.

He couldn’t help but notice how attractive you looked seated in the silk dress he had bought you a few months ago, the fabric fitting your curves rather lovely, your cleavage appearing rather elegantly.

The sexual tension had only built more from the first day you met at the wedding.

“I say this calls for a celebration eh? To new beginnings and-“ You cut him off, flying up from your seat smashing your lips against his. His hands settled on your cheeks, deepening the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, wanting to explore every inch. He tasted of tobacco and whiskey, the smell of his cologne turning you on more, needing him desperately.

He was taken aback by your impatience when you fumbled with his belt, unlatching it effortlessly, springing his rock hard cock out. Taking the hint, he vigorously pulled down your dress, lifting you, slamming you on top of the bar while he aligned his cock with your dripping entrance.

Grabbing a hand full of your hair, he thrusted harshly into your core, taking the breath from your lungs as you looked deep into his playful, animalistic blue eyes. 

“Ah! Tommy!” 

“You like it rough do you?” You bit your bottom lip seductively, batting your eyelashes up at him innocently. His eyes transfixed on your body that was screaming for him to use it past it’s extent, almost like he was hypnotized before he sent a sharp slap across your face, causing you to grin and laugh. His free hand cupped your boob roughly, earning a pleasurable moan from you, while your pussy was squeezed tightly around his large cock, taking it with every thrust, every pound.

Your loud moans filled the pub, your glass getting knocked to the floor, the sound of it shattering echoing through the room while Tommy groaned from your succulency. 

“Tommy.. please, m-more.” Your thighs were shaking, from the over stimulation. His cock was pressed flush deep all the way in your core. The heat was building in your thighs and you couldn’t help but rotate your eyes from Tommy’s to his dick fucking relentlessly into you.

His hands glided down caressing your hips, latching onto them as he watched your displayed body spread beautifully, devouring his cock with every thrust.

He stood straight, watching himself fuck into your pussy, taking a tremendous amount of pleasure at the sight of your dripping cunt stretching open from his cock. 

“You’re so magnetizing my darling, look at you taking my cock, such a good girl…” He cooed sweetly. Your hands gripped at the back of the bar, your back beginning to arch.

When he noticed this small motion he picked you up, manhandling you. You gasped out of shock when he pressed your back against the window, your ass sticking to the clear glass for everyone to see.

“Want me to cum in that pretty pussy? Hm? Have a little baby of our own?”

A few stragglers outside walked past the bar, but didn’t dare make eye contact knowing damn well that Tommy would blow their brains out for looking at his wife’s ass.

“Mm, mm please, please Tommy fill me up!” You cried and moaned desperately, your toes curling behind his back when you felt his cock beginning to pulsate. He was close.

After all if you were to be pregnant and married to Tommy your family would want nothing to do with you, the plan was perfect.

Your legs tightened around his waist, your arms wrapping around his neck, pressing your boobs against his muscular chest. 

He held you up against the glass with a singular hand on your ass, his other hand rubbing your clit harshly. “Gonna have our little baby when I fill you with me cum aren’t we. Eh?” His words staggered out inbetween moans. Your face contorted in pleasure when that wave of pure ecstasy vibrated throughout your body. Within seconds you were releasing your sweet syrup onto his dick, crumbling against him. 

The sight of you so breathless, so completely fucked out and the way your moth was agape from your orgasm gave Tommy’s body no option to wait any longer, shooting his cum right up into your uterus, warming your insides, while his little swimmers swam to the closest egg to latch onto.

He stayed stuffed inside of your now pouring, soaked hole, ensuring that his cum would get you pregnant.

You couldn’t help the wide grinned smile spreading across your lips, so gleefully happy. Tommy looked at you like a boy in love, and was just happy that he got a second chance at love. Not that he wasn’t surprised it was with a russian, let alone Tatiana’s sister, but he didn’t care. He was done trying to please people, to make peace with them.

Pulling him into a joyful kiss, his hand traced your tummy, completely lovestruck at the idea of a little one being created at this very moment.

~

“Where’s your sister?” Tatiana was bewildered, believing you had already arrived back in Russia. After a moment of silence she looked down at the contract, realizing it had been changed. Rushing to the safe kept in the basement, after examining the jewels she’d realized they were fake. Anger and fury setting in, when she knew full well you were the only one with the combination and at the moment it was clear where (or who) your heart and true intentions lied with. Tommy Shelby.

-

One month Later

The sounds of you vomiting, had Tommy rushing out of bed, coming to your aid and holding your hair back as you expelled the contents of your stomach. Your period now had been a week late, telling Tommy all he needed to know. 

Your family had not been in contact other than Tatiana demanding the real jewels back. She went so far as to threaten your newborn, leaving Tommy no option other than to threaten them with an infiltration of his men in Russia. They eventually backed down leaving you be when they were outnumbered and out of ideas.

You gave birth eight months later. She was just a wee girl and Tommy knew he was in for trouble when she came out with his blue eyes but hers were pure, innocent. You settled on the name of Joy Marie Shelby, because that’s what she was, your little bundle of joy.

[strniohoeee]

Not Mine

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: A glimpse into the rise and downfall of Y/N’s relationship. Torn between wanting to move on with her life, but also wanting to relive the past. Constantly struggling, but will she figure it out in the end?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None really just get your tissue boxes ready😔. This one’s longggg too LOLLL

Song for the imagine: Strange- Celeste

Isn’t it strange

How people can change

From strangers to friends

Friends into lovers

And strangers again?

Day 374

Another day slipping from my fingers. My breathing shallow as my eyes blinked slowly. Staring out my bedroom window as the rain trickled down the glass offering me a reflection of who I hated.

I’d like to think I’m numb to the feeling at this point, but everytime I hear his name, or see his face my chest physically hurts. Some sick and twisted part of me indulged in this feeling. I wanted to feel pain. I thrived off of it. I mean it makes us stronger in the end doesn’t it?

200 days pondering. I’ve spent 200 days trying to scoop my life together. When you’re left with no true explanation your mind tends to go overboard. Filling the cracks with reasons and excuses that you were never given.

He wasn’t mine, and I was so blind to it. Trying to fix someone who so badly didn’t care. Too blind by infatuation to see how he truly felt.

Day 180

“I just don’t understand why” I stated staring down at my empty cup

“You can’t sit here and try to figure out someone who was never even open to you fully in the first place” my friend said to me

“I mean I know, but why give me this false hope. Make it seem like you saw a future with me. When he didn’t” I said swallowing thickly

“It’s been 6 days, do not beat yourself up over it okay? You’re killing yourself trying to rack your brain looking for the whys?” She said caressing my arm

“ I reached out to him yesterday” I said sniffling

“And?” She asked looking at me with a soft smile

“He said he couldn’t see me this weekend, but maybe another time” I replied breaking down

“Please don’t cry okay, you’re going to be okay” she said pulling me and hugging me

Day 374

I got up from my chair and walked out to my living room. I inhaled a shaky breath as I looked around the dimly lit room. My eyes landed on my coffee table. I trembled at the sight of the Polaroids of us littered along the mahogany wood, the vase he got me with nothing in it, and the books he purchased for me.

I started to breathe heavily and my hands began to shake.

“I HATE YOU” I screamed, shoving everything off the table with my fists. Breaking down as I heard the glass shatter and the books tumble down

“I hate your stupid fuck boy hair cut, I hate your cold blue eyes, I hate your stupid dry skin and your cracked lips, I hate your ugly smile….I HATE YOU” I screamed the last part as I banged my fists on the table

Dry heaving from the panic attack I was putting myself through.

Day 1

My eyes browsed the pastry display as I waited in line. These all looked so good, and it was hard to pick just one, but finally my eyes landed on the last heart shaped cookie on the rack

“Next!” I heard someone yell out, my eyes darting their way

“Good morning” I said offering a smile

“Good morning! What can I get for you today” the older woman said smiling at me

“May I have a small hot latte, and the heart shaped cookie right there” I said pointing over to the glass

“Sure thing honey” she said ringing me up

After paying she turned around and began to make my latte while I waited.

As I waited I felt a presence next to me, so I looked over locking eyes with a pair of blue ones. I offered him a smile and he returned the favor

“One latte and one heart cookie” the woman said handing me my stuff

“Thank you” I said grabbing my stuff and smiling at her

“Have a good day” she said

“You too” I replied and began to walk away, nodding my head at the guy who was next to me

I left the cafe and walked to the bookstore down the road. I was browsing around when I decided to walk into the horror aisle

I was looking at some books, mindlessly walking sideways when I bumped into someone.

“Oh sorry” I said looking up, and meeting those same blue eyes

“You’re good” he said smiling at me

“I was walking while looking at the books” I said looking over at the shelves

“You’re heart shaped cookie girl” he said pointing at me

“That would be me” I said laughing

“Those are my favorite, and you got the last one” he said fake pouting

“Would you like it?” I asked him offering him the bag

“Oh no no, thank you though” he said with his hand on his chest

“So you like horror too?” I asked him

“Uhhh no” he said laughing at bit

“Well then I think you’re in the wrong aisle” I said giggling

“I actually don’t read” he said putting his hands in his pockets

“Then why are you at a bookstore?” I asked tilting my head

“Well I like to look at the covers, I’m more of a visual type of guy” he replied

“Ahhh makes sense” I said nodding my head

“But uh don’t let me stop you from looking” he said stepping away from the shelf

I nodded at him and began to look at some books. My eyes landed on a Stephen King book, and I grabbed it immediately

“I’m going to have a seat at those tables and read this book a bit, you can join if you’d like” I said looking over at the boy

“I wouldn’t want to infiltrate” he said back

“Oh no never, join me” I stated smiling at him

We sat at the table, and I took the cookie out of the bag breaking it in half.

“Have half” I said looking up at him

“No don’t worry” he said nodding at me

���Please I insist” I said handing him the cookie

Finally he obliged and began to eat it. We sat chatting for a while about random stuff. When suddenly my phone rang, and I realized I was late to meeting up with my friend

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, but I’m actually supposed to be somewhere right now and I’m totally late” I said scooting back from the chair

“Oh no worries” he said standing up as well

“It was nice talking to you…” I said looking at him

“Matthew, but I go by Matt” he said sticking his hand out

“Well Matt it was nice talking to you, I’m Y/N” I said shaking his hand

“It was great talking to you too” he said smiling at me

“Here let me give you my number. I’d like to talk again” I said nervously

“Yeah sure” he said taking his phone out

After we exchanged numbers I went on with my day

Day 5

Matt and I had met for dinner to catch up. I was enjoying my time with him. He was truly a cool person to hang around, and I slowly felt myself looking for him in my day to day interactions.

“So Matt what brings you to LA” I said looking up at him

“Well I just moved here with my brothers. We’re from Boston and we came here for our jobs” he said

“Ohhh nice what do you do?” I asked taking a sip of my drink

“Well we’re social media influencers” he said laughing a bit

“Oh that’s nice” I said smiling at him

He had shown me their pages and what they do, and I found it fascinating. They were also pretty famous might I add. I felt special hanging out with him, not going to lie.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked him

“No” he replied

“Is it hard because you go between LA and Boston?” I asked

“No I just prefer to be alone” he said chuckling

“Ahhh I see” I said nodding my head

“I just don’t believe in the whole love and soulmate stuff” he replied

“No? How come” I asked him

“I mean what even is love you know? People just throw that word around, and it just ends up hurting people. I like to keep my peace and I like to be single. Less problems” he said

“That’s true” I said nodding my head

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked

“Oh no, but I do believe in love and soulmates. I just haven’t found mine” I said laughing

Matt nodded his head and we continued to eat. The rest of the night was amazing, sharing our philosophies on different topics and truly enjoying each others companies

Day 30

Matt and I had been hanging out pretty much everyday, and I truly enjoyed it. Of course I had my own friends, but he was a breath of fresh air.

The only other issue was that I began to have feelings towards him. I tried not to because I know he didn’t believe in love or girlfriends. But he made it hard when he was exactly what I looked for in a man

“You know I enjoy this a lot” he said as we sat on a bench eating ice cream

“Yeah? Me too” I said looking over at him

“It’s nice to just get out with you and have a good time I like it” he said eating his ice cream

“I like it too” I replied

“And I like you too” he said shrugging his shoulders

“I like you too Matt” I replied looking over at him again

That night Matt had walked me home since I wasn’t too far from the ice cream shop.

“Well this is me” I said pointing to the building

“Thank you for coming out tonight” he said

“Thank you for inviting me I had a blast” I said

“Well I’ll let you go now” he said opening his arms for a hug

I hugged Matt and in that moment I felt like my dreams were slowly becoming a reality.

When we pulled away we stopped and stared at one for a moment. Our eyes searched for an answer when suddenly he leaned down and kissed me.

Our lips locked in such a beautiful kiss.

That night when we parted ways my heart thumped with adrenaline. My mind racing with all the possibilities of what we could be.

Day 50

“This view is amazing” Matt said looking at the city line beneath us

“Isn’t it? I come up here when I want to think and clear my mind, but it’s just so beautiful I had to bring you” I said

“There’s not many people here” he replied looking around

“Well yeah, it’s a secret spot” I said smiling at him

“You took me to your secret spot? Am I that special?” He asked

“I guess so” I said biting my bottom lip

He came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist as he leaned his head on my shoulder. Swaying us side to side slowly.

“When I want to clear my mind I got to this small beach that not many people know about in Boston. It’s actually a place I discovered when my first girlfriend broke up with me. I was so hurt and angry that I just kept driving and landed there” he said looking at the skyline

“I’ve never told anyone that” he whispered

My heart fluttered at this. Being able to break down his walls to get him to tell me more about himself made me warm inside. I think I was changing him….

“I thought you didn’t believe in love?” I said in a whisper

“Well after her I don’t. She completely destroyed me, and I vouched to never give my heart to anyone again” he replied looking at me

“And what about me?” I said laughing

“You’re different” he said tapping my chin with his thumb

Day 63

Matt and I had just had sex for the first time. I mean it was amazing he was so careful with me like I was a dainty feather. He took his time, caressing my every inch, kissing all my insecurities away. He made me feel loved.

My mind moved as we laid in his bed, the sheets keeping us tangled together. The sunlight kissing his skin as he laid on my chest lightly snoring.

His right hand gently placed on my torso as my right hand raked through his hair. Massaging his scalp and occasionally running down his back as the goosebumps rose on his skin.

A smile growing on my face as Matt laid in my arms. My mind playing all our possibilities repeatedly. Matt made me the happiest girl in the world, and I didn’t even know if he realized how special this made me feel

Day 97

My mind began to race as insecurities began to cloud my mind. We’ve been seeing each other for well over two months now, and I wasn’t sure what we were?

I paced around my living room as Matt sat on the couch watching me.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He asked me, causing me to stop in my tracks

“What….what are we?” I asked looking at him

“What do you mean?” He asked

“I mean us Matt. Were sleeping together, going on dates sending each other gifts, but you haven’t said I was your girlfriend” I replied

“I liked you Y/N a lot, and who cares about labels okay? I want to be with you and that’s all” he said

“I guess…I guess you’re right” I said nodding at him

Day 132

I slammed the door behind me as I stomped into my kitchen throwing my stuff down. I grabbed a bottle of water and began to drink it

“What's the issue now?” Matt asked throwing his hands up in defense

“The issue? Matt some girl was practically throwing herself on you, and you didn’t do a single thing, but when I tell her to back off I’m the problem” I said walking over to him

“Well I can handle my own. I told her I wasn’t interested, and the way you acted was embarrassing” he said

“Matt this happens all the time, and I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, but I’ve had enough of this shit happening” I said shoving past him

“It’s not that serious okay” he said

“You know what? It is serious Matthew. I don’t get this whole casual thing. I want to be your girlfriend. You don’t take me on dates, buy me flowers and have sex with me and say you want this to be casual and just a friends with benefit type of thing. FRIENDS DONT DO THIS” I said raising my voice

“I don’t know what you expect from me. I’ve made this clear from the beginning” he said sighing

“Get out….JUST GET THE FUCK OUT” I yelled opening the front door

Matt left and I slammed the door behind him. Falling down and breaking down on the ground. Why was he being so cruel to me? I didn't get it.

Day 135

I hadn’t spoken to Matt in 3 days, and it was truly bothering me. I prayed he would call or, or show up at my door, but I was disappointed when I got nothing.

I paced my living room anxious and biting my nails contemplating if I should head over to Matt’s house.

After some more bantering with myself I opened my front door to walk out, when I saw Matt getting ready to knock on my door.

“I…what are you doing here?” I asked him

“I came here to say sorry” he said his head hung low

“It’s okay Matt. I just need you to tell me that we aren’t just friends” I said as I moved out the way to let him walk in

He slowly began to walk in without saying a word when I stopped him

“Please” I said in a whisper

“I can’t give you that because it’s not the truth. I’ve made it clear from the beginning I don’t do love. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you want” he said looking at me

Like an idiot I ignored his statement and let him into my house. I swore up and down I could change his mind and make him see that we were meant to be together.

Day 171

Matt and I went bowling which was his favorite thing to do, but the whole time it was like his mind was elsewhere.

“I got a strike babyyyy” I said doing a dance that he loved seeing me do

“Nice” he said offering me a half smile

“What’s wrong?” I asked sitting down next to him

“Nothings wrong” he said looking over at me

“I can tell by your demeanor, are you okay?” I asked again reading his face for an answer

“I’m just tired is all” he said

“We can leave, we can get something to eat or head back to my house” I said smiling at him

“I think…I think I’m going to call it a night” he said standing up

“Oh okay” I said also standing up

We closed our lane and headed outside. He waited for a Uber while my house was two blocks down.

“I’ll uh I’ll see you in a few days” he said nodding at me

“Umm yeah sure” I said bluntly

He kissed me on the cheek as his Uber pulled up. He got in without saying anything else, and didnt even look at me as it drove away.

I walked back home that night confused, hurt and angry. Why was he being this way with me?

Day 174

Matt had asked me to meet him at the cafe we first met around 12. I had gotten there around 12:05, and met him at a table in the back

“Hi” I said sitting down

“Hi” he said staring at me

“Sooo what’s up” I said getting nervous

“I think we should part ways” he said swallowing thickly

“What?” I said as my brows furrowed

“I mean we’re just not meant to be. We fight all the time now and I find no joy in what we do” he said blinking

“I mean couples fight all the time right? This is normal we just have to learn to talk it out” I said reaching out to grab his hand

“The thing is I don’t like who I force myself to be around you. What we had was great, but I’m not ready for a relationship and I can’t give you what you want” he stated

“But…but we can work this out. We can find a middle ground” I said fighting for my life

“No Y/N….we’re over” he stated

I looked at him and blinked. When I saw how serious he was I got up from the table and walked away.

I looked back and prayed he’d be lookin for me, but he wasn’t. He didn’t even care to watch me walk out of his life.

That day ruined me

Day 200

I laid in bed most days tossing and turning as the memories of us played in my mind. Haunted by these memories I often forced myself to sleep, or to cry. My wales so loud I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts

Day 43

“So how’s it going with Matt?” My friend asked

“Oh it’s going amazing! I’m head over heels for this guy, and I think we’re going to end up together” I told her

“Tell me more about him” she said as her eyes lit up

“Oh god I love his hair, the wavy brown locks, and I love his blue eyes I swear I could see a glimpse of us in them, and I love his skin how soft it is and how his cheeks flush when I compliment him, I love his lips they’re so plump and moisturized all the time and I love his smile. His teeth are gorgeous and his smile lights up any room he walks into” I said smiling like an idiot

“Oh god… you really are in love with him” she said laughing

“I guess so” I said laughing with her

Day 205

It was a bit over a month now since I last spoke to Matt. I mean I used to see him everywhere and it’s just like he disappeared off the face of the earth.

My chest physically hurts every single day. I was so stupid to think I could change him. He made it clear from the beginning that he didn’t want a girlfriend.

How stupid and blind could I be to think he’d want me. I mean no one ever wants me in the end.

I killed myself for a guy who didn’t care.

Day 387

Here I was finally stepping out of the house after a week of trapping myself away. There was a crafting fair in my area, and I really needed to get out and walk and smell the fresh air.

I stopped at a few booths and purchased some things. Trying my hardest not to purchase things that reminded me of Matt.

After the last booth I decided to have a seat at a small table as I watched children play in the street. A smile creeped on my face as I watched them.

So pure and innocent, and life has yet to screw them over. On how I’d pay to go back in time and be a kid again. As I continued to watch them my thoughts were interrupted

“Y/N?” I heard to the left of me

My brows furrowed and I turned my head looking over. My breath hitching in my throat.

