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tinyshinysylveon · 4 years

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i suddenly got this idea where izuku is an anonymous famous editor for youtubers who hire him to edit their videos because he’s a professional at doing it, and katsuki is an upcoming youtube vlogger who travels around the world and yet doesn’t know how to edit his own videos to save his life, so no matter what he does, he always seem to mess up even the basics of editing (part 1/??)

“i think you need professional help” kirishima says as he watches katsuki trying to drag an edited cut on to his video for the umpteenth time that day “shut up, shitty hair just give me a minute-” an error popup. “did you just.. deleted the video?” “....”

katsuki keeps trying, he even watched tutorials on youtube (while skipping important segments ofc because he can totally do that all on his own!) but his patience is wearing thin until kirishima recommended him to someone who’s known in the youtube community for their famous editing skills

“..deku?” katsuki stares at his screen showing a youtube profile with the name deku as their username and an icon of all might with edited-in sunglasses “okay look, he may seem suspicious to you, but i gotta tell you bakugou, he’s legit, i’ve seen his videos and they look awesome!” well katsuki will be the judge of that despite this deku having 5 mil+ subscribers than him!

the blonde spent the whole day watching deku’s videos which mostly consists of amvs (anime music videos) and games, especially the ones that required a lot of effort to make, plus he even made tutorials! so he gotta give him credit for that, but alas, katsuki is still somehow having trouble following directions and gave up on the latest tutorial video on how to add an easy transition

when kirishima came to check in with katsuki, all he heard were multiple clicks and grumbled noises, he let out an exasperated sigh “i can’t believe you’re still trying..” “what the fuck do you want me to do kirishima?” katsuki was trying not to flip his table at this point. “hire him obviously!” the red head yells out as if that’s the answer to their problems “..and how do you suppose i do that?”

it actually took a lot of convincing in kirishima’s part, but katsuki finally threw away his pride and decided to send a message to deku’s business email that was left under his about page on youtube

“..i want you to become my editor and help me in becoming the #1 youtube travel vlogger in the community” kirishima reads the message out loud that’s displayed on the screen, “you sure you want to send it like this?” “i don’t see anything wrong with it?” “but don’t you think it’s too.. blunt? no formalities or anything like, hello i’ve seen your videos and i would be honored to have you as my editor, you know?” katsuki just shrugged, “it’s too late, i already sent it to him”

about half a day later, deku replied back, “Good afternoon Mr.Explosionmurder, I appreciate that you requested me to become your editor and would like to discuss further details about our agreement via discord. You can contact me by adding my username, deku#2463. I look forward to hearing from you.” to this day, kirishima still can’t believe his eyes when he read the message

“oi shitty hair, what’s a discord?”

it wasn’t katsuki’s fault that the majority of time he spent in high school was doing his best to stay on top of assignments and projects, plus being in the A honor roll, he didn’t really get to decide on his career until after he graduated, thanks to the courtesy of his parents owning their own modeling industry, he put the money he saved up to good use in traveling around the world and vlogging it for people to see with kirishima as his traveling partner

he explained all of this and his reasonings to deku on discord once he reached out to him and figured out how to use the platform, but katsuki was still suspicious regarding his video editing skills and wanted to see it firsthand on how his videos would look like as a finished product

deku: fair enough, send me your videos and i’ll see what i can do, until then, if you deem it satisfactory, which i’m confident that you will, i request a 50/50 payment on your revenue. take it or leave it.

for some reason, katsuki agreed to it without a second thought due to the challenging tone from the message; “i can’t believe you! i told you to trust him! why do you have to doubt him?! haven’t you already seen his videos?!” kirishima was full on panicking at this point, how were they going to make money?! “shut up, i know what i’m doing! i know what’s best for my videos!” it was a good chance too since they’re currently in hong kong and planning to shoot the top 10 tourist spots to visit as claimed by an article he found online

a few days later, katsuki finally got all the videos piled up in one folder and sent them all in a google drive to share with deku just as he requested, he even mentioned to him thru discord message to follow the cues he was giving him on his videos such as when he and kirishima took a stroll and tried foods in the temple street night market; “hey deku, i want you to do a close up of kirishima eating the curry fish ball with erotic music playing in the background” he smirks while focusing the camera on the red head eating without a care in the world and not noticing katsuki making the comment, “mmm dude, mmm you gotta try this, it’s so freakin’ good- wait bro, how long have you been pointing the camera at me?”

in less than a week, deku sent a reply back with the link to the fully edited video; deku: hmm, not gonna lie, but your cues were actually helpful and dare I say, creative? katsuki took it as a compliment and opened the link to the video file, it was about a few GB so it shouldn’t take a long time to upload on youtube, but.. was it ready? he called in kirishima to watch it with him and was actually prepared for it to look horrible despite deku’s obvious talent except.. it was actually pretty good?? better even?! “what did i tell ya katsuki? i told you he was legit,” his partner boasted, just earlier he was embarrassed when the part about him eating the curry fish ball with the “let’s get it on” music in the background showed up while the blonde just rolled his eyes.

explosionmurder: thanks, and i just saw it, consider yourself hired deku: happy to be of service! i’m looking forward to working with you, mr.explosionmurder! it would be helpful again if you provided the cues during your journey! :) explosionmurder: don’t mention it and also don’t call me that, call me katsuki deku: okay, mr.katsuki! [all might emoji]

kastuki found it odd that he became really eager during the exchange but thought nothing of it

a couple of months flew by and katsuki with kirishima in tow have already travelled in 4 other different countries, he even received about 500k+ subscribers, he’s almost to 1 million! as per agreement, he gives half of his revenue to deku which was okay with him since he still has a lot of saved up money in the bank including kirishima’s since they’re sharing it anyway, most of the time, his communication with deku have been entirely professional with a few emojis in between (usually deku’s part), until today that is

deku: it must be nice to travel 0: explosionmurder: pfft, what are you talking about? you now have over 7 mil+ subscribers in your channel since i met you, you can go traveling whenever or wherever you want deku: i can’t explosionmurder: what do you mean you can’t?

no reply

since then, katsuki didn’t want to think too much on what deku said and focused mostly on traveling, those videos won’t work themselves! after he finished, he sent over the videos of his recent trip from india over to deku and as usual, deku delivered it back beautifully edited along with a message

deku: that’s so cool! you guys went to india? *o* [link to video edit] explosionmurder: yeah, you should’ve seen shitty hair when he tried that really spicy curry, which reminds me, you did what i asked right? deku: of course mr. katsuki! as always, i’ve paid attention to every cue you asked for! [saluting pepe emoji] explosionmurder: good good, i didn’t just hire you to sit on your ass all day deku: haha you’re not my only contractor you know ^^” explosionmurder: is that what you meant when you said you couldn’t travel because you’ve been busy? way to be blunt katsuki, he mentally berated himself, but at least deku answered this time, although reluctantly deku: ...let’s just say im stuck at home in that very moment, is when everything changed between them explosionmurder: alright nerd, you sound depressed as hell so i’m going to give you the decision to decide on where we’re going to travel to next, think of it as a reward for all you’ve done for us deku: asdkjflas that’s too much! T_T are you sure mr. katsuki??? explosionmurder: i’m waiting, you got 3 seconds starting now, 3 deku: america! i’ve been wanting to go to america...

katsuki told kirishima his plans, then the spiky red head gave him a pat on the back and a thumbs up, “so you do have a sentimental bone in your body!” kirishima was almost close to being dead that very same day

when they arrived to america, he asked deku the list of things he wanted to see and most of them were, “all might amusement park, all might cafe, all might- is there anything else the nerd likes besides all might and superheroes?” katsuki says while viewing the list in the hotel they’re staying at. “give him a break, you said so yourself that he couldn’t leave his house, so this is the least we can do for him and for all the hard work he put in our videos,” kirishima reasoned with him

on the last day of their trip, katsuki did his routine in piling the videos together and sending them to deku with the attached message, “i actually bought you a souvenir if you want it, looked like the type of shit you would like, you’ll see what it is in the videos i’ve sent you” they’ve known each other long enough so he thought why the hell not, it’s just a matter of getting his PO address, and the response to this was immediate, “AAA I SAW IT! THANK YOU THANK YOU!” <3<3 <(^w^<)

it was an all might limited edition figurine only available in the US

for the first time, deku took two days longer to finish than katsuki expected him to since they’ve started because he always goes through them pretty quickly, maybe he’s too busy making them look up-to-par? whatever the case was, when katsuki received the video, it already had a title for it, “MY AWESOME TRIP TO AMERICA PLUS ULTRA!” kirishima just laughed and told him to keep it in honor of deku so he left it like that, “this better give me some views,” he grumbled and uploaded it the night before they went to bed, he wasn’t really worried in checking it out either because he has faith in deku’s abilities

the morning after was hectic, katsuki has been receiving notifications upon notifications on the “travel bros” (courtesy of kirishima) twitter since last night, one in particular caught his eye, “i can’t believe deku and katsuki are dating! who would’ve thought!” what?

a short video appeared underneath that came from the video he uploaded, and regretfully never took a look at, showing katsuki saying to the camera as he held the AM figurine, “deku, you should’ve been here, look at what i got you, nerd,” at first glance, it was supposed to look normal (from the original video!) except hearts and sparkles began appearing around katsuki as he smirks up at the camera, what the fuck? besides, deku was suppose to edit that all out! for every cue in every part where he says deku’s name, he was expected to delete them like he usually does! even though it was no secret that deku was his video editor, he distinctly remembers mentioning about him in a video they took way back when they first started out their contract agreement

meanwhile, kirishima was having a field day, he finally saw their video while katsuki kept on seeing other short videos of him on twitter from different segments of the trip in which he either had sparkles or hearts around him, especially when he mentions deku’s name; “bro you won’t believe this, our subscribers grew up to over 1 million last night!” kirishima yells enthusiastically, but when he noticed katsuki not paying attention to him, he looked over his shoulder to check what he was looking at. “oh that, you know those aren’t fanmade videos, right?” katsuki unblinkingly turned to look at him, “you mean..?” kirishima gave him a toothy grin, “yep!”

a video call from discord, “dekuuuu, what is the meaning of this?” a squeaky voice, “i-I’m so sorry i got carried away and i couldn’t help it! all might was too beautiful including you and-!” “..what did you just say?”

TBC maybe?

#bakudeku #katsudeku #bkdk #ktdk #katsuki x izuku #my trashy writing #I REALLY DIDNT MEANT FOR THIS TO BE LONG #the last time ive wrote something this long was my assassin!au #but this is probably longer aa #the ideas were flowing inside me so i couldnt help myself asdfghjkl #i have it all planned out but it was getting too long and i'll probably write the rest if this gets enough attention #;;;#I swear this sounded better in my head #ill edit this later..

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simsadventures · 4 years

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Not Me: Chapter 1: Sweet, Sweet Life

Summary: You always wanted the perfect life- great husband, fulfilling job, and overall happiness. What if you can’t have even a bit of your fairytale?

Warnings: angst, swearing, implied smut, memories (in italics)

Word Count: 2074

A/N: The first ever chapter of Not Me is finally here! Im so excited about this story, and I seriously can’t wait for you all to read it. Let me know what you think so far, and what do you expect from this little story? The ride has only just started, and it will get spicier as we go along, I promise xx

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The sun was shining through the blinds, and you groaned loudly. Another day in your personal nightmare. You tried to snuggle into the pillows harder, willing your sleep to come again and take you for at least another few hours, so that you wouldn’t have to face the world. And by the world, you meant your husband, James.

Just the thought of him made a shiver run down your spine, and not the good kind. You didn’t even know how you got to that position. There used to be times when James was all you could think of.

You were at high school together, buddies, thanks to your fathers owning a publishing company together. You were a freshman, and he was a senior, but that didn’t stop you from spending a lot of time together. You used to piss off your fathers too often for your own good, whenever there was a banquet or some other fancy shit, you and Bucky would always find a way to make it at least a bit enjoyable for the two of you.

You had each other to hold on to, and that was enough. You both went to a different university, Bucky attending Yale, while you went to Brown. It was during this time that you grew apart, having different goals in life, and life choices as well. But your crush was still strong as ever at that time.

James had this ability to draw people to them. You could even pinpoint the exact thing that made him so charming because there were so many of them. His eyes, his deep, gruff voice, his physique, which would get any girl to her knees, or his charm. But you knew he wasn’t interested in you that way.

While you saw Bucky partying every second possible, you were more the studying type. Not that you didn’t have your fair share of wild parties, making you wake up in Canada instead of your home. But you were a passionate reader and student, and so when the crucial times came, you knew how to use your brain. And form what you heard, with Bucky’s party habits, he had to pay somebody to take all his exams. That was the only plausible option in your mind.

You only saw each other during summers, when you both worked for Barnes&Clark, your fathers’ company. And while Bucky was much more interested in all the sexy secretaries, you were impressed by all it entailed to be a businesswoman. You sat with Mr Barnes and your father in their meetings, they even seemed to listen to you while you spoke about your ideas of new ways of getting books to young people.

It was close to your graduation that your life turned completely, and, at the time, you thought for the better.

There was a knock on your door, and you frowned. It was Thursday evening, and you weren’t expecting anyone. What was even weirder that the person was already in the building, without ringing the bell from the front door. You cautiously went and looked through the peep-hole, only to be utterly surprised.

You opened the door, a confused frown on your face.

“Bucky. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked him, stepping aside, to let him inside.

He didn’t say anything, just stepped in and waited for you to take him further inside your apartment. When you led you to the sofa and sat down, you raised your eyebrows, indicating that he really should start explaining what it was he wanted.

“Look, Y/N. We’ve known each other for a long time, and I’ve been thinking, recently, and I reached a decision in which, I hope, you’ll support me.”

You still didn’t say anything, not sure where he was going with it. You haven’t heard from him in months, and so it was peculiar as to why he suddenly came knocking on your door.

Without any other word, he got on his knee and pulled out a white velvet box from his pocket. Your eyes were suddenly the size of a cartoon character, and you were pretty sure they now occupied most of your face.

“W-what? Bucky are you drunk? Or are you fatally ill? What the hell are you talking about?” You asked him, on the verge of a mental breakdown. This couldn’t be happening. Sure, you liked him and sure, you did try to write Y/N Barnes a few too many times before. But you were both young, 24 and 27 years old, and you sure as hell weren’t ready for marriage.

“I prioritise doll. I know it sounds crazy, but think about it. I know you have been single for far too long, and you’re never comfortable around any other guy than me. I’ve had my fair share of fun, and now I’m ready to settle down. And with whom better than you? We used to be best friends, and I think you never really grow from that kind of bond. Just think about it, will you?”

You were looking in those icy blue eyes, and for a weird reason, you saw the desperation in them and a hint of anger. You couldn’t be too sure, because you haven’t seen him for so long, but he had one thing right. You never really grow out of that bond. You thought he did, but obviously, he was thinking about you as much as you were thinking about him.

“I’ll need some time, and I think we should spend some time together if you want to marry me, don’t you think?”

A flash of something you weren’t able to recognise ran through his face, but as soon as it appeared, it was gone, and you weren’t really sure what it was.

“Sure, can I stay tonight and we can watch a movie, or something, huh?” He asked, without a hint of a smile, and you enthusiastically nodded. After all, this was something you dreamed of quite often, to be completely honest.

It went like this for a while, you and Bucky spending evenings together, and after one particularly fun evening, full of gin and tonics and tangled sheets, you finally gave him your answer.

“I will marry you Bucky, if it’s still something you want, I think we could be really good together,” you whispered against his naked chest, laying almost on top of him in your bed. He hummed, patted your shoulder and got up from the bed.

You looked at him confused, trying to determine if you said something wrong, but he only pulled the velvet box out of the pants that were laying abandoned on the floor and slipped the massive diamond ring on your finger.

“Good. Now sleep so we can plan the damn thing,” he said in a hushed voice, got dressed, and left you laying on the bed, naked and exhausted from the amazing sex you just had, confused as hell.

And that’s how your marriage pretty much started. Despite Bucky leaving that day, you were pretty excited about the whole ordeal, and so was your and Bucky’s family. The only unexcited party seemed to be Bucky, but you thought it was just his face, nothing serious.

But after a year of marriage, you realised that it probably wasn’t just his face. When he was around his Uni friends or his colleagues, his demeanour changed drastically.

He was joyful and funny, and always the life of the party. But when you two were alone, he was brooding and looked pissed 99% of the time.

You thought you’d have everything you ever wished for. Happy family, amazing husband, and a dream job. But things aren’t always the way we want them.

Your amazing husband rarely ever spoke to you, and when he did, it was to point out a flaw on you.

You shouldn’t talk so loudly. Your language isn’t lady-like. I don’t like it when you wear sweatpants, I think you should look nice even at home. This steak isn’t medium-rare. This make-up is too much. Stand and be pretty. Blah blah blah.

You tried to do all he said, trying to be the best wife for him, because you still had the idea of Bucky loving you, and wanting to spend his life with you. But every sentence like this created a gash in your heart, and by the first anniversary, you thought your heart was just a shredded piece of muscle, unable to function any more.

What broke you down to your knees, was, however, a different kind of message, delivered to you by Bucky and your father.

“James will lead the company, he has most of the rights to Barnes&Clark, and we think it would be great if you were a stay-at-home wife like you were supposed to be from the very beginning. Look, Y/N, you are a woman, and those shouldn’t be heads of the company. You understand that, don’t you?”

You were in total and complete shock. He trained you your whole life, to be the CEO, or at least the head of the publishing, while somebody else would take care of the numbers. But now he was telling you that your dream was vanishing right in front of your eyes.

“But, but, dad, I thought you-“

“How about you stop thinking and just be a pretty thing, sweetie?” Your father asked you mockingly, and to your utter surprise, Bucky laughed as well, patting your father’s shoulder.

You wanted to run away in tears, because every time you tried to speak up, either your father or Bucky would shush you. By the time the meeting ended, your eyes were filled with tears, but you didn’t want either of the men seeing this weak side of yours.

When you left the company’s building with Bucky by your side, you were shaking with both sadness and anger.

“Are you seriously with him on that, Bucky?” You asked, desperation evident in your voice. But the look Bucky gave you made you regret that you even asked him anything.

“Of course, I agree with him. You have to take care of our household, and not be busy with business. Oh, and, by the way, I would prefer it if you called me James, from now on.”

It felt like he pushed a dagger deep inside your guts. He let everyone call him Bucky, he would always say that it just felt better when the people around him called him Bucky. And now he wanted you, his wife, to call him James?

You sighed again and sat up in your bed. Ever since you moved in, you had separate bedrooms, James telling you he needed his rest to run the company. And even if you wanted to protest in the very beginning, you gave up. Like on many things in your life at the moment.

You used to have dreams, you used to be ambitious, but this life took everything from you. You rarely ever had sex with James- he would always tell you how tired he was and that you should be tired as well. And if you weren’t, it meant you weren’t doing enough through the day.

You learned how to cook, how to bake, how to sew, how to have the perfect garden, but it still wasn’t impressive enough for James to spare a kind word for you.

And neither did you father. He would always only remind you to be a good wife to James and to leave the rest to the men, and by your first anniversary, you believed all of those things, your self-respect pretty much non-existing.

You got up from the bed and headed towards the closet, to put on something representative to not give James any reason to pester you. You took a quick shower and put on some make-up, knowing full well that James was against the natural beauty look. You put on high-waisted wide pants and a blouse, trying no to look too shabby even if you were only going down to the kitchen to make James a breakfast.

When you came into the kitchen, he was already there, sitting by the table, reading news on his phone. He didn’t even spare you a look, and you sighed, walking towards the kitchen isle. It would be just another day in your hell, and you couldn’t do anything about it. Or, at least, you thought you couldn’t.

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oppabimbab · 4 years

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chasing euphoria | jeon jungkook

genre : angst, smut(only a little)

parts : 1/2

pairing : jungkook x reader

synopsis : you didn’t see it coming when jungkook confessed that he likes you. how can you expected that coming when he is the person that your best friend is in love with? no matter what happens; you can’t be in love with him so it ends with rejection from you to him. but why does some kind of spark starts to twinkle in your heart, especially when he is no longer making his way, to you?

words count : 3683 words

side note : i literally questioned myself why am i doing with this fanfic???lmaoo sorry if its bad because i just write what comes in my mind bc im bored. lol im dead

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“Jungkook, har-harder,” you whimper, arching your back as he pumps inside you with so much force while spreading your legs as wide as he could. You hold on to both of his arms at your sides for support as your body bounce on the bed—looking like a hot mess as ever. He grunts before lowering his body on top of you to suck on your neck like a greedy beast—very unlike of him off bed.

“Tell me how you want me to do with this pussy?” he whispers, planting sloppy and wet kisses along the neck—causing you to moan louder when he found the sweet spot, both in your pussy and neck. It’s crazy how he can send you to another type of universe just by his mouth and hands. You almost lose your vision when Jungkook pushes himself to hit your all with the tip of his cock like tomorrow doesn’t exist. A gush of air escape your lungs, leaving you breathless.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” you cry out loud along with moan escaping your dry mouth, making him chuckle. Taking your breast into his mouth, he begins to synchronise his thrust along the sloppy sucking move on your chest. A trail of groans and grunt leave his mouth—looking straight into your eyes whenever he has the chance to do so. His eyes, they are flaming with desire and love. What a perfect combination. Your legs tremble a lot, wanting to cum around his cock so much while chanting his name that never leaves your system. To ease the tense, you wrap them around his waist—nails clawed into his muscular arms. For real, all you wanted is to keep moaning his name for the world to know how good he makes you feel.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” You scream, filling the air with nothing but moan and his name. The bed creaks as his pace quickened for both of you to reach the climax together.

