#and we had such a good conversation in your replies just 2 months ago

[todaysanother]

when you follow someone who's in the same fandoms as you, and you like them as person, but they don't follow you back

[littleredwolf]

Hungry Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: The team overhears Nat and Y/N's 'girl talk' through the comms and feelings surface as a result.

Warnings: Suggestive content. Sex references.

Words: 956

A/N: I don't know what this is or where it came from, but if this goes down well I may write up something a little spicy for a part 2 *eyebrow wiggle* PART 2 CAN BE FOUND HERE

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“Bucky's done nothing but undress you with his eyes since you walked in,” Natasha's husky voice came over your earpiece and your eyes snapped to the super soldier on the other side of the room, your cheeks reddening to find him already staring in your direction. 

You let your gaze casually pass over him, playing the brief moment of eye contact off as a coincidence as you scanned the room for the mission, but your heart was pounding and you were sure he could probably hear it. 

“Doubtful,” you scoffed, though you couldn't ignore the tingle that travelled up your spine at the thought of Bucky finding you attractive. You'd had the hots for him for months, but your fear of rejection strongly outweighed your desire to tell him so you'd kept your little secret to yourself…and Nat of course. 

“Stop living in denial, anybody with half a brain can see how he practically drools over you every time he sees you,” Nat argued, and you rolled your eyes as you continued to survey the room. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, it’s true.” 

“Stop watching me, you know it creeps me out when I can’t see you,��� you hissed, eyes roaming the crowd in an attempt to spot the redhead. 

“If you could see me, I wouldn’t be very good at my job,” she teased, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes again. 

“Just hurry up and do your job, Romanoff - the quicker we finish and I can get out of this dress the better,” you stated, readjusting the silky garment that Natasha herself had picked out for you. It suited your cover well, but it was a little provocative for your usual tastes. 

“I’m sure Barnes would agree with you on that one…”

“As much as I’m enjoying watching Bucky squirm from this conversation, head’s up that this is an open channel,” Sam’s voice cutting in over the comms caused any reply you had prepared for Natasha to die on your tongue, the blood draining from your face as you turned to look at Bucky.  

The super soldier was no longer on his mark, but as you searched the crowd you caught a glimpse of him as he was making a swift exit. More than anything you wanted to follow him, to defuse the awkwardness and recover from the embarrassment of him overhearing Nat’s comments, but you stayed rooted to the spot, unable to leave your position. 

“Go,” Nat urged, as though sensing your inner turmoil. “Me and Sam have got this.”

A quick look towards Sam confirmed that he agreed, and you wasted no time in hurrying towards the same door Bucky had gone through moments ago. 

Surprisingly, he hadn’t gone very far, and you found him leaning against the wall in the foyer. Heat rushed to your cheeks as his eyes landed on you, and you smiled sheepishly as you approached.  

“Hey Buck,” you softly said as you reached him. “Sorry about what you heard back there - Nat was just teasing, she didn’t mean any of it.” 

“Didn’t she?” He asked, raising a single eyebrow. 

“What?” You frowned, unsure how to interpret his response. There was a way you wanted this to go, but you didn’t want to get your wires crossed and make even more of a fool of yourself. 

“You said she didn’t mean any of it, but how can you be sure?” 

He pushed himself off the wall and fixed you with an intense gaze, making your knees weak and your breath short. You didn’t dare look away - afraid that if you did, this moment would end. 

“I-uh…I don’t know what you’re getting at here, Buck…” you stammered, too dumbfounded to form a better response. You were very aware of how close the two of you were and the smell of his cologne and warmth emanating from his body was making your brain short circuit. 

“Then let me show you.”

There was no hesitation as he took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours, and you melted into him with a whimper. The sound gave him the encouragement he was looking for and he spun you round so that he could press you up against the wall, moaning into your mouth as you raked your hands through his hair. 

Everything around you ceased to exist and all sense left you as you gave into your desires, the feeling of Bucky’s hands roaming your body setting your skin on fire. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you’d never even let yourself hope that Bucky might actually feel the same, yet here you were, making out with him while his sizable bulge pressed up against you. 

Had Sam not cleared his throat over the comms, you were sure you’d have let the super soldier take you right there and then, regardless of the fact that you were in public and on a mission.  

“Channel is still very much open, guys,” he informed, and Bucky’s eyes widened in horror as he pulled away. You giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. 

“I’m not even sorry,” you told Sam teasingly, straightening up and readjusting your dress. You were aware of Bucky’s eyes on you and you looked up to meet his hungry gaze. 

“I can’t wait to get that thing off you when we’re finished here,” he blurted, and you bit your lip as heat flooded your core. 

“Then we’d better hurry up and finish,” you replied, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the main room so that you could get the mission, and later on your clothes, out of the way. 

PART 2

[lacesgirl]

burn those flowers|t.nott

part 2

summary: Nott could be sweet, romantic and overall perfect boyfriend but at the end he make you to burn his promise that he's going to love you till the end.

parings: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

warnings: bad grammar, smoking, kinda angst

word counts: 2593

author's note: I'm back again just to disappear for another year but school and ib program has been lately too much and I barely got any sleep but I want you guys to have fun even tho if I'm not having fun at all.

Theodore Nott was really sweet at the beginning and during it but then…How a person can change so quickly and without a reason but maybe there was a reason.

Somehow I knew that me and him would end up close to each other but I never expected that we would end up that close. Theodore Nott and I were at the same house so it was obvious that we’re going to spend some time together. 

At first it was always because of Mattheo who was even a bigger drinker than me so I usually went with them to Hogsmeade or Forbidden Forest. Mattheo gets to know me with Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo and Theodore. It's not that I didn't stand out and was quiet. As early as the first week of school, me and Mattheo got detention together. I just didn't think me and them would become friends. They were unapproachable and especially Draco, who had unexplained feelings about Pansy. 

But here we are at Black Lake for the weekly Slytherin party. This time it wasn't a big deal because it was just our group but muggle alcohol could walk on water. We were sitting by the fire when Pansy and Draco decided to leave us for the Forbidden Forest. 

“Have a nice conversation,” Blaise said, amused by the situation, to which Draco gave him a look. 

“Leave them alone," I said, "There are no worse of them than unexplained feelings about each other.”

I felt Mattheo put his arm around my waist and hugged me tightly.

 “Unexplained feelings you say.” He commented.

“Leave me alone Riddle, you're drunk.” I answered him.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched Nott whose jaw clenched. It was between us that there were unexplained feelings. It's not that Mattheo was infatuated with me, we just liked to flirt with each other and later he told me about more girls whose hearts he broke. He was good looking but Nott had something about him. Something that no one else had. Nott was also unfortunately very nonchalant and secretive but gave blunt signals.

“Why do you have to break my heart every time and even later I don't get a goodnight kiss?" he asked.

Before I had time to answer him Lorenzo threw up.

“Well, now it's time for you to give someone else your attention.” I said standing up and patting him on the back. 

“He is also your friend.” He answered me. 

“Yes but you are a strong man and it was your and Blaise's idea to drink.” I replied sitting down next to Theo.

I rested my head on his shoulder and we watched the others take Lorenzo, who was unable to get up. They had a hard way to go and an even harder crossing of the dormitory ahead of them.

When they disappeared from sight and Mattheo's cursing was not heard I knew I could ask Theo about his day.

“How was your day?” I asked. 

“Good except for the fact that the girl which I adore ignored me all day, avoided me as much as possible and at the end of the day flirted with my friend and let him grope her.” he responded.

“You should be less nervous," I said, then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

I saw him tense up even more so I snatched the cigarette from his hand and took a decent drag. It was because of them that me and Nott became close to each other when on the Astrology Tower he was thinking that he’s not going to say sober and I couldn't sleep. Our first kiss was also thanks to cigarettes when I asked him for one and he did a shotgunning cigarette and then kissed me in the same place where we were now, exactly 7 months ago.

“Could you give it back already," he asked even though I knew he could pull out another one.

I looked at him and then sat on his lap and inhaled. I put my lips to his mouth and slowly blew cigarette smoke into his mouth. After a few seconds his hands were on my waist and our kiss seemed even more intimate. When we pulled away from each other, he pulled me closer and held me even tighter. 

“Y/N will you be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“Theo, you know the answer.” I responded.

“After today I’m not sure,” he stated.