“Matt?” I said confused

“How have you been?” He asked smiling at me and taking a seat

“Oh I’ve been good” I said offering him a smile

“That’s great. I haven’t seen you in so long. You look good” he said

“Thank you, i know it’s been a long time” I said laughing a bit

“What are you up to these days?” He asked me

“Uhh you know just working, reading and writing” I said

“Did you ever finish that book you started writing? It was…it was really good” he said

“Oh man I forgot about that book….Im not even sure where it is” I said

“You should look for it, and finish it. I’d love to read it” he said smiling at me

“Maybe one day” I said nodding at him

“How have you been?” I asked him

“Me? Oh I’ve been good just working with my brothers still can you believe we’re at 5 million subscribers” he said smiling

“Congrats you guys deserve it” I said

“Thank you….wow this is just amazing seeing you again” he said looking at me with soft eyes

“Yeah it is” I said swallowing thickly

He went to speak when a girl appeared behind him

“Oh there you are Matt” she said walking over to him

“Oh hi” he said standing up

“Uhh Crystal this is Y/N, and Y/N this is Crystal my girlfriend” he said

“Nice to meet you” I said, shaking her hand. My stomach twisting into knots

“It’s so nice to finally meet you. Matt has told me so much about you. He says he’s learned a lot about life from you” she said

“That’s great to hear” I said glancing over at Matt

“Well um I don’t want to keep you, it was great seeing you” Matt said

“Ditto” I said

With that they gave me one last glance and walked away.

My mind wrapped around the word ‘girlfriend’……I wasn’t even sure how to feel truly.

Day 426

I had driven up to the hilltop I always went to when I needed to think. After splitting with Matt I refused to come up here. The memories paining me too much.

I was ready to start fresh, and let go of the past. I wanted to be released of Matt’s shackles, and I needed to start somewhere. So the hilltop was the first thing that came to mind.

I watched the busy street bustle beneath me as I let my mind race freely. Coming to the realization that love and soulmates were all bullshit.

Lies fed to us through books, music and movies. It’s a nice thought, but in the end it doesn’t really work out.

I couldn't be angry at anyone. I mean this is just the fact of life.

I let a smile creep on my face as I sniffled. Finding peace of mind was something I looked forward to and I had to take it day by day.

I let the wind rustle through my hair as I watched the trees sway and the golden sun kiss my skin. Life was beautiful and I was taking it for granted.

“Y/N” I suddenly heard from behind me

I quickly turned around and met eyes with Matt

“Matthew” I said giving him a weak smile

“Strange finding you here” he said walking over to me

“This is my secret place” I said batting my tears away

“I suppose that’s true” he replied laughing and sitting next to me

“Congrats on uhh the girlfriend” I said looking at the skyline

“Don’t say it unless you mean it” he said bumping his shoulder into mine

“Well then in that case my lips are sealed” I said

He let out a breath of air and looked at the skyline

“So uhh are you okay?” He asked after a moment of silence

“I will be” I said kicking the gravel around

“You know it sucks realizing everything you believe in is false” I said wiping my nose

“What do you mean?” He asked looking over at me

“You know soulmates and love and all that shit, you were right” I said looking over at him

“No” he said shaking his head

“Yes don’t look at me like that” I said rolling my eyes

“It was meant to be with Crystal and I. I mean if I never stopped her to tell her she dropped her bag…we wouldn’t be where we are now. And the whole time I would think you were right” he said

“No you didn’t” I said laughing

“Yes! Yes I did” he said laughing too

“It’s just….its just me you weren’t right about, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be the one for you” he said looking at me as he blinked a few tears away

I looked at him and let a few tears fall. Someone I thought was truly mine…but he was not mine. I was the person who paved the way for him to find who he truly needed in life

“You never wanted to be my boyfriend, but here you are” I said nodding my head

“I know, but it just happened” he said

“I don’t understand…I don’t understand how it just happened” I said shaking my head

“I just woke up one day and I knew….I knew that she was who I could spend the rest of my life with” he replied wiping his eye

“Knew what?” I said as my voice got shaky

“Knew what I was never sure of with you” he said looking at me

Those words pained me….they did, but I couldn’t be mad at him. I can not hate someone who doesn’t want me, it's not their fault.

Day 78

“Matt how do you know believe in love I don’t get it” I said laughing as I played with his hair

“It’s simple, I just don’t. What does it even mean? I say this all the time” he said laughing

“How do you know you’re not in love is the real question” I replied back

“Well how would I know?” He said running his hands up my thigh as he laid on my stomach

“I don’t know…..you just wake up one day and you just know” I replied back

To this he stood quiet, and it made me wonder if he was falling in love with me

Day 426

“Yeah” I said ina whisper

Matt pulled me in for a hug and rubbed my back. A hug I so badly needed and I gripped onto him letting a few more tears slip from my eyes. I thought what we had was real, and it wasn’t. And this would be the last time I would really feel Matt

He pulled away and looked into my eyes smiling at me

“I should go, but I’m really happy to see that you’re doing good” he said standing up and walking away

“Matt” I called out and he turned around

“I really do hope that you’re happy” I said standing up

He looked at me for a few seconds licking his lips and flashing a toothy smile at me. Nodding his head and whispering a thank you.

He turned back around and walked away.

I sat back down on the bench running my hands through my hair as I let the tears fall.

This…this is where I would be leaving any memory and may hope of Matt. He would stay here on this hilltop overlooking LA.

Day 574

Dear Diary,

It’s been 400 days since I parted ways with Matt. It’s been over a year and I can finally say that I am happy and okay. The very last conversation with Matt was hard, but it was needed.

I needed him to let me go, so that I could let him go. He helped me understand it all, and for that I’m thankful. He cleared a path for me that would make it easier for me to go on with life.

Although I spent many nights praying that he and I were meant for each other deep down I’m glad that we weren’t. I’m glad he was in my life when he was because who knows who I would be right now. I’m forever grateful he was put into my life to show me the beauty and the pain of it all.

I still have love for Matt, but in a different way than most would think. He helped me find peace of mind, and although it was painful and agonizing torture I’m glad I went through it.

He showed me that there’s much more in life and even though he was not mine I could push forward with myself. He opened my eyes to a lot of things, and I’m grateful for it. He’s doing well with his girlfriend, and I couldn’t be more happy for him. I sometimes find myself wondering what that would be like if it was him and I, but I try not to think about it.

He’s helped me be a better me. I finished my book finally and had it published. It’s actually doing really well, and even showed his support. Saying even though he doesn’t read he finds himself going back to my pages and re reading them. He really is the best thing that has happened to me.

Even though he didn’t make it to the end of my story I’m still grateful he was a part of the chapters. And I will always be grateful to be a part of his story, watching from the sidelines as one of his cheerleaders.

He deserves it all!

So with that diary I am finally closing this chapter of my life, and beginning a new one. Manifesting the life that I have always wanted for myself and happy where I’m heading.

This is the last page of this diary, and it’s such a bittersweet ending to end this right here and wonder if it’ll continue on a new page in a fresh book…..I guess time will tell, and with that I’m off to new ventures!

Sincerely,

Y/N

I shut my book and closed my pen. Rolling my shoulders as I looked out the cafe window. Smiling at the young children playing in the streets….the beauty of life!

I finished my coffee and threw it in the trash. Stretching and cracking my neck as I gathered my journal and pen. I began to walk away

“Excuse me miss” I heard from behind me

“Uh yes” I said turning around

“You left your bag” he said walking over to me with it

“Oh shoot! My minds all over the place” I said shaking my head and grabbing my bag from him

“Oh man I get that!” He said laughing

“Well thank you….” I said waiting for his name

“Oh Samuel! But I go by Sam” he said sticking his hand out for me to shake

A chill ran up my spine….i've come full circle again

“Well thank you Sam, I’m Y/N” I said shaking his hand

“You’re welcome Y/N” he said smiling at me

“I’ll see you around” I said nodding at him

“Yeah I’ll see you around” he said moving his glasses up with his right hand

My eyes immediately darted to the book in his hand….

The same Stephen King book I picked up when I met Matt.

What a small world….

The End

Alright this one was LONGGGGG, but I loved writing it🥺, and I hope you guys enjoyed it. This will not be a series just a quick little imagine where the ending is up to the reader🤭. I love yall and I hope you enjoyed reading it🥹🖤🖤 Also this is based on 500 Days of Summer because that movie broke meeee😭

-J💅🏽

[youaintnothinbuta]

Hiii!!!

I was wondering if u could do a Elvis Presley imagine. Where you two have a fight and he says some horrible stuff to u and u leave in the car and get into a really bad car accident.

can end how u like. Sorry if this is really bad I’m new to all this!!

LOVE ur writing btw😘

elvis -  “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me.”

I LOVE THIS IDEA I hope this is okay, enjoyyy!!

Summary: ^^^

Warnings: arguing, yelling, angry Elvis, car crash, hospital

MASTERLIST

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You and Elvis had been out to one of his friends house parties, but the the night drew to a close sooner than anticipated as a downpour of rain began soaking everyone and everything, pelting you with the kind of raindrops so big they almost stung. You decided it would be best for the both of you to just go home anyway, as you’d been constantly bickering and making nasty comments at the other since you arrived at the party.

“I hate that you don’t trust me, you know that? If anything, I should be the one who can’t trust you, with the girls hangin’ off you like they do!” You barked at him, having to yell extra loud to be heard over the rain, slamming the car door as he and you pulled up to the front of his Graceland home, his parents not home, being out for dinner.

“Fuck sake Y/N! You always bring it back to the girls, don’t ya? Too damn insecure, get a grip, it’s unattractive.” He argued, unlocking the front door, pushing it open so aggressively it slammed against the wall and bounced back to hit your nose, the smack stinging your cold skin as you walked inside behind him.

“Don’t speak to me like that, Elvis. I’m your girl, not your damn maid!” You scolded him as he headed to the kitchen, dripping water through the house. You followed him, grabbing a wine glass out of the cabinet, needing something to calm your mind a bit.

“I’ll talk to you however I fucking want to.” He seethed, slamming his hand down on the counter next to you, you jumped, fumbling with the glass, watching as it shattered into tiny pieces in front of you.

“Oh, god sake, Y/N.” He groaned at the mess you’d just created, tears welling in your eyes. You brought your shaking hand down from the cabinet, unfortunately not without pulling down another fragile glass with it, making you gasp. He glared at you, his eyes the deepest shade of blue, raging like the most wild ends of the ocean. You gulped, preparing yourself for the explosion of anger that was no doubt about to fall from his mouth.

“Get out of the kitchen.” His voice was quiet and soft, eerily quiet.

“Elvis, I’ll clean i—“

“Get out of my kitchen!” Yep, that was the explosion you had expected. He slowly stepped towards you, making you take one backwards. The sound of glass crunched under your heels as you accidentally walk over the fragments on the floor.

“Do you not hear me? Fucking useless. Can’t do anything right, fucking worthless, you are.” He was furious. His deep voice raged at you, you’d never seen him angry quite like this. He continued to walk towards you, yelling a blend of insults and swear words at you, backing you up towards the front door, you kept your distance, genuinely afraid he might throw a punch, which you knew he was more than capable of.

“Get out of my house!” His yell was hoarse and, well, frightening.

“Elvis, please.” You muttered, too many tears welling up in your eyes, they began to stream out and down your cheeks.

“Get out and don’t come back.” He ordered, slamming the door shut in front of you once he’d backed you out the house. You were absolutely shattered, heart feeling like he’d taken it out your body and stomped on it. As hurt as you were, and as tempting as it was to get on your knees and cry until he let you back in, you were angry with him too. You stood up, marching yourself over to your car and hopping in.

“Asshole, talking to me like that, what nerve.” You muttered, starting the car, driving off as fast as you could. You probably would’ve burnt rubber if everything wasn’t rain-soaked. You didn’t really have a destination in mind, apart from far away from him.

Is that it? Are we over? It can’t be. Maybe it should be? I hate him, but I love him. I hate that I love him. Maybe I should go back, that wasn’t like him.

These thoughts tumbled through your mind like it was on spin cycle, your consciousness drifting further and further away from the road as you fell deeper and deeper in thought. And with the rain dulling your hearing and weakening your eyesight, you couldn’t see the truck that pulled out, driving across the road perpendicular to you. You tried to stop, the truck driver tried to stop, but it was too late. You spun the wheel, your car spinning in front of him as the truck ploughed at you. That was the last thing you remember, was the spinning of the car and a piercing ringing in your ear, the feeling of blood rushing down the back of your head before blacking out.

Meanwhile, Gladys and Vernon had just arrived home from their dinner date, to Elvis sitting in the living room by himself, staring intently at nothing.

“Hi, sweetheart! Where’s Y/N?” Gladys asked him.

“Not here. ‘M going to bed.” He mumbled, standing up and trudging his way upstairs.

“Oh, where is she?” She inquired, earning no reply. Elvis got himself into bed, tossing and turning, couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for kicking you out in the rain, but he eventually was able to nod off. In the early hours of the morning, around 3 o’clock, the telephone by the bed startled him awake. He rolled over, groaning, picking up his pillow and shoving it over his ears to try and block out the sound, letting it ring out. The ringing stopped, until it started again, he groaned once again, reaching an arm out to answer.

“Hm?”

“Is this Elvis Presley?” The man on the other end of the line asked.

“Mm.” He hummed.

“My name is Doctor Vincent Langdon. I’m an emergency surgeon at Baptist Memorial Hospital. I’m calling as you are listed as Y/N Y/L/N’s emergency contact.”

That ought to wake him up.

“Surgeon? Y/N? What?”

“The young lady was involved in a car accident, Mr Presley, are you able to come down to the hospital, promptly? We need to collect some information for her medical assessment and the police report, as she is not currently conscious.

“Of course, I’ll be right there.” He shot up, panicking as he scrambled to get dressed and go wake his parents up.

“Mama, mama, it’s all my fault. Wake up, mama, we need to go to the hospital.” He whimpered as shook his mothers shoulder.

“Sweetheart, Elvis, what’s going on?”

“Y/N got into a car accident, she’s at the hospital and it’s all my fault, it’s my fault she’s hurt.” Tears began to fall down his cheeks.

“Elvis, what? What happened?”

“Mama, I need you to just get dressed and wake daddy up, I’ll can’t wait any longer I gotta go, please come to the hospital, I’ll explain later, please.” He begged his mom before running downstairs, picking up his keys out the bowl they were all kept in by the front door, hopping into one of his cars. The drive to the hospital was quick, no traffic on the roads at this hour to slow him down. Once he’d gotten inside and explained to the desk who he was and who he was there to see, he took a seat in the waiting room, his knee bouncing up and down, full of nervous energy.

Soon, the doctor who has rung him earlier came to talk to him, explaining what he had been told by the police about how the crash occurred, before getting all your details from him, as you were yet to wake up.

“Can I see her?” Elvis asked.

“If you want to, you can, but she’s only stable, Mr Presley, not awake, it can be pretty jolting.”

“No I-I want to.” He stuttered, the doctor nodded in agreement, showing him to your room. He stood by your body, trembling with guilt as he pulled a chair up beside you.

“They say unconscious people can still sense what’s going on around them. If that’s true- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I never should have gotten so angry at you, I never should have kicked you out, this is all my damn fault.” His voice quivered as his eyes burnt with hot tears, his hand curled over yours, he shuddered slightly at the temperature of your skin. It wasn’t dead cold, but cooler than the burning hot he was used to you being.

“Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me. Not now, not ever. God, I know you hear me. Don’t fucking do this to me. I need her. I need her, please, keep her with me.” He pulled his hand away from you, bringing it to his face along with his other hand as he sobbed into his palms.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so damn much. I will regret this for the rest of my life, I’ll never be able to cope if you don’t make it, you have to come back to me. I love you.” His sad spiel was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was the doctor, who informed him that his parents were there. He left you, going to greet them. He sat with his parents outside your room, explaining to them what happened, how guilty he felt, with his mama holding his hand the whole time. The three of them sat for hours until the sun had risen, saying prayers throughout the night for you. When the clock had struck a reasonable hour, Elvis called your parents who lived in another state. Around lunch time that day, his parents went back to Graceland, but he insisted he would not leave the hospital until he could leave with you.

Hours upon hours later, after falling asleep multiple times outside the room you were in, a nurse came to check on you, rushing out, and then back in with a few doctors. You’d been technically conscious for a few hours now, but no one said anything to him because they wanted you to rest, but when the nurse walked in, she found you awake and able to have a conversation with her. The commotion startled Elvis, waking him up. 

“W-what’s goin’ on, honey, is she okay?” he asked, pulling the nurse aside to ask.

“Yes, Mr Presley, she is awake. Would you like to speak to her?” She asked.

Immediately, he rushed in, knelt by your beside and held your hand, thanking the lord you were okay. After repeating his apology a thousand times, you smiled.

“Elvis, you didn’t cause it, okay? And especially after the way you spoke to me the other day, I think I’m long overdue for a hug.” 

He nodded, pulling you into the tightest, yet most gentle hug he could. “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me, ever, okay?” He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t tell me to, then.” You joked, but deep down Elvis still felt awful, indescribably guilty. He spent the next 24 hours with you, telling you how much he loves you over and over again in every way he could possibly think of, until you were able to be discharged and go home with him to Graceland. 

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A/N: I didn’t really know how to finish it off but I think it’s kinda cute!! thank you for the request I appreciate it <3<3<3<3<3<3

[filmofhybe]

Honeymoon Avenue | Yang Jungwon

SYNOPSIS: knowing that you are at the end of your relationship, wishing it would never come to an end and go back to the beginning and start over.

(BASED ON THE SONG “HONEYMOON AVENUE” - A.G)

pairing: non idol! jw x fem! oc

genre: mostly angst , flashback fluff

word count: 853

"y/n I'm sorry, but we both know our relationship isn't working out."

"I know. Please take care of yourself."

"I will. I guess this is a goodbye."

  Raindrops fell on the window of our old apartment. The same exact scent candle he gets me for our anniversary every year, "Honeymoon Avenue" by Ariana Grande, is playing softly in the background as I sob quietly into the soft blanket while hugging a soft cat plushie.

"I looked in my rear view mirror,

and it seemed to make a lot more sense

than what I see ahead of us."

  Photo albums of us and Polaroids of us shattered all over the coffee table. Memories of every single date we went on flooded into my mind as I held each one high, admiring him. Yang Jungwon himself Looking back at our sweet-looking smiles, which could probably light up the world even at its very darkest, but now we are both stuck in the darkness. Losing each other was like losing our light to find our way back out.

  "I'm ready to make that turn.

Before we both crash and burn.

Because that can be the death of us.

  “Y/N, my love I have work, and I can't make it to our date. I'm sorry."

"Jungwon is the fourth time. What’s going on..”

“I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. I gotta go."

the phone call ended, and I sighed deeply, feeling our relationship fading away. Is it okay? Our relationship is still strong, right? He's only busy because of work. At least I hope he will make up for what he missed.

  Remembering that phone call and realizing that was a sign our relationship was not working out anymore. But none of us knew or thought much of it.

"Baby, you know how to drive in the rain.

And you decided not to make a change.

Stuck in the same old lane

Going the wrong way home."

  "You say you're going to make up the time you wasted!"

“I'm just too busy! I can't be bothered to!"

"So is our relationship a joke to you?"

"I never said that!"

"You don't understand how much pain I'm in! You don't understand how much fucking effort I put into you at all!"

“Just shut the fuck up y/n! I’m stressed as well oh my gosh!”

  I scoffed before slamming the bedroom door, pissed off at his stupid actions.

  Jungwon stands still in the middle of their bedroom, taking his phone out and texting his friends. Asking if they are down to hang out to get his mind off of the sudden argument. Of course, he had a way to deal with the pain. On the other hand, you know it's his fault that you both are now stuck in this toxic relationship. Where one person puts so much effort into the other, but the other can't even fucking return or make up for the effort because they are constantly "busy".

  "I feel like my heart is stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic.

I'm under pressure because I can't have you the way that I want.

Let's just go back to the way it was."

  "I miss the old you, Jungwon, where you spent time with me."

I said as I continued watching the drama that's on TV. Jungwon is next to me. But he's a few meters away.

  "People change y/n. I'm sorry, I'm a bad boyfriend."

  My heart is under pressure because of you. Because I know you're not the old you anymore. And I can't have you the way I wanted at the very beginning of our relationship. And I wish we could go back to how we were. The honeymoon phase: close, affectionate, loving

"When we were on Honeymoon Avenue

Honeymoon Avenue, baby

Coasting like crazy"

  “Baby, look over here!”

Jungwon exclaimed excitedly that I was holding up an adorable cat plushie in the air that he just won for us. I smiled brightly as I heard he had taken a picture of me.

“Hey, should I help you guys take a picture?”

A young lady came up to Jungwon, offering to take a picture of both of us. He nodded before standing beside me, arms wrapping around my waist. I gave him a big smile. The lady took multiple pictures of us. One with Jungwon kissing my cheeks, another was us looking at each other lovingly, and the last one was our bright smile.

"Wonnie! Look, this is your favorite food!"

"Oh my goodness, can I have it, please?"

"Of course anything for my baby!"

  I handed the money to the cashier before he handed us a hot bowl of curry. I blew off the curry before feeding it to Jungwon. He hummed at the amazing curry taste. I admired his gorgeous face. Oh, how lucky I was to be with you. He thanked me for buying him his favorite food by giving me a few kisses on my lips. We smiled at each other before digging in again.

only if you didn't throw our relationship away so easily.

only if you continued to put effort into our relationship.