“I like you,” he whispers with eyes striking into yours. Butterflies in your stomach starts to build when his honeyed voice fills your system. Arched back, eye contact, you try to process the words even you know you have lost your mind the moment he stares at you like his life depends on it. He is fucking hot and gorgeous.

“So much,” Jungkook grunts, thrusting into you for the last time before you cum around him—few second before he fills himself inside you as he collapse on top of you, kissing you for millionth times.

The tingly skin and thumping chest make your wild dream disappears in a blink of eyes as you open your eyes, along with the sweat dripping on the forehead. The quiet and dark room, only a hint of light that escaped from the moon, makes you realise you’ve been dreaming the same shit again. Including tonight, It’s third time this week and you don’t know why the hell you have been dreaming about Jungkook fucking you in some kind of way you have no idea about.

Especially when you have made it clear to him—you’re not having the same feeling as he does, toward you. You flinch when you can feel the sudden wetness is pooling down to your core—sensitive and throbbing, because of him. Slowly, you curl up to make the itchy feeling go away.

It has been a week ever since that day happened. Actually, you’re not sure how long has it been but the thing is, you know for sure how long has it been since both of you stopped talking to each other like you guys always did. It feels like forever and you wonder why you couldn’t get him off your mind from that day.

Hugging your knees, closer to your chest—you start to reminisce the way his eyes gleamed at yours—the way his voice sounded like a sugar coated candy. The way those words came out from his mouth— Something you had expected the least from him ever since you laid your eyes on that man.

“I like you. Like a lot,” Jungkook spoke, breaking the short and comfortable silence between both of you as he looked at you, who was munching on the tiny bit of chocolate croissant that you stole from him.

The time seemed like it has froze around you—the street light looked like it was going to fade—the cold breeze of that night felt like burning your skin, rushing the hot blood straight to your face— your feet, they didn’t feel like it touched the ground because you for sure knew you were not in the reality.

Everything became weird and leaving you and him—staring at each other for a few seconds before you blinked at him, with a small giggle escaped your lips.

“What did you say?” you raised an eyebrow as you tried so hard to sound like you didn’t hear him well enough when everything was crystal clear. For some reason, you needed to hear him twice. You needed to hear him wrong.

“You heard me,” his voice didn’t sound light, it was more intense and serious—dead serious as his darkened gaze strike straight into your soul. Even with the little fear, you managed to stare at him back—looking at his beautiful dark brown orbs under the dim street light along with the long lashes complimenting his eyes.

You know Jungkook speaks louder with his eyes and when you saw there was a sparkle in those eyes—he was telling the truth which left you speechless. He was dead serious. He likes you. He fucking likes you. When did that happen? Why did this happen?

You froze on your seat the moment you caught his gaze while trying to swallow the remaining piece of that sweet thing in your throat. It was supposed to be sweet but why did it taste bitter? The hot frappuccino in your hand was left untouched as you looked at him—forcing yourself to process the words even you have lost a piece of your mind.

“Jungkook...” you let a small squeak after few seconds of silent stare to each other. His name sounds familiar in your mouth—completely dropping the honorifics when both of you are away from office. Breaking the eye contact, you looked away from his dangerous eyes. Looking anywhere but him. Your chest—it felt like it was going to burst anytime soon. He hums, staring at you with so much hope.

“Why? Why do you like me?” you added. A very cliche question, almost sound like an amateur high school girl, who had 0 experience in love but for real, you wanted to know why this gorgeous man had his heart for you. You wanted to know why even you know it wasn’t supposed to be this way. It shouldn’t be this way.

Jungkook re-positioned himself on the cold bench in the park, looking at the direction you were looking—you can see a soft smile appeared on his lips from the corner of your eyes.

“Just like others, I like the physical first,” his voice fills the space.

“You’re beautiful. Damn beautiful,” he added—more like whispering. You bit your lower lip at the words. The way he uttered them, you didn’t know that words would sound ethereal and sexy like this. His words—they felt like his touch. It left tingly feeling under your skin.

“But, I like what’s inside you even more. Quirky, bright, funny, dorky,” he chuckled as he brought his gaze to you—looking at you from the side.

“I don’t know but I like you so much. I want you to know that,” he whispered—not going to lie, you knew there were a hint of hopes in his voice when he spoke. You knew he wanted more from you from the way he caught your eyes. For some reason, you knew nothing would change even he chanted thousand I love you’s.

“Thank you. I appreciate it so much,” you cocked your head to the side and met his eyes. Swear to god, they lost the spark the moment you spoke the words. Jungkook was a bright man, for sure he knew what you meant. With just few lines, he should knew that nothing would go far from this.

He stared at your eyes—more like reading them like a journal. Just like the sweet gentleman he is, he nodded with a soft smile. A small faded smile.

“I wish I knew the reason why,”

“I can’t return the same thing. I’m sorry,”

“I understand,” he nodded. Both of you stared at each other without any words or sound. Just 2 pair of eyes speaking to each other.

“I envy the man who gets your heart,” he scrunched his nose before chuckling—more like a bland giggle to hide the pain in his voice. One thing for sure—he never take his eyes off you. You smiled at him, apologetically.

“I’m sorry,”

When the night passed, both of you spent the night with nothing but silences. The silences that almost killed you inside especially when he sent you home, that was the last time you met his eyes before he drove away, leaving you with an unknown broken heart.

After 3 years of graduating from college and only few months since you started your career—you didn’t know Jungkook would be the first person you would see after leaving those memories of college behind. Well, you can’t say you are that close with him in college days but you are definitely are familiar with him even for sure he has no idea about your existence.

Your best friend, Chaeyoung, loved him. Or still loves him. You still remember the nights where she spent just to talk about how gorgeous Jungkook is—who was one of the hottest senior student council in the college. How her voice reached few octaves when she saw him doing the bare minimum like breathing or walking to the classes—how she squeals like a little girl every time he smiled, even it was definitely not because of her.

Not to forget the way she bawled her eyes off all night when Jungkook graduated—which means no more squealing and screaming every time she sees him.

Everything about her first love experience was childish and interesting to you. Well, both of you and her, were too young to know what is love.

Love is indeed making someone crazy. Chaeyoung loved him so much even after graduating, she didn’t have the courage to let him know that. Even leaving to Canada for her work, she buried the feelings just like that. Deep inside, after few years have passed, you are positive she still feels the same toward him, knowing how loyal she can be sometimes.

The fact you didn’t tell her when you got to work in the same company with him—shows how deep your fear is. You don’t want her to think anything more than this. After 7 months working here—Jungkook is such a great senior to you. He has been that kind of person who would listen more than talk. He let you talk as he looks at you—trying to understand the each words that come out from your mouth. He is bad at making jokes but he makes you laugh with his smallest gesture. The way his eyes caught yours during meeting—cocking his eyebrow to make you confused what the hell is he trying to do. The way he speaks to you—he finds the best words knowing the relationship you both shared is nothing more than just a boss and an amateur worker. You are not complaining. You love the boundary between you and him because you don’t plan to go any further than this. You can’t go any further than this.

In times, when both of you didn’t notice the changes, the relationship becomes closer and affectionate where he would casually ask you out for lunch, dinner or sometimes, a night date at your favourite park. You wouldn’t call it a date but somehow, you realise something has changed between you two. The way the conversation becomes longer than usual—the way his laugh sounds more genuine than he sounds like before— the way his eyes caught yours everytime you talk about your day.

For some reason, you find that being with him is the most comfortable moment for you.

You wonder—what is this? When did this bond happened? When did it comes from only knowing his image from your best friend to completely know his favourite movie and food? Why are you here instead of Chaeyoung? Nobody sees this coming—especially you.

Now, when that unknown relationship starts to build between you and him—it is scattered just like that. In a blink of eyes. Just in a night.

He likes you. That sounds like a dream. More like a dream that you thought will never comes true. You know for the fact that he is a one gorgeous man. The girls would swoon over him every time both of you go out for a business lunch. You can see how many women seemed star strucked every time he flashes that smile when he comes to the office, looking so damn hot in the suit and cases.

After all these years, you finally understand why Chaeyeong was completely head over heels for years—for him.

Taking your phone from the desk, you stare at the notification bar. A heavy sigh leaves your mouth when there is no text from him. It has been a week and don’t know why it kills you inside. The lifestyle has completely changed. There is no more small smile that you both would steal from each other every time you go to his department.

There is no casual talk that would light up the space every time the work stresses you too much. It has been a week—with you avoiding him—with him avoiding you. Eye contacts were stolen but his eyes left you unspoken when he quickly looks away from your eyes.

But, for real, it should be like this. You can’t be in love with him. It really should be like this.

***

You stretch out lazily on the chair after 3 hours of cramping your ass—organizing the documents for next month’s event. A small whimper leaves your mouth as you glance over the clock on the table. It’s already past 1pm, the only answer to why your stomach is screaming for food. Well, you skipped breakfast this morning as you were running late—thanks to the late night thoughts that have been keeping you awake all night. Screw this shit. You don’t know how long will it take for you to brush the thoughts away completely.

“Hey, are you coming?” Wendy, your desk mate disturb your thoughts as she sits on your table—looking at you while swiping the burgundy lipstick all over her lips.

You frown at her.

“To where?” you ask. Wendy raises her eyebrow.

“To company lunch? It’s Jaehyun’s birthday. He is treating everyone today,” she winks before putting the lipstick into her bag—smoothing the pencil skirt that have been complimenting her gorgeous curves. She looks at you as if she wants you to get ready and go with her.

The thing is—you don’t feel like going. No grudge towards Jaehyun though but everyone knows how close Jungkook and Jaehyun are. Of course, he will be there too. That means, you’re going to spend another few hours, avoiding his existence? The best solution is not going. Case solved.

“I think i’m going to grab some sandwich and coffee instead. I’ve told him I don’t feel well,” you crack a small smile at the blonde girl—praying that she won’t notice the slight changes in your behaviour these past few days. Wendy comes closer and touch your forehead with a concern expression all over her face.

“Do you want to go to hospital?”

You scoff at yourself. Of course, hospital for messy mind.

“No, thank you babe. Quick nap and food, i’m going to be okay,” putting the documents aside, you pat Wendy’s back and urge her to leave or she will miss the birthday lunch. Wendy giggles.

“Sure. Call me if you need anything, baby girl,” she pats your chin before clanking the 5-inches heels on the marble floor—leaving you alone in the office. You look around. Almost empty during lunch hours, making you choose nothing but to go out to get your quick sandwich and coffee. You swear to god, where the hell the energy go? Somehow, you have lost it and it’s not very professional to let this personal matter to interrupt your whole mood.

With heavy steps, you grab your purse and leave the office to go get something to eat. Quick sandwich because you don’t feel like eating.

When you arrived at the usual cafe, the cafe looks busier than usual—leaving you standing at the side, frustrated. But, whatever. The screaming inside your stomach is going wilder and you don’t want to spend another few hours with empty stomach before you eat your first meal of the day which is dinner. Life is hard but not to extent to ruin your body.

As the crowd have gone calm a bit, you immediately bring yourself in the order line at the counter while looking at the menu.

But, your eyes catch someone—who looks very familiar. Too familiar and you thought you could avoid him today but God plays no games with you. He is here—only few centimetres apart.

It’s Jungkook—standing in front you, handing a card to the cashier. When he notices someone is staring, he slowly tilts his head, just to look back to your eyes—that are fixed on him. It’s definitely weird to see him this way after the rejection. It’s odd to look at him this long after these past few days—ignoring each other.

“Hi,” he squeaks, loud enough just for you to hear. When you hear his voice, a sudden adrenaline starts to pump inside you. Not sure why but there is a sudden excitement just by looking at him this way. You’re crazy. You know.

“Hi,” you crack a small smile, curling your mouth into thin line, adjusting the way you stand before you tell the order to the barista. Slowly, you look back to him.

“I thought you are going to Jaehyun’s birthday lunch,” you break the silence when you notice he doesn’t look like he has any topic to talk about. He raises an eyebrow before he chuckles and shakes his head.

“Then, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to join too?” he asks—looking at your order on the counter. You shrug.

“I don’t really well so sandwich it is,” you manage to put on a grin even deep inside, both of you know how awkward this conversation sounds like. It doesn’t feel right but none of you know how to make it right.

The expression on his face changes slightly. You wonder why.

“Are you okay?” his voice—there is a hint of concern, which is leaving you with nothing but a small gush of excitement.

You nod.

“I’m fine,” you convince him. He curls his lips into thin line—making his small dimple comes to sight. How can this man be hot and cute at the same time? You take the food on the counter, waiting for him to say anything but it leaves you to no avail. Only silences.

“I have to go. See you around,” when he put the card back into his wallet, he cocks his head to you as he looks like he is rushing back. You smile at him, wanting to open your mouth to say something before you hear someone calls his name.

You look at the direction. There is a woman—almost as tall as you, looking so petite and pure—like how first love would look like. Short hair, bright eyes, angelic smile—what else? She looks so damn beautiful, you can’t deny.

Jungkook immediately looks at her—his face changed. You saw that. It lights up with some kind of expression you have no idea what it looks like but you haven’t seen them before.

You freeze on your feet—still staring at the woman with so much adoration. It’s weird because you know something isn’t right but you choose to ignore the way how happy she looks like when Jungkook looks at her. Then, you finally understand something.

“I see. You’re on date,” you chuckle at him—sending him a teasing smile even for sure, you know your heart isn’t in that state to do so. You’re not sure why you’re chuckling when your heart definitely is clenching at the thought.

Jungkook gives you a small smile as he rubs his nape.

“Not really, just a quick lunch,” he utters, meeting your eyes. Those eyes—goddamn beautiful. You don’t know you have been missing them until today.

“Have a nice day,” you squeak for the last time as you bid him goodbye before you grab the food’s bag tightly in your hands—turning your back to him, you count the steps to leave the cafe. He doesn’t call you—your expectation is ruined. But, on what reason for him to stop you from leaving? There is nothing to say anyway. Every steps—feel like something is throbbing a knife to your chest.

How bold were you to think, that perfect man couldn’t find someone better after you gave such a rejection? A rejection from you was nothing. From the moment you knew him, you are already out of his league and the fact that he said he likes you—might be a mistake. A stupid mistake he shouldn’t do.

How can the small excitement that happened few moments ago—is replaced by this unknown disappointment and heart break that you have no idea about.

Of course, he could find someone better—he should find someone better.

Quickened the steps, you want to know why your heart hurts a lot at the thought. Your heart clenches at the image of that woman—at the image how his face lights up when he saw her.

It hurts even more when deep inside, you know you want him to lay his eyes—only on you.

To be continued in the last part

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #taehyung #namjoon #yoongi #suga #hoseok #j-hope #seokjin #jimin #bts smut #bts angst #kpop #smut #2020 #bts imagines #kpop imagines

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kikosaurscave · 3 years

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The Cheater and The Bear Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

10/6/21: PLSSSSS THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT ON THIS FIC BUT I HATE IT. I love the plot but i hate how i brought on the story towards the end, its boring, quick and sloppy as well, sorry for that. Ill touch it up...later🦖🦕

A/N: Kinktober, I dont know when Ill be encouraged/inspired enough to finish it, besides its obviously already overdue. This was written in a little under 5 hours and I think its pretty good.

The Angst isnt too bad, a bit of a weak ending but its alright.

F/F= Fav Food F/A=Fav Animal F/C=Fav Colour F/D=Fav Drink

Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia (My Hero Acadamia

Genre: Angst

Warnings/Contains: Angst. Slight/mentions of; Insomnia, Cheating, Abuse and Death(Reader), Sicknesses(Unspecified) and Suicude(Not directly)

Word Count: 1,934

Angst Level: 2-3

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Bakugou and Y/n have been dating since they graduated college, they live together and Bakugou has been coming home late because “his boss is asking him to do extra hours” y/n being a good girlfriend, stays up and waits for him to get home so she can help him calm down from the foul attitude he’d usually have.

—

Trying not to fall asleep most the time, she would rarely get some sleep just to make sure he’s alright.

What he really does while his GIRLFRIEND is slowly falling ill for his sake is gradually getting closer to his coworker, spending the late nights with her and not his own girlfriend.

—

Slowly, week after week he starts recognising the late hours he’d yell at y/n for ‘Not minding her own business’ when she asks ‘Where he was’ or ‘How he was’, he’d notice his coworker being nothing like y/n, for example; when y/n would hug him, he’d feel warm inside, not with her.

When y/n would compliment him, he could tell she meant it, but she didnt even bother to. When y/n would wait for him and care for him, though she didnt? It just wasnt the same at all, it felt useless, he felt weird, sad in fact, he didnt know how he felt but he knew that if he looked into the e/c eyes of the person he loved; he would practically fall apart.

—

Checking the mail when he arrived home to see a letter from their local doctor to his y/n and opening it to see that his girlfriend had a bad condition with no possible ‘cure’ or ‘last resort’ to help with her condition caused by stress and insomnia he was scared, he rushed inside the house, stressfully slamming the door shut and walking into the living room to find his what looked like a now fully alert girlfriend with dark bags under her widened eyes with her hair a little messy, she tried to keep it tamed, but the first thing she still asked him was if he was alright, then she checked his forehead for a temperature while he stared speechless at her, mouth ajared and eyes wide with regret, sadness, anything in remorse “Youre sick and you didnt tell me?” He managed to mutter out after grabbing a soft hold onto her hands, something he hadnt done in a while because all his touches to her were violent and dangerous, the way he just spoke to her was the calmest in weeks, months even because he had been noticing the raggedness in his throat whenever he left to work.

She looked down, sadly, “I tried telling you but you told me I was just lying and being selfish..” his breath hitched realising that she wouldn’t live because of him.

Sure she told him she was fine and he didnt need to worry or that it wasnt his fault but that only made him realise how selfless she was, how much she really loved him and how idiotic he was, he finally realised what an idiot he was, a dirty unloyal cheater is what he called himself, undeserving of the very person he vaguely remembered promising to himself that he would give his life and propose to, because, because? He didnt remember because his mind was poisened with the thoughts of the nights he spent with someone else.

He knew that the memories would rush into his mind either after she died or while he tried his best to care for her during her last few days, when he couldve been doing this for until they grew old together.

He didnt remember why he did what he did but he knew that would be the greatest regret of his life; destined to burn into his mind while he recited her very words about moving on and living his life as strong as he always did or at least now could-though she didnt say that last part herself, he knew its what he knows wont stay out of his mind.

—

And so the days went by, he had stayed home from work to comfort her while in denial about the inevitable death ((Unus Annus👀)) coming to her.

—

He gave as much love to her that he could, made her the food she desperately needed, made her feel as needed as she was to him, bathed her himself and made her feel comfortable.

Even when she knew he was cheating on her she never stopped loving him, making sure HE was alright even when her very own health was slowly dropping as the weeks passed.

She knew what he did and she still didnt stop caring for him and his health, not her own. She shuffled and shivered in his embrace, causing him to adjust the blanket on her while smiling softly, the other rested on her back hugging her closer to him.

When her breathing evened once again he continued thinking, ‘Was it worth it?’ He would sometimes think to himself while brushing her hair.

He remembered the time he asked her if he was that worth it that she would sacrifice her health for;

‘Was I that worth it?’ He asked her while he adjusted the f/a bag on her back, to which she sadly looked down and said ‘You werent supposed to find out, When that letter arrived I was supposed to leave after seeing how bad my condition is,’ he stared down at her in shock as she continued,

“If I had gotten to the letter before you and left it would all be a little better..you wouldve forgotten me and moved on, I know you wouldve. I didnt want to bother you anymore, so I figured it’d be better if I left and probably went and lived with Hanta or Jirou instead of dying and leaving my body for you to find..I didnt want to cause so much trouble for you..’ His eyed watered and so did hers when she looked up at him..

—

Driving her to what she knew would be her last festival and what he denied it to be, he held her hand as if it would be the last time he would ever get the chance to.

—

She pulled him weakly by the hand, taking him from ride to ride—while he complained about how it might not be safe enough for her to ride, she didnt listen though, she still dragged him on, the cycle kept on going with y/n taking him on rides wether he worried about her safety or not, she took him to get some food and candy from time to time, she even asked him to win the f/c bear for and he nodded.

—

They watched the fireworks with her arms wrapped around her new bear and her bag and his wrapped around her, he watched as she looked up at the bright lights in the sky, he noticed how they reflected in them.

—

When they got home, she didnt tell him that she felt more unwell than usual, she just told him that ‘I had a great night, ‘Suki. I really love you, you know?’ She hugged him while he wondered where this came from but didnt take much mind as he listened with a smile on his own, she then continued ‘When Im gone, I dont want you to be sad,’ she whispered, ‘Dont say that.’ He shook his head, arms wrapping atound her and hugging her close ‘Youll be fine, you told me youll be fine..’ ‘I know..I just want you to know that, I love you and I want you to be happy and smile, dont dwell on the past, I forgive you, you know that right?’

He nodded, picking her up and taking her to their room, undressing her and putting her pyjamas on then the same with himself while she climbed under the cover and continued, ‘I mean it okay? So dont think it was your fault’ ‘But it was’ he muttered, sadly. ‘It wasnt.’ He didnt argue, he just stayed quiet, contemplating and dwelling on how he knew it was. ‘Are you hungry? Ill go make you some f/f..’ he left the room, not waiting for an answer, leaving you to look down disappointedly.

He didnt want to listen because he knew what you were going to say. Weakly closing your eyes, your hands wrapping around your torso, you opened your eyes a few minutes later, you felt awful, you felt your time closing in you, you swallowed some saliva or at least tried to, you heard Bakugou walk back in and the smell of f/f invaded your senses, you looked up and he walked over with two trays, both holding f/f and f/d, you smiled a small smile that weakly faltered when he put the trays down on the bed and grabbed the remote to the tv in your shared room.