“Yes, I will be your girlfriend.” I said then I placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Kissing with Nott has it that it never ends in one and is never just kissing. Before I knew it I was lying on the ground and he was above me playing with the hem of my skirt. I knew it wasn't the best idea but the alcohol I drank earlier gave me some courage. I didn't know if it was the alcohol that warmed me up or Theodore himself. The next thing I felt was his lips sucking on my neck and his hand going higher and higher on my thigh. When he unbuttoned my first button we heard the breaking of dry branches.

“Sorry, we didn't want to interrupt you," said Draco. 

“Are you officially together now?” asked Nott.

“ I don’t know, are we.” said Draco then grabbed Pansy's hand tighter and walked away.

I think if it wasn't for those two me and Theo would have ended up the same way. Draco had his shirt unbuttoned and Pansy better not comment on that out of respect for our friendship.

“We'd better get back," I said, then quickly reached for a cigarette.

“Do we really have to?” my boyfriend asked me.

In response, I got up slightly to my feet and buttoned my button. Theo sighed then reached into his backpack.

“I have something for you, I know we haven't been together long but I'm sure I've been in love with you for a long time,” he said, pulling artificial flowers out of his backpack, “ Y/N I'm giving you these flowers because they will wilt only when I stop loving you.”

I felt my eyes glazing over so I just kissed him and took his hand.

“This is the best gift I ever got," I said as he pulled me closer to him. 

Deftly snatched a cigarette from me after which he lit it. We walked like that through the night and it was perfect. Our beginnings were perfect too. I stopped being his secret and became his priority. 

The next day I was talking to Pansy about what had happened between her and Draco in the common room, when I felt someone cover my eyes and place a light kiss on my shoulder.

“Guess who it is," he said.

I grabbed his hands tightly and turned around then placed a light kiss on his lips. I felt Pansy's gaze on me, which penetrated my soul and drilled a hole in me. 

“After training I'm taking you on a date," he said, then disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

“So…” shouted Pansy.

I grabbed her hand then directed us to our room. We spent this time very productively and it was not without slurs under my name, because how could I not tell her. As Pansy was getting excited about the idea of double dates, someone knocked on the door. Standing in them was not only Nott with flowers but also Draco. 

“We leave you alone," I said, "Don't forget to put some spells on the door.”

I left with Theo and this was accompanied by a quiet thumping sound when Pansy threw her shoe at the door.

When I entered the room it was well after midnight and I found Draco and Pansy there in one bed. I knew they were pretending to sleep. As I walked away, I just threw a quiet slur and left the room. 

As I walked in silence to the men's section, I quietly knocked. The shirtless Theodore opened it for me. 

“You already missed me," he asked piteously.

“I preferred not to hear two people having sex a few meters away from me," I replied and then went into the room.

“Thank you for inviting me in and letting me sleep," said Nott ironically.

“I can always go to Matteo's to sleep," I replied and then went to the closet to put on something more comfortable to sleep in. 

I felt that the atmosphere in the room thickened but I tried to ignore his gaze. When I went to bed, Nott was still standing in the same place. I knew he wouldn't go in if I didn't give him some attentiveness. I got up and walked over to him. I put my arms around his neck and started kissing him. However, he still stood unmoved.

“Even in a million years, me and him will never be together," I said and then pulled him toward the bed.

I knew it would work so a moment later my head was leaning against his bare chest. With my finger I was drawing stamps on his shoulder. It was quiet but peaceful. I knew he didn't like to talk much so I was filling in the silence for him. However, today the silence was different. It was a peace that he obtained because deep down he was afraid that I would actually end up with Mattheo. 

I don't even know when Snape's lessons turned into a lesson of sending me notes instead of me and Mattheo getting detention. Theodore always made sure I didn't drink too much because I had no moderation. He always made me feel better. Weekly dates turned into twice a week dates, often double dates. He always moved me from the couch to my room. When I got too drunk with Pansy I would fall asleep there. I always went to his games and made sure he went to his lessons. I often found flowers or small gifts from him. We rarely argued and it was perfect. He was not selfish in bed. It was really wonderful. 

The warm summer day was giving out. The Snape chamber in the basement seemed like a dreamy nightmare when the Slytherin got extra classes. I sat bored fighting my sleep and ignoring the taunts of Mattheo, who had recently become insistent. He couldn't understand that now I couldn't spend as much time alone with him. When being awake was almost impossible, I got a note.

We’re sneaking out. NOW!!!

Before I had time to react, I was pushed out the back door.

“We are going to be fucked” I said.

“Tought,”replied Nott pulling me behind him.

We didn't have to wait long for the consequences of this escape. All seven of us were called back the same day. Snape swapped us in pairs for a project we were to hand in by the end of the semester. I felt that me and Mattheo would get the worst pair, and I wasn't wrong. Mattheo got Ron Weasley, and I got Cedric. Fucking Cedric, with whom I used to have something in common. It wasn't the other but it was awkward afterwards. 

I didn't even have to look at my boyfriend to know what he looked like. After the reprimand, we left the room. The mood was no longer the same as before.

“Anyone fancy a drink," Pansy asked. However, she didn't need to know the answer, because everyone knew where they were going.

While the party was going on at its best, I went to get another drink. When I returned, Theo was smoking a cigarette again. I sat down next to him on the ground, and he put his arm around me. I could feel him tense up so I quickly took a drink. It warmed me up from the inside and I guess that's what I needed.

“Teddy, I can always do this project myself," I said.

In response, I felt him squeeze me tighter. When he smoked a cigarette, he picked me up and began to lead me into the woods. When we finished, the party had long since ended.

“Are you sure everything is fine?” I asked.

Yes, I'm just afraid that what used to be between you two will come back. It's not that I don't trust you, I just." Before he finished talking I just hugged him.

For the first two weeks everything was the same, the only thing that changed was his need to be near me and my touch. However, later we stopped going on dates and he stopped talking. Later he spoke less but needed more and more touch. Later he just kept his hand on my thigh and rejected every other form of closeness. One day he didn't come at all. Since that day I haven't seen him and when I did it was always drunk. He avoided me and everyone else however he remained faithful to me. I tried my best to reach out to him until I gave up because I knew he would be at the party at the end of every project we had. 

As I slipped through the empty castle, I didn't know if I could hear my beating heart more or the feeling walking behind me. Walking like this however, I hoped he would be there. When I got there, I didn't see him so I went to Mattheo, who was making drinks as usual. After a few drinks, I fired up a cigarette and took Mattheo aside.

“Do you think he has another?” I asked and inhaled my cigarette.

“No, believe me he was in love with you before he got to know you.” he answered me.

“Do you think he stopped loving me?” I asked. 

“No, I already told you that he loves you more than anyone.” he answered me. 

“Do you know what happened to him?” I asked again.

“If I knew, everything would have been fine long ago?” he answered me.

Before I had time to ask another question, we heard screams. We quickly bolted from our seats. The only thing I saw was the moment when Draco with Blais pulled Theodore away from Cedric. I quickly approached them but when he saw me he started to pull away and go to the front. 

No one was paying attention to Nott, but to Cedric. I started to run towards him, however he did not give up. When we had gone far away I knew that this was the only opportunity to talk to him

“Theodre Nott what the fuck is your problem!”I shouted, but he ignored me.

So I ran up and pulled him by the hand so that he stopped. He stopped and turned towards me. For the first time I saw his eyes, so black and full of pain. Although maybe it was hatred.I’m not sure.

“Burn these flowers,” he said quite quietly.

“Talk to me," I said, although my heart had already managed to shatter into tiny pieces.

“Burn these fucking flowers,” he said, then snatched his hand and just start walking without even looking at me.

I stood like that, in the dark night, and a light wind blew on my back. I could do nothing but cry, and while I was crying like that, Mattheo found me. He hugged me tightly and sat with me all night while I alternated between crying and drinking. 

Deep down I prayed that these flowers would burn on their own, because I couldn't do it.

let me know if you want part 2

[ravennaortiz]

Happy for 2 and 13. Angst turned fluff. Our Killa doesn't always realize he deserves good things too.

P.S. If you get sick of my asks feel free to tell me to fuck off. I just adore your works and have a serious thing for Happy (and Chibs and Tig, but mostly Hap 😋)

You are speaking the truth! He does not at all and we will fix that one story at a time!

The way I busted out laughing at the P.S section! Mam you can do no wrong in my eyes and I will never get tired of tired of your asks! I will write you Happy stories until my fingers bleed and my eyes blur from staring at the screen! So send them in as you think of them!

Now back to your order. Looks like you want a Happy Meal with Angst and a side of fluff. With the prompts 2: I'm not the right man for you and 13: I promise. *Excellent Choice*

Over?