 Oh, can we get back to the way it was.

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[claudiaesbrutal]

It's always raining in Chinatown

One of the scariest social-suicide scenarios I can think of is arriving to a party uninvited. And no, I don't mean crashing a party, I mean putting your best dress on, fixing your hair and makeup, and getting all excited to head over to a location far away from the comfort of your bedroom. Only to find out, nobody wants you there. Not only do they not want you there, they made a conscious decision NOT to invite you. So embarrassing. Fucking brutal. Type of thing that'll make a person leave town and start a new life. I might be a little dramatic but then again, it's the principle behind the situation.

Being somewhere you are not wanted.

A friend of mine told me this metaphor that compares triggers to the sound of bells ringing. They said that after going through something painful, we get the rare opportunity to listen. And when we listen to the sound of our pain, we can memorize its melody so that when those bells ring-- we know what's coming. Well, this lovely method is not foolproof, I heard those bells loud and clear and I still stayed past my fucking due date. Every second I stayed, with that ringing in my ears, was like twisting the knife over and over, digging deeper and deeper. This boy went from "I could never deal with you hating me" to "you are too much to handle". I saw it coming though, I remember the exact moment he began to look at me differently. It shattered me. My heart wanted to believe that it was just a confusing time for both us; that part of being in our early 20's came with not knowing what we want or where we are going, and that makes for a bumpy ride with stops and turns and ultimately getting lost. There's no map and no destination, only a journey. A journey I wanted to share together. To him I'm too heavy of a burden, a chatty passenger; I take too many wrong exits and make too many stops. I make him dizzy. And to be honest, I get where he's coming from, which is exactly what makes the entire breakup so hard for me to come to terms with.

I became too much.

Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting. I'm not that delusional and I could clearly see I liked him more than he liked me, maybe I was just hoping that he would eventually see everything I see and that would make him love me endlessly— he would fall to his knees in awe or something. What an idiot. Somehow I convinced myself to go above and beyond to try to achieve this psycho fantasy. It's like after getting to the party and realizing no one invited me, I decided to stay??? And put on a fucking show to see if I could make these people like me enough to beg me for an encore. I was balancing between being too much and not enough.

I don't have an ending to this--I am currently in it. I feel like I'm sitting on the side of the road, waiting to get picked up and taken home.

I feel like the rain in Chinatown. Tedious and annoying for some; absolutely romantic and an intrinsic part of the Chinatown experience for others. Like a car ride back to your place after the party. I feel like all those waiting periods between something bad and something good. I feel like a good secret, a secret you want to yell but choose not to because the surprise is all too worth it.

But me personally, I love how it always rains in Chinatown.

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“O Fleecy, do me a solid. Show me Raine Robins at St. Joan’s.”

Percy kind of liked being able to do his therapy cross-legged on his bed, using the rainbow from a prism on his windowsill. It was kind of nice, or at least, it had been for the two sessions he’d managed to fit in before Hera whisked him away.

Raine’s office shimmered into view, resolving into an image of Raine flipping through her old notebook for him, frowning in concentration. Looked exactly like she had the last time he saw her, except with maybe a couple new pictures on her desk.

“Hey, Raine,” he said, smiling wearily when she jumped and looked up, eyes bright behind horn-framed glasses. “Sorry I missed our last appointment.”

It was a weak joke. Their last appointment had been scheduled nearly a year ago now, and instead of Percy, Raine had gotten a call from Annabeth, demanding to know if Percy had said anything worrying lately.

“Percy,” Raine said, with so much relief that Percy was touched. “I’m so glad you’re safe. Is everything okay? Your mother said you wanted to return to two-hour sessions.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Percy tried to smile. “It’s been a really rough year. Is it okay? I don’t want to be a pain.” He fidgeted, picking at his sleeve. “Never mind, one hour is a lot already, it’s fine. Forget I said anything.”

Concern shadowed Raine’s face, and then she packed it up and allowed composure to take over, straightening in her seat. “Two hours is fine. I would have mentioned if I didn’t have the time. Where do you want to start?”

Percy relaxed, thought about it, and then surrendered a shaky chuckle. “I have no idea,” he admitted, reaching up to thread his fingers through his hair. “So much happened. Can you, uh, can you help? Please?”

Raine’s brow pinched, but she complied. “Why don’t you start with why you went missing? What happened?”

Percy nodded absently, staring at the floor, and then leaned over and dropped his face into his hands, elbows propped up on his knees. “Hera-” His throat closed up, and he gritted his teeth. “Damn it. This is the easy question.”

“Take your time,” Raine coached softly, though the furrow in her brow said he was worrying her.

Percy nodded without looking up, waited for his stomach to stop churning, and tried again. “Hera... kidnapped me. She put me in a coma for six months, then sent me on a quest. We just got back from that, like, the week before last.”

Raine nodded slowly, flipped to somewhere in the middle of her notebook, and started writing. “And how are you doing with that?”

“Raine,” Percy said, causing her to look up again and meet his eyes. He smiled, knowing it didn’t do a thing to hide the anguish in his eyes, too much for him to express in any natural way. “This is the worst I’ve ever been.”

Raine exhaled, then nodded. She considered for a moment, and then prompted, “What do you most need help with right now?”

“I’m having flashbacks,” Percy rushed out. He realized he’d balled up in the middle of his bed, decided that was fine, and dropped his chin onto his knees. “A-and panic attacks, and really bad nightmares. The, the trauma counseling was good, last time. Can we do that again?”

“Of course,” Raine murmured. “Do you have your pictures, or would you like help with that?”

“I made some,” Percy said, glancing at the box. “Not enough, and not the worst ones. I, I couldn’t. Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Raine reassured him. “We’ll work up to that. What else? What do you need help with?” Percy’s breath hitched, and he looked away, and after a moment Raine clarified gently, “What are you feeling, Percy? Do you have anger that needs to be dealt with? Do you feel badly about yourself?” With a faint, teasing lilt, she added, “I’ll let you rant against yourself just this once, if it’s the only way you can tell me what you need.”

Maybe she meant it as a joke, but if that was the only out Percy had, he was going to take it.

“I’m useless,” Percy blurted out, shifting to hug himself tightly. “I’m pathetic. I’m, I’m even scared of drowning now, what kind of r-” He choked, covered his mouth, and hated himself even more. “What kind of stupid son of Poseidon is scared of water? I hate everything and I want to kill myself and I should because I deserve to die.”

Raine was blinking at him in undisguised shock. “Percy, were you about to...?”

“Shut up,” he said miserably, and then immediately covered his head with his arms. “Damn it. I’m sorry. I- I feel like shit, Raine. It’s been such an awful fucking year.”

When he looked up again, Raine’s expression had smoothed over into cool calm.

“Alright,” she said softly. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this. You’re going to be okay.”

Percy shrugged. “Sorry I made you work so hard last year for nothing.”

“It was not nothing,” Raine said. “The skills you learned then will help you work through your trauma now, and the relationship we built will help you feel safe doing so. And you knew to come to me right away instead of floundering on your own. This is progress, Percy.”

Percy managed a halfhearted smile. “I guess.” It was too hard to hold. He let it fall. “I just, I don’t want to feel like this.”

“Of course not,” Raine soothed. “You did the right thing, asking for help, and I’m proud of you.” She tapped the notebook. “First thing, let’s help you find ways to calm down.”

“But the flashbacks-” Percy protested, then cut himself off and dropped his chin to his arms, looking defeated.

“I know,” Raine murmured. “I know, I’m sorry. I would love to be able to sit with you and make those go away in a couple of sessions. But we can’t. The process will be slow. So you need to be able to feel yourself again when they do happen.” She paused, and when Percy didn’t respond, continued, “Do you still have your safety plan?” Percy nodded. “Hold on to that. And, Percy...”

She hesitated. Percy’s heart dropped.

“You want me to go back to St. Joan’s,” he said, feeling hollow. Raine’s lips pressed together.

“I won’t force the issue,” she said. “But your mental health is much worse now than it was even when we first met. I’d like to be able to give you the intensive treatment you deserve.”

Percy hiccupped and scrubbed at his eyes furiously. “I want to stay home,” he protested, his voice breaking. “I miss my mom.”

He hadn’t meant to say that, but he couldn’t be upset that it worked. Raine looked away quickly, blinking hard, and it took her a moment to find her voice.

“A compromise,” Raine said. “We’ll meet twice a week for a few months. When you feel up to it, then you can come to St. Joan’s. Alright?”

“Alright,” Percy mumbled, trying to smile. “Thanks.”

Raine smiled back, then looked down. “Let’s talk about seeking support from others first...”

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❥ ҉   CHAPTER FOUR - FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

❥ ҉   CONTENT WARNING: unprotected sex + oral (f and m receiving) + vaginal penetration + nipple play + fingering (f!receiving) + face fucking + petnames (iwaizumi called the reader princess)

❥ ҉   NOTE FROM NIS: this chapter has smut and also how it all began! word count for this chapter is approximately 6k words omg. anyway, the taglist is still open if you’re wondering :)) 

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How could you put your thoughts into words? To simply put, you’re thankful that everything went well between you and Iwaizumi after apologising the other day. After the both of you reconciled, the three of you had become friends. Yes, Oikawa was the most delighted when he first heard about it. What is the big deal about this anyway? 

One thing that you didn’t really favour, it’s the guilt for turning down their offer to visit them during practices, especially since they had this hopeful look on their faces hoping you'd come and watch them play. You felt bad, truth to be told. 

“Sorry, pretty boy. I have homework to do,” you gave him a fake sympathetic smile and the brunette just rolled his eyes at you. Oikawa knew too well it’s your another excuse to not come with them. But, he knew he shouldn’t push you into doing something that you didn’t want to do in the first place. 

Days passed by, Semi still hasn’t texted you and it drove you insane, somehow. You assumed he was busy since this year is the final year of high school. However, your ex wasn’t really the type to indulge himself with books just like you did. He always calls you "bookworm" because you like to read books. But, he once told you he likes that about you because it makes you look smart. And for that, you love yourself for loving reading because it makes Semi happy. 

If he's not busy with his studies, he must have been busy with his volleyball. Yeah. The latter seems like it. Shiratorizawa is a powerhouse school that has been to the national level for several years now. 

Just the thought of him made you crumble on the floor completely. You missed him so much. Just thinking about it shatters your whole heart that you worked so hard to mend before. Sometimes whenever you’re tipsy, you’ll subconsciously text him about how much you have been missing him. He'll reply not a second later saying you should go to sleep and sober up. You wish he would be more caring instead of telling you to take care of yourself more. "Actions speak louder than words", is a saying that you have always held onto.

How could you speak your thoughts and feelings to Oikawa about not wanting to watch their team practice? Volleyball reminds you of Semi in so many ways. And because of it too, your relationship drifted apart. It’s… just painful even if one would think it’s childish and rather petty. Maybe someday you’ll be able to explain to your friends. 

Right after school ended, you were stranded outside of your school because of the pouring rain. The rain came all of sudden, leaving you no time to run to a sheltered place. You cursed yourself mentally when you forgot to bring your umbrella with you. The day you were supposed to get homework done was wasted at school. All because of the sudden rain and your tough luck of being stranded.

You knew the rain was going on for quite some time because Iwaizumi spotted you sitting alone while watching the rain. He was on his way to their club room to grab some old equipment when he saw you. 

“Oi, Y/N. What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at home?” Iwaizumi asked, his footsteps dragging him closer to where you were sitting. He noticed your body was shivering because of the pouring rain and the chilly weather. Like you said earlier, it all happened in the blink of an eye. It was sunny at first and then it started raining. 

Slowly, you turned your head and there you saw him. The thought of some cursed spirits lingering around was quickly eliminated when you realised it’s actually him. You let out a relieved sigh. 

“Uh, I’m stranded in the rain and I forgot to bring my umbrella! The rain doesn’t seem like it will stop any time soon!” you whined. 

Iwaizumi looked at your shivering body once again. He then looked at his volleyball jacket he was wearing, “Hey, aren’t you cold?” he asked, his voice full of concerns. He might be tough, and serious looking all the time, but he is still a human with empathy. He knew when he should step in and shouldn’t. 

You looked at him and let out a chuckle, “Yeah. I'm quite cold, but I'm fine though.” 

“What a bad liar. No, you obviously aren’t fine. Let’s get to the gymnasium where the heat radiator is on,” Iwaizumi made a deal. His tone was indicating he was not in the mood to negotiate. It’s raining and your school uniform was almost drenched! 

You sighed, not ready to decline his offer but it had to be said. “No. I don't want to. It’s okay, Iwa. I can wait out here.” You just didn’t want to burden him for taking care of you. At the same time, you weren’t going to risk your health by walking in the rain and catching yourself a cold the next day. Though his offer was the good choice but you just didn’t want to burden him, that’s it. 

“Why are you so stubborn? Come on, let’s go inside,” Iwaizumi said, refusing to deal with your stubbornness. He saw you were about to open your mouth but he quickly took your hands with him. You were taken aback by the skin touching but he didn’t say a word about it. The man dragged you with him carefully, ensuring you wouldn’t trip all the way to the gymnasium. Your legs had given up on your pace and just followed the man’s pace. 

When he opened the gymnasium door, all eyes were on both of you. Every head turned the moment the door was opened and a gush of outside’s cold air rushed in. You hung your head low while your hands tugged on Iwaizumi’s jacket. You grumbled softly — loud enough for him to hear you, “I told you I don't want to go with you. Now, they’re all looking at me!”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at you. Clearly, he didn’t want to deal with your whining right now. He was looking out for a friend. That’s all. It would make him less of a human if he left you alone in the cold. 

You heard the rushed footsteps approaching you, and it was none other than Oikawa himself. “Ah,shortcake. It’s about time you came to our practice! To what do we owe this pleasure?” He grinned from ear to ear, both arms on his side. 

Ugh, shortcake. Why the heck is this guy so obsessed with the nickname? In all fairness, you weren’t enjoying the nickname he gave you. A girl in your class said that you are lucky to be called that. What is that supposed to mean? Lucky? 

You rolled your eyes slightly at him, “Iwa dragged me here. I was stranded in the rain and he just came to get me here.”

Oikawa huffed, “That’s so sweet. Oh, don’t worry. You can sit on the bench, our coaches really don’t mind someone’s watching our practices. I'll just tell them you are Iwa-chan’s girlfriend!”

You looked at Oikawa in disbelief, meanwhile, Iwaizumi smacked Oikawa's arms as hard as he could. Oikawa whined in pain but he’s so used to getting hit by Iwaizumi a lot. It didn’t really hurt as it used to. Plus, it wasn’t really that hard. Oikawa then winked at you before he left for practice.

Iwaizumi then threw his jacket at you. “Wear this if you’re still cold” was all he said before he got back in the court. Not drape, but throw. He basically threw his jacket on your face and your vision turned black that it turned you speechless by his action. 

A small scoff escaped your mouth as you watched him take long strides to get back to his team. You spotted the bench Oikawa was telling you earlier and headed to the seat. It was awkward to make yourself comfortable in the new place. Iwaizumi’s jacket has a faint smell of mint and bubblegum. You couldn’t help but grin at the thought of the tough guy eating bubblegum. It’s so unlike him, given his exterior. But you still held onto his jacket on your lap the entire time you were watching them practising.

While enjoying yourself watching them train, a thought crossed your mind. “How would they react if they knew your ex-boyfriend is their opponent they can’t win against?” It’s conflicting! You brought your hands to your face while trying to remain calm. Semi was your ex-boyfriend and that won’t be a problem, right?

The practice ended at 7 and everyone went straight to clean up the court. You felt guilty for not doing anything, so you approached one of them and asked if you could help. The kind junior told you it’s okay but you were stubborn. At last, you helped him to keep the ball bins in the storage room.

Later on, Iwaizumi walked into the storage room and bumped into you. “Oi, what are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to sit on the bench?”

You scoffed, “I felt bad just sitting around doing nothing so I offered them my help. It doesn’t matter at all, Iwa. Oh, do you think the rain has stopped? Because I really need to get home.” You looked at him with a sympathetic look. 

Iwaizumi examined your expression. Looks like you really had to go home as if your life depended on it. He then shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. Why don’t you go outside and take a rain check?” 

He turned his heels around and to his surprise, the door was closed. Weird. The door was left slightly ajar earlier. In panic, he turned the doorknob and guess what? It was locked because the door could only be opened from the outside! God, who the hell did this at this godly hour? It was getting late and he needed you to get home safely. 

Iwaizumi tried turning the doorknob again but it remained locked. He didn’t have his phone with him, neither did you. You panicked because you were trapped in this small room with Iwaizumi. The awkward tension is just indescribable between both of you. 

“Did they think we left early?” you spoke up, trying to figure out why the door was locked in the first place. Maybe it's broken? Ah, who the hell knows. Right now, the probability of not getting out is very high. And the chances of not getting home are high too, which is worse. 

Iwaizumi shrugged his shoulders, groaning in frustration. “Maybe. God, I don't have my phone with me. I left it at home. How about you?”

You shook your head. “Me neither! My phone is on the bench… and it's silent too.” 

“There's no way we can break this door, right? It's the school’s property. I’ll be penalised for it,” Iwaizumi tried to figure out something as he tried turning the doorknob once again.

You shook your head once again, “No, we can’t break the door. You always go home with Oikawa, right? He must notice that you’re missing. Let’s just wait until he comes here and rescues us.” 

Oikawa, on the other hand, thought both of you guys had left together without him. He walked home without even thinking of checking on Iwaizumi because the brunette really thought that he had gone home first. Oikawa’s always the last person to leave the gym and the club room. And when he didn’t spot Iwaizumi anywhere, he assumed his friend left early. 

You sat on the cold floor, not bothered to look at Iwaizumi as you had given up on escaping the storage room even though it was quite dusty and stuffy. You looked around to try finding an exercise mat so you could lay down comfortably. 

“Ah! There it is!” you exclaimed as you spotted the exercise mat. You grabbed it and laid it on the ground. Iwaizumi’s eyes were trailing your every movement. He found it extremely appealing that you managed to stay cool in a situation like this. If he were to trap alone, the door would be broken in a split of a second. But he’s with you, at least he is not alone.

“Just take the exercise mat if you want to sit on the ground,” you said as you pointed your finger to another exercise mat. Iwaizumi just nodded as he grabbed another one and laid it in front of yours. He stared at you and you cocked your eyebrows at him. 

“How do you even manage to stay cool when we are trapped in this place? I am surprised that you are adapting… well,” Iwaizumi asked, not understanding how you managed to play it off as if nothing happened. He was panicking inside but he didn’t want to terrify you furthermore. The urge to become a bigger person was too strong, so he tried to play it cool. 

His question made you snort a laughter. “I don't know. Maybe it’s better to be in here rather than being in a place you want to run away from, don’t you think so?” 

Iwaizumi frowned, “What do you mean? Weren’t you the one who was asking to go home all the time? It’s like… your life depends on it. Why the rush?” 

You scoffed, “What… No! I never went home straight after school. I went to- uh, work.” 

Lies! You weren’t working any part-time jobs, it was all a ruse. The truth is, you never went home straight because you wanted to feel less lonely, so you made your way to the park and stayed there doing your homework. 

“Are you working part-time?” Iwaizumi asked, as he noticed your eyes wandered around the storage room while you were saying something.

Your words came to falter. “Uh. no, actually. Sorry, I lied just now. I- uh, never went home directly after school because my mother is rarely at home. She's a surgeon, by the way. I'm an only child, so you can imagine how lonely it feels.”

Iwaizumi understood your situation. He is an only child himself, but his parents are always there for him. He must say that his parents are the most supportive people in his life and he’s always thankful for that.

"How about your father? Is he rarely at home too?" Iwaizumi asked. He looked at your once delighted face and turned sour. Did he ask you the wrong question? Crap. Why didn’t he think of it sooner? He noticed that you never mentioned anything about your father. 

"My dad passed away a few years ago," you mumbled softly, your lips forming a small smile trying to not be sad over the fact that he's long gone and left you alone in this cruel world, all helpless without any parental guidance and your mother was emotionally unavailable most of the time.

“I'm sorry. I-i didn't know that. So, um, your mother is a surgeon? You must be good at studying, then,” Iwaizumi complimented. He was nervous if he couldn’t find the right words to say. You smirked at his compliment, “Not really. My mom and late dad really want me to be a doctor one day, even though I feel like I don't want to.”

You paused for a moment, it feels weird to open up to Iwaizumi all of sudden. He didn’t know a thing about you before this moment. No one ever knows except Yuuji and well, Semi. You let out a soft chuckle, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so vulnerable with you.” 

Iwaizumi shook his head, assuring you that it was fine. “I don't really mind if you want to share your stories with me. I'm a great listener, by the way, even though I can't do much. The best I can do is to listen, right?"

You smiled bitterly. That’s how you opened up to Semi once ago. But now it was all in the previous pages either left to be forgotten or left to be in your mind forever. 

“May I know why I feel like you hate volleyball?” Iwaizumi asked. “No offence! I just felt like it. No pressure to answer, though.” 