—

That night when he held you in his arms and ran his finger through your hair and you slowly faded away, youre heart beat faltering, to which only the bear you held—between you two chest to chest—could hear.

‘Suki?’

‘Hm?’

‘I love you so much you know that right?’

‘I know..I love you too y/n’

You smiled, hearing him as he spoke genuinely, he really did love you, he just didnt remember or realise that he did so much until he woke up the next morning, your time had come and gone, your heart—

—‘Y/n? Baby wake up, its time to get up’ he shook you softly, you still clung to both him and the bear between you both—faltered that night, it had finally given up and you had lost your last game—

—‘Y/n wake up!’ He checked your breathing, your pulse, anything he could think of to try and give himself some hope that you weren—

You didnt want to die unhappy but you didnt want to stress him or frustrate him when or if he found your body had you stayed and he didnt read the letter.

—t dead, to try and give himself some hope that you werent dead, but the large lack or little to none of heartbeat and the fact that you werent breathing only made the tears fall from his eyes faster—

Its not the time to dwell on the past anymore, you just had to focus on not being scared of what was to come next, so instead you took in as much of Bakugou as you could, you latched closer onto him and took in his warmth and tried to focus on the bear, the calm bear that basically had no idea what was happening around it.

—‘Please wake up, Please wake up’ he repeated while dialling Emergency Services—

At least Suki would have it to take care of him while you were gone. You closed your eyes, and let out one last breath, feeling his grip tighten on you, a tear ran down your cheek as death took you with a gentle touch.

—

—‘I love you’ Bakugou whispered to your grave, tears running down his face as he hugged the bear the won you at the festival the night you died in his arms..when the found his body and a note saying,

‘Bury me with the bear next to her -Katsuki Bakugou’

It turned out he really did love you?

#katsukibakugouxreader #bnha #mha #fanfic #xreader #angst #simpcave #original #kindabadending?#bakugoukatsukixreader

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wkemeup · 4 years

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What about the time reader says I love you for the first time and it's not very good timing and they dont see each other for a bit after she says it and she's worried she messed up?

+ anon request of “At what point do they say I love you cause I feel like they’re both already half way in love with each other by the time they leave the airport lol”

Im With You - Masterlist

“Doll, I really gotta go,” Bucky laughed, one foot inside the taxi, the rest of him leaning up and over the door as you kept your hands gripped into the collar of his shirt. He giggled like a kid on a playground as you pressed kisses to his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. Neither of you minded as the taxi driver impatiently blared down on the horn.

It was hard to let go of him knowing he’d be leaving for two weeks to visit Rebecca at Oxford. He was so proud the day she’d called and told him she’d been accepted to their graduate program, he’d shouted the news to the entire café at near eight in the morning, startling an old man into spilling his tea down his front. Bucky had apologized profusely, bought the man a new drink and scone to make up for the mess, but he was giddy with pride, whistling and grinning to himself, for the entire day.

Six months had passed the graduation and things had been better between Bucky and his sister. They texted once every few weeks, a short exchange here and there, simple questions about Bucky’s job and whether Rebecca had started packing yet. They were mending something that had been severed for years. It would take time. They both knew that.

But this was a good step.

“Sweetheart, stop it! I’m gonna miss my flight,” Bucky warned, trying to pull away again, though he didn’t put much effort into it. He was usually the one fighting for affection, pulling you into his arms on the street and kissing you until strangers turned away awkwardly. He liked the attention and wondered if he should travel more just to see this side of you again.

“Okay, okay,” you conceded, letting go of his shirt and he fell into his seat with a huff. His hair was messy from where your hands had run through it and he had that blissed out kind of look on his face that made your stomach twist to knots. You closed the door behind him and tapped on the roof of the taxi.

Bucky rolled down the window, resting his forearms on the frame as the driver switched on the turn signal. You stepped back to the sidewalk, giving him a short wave.

“I’ll call,” Bucky promised. He looked like a damn dream.

“I know you will,” you replied, arms folded over your chest as you smiled back at him.

The taxi started to pull out into the street and you missed him already. Bucky mouthed a last goodbye, his voice obstructed by the shout of the cabby as he cursed out the driver next to him. You laughed, following the few feet down the sidewalk to be with him just a little longer.

“Just fly safe, alright? Have fun for me,” you laughed, shaking your head at Bucky’s attempts to hold a conversation with you from his window of the taxi.

“Won’t be possible without you!” He was practically screaming. His driver looked about ready to toss him on the street.

“Goodbye, Bucky,” you teased, shaking your head as you started to back away. “Love you.”

Bucky's smile fell away in an instant. Face falling into shock. Eyes wide. “What?”

You raised a brow. You couldn’t hear him. A bike zoomed past you, keeping you from walking out to the curb. “What’s wrong?”

“What did you just say?” he called over the rush of traffic, then turning to the cab driver to get him to pull over but it was too late. The cab disappeared into the flow of cars.

Shaking your head, you pulled out your phone at the soft vibrations in your pocket, Bucky’s face illuminated on the screen, when a sudden heavy force slammed into your side, sending you spiraling to the ground. You fell with a thud against your left hip, turning to find a jogger in expensive running gear sending an apologetic grimace over his shoulder as he pointed at his watch, a signal that he needed to keep his pace and couldn’t bother to stop to help you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to find your footing again when you realized your phone had been thrown from your hands. It was a few feet into the street, but it appeared unharmed. Bucky’s name was still lit up on the screen. The slight wave of relief was short lived until a Tesla drove right over it as you took your first step off the curb, its horn screaming at you.

Your phone was in pieces.

Well, shit.

You thought about running upstairs to grab your computer before realizing Bucky took your laptop to the Apple store a few days ago after it started displaying the blue screen of death. With no access to your phone or social media, you’d just have to hope whatever he was so concerned about wasn’t a huge deal. You’d get your phone sorted out in a few hours.

Hopefully you could track him down before his flight took off.

Later, after you’d spent an hour sitting in the lobby of the cell store, waiting for your turn, you started thinking back to your goodbye with Bucky, wondering what had set him off. You’d been teasing him. It was hard to hear over the horns of the traffic and the pedestrians around you, but you were certain he’d known you were joking with him.

He said he’d call.

You told him to be safe. Have fun.

He made his corny jokes.

You said goodbye and then...

“Shit!” you gasped, hands clamping to your mouth as a mother quickly stood from her seat next to you carrying a three-year-old now repeating the curse word on a loop. She glared at you and you couldn’t hold it together enough to offer an apology.

You’d told him you loved him.

You'd known for a while, felt it almost before you’d even boarded the plane back to the city that first weekend, but you were never supposed to tell him like this. You were going to wait a few more months, when it felt like a reasonable time when most normal couples who met in a perfectly average way would have said that sort of thing.

Not as he was driving away to board a flight to London for the next two weeks.

“Oh, God,” you whined, sinking into the chair, remembering the look on his face, how his smile had fallen away, how shocked he’d been. You pinched at the bridge of your nose, your cheeks hot with embarrassment, and you tried to make yourself as small as you could manage.

It didn’t work.

“Y/n?”

You glanced up to find an employee in a red shirt calling your name. She offered you a sad smile as you hulled yourself to your feet. The look on her face was warning enough.

“It looks like we’re going to need two weeks to get the parts for your phone,” she said.

You nodded. Of course.

“You’re welcome to use one of our other devices in the meantime.” She gestured to a wall of phones, all of which were priced at rentals well over your budget. You didn’t have the spare funds to be wasting on the parts for your phone, let alone another phone entirely.

“N-No, I’ll manage,” you said dejectedly. You’d lived without a cellphone once in your life. You’d been a kid in the age before children had iPads and touchscreens were considered the peak of technology. You could get through this.

Until you realized you didn't know Bucky’s number. Or Steve’s. Or anyone that could possibly get you in contact with him once his plane landed in London. You wondered if he’d still try to call only to be met with your voicemail or if you’d freaked him out enough to keep his distance. You wouldn’t find out, you supposed. He had no way of reaching you until he got back.

It was the day Bucky was supposed to get back.

You had spent the past two weeks in constant anxiety. There had been a few times you thought about tracking down Steve at his place, but you couldn’t remember the address or how to get there. How had you become so reliant on a damn phone?

So, you sat on your couch, staring at the wall. He’d go straight home, you were sure. He'd be exhausted from jetlag and the itinerary of sights Rebecca likely dragged him and his mother on. You’d seen her email detailing the trip before he left. He'd been so excited.

You were about to go downstairs to check your mail again, hoping they’d shipped you your phone by now, when you heard a sudden pounding on the door that forced a skip in your heart.

“Y/n?! Please tell me you’re in there! Jesus— open the door.”

Bucky?

You found yourself paralyzed, terrified to even stand. The pounding continued.

“Come on,” Bucky called and you could the crack in his voice, the panic. “Don’t do this to me. I gotta talk to you. Please be home. Please be home.”

You swallowed nervously, standing on wobbling legs as you made your way to the door. He was still knocking on the other side, calling out to you and you could hear your neighbors shouting at him to quiet down, but he didn’t let up.

The moment you unfastened the deadbolt, he silenced instantly. A squeak in the floor meant he took a step back and you slowly opened the door.

He stood in the frame; dark circles under his eyes and his luggage down at his feet. He was out of breath.

Then, unable to take the tension, you boke spoke at once.

“You didn’t answer my calls.”

“A Tesla ran over my phone.”

Bucky paused, confused. “Wait-- what?”

You took a deep breath, twisting at your hands nervously, avoiding his eyes. “A, um, a Tesla ran over my phone after you left. I’ve been waiting on a replacement but the interim phones were too expensive and you took my computer to the shop earlier this week, so I haven’t been able to get ahold of anyone and I’ve been--”

“Oh, thank God.” Bucky engulfed you into his arms, causing you to stumble back a few paces into your kitchen, but he held you steady. His nose pressed in tight to your neck, arms constricting at your waist. “You weren’t picking up when I called and I thought—I thought you didn’t--”

He didn’t finish the thought.

“You did mean it, right?” he asked slowly, pulling back just enough to see your eyes. He was searching you, scanning you, but you couldn’t speak. “Tell me you did. I’ve been going crazy, doll. I almost got on a flight back about seven different times but my ma kept trying to tell me I was being nuts, but I— I couldn’t stand the idea of you not knowing I love you, too.”

“You what?” The air left your lungs, Bucky’s face still nuzzled in tight to the crook of your neck, his words slightly muffled by the cotton of your sweatshirt.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to see your face. There was a kind of relief in his eyes as a heavy breath left his lungs. He brushed a hair away from your face, thumb tracing delicately over your cheekbone.

“I love you,” he said again, so calmly, so sweetly, it ignited a storm of fireworks and butterflies in your stomach. “Please tell me I wasn’t hearing you wrong because I’ll start feeling really damn stup--”

Lips crashed to his, hands curling tight into the lapel of his jacket, as close as you could manage to get him. He smiled against your lips, the soft vibrations of his laugh warm against you, and you melded to him. It was where you should be.

Only after your lungs were tight without air, you pulled back, pressing a kiss to his cheeks, the corners of his mouth, his nose, his jaw, until he was laughing and smiling wide enough for it to wrinkle by his eyes.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you close. “So, does this mean--”

You swatted his arm, kissing him again, before you said what you’d been waiting to since the day you boarded the flight back to NYC, hand in hand, without the weight of your insecurities on your shoulders, a burden he’d helped in lifting.

“I love you, too.”

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Ok folks that’s the end of this lovely series! I’ve so appreciated the love and support on my first real attempt at fluff ♥️ I hope this sustains you through the next one shot I plan on posting (hint: it’s titled A Twice Broken Man) and my next major series about undercoverFBIagent!Bucky infiltrating Hydra 👀

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #marvel

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lipstickbisous · 4 years

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the rei brown series (2/3)

OUR LOVE REMAINS.

notes: here’s the second part!! one more after this haha. not much of a plot to these just meant to put you in your feels. butttttt, i did write this from the experience my mom had in the icu when she was a nurse.

this one is your p.o.v. and is a little bit longer but not much

i DID NOT KNOW if anyone would get offended by “latino” or “hispanic” so i used both im sorry.

LISTEN for better understanding.

also u guys REALLY LIKED the din fic so i guess...more of those?

pairing: javier peña x reader

summary: while rethinking all of the choices you’ve made in your life, memories of a certain person begin to flood in.

warnings: MORE ANGST ahahaha, childhood nostalgia, fluff ending

word count: 3.3k (these are not long chapters)

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you weren’t sure what time it was (you knew it wasn’t too late) and you hadn’t bothered to check as you stumbled through your doorway, one arm holding grocery bags and the other, your purse and papers from work. your hair had been stuck in the ponytail you threw it up in since the morning, but now, it was pulling at your scalp and giving you a headache.

managing to balance on one foot, you flipped the light switch in your entryway and watched as the first floor of your house illuminated in the night. the tiny dog you’d adopted a few months ago came padding out on the wood floors from the dining room, his tongue stuck out with loud pants to relieve himself of the texas summer heat.

with a small “hey, bub,” to your pet, you placed the groceries on the kitchen counter and slipped off your clogs, throwing them at the bottom of your stairs so that you could be reminded to take them to your room when you went upstairs. for now, you reached into the glass cabinet and grasped a dark bottle of wine. the label read a fancy word in french, but growing up in kingsville, you’d never bothered to learn the language of love. you grew up in that rich latino and hispanic culture.

this house had memories threatening to let it crumble, you knew that, but even after your parents had moved into a smaller apartment due to medical reasons and the fact that they couldn’t afford the house, you couldn’t bring yourself to move out of this town and just ditch them there--now the house was in your name. you didn’t know why it was so hard to leave--you’d been able to leave for university, but when you came back the summer after you’d graduated, something stuck. now, it had been twenty years and you had made no attempts to even leave kingsville.

you popped the cork of the wine bottle open and instantly met that musky historic smell of the red alcohol. you had seven wine glasses in your cupboards, but you never had any friends over. you might occasionally invite a few girls you knew in high school, but if you were to hang out with people, it would be at a bar on friday and saturday nights. you watched as the wine splashed around the glass and when it was filled to your satisfaction, you pushed the cork back into its place and left the bottle on the counter.

as you made your way into the living room and collapsed on the couch, the little dog you called yours jumped up onto the high furniture the best he could due to his tiny legs. you searched your couch for the remote, pulling over the cushions and pillows before finding it buried under the arm. you switched the tv on and and flipped through the channels before settling on fifty-one. your dog curled up next to your lap and closed his eyes to sleep.

you didn’t for what you were sure was the next two hours. the movie that had been playing before ended the beginning of a new one had started until you realized your glass was empty and dry and your eyelids were getting heavier. you leaned your head back before rethinking how the day had gone. you’d shown up to the hospital for work at the crack of dawn and spent the next twelve hours wheeling around patients, taking diagnostics, and carrying their dirty dishes.

it definitely had not been the job you imagined when you were ten. you’d played doctor with your stuffed animals and plushes before but in those scenarios, the patients had been obedient in kind. unfortunately, fate had not been so kind and, while sitting in front of the television with an empty wine glass in your hand, your fingers grazing over the sore spot on your wrist. it was sure to be bruised, the one on your calf had turned purple and yellow in the past few days. you hissed when you applied just a bit too much pressure.

i spent four years at a college i hated to have this. you’d put it all on the line to have this job. you thought that by being a nurse in the fucking icu, you’d be saving people everyday. instead, you were groped, spat out, and ignored by everyone there. you deserved a glass of wine every night.

you knew that this was not healthy at all and that you were intoxicating yourself with far too much alcohol but the way your back ached, your calf bruised, and your head pounded drowned out whatever warnings your brain sent you.

suddenly, you managed to catch sight of the atomic clock sitting on your kitchen counter. bright crimson letters read “1:30 am.”, and with a far too heavy sigh that awoke the small dog next to you, you set the glass on your coffee table (you’d grab it in the morning when you weren’t so sad) and flipped the tv off before sauntering up the stairs. even at your age, you had still been terrified of the dark--you could barely walk down to your basement without a flashlight and by yourself--but you found that you were perfectly fine walking in the pitch-black of your upstairs hallway. your dog was quick to follow behind you, jumping onto your bed and waiting for you as you emotionlessly entered your bathroom and looked at your reflection.

who the fuck were you? how much time had passed and yet here you were, in your fucking childhood home all alone? you’d found love with many men over the years, but you hadn’t expected them to last--and they hadn’t. what had you done? had you left some sort of imprint in the world at all? you were never one for kids, everyone you knew was well aware of that, but how were you supposed to live on even when you were dead? in reality, abandonment and loneliness was your worst fear along with--

oh god, you thought in a shriveled voice. you’re gonna be forgotten.

one part that hurt the most was the news. you’d gotten better at keeping up to date with pop culture and politics, and the pablo escobar situation had you worried for one reason and one reason only--javier peña. you’d seen him on the news, the DEA agent who had made it his responsibility and top priority to catch the famous drug lord. it was nice to see that he had gotten somewhere while the only time you’d ever really traveled was to paris for a christmas and then LA to see an old friend who you didn’t even talk to anymore.

this was your life now. mindlessly wandering around your house after work, eating microwaved leftovers and carry-out from the diner.

god, that diner. it had been one of your favorite locations in the shitty town you called home--had been. the first time you went, you were suspicious due to the fact that the actual building was a different restaurant owned by a criminal before it was a diner, but javier had practically begged you to have a late dinner with him after an afternoon spent skipping your last few periods and driving around the outskirts of town in his truck. the wind had been blowing through your hair and you hung your head out of his window, letting your arms wave around, and you could’ve sworn you had felt him looking at you.

that was the moment you were in love with javier peña.

you knew that you had been lying to yourself up until that moment because since the first day you met javier when driving past their ranch and stopping to look at the horses, you’d been in love. you couldn’t even think about how many days were spent writing poetry about him that now seemed stupid and childish. you’d told yourself it was an outlet for your feelings, but you had really written it because you were too much of a bitch to come out and tell javi. maybe that hadn’t been your fault--you’d witnessed, first hand, javier rejecting a girl in sixth grade. you watched her nod and tell him “oh, that’s okay” but then run away into the bathrooms. javier had continued on to tell you about a new foal on their farm.

you remembered the horses. you missed them too. if it hadn’t been them roaming about in the pastures, or the great stallion that caught your attention while on that family car ride, you would’ve never met javier. you weren’t sure if he judged you for it or not, but every time chucho needed help around the farm, and javier was too much of a brat and a teenager to do it, you had gladly offered. so, chucho peña had put you in charge of the foals. there was one in particular, a small one with a white coat, that had piqued your interest. there was a day, one in the middle of the summer if you could remember correctly, where you and javi had just run out to the fields while the rest of the horses stayed in their stables. javi had been excited since his father had gifted him with a new camera, and he had spent all day taking pictures of--and to this day, you still didn’t notice it--only you.

while brushing your teeth, carefully placing a small dot of paste on your toothbrush, you began to scrub in small circles. how long had it been since you and javi had last talked? even then, it had barely been a conversation. a simple exchanged of very few words, a goodbye that went misheard, and that was it. when you had called his home phone the next morning, instead of javi replying like he always did, it had been chucho’s voice instead, muffling an annoyed “hello?” but when he heard the exhaustion and lightness of your voice, he carefully explained that javi had already left.

you hadn’t felt heartbroken--not at first. in fact, there was barely any sadness in that tired head and upset stomach. you were infuriated. how could he? how dare he? he had been such a coward that he couldn’t even say goodbye and it angered you more than you thought it ever would--not that you had ever thought about javier leaving before because he said he wouldn’t even consider it. and now, he had left you alone your fucked up hometown that you’d always told him you hated so much. then, about three days alone without javier (which was something you weren’t used to) you’d realized that there was a large possibility this could’ve been your fault.

had you been a bad friend recent to his leaving? yes, you had been acting distant, but it was due to normal events, such as school and...the fact that you were hopelessly in love with him. it had been harder to talk with senior year ending and college coming up, but you hadn’t never thought he could just turn himself away like that. never.

and not once had javi tried to contact you. he, of course, knew your number by heart, but after all these years, he’d probably had hundreds of girls phone numbers--in fact, you were sure that if hadn’t been a DEA agent hooked with the most dangerous man on the earth, you would’ve expected him to be married already. you had gone to the wedding. you’d seen how the church was decorated, how each and every guest wore plastered smiles--just the idea of seeing javi made you giddy and you’d worn your best dress you could find. even after returning from university, javier didn’t visit or call. you also remembered hearing lorraine sobbing when her groom didn’t show.

javier was not the type of person to stand someone up. you didn’t know what he was like now, but as teenagers, if he ever had a date (which wasn’t often because even if you didn’t know it, he was hopelessly in love with you) he would arrive five minutes early.

the one time javi did have a date, you stayed home and watched one of his favorite movies while crying. you hated to admit that the next day, when he admitted to you he didn’t like the girl that much, you were excited.

suddenly, you remembered how this was completely your fault. you had always blamed javier for never calling or writing, but then you realized that you had never made the attempt either.