Happy had been dreading this conversation all week. Being on a week long run had given him the excuse he needed to put distance between the two of you. Allowed him to rebuild those walls he had been letting your chip away at the last few months. Tonight he was going to destroy the relationship you two had in order to keep you from meeting an early grave.

His lifestyle and past were too dangerous. Demons chased him and he couldn't think of you getting caught by one. His sins were not yours to atone for. The club shit lately was getting darker and darker. The last straw for him was what happened to Tara a couple of weeks ago. He had been haunted by the image of it being you. You in a pool of cold blood with eyes glassy and fixed on nothing. The sound of Juice's voice pulled him from his well of sorrows.

"Hap! Your girls here" called Juice as he saw you walk in. Happy had asked him to keep an eye out for you so that he could do this quick before you got to far into the clubhouse. The smile and wave you shot him was like a punch to the gut as he slammed his beer down and made his way too you. Grabbing your arm roughly he pulled you out the door behind him making you stumble as you tried to keep up.

"Happy? Whats wrong?" you questioned worry obvious in your expression as he turned to you. Happy had to ground himself as his resolve weakened at the concern in your voice. Giving himself a shake mentally he reminded himself this was what was best for you.

"We are over and you're not welcome here anymore" stated Happy firmly his face expressionless. "What? Why?" you struggled to get out as tears spilled down your cheeks. Happy shut his eyes and his voice shook slightly as he spoke again. "I'm not the right man for you. Life I lead isn't built for you and I don't deserve the sunshine that is you. So were done. Leave" replied Happy trying to be harsh at the end.

You were silent for a couple of minutes as you considered how wrong the stoic man in front of you was. Happy readied himself for the swift sting of a slap as he felt your arm move under his loose grip. The softness of your skin as you caressed his cheek had him opening his eyes. "Here I thought you were one of those smart bikers" you murmured as his eyes met yours. "Didn't even check me for a weapon before trying to break my heart" you chided giving him a soft smile.

"I can protect myself" he grunted as he grabbed your hand that was on his cheek. "Please go" he added quietly. "No. I don't accept your break up Happy. You're scared. Shit has been crazy I get it but that doesn't mean you get to push me away. " you stated defiantly eyes ablaze with passion as you spoke.

"I promise you Happy, you are the right man for me. " you added before leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his nose. "I love you. You're perfect in my eyes and need to stop being so damn hard on yourself. Just because you do....questionable things doesn't mean you don't deserve sunshine, rainbows and nose kisses" you soothed as you pulled him into a hug.

Happy sighed as he let you wrap yourself around him. "Guess I'm stuck with you" he rasped knowing you had won. "I can't wait to tell your momma how you tried to dump me when we go over to her house for dinner tomorrow night." you chuckled into his chest. "I'll have to check her for a weapon first" laughed Happy. His momma didn't play when it came to you.

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[cosmolog]

Miguel's Secret (P.2)

Part One. Part Three

[Two Years Ago]

"Okay, Y/n, can you hand me a screwdriver? There's one over there" Miguel waved his hand to the table at the end of the room, not taking his eyes off the suit he was creating.

I quickly walked over to the table and grabbed the screwdriver, then rushed back and gave him the tool. The next sound he made was a low chuckle.

"Take your time, I'm in no rush." He said, sending me a grin over his shoulder before using the screwdriver on the suit.

"Oh, okay. Sorry." I chuckled, feeling warm in the face. "Um, would you like some tea or something-"

"No, no, I'm good for now." Miguel sighed as he finished screwing the new gadget on. He stood up straight. "I don't have much for you to do today, if I'm being honest."

I smiled and stepped forward to admire the suit, which was nearly finished. "Muy chido" ('Very cool') I smiled.

Miguel smiled. "Gracias, N/n." ('Thanks, Nickname') He threw his arm around my shoulders and side-hugged me. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off?" He said.

I scoffed a laugh. "Robots don't need rest, Miggy." I reminded him.

"I know but...just ease my conscience for me. I don't like anyone working over-time for me." He reasoned as he started tidying up his workshop.

I stood there watching him for a moment. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Google it." Miguel joked, laughing at his own joke. "You can go for a stroll or visit the aquarium. I know you loved that place when we went last month. Why don't you go see if they have anything new in." The thought did sound tempting. I loved the various fish and aquatic creatures that the cities largest aquarium held. So many colours, shapes, patterns. But, no...Not without...

"Without you?" I was puzzled. Miguel was always with me whenever we went anywhere outside the Spider Society, so this request was quite unusual.

"Yeah, why not?" Miguel replied.

"But...I...I could be robbed." I excused. "Or kidnapped, or-"

"Y/n, don't worry. That won't happen. You have multiple tasers built into your hands, all you gotta do if point your finger." He smiled as he stopped what he was doing and approached me, placing his hands on my shoulders feeling how tense they had gotten. His tone grew soft and warm as he reassured me "I wouldn't let you go out on your own if I didn't give you something to protect yourself with. Now,¡vamos! Go on!" (Let's go) He said as he practically pushed me out the door.

[Present Day]

"I'm only going to take a peek-" I said as I tried to get past the two teenagers, who were blocking the way out of the storage room.

"No, you can't. If Miguel sees you, I don't know what he's gonna do!" Gwen said, hurriedly as she stood in front of me.

"Why are you saying that like it's a bad thing? What the hell would he do?" Miles asked.

"I-I don't know! We don't know their history, we don't know if Miguel is mad at her for falling in love with him or what-"

"I am not in love with him!" I protested.

"Yes, you are!" Gwen and Miles said in sync.

My eyebrows raised in shock at them as I looked between the two. I didn't speak as the two teens spoke to each other quietly. Gwen pulled Miles away from me so I wouldn't hear their conversation.

Now was my chance. My eyes locked on the door to the storage room. By the time Gwen and Miles turned to check on me, they were sent into a panic upon seeing nobody around.

I laughed as I ran, feeling joy flow through me. I wanted to run faster and faster. But as I turned the tenth corner, I slowly halted my rush now met with a dead end. Well, not really, there was a door with a key pad. I didn't know if the passwords in the Society had changed or not since I was last online but I could give it a go.

Enter Password;__________

Here goes nothing...

Enter Password; G-A-B-R-I-E-L-L-A

PASSWORD CORRECT

I sighed in relief before pushing the door open.

My eyes fell on a large aquarium in a wide open room filled with so many fish. I remember seeing them in the aquarium when I went with Miguel the one day that we did go. I remember pointing out the colourful ones, the ones that stood out to me. I remember taking a picture of Miguel as he imitated one of the fish that had a permanent frown. I chuckled at the memory.

Holograms of whales floated around the room, as if swimming in an invisible ocean. A smile broke out on my face as the humpback past over-head, followed closely by her calf.

The reflections of the water were all over my body, as if I was the water too. I walked closer to the aquarium. Placing my hand on the glass, I leant as close as I could get.

Though the room was dark, the aquarium lights created an amazing and magical glow on the fish. So immersed in the enchanting sight, I hadn't noticed that someone had entered the room until..

"I shouldn't have let you go..." A gravelly voice suddenly spoke.

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(part 2 to this)

(cw: very brief and vague conversation of mental health, alcohol use mentioned)

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Today was the first day Mark hadn't called or texted you since you broke up a month ago. He left voicemails, sent texts, and direct messages, even when you removed him from social media and had one of your mutual friends ask him to stop contacting you. At first it was the typical messages that he would send when he actually had time for you, good morning, have an awesome day, today I totally aced my biology exam! Then the messages turned to almost completely illegible messages on nights when he drank or message after message of apologies and begging you to forgive him. You never answered the messages or listened to any voicemails.

More than anything it hurt you how much effort he decided to put toward a relationship that was now done compared to the end of your relationship.

Today was the first day you were going out and feeling weightless, no sadness from the breakup- you felt good. Maybe that was because the semester was over and you were going home or because you didn't have any notifications from Mark, you didn't know and you really didn't care.

You were busy unpacking your bags, when you heard a knock on your bedroom door, "You have a visitor, hun."

You were confused as you made your way to the front door, you hadn't made any plans with your friends for today. Did you get the date wrong?

You were completely wrong, it was Mark. Luckily, he couldn't see you turn away from the door and head back to your room. Well, almost go to your room, you bumped into your mom, "You should talk to him, honey."

"I'm not ready to," you shook your head.

"Then maybe just hear him out, get some closure. I don't like seeing you sad," she suggested with a small smile.

You huffed, with a childish stomp of you foot. There was no telling this lady no. You pulled the door open and stepped outside, avoiding all contact with Mark who was staring at you with a stupid, surprised look on his face.