You gave him a scoff in return as you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck. His question was on pause for a moment. “Don’t judge me for whatever I’m about to tell you,” you warned.

Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows and nodded. He isn’t a judgemental person. He’s the type of guy that practices you do you, i mind my own business. 

“Good. Okay so, my ex-boyfriend plays volleyball. He asked for a breakup because he told me he wanted to focus more on volleyball and his studies, even though I told him it doesn’t matter between us,” you explained. Iwaizumi was getting along with you so far, so he asked you to continue. 

“I don't hate volleyball. I just… feel devastated that my ex-boyfriend chose volleyball over me. But I understood his passion for it. It’s just, uh, we have become distant ever since then,” you added.

Iwaizumi nodded as he understood your situation. In his defence, he knows a guy who prioritises volleyball over anything and he can view it from both sides. “So, your ex goes to which school? Who knows if I know him.”

You let out a nervous chuckle and cleared your throat, “He goes to Shiratorizawa Academy. He plays the setter if I'm not mistaken.” 

His jaw dropped as soon as you told him. “Wow, that’s just- unexpected. Is his jersey the number #3? I forgot his name already. Wait a sec, oh! It’s Semi isn’t it?”

Bingo. Iwaizumi knows your ex-boyfriend and even knows his name. That just proved how strong the rivalry between these two schools. 

You nodded, “Yeah, his name is Semi Eita. You knew him?”

“Of course, who wouldn’t? Shiratorizawa is like our greatest rival. If oikawa knows this, he would be enraged!” Iwaizumi scoffed, feeling funny at the sudden thought of Oikawa throwing fists once he finds out about your ex, Semi.

The guy he quotes unquote, so popular among the ladies. Perhaps the brunette was just jealous. 

“So, what happened between you guys, if you don’t mind telling me?” Iwaizumi asked, only because you looked moody. He assumed you wanted someone to just listen attentively.

You sighed. “We broke up on the day we met at the party. That's why I went to the party and you know- hooked up with you. Ah! That was so uncalled for. One thing about my relationship with Semi is, I’ll always go back to him when he looks for me. It’s like a magnet, I'll never be able to leave him. It’s kind of tiring when every time we argue, we’ll always end up..you know... having sex. It's frustrating because I feel like we’ll never have closure. God damn, I'm so sorry Iwa. I shouldn't have told you this.”

You wiped the single tear that rolled down on your cheek with the back of your hand while laughing awkwardly.

Iwaizumi scoffed, it is so unlike you to apologise so many times. “You don’t have to feel sorry. It’s not healthy for things to end up not having a proper closure, you know?”

You nodded, agreed with his opinion. You let out a deep sigh as you brought your hands to cup your face. “Don’t get me wrong. Our relationship was so rocky way before the day we broke up on the day of the party. He barely talked to me for the past few weeks and asked for a break up out of the blue. Which is why I was so fucked up that night.” 

Iwaizumi pitied you, really he did. He didn’t know how to comfort you right at that moment. He went through a patchy break up too and he was a mess for the first few weeks. It was hell. Every second of it was a disaster. He didn’t know how he managed to get back on his feet and continued as if his ex didn’t even exist. 

You looked up at him and burst into a soft chuckle, “I can't believe I ended up telling you about my secrets. Don’t tell anyone, will you? I have a reputation to take care of.”

Iwaizumi burst into laughter as he heard you made a joke at the end of your sentence. “No, I won't tell anyone.”

You gave him a small smile. “Tell me about yourself, dude.”

Iwaizumi burst into laughter again, feeling embarrassed when you called him ‘dude’. “Where do I start?” he asked before beginning talking about himself and his family. Not to forget to add about his friendship with Oikawa and how he always puts him back in his place. 

In your opinion, their friendship is something that you admire. The kind of friendship you wished you had with the same gender. Yuuji is all about the good and fun friend, but he doesn’t really get girls the way that girls get girls. Sometimes it’s frustrating to explain how you feel just so he could understand what you are trying to say. Maybe being boys is easier because they tend to bottle up their emotions and let it be. 

You excused yourself to stretch your body and Iwaizumi allowed you while he continued telling you about his family. Sitting on the thin mat gave a sharp pain on your ass so you opted to stand in front of him while leaning your back against the wall. Iwaizumi didn’t want to be disrespectful so he got up too, following your lead. Except that he chose to stand across you so you guys could see each other eye-to-eye. 

You were lost by the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice. You found him very charming. He's manly and sweet. You felt like you could go on with your day just by listening to his voice. By the sudden realisation, you finally came back to earth. Bringing a hand to your face, you finally snapped out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay?” Iwaizumi asked after he caught you slapping yourself in the face a few times. You nodded nervously, hoping he didn’t notice you were staring at him the entire time. 

Both of you exchanged looks for a while. The air in the atmosphere turned thicker and weirder . The kind of air that just drives you crazy and makes bad decisions. 

You didn’t know what had gotten into you at the moment— blame it on the air, you purposely leaned in and kissed Iwaizumi on the lips. Iwaizumi, of course, was taken aback by your sudden action, but he didn’t pull the kiss away. Instead, he pulled you onto him. It felt different this time because both of you were sober, not intoxicated like the other night.

His tongue grazed over your bottom lip softly, asking for entrance. You let his tongue roam free in your mouth. God, did it feel good. Your hands travelled to his ripped back. His thin jersey enabled you to feel every inch of his back muscles. Iwaizumi’s hand was on your neck while the other hand was gripping your waist, holding you for support.

“Do you want this?” Iwaizumi’s raspy voice filled your ears and sent shivers down to your spine. You locked eyes with him, gulping away the nervousness. “Yes, Iwa. I want you.”

Those three words are deadlier than the other three words. Iwaizumi couldn’t resist you either. There was an indescribable feeling between both of you that seemed to get lost over time and all of a sudden, you guys were kissing each other. What would other people call this feeling? Sexual tension? 

Iwaizumi held you against the wall, your hands gripping on his shoulders while your legs hugged his waist tightly. His passionate kiss went back to kissing you and sucking on your neck, leaving deep purple marks all over your neck and shoulder. 

You couldn’t care less about the marks. They could be covered up by concealers. Right now, your focus was on the man supporting your body against the well. You moaned in pleasure, “Ah it tickles, Iwa!”

You could feel Iwaizumi smirking in between the kisses. His hands slowly travelled to your thighs, causing you to elicit another moan in his ears. “What if they find us here?” you asked worriedly.

“It'll take them some time. Trust me, princess,” Iwaizumi assured before he trailed his hands over your thighs. His veiny hands gripped on your flesh and squeezed it, “Say you want me now,” Iwaizumi commanded. It was not a wish but rather a command. That alone was enough to make your knees tremble in fear. 

Your lips shook, “I want you. I want you to touch me, Iwa. I want you so bad. Please .” 

Iwaizumi could hear the slight tremble at the end of your sentence. Before he let you speak again, the man smirked in satisfaction as he got you to plead to him. Now you earned your pleas. His hand slowly pulled your skirt down to your legs and threw it on the floor. Your bare legs were brought up to his waist again.

“Strip,” Iwaizumi said with his raspy voice. He looked sexy with his swollen and red lips. You took off your school shirt with ease and threw your hands over his shoulders. Next, it was your turn to pull the hem of Iwaizumi’s shirt and take it off of him, revealing a well-toned set of abs. Your hands were quick to touch every inch of him.

“I feel like I've missed this,” you teased as you playfully traced his jawline with your fingers. Iwaizumi smirked but he yanked your hands away and gripped them above your head. He heard a loud gasp coming from your pretty little mouth. 

“Do not play with fire, princess,” Iwaizumi warned as he undid your bra. You gulped your saliva when you noticed his gaze turned dark. You went silent for a moment. 

“Good. You listen to me well,” Iwaizumi teased. His mouth reached down to your perky nipples. His hot breath fanned over the sensitive buds before wrapping his lips around your perky nipples. “Ah- Iwa!” you jolted at the sudden sensation. 

Iwaizumi grinned slyly at your whimpers. His hand fondled your breasts, licking and pinching your nipples with his index and middle finger. His mouth captured your nipple while his other hand fondled your breast gently. 

You were too deep in lust to be focusing on the locked inside the equipment room situation. Iwaizumi’s mouth was a heaven-sent. He was so great at it. 

“Have you always been like this with your ex, huh?” Iwaizumi groaned. Your mind wasn’t thinking straight, so you quickly said no, denying his words. Truth be told, you almost forgot how it felt with Semi once you got a taste of how it’s like with Iwaizumi. 

“How about this? Did Semi make you feel good like I do, hm?” Iwaizumi asked as he slid two fingers inside your wet cunt easily. No warning, nothing. He just slid his two fingers in your already wet pussy and it just glided without restriction. It’s like you were eager to have him.

Your body jolted a little as his fingers stretched you out. He rubbed his thumb on your clit, sending you over the edge, “Answer me, princess.”

“N-no. I fo-forgot how it feels like with him,” you answered, voice almost whiny and was barely audible.

Iwaizumi smirked. “Good answer, princess.” 

He lifted one of your legs, his fingers remained pumping in and out of your wet cunt. With a scissoring motion, his fingers curled deep inside your cunt as his knuckles bumped on your sensitive clit repeatedly. The friction made your toes curl, feet becoming colder each second. The tight coil started forming in your stomach and anytime from now on, you could have your first release. 

You moaned when you felt your orgasm building up in your lower body, “Shit, Iwa! I need to c-cum!” You dug your nails on his skin when he continuously thrust his fingers into your dripping cunt without stopping. He was eager at making you come and wouldn’t stop until your juice leaked out. 

“Cum all you want, princess,” he gritted through his teeth. His thumb circled your clit at a pace that made your head spin before a tight knot was felt in your stomach as the first orgasm wave hit you. The strong hit finally washed over you, instantly leaving you breathless. 

You let out a deep breath after it hit you. “Shit that was intense,” you murmured. “I want more, please, Iwa,” you begged. iwaizumi loves it when you beg for him.

You kissed him again, this time more passionately and sensually than before. Your hands moved to the band of his shorts and tugged it down for him to remove his shorts completely. When Iwaizumi finally removed his shorts, your hands slowly travelled to the visible bulge on his boxer. Iwaizumi let you enjoy your view for a while. 

“You are eager, don’t you?” you teased. Iwaizumi pinched the inner of your thighs as a punishment for teasing him. You winced in pain, but he wasn’t stopping you from going down on him.

Without stalling your time, you immediately got on your knees and pulled the band of his boxer down his legs. His cock sprang free that it slapped his lower abdomen. A soft chuckle escaped past your lips. Iwaizumi’s dick is healthy and god you weren’t startled by his girth. The red tip was beaded with precum, and you took the small matter into your hands and used your tongue to lick it clean. Iwaizumi slightly groaned when your tongue made contact with his cock.

“Do you like that?” you asked more as you held his hard cock in your hand. You hollowed your cheeks as you were taking his length slowly and you weren’t even halfway in. You almost gagged by his size. With a shallow breath, you tried to take his cock to the base with your mouth.

Iwaizumi gripped onto your hair as he fucked your throat. “Fuck. You feel so good,” you mumbled incoherently while trying to breathe through your nose. Your eyes were filled with tears and you were an absolute mess from deepthroating Iwaizumi.

He looked down and your doe eyes were staring up at him with tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. Your cheeks were full from his size alone. Drools were all over your chin from the corner of your lips. He would be damned if this view wasn’t turning him on even more. He just wanted to pull you and slam you against the wall before he fucks you senselessly. 

Then, you felt his body tensed, taking hints that he was about to reach his high. “I-i’m gonna come,” you heard Iwaizumi’s groan as you quickly pulled away from his cock and pumped his hard cock with your hand. He panted heavily, hands fisting around your hair. Your hand wouldn’t stop pumping his cock in your hand until the man finally gave in to his orgasm. Thick spurts of cum smeared on your face. Iwaizumi had to take note that it was his first time to cum on your face. Your eyes were shut but you used your fingers to lick the warm liquid on your face.

Iwaizumi didn’t let you catch a break. He then pinned you against the wall again with your legs hugging his waist for support. “Iwa, please. Fuck me,” you begged. The sexual tension was too hard to resist and there was no way in hell you would give up on wanting more out of him.

“How do you like it, hm, princess ?” Iwaizumi hummed. He thinks he loves calling you princess ever since the night of the party. He doesn’t know why… he just loves it. 

“Please, just fuck me however you want,” you cried. It didn’t take Iwaizumi too long to please you. He aligned himself at your entrance, his hard cock slowly penetrating your cunt. You cursed under your breath at how big he is.

“Ah- Iwa! Your dick… fuck it’s- so g-good!” you moaned as your wall was stretching around his cock, sucking him in just real nice and slow. 

“Did Semi fuck you like this before? Hm? Did he fuck you this good like I do?” Iwaizumi groaned. He didn’t know how it slipped his mouth. He just got a little bit angry that there was a man before him and worse, you love him. Fuck this feeling, Iwaizumi didn’t have time to deal with romantic feelings. This is just some stupid tricks his brain was trying to fool him. 

You shook your head while trying to catch your next orgasm. “N-no.”

Iwaizumi’s thrust was harder and faster than the other night. His pace could make you see the stars and send you to heaven. It was THAT good. The sound of skin slapping against skin and moans were filling the equipment room. Iwaizumi continued to relentlessly fucked your cunt. God, you made him lightheaded. “Your pussy is taking me well, princess. You’re desperate for me. Aw, look at how tight you are clenching around me,” he groaned again.

Dirty talks aren’t really your expertise, you may say. But, Iwaizumi was the opposite. He knows how to rile up his partner in bed… and outside of the bedroom. You kept nodding at his words, agreeing when he called you desperate. His name continuously slipped out of your mouth. "Fuck, fuck, you feel so fucking good, Iwa" you moaned. Your nails digging into his skin, leaving marks on it until the next few days.

“Shit- I’m going to come,” you cried. Iwaizumi let out a soft groan, “Fuck, come for me, princess,” his thumb reaching for your clit and flicked on the bundle of nerves that let out a high-pitched scream from your mouth. 

Both of you were trying to catch your orgasms together as the pants were getting heavier by each second. To your defeat, you came first before the man came inside of you, painting your walls with thick cum. 

“Shit, condoms!” he cursed under his breath as he looked at you, panicked. “No worries. I’m on birth control,” you calmed him down.

He let out a relieved sigh as he pulled out after coming into you. “That was nice,” he said before putting his clothes back on. You nodded while trying to catch your breath. “Must admit that it was.” 

Both of you exchanged looks and laughed afterwards. “Are they seriously not coming to rescue us? And, Oikawa literally has no idea that we are trapped, isn’t he?” 

Iwaizumi chuckled. Sometimes, Oikawa can be dense and clueless so today must be it. “They will. Trust me. There’ll be someone who will rescue us.” 

You felt at peace after being assured. A thought crossed your mind and you pondered on it. “Hm, Iwa. This is a weird request, but would you be interested in being friends with benefits?” you asked bluntly.

Iwaizumi's jaw dropped upon hearing your weird request. Friends with benefits? He heard some people don’t really like how it turns out but Iwaizumi wants nothing more than just a sex without feelings involved right now. Maybe he can be okay with it. “With you?” was all he could say at the moment.

You nodded furiously. “Do you want to? If you’d like.”

Iwaizumi scratched the back of his neck nervously. He didn’t know what he got himself into but trying new things won’t hurt him either. “What do you think?”

“I think it has always been that way ever since we hooked up. Don’t you think so?” you exclaimed. Fun fact, you know you can’t let go of him for the casual sex which is why you proposed the idea of being friends with benefits. Other than that, you want less headaches from hooking up with random strangers. 

“If you think that way, then let’s be friends with benefits from now on,” Iwaizumi agreed. 

One mission accomplished successfully. You smirked at him, “Good!”

After about 2 and a half-hour of being trapped inside the equipment room, the patrol finally came to rescue you guys. He was making rounds when he saw the lights from the equipment room. He knew the volleyball team always switches them off before leaving. 

“I saw someone left their bags outside. I didn't know you guys were trapped in here. Are you guys okay?” the patrol asked as he unlocked the door for you guys to come out of the equipment room. 

Iwaizumi and you exchanged dirty looks. Both of you nodded saying you guys are fine. Hopefully, the patrol won’t suspect anything suspicious. 

“See you tomorrow,” you said to Iwaizumi as you parted ways with him.

He smirked. “Well, see you tomorrow too.”

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[natashas-girl]

If you’re happy

A/n: Hey! This is one of my first fanfics about natasha, i hope u like it!

Summary: Natasha falls out of love with you and in love with somebody else. . .

"Natasha?" You called, "you in here?" It was a tradition of sorts. Whenever you came home from work, you would call out to your girlfriend in your apartment (she was always there, and if she wasn't she'd text you. Looking up, you saw that she was on the couch braiding a girl with pale skin and a hard expression's dark hair.

"right here, honey," she said, blowing a kiss in your direction.

"Who's that?" You asked, curious of the cute stranger.

"This is my friend Maria from. . . Work" she replied.

Maria gave her a side glance, and a teasing smile, "work, huh. Does she know  where you work?"

"No," you muttered.

"Well. . ." Natasha paused, "i think it would be better if you let me explain a little bit later. Oh, and do you mind if Maria stays for dinner?"

NO she did not just change the fucking subject

"Sure, I'll order now. Where?"

"We haven't had In-n-out for a while." 

"Sure, Umm. . . What do you want?" You asked Maria. 

"Oh, I'll just take a veggie burger with pickles," she laughed.

"'Kay" you said, feeling awkward.

-the literal time skip because i can-

Later that night, when you were laying in bed with Natasha,  you asked her, "where do you work?"

"I-" she stuttered, "I'm an- I'm an Avenger, y/n, I'm black widow." 

"Wait," you said, the wheels turning in your brain, "so does that mean that Maria was. . . The Maria hill? And you work with iron man and Carol Danvers and Hulk and-"

"Scarlet witch and Falcon and captain America." She joked tiredly.

"Who?" You asked

"Scarlet witch? You mean the one who does the weird hand things?"

"No, I've heard of her. Who's Captain America?"

"You mean. . . Steve rogers? Captain America? You've never heard of him?" She cackled, "oh, Steve's going to die when he hears that."

"Film it," you advised.

"Don't worry, i will." She planted a kiss on your cheek. "But first we should sleep."

And so, you fell asleep safe and happy in your girlfriend's arms.

-Time skip-

*reflecting*

Through the next week, Maria was there every time that you came back from work. Once it was raining so much that she had to stay the night. You could tell how happy Natasha was when she was there, And every time you thought of her happiness, a small smile crept to your face. Once, you almost got fired from your job at Starbucks because you zoned out thinking about Natasha. 

I see the way that her eyes light up when you make her laugh. 

I see all the ways she makes you smile that i never could.

I see how you look at her when you think she isn't looking, when I'm standing in the doorway and you don't see me there.

And i know that you would love to love her, but you could never break my heart

But love is a roller coaster, it has its ups and downs, and some roller coasters break down

And when a roller coaster breaks down, you either get on another one or you never go on a roller coaster again. 

And you don't understand, thAt if you weren't happy, my heart would already be broken

And I would shatter my heart a thousand times to keep yours whole

Because sometimes loving someone is letting them go.

*end of reflecting*

"Natasha." You said, pulling your girlfriend into a closet.

"I need to talk to you about Maria."

"What? Y/n, you know i would never-"

"Natasha, i know that you're a good person. I know that you would never cheat. But i see the way you look at her. And those glances that she sneaks at you. And that's why. . ." You couldn't say it. But. . . Natasha would be happy. And that was all that matters. "That's why. . ." You blinked back tears, "that's why I'm breaking up with you."

"What- but y/n, i- thats not- i-" she stuttered, clearly not expecting thighs.

"Natasha just, please. . ." You begged. "Ask Maria out. Please. Just let me go."

You left the closet before she could argue. Because, loving someone is letting them go.

Because, loving someone is spending a lifetime of heartbreak so that they don't have to spend a lifetime pretending they don't love somebody else.

Because, even after all this

You

Still

Love 

Her

Your didn't feel your heart shatter until you hit the highway.

That was a fun way to take my depression out! 

[meetmyothersouls]

The Ghost of You

Chapter 2

Moodboard by: @imnotoverlyobsessive

Warnings: spooky, ghost!timothee, haunting, not proof read.

Chapter 1

It was cold.

Not your average cold like the kind that painted your skin in chills and left you shivering.

No, this was deeper than that. This was the type of cold that penetrated into your skin and turned your blood into ice. This was a grim kind of cold that made it hard to breathe, move, think.

Run you told yourself, as the dark figure of a man remained standing in your doorway. Frozen on your bed, you heard his voice. He was quiet, like a whisper you had to strain to hear, but harsh like storm clouds filled with rain waiting to be released. The voice filled the room, coming from all directions as he spoke again.

“You.”

As quickly as the word came out, the figure vanished, dissipating into the air. You felt yourself relax. “Just a dream,” you thought out loud, rubbing your eyes before finding a new comfortable position to sleep in. Still, you couldn’t help but think about how that single word was said. Not a question, not a thought, but a declaration. Like you had been found, and that voice has been looking for you.