“fuckin’ hell,” you whispered and washed off your toothbrush. as a nurse, you didn’t normally cake yourself with makeup, but you did wear the average concealer, mascara, and lipstick or gloss. you took one look at your reflection and noticed that your mascara was currently running. when did i cry? you asked yourself and exited the bathroom, not bothering to remove your makeup.

your room was next door and when you walked inside, your dog was patiently waiting next to your nightstand and- god, did i leave the fucking light on again? you felt like slapping yourself until your head was straight because it wasn’t right to think about someone you haven’t seen in twenty years.

you slipped off your pants, leaving you in expensive panties you’d gotten for no reason at all. you threw off your scrubs, discarding them onto the floor with a light air sound and replacing your shirt with a tank-top. your bed had been so perfectly made that it almost annoyed you. you threw yourself onto your bed and began to rub your eyes. it wouldn’t matter if you messed up the mascara because there was nothing to mess up.

hoping the sleep would rid you of the horrible thoughts, you flipped the lamp next to your bed off and pressed a pillow to your cheek. the small dog at your feet curled up rested his eyes. you did the same.

it would’ve been physically best for your health if you had gone at least six hours of sleeping without any interruption, but one moment in the night, the phone on your nightstand began to blare its ringtone. your eyes shot open and began to burn slightly from a sudden awakening. the sound had scared your dog, who jumped to the ground in protection of whatever the source was until he realized it was the telephone. you groaned with heavy eyelids and looked to the clock. two-twenty five am. as soon as you went to answer the call, it went to dial tone.

more frustrated than before because you really just wanted to sleep, you groaned and flung yourself back into bed. of course, now you were awake.

but then, the phone began to ring again. it had seemed louder this time and your dog barked in the most un-intimidating way possible before you threw a pillow at the spot next to him to get him quiet. you held the phone close to your ear and spoke a tired, “hello?” the line was silent and at first, you were terrified because you could’ve sworn you heard someone breathing. another one of these. “hello?”

part of this was exciting to you. while it was extremely frustrating to be awoken a few hours before you normally rose to get ready for work, your mind was racing during the silent pause between you and this stranger. who could it be? perhaps it was chucho telling you that javier could be coming home, but you cursed yourself for thinking of that man and dismissed the idea. maybe it was your mom calling to tell you how your father had gotten better and, for now at least, the cancer was gone.

“(y/n)?”

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while the reason behind it remained unclear, you had always loved airports. the cleaning-product smell, the diverse people, the small restaurants, even the feeling of the carpet--or the feeling of that when in an airport, you were going somewhere.

it had always been about going somewhere. javier knew this since fifth grade, that you had always wanted to just leave kingsville, texas. maybe you would move to new york, or philadelphia, or even go to london and paris. they had been silly daydreams due to reading too many of your mother’s travel books, but paris had always looked so nice. maybe even visit mexico--you’d already been well immersed in the culture.

but that wasn’t why you were here. you were here for something that was long overdue.

after the phone call that night, you javier had made sure to call each other every other day at ten o’clock pm. there had been some days where you had to stay late at the hospital or javi was chasing sicarios and didn’t get home until midnight--those nights, you would either fall asleep or just call the next day, but you both had made a good schedule. it definitely hadn’t been the same as when you were teenagers, and you didn’t expect it to be. his voice was much deeper and raspier (you knew it was because of the cigarettes, you could practically smell them through the phone) and his voice wasn’t as...lively anymore. you felt that you couldn’t say much, though, because the years had been rough to you as well.

he had told you everything. your thoughts on how he was living was wrong--he told you of the countless informants and prostitutes, how the colombian sun was definitely hotter than the texan sun and even to him it had made a difference. when you both had too much to drink and were passing back funny stories, his was that he had grown a mustache. you had laughed at that one because if you could imagine the clean-shaved, teenage boy that javier once was with a mustache, it was a hilarious thought.

all-in-all, it had still been painful to talk to someone you knew so well like they were a stranger. at first, you had asked yourself if he’d changed but you caught yourself in the stupid thought. of course, he had changed. it had been twenty fucking years and even you had noticed the faint lines starting to appear around your face.

it had taken almost half a year of phone calls, missed and attended, happy and sad to be where you were now.

the airport bustling had also been one of your favorite things too. the countless and various voices all coming together to make a white noise that was so distinct.

you were standing near the entrance, watching as families reunited, lovers embraced, and yet you stood alone. it had been over ten minutes since when javier was supposed to show. if you were being honest with yourself, what did you expect? he would just appear out of thin air in the middle of a crowd? you hoped the flight from bogotá had been peaceful and well. there hadn’t been any storms passing by, baggage loading problems, or anything that could possibly delay the plane, so there was no reason for javier not to be there.

unless...you began to think and it had been too late to stop yourself from completing the thought. maybe he just didn’t want to.

like when he rejected that girl in sixth grade. like when he left you alone in kingsville. like when abandoned his bride at their own fucking wedding.

suddenly, you felt angry. your blood was boiling, your hands felt hot, the hair on your neck became irritating, and the winter heat of texas began to scorch, even in air conditioning. you ran a hand down your face, feeling two beads of sweat trickle down a path to your chin. your foot, which had been tapping for the past now fifteen minutes turned on its heel as you made your way to the glass doors.

your car was just outside. you wouldn’t even have to walk that far, and then you could drive home, cry yourself to sleep, and call javier about this some other time.

“(y/n)!”

tags: @pascalisthepunkest @javierpenaspinkshirt @gummiishark @cyarikaaa @larakasser @pedropasscals @honeyedspace @talesfromtheguild @absurdthirst

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dolanrings · 4 years

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ELECTRIC LOVE ll g.d.

summary: Elena Cordova always thought she had her life figured out. The plan was this - marry her high school sweetheart, work her dream job as an art teacher, two kids, and live in a beautiful home sized just right for her family. Although the high school sweetheart doesn't work out, maybe her tutor, Grayson Dolan, does.

A/N: hi this is my first fic 🥺 im new 👉🏽👈🏽+ creds to owner for the gif

Elena Cordova always thought she had her life figured out. The plan was this - marry her high school sweetheart, work her dream job as an art teacher, two kids, and live in a beautiful home sized just right for her family. But at the moment, it didn’t seem like the high school sweetheart part of the plan was working out so well.

It was the second to last week of high school and a ceremony for scholarship recipients was being hosted in the auditorium of the school. One of her family’s proudest moments was seeing Elena go onstage and win three scholarships for merits and her art. The night felt almost perfect, the one fault being Adam, her boyfriend, being a no show.

Trying not to let it bother her too much, she ran offstage to her family once the ceremony was over, being met with an abundance of flowers and balloons from her parents alone.

“I am so proud of you!” Gabriela, her mother, told her as she hugged her tight and kissed her temple. She accepted the love openly before moving on to her dad, Eduardo, who shoved more flowers her way, making her laugh.

“Congratulations sweetheart, you are officially smart enough for this family,” he teased, smiling brightly and looking like the epitome of a proud dad.

“Oh, ha, ha, you’re absolutely hilarious!” She rolled her eyes and accepted the bouquet. “And thank you for these, I hope they didn’t cost too much.”

“Can this one even go one night without spending basically hundreds on her kids?” he asked, not-so-subtly pointing to Gabriela. She playfully shoved his shoulder and he laughed, but Elena nodded in agreement anyway.

“Good point.”

Elena found herself being basically tackled as a familiar voice told her, “Congratulations, you’re rich!” When that person let her go, she looked to find that it was her best friend, Madeline, smiling at her like a goon.

“I almost died from that, if I die, I can’t be rich so be gentle with me,” she joked, and Maddy rolled her eyes before going in for a proper hug.

“Shut up, I love you,” Maddy told her before letting her go and looking at her. “No one is out here doing it like you, you’re such a baddie.”

In that moment, she felt a hand at the small of her back, which startled her at first until she looked to see it was none other than Adam. In an instant, the whole vibe changed, and her smile fell to a stony look rather than feeling happy to see him.

“She really is a baddie, huh?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice before pressing a kiss to her cheek. “My baddie.”

“It’s ugly when you say it, Adam,” Maddy deadpanned. “I hope you choke.”

“Woah, I just got here, what is with the hostility?”

“Because I hate you.”

“Aw, I love you too, Mads.”

Elena’s brother, Brandon, and her sister, Lyla, approached them then, most likely to check on what’s happening.

“Adam, dude, surprised you actually made it tonight, didn’t think we’d see you,” Brandon says to him.

“Yeah, you kinda missed the whole thing,” Lyla adds, nodding in agreement.

“I had work, I’m sorry guys,” he told them with a shrug, and Elena looked at him again, confused.

“I thought you took off for me tonight…”

“I meant to. I did, I just...I get busy, El, I must’ve forgot.”

Elena hums in acknowledgement before looking at her siblings and Maddy and grabbing Adam’s hand. “I need a minute with Adam,” she told them before dragging him along outside the building.

“What were you really doing?” she questions once they’re alone. She crosses her arms and looks at him expectantly.

“I told you, I was working!”

“Even after I asked you this morning if you were coming and you said yes?”

“I was busy this morning, I don’t even remember you asking me. I might’ve just glanced and said yes without actually thinking about it, baby, I’m sorry.”

“Adam! You fucking knew how important this was to me! For once I asked you to put me first and what do you do? You just fucking go to work and forget about me! I get put on the backburner like usual!”

“Elena, I don’t know what you want from me!”

“I want you to give me what I give you! When you have your stupid fucking games or anything else that you feel like is important, I always show up for you! But when it’s for me, it always just seems to slip your mind or something else always has to come up! Why is that, Adam, why?”

“I’m trying, Elena! But I have a life and things that matter more to me than a stupid scholarship ceremony!”

Elena huffed a breath, a little taken aback at him saying it was stupid. He seemed to know how that came out, because he sighed and started to say something.

“Stupid?”

“I didn’t mean-”

“No, I think you did.”

“Well, it’s not exactly the way I wanna spend my fucking night, Elena! Seeing that everyone’s futures are kind of being handed to them, including my own fucking girlfriend, when I can’t even get a single fucking break in life!”

“You want a break in life, Adam?”

“You know what? Yeah, I do. And I would like a break from your constant nagging about me not fitting in that dumb ass dream of yours. It’s a fucking dream for a reason, El.”

“Well, here’s your break, sweetheart. We’re done,” she scoffs, starting to walk away from him.

“Yeah, right. Get back here.” He tried to reach for her, but she doesn’t let him even touch her before turning to look at him.

“Yeah right? Adam, I am seriously done with this! I cannot and I will not continue to put time and energy into this relationship when you can’t even show up to a ‘stupid ceremony’ for a few hours when it comes to me! You think a future is being handed to people here? No, people worked hard, and want more for themselves, unlike you. You could be so successful, Adam, even maybe more than you think I am, but you don’t want to do anything! So I am not going to give you my all when you don’t want anything but to sit around and be a victim to everything, even me.”

And on that note, she walked away from him for real, not even giving him a chance to respond.

When she met with her family after so they could head home, she was quieter than usual. Her family talked around her about things like what they wanted for dinner or joking about what some people were wearing to the ceremony. Once they were home, Gabriela pulled Elena aside to ask her what was wrong, knowing that her silence was very odd. Elena just started crying in lieu of an actual response at first, and her mom hugged her tightly to comfort her.

“I just broke up with Adam,” she told her, pulling away just a little to talk, “and he didn’t even really care. But I love him, and I wish he cared and appreciated me so much more.” She went back to hugging her mom and Gabriela pet her hair as Eddy watched from a short distance.

He hasn’t seen her like this for so long, not since she was a child, so seeing her this upset was very out of the ordinary. He tried to usher everyone inside, but Brandon and Lyla just wanted to comfort her too, joining in on the hug. Eddy just joined them as well, deciding she needed this more than a moment to cry.

“This was supposed to be a happy night with good memories,” she says, sniffling, “I can’t believe that asshole ruined it.”

“Hey, mija, calm down, it’s alright. Plus, you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles with all this upset.”

“Dad!”

“Okay, okay, but can we at least go inside to talk?” Eddy asks, and this time everyone agrees and heads inside to their living room. There, Elena explains everything that happened with Adam outside with her parents sitting beside her and her siblings listening attentively.

“El, my love,” her dad started telling her, “I know you thought you had a perfect life all planned out, but you know what? Life sometimes just doesn’t work out. And that has to be okay when it doesn’t. You’re brilliant, you have such good things in life, and you will one day find someone who is ready to give you what you want and more.”

“I wanted that with Adam, dad.”

“Fuck Adam,” Brandon scoffed, and Gabriela gave him a look.

“Brandon,” she said, her voice letting everyone know it was his one and final warning.

“No, he’s right though,” Lyla spoke up, “literally fuck Adam. Right now, the focus isn’t boys and dating anyway, you need to worry about yourself first and live for you first.”

“Easy to say when the first person you guys found was the one for you, mom, and dad,” she countered, frustration evident in her tone.

“Hey, at least you got me in your same boat,” Brandon reassures. Lyla scoffed, making him look at her with a furrowed brow. “What?”

“No offense, Brandon, you know I love you, but you also need to-”

“Mmh mmh,” he started, “this is just not about me, let’s keep the focus on Elena.”

“You know what, maybe you’re right Lyla,” Elena decided. “I’m gonna be going into my first year of college and pursue the one thing I love more than anything. That really should be my focus. A nice, fresh start.”

“That’s the spirit,” Gabriela said, clapping and standing up, starting to make her way to the kitchen. “Let’s celebrate with dinner! And a movie, someone pick something!”

Lyla got up and followed her mom to the kitchen to grab utensils to set up the dinner table while Brandon and Eddy both started to fight for the remote.

In the time following this, her fresh start really did begin, starting with spending a good month of her summer in Puerto Rico with her family and Maddy following graduation. There, they visited beaches, went to nightclubs, and visited a lot of her family. Following that, they got back home to New Jersey, and Elena went right back out to Maddy’s beach house, spending lots of time taking pictures and visiting the boardwalk.

As fun as her summer was, she shifted gears when the time came down to it, and it was truly a rough start when making the transition from high school to college. She had a lot on her mind and lots of stuff to juggle, plus she still found herself thinking of Adam and their downfall. Breaking up with him was something she definitely needed to do, but it didn’t make it any easier to just forget about him. On top of that, she had a job in the library that she really needed, and found useful since she was able to do some coursework on shift if it was slow enough. It was a rough start, indeed, but once she really got the hang of it and made some friends, she was able to finish off strong and make for a decent freshman year.

Her first semester of sophomore year is the one that she was in for a treat with. It was Monday morning and she was a couple minutes early to her 10:50 Calculus class in order to get a good seat. The professor promptly started at 10:50, even though a few people were still piling in. One guy came in later than the rest by about eight minutes. As if that wasn’t enough for him to have Elena’s attention, he had lengthy hair that fell just past his ears and he was wearing grey sweats paired with a plain blue tee. Elena had to shake it off though, reminding herself that her focus was her career and not boys.

The professor ended class a little early, which Elena appreciated since she had a shift at noon and this class was cutting close to that. In her rush to leave, she didn’t notice that she was going to run into someone, and that someone knocked the book out of her hands.

“Oh fuck, I’m really sorry about that,” he said, picking up the book and handing it to Elena. He held onto it just a second too long while looking at her, distracted by the fact that she was actually very pretty.

“It’s fine,” she rushed out, brushing hair behind her ear and taking the book back. “Thanks for picking it up.”

He didn’t even get to say anything in response before she was rushing out of the classroom and making her way to the library. On her way there, she texted Maddy and Brandon in their group chat.

elena: omg i just bumped into the hottest guy in the whole entire world ???

elena: adam who??

brandon: omfg el not this, please

maddy: be honest - scale of one to ten, how hot???

elena: eleven !!!

maddy: sis. get him.

brandon: no !!! no, do not get ANYTHING you don’t need this rn

elena: but brandon he’s literally an ELEVEN if not a twelve

brandon: i am so over this gc ! when are we ever gonna talk about intellectual things??

elena: never bc you also come to us to talk about cute boys soooo

brandon: excuse you i would never

elena: ANYWAY he is the loml

maddy: YES !! FUCK ADAM FR SIS MOVE ON GET THE ELEVEN-TWELVE GUY !!!

Elena just laughed and put her phone away to clock in for what she already knows will be a very uneventful shift. It’s the first day back and she didn’t even have much to do class wise, since Calc was her first and only class for today. She decided to just sit and look over her syllabus all the way through while watching out for anyone who might come in and check out textbooks and other stuff for first class homework.

While Elena was working, Plain Blue was still in the classroom, trying to remember what he was trying to do before the collision. His brain was caught in that moment, though, wondering where she was off to so quickly.

The sound of their professor shuffling papers suddenly pulled him from his thoughts and reminded him he needed the syllabus.

“Hi,” he greeted, and the professor looked up at him.

“Ah, yes. You’re the late one.”

“Actually, I’m Grayson, but late one works too. I actually need a copy of the syllabus, being that I was late.”

“And what was more important than being on time for my class?” the professor asked. He wasn’t actually upset, but Grayson didn’t catch onto that, since he was a bit stressed by the situation.

“I was in a different class, I kinda messed up my schedule and this one conflicted with a gen ed I need too, so I was trying to fix it before school started, but the freakin’ registrar—”

The professor stopped him with a simple raise of his hand before pulling out a syllabus and handing it to Grayson. He sighed and took it, relieved that this professor wasn’t some kind of asshole.

“It was a joke, kid, I get it. Life happens. Sorry about your rough start today.”

“Thank you,” Grayson said, glancing at the time. “Fuck, I’m sorry sir, I have another class that I’m now running late to.” Before the professor could even say anything else, he was rushing out of the room, shooting a text to his twin brother, Ethan, about his horrible day.

grayson: bro im having the worst ducking day in my entire ducking life

grayson: FUCKING* FUCK

ethan: u need to relax

grayson: i was late to my second class and now i am late to my third why did i make my schedule back to back

He hit send on that text and entered the library, taking a quick glance at the front desk and seeing the girl he bumped into earlier. He then typed out another message to his brother while making his way towards her.

grayson: now i am about to be more late :)

About halfway through her shift, a familiar face approached the front desk and smiled at her before he started talking.

“Hey, I saw you in math class this morning,” he informed, leaning against the counter. She sat up and eyed him curiously.

“Yeah, and you’re the klutz who knocked the book out of my hands.”

“I said sorry, no?” Elena shrugged and he just continued talking. “That very same book is why I’m here actually. I was wondering if I could cop pictures of your textbook for the homeworks.”

“Oh, so I don’t even know you by name or anything, and I’m just supposed to let you take pictures of my book because you...asked nicely?”

“I-I’m Grayson, if that helps with the name part,” he told her, standing up straight and holding his hand out for her to shake. Her eyes flickered between his hand and his face for a bit before she decided to just shake his hand anyway.

“Elena,” she said simply. “Let’s say I do let you take pictures of my textbook, Grayson. What do I get out of it?” she asked him, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

“A very good friend,” he says with a smile, also resting his chin in the palm of his hand. In her mind, it was so very endearing and she wanted to smile very badly, but externally she made sure to remain unimpressed.

“Are you good at math?” she asked, and he nodded once.

“I’d say so.”

“In exchange for the textbook pictures, how about you help me figure all this stuff out so I can pass.”

Grayson smiles more and pulls out his phone, unlocking it before holding it out for her to take. “How about you give me your number and we can try to work something out?’

Internally, she was really shook up by the fact that this really hot guy wanted her number. Externally, she remained calm and took his phone, putting her number in it.

#grayson dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan fan fic #grayson dolan au #college au #hehe im scared #e.l.1

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probably-writing-x · 4 years

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Admittance Pt.2

Guzmán x Reader

Request by @twoghostsandelowen : Is it gonna be a Admittance part 2? maybe when Andér finds out or something? Please don’t leave me like that, i wanna know what’s happening next ❤️

Requests are open🤍

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“Hey, hey, it’s fine, let it out,” Guzmán encourages, rubbing your back as he held back your hair.

He’d been doing this far too often recently as you found yourself being sick at school more and more often. It had been a week since you’d been to the hospital to confirm that you were pregnant and still nobody else knew. You couldn’t even think of telling certain people - your brother being top of that list.

Guzmán pulls out a water bottle from his bag and hands it to you, “Here.”

You smile and take it from him as he pushes himself off from the floor of the girls bathrooms.

“Sorry you keep having to do this,” You comment with a groan as you stand up too.

He laughs a little, “Holding your hair back whilst you’re sick with the fear that anybody could walk into the toilets and see me here? You’ve got nothing to apologise for.”

You roll your eyes and he laughs gently at you, wrapping an arm around you with ease.

“Come on, lets go before first period starts.”

Somehow, you’d managed to make this work for the full week. Guzmán had been texting you non-stop in the evenings to show you different articles he’d found or different blog pages that he thought explained pregnancy well. He’d even shown you articles about ‘how to tell the family’. He’d been there for you as he said he would be, granted it had only been a week. But there was something about the way he watched every single one of your movements in class that convinced you he would last longer than a week.

“Did you get the information through about the appointment?” Guzmán glances over his shoulder as he asks you, making sure the coast was clear before he even mentioned it.

“Yeah, it’s at the start of next week if that’s okay,” You nod, “I was actually thinking that Ander could come with us if-“

“If we’ve told him by then,” Guzmán finishes for you, “That’s a great idea (Y/n), but how are we supposed to tell him this?”

You go to respond just as Ander and Omar begin walking down the corridor towards you.

“Hey, guys,” Ander says with a slight frown at the sight of you two together again.

Guzmán greets him as if nothing is wrong as all four of you walk into class.

- - - - - -

“How come you’ve been spending so much time with Guzmán?” Ander asks you as the two of you wash the dishes from dinner.

“I told you, we’ve just been going through some revision - he’s really set on graduating this year so he’s asking for all of the help he can get.”

Graduating. Would you even be able to graduate anymore?

“Why did he only ask you?” Ander laughs, “If he wanted help, maybe he should’ve asked someone that could actually help him.”