"I uh- wasn't sure if you'd be coming home. You never answered any of my texts or calls," he mumbled.

"Yeah and I didn't read or listen to anything you sent either, did you need something? I can have my mom drop off the stuff that might be here later," you replied.

"No I uh, I brought you these," he held out a bouquet of flowers, your favorites. You hated how your heart skipped a beat.

"Thanks," you answered briefly.

"I wanted also apologize, for uh, the well, you know."

You had to hold back your scoff, "Yeah Mark, every time I saw you sent me anything I was reminded of you dumping me for your frat bros."

"I didn't dump you..."

You huffed, taking a seat on the bench your parents have had on the porch since before you could remember. The bench where you told Mark about your crush at 15 and where you both shared your first kiss on your 16th birthday. How times had changed. "What would you call it then, Mark?"

He chuckled breathily, "It's weird hearing you call me Mark."

"Yeah, well would you call you ex baby or babe?"

"I don't have any other exes." He answered quietly.

The air was tense between the two of you. He sat at the opposite end of the bench, staring out at the street. "I'm really sorry, I promised you when we were 18 that I would never hurt you, and I broke your heart. I guess I broke my own heart too, I never wanted to hurt you the way I did.”

You laughed sarcastically, “What was the response you expected Mark? You pulled away from me for weeks and then show up telling me some other people I’ve never met are telling you to break up with me and you followed through! You have a mind of your own and you can make your own decisions, but you still listened to them!”

“Baby, I wasn’t thinking- ”

“Don’t- Mark,” you interrupted.

“I’m sorry. I really do mean it, I never wanted to hurt you but I did. I miss you, I miss hearing your laugh, seeing you everyday, talking to you everyday, and I miss being around you. Not even as your boyfriend but as your friend. I can never make up for the hurt I caused you, but I want to try again- if you’ll let me- of course.”

“I can’t do that Mark, you’re not the person I knew. You’re so different now, you have new priorities and I don’t want to go through being pushed aside again, even as friends.”

You could hear him clear his throat, “I don’t want to go back the old us, we’ve both grown and matured and we can do better than teenage us. If this was me before I wouldn’t have made any changes and continuously begged for you to take me back, but I want to better for you. I uh, I left the frat. You’re right, I don’t need a bunch of guys only a few years older than me telling me what to do. On top of that, my brother hated me calling them my brothers,” you laughed at that, “I also found someone on campus to help me deal with my stress. I know you said you could have helped me, but that shouldn't be your responsibility or really anybody's but my own."

"Good for you Mark, I'm proud of you," you nodded, you did mean it. You knew how hard it was for Mark to be away from home, away from his family, it wasn't easy for him to just do the work and not get the grades he was used to. It was a huge change for him.

"So while I'm not the person I want to be for you, I don't like me without you. I'd really like if you could give me another chance as your friend, and maybe one day when we're both ready we can give us another shot. If you want to of course."

"I can't forgive you and take you back like nothing happened, Mark. I don't even know if I still trust you," You sighed, running your hands over your face.

"I'll do everything I can to rebuild that trust. We'll take it slow, baby steps. If I mess up even one time, I'll leave and stay away from you forever," Mark ended softly.

"Being away from you for just a month has been awful, I'm giving you one more chance Mark, because I don't think my heart can handle you stomping all over it again," you lightly joked.

Mark hesitantly put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close, he pressed his lips to the crown of your head, "I wouldn't ever dream of it."

Things were going to be just fine.

[kimbappykidding]

Previous parts: Part One

"Hey where's Y/n?" Chen asked one day on the way to rehearsal "we haven't seen her in ages". Baekhyun stiffened and wondered how to respond. "Yeah why hasn't she been over?" Sehun asked. Baekhyun took a breath and shrugged "you all have phones, you can Invite her" he replied making the boys all pause. "Well yeah but you're closest to her which is why we were asking" Chen said. "We're not that close!" Baekhyun said "I haven't even seen her all month so we can't be that close". "Okay okay you're not close!" Chen relented sensing this was a sensitive subject and Baekhyun sighed, upset he'd snapped. "Sorry I just...don't think we're friends anymore" Baekhyun admitted. "Oh...I'm sorry" Chen said and Suho frowned "do you want to talk about it?". Baekhyun told them what happened from you seeing him and Seoyun to you getting back with Jin. "So are you and Seoyun back together?" Lay asked. Baekhyun shook his head "she's messaged me a few times but I haven't texted her back". "So you wanted to sleep with Seoyun because you didn't want Y/n thinking you two were a couple?" Kai asked and Baekhyun nodded. "But you're upset she's back with Jin?" Chanyeol asked and Baekhyun sighed "I know it makes me such hypocrite". "Yeah a little" D.O. nodded "but what stopped you sleeping with Seoyun. Was it just guilt or something else?". "Something else?" Baekhyun asked "if you're implying I'm secretly in love with Y/n you can stop right there".

He hadn't quite worked out what his feelings for you were but he couldn't be in love with you. If he'd had the perfect girl this entire time and had ruined it all...well it wouldn't bear thinking about but the guys wouldn't let it drop.

"But why would you feel guilty otherwise?" Suho asked  "did you feel you'd led Y/n on or something? That she didn't know the arrangement". "No she knew" Baekhyun admitted "I guess I just felt guilty because I felt she had feelings for me and I'd hurt her". "Yeah but you and Seoyun were before you and Y/n" Kai said "I'm just surprised that your guilt would make you incapable of being with her". Sehun nodded "plus you said it was 2 weeks ago when you saw Y/n with Jin, why didn't you contact Seoyun when you saw Y/n had moved on". Baekhun paused as that thought honestly hadn't occurred to him. "I don't know I guess it was just kind of tainted after seeing Y/n". "So you no longer wanted to sleep with Seoyun once you saw Y/n?" Chen asked leaning forwards and Baekhyun nodded "yes!".

He saw the look on his members' faces and frowned "but why are you all looking at me like that?". "Nothing just...I don't think you feel bad for Y/n or if you do you shouldn't anymore. She's back with Jin and he's...a very good idol to date" Xuimin said. "What because he's rich? I have money too!" Baekhyun said. D.O. nodded "yeah but he has more and he's also more famous". Chanyeol nodded "and he's a really nice guy and good-looking". Baekhyun pouted "I guess he's good in some ways but it really depends on what you're into. We're too different to compare". The boys exchanged another look and Baekhyun sighed "what are all these secret looks for?". "We think you're jealous" Suho said and Baekhyun sighed "I'm not I just feel for Y/n". "Why she's got worldwide handsome in her bed" Sehun laughed. "Jin's not everything!" Baekhyun snapped "they haven't even talked in years! She's a different person from who she was back then and he had no idea about any of that! He doesn't know all the things she likes or all her habits. He doesn't know her! Not like I do" Baekhyun finished and D.O. nodded "there it is". "Did I just say like I do?" Baekhyun asked and Chen nodded "yeah...". Baekhyun sighed and put his head on the table.

After his conversation with the guys Baekhyun realised there might be more to this than he was letting on. Baekhyun hadn't wanted to face the horrible reality but when the guys started hyping Jin up it made Baekhyun irrationally angry and he knew there was more to this. He admitted he had developed feelings for you over the years. You'd spent a lot of time together and were there for him often...but were those feelings romantic? He'd always liked Seoyun but one of the main reasons he'd wanted to sleep with her was to prove to you and maybe even himself that the two of you weren't a thing. Because when he thought about dating you he was scared. The two of you were perfect on paper. Great chemistry, close friends, compatible personalities and very suited physically...if he couldn't make it work with you could he make it work with anyone? Baekhyun didn't want to find out so he pushed you away and sought a distraction but after seeing the hurt on your face he didn't want it. After the weeks of not seeing you he missed you and that had put things into perspective for him.

Meanwhile, you were pretty sure your friendship with Baekhyun was over and part of you thought it could be for the best. You'd never been honest with Baekhyun about what you wanted and your needs were never met. You'd hurt yourself and would've just kept hurting yourself so at least for better or worse that was over now. You'd been seeing friends besides Baekhyun more and surprisingly Jin was your main one. At first, the girls were worried this was a rebound but quickly realised it was just friendship and were pleased. Jin was a good influence and you eventually confessed everything to him.

Jin listened to your story with a sympathetic expression and rushed to validate all your feelings. He assured you things would get better and helped you realise you weren't pathetic or weak for liking Baekhyun. It also helped that he knew you well and from a romantic perspective. So you felt a lot better about what had happened and were starting to heal but Baekhyun was not.