Your eyes shot back open at the sound of your door. You sat up, hearing only the slow drawn out creak of the old, rusty door hinges as it opened completely, only this time, the threshold was empty. It was eerily quiet, you’d never heard something so quiet. Maybe it was always this quiet at night, and you just never knew because you were sleeping.

You scanned the room, widening your eyes as you did hoping the action would allow more light in. You jumped, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you heard the clattering of what sounded like the pots and pans you left on the counter downstairs.

“Nope, no way,” you said, jumping out of bed to shut the door. You shut it quietly, making sure whoever was downstairs, wouldn’t hear you, then turned the key that stayed inside of the old door knob. And when you turned, he was there. You were unable to make out any features, he was darkness in the corner of your room.

You took a single breath in before it happened.

“It’s time for you to go,” the voice whispered.

It sounded like it came from behind you.

You turned, gasping at the closeness of the whisper, your heart hammering in your chest. You could see your breath as you screamed.

“What do you want!”

“I want you,” the voice stopped, as if it needed to take a deep breath before his next word. “OUT.”

What started out as whisper, ended in a booming scream, so loud the windows above your bed shattered, letting in rain and wind.

You screamed as something took hold of your ankles, pulling you down to your stomach. Your head slammed against the hard oak flooring as you were dragged across the room and under your bed.

Waking up from a deep sleep can be described as slow or even peaceful.  This was neither of those. The piercing, pulsating sting of your head was what pulled you out, followed by the crunching of dried, dead leaves and the smell of rain lingering in the air.

You were outside.

Your eyes shot open, taking in the sight of your desolate backyard. 

“What the fuck,” you said out loud, your voice grated against your dry throat. 

The night before was definitely real, you could tell by the shattered windows as your eyes traveled up the back of your house, but just as you looked away, you caught sight of movement. Your curtains fluttered, as if someone quickly shut them, or ran past them at the sight of you. 

There was no way you were spending another night in that house, not until you got the windows fixed and called the police. There were many plausible explanations for what was going on here. You heard of “phrogging”, people living in other people’s homes, going undetected for weeks, months, even years. It was a very realistic possibility that there was someone living in your house way before you moved in. Someone could have broken in and decided to fuck with you when they found there was nothing in the house worth stealing. Either way, you needed someone to search the house before you attempted to sleep in there again. 

By the end of the day, the police came and went, searching every room in your house, even checking the attic and basement. No one was found and while that was a slight relief, it left you with an emptier, eerier feeling. One of them was even kind enough to stay and board your windows up for you, free of charge. He was cute. Skinny and tall with dirty blonde hair. His name was Greg, and he left you his personal number, giving you permission to call him if you every had any more issues, or needed someone right away. The notion made you feel safe, until he left. 

You pulled your phone out, half tempted to call Greg and ask him to spend the night with you. Not for any reason other than the fact that you were scared, and the company would have been nice. Instead, you called Agatha, hoping to get some more information on the house. She was in such a hurry to close on the house, you weren’t able to get any information out of her about the houses’ history. Who it belonged to before you, who built it, why it was so cheap. 

You clicked her number under ‘recent calls’ and climbed the stairs, waiting for the line to ring, but once you climbed to the top your phone slid out of your hands, clattering to the floor. The automated female voice on the other line could be heard from ground. 

“We’re sorry, the number you have reached is currently not in service-” 

It was shocking, but not nearly as shocking as the wooden attic ladder, that was locked securely in place when Greg and the other two police officer’s left, pulled all the way out. You risked two steps toward the ladder. The light was on inside and the pull chain swung rapidly, as if it had just been turned on. 

“What the fuck?” You whispered as you stepped onto the ladder, bracing yourself for what could be up there. 

You loosed a shaky breath, and ascended. 

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[parkersbliss]

Tough | K. Brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

warnings: blood, cursing, kaz being a simp

wc; 2K

synopsis: mission gone wrong… gone right?

prompts: 028: “hey, hey, hey, I’m right here.” 030: “you could’ve died!”

a/n: I don’t know how I always end up so off track

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

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“This is ridiculous,” Jesper hisses, looking between you and Inej. “Someone tell him that!”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Tell Kaz to back out of a job? No way.”

“I prefer to keep my head,” Inej said.

Jesper rolls his eyes. “You’ll lose it either way at this point!”

“Jesper, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not! Do you realize how-”

“Shut up, Jesper,” Kaz scowled through the earpiece.

Jesper mumbles something under his breath, but you don’t catch it.

“How’s everything looking, Kaz?” Inej asked.

“One last round of guards, and then you two can come in.”

You nod, securing your gun in place as you stand up.

“If you two don’t come back, I told you so!” Jesper said.

“If we don’t come back, we probably ditched you,” You quip back.

Jesper scoffs, standing up. “At least I still have Wylan.”

“No, you don’t,” Wylan responded through the earpiece.

Jesper throws his hands in the air, “No one appreciates the voice of wisdom around here.”

“(Y/N), Inej, go.”

Inej takes the lead, climbing the gate and dropping safely on the other side. You follow after and make a run for the main entrance. You hide behind a column, holding your breath as two guards walk back to their posts. A hand sticks out from the opposite column on you, and Inej makes a hand signal that means go.

With what you hope are quiet footsteps, you emerge from behind the column and follow Inej to the hallway to the left. You patiently wait as two Grisha emerge from the bedrooms, and in the span of a few seconds, it takes the door to close; you both rush in.

Inej opens the closet, throwing you a kefta, and you gasp at the softness of the fabric.

“Do you think we can keep these?” You jokingly ask.

“Unless you want to be an even bigger target in Ketterdam: I’d advise not.���

“They’re bulletproof and warm,” You said, slipping on the blue kefta with red and yellow detailing.

Inej only hums as she slips hers on, which has green swirls embellished on it.

“Tidemaker,” You said.

“Inferni,” Inej replied. “Suits you.”

You both walk out of the bedroom, the kefta’s making it easier to walk through the palace undetected. The Grisha all automatically assumed you belonged there. They didn’t bother to take a good look at your face.

“Status?” Kaz asked.

“On track,” You said softly, passing by two Grisha’s.

Kaz nods on his side, dressed as a guard inside of the palace. He waits patiently by the door for the two of you. He can just barely spot Wylan in the distance, acting as a servant to the Queen.

She was too stuck up to ever notice or acknowledge any of the servant's names. Similar to the Mercher’s back in Ketterdam.

What snobs they are.

Kaz watches as you and Inej round the corner. The Kefta’s fit both of you surprisingly well. He nods at you two, giving Wylan one last glance before going to unlock the Queen’s room. His fingers and quick, and the lock cracks open in a few seconds.

In those few seconds, someone screams. You can hear Wylan laughing nervously before being pinned down by a guard.

Kaz instantly stops what he’s doing as you all watch the scene unfold. They disarm him, grabbing a remote and throwing it across the floor.

“Get back!” Kaz shouts as the button lands first onto the ground. There’s a moment of silence, utter stillness as you and Inej look toward the Queen’s room, and then it explodes. The blast echoes through the castle and shatters everything. Pieces of rumble rain down as the building begins to shake.

You slam against the adjacent wall, coughing at the dust and groaning. Blood trickles down from your forehead, and your entire body aches.

A low moan catches your attention, and you look up to see a crystal chandelier, cracks surrounding the ceiling it was attached to.

“(Y/N)!” You can hear Kaz scream as it gives way.

You don’t have enough time to get away, you know that. Your vision was still blurry, a loud ringing in your ears. You were too disoriented to even comprehend the idea of being pierced with the decorative piece.

But Kaz isn’t.

He lunges forward, tackling you to the opposite end and shielding you with his body. He’s holding his breath the entire time, counting in his head and reminding himself that it’s just you. If he lets go, then you’ll be dead.

Don’t let go. He repeats it like a mantra inside his head, focusing on the sound of glass shattering as you both skid across the floor.

Sharp glass shards pierce his jacket and skin, but he’s barely fazed by it. It gives him something else to focus on other than the feeling of you.

“Don’t move,” You said quietly, and you can see his eyes widen because by saints he needs to, or he’s going to pass out. “Kaz, if you move, you’re going to push a piece of glass further into yourself.”

He starts shaking his head because the feeling of you breathing under him is overwhelming. Your voice had snapped him out of his daze, and now he was fully aware and fully scared. He doesn't know why. It's you and you were the one person he wishes he could be able to touch, but right now, he can't.

“I can’t,” He whispers.

“Kaz, don’t.”

“Please.”

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m right here,” You assure. “I’m alive, okay? Just breathe slowly until I can get out.”

Kaz closes his eyes and breathes deeply. Every nerve in his body is screaming. It’s worse than the shard of glass sticking out of him. He can’t do it.

“Kaz!” You scream as he rolls off of you and onto the floor.

Almost instantly, the glass pierces through him, and he groans. There’s a huge shard sticking out of his stomach, and you can feel panic surging through you.

Your instincts overwhelm the pain, and your senses come rushing back to you. There’s no way you can grab the glass without cutting yourself in the process, and Kaz would bleed out before you can do anything.

“Kaz Brekker, don’t you dare die on me.”

“I’m not trying to,” He hisses back.

“Inej!” You shout, searching for the Suli girl through the rubble.

“A healer,” Kaz coughs out. “You look Grisha, call for a healer.”

You blink, still amazed how Kaz’s mind is still working, before standing up. “Healer!”

On cue, a girl with a red kefta and silver detailing runs over from the area where Wylan was. You don’t want to imagine how many others are hurt. Behind her is Inej, who nods at you, and you thank the saints for her.

“I need to get the glass out," The healer said.

You look at her, then back to Kaz. “Okay. I can do that. Trust me."

“What you did was stupid,” You said to Kaz, kneeling down by his side once more.

“You were going to die,” he protests weakly.

You slowly grip the glass tightly, trying to ignore the sharp sting of it as the jagged sides cut through your skin.

“You could’ve died!” You scowl, but Kaz could hear the fear in your voice. “You still could.”

“It’s better me than you.”

“No, it isn’t,” You reply, “Kaz, how can you not see it?”

“See what?”

“That I'm in love with you!”

His eyes widen, and at that moment, you grab the glass and yank it out. Kaz screams out in pain, shutting his eyes. “Fuck!”

It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him curse.

The healer jumps into action. She leans over Kaz, and with a single motion of her hand, stitches him up.

She looks at you, and before you can say anything, she heals the cut on your forehead and the gashes on your hands.

“Thank you,” You said.

She nods, and Inej thanks her as well before turning her attention back to you and Kaz. “We need to go, like now. Wylan’s already running out the door as we speak.”

You nod, looking to Kaz. “Okay, can you walk?”

Inej hands him his cane, and he uses it to steady himself. “I can.”

“Okay… can you run?”

“I don’t think we have much of a choice,” Inej said, tugging on your kefta and gesturing to the guards eyeing you down.

“We’re running!” You announce, taking off with Inej and Kaz on your heels. The guards immediately start pursuing you, and you try to lose them in the many hallways.

“Where the hell is Jesper when you need him?”

“Right here!”

“I’m here as well!” Nina shouts, coming to a stop behind him. “The Kefta’s suit you two.”

“Thanks.”

Jesper winks before beginning to fire as Nina drops their heart rate.

“I take it the mission was unsuccessful?” Nina asked, turning to run when the guards become too many.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Jesper said.

“I would,” Kaz seethed.

“Yes, well, you happen to be the most pessimistic person here,” Jesper replied, firing a shot at an approaching guard.

“(Y/N) confessed her love for Kaz,” Inej said through labored breaths, finally reaching the exit.

Nina whirls to face you, “What?”

“About damn time,” Jesper grumbled, ignoring the look Kaz gives him.

You roll your eyes at him, grateful to see your getaway carriage on time.

“And then she pulled a piece of glass out of him,” Inej added, opening the door and hopping into the carriage.

“Oh wow, that’s really the cherry on top of it, isn’t it?” Jesper asked sarcastically.

“You guys are the only people that gossip while being chased down with guns,” Your driver, Matthias, chuckled.

“When else are we supposed to be doing it?” Nina asked, getting into the seat next to him and grabbing the reins.

“Oh sorry, didn’t realize there’s a time and place for it. I’ll stop being a criminal and getting chased now,” You sassily replied, climbing in behind Kaz.

“Just go!”

Nina and Matthias don’t have to be told twice, and you all take off, leaving empty-handed, or so you thought.

Jesper and Wylan sit across from Inej, you, and Kaz. The curly-haired boy holds a bag tightly to his chest, and you’re not oblivious to it.

“What’s in the bag?” Inej asked.

Jesper grins. “Why thank you for asking. Care to share, Wylan?”

The boy rolls his eyes and opens the bag, revealing a crown.

“Oh my god,” You gasp.

“I told you we weren’t leaving empty-handed,” Jesper smirks, leaning back and ruffling his boyfriend's hair.

“How?” Kaz asked.

“Stole it from the queen after the explosion and quite literally ran for my life.”

“We taught him well.”

The ride back to Os Kervo is long, and most of the Dregs fall asleep, except for Nina and Matthias, of course.

Inej rests her head against the window, using her hoodie and scarf as a pillow. Jesper does the same, with Wylan resting on his shoulder.

However, you’re wide awake, not finding a comfortable position to sleep in.

“Did you mean it?” Kaz whispered, turning to face you.

His features stick out more in the moonlight, casting sharp shadows across his face. His blue eyes feel like they're piercing you in a single gaze.

“Mean what?”

“What you said before you yanked the glass out of me, or was it just a distraction?”

“Oh,” You said softly. “I meant it.”

“I mean it too.”

You raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

Kaz realizes he has to say it back. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he felt like a child once again. There were butterflies in his stomach as he speaks. “I love you too.”

“Is that so?” You ask, a slightly teasing tone to your voice, and he knows it.

“I don’t risk my life for just anyone.”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”

“I also don’t offer my shoulder to sleep on to anyone.”

Your eyes brighten. “Kaz?”

He gives you a small smile, “I can take it.”

“Are you sure?”

“If it means both of us get some shut-eye, yes.”

A slow smile spread across your face as you pull up your own hoodie, having shed the Kefta long ago. It was too bulky for you.

You slowly let your head fall onto his shoulder, and his breathing stutters for a brief moment before relaxing again when he can feel your heartbeat. It should freak him out, and it does, but he stays strong. That’s what you do for the people you love.

You tough it out.

That, and Kaz falls asleep a few moments later with his own head resting on yours.

— END —

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[boowanie]

Pairing: Ceo!Wonwoo x Secretary!reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff-ish

Warning: Suggestive

W/C: 2k+

Summary: Falling in love with your boss was never on your agenda, or so you thought.

Eri’s note: I’ve been dying to write a ceo!wonwoo scenario and here she is!! aaah, i hope you beans enjoy this! I think this is my favourite of mine so far 💘

The cold rain seeped into your clothes as you padded your way back to your empty apartment. You were absolutely exhausted. Words were not enough to explain how tired you were of your boss but being broke left you with no choice but to stick around as Wonwoo’s secretary.

When you first met him, you couldn’t deny that he made your heart skip a beat with how beautiful he was. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the image you momentarily created in your mind was shattered. He was always working you harder than your other co-workers even when the tasks weren’t even your responsibility.

You finally caught sight of your apartment building and a small sigh of relief left your lips. You were definitely drenched when you reached your apartment door, shivering as you opened your door. On a normal day, you would have slipped your shoes off at the front door but tonight was different. You went straight to the bathroom, leaving wet footsteps and drops of water along the way. The warmth of the water coming out of your shower fogged up your small bathroom as you finally discarded the wet clothes you were in.

Once you stepped into the shower, your thoughts led you back to the events that happened before you walked home.

—

Wonwoo was yelling at one of his employees yet again. You could hear him demanding for the work that he tasked her to do. You flinched as your co-worker finally snapped, yelling at him with the same tone.

“You know what, I fucking quit Jeon Wonwoo. Fuck you and fuck your stupid company! I’d rather be jobless than stay here for another day. I don’t know how y/n has managed to stay by your side for the past 5 years.”

You and the other employees turned towards the door as soon as she stepped out, visible tears tumbling down her cheeks. Some of your co-workers stood up to comfort her while some avoided her incase Wonwoo saw. You, on the other hand, were called into his office. You sighed, picking up the files he wanted you to sort out during lunch.

“Close the door,” he murmured as soon as you stepped into his office. You did as you were told and walked slowly to his table where he was leaning back against his chair with his eyes tightly shut. You carefully placed the files on his desk, not wanting to disturb your boss’ silence.

“Can you stay for awhile?” he whispered, eyes opening to stare at you. You blinked back, your eyes softening at the sight of him and the dark circles that were visible under his eyes. You nodded as you took the spare seat and pulling it over to Wonwoo’s side.

“What do you need help with, Mr. Jeon?”

“Just need you here to calm me down.” He stated, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

—

When you turned the shower off, you came to a conclusion that Jeon Wonwoo liked to confuse you. He confused you with his actions. Despite the fact that he gave you more work than anybody else in the company, he also cared about you. Wonwoo didn’t mind when you handed files to him late nor did he care whenever he saw you nodding off at your desk. Your co-workers noticed how more lenient he was on you but they never made a comment because they saw how much work Wonwoo gave you on a daily basis.

You finally sat down on your sofa, ordering some food to eat to reward yourself after Wonwoo made you stay behind again to help him with some documents he was reviewing. You remember trying to stiffle numerous yawns as you worked through some documents and you could feel the frustration building up within him.

“You know what, just go home y/n. It’s clear to me that you’d rather be sleeping,” he said, plopping the loose papers on his desk before turning towards you. Your eyes widened at the sharp gaze he threw at you and you felt your heart momentarily clench.

“Won-, Mr. Jeon, it’s past midnight. I think we both need to rest,” you stared back, watching as he ran his fingers through his hair. He leaned back against his chair, watching you with blank eyes.

“Just go.” He turned his body away from you, leaving you staring at his back that was now hunched over his wooden desk.

“Fine.”

—

Once your food delivery arrived, you took your spot on your sofa again, watching reruns of your favourite show. You sighed as your mind began wandering back to Wonwoo.

“Fuck this,” you grabbed your phone, dialing the man that was occupying your mind.

On the third ring, he finally picked up. You could hear some shuffling in the background as you asked if he had gone home. You waited for his answer as silence consumed you both.

“Can I come over?” he whispered, hearing sniffles coming from his end. Your heart clenched at the sadness evident in his voice.

“I-i’ll leave the door unlocked,” you whispered back.

—

Again, Jeon Wonwoo confused you as he began to nip at the soft skin of your neck. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging his locks softly as he continued to pepper your neck with wet kisses, sighing as he left a subtle bruise on your collarbone.

“Talk to me sweetheart,” he groaned against your neck. You moaned when he slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders, loving his gentle touches that burned agaisnt your skin. However, as he continued to leave kisses on your skin, your mind wandered back to everything that happened that day. You pulled away just before he could undo the clasp of your bra.

“W-what are we doing Wonwoo,” you breathed out, pushing his body away from you. He sighed, leaning back on your headboard. You avoided his gaze and stared at your legs that were situated on either side of his thighs.

“Don’t you like what we have y/n?” he asked, pulling your chin up with his hand.

“What exactly do you call this Wonwoo? I’m your secretary for crying out loud,” you replied with frustration.

“We can’t keep doing this. I-i can’t keep pretending like i’m not inlove with you while we’re at work,” you cried, tears sliding down your cheeks as you lightly thumped your hands against his bare chest.

“Baby,” he mumbled, taking your shivering figure into his embrace. You cried against the skin of his shoulder while he rubbed his hand on your back.

“I-i think I should quit Wonwoo,” you sniffled.

“If I stay in your company any longer, I’ll just end up breaking my own heart,” you decided, removing your self from his embrace. You wiped your tears with the back of your hands while getting off his lap.

“I think you should leave now Wonwoo, I’ll hand in my resignation letter later on.”

—

You arrived at the company early in the morning, your hands carrying folded boxes to put your things in. You heard soft mutters when you began to clear your belongings that were neatly organised on your desk.

Once you finished, you made your way towards Wonwoo’s office, gently knocking on his door to bid him your final goodbye.

“Come in.”

He looked up, pushing his metal glasses up when he saw you standing by the door. You took a deep breath before walking towards his desk, your resignation letter in hand. You placed it beside his arm before looking up at Wonwoo again.

“Thank you for the past 5 years, Mr. Jeon,” you bowed. He didn’t say anything and began working on the files that he was holding not too long ago.

“Bye Wonwoo,” you whispered, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

—

Four months passed by before you finally got a job at a photography studio. Before becoming Wonwoo’s secretary, you were an aspiring photographer that only studied business to please your parents. You were beyond happy when Mingyu, your boss, called you to offer you the job you applied for.

The first month and a half was hectic, shooting for different companies and artists was something you never imagined to be doing in your life time.

“Y/n, I need you to come with me to a really important photoshoot,” Mingyu chucked a popcorn at your direction. You swatted another incoming popcorn as you tried to place your camera down.