You hit his arm and roll your eyes, “I’m not an idiot Ander.”

“If you say so! I’m heading out with Omar later, you can come with us if you want to? We’re just going for a few drinks,” Ander explains, drying his hands on the towel and handing it to you.

“No that’s okay, I’ll stay here. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” You jab as he leaves to go and get ready.

You find yourself texting Guzmán straight away to say the coast would be clear. Your mother was at a board meeting this evening and Ander wouldn’t be around - perfect time for you two to talk through some things.

- - - - - -

And, as if by clockwork, Guzmán is sat opposite you only a five minutes after Ander and Omar had left.

“Okay, so I figured there’s a lot that we need to talk about so I thought we should just ask each other any questions that we have and just get it all out into the open. You know, no such thing as a stupid question and I-“

“I’ll go first,” Guzmán places a hand on your knee from where he’d mimicked your position of sitting cross legged on the bed, “How are you feeling?”

You take in a deep breath and try to calm yourself, “I’m okay, I’ve eaten a bit more today and actually kept it down. I feel a bit off balance? I didn’t really expect that.”

“I mean there’s another person in your belly, I’m not surprised if that feels a bit weird.”

“It’s not another person,” You roll your eyes, “Theyre only like this big.”

“Okay, okay,” Guzmán smiles, “Your question.”

“How are you feeling?”

He shifts in his position, legs not exactly fitting into crossing like yours did, “Im fine (Y/n), honestly.”

“Did you mean what you said? About being there through it all?”

“I think it’s my turn to ask a question,” He cocks a brow, “Why would you think I wouldn’t mean it?”

You sigh, “It’s a big commitment Guzmán! And in nine months from now, you should be going out into the world and graduating and starting your future. You shouldn’t be tied down to me or to this whole situation just because of one summer.”

“(Y/n), this whole ‘situation’ was because of both of us. The baby might be inside you but it’s still half mine and half yours. I’d be a pretty shitty person if I expected that to mean I’d never have any responsibility. I know I might not be the model guy to have a baby with but I wouldn’t have chosen you either,” He jokes, nudging your leg slightly, “I meant what I said, if that answers your question.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “This is big, Guzmán.”

He frowns mockingly, “I thought you said it was only this big so far.”

You roll your eyes and reach out a foot to jab him in the ribs. He jumps back and laughs, hopping off of the bed and coming round to wrap an arm around you.

“One good thing about having a baby with me - you don’t have to worry about it being ugly,” He points out, “As long as it looks more like me than you.”

You elbow him in the ribs this time as he laughs but still doesn’t release his arm from around you. So the two of you stay like that together for a long time, asking each other different questions whenever they popped into your head - so much so that you don’t even pick up on the time.

- - - - - -

A few hours must have passed when you bolt awake, Guzmán still beside you having fallen asleep too.

“Guzmán,” You hiss, nudging at his sleeping frame to wake him up, “Guzmán!”

He groans and blinks the fatigue out of his eyes, “What time is it?”

“We fell asleep! Ander and Omar will be back any mi-“

As if you’d set off a terrible chain of reactions, you hear as Ander’s key pushes into the door and he comes into your home.

“(Y/n)?” He calls out and it’s like you’re practically following his path through the house to look for you.

Right up until the moment that he’s stood at your doorway. Omar follows behind and the look that you share tells you he knows this doesn’t end well already.

“Is this studying too?” Ander gestures between the two of you sat on the bed, “Seems like you two have been doing a hell of a lot of studying recently.”

“Ander I can explain-“

“Why don’t you both explain yourselves? What’s this? Some secret affair behind my back?” Ander scoffs, “You couldn’t have just told me?”

“It’s not what you think, honestly,” You continue, “Ander please just calm down.”

“Calm down?” He laughs, “You seriously think you two can just be together and not think I’m going to react? You’re fucking my best friend, (Y/n).”

“Ander!” Guzmán pipes up, stepping forward to stand beside you, “She doesn’t need this kind of stress, okay? Can we be mature about this?”

Ander laughs outwardly, “How would you know what the hell she needs?”

“Because she’s pregnant with my child Ander.”

The words fall like boulders to the ground below, practically dropping the temperature another five degrees as they do. You were certain that it wasn’t the baby causing the sickness that bubbled inside you.

Guzmán looks at you like he’s just done the worst thing imaginable, helplessness seeping into those eyes like he’s terrified of your reaction. He didn’t seem to care about what Ander would say - just you.

“You’re pregnant?” Ander’s shoulders drop like he’s lost his ability to fight back.

“I promise I was going to tell you soon, I just wanted to be sure of everything first and I didn’t want it to happen like this.”

“You got my sister pregnant?” Ander turns all of his attention to Guzmán, “You couldn’t keep your fucking hands away from her, huh?”

“It wasn’t like that, it was never like that, it was over summer an-“ Guzmán tries to continue, looking more innocent than ever as he stumbles over his words.

Ander stops him quickly as he grips onto the material of Guzman’s shirt and shoves him against the wall, face close to his as he seethes with unstopping anger, “You could’ve gone for anybody, anybody! And you went for my sister? My fucking twin sister?!”

Guzmán doesn’t respond.

“And now what? You get her pregnant and expect her whole life to change just because of one of your mistakes?!” Ander yells, “You make me fucking sick!��

With that, he shoves Guzmán to the side and comes straight over to you. It’s like an instant switch as soon as you’re in his sight. He was seeing you in a completely different light - someone he needed to protect now more than ever.

“I want you tell me everything okay, everything I can do, whenever you need me an-“

“Ander,” You settle a hand on his arm, “I won’t be on my own. We’re-“

“Don’t tell me you think he’s going to stay by your side through this,” Ander shakes his head, looking between you and Guzmán, “You’re both as delirious as each other.”

With that, he gives up on both of you and storms back out of the room. You were relieved when Omar followed quickly after him, you dreaded the thought of him being alone after something like that.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry, it just slipped out and I-“ Guzmán sighs, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m so sorry.”

You don’t find any energy in you to respond and instead turn and wrap your arms around him, letting him hold you close and confirm to you that you wouldn’t be alone. You couldn’t believe that Ander was right. The thought of being a mother was terrifying enough, let alone being a single mother before the baby was even born.

- - - - - -

Guzmán went home late that night and you’d passed Anders room to see him sleeping beside Omar -relieved that there wouldn’t be anymore arguments for the rest of the night.

The next morning would be a different matter.

“Morning, Omar,” You say as you’re walking down the stairs and he’s just about to walk up.

“Hey,” He offers you a small smile.

“How is he?”

He glances over to the dining room where Ander was sat staring aimlessly into a cup of coffee, “He took it pretty hard last night, and I think he’s trying to process everything. I think more than anything he regrets what he said to you both but he’s too proud to admit it.”

You nod and keep your eyes focused on your brother, “Thank you, I’ll see you later, okay? Or I’ll shout for help if I need it.”

He laughs and squeezes your arm for some slight reassurance before you head through to the kitchen.

Ander glances up as you walk in, swallowing a gulp of his drink, “Morning. Did you sleep okay?”

You pour yourself some juice and sit across from him at the island, “Yeah, did you?”

He nods, “Eventually, took me a while to switch my mind off.”

You look down, “Me too.”

The silence falls and it breaks your heart a little to know you’d caused all of this.

“I’m sorry for how it happened, Ander. I never wanted you to find out like that.”

“I know,” He mumbles, “I didn’t expect to find out I’d be an uncle that way either.”

“I guess not, but you’re still going to be an uncle.”

“How far along are you?” He glances up, eyes flicking to your stomach for just a moment.

“Six weeks, I have my first scan next week. They should be able to detect a heartbeat by then,” You explain, “I only told Guzmán last week.”

“What happened over summer?” Ander continues, “I don’t need all of the details.”

You smile a little, “I’m not sure I know either. Guzmán and I spent a lot more time together than normal and one thing led to another. It wasn’t just a one time thing.”

“So you two are together now?”

“No, no,” You half-laugh, “I knew how you’d react to that, it didn’t seem worth the risk.”

“And he’s willing to be there for you and to father this child?” Ander continues, like he was forcing the pieces of the puzzle to connect in his head.

“I believe him Ander, he’s been really supportive so far and he wants whats best for me, and for the baby,” You encourage, “It’s his baby just as much as it is mine.”

“Okay,” Ander takes a deep breath, setting his coffee down onto the table, “Im not saying I completely believe, or trust, him but I trust your judgement. And I want you to know that if anyone is capable of doing something like this - God it would be you. And you’re not going to be on your own.”

You smile and reach over the table to squeeze his hand, “Thank you, Ander.”

“Uncle Ander and Uncle Omar, huh?” He grins, “I like the sound of that.”

You laugh and it feels like the best thing he could’ve said in that moment. It feels like everything you needed to hear wrapped into one small morning conversation between just you two.

Uncle Ander and Uncle Omar. It did have a nice ring to it.

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years

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Yesterday Once More

(Yo man this gif makes me and my vagina feel things) HAHAHAHA

Convict Mark Tuan X Private Investigator Reader (with a hint of Jaebum)

Genre: Angst, Murder Mystery, Crime, Past Lovers, Love triangle?

Word count: 10.2k (I’ve decided to break this down in to multiple parts because I don’t know how long I plan on making this story)

Summary: You’re a criminal investigator and you’re currently working on a cold case when your chief calls you in and lets you know that he has another case he wants you to work on. When you find out that your ex-boyfriend Mark is being suspected of first degree murder, you mind is all over the place. After agreeing to take on his case and seeing him again for the first time in over three years since your break up, it’s in those moments that you realize that you put both yourself and your relationship with your boyfriend and colleague Jaebum in danger as your feelings for Mark return.

A/N: I’ve been watching too many episodes of cold case files and forensic files on netflix during this quarantine so this is what came out of it. Honestly this story is all over the place I apologize. Happy reading!

“Hey y/n, I’m going on a coffee run. Did you want your usual?” You smiled at the younger boy and shyly nodded.

“Yes please! Thank you BamBam.”

He was a new recruit in the criminal investigations department that you were hired under and since you’ve been working in your unit for almost three years now, your boss assigned you to be his mentor. So far things were going quite well for him. BamBam was a great listener, very attentive and paid close attention to detail. He was also very funny, kind and extremely dedicated to making sure he tried his best to prove to your boss that he made the right decision in hiring him.

He’d always ask you questions and at first you didn’t necessarily care for his need to know every single detail. But you couldn’t blame him. Hell, as soon you entered the police program and graduated from college, you were itching to get out and start solving crime cases. However, your boss would always come up with reasons as to why you couldn’t go out in to the field just yet. It took almost two years for you to finally get promoted in to the position you were in and even then, you weren’t exactly where you wanted to be.

You were currently working on a cold case and it was already the fifth day since you first started doing your research and you were pretty proud with how much you’ve discovered within the last few days. All those late nights and the fact that you only got a total of six hours of sleep in the last week were worth it. As you began to flip through the folders that contained all the evidence from the crime scene in order to see what the previous detectives failed to notice, the gentle knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, are you busy?” You smiled softly at the handsome man leaning against the door frame before giving him a small grin.

“Never too busy for you Im Jaebum. What can I do for you?” He walked in to your office and shut the door behind him before making his way over to you. He motioned for you to stand up before sitting down in your chair and pulling you on to his lap.

“How’s everything going baby?”

His lips were quick to find yours and you began to lose yourself in to the kiss for a few moments until you came to your senses.

“You’re always such a distraction. It’s like you purposely come in here to interrupt me so that you can get promoted to senior investigating specialist. You know your kisses are my weakness. Asshole.”

The giggle against your neck brought warmth to your cheeks as Jaebum began to leave soft kisses along the juncture of your neck.

“I just miss my girlfriend. Is there a problem with that? You’ve been staying here almost every day and night for the last week working on this case. It’s okay to take a break you know y/n. Don’t tire yourself out or else you’re going to get really sick. How about tomorrow, we take the day off and I can take good care of you. What do you think?” With the way he began to suck and nibble on your jaw, you knew exactly what he meant by taking care of you. The thought sent shivers down your spine but you found yourself playfully shoving him while rolling your eyes.

“And here I thought you were worried about my well being. How am I supposed to relax and recharge if you plan on rearranging my guts? If I take the day off tomorrow, I plan on sleeping the entire day. I’m exhausted.”

This earned you the most adorable pout from your boyfriend. “But babe, we haven’t had sex in weeks. I’m dying here. As much as I love watching our homemade videos, it’s not the same as making love to my pretty girl. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll take the lead and you just have to lay there looking like the goddess you are. Don’t lie y/n, you miss me blowing your back out. You miss my cock being buried deep in your cunt. You miss my tongue licking against your soaking pussy as my fingers get lost while pumping in and out of you. Fuck, I swear, the next time I make love to you I’m going to make sure you’re unable to move—“ the knock on the door made you quickly get off of Jaebum’s lap before pushing him under your desk. No one knew that the two of you were together other than the chief officer and you liked it that way.

Your relationship was nobody’s business but yours and your boyfriend’s. Relationships in your department were frowned upon, but you and Jaebum have been together a little while before you both got accepted in to the criminal investigation unit. You met the older boy back when you had joined the police academy and although the two of you had a rocky start because you were both extremely competitive, the two of you became the best of friends just a few months after your training.

Jaebum has been there for you through every trial and triumph. He was there when you were shot in the shoulder by an armed robber and he stayed with you in the hospital for the entire two weeks you were there for. He was there when you were promoted to the position you were currently employed as, he was there when your car broke down and helped you jump start it, he was there for you when your cat got sick and you didn’t know what to do, and he was there for you during the biggest heartbreak of your life. In fact, the heartbreak is what actually brought the two of you together.

In those moments that he would hold you close to his chest and rubbed your back as you cried over your ex boyfriend, how he would buy you all your favorite foods and drank with you to help you take your mind off of things, how he’d try and find activities for you both to do so your mind didn’t wander off to your failed relationship, for all the nights he stayed up listening to you vent about the unfortunate situation you were in, you fell for him and when he kissed you right after you thanked him for everything he’s done for you, you knew he felt the same way about you. That was two years ago and you’ve been in love with him ever since.

Jaebum was your best friend, your safe haven. He made you feel loved, cared for, appreciated and he made sure you were aware of the fact that you meant everything to him whether he did it verbally or physically.

“Hey y/n, here’s your coffee. By the way, boss man is looking for you. Would you happen to know where Jaebum is? I got him a doughnut.”

You thanked him politely before motioning for him to hand you over the pastry. “I haven’t seen him but I was just about to call him in to my office for a meeting so I can take that from you. Thanks again BamBam. Although, please stop spending your hard earned money on us. Just keep working hard, that’s all we want from you. Keep up the good work and your time to shine will come soon.” He smiled at you before taking his leave.

Right after he left your office, Jaebum came up from underneath the table and reached for his donut. “Speak for yourself y/n, I love the fact that we have our own personal butler and the fact that he’s so obedient. Oh yeah, sorry. I forgot to tell you, I was just so focused on your beautiful face—ow. It still bothers me that you’re not this rough in bed. Chief wants to talk to you.”

You looked up at him in curiosity as he took a bite out of his donut and leaned in to take a sip of your coffee.

“Do you know what for?” He shrugged indifferently before offering you a bite of his donut. You took a large bite and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips, causing sugar to fall all around the lower part of his face.

“He didn’t say, but it sounds pretty serious so you better get going or else he’ll think we’re fucking in here. Although, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I’ve been thinking about the last time I had you up against this desk. Your noises sounded so fucking sexy as I pounded in to you—babe. Stop with the abuse. Hurry up and go talk to chief so we can ditch this popsicle stand and I can have my way with you. I love you.”

You connected your lips with his once more before attempting to leave your office. “I love you too. Now get back to work Im.” He playfully slapped your butt while pushing you towards the door. While making your way to the chief’s office, you couldn’t help but feel nervous at the thought of what he wanted to talk to you about. You knocked on his door three times until you heard him call you inside.

“Y/n, just the person I wanted to see. Where’s lover boy? I wanted to talk with him too.” You nodded in understanding before offering to go get Jaebum but he shook his head and began dialing Jaebum’s office phone.

“Im Jaebum. I gave you one simple task. Were you too busy sucking off y/n’s face to hear me tell you to come with her? Now hurry up, there’s no time to waste.”

He playfully rolled his eyes at the thought of your boyfriend before grinning at you. “How’s my favorite private investigator? I heard you’ve been practically living here for the last week. Y/n don’t get me wrong, I love how dedicated you are to this job and I see good things happening for you very soon. But my dear, your health comes first. I love your enthusiasm and the fact that you want to crack this case, but I’m forcing you to stay home tomorrow. Okay? That’s actually why I have you here now, if only your boy toy would hurry up—ah there he is. You always seem to walk in just as I’m talking bad about you. Hmmm, I don’t know how to approach you about this y/n and that’s why I felt the need to call Mr.Im in here, but there’s a very important assignment I need you to do for me. I’m going to need you to put that cold case on hold for a little while so you can put your focus on this case for the time being. You know you’re like a daughter to me and that I’d never do anything to hurt you or to put you in any danger. You’re the only person I know that can get some answers out of our current suspect.”

You gave him a look of curiosity and you could feel yourself getting worried with the way he was acting so secretively. As the next words fell from his mouth, you felt your heart sank to your chest and it was if you couldn’t breathe.

“Mark Tuan is being charged for first degree murder.”

You haven’t heard that name in years and now that you’re hearing it with the word murder in the same sentence sent a stabbing sensation to your gut.

Mark Tuan was the love of your life. He was the man you so badly wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The two of you began dating in your sophomore year in high school after you were partnered up for a science project and to say you were in love with him was an understatement. He meant everything to you. You were over the moon for him. Unfortunately, your perfect little world with him came crumbling down just a few weeks after your 23rd birthday.

When you and Mark graduated from high school, you went straight in to college to study for your degree in criminal justice as he went in to engineering. You were also a little more than five months in to your training at the police academy so you were happy that things were finally coming together for you. However, the call that you received at 2:30 in the morning from Mark’s younger brother Joey made you feel nauseous. The memories of the last night you’ve seen him were all coming back to you like a punch in the face.

Three Years Ago

Knowing you had a midterm the next morning, you went to bed early that night and didn’t get to watch the news. You failed to see the headline about a bunch of college students being busted for drugs. Unfortunately, one of the students just so happened to be your boyfriend.

The buzzing of your phone woke you up and you were upset at the thought of it being your boyfriend. He hadn’t contacted you the entire day and you had thought it was because he was busy studying for his midterm. When you read the caller id, you sat up immediately and began to worry. Joey never called you unless he needed to reach Mark. Why was he calling you in the wee hours of the morning? You couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong.

“Hey Joey, is everything okay?” You heard him whispering through the phone but you couldn’t quite understand what he was saying.

“Sorry Joey, I can’t hear you. What’s wrong?” It was then that you heard him sniffling and the sound made you frown.

“It’s Mark. I’m going to need you to come help me. Please. I’m not old enough—“

Your stomach began to hurt and you could feel your heart rate increasing. What did he mean he wasn’t old enough? Old enough for what? And what happened to your boyfriend?

“Joey, what’s going on? Where are you?”

The phone went silent for a few seconds as if he needed a moment to breathe before speaking up.

“I’m at the police station in downtown. Mark’s been arrested.” When you heard that your boyfriend was arrested, especially at the location that you have been currently interning at, it made you numb. So many thoughts were running through your mind. What did he do to get arrested? Why did he call his younger brother of all people? Why didn’t he reach out to you? He must’ve been so scared and you were extremely worried for him. You couldn’t think about anything but the man in question, which is why you quickly changed in to some jeans and a t-shirt before making your way to the police station.

You were regretting driving there by yourself since your mind wasn’t all there, but there was no time to call for a cab, nor did you want to have someone else to take you and your boyfriend back home. Once you arrived to the station, you saw Joey sitting on the front steps and you immediately made your way up to him and pulled him in to a hug. When you heard his sobs as he tightly held you, you felt bad for the younger boy. Mark was his biggest inspiration, his role model. You couldn’t imagine how nervous and scared he must’ve been hearing that his older brother was in jail.

“He didn’t want you or our parents knowing, that’s why he called me. But you have to be 21 to bail someone out and I didn’t know what to do.”

You sighed before making your way in to the station. One of the officers who had been training you looked at you in confusion when he saw you walking in to headquarters.

“Hey y/n, what are you doing here?” You gave him a sad smile.

“My boyfriend, Mark Tuan. He’s been arrested. I’m here to bail him out.”

The officer furrowed his brows before motioning for you to follow him. When he took you to his office instead of guiding you to your boyfriend, you were confused. But when he began to inform you as to why Mark was arrested in the first place, you felt like you were about to throw up.

“Your boyfriend is a drug dealer. He’s been dealing drugs for months. Whether or not he’s been doing them himself, we’re not too sure. But we’ve been tracking him and a few of his friends for months until we decided to catch all of them in the act. It wasn’t just marijuana y/n. He had all the hard stuff. Cocaine, heroin, meth, LSD, you name it. He was selling it to dozens of people. You can have him for tonight, I wasn’t actually going to let him go. But I like you, I think you’re one of the best rookies we have here. He’s a lucky guy to have you y/n, but his court case is next week Thursday. We’re giving him time to find a good lawyer since he refused to talk to us at all. His friends all claim that he’s the leader but I don’t know, I’ve been working here for over 25 years. I don’t get those vibes from him. I just need you to sign some papers and you’re good to go.”