Baekhyun could not stop thinking about you but he also couldn't work up the courage because he had no idea what to say. After apologising for everything he'd done, should he then admit his feelings for you and ask you to leave Jin for him? It was just so risky and he couldn't help the feeling he'd missed his chance with you...and he was scared to ask because then he'd know for definite if he had or not. He knew with each day he left it the worse it got but he seemed incapable of doing anything else.

He'd largely been avoiding the outside world and so hadn't been going to any parties or events but he had to go to some for work and that's where he saw Jin. He was quite literally the last person Baekhyun wanted to see but Baekhyun had agreed to talk in their interview and he needed a mic. Jin was waiting for his own mic and the woman disappeared to go find them both one leaving the two boys alone. Things were very awkward and there was a thick tension in the air. It was so uncomfortable Baekhyun figured he should get something out of it and so he asked something he'd been dying to ask.

"How's Y/n?" Baekhyun asked and Jin stiffened "I think you should ask her if you're worried about her" and went to walk away but Baekhyun wasn't having that. "Really? You can't even tell me she's fine?". Jin shrugged "I just think you should ask her if you care". "Of course I care about her!" Baekhyun cried "just because you're back together doesn't erase the fact I've been there since you broke her heart! You don't get to come back and act superior". Jin paused "back together? Y/n and I aren't back together". "But I saw you at our restaurant together" Baekhyun said and Jin paused before figuring out what Baekhyun must've meant. "We were just getting food, we're not together" and Baekhyun froze "you're not?". "No, we've rekindled our friendship but that's all...see someone else broke her heart this time" Jin said and walked away leaving Baekhyun very shocked and then Jin's words hit him. He'd broken your heart.

Baekhyun burst into the dressing room and looked around the room "where's my coat?" he asked "I put it right there". "What?" Sehun asked and Baekhyun sighed "my coat! Where is it?". "Calm down the staff hung it up" Chanyeol said and Baekhyun rushed to the rack and pulled in off its hanger. "Where are you going we're on stage in 30" Suho said. "I have to go find Y/n" Baekhyun said "she's not dating JIn, I got it all wrong but I did hurt her. I hurt her bad and I have to find her" Baekhyun said shaking as he spoke. "Okay calm down" D.O. said "you can't drive anywhere like this". "Well I'll run then!" Baekhyun said "the point is I have to get here and I can't sing a stupid song about love when I hurt the girl who showed me the most love!". "Look I know you're upset but why not just do the performance and then go?" Xiumin asked. Suho saw the look on Baekhyun's face though and shook his head "I'll get you out of here but you're not driving, you'll get yourself killed. We'll get you a car". Baekhyun rushed to Suho "thank you hyung!" and Suho nodded "come on".

10 minutes later Baekhyun was in a car on his way to yours. He gave the driver extra money to get there quicker and he got to yours in record time. He hopped out of the car before the taxi had even properly stopped and raced to your front door. He pounded on it and it was quickly opened by Irene. "You" she said and he nodded "I know you all hate me and you're so justified but please let me speak to Y/n for just five minutes". "You can't" Irene said and Baekhyun sighed "look I never meant to hurt her. I never realised I was in love with her but I do now and I need to make it right so please Irene let me in!" he cried. "No you don't get it" Irene started but Baekhyun cut her off "no you don't get it..." when she stuck her hand over his mouth "Y/n isn't here!" she yelled. "What?" Baekhyun asked, his voice muffled by her hand. Irene removed it and sighed "she's at a bar downtown with some friends". "Which bar?" Baekhyun asked "the Yellow Deer" Irene said and Baekhyun was off. He managed to stop the taxi just as it was heading back by jumping onto it and waved to Irene thanking her. "New plan, head downtown!" he called to the driver and threw him another wad of money "in case I damaged your car...sorry".

15 minutes later Baekhyun was running down the pavement looking for the bar he knew he was around here somewhere. He'd nearly fallen over 5 times since getting out of the taxi and knew he should slow down but he couldn't, not when he was so close. Finally he saw the logo of yellow antlers and smiled before he saw you coming outside and heading to a taxi. "Y/n no! Wait" he yelled and ran full pelt at the taxi, stopping the door from closing with his arm which hurt. He was trying very hard not to swear when you saw him "Baekhyun". "Y/n...I need to talk to you" he said and you looked a him "but I...how did you know I was here". "I went to your house and Irene told me and then I came here but saw you leaving so I ran and broke my arm" he said "but none of that matter because I have to talk to you" he told you. "Are you drunk?" you asked and he shook his head "no I just can't lose you or hurt you anymore!" he cried and your friends  looked at you unsure what to make of this newcomer. "Y/n do you want us to drive?" one of them asked and Baekhyun held his breath. You looked at all your friends and then shook your head "it's okay" and you got out of the car.

Baekhyun cheered and helped you out "Yn thank you so much, you honestly have no idea..." when you stopped him. "Baekhyun what is it you need to say?" and he nodded "right of course well..." and then realised he had not prepared what he was going to say to you. All he knew was when Jin revealed everything he knew he had to come to you but now he was here how did he explain it all. "I erm...Y/n I'm so sorry" he burst figuring that was a good place to start "I've messed everything up between us and it's all my fault". You blinked "I...what do you mean". "I don't even know where to begin" Baekhyun said "for years I never defined what we were, I went off to the military without giving you an idea about what we were and then with Seoyun...I'm so sorry Y/n I never wanted you to find out like that". You shrugged looking down "it's okay, I know she'll always be the love of my life". "No!" Baekhyun said "I mean maybe she was one day but she isn't any more. After you came I couldn't carry on with her and we didn't sleep together". "You didn't?" you asked and Baekhyun shook his head "I couldn't because of you...but I didn't get what that meant. What all the feelings I had were or why I felt so guilty...all I knew was I felt sick every time I thought of discussing it with you and so I avoided the situation. Then things grew, I saw you at a restaurant with Jin, the guys kept asking where you were and still I had no idea why I was so torn up. I know you're my best friend and I'd hurt you but it was more than that. Then I saw Jin today and he told me you weren't together and that I broke your heart and it...broke mine" Baekhyun admitted "because I'm in love with you Y/n and I'd fought it for so long because of how much of an idiot I was! I had the perfect girl loving me for years and did nothing but push you away. I didn't want to admit how close I'd come to perfection but that's not even the worst part...I was with you years ago when Jin broke your heart and I swore I would never let another guy hurt you but I did the same thing just much worse and I will never be able to forgive myself Y/n but I promise from the bottom of my heart I am so so sooo sorry" he said and then he took a deep breath.

You stared at him because that was a lot of information to take in at once but one thing was standing out. "You're in love with me?" you asked unsure and Baekhyun nodded. "I am" he nodded "I think I'd always known deep down but I never admitted it because I was scared. You're my best friend Y/n and I figured if I can't make it work with you than there's something really wrong with me...but that's still no excuse for what I did and if you give me a chance I swear I will make it up to you". You blinked "but what are you proposing we do, go back to how things were?". "No" Baekhyun said "I mean unless you want to but the idea of you with another guy drives me crazy and I'd want to be all yours...if you'd have me". "But what about Seoyun?" you asked "why did you even go for her, you'd always said you'd never go back there". Baekhyun nodded "honestly I was confused and vulnerable. I knew I had feelings for you but didn't want to acknowledge them and I saw Seoyun and thought maybe if I slept with her it'd...I don't know, erase everything I felt for you and put you off me but I couldn't go through with it". "So you did it to hurt me?" you asked in a pained tone that made Baekhyun so angry at himself.

He took a breath and looked down "I didn't want to hurt you but I did...I hurt you with my actions and there's no explaining that". "So what's to stop you doing that again?" you asked "what if you feel vulnerable or sad again and need some way to throw off that steam. Will you hurt me again?". Baekhyun shook his head coming closer "I can't promise I will never ever hurt you again but I can promise you that after seeing you sad and hurt because of me I never want to do that again and will do everything in my power to stop that from happening. I know it's hard for you to trust me and it will take time but I'm happy to wait as long as you need to see I'm telling the truth". "But why do you want to be with me?" you asked "you haven't given a single reason, how do you know this isn't just you feeling guilty?". "Because it's not!" he said "Y/n I can name an infinite number of reasons as to why I want to be with you. You've always been there for me and have cared for me more than family. I know I can always turn to you and out of all my friends, you were there waiting for me after my military enlistment, you wrote to me and replied to my letters, you got me through it but that's enough about what you've done for me, it's also about how you make me feel. I feel like I can be myself around you, you're one of the few people I can say that about and even when I'm at my lowest you make me feel normal. You make the world feel brighter and I feel like everything will be okay with you around. You're the funniest, kindest person I've ever met and I've always been attracted to you. That's why I suggested we sleep together that night...because I'd always wanted to and every night with you was so good" he sighed "Y/n you're the perfect girl. You're smart, caring, gorgeous, strong and know me better than anyone else but I love you because you're you" Baekhyun told you.  