“Sure, who are we shooting for tomorrow?”

“My bestfriend and his family,” he smiled.

“Time?”

“10 in the morning,” he replied, munching on another popcorn.

“I’ll see you then,” you waved goodbye at your boss turned close friend.

—

You couldn’t believe your eyes when you entered the venue. Mingyu texted you that he would be arriving in less than 10 minutes. Your eyes landed on Wonwoo who was staring at you, shock evident on his face. You were shooting for The Jeons. Well shit, you thought. Wonwoo’s mother greeted you, leading you to a small section of the room where she told you you could place your belongings.

You thanked her, grabbing your phone to dial Kim Mingyu.

“Where the heck are you?” you panicked, looking around the room.

“Right behind you, you dumbass,” Mingyu chuckled, bumping your head with his camera bag. You glared at him as he continued to chuckle at you.

—

Throughout the whole photoshoot, your eyes tried to avoid meeting Wonwoo’s. Mingyu noticed the subtle glances that two of his friends were giving. He couldn’t help but shake his head when he finally took the last shot.

“We can call it a day, Mr and Mrs Jeon,” he politely said to Wonwoo’s parents. They both thanked you and Mingyu for your hard work while Wonwoo’s brother waved at you both with a smile before leaving with his parents. Wonwoo, on the other hand, decided to stay. You couldn’t deny how fast your heart was beating throughout the entire photoshoot.

“Thank you Mingyu and y/n,” he patted Mingyu’s back and gave you a small smile. You sligtly bowed at his direction before busying yourself with packing up. Mingyu and Wonwoo began to talk about something you didn’t understand while you tried to place your camera back into your bag.

“Hey y/n, do you need a ride back to your apartment?” Mingyu asked as you finally gathered all your belongings. You shook your head “no”, leaving both of them in the room.

“See you tomorrow, boss.”

—

It was around midnight when you heard a knock on your door. You were clad in nothing but a loose t-shirt that you were certain was Wonwoo’s and cotton shorts. You padded your way towards your door, looking through the peephole to find Wonwoo standing behind the door wearing grey sweatpants and a loose hoodie.

You opened the door, confused as to why Wonwoo showed up at your door after months of him not being here. He spoke gently, asking if he could come in to talk to you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, sitting back down on your sofa. He followed suite, keeping a small distance between you two. He shrugged, looking at his hands. Silence consumed you both while you stared at your midnight snack that was abandoned on the coffee table.

“Again Wonwoo, what are you doing here?” you asked firmly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you so much, sweetheart,” he sobbed into his palms. Your heart clenched at his words, reaching out to pull him into your chest.

“I’m so sorry baby. When you said that you were going to leave, I thought it was for the best. I didn’t want to break your heart any further but I realised how stupid I was. How much of a coward I was being when I continued to lead you on for years,” he breathed against your neck.

“I’m so inlove you y/n y/l/n, and I was wonderinrg if you could still forgive me and ask for another chance?” he peered up at you through his tears. You wiped them gently while he wiped your own tears that were falling down your cheeks.

“Why’d you only come back for me now?” you whispered.

“I wanted to give you the space you deserved. I-i knew you were working for Mingyu two months ago when he mentioned your name during a conversation,” he stated. He pulled away from your hug, grabbing your waist to pull you on top of his lap. You straddled him, leaning the side of your head against his chest.

“Are you willing to take me back y/n?”

“Just make sure to ask me to be yours this time around, Jeon Wonwoo.”

He grinned at your words, “I love you so much.”

[rogue-durin-16]

LIFE-SAVING SHARPIE

Summary: Despite being a muggle, Y/n's mother was an expert in divination. She tried to teach Y/n, who saw it as a mere muggle game. But, oh, what a powerful weapon a muggle game can become in the hands of the right witch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst (w/ a good ending)

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, death(ish)

A/N: I'm not saying I'm incapable of writing an angsty ending for a Fred Weasley story, but I'd rather not do that, so here comes a stupid story that occurred to me this morning, enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Y/l/n!" I sighed. "Is it true?"

"Your mom is into divination?" George question made me throw my head back in desperation as both twins made their way through the Great Hall to meet me.

I knew that day would be a bumpy one the moment we entered in the Divination classroom. The fact that a muggleborn aced a new subject since class one was strange.

I knew I would have to give some explanation to my friends after. Ron was particularly shocked by the fact that my muggle mother had taught me —against my will, may I say— lots of Divination-related things. I knew Ron, being Ron, would surely tell every soul that would listen about his discovery, but I had hoped for him to wait until the third period at least.

"Secrets spread like wildfire here." I said.

"Are you secretly a soothsayer?"

"Yes, Fred. You see, I have the Sight." I ironically stated, and, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get closer to the boy I fancied, I added "Want me to read your palm?"

They shared an amused look, fully aware that I was joking. Even in the Wizarding World, divination wasn't something to believe in.

There were supposed to be people able to see the future, such as professor Trelawney, but no student had seen her predict a thing, so she wasn't the best example.

George was the first one to sit down. "Predict my future, oh, you who were gifted with the Sight." I snorted as he laid his palm before my eyes.

I picked his hand on mines, "Hmm..." Fred hovering over my form from behind wasn't ideal for me to concentrate. "Okay so..." I felt one of his hands toying with the clasp of my necklace, brushing my nape. "Will you stop touching my necklace and sit down?" I demanded.

"Yeah Fred, sit down." George reprimanded his brother. "She's trying to see my future." I heard Fred chuntering before he plopped down on my other side, leaning on a tad too close for my liking. "Alright, fortuneteller, is there a love line?"

Of course he would ask about that. "Let's see..." I traced said line, unable to remember to the T what my mom had tried to teach me. "So, the heart line is arched... Which means..."

"That you can't tell a thing?" I slapped Fred's arm.

"Which means he's balanced." I corrected him. "You're able to realize when you need to take care of yourself, and when you should let a someone in." George seemed invested. "You'll have just one serious partner, but they'll be the right one."

"Well, that doesn't sound half bad, huh?" He looked at me with a content smile.

"My turn." Fred spoke, smacking his brother's hand away and replacing it with his left one. "The line of life or whatever." He scooted a bit closer and I felt my heartbeat pick up. "What's my fate?"

"Are you left-handed, Fred?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised, already knowing the answer. "I need your dominant hand." Oh well, that came out wrong.

"Straightforward, are we?" George snorted at his brother's remark as he exchanged hands, turning to straddle the bench to be more comfortable. "Alright, what do you see?" He had leaned on to the point where he only needed to tilt his head down a couple of inches to rest it on my shoulder.

"A hand." I deadpanned, which earned a playful push from him. "Okay, okay— I see..." A puzzled frown took over my gaze. "Wait—" I turned to George. "gimme your hand."

"What?" Fred questioned, shifting his position ever so slightly.

"Uhm..." The frown grew bigger, and I had to remind myself what I was doing was a joke. "You... don't have a lifeline?" I dubiously informed. "I mean— it sorta... Starts? but then it fades away." I widened my eyes and froze, remembering what that meant.

I saw Fred tilting his head slightly. "Is it so bad that you won't tell me what it means?" He asked jokingly in order to lighten my distraught mood.

"It— well, it means that you'll die at a young age." My eyes met his and, despite the amused smile that always danced on his lips, fear slipped out of his orbs now, too.

"Wait what?" George propped himself on his forearms to see his brother's palm. "Can't be. Check mine?"

"I just did, you git." George wasn't even smiling. Maybe he did believe it. "Yours is fine."

The three of us stayed in silence for an instant. Even if none of us believed in divination, the fact that Fred had no lifeline was rather unsettling.

"It's fine." I cleared my throat, turning to my bag and leaving Fred's hand over the table on the process. "Apart from seeing the future, I can fix lifelines." They looked at each other when they saw me grab a sharpie. "Don't move." I demanded, holding down Fred's right hand before tracing a black line where the lifeline was supposed to be. "There. A long, healthy life."

When I looked back at the twins' faces, I saw them ready to laugh. Distress had already left them, and that helped my own evaporate.

"Merlin, Y/n!" Fred dramatically exclaimed. "You've just saved my life!"

"She sure did." George agreed, patting my back.

"Now go and tell Ron to shut up." I didn't want to imagine what would happen if people started to believe I could actually predict their future; the twins were sceptic and even they had somehow fallen for it.

I was so focused on George getting up that I didn't even notice Fred's hand flipping and wrapping around mine.

A soft kiss was placed on my cheek and I felt my face heating up even before meeting Fred's proud grin. "Figured I'd give my savior something in repay." His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips for a second; it's just my imagination, I thought, unaware of Fred's thumb caressing the back of my hand until he removed it in order to stand up.

Four Years Later

FRED'S P. O. V.

One second I was laughing at Percy's joke, and the next one everything was black; not only visually, everything was pitch black in every fucking sense.

I heard nothing, I couldn't touch anything, my voice was gone.

My mind was completely blank, until a thought slipped in my brain: 'you'll die at a young age'.

My head was spiralling now. I was dead. That's what death felt like? Nothing?

Y/n's words kept going on and on, frying my brain. How ironic it was that the voice I would have forever in my mind belonged to the girl I had been in love with since I was fourteen, and the words were what we thought to be her silly prediction.

I had no idea how long it had been, but suddenly I felt it; a tear running down my cheek. A flaming hot tear, burning its way off my face. Then I felt something else, some sort of rope wrapping tight around my right hand and wrist, so tight that it made my pulse speed up.

My pulse.

It dawned on me that my heart was beating fast against my chest. It was beating.

I needed to breathe.

"FRED!" Someone forced my eyes open; It was Percy. I couldn't see him right away because the lights were blinding to my eyes, but I recognised his voice. "FRED SAY SOMETHING!"

"Y/n..." I couldn't hear my own voice, but I felt her name going through my vocal cords.

"HE'S ALIVE!" Ron cried. "you're alive-" my sight was blurry but I could pick out my younger brother's crown in front of me as he sobbed over my chest.

"We gotta get him out of here right now!!" Of course it was Hermione who got everyone moving. As both my brothers managed to pick me up, I felt my eyes closing once more. Not even the fear of not waking up again stopped me from passing out.

READER'S P. O. V.

I had volunteered as Healer to help Madam Pomfrey during the Battle, that's why it was me who received two Weasleys practically dragging a third one into the improvised infirmary.

I recognised him from his jacket. "Fred..." At first I thought it was his corpse, that's how bad he looked.

"Y/N!!" It was only when Fred seemed to tilt his head up due to Ron's cry that I reacted, rushing to help them. "Keep him alive!" I only nodded, taking Ron's place as he took off.

With one of his arms over my shoulders and the other over his brother's, we managed to carry him to one of the stretchers; his painful weak groans went directly into my ear as we moved him, triggering the tears I was holding to fall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

"—alive, somehow." Y/n's voice, though it sounded far away, let me know she was close. "No, don't wake him up."

"Listen, you gotta get him to St. Mungo." It seemed George the one talking, but his voice was too shaky to tell. "in an hour this is gonna get really ugly, I want him out."

"George, we're besieged." Her tone was hopeless.

"Look at him, You said it— It's a bloody miracle he's still breathing." my brother's voice shattered; all I wanted was to get up, hug him and say I was okay, but I felt my brain spinning once more. "Bill and I will escort you out of the castle so..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time I opened my eyes, terror inundated me; everything was dark again. I gasped for air and propped myself up, instantly regretting it. A stabbing pain attacked every part of my body, triggering a shocked cry out of me.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n whisper-shouted, before placing both her hands over my chest to push me back to the bed again. "Are you mental?" Her fingertips moved out of the way a bandage that covered my eyes. "Oi, listen," when she noticed my shaky hands desperately trying to reach my face, she took them in hers. "You're safe."

I tried to say something —anything—, but my throat was sore, and the only thing that was able to leave it was her name.

"Shhh." She hushed me, letting one of her hands travel to my face. "You have to rest." I would have sworn she was crying, but I couldn't tell. "Everything'll get better." Her thumb stroking my cheek was the most soothing thing I had ever felt, so it wasn't difficult for me to close my eyes, this time willingly, though I was equally scared. "I'll stay by your side." The reassuring squeeze her hand gave me, made me aware that she had noticed my fear.

Before drifting off, I felt Y/n's lips placing a chaste kiss on my forehead, making my heart hammer against my chest.

I was still alive.

A Month Later

READER'S P. O. V.

It was Ron who sent me an owl the moment Fred finally got out of the hospital. He informed me that, instead of going to the Burrow to rest a few days—as planned—, ha had gone straight to the shop.

That's how I found myself the next morning inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, which was not-so-surprisingly full of people again.

Due to the huge amount of customers, it was relatively difficult for me to spot the twins.

Apparently, I turned out to be easy to spot.

"Y/n!" I turned in the stairs' direction to be met with a very enthusiastic George who, before I could even greet him, engulfed me in a hug.

"I see you can't catch a break." I observed, pulling away with a big smile on my face. That place really made the trick to bring joy to everyone.

"You can't imagine." He replied, his gaze wandering around before pulling my hand. "Oi, Fred! Look who dropped by!" He shouted over the hubbub, leading me to the till counter, behind which I saw the reason why I had come in the first place.

Just as Fred's eyes noticed me, he attempted to rush out of the till. I left George's side as soon as I realized that he, in fact, couldn't really rush out.

"Merlin's beard!" Despite he had just had to grip the counter in order not to fall, he tried again. "Take it easy, will you?" I scolded him, steadying him by his forearms and helping him step back to rest against the till. "Do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"If you're the one taking care of me, I wouldn't complain." The first time his eyes fell on my lips, I missed it because I was still securing him. The second time it was impossible to miss. "You know? Your sharpie saved my life."

I snorted at his nonsensical words. "You're delirious, Weasley." My hands finally left his forearms, just to be picked up on his. "Still suffering from the concussion?" I joked, trying to deviate my own attention from my fast heartbeat.

Another glance at my lips.

"I should get going." George spoke behind me.

"I was going to visit you tomorrow." Fred stated, his gaze now focused on my eyes.

"Sorry to break it to you, love," I pointed out, motioning at him with our hands still held. "But you can barely walk."

"Yeah, but I needed to see you." He looked somehow sheepish; I doubted I had ever seen him like that before. "I'm gonna be as clear and concise as possible—" He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at me. "I'm pretty much in love with you." I didn't know my eye could go as wide as they went. "Thing's I've known for a good couple of years now." He shrugged. "Telling you scared me, but then this happened." He gestured at himself. "And now not being able to tell you scares me even more." His eyes scanned me before looking around. "This wasn't the ideal place to tell you, but I didn't want to wait any longer."

I gulped, trying to process it as fast as possible.

"For Godric's sake, Y/n," he gently tugged my hand. "Say something, please." Fear started to take over him, even if he tried to keep it at bay. "It's alright if you don't feel the same, we can still be friends, I promise—"

"How do I kiss you without hurting you?" I questioned, already feeling the heat on my cheeks.

I could tell by his face that, out of everything I could have said, he was not expecting the answer I had given him. "Ever the caring one." He let go of my hands to cup my cheeks. "Just kiss me," he sounded so happy, it was contagious. "I'll deal with the pain later."

I listened to him and, holding onto his blazer, stood on my tiptoes and crashed my lips against his— only because I had been wanting to kiss him for too fucking long.

I got lost in the kiss and my brain completely dismissed that an entire wall had collapsed over the boy before me just a month ago; my hands went up to his neck, pulling him closer and, consequently, earning a painful groan from him.

"Shit! sorry." I was quick to let go, suddenly very aware of our surroundings, too.

He just shook his head and pulled my back to him, this time by my hips. "I said I'll deal with it later." He spoke against my lips before going in for a second kiss.

I was more gentle now, careful not to cause him too much pain.

To our dismay, we were interrupted.

"You said love confession!" George snapped us out of it; this time the groan Fred let out was from annoyance. "not snogging session in front of our customers! Get to work!"

He huffed, unwillingly separating from me. "If you stick around until lunch time, we can resume this."

I pretended to think about it. "I guess I can find something to do until then." My smile was as wide as his, and it grew wider when he pulled my into a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. "I love you too, by the way."

His laugh reverberated on his chest. "Good to know."

"Freddie! Now!" This time it was me who groaned at George's demands.

"Help me out, love." Fred requested, pulling away from me so I could help him move behind the till counter. "See you in a couple of hours?" I nodded, pecking his cheeks and walking away from the shop.

It was when I started to walk down the Diagon Alley that it clicked.

His lifeline.

The sharpie.

"OH MY FUCK—"

[extremelyblackandwhite]

dress

pairing: sheriff lee bodecker x younger! reader

warnings: cheating, smut, age gap, angst, blackmailing 

a/n: the reader is at least 10 years younger than lee. if that upsets you, please don’t read this work. additionally, i based reader’s 60′s style mostly out of  that oufit margot robbie wore for once upon a time in hollywood and megan from mad men, you can see my inspiration outfits here [x] [x] hope you enjoy it xx

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try and if I get burned, at least we were electrified. I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk. Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about all of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you ...

The rain fell harshly and unkindly on the pavement for the fifth day in a row, the sun having forsaken the forgotten hellish town that was Knockemstiff, Ohio. Few could say the name and ever fewer dared to enter the town. Even God’s afraid of it, his mother would tell him after nursing what felt like another one of her endless bottles of liquor. It was a haunted town, not a lot left and those who did never crossed paths with it again. Murder and crime were all time highs but not even the government dared to come in and try to to anything which meant any police force in the town were like gods, deciding who lived and who didn’t. One of those god-like men was Lee Bodecker, however he preferred you called him Sheriff Lee Bodecker.  He was a chubby man in his early thirties, tall but the beer belly made him hunch making him look shorter than he was. He had once been the envy of the town, one of the most handsome men of the town but years of living in Knockemstiff wear down everyone. His own poison had been alcohol which had ended up with him in therapy with his wife and with a therapist who had told him to curb the craving of alcohol with sweets instead. It had little to nothing as he still drank like his life depended on it and tonight was no different from other nights. He took off his hat as he entered the local bar in town, the only bar in town, and everyone looked his way, silence installing the ever noisy bar. He liked it, Lee liked it. He knew he was not the handsome one, in fact his look made him quite funny so he made himself scary. Lee made sure that everyone who looked his way, heard his voice or saw his shadow was afraid of him. It definitely worked as once he sat on the bar stool, there was already a glass with 5 fingers of his favourite drink. 

Everything was silence except for the mumbling of men discussing their days until suddenly the mumbling was no longer about the hell that was living in Knockemstiff. He turned around in his chair and understood why the men were suddenly so interested. There she was, dressed in a high neck black shirt which stood over a white skirt. Matching go go boots left her legs bare, something women in Knockemstiff did not do, still stuck in decades of last. She wasn’t from around and everyone knew it merely by the way she dressed but Sheriff Bodecker knew different. Men watched like dogs as she made her way to the bar, to his side. 

     - Y/N. - he greeted her. - What are you doing here? Trying to disrupt the town?

     - My grandmother died.

     - I heard. My condolences.

     - She left me all of what was hers including the house so I’m here to sell it. 

     - The one in Brewer Heights? - she nodded. - Tis a nice house, but I don’t think anyone here would have enough to buy it.

     - I’ll decide that. - she held the glass the bartender in between her hands, her eyes roaming over to his hands were his wedding ring had started to become tight around his finger. - Still with Jane?

     - Why wouldn’t I be? - he cocked an eyebrow at her. - What are you doing here, Y/N?

    - I told you, I’m here to sell ...

    - No. - he interrupted. - Why are you here, at the bar? What do you want?

    - Nothing ...  I see you’re not in the mood to help me anyways. - she got up from the stool she had sat on, straightening her skirt as her feet hit the floor. - Good evening, Sheriff Bodecker. 

He was sat, watching her leave but also giving an aura to the men who too watched the modern girl exit the building not to get any ideas. Lee knew these men, they were like dogs and once a suitable amount of time passed, he took to returning to his cruiser and follow her. How could he trust this town with her, an outsider? Y/N had been brought up in Knockemstiff, the daughter of store owners who had both been killed in an assault gone wrong. After that, she was ushered to live with her grandmother, the last of socialites in Knockemstiff. Rumours said her grandmother had moved from New York to wed with a penniless man already expecting once she wore her wedding gown. Rumours or not, she still held much more money than anyone in the town together and she wasted not a cent in her granddaughter’s education, moving to a more upscale house in Brewer Heights once she got her under her care. She was always the one with everything and Lee remembered seeing her while still an officer driving around a brand new glossy red car, hair loose through the wind. In all honesty, he thought her never too leave town but as she reached her tender 21st year of life, she left leaving everything behind. 

He parked outside her grandmother’s home, stopping just a bit away from it looking at the house that was so eerily sketched in his mind. He leaned against his seat watching Brewer Heights, the place he so wanted to have lived in his youth. Of course he now owned a place there too but it was faint, fickle. If he were to not be sheriff anymore all would shatter. He would do everything he could to keep his position. He deserved it, he deserved it more than any damned soul on this planet. A knock on the glass removed him from his mind state as he looked the way of his window to see her. 