You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend is a drug dealer. The officer’s words went through one ear and out the other. You didn’t know what to think or how to feel. You were numb and you didn’t know how you’d react when seeing him. After you were done carelessly filing the paperwork, the officer brought you over to his cell and you were quick to notice his broken expression when he saw you. Your boyfriend slowly made his way over to the opening before following behind you. The officer gave you a sad smile before pulling you in for a hug and whispered for you to take it easy. Once you made your way outside, Mark stomped over towards Joey and shoved him.

“What the fuck, I told you to come for a reason. I didn’t want y/n knowing!—“

You grabbed at his wrist and pulled him away from the younger boy. You could feel your blood boiling now that the situation was finally hitting you. The love of your life was a criminal and you weren’t going to stand here and act as if nothing was wrong.

“Don’t you dare yell at him! He called me because he didn’t know what to do. Would you rather him have called your parents? Is your mind too fucked up with drugs to remember that NINETEEN YEAR OLDS CAN’T BAIL PEOPLE OUT OF JAIL?! What the fuck is wrong with you? Drug dealing? You’re a drug dealer? When—why—how—who—I can’t even think. I work here Mark, you know that. I was going to find out sooner or later. How could you do this? Did you not think you were going to get caught? Drug dealing is a criminal offense and you can be sent to jail for years. I am a criminal investigator in training, do you know how pathetic I must look that my boyfriend is a fucking drug dealer? I can’t even look at you right now.”

You turned away from him, refusing to look at his tears as they began to fall from his cheeks. Mark was a very emotional person, it was one of the things you loved most about him. He cried over many things and it was cute that he was such a sensitive guy. But he had no right to cry right now because he was in the wrong.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I can explain—”

You scoffed. “Well get to it, because I’m going to start saying things I may or may not even mean.”

He walked up to you and brought his hands down to your waist and you absentmindedly allowed him to do so while leaning in to his chest. Although you were mad at him, he was still your boyfriend and you couldn’t help but feel worried for him. You knew no matter how good of a lawyer he hired, he was going to jail.

“I don’t know where to start. I guess when we started talking about settling down and moving in together, I wanted to be able to provide you with nothing but the best because it’s what you deserve. I overheard a few guys in my class talking about how they were making a lot of money in such a short amount of time and I decided that I wanted to hear what they were doing to get their income. It was then that I found out they were drug dealers. They began to talk about just how much they made and they told me they’ve never been caught before, so I thought maybe I would do that until I saved up enough money to get us a nice place. I don’t know what I was thinking or why I did this shit for so long. But I did it with you in mind baby, this was all for you.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. It’s as if he was blaming you for his stupid decisions. He couldn’t possibly think he became a drug dealer for your sake. He was out of his mind. You were quick to pull away from his embrace and scowled at him before you began to hit at his chest.

“You did this for me? You threw your life away for me? That’s a fucking joke right? None of this shit is for me Mark. There are so many jobs out there, you were a fucking engineering major for fucks sakes. If you just waited a little longer until you graduated, you’d be set for life but no. You gave in to temptation and now you’re going to jail for God knows how long. Don’t you dare for one second think you did this for me. You might think you did, but you didn’t. If you had actually thought about me at least once, then you would’ve known how much I am against drugs and how I would be so upset like I am right now. I’m a fucking police officer in training Mark are you stupid? Did you really believe those guys when they said you’d never get caught? You’re a piece of art you know that?”

His sobs became louder with every word you were throwing at him because it was true. He was a fucking loser who broke your trust but more importantly, he broke your heart.

“Baby—“ you shook your head.

“Don’t call me that. We’re over Mark. I refuse to continue dating someone who purposely breaks the law and thinks about no one but himself. What about your family huh? Did you ever think about how this is going to affect them? Joey was crying because he was worried about you! What more your parents Mark? And school. You’re going to get expelled. You don’t think do you? Apparently you’re all over the fucking news. I can’t even process this whole situation. Joey, please make sure he gets home okay. And help him find a good lawyer, he’s going to need it.”

As you began walking away, the tight tug on your wrist ultimately prevented you from doing so. “You’re really going to throw away six years of our relationship just because I made a mistake? Everyone makes mistakes y/n. Nobodies perfect. You’re supposed to be here for me during such a time like this. Do you not love me?” You ripped your hand away before roughly jabbing at his chest.

“Don’t give me that shit. You know how much I love you. I love you with every fiber of my pathetic being. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you. I’d do anything you’d ask me to. You mean the entire world to me Mark. I don’t need anything else in this world other than you. But you let greed and your pride get in the way. You were so money hungry that you were willing to put our relationship and your education on the line. I used to talk so negatively about drug dealers and how I thought they were scumbags. Did you forget that my uncle dealt drugs? It ruined our entire family. Did you think just because you were my boyfriend that I’d let you off the hook that easily? It doesn’t fucking work that way Mark. Have a nice life.”

You ran towards your car and drove to an empty parking lot in order to cry your heart out. You just lost your best friend, your soulmate. The man who meant everything to you because of his selfish decisions. What were you going to do now? After you let everything out, you made your way back to your apartment and continued to cry for what felt like hours until you finally fell asleep. You ended up missing the midterm but begged your professor to allow you to retake it given the circumstances you were under that morning. Mark began calling you and texting you every single day, begging you for forgiveness and telling you that he was nothing without you but it was too late. Your mind was made up.

The thought of no longer having Mark in your life was a gut wrenching pain that only got worse as the days went by. There was a tiny voice inside of you telling you that you were being too harsh and acting on this too quickly but you knew it was the right thing to do. A part of you wanted to go to his trial, but you couldn’t find it in you to do so. Joey had let you know that Mark was sentenced to two years with parole and although you were exceptionally upset with him, you were glad he wasn’t sentenced longer like most drug dealers were. Mark wouldn’t last in jail, so you were glad he wasn’t going to be there for too long and that he’d have parole. You haven’t heard from him since the night before his trial and no matter how much your heart yearned for him and urged you to take him back and to forgive him, your mind told you otherwise.

You weren’t yourself after he was sent to jail. There were nights where you stayed up, not being able to sleep because you worried about Mark and his well being. If he was eating his meals, what he was doing, how the people were treating him. Your boss made sure he was getting special treatment because he knew no matter how much Mark put you through and how much your breakup had a negative impact on you and your work ethic, deep down you still loved Mark. There was no way you’d stop loving him that quickly. He was right, everyone makes mistakes and now he was paying for them.

Just a few days after the incident, Jaebum attempted to make fun of you like the two of you normally did to each other since he was not aware of what had happened; but when he noticed that you were rapidly losing weight, your eyes were red and puffy all the time and you had dark circles under your eyes, he knew something was up. He attempted to comfort you and tried to lend a hand when he felt like you needed it, but you would always coldly push him away. One night, the two of you were working late at the police station when he heard you quietly sobbing to yourself. He couldn’t help himself, as much as he wanted to give you your space, hearing you cry broke his heart.

Little did you know, the older boy developed feelings for you over the course of the few months he’s known you for. It was hard not to, the two of you would constantly be at each other necks and he found himself quickly falling for your beauty, charismatic personality, drive, motivation and how playful you could be. He made his way towards your desk and pulled you in to his chest; letting you continue to cry against his neck as he ran his fingers through your hair. He brought the two of you over to his desk and held you as your sobs began to slow down.

Once you were completely finished crying, you apologized for your little breakdown and willingly explained to him everything that was going on in your life. You don’t know why you decided to tell him of your problems, but you knew you could trust Jaebum. Your secret was safe with him.

From that day on, knowing you told him everything no matter how hard it probably was to do so, Jaebum made a promise to himself that he would do anything to protect you and to make sure you’d never cry again. It was most heartbreaking sight and he was going to do his best to fix the damage Mark caused all those years ago. When Jaebum looked at your blank facial expression, he could feel a pang of hurt hit his chest. He was sure you were moved on from Mark, but he knew it was a lot hearing that your ex-boyfriend was being convicted of murder and now you were being asked to work on the case.

There was no way you’d be able to face Mark especially now that he was being suspected of murder. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest and not even the soft caress on your wrist from your boyfriend was enough to break you out of the current hazy state you were in.

“With all due respect chief, I don’t think that’s a good idea. There are many other people you can get to work on this case. I mean look at her. She’s on the verge of crying—“ the chief released an exhausted sigh before leaning back in to his chair.

He knew that this news would take a toll on you and your mental health. He was the officer who informed you about Mark the night of his arrest. When he got the news that Mark was being suspected for the murder of 22-year-old Melissa Jung, he knew the only person who could get any information out of Mark was you. He hated the thought of putting you in a situation like this, but you were the only hope he had to finding out whether or not they had the wrong guy.

“I know Jaebum. Do you think I want to do this to her? I know it’s all too soon, but what can I do? She’s a criminal investigator, she knows what she signed up for when she decided this was the career path she wanted. I wouldn’t be asking her for such a huge favor if I had another choice. Y/n is an extremely strong person, and I know she is capable of separating her private life and her work life. She can be the one to help prove his innocence and make sure he isn’t being framed and wrongfully convicted. Why don’t the two of you go home for the rest of the day, take the day off tomorrow and return back on Friday? That way y/n can clear her mind and prepare herself—“ you shook your head before standing up from the chair.

“Where is he? I’d like to speak to him now.” Both the chief and your boyfriend stood up from their seats while giving you concerned looks.

“Y/n, there’s no need for that, this can wait.” You felt Jaebum’s grip on your waist and you reached down to hold his hand in attempts to calm down your racing heart.

“Baby, chief is right. Let’s go home so you can think about this—“ you shook your head in disagreement before giving him a sad smile.

“Like chief said, I have to separate my personal life from my work life. Mark is just another person who is being suspected of first degree murder. I know him, he didn’t do this. Or I’d like to think he didn’t. I know he’s been arrested before, however, Mark would never do something as terrible as murder. One thing about Mark, is that he is extremely stubborn. The only person who can get any information out of him is me. Don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine.”

He gave you a small pout before pulling you in for a hug. “Let me go with you—“ you shook your head in disagreement before bringing your hand up to his face and gently cupped his cheek.

“I’ll be fine Jae. I don’t know how long it will take to get any sort of confession of him, so you can go home and I’ll meet you there. Chief, what is the evidence that proves he’s a suspect?” The chief took a few moments to recuperate his thoughts before handing you over his file.

“The victim was a prostitute. His semen was found on the bed that her body was found in and apparently he was the last person seen leaving her hotel room. That’s all we have. He keeps claiming he didn’t do it and he does seem sincere. He even passed the polygraph test but until we find more evidence that there was someone else who was in that hotel room other than what he is claiming to tell us, there’s nothing we can do but assume it was him.”

Although you were currently dating Jaebum, hearing that Mark had slept with a prostitute sent an unsettling feeling to your stomach. But what did it matter what Mark did and who he had sex with? The day you broke up with him was the day you decided you wanted nothing to do with him and his personal life. You didn’t realize just how much the news was affecting you until Jaebum squeezed on your bicep.

“Y/n—“ you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding in while taking a look at the case files.

“Can you take me to him chief? I won’t be able to sleep tonight knowing there’s a chance he’s being framed or if there’s evidence we’re missing.” You placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Jaebum’s mouth before reassuring him that you’d be okay. When the chief began bring you towards the room that Mark was currently being questioned in by other criminal investigators, you were soon regretting your decision of not going straight home and waiting a few days to interrogate him.

You took in a few breaths before finally opening the door and entering the room. He had his head down on the table and was currently wearing an orange jumpsuit. It was a sight that obviously disturbed you, who in their right mind would want to see their ex-boyfriend in handcuffs while wearing an orange jumpsuit? Especially when there was a huge chance he didn’t commit this crime. When Mark heard the door close, he released a frustrated sigh as he began to grumble.

“I already told you guys, there’s no point in asking me any more questions, I told you everything. Now get out.” You frowned at his hostility before softly speaking up.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” The sound of your voice caused Mark to quickly sit up from his hunched over position. There was no way you were there in front of him, you hated his guts. He had to be dreaming. When he took a good look at you, his breath hitched. Has it really been three years since he’s last seen you? You only became even more beautiful with age if it was even possible. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing was coming out. Images of your disappointed face pained him for years. You were all he thought about for the two years he was in jail and not once did he ever stop praying to get the chance to see you again.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” You kept on a poker face, not wanting him to know his presence was affecting you and that you were on the verge of tears.

“I’ve been assigned to your murder case. Apparently my colleagues feel that I can get information out of you that they can’t, so today I’m criminal investigator y/n. I’m not going to let our affiliation with each other get in the way of solving this murder. Tell me everything.”

You couldn’t look at him without wanting to cry. He looked extremely handsome, there was no doubt about it. His hair was a darker shade of brown and it went a little past his ears. His face was smaller but his body was more broad. You weren’t going to lie, seeing him again after all these years only brought back some of the feelings you had for him but it was only natural. This man was a huge part of your life for six years and you were going to make sure if he was innocent, he wouldn’t be locked up for something he didn’t do.

“Well they weren’t wrong. I was actually going to ask to see you again, but I thought it would be selfish of me to ask you to help me out. And I know you hate my guts, so I was afraid you’d reject me if I were to ask. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to you know. It’s no use. It doesn’t seem like anyone wants to listen to me.”

You frowned at how sad he sounded. You could see why no one was believing him. All the evidence that was found only led investigators to believing he committed the crime. If you didn’t know Mark personally, you would’ve thought so too.

“Well that’s why I’m here. I know you wouldn’t do such a thing. That’s not like you Mark. But then again, we’ve been apart for over three years. That’s enough time to change a person—“ by the way he was clenching his jaw and tightening his fists, you could tell he was getting upset and this is not the way you wanted things to go.

“I didn’t fucking do it y/n. I’m being set up. You have to believe me.” You let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“How am I supposed to believe you when the security cameras show that you were the last person leaving her room? Your cum stains were on her sheets Mark! How the fuck do you explain that? And when the fuck did you start hooking up with prostitutes? Now that you’re a ex-convict, you wanna keep up your reputation as this high and mighty bad boy?”

His eyes widened at the intonation of your voice. It only occurred to you then just how much it bothered you at the thought of Mark touching someone who wasn’t you. But you’ve had sex with Jaebum many times since the two of you began dating. Why were you allowing yourself to get jealous over the thought of Mark hooking up with other girls?

“I HAVEN’T TOUCHED OR LOOKED AT ANOTHER GIRL SINCE YOU BROKE UP WITH ME. You know how I feel about you and you know how much I love you. I’m still so fucking in love with you. Crazy isn’t it? Three years away from you and two years spent in the slammer and all I can ever think about is you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I just don’t know how to prove my innocence. I can hardly remember that night in it’s entirety. A couple of my friends and I went over to a hotel party in that same hotel. It was a few floors up. One of the girls invited to the party was the one who was murdered. Only after I got taken in as a suspect did I find out she was a prostitute. She invited me back to her room but I refused to go. I knew what she wanted and I wasn’t going to go and have sex with her. Last thing I knew, she went back with one of my friends and some other guy I didn’t know.”

He released a frustrated grunt before continuing.“A couple hours later, the rest of my friends and I decided it was time to go, so they sent me to go retrieve our friend. Now, I’ll be honest with you, I was drunk off my ass when I went to the room. You can even see it in the fucking surveillance video. I’m not an investigator, but do you really think someone that wasted, someone with six shots of tequila and four bottles of beer in their system is fully capable of brutally murdering someone the way she was murdered? Now my semen, I have no fucking clue how that ended up in her bed but it wasn’t inside her was it? Exactly. There is no motive for me to kill her. She was shot in the head and stabbed in the chest ten times. The police searched my house and my car twice and found no weapon. I don’t own a gun nor do I own a fucking butcher knife that was apparently used to kill her. So if my semen is the only reason I’m cuffed up right now then no offense, but your team sucks ass. When I left her room that night, she was still alive. I left without my friend because he claimed he wasn’t done just yet. And if you look at the footage, I was there for a solid thirty seconds. I went in, told him we were leaving and left when he said he wasn’t ready to leave.’

The older boy brushed some hair out of his face and you swore your heart began beating quicker at the sight.“You guys should get a dummy and see how long it takes to stab it ten times. I’m sure thirty seconds isn’t enough time to stab her, shoot her and hide the weapons. Nor was I seen with any weapons when I left. And my clothes, there’s no blood. There’s no blood anywhere. You wanna know why? Because I didn’t fucking kill her. You guys are wasting your time talking to the wrong guy. The killer is probably on his way to Mexico in order to hide while you guys are on the verge of throwing an innocent man in jail. I just got out of jail five months ago and I hated every single day being kept in there, why the fuck would I do anything to go back there again? Especially something that would keep me there for the rest of my life like murder? If I were you y/n, I’d question my friend Randy and that other guy who was in the room with her.”

His whole confession made your head spin. Hearing him say he was still in love with you sent chills down your spine. You couldn’t even focus on anything else that he was saying but he did have a point. There wasn’t enough evidence for investigators to have him as a suspect. Hearing that he wasn’t the last one in the victim’s room made you wonder what happened to the hotel footage of the other two men that were with her that night? There was no seminal fluid inside of her, so what exactly was the motive to kill this poor girl?

You were now fully involved in this case and you wouldn’t be able to rest until Mark was found innocent and the real killers were arrested. You’d have to go back to the crime scene and look for any type of evidence there was while going to the hotel room and looking at all the footage. Then you’d have to find Randy and the other man who was in the room and see what they had to say. You took a look at Mark and began to tear up. It was obvious that you still cared for the man sitting in front of you by the way that you wanted to do everything in your power to prove his innocence.

“Y/n—“ you hummed in curiosity. “You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. You were always the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Sorry, I just had to put it out there.”

Why was your heart rate increasing at his words? Mark just had that effect on you. Every time he would compliment you back when you were together, you’d always get so flustered and wouldn’t know how to control yourself. Not wanting to show that his words were making your heart flutter, you changed the subject.

“Mark, I know you didn’t kill her. But it’s going to take more than just my trust in you to claim your innocence. I’m going to do my best in finding out who did this but you’re going to have to be a little patient and trust me okay?” He quickly nodded in agreement.

“I trust you with my entire life. I always have and always will.”

Now that you got everything settled, you decided it was time to go home and get some rest. There was no way you were going to take the day off tomorrow. You were itching to head out to the hotel and look for anything and everything that proved Mark was not guilty of this murder.

“I’m going to go talk to the chief and get you out of here. They can’t keep you in jail if they aren’t 100% sure you’re the man we’re looking for. I don’t even know why they’re allowing it right now. I’ll be right back okay?”

Once you left the room, you made your way to your chief’s office and relayed to him everything that just went down. He was stunned. How did you get all that information in half an hour? You were magical. The two of you talked about your plans and he was upset hearing that you were planning on working tomorrow, but he knew that whenever you set your heart to something, there was no stopping you.

“I’m gonna go release him now—“ the grim look on your boss’s face made your heart sink.

“Y/n, I know you think he’s innocent, trust me I do too. Boy made a lot of good points. But are you sure we should be dropping the claims right now? You should go question the two other guys first. He could be an accomplice even if he wasn’t the one who murdered her—“ as much as you didn’t want to go against the chief, you knew in your gut that Mark was innocent. There was no point keeping him there when everything he said made sense.

“Chief, he just got out of jail less than a year ago. Why would he do something that would get him back in there permanently?” He gave you a knowing look before releasing an exhausted sigh.

“Fine. I trust your judgement and I know you know what you’re doing. Don’t let me down y/n.” You ran over to his side of the desk and pulled him in for a quick hug.

“Thank you! I’ll do my best chief! I promise!” Before you could leave, he softly called your name.

“Be careful y/n. Being around him again might just bring back memories of your past together and even your feelings for him. I know how much you loved him and I witnessed how broken you were when he got arrested the first time. Don’t do anything you’ll regret please. Jaebum is a great guy and it doesn’t take a genius to know that he really loves you.” His words were like a slap to the face. It was in that moment did you realize how quick you were to believe him and how you pretended like nothing was wrong between the two of you. You knew you still had feelings for Mark, but you were with Jaebum now and even if Mark was found not guilty, there was no way you could begin dating him again. Mark was in your past and you have every reason to want to keep him there.

You began to head back to where Mark was being held and asked the officer in charge to release him from his handcuffs. The smile that rose on his face as he began to stretch made your tummy fill with butterflies. Why was he having such a huge effect on you? You had a boyfriend who was currently waiting at home for you and probably worried about your physical and mental health. Before you knew it, you were being picked up and swung around by the older boy and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss being in his embrace. You’ve always felt so safe in Mark’s arms and you loved the feeling of them wrapped around you again. You absentmindedly hugged him back and placed your head in the crook of his neck.

“Thank you y/n. Thank you so much. Fuck, you’re so amazing.” You smiled up at him before pulling away.

“I’m going to warn you, even if they’re letting you go right now does not mean you’re completely off the hook just yet. Until they find out exactly what happened, you’re still a suspect. So don’t do anything stupid. No more hotel parties. In fact, don’t go out in public as much as possible and don’t be in contact with anybody until this case is over okay?” He nodded in agreement.

“Do you think I could maybe—would it be alright to get your number? Just in case I need to call you if I’m in trouble or if I get some information about the case?” You giggled at how flustered he was acting towards you before agreeing.

“Here, I’ll take you home. Are you still living with your parents or do you have a place of your own?” You were quick to notice the frown that now was on his handsome face at the mention of his parents.

“I haven’t seen or talked to my parents since my arrest. I’m sure they’re disappointed in me and hate the fact that their oldest son is a criminal. I’ve been living with Joey since I got out of jail. I can give you the directions to his place when we start heading out.” Although you were upset to hear that he hasn’t been in contact with his parents, you decided not to make matters worse by asking about it. The two of you began to walk out of your office until you remembered what he was wearing. You hesitantly reached for his hand and started to guide him back.