Baekhyun realised he was stood pretty close to you but didn't want to back away. He wanted you to see right into his eyes and see he meant every word. "If there's anything I can say or do to convince you..." he trailed off and you looked at him. You gently raised a hand to his cheek and focused on his face. Baekhyun stared back at you hoping you could see everything in him. "Y/n..." he started but you shushed him. You were quiet for a few seconds before you looked at him "I believe you". Baekhyun was so shocked that he thought he misheard you. "What?" he asked. "I said I believe you" you said again "and I'll take you if you're still offering". "Yes yes a thousand times yes!" Baekhyun cried kissing you.

When you pulled away Baekhyun realised you were crying and frowned. He quickly wiped away your tears and held your face in his hands "Y/n...what's wrong?". "Nothing just...you've never kissed me like that and that's how I know you mean it". Baekhyun shook his head "well I'm going to carry on kissing you like this forever".

Baekhyun lived up to his promise.

[hearts4golbach]

Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader)

part 1

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"you are the light I've been searching for forever."

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at 4:11 a.m., I sat on my bed. the warm, early summer breeze blew in through my window. I had a dollar bill rolled up in one hand and a bag of pills in the other. I dumped one out, placing it gently onto my old math book. I crushed it up, being as quiet as possible not to wake up my parents. I formed the line with my id and snorted it with one quick motion. I tilted my head back and placed my finger over my nostril, sniffing the excess up. it felt like i had just got flipped upside down to give my brain a refresh. I felt the drugs start to kick in. I put the back back in the little rip in my pillow and took out my flip phone to text Larry and Sal.

"yoooooooooooo." I sent the group chat, I felt my body relax as it usually does after a long day and some coke. I knew I was an addict. but I was holding on by a string. Having a boyfriend that hits you constantly and forces you to fuck and having parents that are constantly fighting and should've broken up ages ago dont mix well.

6 months ago, my friend brought a small packet of coccaine to school, and it flipped my life upside down. I was addicted and ended up buying and selling my own. I was a goody two shoes, always had good grades, and would have a panic attack over a C or a B. but that completely changed.

My other friends boyfriend got my number and started hitting on me. he would tell me he only wanted me and not my friend. I gave in and helped him cheat on her. we met every day at the science hall to make out. he broke up with her, and we started dating a month later. he always begged to have sex with me, even after me telling him I wasn't ready. the first time I went over to his house for dinner, he raped me in his bed. and he hasn't stopped since. I've tried to break up with him multiple times, but he said he'd kill himself so I just gave up. I gave up trying to stop him. he began hitting me after the first time I tried to break up with him. there hasn't been a day since when I didn't have any bruises on my arms, legs, or torso.

"y r u up?" Larry texted back.

"the usual reason" I rolled onto my stomach. "u?"

"set my alarm wayyy to early 2day."

"damn. meet @ the treehouse?"

"omw"

"me 2?" sal finally responded.

"of course sally" I replied.

I slipped my converse on slipped out the door. me and sal met at the elevator. he lived in 402 while I lived in 404. we spent most of our free time together. sometimes with Larry, but you two also hung out alone. you guys found it comforting sitting on the roof of the apartments talking about the past and the future. Sal was your childhood best friend, until you had to move to new jersey and leave him behind. but your luck shone like a star the second you found out Sal was moving in right down the hall from you. your reunion was amazing, like rereading your favorite book and noticing all of the smaller details or like going on an intense roller coaster. I love him with all of my heart, and I knew he did too. he expressed it very frequently. Sal knew everything about my life down to the smallest details. yes, he knew about my boyfriend. and yes, he knew about my addiction. he knew more than anyone has ever known, and he just moved back 3 days ago. you two stayed in contact after you moved, going from writing letters once a week to staying up all night texting eachother. Sal was unlike any person you had ever known, and you loved him for that. I thought back to one of my favorite memories with him.

-

flashback:

I pushed sally on the swing while his dad and my mom spoke.

"I think sal likes her." Henry smiled. "ever since they met, she's all he talks about."

my mom giggled. "Y/n aswell." she nudged Henry. "soulmates?" she asked.

"sure seems like it. she helped sal a lot, you know, meeting her when they were sharing a hospital room is no coincidence."

"nothings a coincidence." mom grinned. "when sal was put into the room, the first thing she said was 'poor boy, mommy! he can't die, his hair is too cool.' y/n cared so much about everyone else she didn't realize how close she was to death, too."

"do you remember them playing cards in the middle of the floor?"

mom pulled a Polaroid out of her wallet. "I remember every day."

Henry gently rubbed her back.

"Hey, sal?" I asked as he slid the key card for the basement into the slot.

"yeah?" his voice has a slight rasp, as he had just woke up 10 minutes ago.

"do you remember our week together at the hospital?"

"how could I forget?"

-

"what's your name?" 3 year old me asked the bluenette in the hospital bed across from me.

he gently sat down his juice. "sal, what's yours?" the one eye showing squinted, so I assumed he was smiling.

"Y/n!" I responded cheerfully. I glanced down at my tray. "want my jello? I'm not hungry."

he silently nodded. I brought the jello over and gave it to him. I jumped and sat with him in his bed. "so, sal. I'm bored."

"me too." he exhaled, forcing a small bite through his bandages.

"I have an idea!" I dug through my pocket and pulled out a thing of light pink nail polish. "we can paint eachothers nails!"

"isn't that a girls thing?"

"that doesn't matter, silly!" you scooted closer to him. "do you want yours done first?"

he nodded and gave me his left hand. I gently brushed on the polish. he looked at the bruises and deep cuts on my arms and face. "what happened?" he asked.

"a strange man hit me with his car. he broke my leg too. I had to wobble over here." I giggled. I pointed down at my leg. "why are you here?"

"I got attacked by a doggie. the doggie killed my mommy." tears filled his only visible eye. I finished his pinky nail and pulled the blue boy in for a tight hug.

-

"yo, Y/n! you must be on some hard-core shit, I can see it on your face!" Larry laughed a little too loud.

"shut the fuck up, lanky bitch." I threw a pebble off the floor at him.

"you're on something?" sal questioned me.

"it was a long day." I giggled lightly, throwing another pebble at Larry after he threw the other one back. I flipped him off and leaned my head back on the bean bag, realizing the sun was just starting to rise.

"Shawn came over today." Larry didn't know he was abusive, all he knew was that he was a massive, super mega piece of shit. Larry and Sal groaned collectively, which made you laugh. "I know, right?"

"why don't you just dump him?" Larry sighed.

sal and I glared at eachother. we both knew it was because he would hurt me or someone else. bad. I shrugged. "I love him." I didn't.

-

this fanfiction is inspired by Light Shower by Melanie Martinez. I DO NOT OWN THE SONG!

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𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, chapter 2

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You stepped out of the Penthouse and were immediately met with a familiar brunette, staring back at you with a warm smile. You couldn't help but shake your head as you continued walking but of course that didn't stop Nate, he caught up with you.

"Good morning, uh... why are you in a rush?" Nate spoke, amusement lacing his voice before you stopped, sighing as you studied him. He was holding a coffee and a bagel from your favorite shop, they were obviously meant for you. Every morning before you left for Paris, you and Nate walked to the cafe by your homes before going to school. And now, he's here, standing at your doorstep, pretending like the last 9 months hadn't happened.

You finally met his gaze and felt your heart do a little flip. It was too early for this, you thought to yourself as you exhaled again. "Morning," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you.

His presence was both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the life you had left behind in New York.

His eyes were settled on you for a few moments before you spoke up again. "Nate, I'm trying to get to school, so..."

Nate's smile faltered slightly at your response, his eyes betraying a hint of hurt before he quickly masked it. "Right, of course," he said, his tone carefully neutral. "I just thought... I mean, I wanted to catch up with you."

"Nate," you exhaled, putting a hand on your hip as you stared back at him. "We can't do this again."

"Do what?" He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "You're my best friend, I can't want to catch up with my best friend?"

"That's not all and you know it." You whispered, trying to keep calm.

He shook his head before meeting your gaze, his shoulders slumping. "I know," Nate admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know there's more, Y/N. And I know I messed up before. But I just... I miss you. I miss us."