     - Can I come in? - she asked, eyes lingering on the passenger seat. He stretched over to the side, opening the door for her but not exiting the car. She entered, closing the door as she sat on the seat. - I’ve always hated when you were mad at me. 

     - I’m not mad.

     - You have no reason to be. I know what you’re mad about and it’s your own fault, you know that.

     - Is it my fault you left? - his hands tightened against the wheel of his cruiser, anger coursing through his veins. Lee never liked to hear the truth.

    - She knew, Lee and she was right ... If anyone knew, if the town knew I would’ve been ruined and I didn’t deserve that. You must understand I didn’t deserve that. 

    - I didn’t deserve you leaving without saying a fucking thing now did I, darl’?

    - You were married. - she almost spat the words in his face. - You are married, Lee. Now you can be mad at me all you want, you can hate me for all I give a damn but I was not gonna destroy myself for your happiness, and I will certainly not allow you to destroy yourself for lust. 

    - Y/N ...

    - I don’t need your help anymore and I would enjoy it if you parked your cruiser away from my house. I wouldn’t want any rumours about your infidelities to resurface. - she exited the car and climbed the small incline of grass up to her home. Lee still remembered seeing her in a little white dresses her grandmother would buy for her, climbing that incline while holding the fabric so it wouldn’t fly up. She seemed to have gotten the hang of it.

Lee had met Y/N when she volunteered at the station back when he was still a patrol officer. She did the duties of every single secretary plus cleaning which was what she had volunteered for. It’ll be good for my university application, she told him when Lee asked what she was doing there. She started at 17 and remained there until she was 18 and ready to leave and become something other than a Knockemstiff resident. However, her mother having sudden heart attack ruined her plans and she decided to stay to take care of her. Lee didn’t see her for two whole years until she was 20 years old and he spotted her at the supermarket getting an earful from Mr. Collins about dropping a bottle of olive oil while trying to reach something from the higher shelf. Lee didn’t like it, he didn’t like Mr. Collins berating her for a simple mistake so he stepped in. He remembered her thanking him before reintroducing herself to him. 

He wasn’t one to be swayed by women, he’d married his Jane when he was fresh out of high school and while his relationship was more than stale, he had his mind on work and alcohol. Sure he could’ve divorced, found someone else but he wasn’t the teenager he used to be anymore, he was hardly someone who women would be attracted to besides a single man for a Sheriff? That surely wasn’t gonna happen. Yet, he couldn’t help but be entranced by her, fresh into adulthood with a mind full of ideas about what she wanted to do. He didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean to start a relationship with her, to start an affair yet he couldn’t say he regret it. He didn’t regret the nights where she’d meet him in the woods, covered by a black trench coat. He could still feel his, his hands against her back, feeling the fabric of her undergarments as the windows fogged. 

Y/N was upset. Her friends had told her she better not expect the man who she had left without any notice to help her but she was upset. What choice did she have? After her grandmother heard about it, it would’ve taken no time for everyone in town to hear about it and she would’ve been a disgrace and Lee would’ve certain not become Sheriff. Nevertheless she was upset. Instead, she asked an old friend from school, Billy. It was no surprise he was here, nobody left, nobody ever left. She had left but yet here she was once again, 4 years later wondering about an affair which shouldn’t have happened. Her grandmother had berated her for ages “you don’t sleep with a married man” and of course she knew she shouldn’t yet she had. She didn’t know better. 

She had boxes and boxes packed with whatever it was left of the house, photo books, clothing, bedding, all of it packed. Once she got to New York she could sort through it but right now all she wanted to was leave. Her friends even offered to come over and do it for her but the damned lawyer said it had to be her. In the morning she waited for Billy in the steps of her home, dressed in one of her old 50′s fashioned white dress, a far cry from the mini skirts she used at home and off he came in the exact same car he had when they were both teens. 

   - Y/N, look at you. - he walked off the car. - You look gorgeous, darl’. 

   - Thank you, Billy. - she scratched the back of her head. - Uhm it’s only 5 big boxes. I’ll pay for the gas if you help me take them to post office. 

   - You’re not keeping the house?

   - And live in Knockemstiff? - she rolled her eyes, climbing up the stairs to grab the boxes from the front of the door. The boy helped her pack the car before the two hopped onto the car. - So, how’s the town been?

   - Nothing changes. Mr. Collins died, no one was upset about it and that Bodecker guy became Sheriff. - he light up a cigarette as he turned on the engine. - It’s still as boring as its been and people mostly gossip around the same old gossip.

   - What’s new in gossip?

   - Eleanor still says you and Bodecker were fucking. - he chuckled. - As if ... I mean, look at you, you were prom queen and he’s a fat bastard. 

    - You should watch your mouth, Billy. He’s the sheriff. 

    - Because he bought it. - he shrugged. - Dad says he’s pretty much doing everyone’s dirty work. I mean his sister and her husband disappeared and were found dead. 

    -  I don’t really care for that type of gossip. - she leaned against the seat, watching the trees pass by. It wasn’t that she and Billy were good friends but she needed help and she’d rather die than go beg Lee to help her out. She had tried and it’d failed. Besides what was the worse that could happen?

The worse that could happen became very clear as instead of driving into town he took a left into the woods. She rose her head from the seat as all the ways one could reach town rushed through her mind. This definitely wasn’t one of them, it was hard to even get to the town through the woods. She knew that because, well ... it was where she would meet Lee to ensure no one from town found them. The car came to a stop and Billy got off the car. Maybe he just needed to pee or to get some air. She waited til he was on his back to open the car door and start running but he rushed after her, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the ground before standing over her, hands holding her wrists above her head.

   - Billy, what are you doing? - stay calm, that was what they always taught her, stay calm. 

   - Come on, Y/N. They always wanted us to be together in high school, remember? 

   - I don’t know what you’re talking about. Billy, calm down. 

   - You fucking calm down. I know you want me too, Y/N. You called me, you need my help, darl’. I can make you feel so damn good ... - his mouth lowered down and she started to trash around, trying to get rid of him. 

   - Stop, please stop. - she looked up at the sky, the morning sun barely up as she recalled why you don’t come back to Knockemstiff. You don’t get back because you get stuck. As she convinced herself there was nothing the do, a short was heard through the air. 

  - What the heck are you doing William? - she recognised the voice. She had never been more grateful for that voice. Billy jumped over to his feet.

   - Sheriff ... me and Y/N were just having a bit of fun ... You know, you understand, right?

   - Y/N ... - he looked her way. - What were you doing?

   - It was against my will, Sheriff. - she climbed onto her feet, leaning against a tree at a healthy distance from him.

  - Get the fuck out of here. - the young boy in his mid 20′s rushed out like a child afraid of the dark, forgetting his car and everything he had left behind. Y/N watched him running, tripping onto his legs as Lee fired a warning shot in the air. If this was NY, there would be someone here already but this was Knockemstiff and gun shots were as usual as rain during winter.

He smirked, happy to have once again imposed the authority he so much treasured. Lee never liked Billy, he never liked when he’d drive Y/N home from school even when she was volunteering at the police station. That boy was no good news and always looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Lee still remembered the old Sheriff telling her that boy was no good and looking at her now, dressed in one of her white dresses stained in dirty and green grass stains, he guessed he was right. 

  - Billy, Y/N? Don’t you have other friends?

  - Billy’s the only one with a car. - Y/N mumbled as she grabbed his keys from the floor to take her stuff off his car before he could return. - Thank you but I had it under control.

  - ‘Course you did. - he put his hands on his waist. - Come on, I’ll drive you to wherever you want to go.

  - I don’t want any favours from you, Sheriff Bodecker. - she held her boxes against her chest. Well, if she started now maybe she could be at the post office with all the boxes at nighttime. - That’ll be all.

  - Y/N, come on. I’m a public server so let me help you.

  - I don’t want your help. - she almost barked at him, taking another box from Billy’s car. Maybe she could drive the car, yet again she knew the captain particularly liked Billy and could fine her if 

  - Fine, can you tell me what you’re doing at least?

  - I’m shipping these boxes to New York. I don’t have time to completely go through them so ...

  - Put them in the cruiser. I’ll take them to the post office and take you home. 

  - I don’t want any favours.

  - It’s not for you, it’s for your grandmother. Now get into the car, please. - he opened the door to her.

Y/N huffed. The last thing she needed was a favour from Lee Bodecker yet in all honesty she had no other choice. She packed her boxes into the truck of his cruiser and sat on the passenger seat, arms crossed as he sat in the driver’s seat. Her mind played tricks on her, reminding her of what they used to do in that driver’s seat of his back when she was younger and full of ideas for the future. She shouldn’t have done it and she knew it, Jane Bodecker wasn’t the best woman but she didn’t deserve having her husband sneaking around with a 20 year old despite her herself having had her fair share of affairs. Not that Lee knew and she wasn’t gonna be the one to tell him about the time she was working late in the station and saw his wife getting busy with a new patrol. She didn’t have that right, after all he was doing the same to her. She shouldn’t have done it, nevertheless. Her grandmother died ashamed of her and now she had to deal with it. 

   - Billy said Sandy died. Is it true? 

   - Yeah, last year.

   - Oh ... I’m sorry, I didn’t know. 

   - She had it coming. That weird husband of hers ended up driving her off the edge. That Arvin kid shot them yet I can’t say they hadn’t it coming ... She was still my baby sister. 

   - I’m sorry, Lee. I’m so sorry ...  - she looked down at her skirt. 

   - Almost got me too ... stupid kid. - he shrugged. - Good thing I was fat enough to stop the bullet, I guess.

   - Well, I’m sorry about Sandy. - she said as she saw her house become clearer through the window. He stopped in front of her home, unlocking the doors so she could walk out. 

Y/N walked out before she could do something stupid. Whatever she did, whatever he had, whenever they were together she always ended up doing something stupid. She sat in the empty house of her childhood, only now containing furniture. She could remember it so well from her years as a child running up and down the stairs, not knowing what awaited her outside the world. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to owe anything to Lee. She knew who he had to answer softly too, she knew those men Billy spoke about. They always ran for Sheriff ever since she was a kid. 

She looked at the clock on the wall, 3PM. She knew exactly where those men would be at that time and so she changed and took her way downtown. Everyone turned their head as she walked into the badly light, old bar in tones of musky green which greatly contrasted with her baby blue short dress. The town had gotten stuck in the 40′s and 50′s, women barely showing their legs or any skin and there she was, a woman born and raised in Knockemstiff dressed like a movie star. The table of three men clearly noticed, the under-sheriff, the division chief and the captain. She stood in front of the round table, taking her sunglasses and setting them on top of her head, a nice, covergirl smile on her pink painted lips. You can get the girl out of Knockemstiff but you can’t get Knockemstiff out of the girl.

    - Hello boys. You mind if I seat with you? - she put her hand on one of the chairs. 

    - Hey, you’re Elizabeth’s granddaughter aren’t you? - Frank, the under-sheriff asked, pulling the chair for her. - I thought you were in New York.

    - I was but I just came here because of my grandma’s inheritance, but I have something to discuss. 

Another night, another day of useless parading around for Lee. He’d pass by the post office and shipped Y/N’s boxes and that had been the highlight of his day. As per usual, he made his way to the bar only to found the environment was slightly different. He knew this town like the back of his hand, anything off always rang alarm bells. As the bartender placed his usual poison in front of him, he decided to get to the bottom of the situation. 

   - Why’s everything so quiet?

   - I don’t know, Sheriff. - the man replied while cleaning glasses. - Elizabeth’s girl was here and I don’t know what she did but Frank, Jonah and Fitzwilliam left as if she were the devil.

Fucking hell. He drowned the last of his drink before grabbing his hat and entering his cruise. Damned Y/N, she used to be such a nice girl before leaving to New York. God, the only complaint he ever got about her was when the mayor complained about her wanting to run a march. He drove to her home like a mad man. What was she doing messing around with those three? He’d seen them do worse things for much less. Lee climbed the grass patch up to her door, knocking on it as if his life depended on it. 

   - Y/N, open up. Right now. - he thumped the door again. - I’ll break in if you don’t answer it!

   - Jesus. - the door opened up to Y/N dressed in what he was almost entirely sure was the shortest dress he had ever seen a woman wear. She stood against the door, hand on the wood while the other on her waist as he entered her home. 

   - Took you long enough. - he stepped into the home which he had never dared to step in.

   - I was upstairs. - she closed the door, locking it behind her for good safety. No one can be trusted in this godforsaken town. - What do you want?

Lee walked further into the house ignoring her question as he shut all the windows of the ground floor, anything that could allow anyone to look inside the house. Last thing he needed was for anyone to see inside the home and start any rumours. Stupid bastards. Y/N followed him around asking the same damn question anytime he shut any window and pulled any drapes down. 

   - Stop touching my stuff. - she put herself in front of him. - What do you want, Lee?

   - What do I want? - he sat against the couch, sighing. - What the fuck did you do, Y/N? Why were you at the bar?

   - I didn’t do anything. - she batted her eyes innocently. 

   - Y/N, I have another election coming up soon. I’ll ask again, what did you do at the bar?

   - It’s none of your business. 

   - Y/N, I’ve seen those men kill for less so you tell me now what you did. 

   - Stop ordering me around. - she rolled her eyes at him. - I don’t like owing anyone so now we’re even.

   - We’re even? - he pitched the skin of his nose. - What the fuck, Y/N? 

   - You wanna know what I said? Would that make you feel better? Would that make you feel like you rule this damn town, Lee? - she looked down on him, almost teasing him. Had it been a few years ago she would’ve been under him already. - I helped you out.

   - Y/N ...

   - It’s not just you who was sleeping around with a younger girl. They were sleeping around with friends of mine. The only difference is I have evidence of it ... - she grabbed her purse from the hanger, taking a beige envelope from it and throwing it his way. Lee looked up to her and then to the envelope opening it to see various pictures of girls he knew in compromising positions with his opponents, letters, everything. - They don’t have anything on you because unlike my friends, I don’t keep souvenirs from my affairs. 

  - You blackmailed them? Are you stupid, Y/N? They are going to kill you.

  - Please. - she rolled her eyes at him. - My grandmother owned half this town, if I die everything goes to charity and this town falls apart. Besides, it’s not like I’m planning to stick around for longer. 

  - So what now? You had fun playing femme fatale? You’re bored, is that it?

  - I just won you an election without any competition, Lee. You could be nicer about it. 

  - I don’t need your help. 

  - I don’t need your help either. I was just repaying a favour. - she leaned against the wall. - You can go now. 

   - Did you need to wear that? - he pointed at the dress. - Couldn’t have struck blackmail dressed appropriately?

   - Do you not like my dress? - she looked down, hands grabbing the baby blue fabric as she expanded the flowey skirt. - You know, I bought it for you. I was planning on using it for birthday a few years ago but you know ... had to leave earlier.

   - You bought that dress for me? - he rose from the couch, walking up to her until he had her caged against the wall.

   - I bought it so you could take it off, actually. - Lee must’ve been hallucinating because he swore she was pouting.

She looked up at him with that look she used to give him after a long day at work when he needed something to unwind. Both of them had promised each other not to do anything else when she left, Y/N had told herself no more coming bak and Lee had decided to spend his life content what whatever shred of marriage he had. Yet, she was there in what looked more like lingerie than a dress and he was in uniform, both of them were never good at making good decisions, and this was Knockemstiff. Lee took the first move, leaning down to kiss her like his body dependent on it which in some way he did. She held onto his shoulder, flushing her body against his as his hands started trying to pull the dress away from her body. Baby blue fabric flowed to the ground as he picked her up, throwing her against the couch he had just been sat on. He stopped kissing her to look at her, to look at the body he still dreamed at night or whenever he shut his eyes. She could’ve been gone for 4 years but she sure never left his wildest fantasies. 

  - Lee, wait. - her hands stopped him from returning to kiss her. - Let me treat you, please.

  - Oh sugar, you don’t need to ask. - she got up, walking slowly past him, her matching baby blue undergarments much more racy than what she used to wear back in Knockemstiff. She pushed him against the couch, smirking as she went down on her knees. - What are you doing down there, sugar? It’s more than you can handle. 

  - Don’t worry, Sheriff. I’m a big girl. - her hands unbuckled the belt off his trousers, throwing it to the floor followed by his trousers. She peppered kisses over his thighs down to his knees and then to the edge of his underwear. Slowly, she peeled them away, making eye contact with him. The silent girl he had known before was definitely long gone and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Before he could make up his mind, she took him entirely inside inside her mouth. - Fuck, you look fucking flawless with my big cock in your mouth, sugar.

She smiled at his praise, moving her head up and down still at a painfully slow pace, his balls in her hands. Lee pushed his head back, groaning at her motions and thinking it could no get better until she started to move her head faster, his tip reaching the back of her throat, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Instead she moaned against him, the vibrations making him feel like he was on cloud 9. Fuck being sheriff, nothing made him quite higher than having the one who got away with his cock down her throat. He started twitching against her mouth, his hand grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her against his pelvis and starting to control her moves. She kept moaning against him, bringing him over the edge until he just couldn’t hold himself anymore. His grip loosened on her head as his muscles gave up on him.

Y/N got up from her kneeling position, thumb pushing whatever cum had spilled over into her mouth. That image alone made him harden up again like some horny teenage boy. She smiled at him, hands on his shoulders as she sat on his lap. 

   - What do you want me to do, Sheriff? - she batted her eyes at him, leaning down to kiss his ear lobe lowering down to his neck. 

  - You wanna ride my cock, sugar? - he hooked his hand on her nape, pushing her so she was looking at him. - You wanna make up to me for leaving me all alone?

  - Yes, Sheriff. - she lined up and slowly sunk down on him, both of them moaning. 

   - Come on, sugar. Show me what you can do. - she started riding him as if the devil had possessed her. He pushed her lips against his, a sloppy messy kiss which definitely was more lust than anything else as she moved up and down against him.  - Yeah, you like that don’t you, sugar? Tell me you like it, sugar. 

  - It feels so good, Lee. - she leaned against him, her hips still moving as he pulled her bra down, pinching her nipple. - Fuck.

  - You’re never gonna leave me again. - he started thrusting up, moving her from under him so she was laid across the couch. - Promis ... fuck ... promise me, sugar. Promise, you’re not gonna leave.

  - Lee ... - she moaned against the couch’s pillow as he speed up his pace, hands holding her hips and moving them against and away from him. 

  - You’re not gonna leave. - he groaned, feeling the way her walls milked him with such need. - You’re not gonna leave me, sugar. You’re not, right? You’re gonna stay.

   - Lee ... - she cried out before her mouth opened up in a perfect O, her orgasm washing over her. He didn’t take too long to cum, groaning like a wild animal as strings of white painted her walls. He slipped out of her, holding her before turning so she was standing on top of him. - Lee, I can’t stay. You know that, right? 

   - Why not? Things were good when you were around. 

   - I left for a reason, Lee. - she got up from him, grabbing her dress and quickly slipping it on. - And that reason still stands. 

   - Y/N, please listen ...

   - When I was 20 and we started this, I truly believed you were going to divorce your wife. You were going to divorce her and you were gonna marry me and ... and my grandma would’ve been upset but she would’ve learned to deal with it and then she would’ve taken me to the altar. I waited a year to see if I would ever become something other than a mistress and then the elections came around and I understood you were not gonna divorce Jane. You were going to be Sheriff and you’re still going to be Sheriff and maybe sometime Mayor. I’m not gonna be your mistress anymore, Lee.

  - Y/N ...

  - Please, leave. - she wiped whatever tears were threatening to fall off. Lee furrowed his brow, putting on his trousers before trying to approach her but she stopped him, arm raised firmly keeping distance. - Please, leave.

  - Y/N, c’mon. Let’s talk.

  - LEAVE! - she rose her tone at him. Lee wasn’t going to argue with her, it wasn’t his place to argue with her at her own house and so he left. Y/N stayed in the middle of her leaving room, arms crossed until she broke down crying.

She could almost hear her grandmother’s words “there’s no use crying about it” when she told her Lee was running for Sheriff. Funny how even after being dead, the old nag still was as right as she was four years ago. She wiped her tears with her hand and climbed the stairs up to her bedroom, sitting on the bare bed. It was going to be alright, tomorrow she’d be able to sign the rights over to the letting agency and could return to New York. Things were fine there, or at least she wasn’t sleeping with a married man there.

The sun didn’t raise up that morning, rain instead replaced it and so Y/N remained laid in bed watching the rain drop rush down the fogged up windows until a loud thumping on her door forced her to get up. She wrapped herself in her robe and went down the stairs to open the door. 

  - Good morning, miss. - she opened the door to her letting agent. - How are you?

  - I’m alright, Don. I’m sorry, I thought the open house was later. I’ll just get my stuff and leave.

  - No, it’s all right miss. I am just here to tell you that we’ve sold the house was above the price you were asking for.

  - Pardon me?

  - At least two times the asking price. It was such a good price, he had to take it. Paid upfront.

  - What really? Who?

  - He should be coming to see the place in an hour. - he said. - We’ll bring you the check later on. 

  - All right. Thank you Don.