“I don’t think it’s safe for you to leave in these. No matter how good you look in orange.” His laughter engulfed the hallway and you didn’t realize just how much you missed his laugh until you heard it again. Mark’s laughter was your favorite sound. You were sure it could cure cancer by how adorable and high pitched it was.

“Are you hitting on me y/n?” He playfully wiggled his brows at you before giving you his award winning smile that would never fail in making you reciprocate the same expression. You remembered that Jaebum had left a few sweatpants and t-shirts in your locker for the nights where he ended up staying over and you handed them to Mark.

“This is a little too big for you don’t you think? Although I’m sure it looks really good on you. I always loved it whenever you’d wear my clothes.” You gave him a sad smile before shrugging.

“It’s actually my boyfriend’s. He leaves it here for whenever he works the graveyard shift.” Since you purposely turned the other way because you were afraid of his reaction to hear that you have a boyfriend, you failed to notice how quick his smile turned in to a scowl. Nor did you get to see the way his jaw clenched and fists tightened. The atmosphere soon became awkward and extremely quiet, causing you to pick at your fingers nervously. The sound that came from the back of his throat that sounded like a mix of a grunt and a growl sent shivers down your spine.

Back when the two of you were still dating, everyone and their mothers knew just how jealous Mark could be whenever it came to you. He couldn’t help himself, the boy was madly in love with you. Whenever he heard some guys talking about how beautiful you were or whenever he’d see one of his friends getting a little too close for comfort with you; Mark became barbaric but you loved it. You loved knowing how protective he was over you and how scared he was at the thought of losing you which is why you knew hearing that you were in a relationship would get under his skin. You don’t know if you mentioned the fact that you had a boyfriend to prevent him from trying to return things back to the way they used to be with you or because you were trying to remind yourself of the conversation you had with your chief just a few minutes ago.

You had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who helped fix your heart and broke down your walls after you built them up so high because of the man currently in front of you. A boyfriend who held you and rubbed your back as you cried on bathroom floor, throwing up all the bottles of wine you drank in less than an hour because of how much you wanted to take your mind off of missing Mark. A boyfriend who loved you and proved his love for you both verbally and physically on a daily basis. A boyfriend who went through hell and back to earn your trust, your love and to get you to smile again. Jaebum was sent in your life to save you from yourself and the mess you would’ve become if you continued to go down the path you were right after your break up.

“It’s fine, I wouldn’t want to intrude on his things. I would rather walk out in this fucking jumpsuit than to wear the clothes of a man who stole the love of my life—“ you turned to face him and Mark swore the look you were giving him could kill.

“Don’t you dare start with that shit. He took care of me when you fucking broke me. He was there for me every fucking day that I cried over you and your stupid mistake. I even tried to kill myself because I didn’t think there was any point of continuing my sad and pathetic life without you. I loved you Mark and what we had was amazing, but I’m with Jaebum now and I plan on staying with Jaebum for however long life allows it—“ you were so caught up in your rant that you failed to notice Mark walking towards you until his lips were on yours.

One hand made it down to your waist as the other went up to cup your cheek and you don’t know why, but you didn’t pull away no matter how much your mind was screaming at you to. You missed his kisses, his touch, his personality, the love he had for you, you missed him. But then Jaebum came in to your mind and before you could allow yourself to give in to temptation and deepen the kiss, you pulled away and shoved him off of you.

“Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me. I know you y/n, like the back of my hand. You may be with him, but he’ll never be me. No one will ever be able to replace me. Our love is unique, it’s a once in a lifetime thing. I know I fucked up, but I was trying to make a name for myself, I was trying to become a better person with the thought of finding you and making you proud. Then this shit had to happen and now you have a fucking boyfriend. That kiss, if you really loved your boyfriend and no longer held any feelings for me, you would’ve pushed me away the minute you felt my lips on yours. But you wanted it just as much as I did y/n. You don’t have to say anything, I can feel it and I want you to know that I’ll be waiting for when you decide that you want me back in your life.”

Your mind was all over the place. Did you really just kiss your ex-boyfriend? What was wrong with you? And why were you craving more? This was all too much for your mind to process in one day and you decided that it was time for you to go home. Not only did you meet with your ex-boyfriend who was being convicted of first degree murder and receive a bunch of information that could prove his innocence, but he admitted his feelings for you and kissed you all in the same day. You definitely needed some sleep.

“Is Joey’s number still the same? I’ll have him come pick you up.” He scoffed.

“Why? Because you might just give in and end up cheating on your boyfriend as I fuck your brains out in the back of your cop car?” You don’t know where all his confidence was coming from, but the longer you stayed with him the more dangerous it was for you and your relationship with Jaebum. Hell, you were interacting with an ex-convict and someone who was currently a suspect of murder. You could be jeopardizing your entire career by this conversation alone.

“Keep acting this way and I’m going to drop this case. Good luck finding someone whose going to be as passionate to prove your innocence. Like you said, no other officer or investigator seemed to give a shit about your testimony. So I’d be careful if I were you. You’re walking on thin ice Tuan. I agreed to help you with this case, not to reconcile with you and mend our broken relationship. Either you cut that shit out, or get ready to be sentenced to life in jail for a crime you didn’t commit just because your pride and ego is so big.”

You marched out of your office before he could respond and took out your phone to dial Joey’s number. It’s been years since you’ve spoken to any of the Tuan family members and it made your heart hurt. They were always so kind and welcoming to you. Sometimes you went over to their house without Mark just because you loved spending time with them. The Tuans were like your second family but ever since that night, you didn’t feel right keeping in touch with them considering you were no longer dating their son.

Surprisingly, the younger boy picked up after the first ring and told you that he was shocked to see your caller id. You apologized for bothering him and explained the whole situation to him as quickly as you could before Mark could find you and continue to pester you. Once you got off the phone with him, you made your way to your car and released a long, frustrated breath. You need to hurry up and solve this case before you ending up doing something you’d regret. Why were you allowing Mark to play mind games with you? He was your past, Jaebum was your present and hopefully your future.

After a few moments of trying to calm yourself down, you let Jaebum know that you were on the way home and began to drive away. Although your apartment was only twenty minutes away from the police department, your thoughts and your guilty conscience made the drive feel like hours. As soon as you pulled up in to your parking garage, you dragged yourself towards the elevators and slowly made the trek up to your apartment. With the tiny bit of energy you had left, you opened up the door and threw your things all around not caring where they flew.

The loud noise caused your boyfriend to quickly make his way out of the bedroom and into the living room. When his eyes landed on your exhausted frame, he didn’t hesitate to make his way over to you and pulled you in to his embrace.

“Are you okay baby? How did it go? Are you hungry? Should I make you something to eat? Baby, what’s wrong? Do I have to go kick his ass or something?” You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt his fingers come up to your cheeks.

“I just want to go to sleep. We’ll talk about it in the morning.” He nodded in agreement as you tippy toed to place a long kiss on his lips. “I love you Jaebum.” Your boyfriend gave you a worried look, but he didn’t want to press you about the issue and picked you up bridal style before returning back to your room. “I love you too baby. Let’s get you changed and call it a night.”

#got7 imagines #mark tuan #got7 #got7 mark #got7 jaebum #Im Jaebum #Im Jaebeom #kpop imagines #kpop drabbles #got7 drabbles #got7 angst #my bias and bias wrecker #i miss them so much

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in-her-wildest-dreams · 4 years

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a lil update

amidst such a wonderful time celebrating the release of folklore, i thought i’d update you guys on my life right now :)

- i graduated uni this month after 5.5 years and (FINALLY) got sent my official certificate via email last night !! we don't have a physical ceremony which sucks but there’s an online surprise thing tomorrow so im still excited !

- I QUIT MY CASUAL JOB THAT IVE HAD FOR 4 YEARS NOW AND IT WAS SOOOO SAD AND HARD BUT I ALSO HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED TO START A NEW CHAPTER IN MY CAREER FIELD!!!!

- i was supposed to be LIVING in london at the start of this month to start a new life BUT that clearly just wasn’t right in the current climate and i’m very sad about it and have spent nights crying over life but i know i’ll be there living my dream as soon as humanly possible after COVID and now i’m just even more excited at the reality of actually doing it knowing that every single thing thats happened to me happened for a reason and it was all meant to be the way it is!!

- i got a NEW job in my actual career field a few weeks ago when i hadn't even finished my last placement which was incredibly overwhelming BUT SO SO SO EXCITING!!! its honestly a dream job already and i absolutely love every second there and the team has been THE most welcoming and nothing but LOVELY to me and i just love it so much :)

- IM MOVING OUT OF HOME TO THE CITY NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!! one of the girls from my new job randomly said they were looking for a new roomie when i mentioned wanting to move to the city and it all happened so FAST AND IM FINALLLLLLY MOVING OUT NEXT WEEK AND IM SO SO SO SO EXCITED

- i have been very social and have had the most special times with my closest friends over the last few weeks and have enjoyed just living in the ‘now’ and focusing on what’s around me rather than what’s in front of me :)

- i’m very overwhelmed but very very very happy about life and i just know that this next half of 2020 is going to be magical !!!

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lgbtyrus · 5 years

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Two Exes on Mars

A Tyrus fic where they’re aged up + broken up :) It will have a ‘happily ever after’, I promise. Note: IDK if you know your Andi Mack lore, but just in case, Shadyside is in a fictional US state called Midwest.

Part 1/? (I’m thinking 3 or 4)

Words: 2,668

He kissed him goodbye. It wasn’t even rainy or cloudy outside, much less foggy. It was super bright and sunny, and Cyrus could hear every single bird in Shadyside chirping as his now ex-boyfriend walked out the front door of his house. He waited until TJ was out of his driveway to shut the door and break out in tears, pressing his forehead and fist against his door.

Why? he wondered. Why? Why? Why?

But he knew why. He knew why TJ had let him go in the worst breakup in the world. He had tried to a week ago which led to Cyrus breaking down in front of him and ended up with them back together. But the tension between them was so obviously, and it lead to TJ’s horrible mood swings and random outbursts he never apologized for. It made Cyrus feel like crap. Then in the middle of the week, TJ tried breaking up with him over text. Cyrus ignored it, and TJ went over to his house the next day like nothing had happened. Not even three days later, TJ came over to break up him a third time. For good.

That just happened two minutes ago, and Cyrus silently let him leave this time. He shouldn’t have ever let him see him cry.

“You have to go to California, Cyrus,” TJ had told him, his eyes red and his hands clenching into tight fists. All Cyrus could do was stare at the floor. It’s not everyday you get a chance to go to USC, but it also meant leaving everyone you loved behind- including TJ. Him and TJ had been together since the 8th grade, and he had included TJ in all of his future plans. For him, being in a long distance relationship was a possibility, and he never thought TJ would be against it.

“I want to go to MSU,” Cyrus shook his head, refusing to look at him. TJ was going to MSU on a basketball scholarship, and yeah, they had a theatre and screenwriting, but it wasn’t USC. It was one of the hardest choices Cyrus had to make.

“You’re clearly lying, Cyrus,” TJ let out a frustrated sigh, “I know when you’re lying.” It’s true, he did. His hands always instinctively went inside a pocket, and Cyrus has never been able to stop it. “Cyrus. I know I’m the main reason why you want to stay in Midwest, but I want you to go to USC. It’s what you want.”

“Does that mean we have to break up, though?” Cyrus asked him sadly, his voice quiet. TJ ran his fingers through his blonde hair and let out a deep breath.

“We’d be doing long distance for four years, Cyrus. I don’t want to hold you back from being at your prime if you’re moping around missing me the entire time.”

“Are you just saying this because you’re the one that’s not going to be fine?” There wasn’t even a pause.

“Yes, Cyrus!” TJ said loudly, startling Cyrus. “I can’t spend four years of my life being sad because I miss you all the time, but I also can’t live with the guilt I’m going to feel if you don’t go to USC. This entire situation is driving me insane, and I really think breaking up is the best way to go.”

“You honestly think that?” Cyrus frowned, looking right up at him. He didn’t want to break down like he did the first time. “You’re just giving up? Not even giving long distance a try. After five years, TJ?”

TJ shamefully looked away before saying, “I love you, Cyrus. But I think it’d hurt less to let you go.”

“How?” Cyrus’ voice started to tremble as he spoke in complete disbelief, “How can you even say you love me right now?” TJ didn’t say anything. He just slowly walking up to Cyrus, each step taking its own time before cupping his face in his hands and kissing him softly.

TJ pulled away, whispering, “Bye, Cyrus.”

Cyrus was now sitting on his bedroom floor, playing music louder than his occasional sob. Andi and Buffy were on their way, but until then, it was him, and a lone polaroid picture he had of him and TJ on their first Valentine’s Day together right in front of him. Him and TJ were sitting on one side of the booth at The Spoon while Marty and Buffy sat on the other side. TJ had his arms around him and was smiling in to his cheek, leaving a very fluttered Cyrus to be captured forever.

“Cyrus!” someone yelled out from downstairs. “We’re here.”

“Upstairs!” Cyrus yelled out, his voice slightly cracking. He hadn’t spoken since TJ left, and his throat hurt. He was glad he left the door unlocked for them because he didn’t have the energy to move.

Andi peaked her head through his bedroom door, frowning when she saw him, “Hi, Cyrus.”

“Hey,” Cyrus waved, “come in.” He hadn’t seen Andi in about three weeks was she was getting busy with her senior art project for SAVA. He loved her for being here during a busy time. Buffy trailed in behind Andi with two loaded grocery bags.

“We brought ice cream and pie,” Buffy held the bags up. “We stopped by your kitchen to get utensils.”

“Thank you because I was not going to move,” Cyrus said. Andi and Buffy sat down on each side of him and rested their heads on his shoulder.

“You can cry if you want,” Andi told him.

“Yeah,” Buffy agreed, “we bought three tissue boxes.”

“I’ve been crying for like an hour, and I’m just tired of it at this point. But this is also probably just the start,” Cyrus mumbled. “How am I supposed to accept that someone I talked to everyday for five years is leaving my life?”

“I know it hurts, Cyrus,” Buffy whispered. “But you’re stronger than you think. You’re going to get through this. Trust me. I’m always right.”

“I know you are,” Cyrus smiled slightly. “You know what sucks the most though?”

“What?” they asked in unison.

“We already have matching tuxedos from prom.” -

Cyrus and TJ showed up with new tuxedos to prom. Andi herself made Cyrus a brand new one. The according to different sources, both Cyrus and TJ had both begged Gus to cancel their Prom Court nomination. Gus thought it was funny until Buffy stepped in, and he got scared.

Cyrus and TJ didn’t sit together at lunch anymore or do homework together or visit the swing sets every Tuesday after TJ got out of tutoring. Cyrus submitted his paperwork to attend USC in the fall and according to Amber who was at Shadyside’s community college, TJ was going to go to MSU to play for their basketball team. Buffy and Marty would be seeing him at MSU seeing they got track scholarships.

Cyrus cried every night for the rest of the school year after finishing his homework because he worked to hard to have his GPA suffer over a boy who clearly didn’t care if he fell apart. He sometimes sat in the bathtub and let music fill his whole bathroom and no matter what, every single song would remind him of TJ. Of course, that was his fault for playing the playlists TJ had made him on Spotify. He wondered if he could see that he was listening to them. He hoped he did.

Cyrus didn’t have any communication with TJ since the last texts he sent him. It was a 2AM on a Saturday night, about three weeks since the breakup. He felt horrible and didn’t know how to stop crying. Even though Buffy had told him to call him whenever, he couldn’t keep dumping everything on her.

Cyrus: hey tj I hope im not waking u up idk if you still have your phone set so that u only get text alerts from me but I just wanted to say that I miss you.

Cyrus: I miss you so much tj idk what to do without you. Everything hurts all the time and I just want to talk to you and hear you voice even if we cant date anymore please talk to me. Please be my friend again tj we were best friends for 5 years we work so good together

Cyrus: I love you. I think that ill always be in love with you.

TJ: Goodnight Underdog.

Cyrus didn’t remember what time he went to sleep, but he felt like he cried for hours after that. The pain in his chest beat him up completely until he was too weak to flip his pillow to the dry side.

At their graduation, Cyrus gave a speech and then walked off stage to everyone in the auditorium clapping. It felt surreal. When he looked up smiling, out of all of the people he saw in the sea of graduates, he saw TJ clapping. He had his lip curled up in one corner which showed that he was on the verge of tears. That was the only time that night Cyrus wanted to cry.

A month into USC and without a doubt, Cyrus was homesick and probably depressed. He had made a great group of friends that were similar to him and super positive. He appreciated them, but 8 out of 10 times, they could never convince him to leave his room. He just stayed in and did homework and work on his script. It was about a man who gets his heart shattered and decided to move to Mars as part of a science experiment and when he’s already in space, he realize that his ex is one of the 100 people on board. Things quickly escalate. His friends loved the scripts and always asked to read updates, but he still sent snippets to Bex because he missed her.

It had been months since the breakup with TJ that happened late April. He should be over it now, he thought a lot of the time. But it still hurt. TJ really shot a hole in his heart and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t cry everyday like he used to. But every other few weeks, he snuck into the bathroom to cry so his roommate wouldn’t see. It was embarrassing to admit.

Cyrus kept things in a rotation. Script, class, eat, homework, sometimes friends, and sleep. It was hard to stay happy and to enjoy himself. It was hard to feel like he was living through something when he’s been dead inside for months. With Halloween coming up, he felt even worse. He’s never not had anyone to match costumes with. For five years, him and TJ did a couple’s costume and before that, him, Buffy, and Andi always had something up their sleeves. He missed all of them.

Then one day, his roommate let one of his friends into their dorm room. His roommate was part of his friend group, so there was that. Cyrus was working on his infamous script and didn’t even get a text that he was coming. Usually, he said no, though. “Hey, Rich,” Cyrus said as he walked in.

“Hey, Cy,” he said. “I was in the building and wanted to drop by.”

“Why’d you text Karson and not me?” Cyrus asked.

“You always say no.”

“True. Anyways, what’s up?”

“We need one more person for our Halloween costume. It’s Full House. We need an Uncle Jesse. You in?”

“Yeah,” Cyrus grinned, “of course.”

“Damn,” his friend Bogie said. “That TJ foo fucked you up bad, huh?” All eight of them were sitting around a bonfire before Thanksgiving break. It had been a long night of confessions and telling each other things not a lot of other people knew. Somehow in the moment, Cyrus spent thirty minutes telling them the becoming and downfall of him and TJ. Rich had convinced him to go to therapy on campus early November, and Cyrus wished he had gone sooner. It was getting so much easier to be around his friends and have open conversations.

“Yeah,” Cyrus admitted. “I cried everyday for months. I still cry sometimes.”

“Is that why you spend forever in the bathroom?” Karson asked him. Cyrus nodded.

“Damn, Cy,” Roxana mumbled, “no wonder you were so distant at the beginning of the school year. I thought you were just stuck up, but I guess I was wrong. I’m glad you trust us now, though.”

“Me, too,” Cyrus said.

“So, this TJ,” Bogie asked, “what’s he up to?”

“Besides knowing that he plays basketball for Midwest State U, I have no idea. I haven’t talked to him since I last texted him after the breakup. I’m still good friends with his sister, but she never says anything.”

“Dang, so he’s a baller?” Bogie asked.

“Probably just getting fucked up at parties,” Mikhenna suggested. Cyrus didn’t respond. He just shrugged.

“Do you still love him?” Roxana asked him.

“I don’t think so,” Cyrus shook his head. “I’d be stupid to. But thanks for listening, guys. I feel a lot better. I feel like I belong and that I can finally move on.”

Cyrus didn’t see the point of flying all the way back home for a week long break, so he decided to stay behind in California and take a train to his aunt and uncle’s place. They had a daughter that thirteen and always had juicy middle school drama.

When he was laying down on the bed of the guest room, his phone started vibrating. Buffy was on Facetime, and he answered immediately saying, “Hey, Buff.”

“Hey, Cyrus,” Buffy grinned widely before switching the camera, “look who’s with me!”

Andi waved at the camera, “Hey, Cyrus!”

“Andi,” Cyrus grinned. “How are you? We haven’t talked in like four days.”

“I know right,” Andi laughed. “I’m fine. What about you?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” he said before registering completely that Andi was in Shadyside. “Wait,” he paused, “aren’t you supposed to be in Pennsylvania?”

“Yeah but a professor died, so they gave us two weeks off instead of three days and just postponed winter break.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“I have no idea who he is,” Andi shrugged. “But where are you?”

“With my dad’s sister and her family. I’m just chilling and eating home made food before I go back,” Cyrus smiled. Andi moved over to sit next to Buffy and Cyrus noted that they were at the Mack’s place.

“So enough of that,” Buffy said and then looked at Andi who gave her a stern look. “Come on, let me tell him.”

“Well now you have to tell him,” Andi rolled his eyes.

“That’s very true,” Cyrus agreed.

“I know,” Buffy smirked. “That’s why I said that. Anyways,” she looked right at the camera, “we went to the mall with Amber in her car, but it broke down in the parking lot when we were leaving. She had to call TJ to come pick us up, which was already awkward enough because I always ignore him at school, but I was like whatever, it’s a twenty minute drive. Then in the car, literally, this man, I mean, boy, can ask any question. Any question in the world. Preferably, one directed at his sister, like you know, has your car been acting funky for a while? But he asks me and Andi, ‘How is Cyrus doing?’” Cyrus’ heart dropped. He hasn’t heard anything about TJ in so long he’s forgotten how to react.

“What did you say?” Cyrus asked nervously.