"You have a girlfriend and she's my best friend." You spoke as Nate's eyes refused to meet yours. "You said yourself that you didn't want this."

"I never said that." Nate responded firmly, finally meeting your gaze. "Jesus, Y/N. I told you I loved you and you just... ignored me."

You scoffed. "Ignored you? What did you want me to say? Blair's my best friend and she's your girlfriend, Nate. And don't get me started, I kissed you and-and you pulled away."

"That was before-"

"Before what? And it doesn't matter anymore." You shouted, scoffing. "It doesn't matter anymore because I choose Blair, okay? And you should too."

"You sound like every other person, Y/N." Nate interjected, his voice tinged with frustration. "I thought out of all people, you'd understand."

"Nate, I can't do this right now. I have to go to school, okay?" You finally cut in, your tone firm as you stepped back, putting some distance between the two of you.

"Fine. We can talk later."

"There's nothing else to talk about, Nate." You responded firmly, not bothering to turn back. "Just leave it alone, okay?"

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Seated alongside Blair, Kati, and Isabel, you watched as Jenny, a freshman, proudly displayed the invitations she crafted for the upcoming "Kiss on the Lips" party on the Met's grand staircase. However, you were lost in your thoughts, still reeling from the recent argument with Nate just hours ago.

The image of Nate's hurt expression lingered in your mind, haunting you. Did you maybe be too hard on him? Did you ruin his morning? You knew you should be participating in the conversation, but your thoughts were consumed by the weight of the argument.

"Right, Y/N?" Blair turned to look at you with a slightly annoyed expression. You nodded slowly, not sure of what she said. Isabel and Kati let out giggles as Blair rolled her eyes. "I knew you weren't paying attention. I said that you were going to show up naked at the party."

"Sorry, Blair." You mumbled. "I'm just jetlagged." You lied through your teeth as you looked up at Jenny. "But the invites are pretty, great job Jenny."

"Yeah, they're not bad." Blair focused on the invites, going through them. "And here's yours, as promised." She hands her the invitation with a grin on her face.

"Thanks." Jenny replied with a sweet smile on her face, taking the invitation from Blair's hands.

You looked up and saw Serena approaching you two, a yogurt in her hands. "Hey. Here you guys are. I looked all over the dining hall for you."

She noticed Jenny and immediately reached out to shake her hand, "Oh, hi. I'm Serena."

"I know. I mean... hi, I'm Jenny." She flushed as you let out a laugh. She was adorable.

"So, when's the party?" Serena's question drew your attention back to her, her gaze now fixed on Blair as she picked up one of the invitations from the floor. The atmosphere shifted subtly, a silent exchange passing between Blair, Isabel, and Kati.

You watched as Blair looked back at her, shocked before her expression turned into amusement. "Saturday. And you're kinda not invited."

Your jaw slightly fell open as Blair and Serena glared at each other. "Blair-"

"Y/N." Blair redirected her focus to you, effectively halting any protests with a scoff.

"Until 12 hours ago, everyone thought you were at boarding school. Now, we're full and uh, Jenny used up all the invites." She explained as Isabel and Kati let out giggles. You exchanged a glance with Serena, unable to believe Blair and whatever she was trying to pull.

"Um, actually-"

"You can go now." Blair interrupted Jenny, causing her to immediate go quiet and begin walking away. Serena gave her a sympathetic smile before returning to Blair's gaze.

"Oh, come on, Blair." You spoke up finally, annoyance clear in your voice. "Don't be like that."

"Be like what?" Blair shot you a pointed glare, cutting off any further objections before you could voice them. The tension between you was palpable, but before anyone could speak, Serena intervened.

"No, it's okay. I got lots of stuff to do anyway." Serena said, maintaining eye contact with Blair as you attempted to mediate between them.

As Blair and the others swiftly packed up their belongings, you couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at the lack of empathy in Blair's demeanor. "Well, we should get going then. Unless you want us to wait for you... looks like you've got a lot of yogurt left,"

"No, go ahead." Serena remarked, her tone mirroring Blair's as they began to make their exit. You stood there a few moments but before you could begin speaking, Serena turned and spoke up.

"Blair, think we can meet tonight?" Serena's request hung in the air, the tension between them palpable as you watched them.

Blair's response was swift, though not without a hint of hesitation. "I'd love to... but I've got plans with Nate," she replied, her eyes meeting Serena's with feigned regret.

Serena's insistence did not waver, her resolve evident in her tone. "The Palace, 8 o'clock? Nate will wait."

Blair hesitated before she locked eyes with you before sighing. "I could probably do a half-hour."

"Thanks for making the time." Serena responded sarcastically.

"You're my best friend." Blair retorted in a similar tone, her words laced with a hint of bitterness. You watched as they all began to walk away, leaving you with Blair.

You met her gaze and gave a her a sympathetic look. "I'll talk to her."

But before Serena could respond, Blair's voice rang from the bottom of the stairs. "Y/N, come on. We're gonna be late!"

With a sigh, you turned to follow Blair, the weight of the tension lingering in the air like a heavy fog. As you walked alongside her, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. The rift between Blair and Serena had only deepened, and you knew that mediating between them would be no easy task.

[7ndipity]

Serendipity pt.2: 8months, 2 weeks, 6 days ago

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: A recap of how Joon and Y/n met.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing,

A/N: Yay, we finally got part 2! I don’t have a ton to say yet as we���re still just getting started, but I hope you like it!

Masterlist Serendipity m.list

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8 months, 2 weeks, 6 days ago

(Namjoon)

May

Namjoon eased his way carefully through the cramped aisles of the little book shop, the faint scent of worn paperbacks and hardcovers and quiet 90s music a comforting escape from the buzz of the streets outside.

He had wandered in while trying to find a gift for a friend’s birthday, but had quickly gotten distracted as he scanned the titles, lured into adding a few more volumes to his ever expanding to be read shelf at home.

Stepping back to get a better view of one of the higher shelves, he startled as he accidentally collided with another person, stepping on their foot and making them drop the books they were holding.

“Shit, I am so sorry! Are you okay?!” He asked, catching hold of the stand of art prints he nearly sent toppling over as he staggered back.

“I’m fine.” You said with a laugh, quieting as you caught the disapproving eye of the older woman behind the counter. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” He replied, finally stilling long enough to take in your features, staring for slightly too long before catching himself. “Uh, here, let me help you with those”

He quickly knelt to gather up the items you’d dropped, trying to shake himself out of his sudden flustered state.

“Oh,” He frowned as he gingerly lifted a particularly tattered volume, the spine nearly split down the center. “I think I owe you a new book.” He said apologetically.

“It was already kinda like that, that’s why I wanted it.” You said taking it from him.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I like finding old books that need a little love and patching them up, gives ‘em character.” You explained, adding it back to your stack.

He glanced at the cover again. “Jane Eyre?”

“Mhm, It’s one of my favorites.” You said.

“I’ve never read it.” He admitted.

“Really? Well then, here.” You handed the worn copy to him.

“But I thought you wanted it?” He asked, looking at you.

“I was just getting it because it looked like it needed a home, but I think I found it one with you.” You said grinning at him.

He returned your smile. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” You replied, turning to make your way to the counter.

“Wait!” He said, struck with a sudden idea, ducking back around one of the shelves before returning with another book in hand, passing it to you. “Here.”

“Murakami?” You asked, glancing up at him curiously.

“Mhm.” He nodded. “You gave me one of your favorites, let me return the favor.”

“Cute, I like that.” You grinned. “Thank you.”

“Namjoon.” He offered.

“Thank you, Namjoon.”

The two of you made your way to the counter together, reluctant to let your conversation end.

“So, what are you doing after this?” He asked.

“Nothing, why?”

“I was just wondering if you might wanna get a coffee or something?” He offered, hopeful.

You glanced at him, contemplating for a second before nodding. “Okay.”

...

“Wait so, what’s your name?” He asked as you walked along.

“Hmm,” You thought, locking him in with a mischievous smirk. “Guess.”

“What?” He laughed. “Why?”

“I don’t know, just guess.” You replied, biting back a chuckle of your own at his bemused expression.

“Okay, fine.” He turned to face you, studying you for a long moment before drawing a blank.

“Cass?” He offered weakly.

You couldn’t hold in the snort of laughter that slipped out. “Cass?!”

“What? I’m not good at these kinds of games!” He laughed as well.

“Nope, we’re going with Cass, I like it.”

...

“Okay, let me try again.” He sat back, studying you for a moment. Your eyes follow him curiously, a small grin playing at your lips.