That was good news at least she got to leave Knockemstiff before anything else happened. She didn’t know what had overcome her to decide to have sex with Lee. Pull yourself together Y/N, you’ve had four years to learn how to deal with it. It was fine, it was going to be fine. She packed whatever was left of her stuff into her small patched up luggage and put it by the door. She just needed to wait for Don to bring her check back and she could go on back to New York, where her mistakes only included putting coloured clothes with whites and then having pink clothes for the rest of her life. A knock on the door made that decision come much faster. Okay, Y/N. Get the check and go.

  - Lee? - she opened the door to see the least person she wanted to see. - Go away, I’m expecting someone.

  - I know. - he walked in as if the house was his. - You’re expecting me.

  - This is not funny, Lee. Don should be bringing my check anytime and the owner will be here in an hour.

  - Yeah, I’m sorry I’m early.

  - Pardon? - she rose her eyebrows at his statement. - What do you mean?

  - It’s my house now. I was thinking of upgrading, ya know? This house is the best one in Brewer Heights after all.

  - Are you fucking kidding me, Lee?! - she stood in front of him before he could walk further into her home. - You’re bringing your wife into my childhood home? YOU’RE BRINGING YOUR WIFE TO YOUR MISTRESS’S HOME?!

  - How many bedrooms is this house? They said they thought it was over five in the contract. 

  - You have a perfectly good house. Why do you want mine?

  - Mine is too small. Only one bedroom, I’d have no place to build a nursery.

  - A nursery? You and your wife are having a baby? In my childhood home ... how swell. 

  - You know I’m thinking about running for mayor. I mean, it’d look good if I had a family.

  - Good luck convincing Jane. - she gave him a cynical smile. 

  - I don’t have to convince Jane. I’d have to convince you. 

  - Me? Fuck off, Lee. I’m not having a baby for you and your wife. Fuck off. 

  - We’re a good team, Y/N. Besides, Jane is no longer in the picture.

  - Lee ... - she sighed. - Please.

  - You see, my wife isn’t as good as me at keeping her infidelities casual. The other candidates have caught wind of it ... I need someone who’s almost as good at blackmail as me.

  - I’m better at blackmail than you. - she crossed her arms at him.

  - So what do you say, sugar? Want to be the sheriff’s wife?

  - Do you promise I’ll get to be the mayor’s wife someday? 

  - With you on my team, I think you’re gonna be the mayor’s wife sooner than you think.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Broken flowers.

The lovely @ben-c-group-therapy who asked for this: 

<Hello, me again. I’d love to request some angst with a fluffy end. Miguel or Nick where reader is due to marry another man. The man and reader are at the alter and he just says he can’t marry her and leaves her there. He hadn’t given any clue he would do this. No cold feet. You stand shocked before leaving quickly. So Miguel or Nick was in the audience and they come to find you. Fluff. Comfort. Eventual sparks?? Idk. I can’t get the idea out of my head lol. Thanks so much!>

I decided to do Miguel for you this time. I really hope this is what you were looking for, I really enjoyed writing this. I love Miguel’s soft side when it comes out to play so I tapped into that and slight Sex and City movie vibes.

Warnings: Being left at the aisle angst with a fluffy happy ending. Very very light swearing.

WC: 2227 

Enjoy x

You had never been this excited in your life as you were when your dad walked you down the aisle to Alex. You had both picked the Santo Padre country club for your wedding and reception. Everything looked better than what you had imagined it to be. Your eyes were set on Alex from the moment the doors opened stepping through them, but he didn’t look happy so you just put it down to him being nervous. As you got to the front seats you stopped waiting for your mum to stand up taking your other arm to walk you to the alter. Your eyes caught your best friends over your mum’s head, who was sitting next to her, a tear running down his cheek, Miguel mouthed “You look beautiful” and you gave him a wink back.  

The ceremony had run smoothly up until the vows when the priest asked Alex to take your hands and to repeat after him, when you heard him mutter “I can’t”. You looked at the priest who was shocked at his reaction and you squeezed Alex’s arm with your free hand stepping a little closer,

“Babe it’s ok, you’re nervous”

“Y/N, I can’t. I’ am sorry. I can’t”

Your heart shattered when he pulled away from you and he walked out of the chapel leaving you standing there alone, your flowers dropped out of your hand landing on the floor breaking off the stems scattering around the bottom of your dress. No one knew what to do or what to say to you, but you heard the whispering that was getting louder and louder.

Tears welled in your eyes and you just ran. You felt Miguel grab your arm, but you pulled away from his grip and ran straight out the side door. You ran and ran till you got to the edge of the grounds to a man-made lake with a fountain in the middle, you dropped down under a tree in the grass and you sobbed till your whole body was shaking, letting out a loud scream.

Miguel had rage bolting through him at what had just happened to you. You guys had been best friends since high school. You had grown closer and closer over the years, being close with Emily when he got married and you had been there for him when he got divorced. You were one of the only people that never shied away from him, even when he took over the family business, knowing what he was, what he had become and what he did. Other than his mother, you were the most important woman in his life.

You were both brutally honest with each other telling each other everything, other than talking about the Galindo business dealings that you wanted to know nothing about and he knew what you thought about him taking over the business because he was so much better than a Cartel Boss, which weirdly made you closer. His family business never changed your friendship with him and you had inside joke’s when he went over the border and about his yellow rain coat that you had heard rumours about. If either of you were unbalanced or needed someone to tell you to get your shit together, you went to each other.

If you hadn’t felt the way you did about how Miguel delt with things, he would have had Alex in his church pew and would have been in his yellow rain coat making him pay for what he had done to you. Miguel got Marcus to take your parent’s home and stay with them in case they needed anything, Nestor got everyone out and on their way, Paco went to grab all your things from the hotel room you were meant to be staying in that night and then went to get your luggage from your apartment to take it all to his place and he sorted out the reception.

After he spoke to the manger coming to an agreement, he grabbed a chilled bottle of wine that was sitting on one of the tables and started to walk around the grounds looking for you. It wasn’t long before he saw you and his heart broke at you sitting there alone with your dress fanned around you and your shoulders slouched over.

You were looking out over the lake, the sun setting slowly and you tried to work everything out in your head. You didn’t know what happened or why Alex did what he did. As far as you knew everything was fine, he was excited to marry you and start a family. You had both decided that you would stay in your own apartment the week leading to the wedding and move the rest of your things over to his house once you were back from your four-week honeymoon, split between Cabo and Cancun. You had heard from him every night that week so, you were confused at what had happened not being able to put a finger on why.

You were pulled out of your chain of thought when you heard footsteps in the grass, but you didn’t turn around till you heard his voice and he sat down right next to you,

“Mi alma”

You looked over at him, a soft sweet smile on his face and he handed you the bottle of wine after opening it for you. You looked into his eyes for a moment, tears running out of yours and his filled with tears. Miguel put his hand on the back of your head pulling you towards him kissing your forehead. You both sat there, passing the wine bottle between each other watching the sun disappear, the warm wind hitting both of your skins,

“Didn’t see that coming” you muttered taking a sip from the bottle.

“He showed no sign he was going to call it off?”

“No. He told me last night he couldn’t wait to marry me. What a fucking joke” you took another sip of wine.

“Want the rain coat?” Miguel looked down at you with a grin. It was the first time since what happened that you had smiled and had a little giggle. You lent into him, Miguel’s arm going around you, rubbing his big warm hand up and down your arm and you rested your head on his shoulder “Today shouldn’t have happened Y/N, he’s an asshole. You deserve to be treated like a queen” he lent his head on top of  yours and you sighed into him.

“I have to cancel the honeymoon and the flights. Can I use your phone?”

“No” Miguel sat up away from you and you frowned your brows at him “You’re going on that trip; you have been looking forward to it. I’ll change his ticket into my name. We’re going and we’ll have a great time”

“What would I do without you?” you lent over kissing his cheek “Can I have your jacket?”

“Of course”

Miguel shrugged it off handing it to you. You reached behind yourself tugging down the zipper of your dress. Miguel reached over pulling it down the rest of the way, his breathing hitching slightly when your dress fell open to your smooth skin. You pushed the top of your dress to your chest and took one arm out of the straps at a time. You put Miguel’s jacket on and you stood up, the dress fell off you pooling at your feet. You pulled his jacket around yourself and done up the buttons stepping out of the dress, his jacket on you like a short dress,

“You better get home and pack. Flights at 7 am” you smiled down at Miguel before you started to walk away.

“You’re going to leave your dress here? You loved that dress”

Miguel jumped up catching up to you, putting his arm around your neck,

“I don’t want the reminder Miguel, of what was meant to be. I’ am absolutely heart broken, but it’s done, we need to move on”

Eight weeks later

Miguel was surprised and proud at how well you handled the situation, he not handling his marriage break down anywhere near as coolly as you and when you found out the real reason why Alex did what he did, you went for run instead of breaking down. He never pushed you to talk about anything, he waited till you came to him to talk and he held you while you cried. Some night’s you walked into his room crying, he held you while you feel asleep, sleeping in his bed and other nights you were fine. He talked you into moving in with him so you weren’t by yourself and you had organised movers so that everything would be at Miguel’s when you got back.

It was the third week of the trip that you noticed a shift in Miguel and how he treated you, but you didn’t want to pay attention to it so you pushed it away trying not to think about it, but your feelings changed towards him as well. Since you had been back from the trip and getting on with life as best you could, it was getting to the point that you didn’t know if you should step over that line, if you said something and it was all in your head that would be years and years of trust and friendship broken, but you couldn’t live under the same roof with someone that you had feelings for, them not knowing.

When you had been getting messages from him during your day, you smiled at your screen and your tummy filled with butterflies. Miguel was excited to be coming home to you every day and his mind drifted to you most of his day, but the day he knew he had to say something was the day he came home and you were in the kitchen. He had seen you cook and bake too many times over the years to count and the apron you wore, he had bought it for you one Christmas.

When he walked in and the music hit his ear drums, he smiled to himself and walked around till you were in his eye sight. He saw the oven on, by the scent flowing through the house you were cooking your chicken pasta bake and you were leaning over a tray of cupcakes with a piping bag icing them. He smiled to himself and knew at that point he was falling in love with you. He watched on for a while, grinning at how natural it looked for you to be in his kitchen. You sensed that someone was watching you, looking up after you iced the last cupcake. You met Miguel’s eyes and you both grinned at each other, you both stood there starring till heat swept over you.

You reached behind yourself undoing the apron and sitting it on the counter. You started to walk towards him, Miguel matching your steps your eyes not leaving each other’s. You were just about to him when you stopped, he copying you and you were both breathing heavy,

“You feel it too” Miguel whispered, more a statement than a question.

“Yes. I have for a while”

“That night in Cabo?”

“Yeah”

You couldn’t take your eyes off each other, almost like a test to see who would crack first. It wasn’t  long till you had your answer and it was both of you, it was like a magnet pulled you both together. Your arms went around his neck and his went down to wrap around just under your behind, lifting you up off the floor. Your lips met, meeting together like a puzzle, you felt like lightening had struck you and you knew he felt it too moaning into your mouth.

You both titled your heads and allowed the kiss to deepen. Miguel walked you both to the counter, sitting you on it not breaking the kiss. You spread your legs for him and he moved between them, your arms loosened around his neck and your hands went to his bearded cheeks. Your lungs started to burn and you broke the kiss, Miguel smiling up at you,

“We’ve been friends for a long time” your hands ran down from his cheeks and stopped on his chest “You know there is no going back now”

“I don’t want to go back anywhere. Y/N, you’re my best friend. You are the only one that knows me amor, takes me for me, holds me accountable for my actions and you keep me grounded. You are the only one that has ever loved me no matter what”

“As always, you always know what I’ am thinking and say first” you both laughed and you tapped his chest with your hands “I want this, so much. But can we take it slow? It’s a big step for us and it’s the first relationship we have both been in since-“

Miguel curled his pointer finger under your chin and tipped your head back, his other hand going to rest on top of your other one,

“As slow as you want, as fast as you want. We are still the same people, the same friends, we are just falling in love” Miguel peaked your lips.

“And it feels absolutely amazing.”

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[whumperooni]

After reading about gilf Enji I had this idea which I hope isn't TOO cursed ;; so, we all like to humiliate Natsu right? imagine that papa Natsu has the biggest hots for his cute lil girl, he adores her and would want nothing more than to make her his leetle wifey BUT, she seems to like to spend all of her time with her grandpa, she's so clingy to him and so in love, so imagine Natsus heartbreak when he goes to pick her up and finds cutie and enji getting all hot in the kitchen (1/2)

(2/2) and Natsu can do nothing more than just stand there and stare at his little girl whimpering and moaning and raining loving words and praise while getting railed by Enji fucking Todoroki, the man Natsuo still hates the most and HE of all people got to claim his little girl, like wow Natsuo got not only humiliated but also cucked by his own father

Cursed???? Cursed????? Oh, nonny, this is blessed.

I took some liberties- as per usual! But I hope you still like it, nonny ♡

tags/warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, possessive thoughts and behavior, voyeurism, unintentional cucking

“daddy, i went to grandfather’s ^~^ can you pick me up later?”

Natsuo’s eyes close. He takes a deep breath and one more, another after that.

It doesn’t calm him. It doesn’t stop him from gritting his teeth and crushing his phone in his fist.

This is the third time this week that you’ve gone to grandfather’s. This is the third time this week that he’s had to drag himself to that hated residence and face his father, struggle with the envy over your sweet smile and the kisses you press to Enji’s cheek.

Why do you have to be so enraptured with your grandfather? Why can’t you spend more time with your father- with Natsuo?

He wants you here at home. He wants you to be his good little girl and take care of his home instead of running around doing chores for your grandfather in your short skirts and aprons, your knee high socks. You’re supposed to be daddy’s little girl preparing him dinner and snuggling up next to him on the couch, letting him dote his never ending adoration on you.

You’re supposed to be his- not Enji’s.

A sigh escapes him and Natsuo scrubs at his face, frowns as he slumps his cheek into his palm after.

He can’t decide if this is more preferable to you having a boyfriend or not; Natsuo doesn’t know what he’d do if you told him some horny little prick had captured your heart.

Your heart belongs to him- your daddy.

No one else can have it.

Natsuo’s frown grows and he glances at his phone, sends off a quick little “okay angel. i’ll be there in a bit” to you before standing from his desk.

As much as he wants to rush over and scoop you up and away, he waits. He knows how much you love Enji and he wants you to be happy- no matter how bitter it may make him.

Natsuo busies himself with taking the laundry from the dryer, folding it up. It’s mostly yours and it’s not long before he comes across a pair of cute lace panties tucked among the rest of the clothes.

He stares down at the panties- tongue darting out to lick his lips and chest moving with a deep, deep breath.

He hasn’t seen these ones before; they must be new.

Natsuo’s thumbs smooth over the lace and a slow blush begins to creep across his cheeks, his mind conjures an unbidden image of you in one of his t-shirt, the panties discarded on the floor.

He’s disgusting.

It’s wrong that he’s a little hard and it’s wrong that he brings the panties up to his nose. It’s wrong that he considers stuffing them in his pocket and it’s wrong that he can’t help imaging you perched in his lap- shivering as he hooks the panties to the side, traces a finger along your slit.

But, god, he just loves his little girl so much- more than anyone, anything. He loves you and he wants you to be his in every sort of way- daughter, wife, lover.

He’ll never tell you- he can’t ever tell you. He has to keep it deep inside, let the shame and sin fester in the darkest parts of his heart.

If you don’t know about it, it can’t hurt you. It can’t be that bad if he keeps it all stuffed down and hidden away.

...right?

(He knows it’s not right.)

A quiet groan works its way up Natsuo’s throat and he squeezes his eyes tight, clenches his hand to keep from touching himself.

...he can’t.

Natsuo’s teeth grit and he places the panties on top of your clothes, resumes folding the laundry.

He’ll get you once he’s done. And he’ll keep his shameful desires all to himself.

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It’s a little late once he leaves the house- a call from a business partner and an unexpected favor to the neighbor had Natsuo running late.

But, he’s here now- back at his childhood home- and steeling himself to interact with his father, antsy to get you back and away from this place.

No one answers when he knocks. Natsuo frowns, but slides the door open and toes off his shoes.

You’re not in the living room when he checks and that makes him sigh, call out your name. You don’t answer him, but there’s a noise that sounds further in the house- something that makes his brows furrow.

...what is that?

Another noise and Natsuo’s frown deepens, he begins to slowly head toward it.

It sounds like a- like a-

No, no- of course not. It’s not a moan- his mind is playing tricks on him. It’s just- it’s just-

What the hell is that noise?

Trepidation floods through him and Natsuo swallows hard- hands shaking at his sides as his heart pounds.

One steps. Two steps. Three steps. Four steps.

Four steps and then he’s in the doorway of the kitchen. Four steps and then he’s staring at something his mind can’t comprehend. Four steps and then his heart breaks, his world shatters.

“Ojii-san! Ojii-san! Feels- feels-”

A moan tears through the air and Natsuo places a hand to his mouth- eyes wide as he watches his beloved daughter- his only daughter, his precious child, his heart and love- whine and moan, arch as his father- your grandfather- rocks his hips and slides his dick inside of you.

It’s not horror that rises in Natsuo first- it’s rage. It’s envy. It’s a choked, disgusting, aching wrench of jealousy and anger and heart break.

He watches as you whimper and cling to Enji- nails digging into a broad back and your legs wrapping around a thick waist, mewls leaving you as your grandfather fucks you.

“Ojii-san, feels so good! I can’t- I can’t-”

Enji grunts and Natsuo has to watch- eyes wide and growing teary, mouth numb with his fury- as his father latches his lips to your throat, fucks into you hard enough that the dishes in the cabinets shiver and shake.

“Come, little one,” Enji growls. “Come for me again.”

Again?

A sweet mewl leaves you and so does a hiccuping sob- your hands scrambling up your grandfather’s back until you can curl fingers into his hair, your body tightening as you whine his name again and again and again.

Natsuo’s fingers dig into his cheek as he stifles a yell and he grips the doorway with his free hand, nearly falls to his knees.

That’s his baby girl. That’s his daughter. And you’re- you’re-

“Love you, ojii-san! Love you so much! Please! More! More!”

“Greedy.”

It’s the fondest Natsuo has ever heard his father sound and he hates it- he hates it so fucking much, hates how Enji muffles your moan with a kiss, hates how his big hands grip your waist as he keeps fucking into your dripping cunt.

Why is it him? Why the fuck is it him?!

Tears stain Natsuo’s cheek and his fury has him shaking, his heartbreak has him rooted in the spot- unable to turn away or call out, unable to do anything but stare in his shock and jealousy as he watches each thrust that makes your breast bounce, as he watches each rock that has you whimpering and mewling. You’re flushed and beautiful, eyes heavy lidded and lips unable to stay closed with all the sweet noises leaving you, the pleasure making you a dumb, cooing, gorgeous thing.

He’s imagined the look of ecstasy on your face so many times. It’s always been him giving you pleasure in his mind, though- never this. Never ever this.

A sick wash of envy washes over Natsuo as he watches your fingers twine tighter through salt and pepper hair, as he watches you reach a hand back to grip at a cabinet while your back arches more and your lashes flutter, a low moan leaves you.

He’s hard as he watches you and that’s when the horror comes, when the shame comes crashing in.

How is this happening? How is this happening?!

“Ojii-san! Ojji-san, please! I wanna- I want-”

A cry rips from your lips and Natsuo flinches when Enji lifts you from the counter, when you’re pressed against the kitchen floor- hips lifted up and breasts pressed against the wooden slats, your eyes shut as you whine whenever Enji braces himself over you and fills you with his cock once again.

Fuck, you look so small underneath him.

Natsuo swallows hard and he takes a trembling step back, is still unable to tear his eyes away even as Enji starts rutting into you again, even as his big hands slide to thread his fingers through yours and he leans down to rumble out,

“I’ll give you what you want, little one. Ojii-san will fill you.”

Fill...fill...

Natsuo’s cock throbs and he goes dizzy, stumbles back as Enji presses a kiss to your back.

He hears you mewl out a needy “please” and that hits his limit- breaks him into nothing but tiny little shards.

Natsuo bolts out of the house, panting and gasping and running as fast as he can. He gets in the car and he gets his hand on his cock, ruts into his fist with an angry moan as his mind floods with the image of his sweet daughter being fucked by his father, your grandfather.

He comes and he chokes on a sob, forehead smacking against the steering wheel as he curls up into himself.

How could you do this? Why did it have to be him?

Natsuo grits his teeth and he slams his fist against the dash, shakes as humiliation and envy overwhelms him.

...he should have taken you like he wanted. Maybe then this wouldn’t have happened.

...he’s going to stop this. He’s going to show you who you belong to.

He has to- he can’t lose you to Enji.

Natsuo wipes furious tears from his eyes and he looks dully at his childhood home, feels bile rise in his throat.

His baby girl...his angel...

Natsuo waits in the car quietly- face blank and eyes wet, his heart aching as he counts down the seconds until his daughter is finished being fucked by his father, until he can go inside and take what is his.