“I said that I charge $50 per fact,” Buffy said, “and he didn’t say anything else.”

“That’s weird,” Cyrus frowned. “I wonder why he doesn’t just ask Amber. I literally call her once a week, every Tuesday.”

“No idea,” Buffy said. “But maybe she just doesn’t answer him for the same reasons I didn’t.”

“Which are?”

“We love you.”

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h-styles-babes · 5 years

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Harry Styles Blurb/Request #10

Alright, I searched for like half an hour to try to find the request I got for this prompt, but I couldn’t fine it. But, just know someone requested this off a prompt list several months ago, and I finally got inspiration to write it because I’ve definitely been in a much better place lately. So I really hope you enjoy it, and let me know what you think!

WARNING: All the smut. This is basically just 4500 words of kink. You’ve been warned.

32. “You’re acting like this is your first threesome.”

There wasn’t much about uni that Y/N didn’t like. She was the academic type, so she really enjoyed getting to take classes she had interest in and getting to sit and discuss with people who held similar interests, who would participate and lend something insightful to said conversations. She enjoyed the work she got to do in her major, shadowing people in the field and getting to talk to her professors, who usually were full of amazing information and resources. She loved the freedom it allowed her to make her own decisions in her day to day life and for her long-term goals. She loved it, truly.

But of the few things she didn’t like about uni—including the food at the dining hall and the obnoxious frat parties—she especially disliked group projects.

See, Y/N was more of a ‘do it herself’ kind of girl. She worked well on her own because she was able to control the procedure and the outcome. She was able to do what she thought was best without input from anyone else. She’d always lived by the saying “If you want something done right, do it yourself,” because she’d found in her time at school, that the saying rang true with herself. She always tended to be the person that cared the most and put in the most effort whenever she was put in a group, so why bother with group members when she could accomplish the same thing—sometimes better—all alone?

So, imagine her displeasure when she’d walked into her 10 am Monday class to a stack of papers describing a group project that would last the remainder of the semester. She groaned audibly when she read the first line of the description, realising she’d be working with two other people who would be randomly chosen by her professor. Her prof chuckled at her, knowing her distaste for group work from years of having her in classes. It was her last year of uni, so she was taking a relatively easy class after getting all her more vigourous coursework out of the way early on. The class was open to all years, and she just really hoped she didn’t get paired up with first years. She still had to graduate, after all, and she didn’t want a grade that hinged on this project being dictated by a bunch of eighteen year olds.

“You’ll be fine, promise,” Professor Zimmerman told her, throwing her a wink as she sighed and trudged up to where she was sat toward the center of the room.

It was a smaller class, with only twenty-four students enrolled, so they occupied a regular classroom and not a lecture hall. She usually sat next to an Irish boy named Niall who was in his final year as well, and he was really nice. A bit rowdy sometimes with a jolting laugh, but he was kind and had a lot to offer during discussions, and he actually took the time to talk to Y/N when he saw her around campus. She considered him a friend, and she was really hoping Professor Zimmerman would take pity on her and pair her with Niall, at the very least. She could deal with anyone else as long as she had him in her group.

Niall slid into his seat just a few moments after she did, and he grinned at her. “Think I convinced Zimmerman to put us in a group together,” he told her.

Y/N’s eyes lit up as she looked at him. “You’re serious?” Niall nodded. “Oh god, you’re the best. I was seriously dreading this. Imagine if I got paired with two first years? I would have cried.”

“I know, that’s why I sweet talked ‘im. Now we just gotta wait and see who our third person is.”

They didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Zimmerman started the class by separating everyone into groups. Everyone had at least skimmed the paper already, so they knew what they were in for, so everyone listened intently as he called out names three at a time. Niall and Y/N were part of the fourth group to be called.

“Group Four will be Mr. Horan, Miss Y/L/N, and Mr. Styles.”

Y/N felt her heart seize up at the mention of that name. She hadn’t spoken to him in months, let alone even look his way in this class. She’d nearly forgotten they were even in it together. Her mind had done a pretty good job of purging all unpleasant thoughts from her mind from the previous term. She’d known him and Niall were mates, but they didn't talk much in this class, and she’d never seen Niall out and about with him by his side.

When Zimmerman was done calling out groups and instructing everyone to take the rest of the class time to come up with ideas for the project, the class moved, everyone rearranging themselves to be next to their group mates.

The seat in front of Y/N vacated, and she could see him approaching her and Niall from the corner of her eye. She didn’t dare look up at him; she wasn’t sure what her reaction would be to seeing his face again after letting herself move on from what happened. She busied herself with pulling out a notebook to take notes on for their ideas to avoid having to watch him sit.

“Can’t believe Zimmerman put us all together,” Niall said as Y/N felt the seat in front of her be filled. She smelled him before she even looked at him, that same enticing scent of his much-too-expensive cologne and the spearmint gum he seemed to constantly be chewing. She sort of hated herself for remembering those things about him, but some things were harder to forget than others.

“We’re the oldest ones in the class,” he replied. “Think Zimmerman took pity on us.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched as she heard his voice again, the same slow drawl of his words and they way his accent curled around his vowels. She hated that her heart jumped at the sound. Traitor.

“Good to see yeh again, Y/N,” he said, dipping his head to try to catch her eye from where they were focused on the paper on her desk.

“Harry,” she greeted, trying her best to sound casual. She busied herself with titling the paper. Anything to keep her from having to face him.

“Somethin’ wrong?” he asked, sounding sincere about his inquiry, but YN could sense the smugness in his words. She knew him. He wasn’t malicious and he didn’t ever intend to be mean, but he was a person who liked to tease, and he had sufficient ammo against her. It was something she’d just have to deal with, she supposed. For the rest of the term, at least.

“No, just not really fond of group projects. Work better by myself.”

She could see Niall nod at her sympathetically from beside her, opening his mouth to say something, but Harry beat him to it.

“You’re actin’ like this is your first threesome,” he said, doing that thing again where it sounded innocent, but when Y/N’s eyes finally flashed to his, she could see everything.

He knew what that meant. She could see in his eyes that he was remembering. The smirk on his face confirmed it.

She could see it all in the brightness of his eyes. She saw herself, a mouth on her breast, a head between her legs, hands roaming heated skin. The sounds of skin slipping and smacking, mouths gasping and groaning. The sensation of hair being pulled, nails scratching down backs, marks swelling over smooth skin. Thoughts she’d pushed in the depths of her mind for months came flooding to the surface, causing her to audibly gasp.

Niall must have thought she was affronted by the wording, because he reprimanded his friend with a squawk of his name. “Coulda worded that better, mate. Not everyone’s a sexual deviant like you.”

The way that Harry looked at Y/N assured her that not everyone was a sexual deviant like him, but he knew from experience that Y/N certainly was. Niall didn’t know that, though. No one knew aside from Harry and the other random woman that had been there with them that evening. People always joked that it was the quiet ones you had to watch out for, but no one ever really considered it in real life. No one would ever venture to guess that Y/N was the way she was, due to her bookish qualities and quiet demeanour. Harry saw through it though, even in the beginning. He saw her, and that terrified her.

“She knows what I meant,” Harry shrugged off, effectively dismissing the tense atmosphere that had descended upon them.

The trio was able to get through the rest of the class without any further weirdness, and they were actually able to come up with a solid idea and plan for their project. It required them spending quite a bit of time together over the next several weeks, but Y/N had to deal with it in order to get a good grade in the class. She just wanted to graduate, so she would do what she had to achieve that.

Y/N spent some time in the library to do some research for their project. She’d been looking into something online and realised the library had the original text in stock, so she went off looking for it. She didn’t realise when she began her search that it was three stories up in the very back of the building, where the lights were dim and no one except for the librarian ever ventured. The spines of the books looked like they hadn’t been touched in at least a decade, and she was afraid her allergies were going to start acting up with all the stuff lingering in the air.

She finally reached the section where the online catalog had said the book would, be, so she started looking more closely at the spines. The author’s name started with a C, and she was nearly in the B’s, so she knew she was headed in the right direction. The only problem was that she soon realised that the author she was looking for was all the way on the second to the top shelf, and there was no way she’d be able to reach it, even on her tip toes. She huffed and looked around to see if there was a stool nearby. When she could see that there wasn’t, she rolled her eyes and readied herself to make a bit of an ascent up the bookshelves.

She successfully got both feet up on the second shelf from the bottom, but when she extended her hand up, the book was still just out of her reach. She was able to touch the spine, but there was no way she was getting a good enough grip on it to pull it out from the books it was wedged between.

A sound at the end of the aisle startled her and made her lose her balance. She was incredibly afraid she was going to fall back and crack her head open on the set of shelves behind her, and she was preparing herself for the impact, eyes closed and body rigid to try to protect herself.

However, the impact never came, and instead there were arms around her waist, steadying her, and a body pressed flush against her own, pressing her front against the bookshelf she was previously stood on.

“Yeh’re a clumsy one, aren’t yeh?”

Y/N couldn’t help the shiver that ran down her spine at the hoarse words muttered close to her ear. His breath fanned over her neck, raising goosebumps across the exposed flesh.

“You startled me, that’s all,” she brushed off.

She really wished to be rid of his touch, but she really had no where to go between all her obstacles. He wasn’t making any move to release her, and she wasn't about to forcefully push him off of her for fear of making a scene. Not that there was anyone to witness it. And it wasn’t altogether unpleasant, being in his arms again. She actually quiet liked the warmth his body provided in this dreary section of the library, and she couldn’t deny that having him pressed against her was the most contact she’d had with a man since the last time they’d been together. However, she wasn’t supposed to like it, and her brain was telling her to get him away. Her heart and body protested that decision readily.

“Didn’t mean to, pet,” he told her. He made no move to step away or release her, and her heart hammered in her chest. Him being so close brought up too many memories.

“Don’t call me that,” she gasped. She hadn’t heard the term of endearment in months, and it sparked something in her that was entirely too pleasant for their current situation.

“Why not?” he whispered, his nose drawing gently along the column of her neck. He grinned when she swallowed harshly. “Remember yeh were fond of the name. Or do yeh prefer ‘kitten’? Yeh seemed to really like that one.”

“Harry…” she rasped, her entire body tingling with the memories. Her breathing was shallow and laboured. She felt like she needed to compose herself, but he wasn’t giving her the opportunity to. And if she was being honest with herself, she was enjoying this little scene too much to want to break the spell they were under.

“Or are those too cute for yeh?” he mumbled, nipping at her ear. “Seem to recall yeh bein’ particularly responsive to ‘little slut.’” Harry jutted his hips forward into hers, and Y/N whimpered at the feel of his hard cock pressed against her arse. Obviously he was just as worked up as she was, and she felt some solace in that.

“Fuckin’…” she gritted out, her hands braced against the cool wooden shelves to give her leverage to push back against him. “Goddammit, Harry.”

Harry’s hands trailed down from his grip on her waist to her hips, and his right kept going, tracing lightly against the button of her jeans. His fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt to tease the skin there, feeling her muscles contract against his ministrations.

“Gonna let me fuck yeh again?” he asked, his own breathing harsh to match hers. “Gonna let me play with that pretty little cunt? No one would know. We’re all alone up here.”

His fingers made their way into her jeans and under her knickers, trailing down to the small patch of hair he knew he’d find. Y/N pressed her arse back into him further, trying to give him more room to work, though her jeans were tight and offered limited space. She knew she wouldn’t get any real relief unless they came off.

“Please, Harry,” she whimpered, one hand coming down to grip at his forearm to steady herself.

“Please what, darling?” His lips trailed down her neck and he sunk his teeth into the junction at her shoulder.

“Please fuck me.”

That was all Harry had to hear. He’d been waiting for this for a long time. Months. Since the last time he’d had her. He’d shared her that night, with another beautiful girl who had much more interest in Y/N than she did in him. He wasn’t mad, though. Y/N deserved the extra attention. But Harry was drawn to her in a way that refused to let him allow that be the only time he had her. There was no one else that compared to her, and apart from her looks, he found her fascinating. Sure she was gorgeous, but the dichotomy of her entire being astounded him. How someone could be so studious and innocent and completely unassuming on the outside but dark and enamouring and alluring on the inside. Not saying a person couldn’t be both, but it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. And he was definitely into it.

Harry flicked open the button on her jeans and then slid open the zipper. He used both hands to push the material over her hips and to her knees, just enough so he could have access to her. He pulled her hips out away from the wall before undoing his own jeans and pulling his pants down to release his aching cock. The skin was drawn tight and he was already leaking from the tip, so he hoped like hell that she was just as ready as he was. He wasn’t sure if he could take it slow, and they were sort of on a time crunch anyway. While this area of the library was rarely visited and secluded, it would be just their luck if someone wandered this way.

Harry took a moment to admire the light purple lace band of her knickers before dragging his hand across her center, pressing gently into where he knew her sensitive little clit hid. From what he recalled, she was particularly reactive and she didn’t disappoint, gasping and turning her head into her bicep to muffle her moan.

Tugging her panties to the side, Harry could see her already glistening even in the dim overhead lights. He dragged two fingers through her folds, humming appreciatively when they came away slick.

“Already drippin’ for me, kitten? Absolutely fuckin’ drenched,” he muttered before sticking his fingers in his mouth. He swore his eyes rolled back in his head at the taste of her, heady and rich, with just a little bit of tang. As perfect as he remembered.

“Harry…” she pleaded, her voice breaking. Her hips wiggled in her impatience. He’d gotten her all worked up and now he was taking too long. She wasn’t in the mood for teasing or building it up. She wanted him now, and she wanted him fast. She’d been too long without his perfect cock inside of her, and she wasn’t a patient woman when it came to these things.

“Not gonna be gentle,” he warned her, taking hold of the base of his cock to guide to her entrance. He thanked everything he could bring to mind that she was so wet already. Made this whole thing move along a lot faster.

“Wouldn’t want you to be,” she assured him. She reached one hand back to grasp at his hip, urging him toward her. “Now just fuck me.”

With a smirk on his face, Harry slid into her in one long thrust, but the tilt fled from his lips as soon as her smooth, warm, tight walls surrounded him. He grunted and leaned forward to bite at her shoulder, muffling his sound.

Y/N had both hands back on the shelves, supporting herself from the force of his movements. She buried her mouth back in her arm to stifle her groan. God, she’d missed the stretch of him. Harry was the largest she’d ever had, both in length and girth, and it wasn’t exactly an easy fit. But if was such a delicious stretch and he filled her up perfectly that she was nearly drunk with the sensation the moment he entered her.

“Hold on tight,” Harry warned her before starting up an unrelenting pace.

They were both glad for the seclusion of their place in the building, because they couldn’t maintain relative silence even if they wanted to. Even with their methods, their heavy breathing and the slapping of their skin together would have been enough to assure everyone in hearing range of exactly what they were doing. As it was, Harry and Y/N weren’t very good and quieting themselves, either. Their moans and whimpers frequently took on a nearly full volume, and Harry even had to move one hand over Y/N’s mouth, his two first fingers slipping in, in order to keep her quiet.

She sucked greedily on the digits, wishing and imagining that it was Harry’s cock in her mouth instead, which just made her moan more. She sincerely hoped he was willing to take this somewhere more private afterward, because there was a lot she’d like to do that they definitely weren’t going to get done there.

“Such a fuckin’ slut for it, aren’t yeh?” he grunted into her ear. “Can feel yeh absolutely soakin’ my cock. Are yeh a bit of an exhibitionist, pet? Hopin’ someone will hear yeh gettin’ yeh’re cunt pounded. Wishin’ they’d hear my name when yeh moan it out. Get off to this shit, hmm?”

Y/N couldn’t help but nod at his assessment. He knew she liked the thought of fucking in a public space; of the risk of getting caught. It thrilled her and caused her walls to clench. Harry hissed.

“So fuckin’ tight, honey. Gonna make me cum in your pretty little cunt.” He shifted her hips slightly, causing him to brush against a new spot. She cried out above the muzzle of his fingers. “Right there? Did I find your button? Gonna squirt all over me like yeh did last time?”

She hadn’t forgotten about that. How could she, even with her successful attempts at brushing her memory of that night away? It was the first time she’d ever cum like that. Harry and been pounding into her at a similar angle to the one he was at now, and her lips were curled around the other girl’s clit when she’d felt that strange sensation. She’d been alarmed at first, afraid something horrible was going to happen, but when she’d protested to Harry, he’d assured her it was okay. He urged her to let her body relax, and when she did, liquid had come gushing out of her unlike she’d ever experienced before. Both Harry and the other girl had looked at her in shocked amazement before sharing excited laughs and continuing on with their playing. Y/N had brushed it aside at the moment, but expressed her embarrassment afterward. Harry had promised her it was normal and told her it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, which made her feel much better about it.

So, she was familiar with the sensation now. She could feel it building like a balloon deep inside her, the pressure forcing Harry to work harder through it. His thrusts slowed some, but they kept the same force, willing her to explode all over the both of them.

“Come on, kitten. Gonna make us walk out of here with your cum all over us. Give it to me,” he demanded, his voice deeper than she’d ever heard it. She felt the shudder in his thrusts and knew he was close as well. She just needed a little bit more and she’d fall over the edge with him.

“Harder,” she choked out around his fingers. Her breath was held in her chest, the overwhelming feeling of her approaching orgasm rendering her unable to expel any air. “Fuck me harder.”

Harry growled and stood up on his toes to get a better angle to drive down. He allowed the weight of his body and the motion he’d already set be that last bit of force she needed to finally burst. And he was not disappointed with the results.

He cut off her building scream with his hand to her throat, squeezing just hard enough to temper the sound. He thrust through the cascade of cum her body released, all over his cock and thighs and her own as well. Luckily, their clothes seemed to be catching most of the liquid and not dripping all over the floor, but Harry wasn’t bothered by it much. His mind was much more focused an the trembling of her body as she came and his own release rushing through him.

He buried his face in her neck, giving one last ditch effort to keep quiet. He came until his vision turned white, overstimulated by the continuing contractions of her walls. He didn’t even remember when he stilled, but when he seemed to regain consciousness, they were both leaned against the shelves, breathing heavily, slick with all sorts of bodily fluids. Harry’s hair was sticking to his forehead and he could see where tendrils of hers was sticking to her neck. They reeked of sex, but he couldn’t care less. He was too fucked out to care about anything aside from getting her back to his flat so they could wind down together and maybe go for round two. And three.

“Yeh alright?” he asked when their breathing finally evened. He pulled out of her as gingerly as possible, but he still noticed when she flinched a little. He used the leg of his underwear to clean himself up as best as possible before tucking himself back away and doing up his jeans.

Y/N righted her own bottoms as she nodded. “Yeah, I’m great.” There was a dazed tone to her voice, and Harry saw the brightness of her skin and the glossiness of her eyes when she turned to look at him. He realised he’d gone the entire time without looking at her face, and he regretted it. However, he convinced himself it was just something he’d have to rectify once they got back to his. He loved the face she made when she orgasmed.

“Still hate me?” Harry asked, trying to keep up his cocky, sarcastic front, but it was a genuine question.

Ever since their night together, Y/N had avoided him like the plague for reasons unbeknownst to him. He wasn’t sure what he did wrong, since it had seemed like their night together had gone amazingly, especially considering they’d stayed together in the hotel room for the night after the other woman left, talking about everything and nothing into the wee hours of the morning. But when he’d woken up a few hours after falling asleep with her in his arms, she’d been gone. And ever since then, she’d walked around campus like she couldn’t even see Harry, let alone even knew him. It hurt, if he was being honest, but he’d allowed her the space she obviously wanted while pining from afar. Even though they’d had sex together—rather kinky sex—first, he really did like her. Wanted to get to know her better and ask her out. She’d never allowed him the opportunity, though.

She looked up at him through her lashes, her brow furrowing adorably. “I never hated you, Harry. Why would yeh think that?”

“Kinda acted like I didn’t exist after the last time,” he told her, pointing out the obvious.

Y/N bit at her lip in nervousness before figuring it was best if she just came out with it. “I wasn’t doing that because I hated you. I was just embarrassed. What normal person has a threesome with a guy within a few weeks of knowing him?”

Harry scoffed with a playful roll of his eyes. “Normal’s boring and overrated. Nothin’ to be embarrassed about. Wouldn’t have fucked yeh if I didn’t like yeh, and I definitely wasn’t judgin’ yeh for it, considerin’ I was part of it, too.”

“I know,” she nodded, biting that damn lip again. Was going to drive him crazy. “It was just sorta out of character for me. Well, my more public character, I suppose.” She shrugged. “Was afraid of someone I knew in real life knowin’ my secret.”

Harry brushed her hair over her shoulder and tucked a bit of it behind her ear, flashing her a soft smile. “Your character is whatever yeh make it. Perfectly okay to be all shy and quiet and studious at school and with your friends and be a complete freak in private with the people you share sex with.” His grin turned mischievous. “Quite like being one of the few that get to see both.”

“Yeah?” she asked, looking at him expectantly.

“Yeah,” he nodded. He hesitantly reached out to grab ahold of her hand, sighing a silent breath of relief when she wrapped her fingers around his palm instead of pulling away. “Now, I would really like it if we could get some coffee or tea and get to know each other better. Maybe get some dinner sometime. Go to a movie.”

Y/N grinned at him wryly. “Are you trying to date me, Harry Styles?”

He shot her a deadpan look. “Might’ve gotten to it earlier if yeh hadn’t run away. Been pinin’ like a bloody schoolboy for months now.”

She cooed at him. “You’re adorable.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. So are we gettin’ coffee or not?”

The smile she sent his way then was bright and full of sunshine. Such a contrast to the girl who’d been asking him to fuck her harder just a few minutes before. He loved it.

“That sounds amazing.”

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