You had been sitting together in the corner of the tiny coffee shop for the better part of two hours now, conversation flowing easily between the two of you, talking about everything from work to family to dreams, repeatedly returning to the little guessing game you had created.

“Well?” You asked, shaking him out of his trance.

“Oh, um, I think you have at least one sister?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, making him sigh in defeat. “But people say my roommate and I look like sisters, so I’ll give you half a point.”

“Agh, why am I so bad at this?” He complained, letting his hands fall onto the table with a thud.

“You’re overthinking it.” You chuckled. “You gotta go with your gut feeling and not question it.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” He admitted.

“Why?”

“Because I would've kissed you like three times by now.”

You leaned back in your seat, brows raised in surprise at his sudden forwardness.

“Alright, my turn. You said, redirecting the conversation. “I think… you’re in a relationship.”

He shrugged. “Kinda.”

“What is kinda?”

He sighed. “She moved out, took all of her stuff back to her old place, but I’m still her date for her parents anniversary party.”

“Sounds like a soft breakup.”

“It’s happened before, a couple times. I leave, she leaves, but somehow we always just…?”

“Keep coming back?” You finish for him.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

You shrugged. “Could be fate?”

“I don’t believe in that kind of stuff.” He shook his head.

“Why not?”

“Because doesn’t it kinda defeat the purpose of life?” He asked. “If everything is predestined, then what’s the point of trying?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” You stirred your drink as you tried to explain. “I think the universe gives us little signs or signals towards things that can be helpful or useful to us, but how we follow those clues is totally up to us.”

He nodded, but didn’t comment, thinking.

You studied him for a moment before speaking again “I think you’re a good boyfriend.” You said kindly.

“I’m not so sure about that.” He responded quietly.

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Because you would’ve kissed me like three times by now.” You said plainly, making him flush red. “Alright, Favorite word?”

…

It was dark by the time you stepped back out onto the now artificially lit streets, having stayed at the cafe until it had emptied and the staff had to tell you it was near closing time.

“You know, maybe you should give me your number, just in case?” Namjoon said as you walked.

“In case of what?” You looked at him quizzically.

“I don’t know, life.” He said. “I had a really great time with you, I don’t want to leave it up to fate to find you again.”

“That’s not a bad idea actually.” You said.

“What is?”

“Letting fate help figure out if we’re supposed to meet again.”

He gaped at you. “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?” You asked. “I said earlier that you needed to trust your gut more, this will be a good exercise!”

“You’re insane.” He said, shaking his head at you in disbelief.

“How about this,” You said, fishing into your shopping bag from earlier. “We take the books we picked for each other, and once we’ve read them, we’ll write our names and info in them, and then sell them to a used bookstore and see if we can find them.”

“Which store?”

You grinned.

“You’re not gonna tell me, this is ridiculous!” He exclaimed. “I just had one of the best evenings of my life and you want to leave it up to chance?!”

“Yes.” You chuckled. “If it’s fate, we’ll find each other again.”

“That’s not how it works though!” He insisted. “You’re not even living here full time yet, you think fate’s just gonna drop you in my lap again like today?”

“Yes, you just have to trust it.” You said. “Besides, I think the chances of us running into each other again are pretty high.”

Namjoon wanted to argue with you more, but he could see that you wouldn’t move on this.

“Fine.” He said reluctantly.

“Okay.” You smiled at him. “Then we’ll say bye for now?”

He nodded, still not believing he was going along with this.

You turned to walk away, only going a few yards before turning back to him.

“By the way,” You called, making his head whip back up quickly. “My name’s Y/n, not Cass.” You said, turning and ducking across the busy street, quickly getting lost from his sight in the crowd.

...

January

8 months, 2 weeks, 6 days.

That’s how long it’d been since he made what he fears was the biggest mistake of his life, letting you walk away.

He stared out the window of the cafe, at the same table that you’d shared that evening, the January chill seeming to color the air a faint gray-blue, hoping against his own previous skepticism that fate might give second chances.

[elusivewildflower]

The Other Fitzroy | Reader x Court Gentry/Sierra Six | Pt. 1

Pairing: Fitzroy!Reader x Court Gentry/Sierra Six

Summary: You’re Donald Fitzroy’s eldest niece, and Claire’s older sister. This takes place about 2 years ago when the home address in Hong Kong was leaked. Reader is in their early 20s. 

Warnings: Cursing, blood, death of a minor character, smut, fingering, unprotected p in v. I think that’s it? 

Word Count: 7.5k 

A/N: It has been like 5 months since I have written anything, and I’ve found that I’m terrible at writing short fics. But, I am currently obsessed with The Gray Man and have a little series planned in my head. I hope that you’ll enjoy, and I welcome feedback! 

MINORS DNI

Your fingers were beginning to prune from being immersed in dish water for god knows how long. You silently cursed yourself and your sister for loving those stupid cute cups and tumblers, the ones that had to be washed by hand. They’d pile up next to the sink until the two of you had almost run out of clean ones before someone finally bit the bullet and completed the task of washing them. You were grateful for being the one who finally cracked. You needed the distraction. Ever since your uncle informed you that your address had been leaked, you had been on edge. Your worrying was all of your fault, though, as your uncle would’ve rather not told you the truth– you, however, pushed for it. 

Your uncle, Donald, had called both you and your sister to the dining table for a discussion one bright and early morning.

“I’ve been called out to another mission. I’ll be gone for a few days, maybe even up to a week.” He paused momentarily as the information settled into his nieces minds. Once he was satisfied that neither of them had any questions, he continued. “I’m sending one of the Sierra’s to keep watch over the property while I am gone.” 

Claire’s brows furrowed momentarily, but then she gave a shrug. Your brows, however, remained furrowed as you gazed pointedly at Donald. You had questions, but you wanted to wait until your sister had left the room. A quiet sigh escaped from your uncle. He had hoped that this would slip past you without any questions, but he knew better than that. 

Seeing as the conversation had so-far ended, your sister picked up her phone and stood from her seat. “Well, I’m going back to trying to beat my own high score.” She walked into the direction of her bedroom, and once she had disappeared from sight, you turned your attention back to Donald. 

“Why are you sending a Sierra to watch over us? We don’t normally have extra protection while you are gone.” You asked, eyeing him over suspiciously. Something didn’t seem right. There was something he didn’t want to tell you.

“It never hurts to have extra protection while I am gone and out of the country.” Came his quick reply. 

You gave a slight nod of your head, “That’s true, but I spent the last few years training just to make sure that Claire would remain safe while you are gone. Normally that’s no issue. What’s changed now?” 

He let forth another small sigh, his gaze dropping from meeting yours. “You trained so that you could keep the both of you safe.” He paused very briefly, “Someone up in D.C. accidentally leaked our address. It was only for a few hours, but who knows who found the information before it was fixed.” 

You swallowed thickly. Oh. That couldn’t be good. You tapped your nails gently upon the table, your mind already moving a mile a minute. “Who are you sending?” You asked curiously, even if you already had an idea. There was only one Sierra that he trusted enough to be this close to his family.

“Six.” Came his reply. 

You nodded, pushing back your chair and rising to your feet. That was all you had needed to know for now. 

Six was the one who had taught you how to fight, shoot a gun, and everything else one may need to know to survive. You were only nineteen when your parents died, and Donald took both you and Claire in. You knew his line of work, knew how dangerous it could be, and you wanted to be able to help if anything ever happened. You begged Donald to let you be trained, to be useful if ever an emergency arose, and he eventually agreed. He realized you needed something to focus on to cope with your grief and anger, and Six wasn’t busy at the time with any missions. 

Your training with Six lasted for about a year, however he had to go off on several missions during that span of time, so you only spent about six months together. That didn’t mean you weren’t training in your own free time, though. The man was almost twice your age, but damn if he wasn’t attractive. You couldn’t even help the crush you formed on him, especially when he began to slowly open up to you. He even told you his real name.

Your head snapped up as you heard footsteps entering the room, the noise startling you. You should’ve known better than to let yourself get wrapped up in thoughts. 

“Let me just show you around the property, and introduce you to the girls.” Came the voice of Claire’s nanny, Jenny, her footsteps being one pair that had startled you from your thoughts. 

You turned your head so that you were gazing in their direction, your eyes meeting his. You took a moment to take in his form. He was dressed in a light gray suit, with a black shirt underneath. That was certainly a change from what you saw him in when you trained together. He cleaned up nicely– and somehow he had gotten even hotter. Damn, the crush you had on him four years ago came crawling right back the second you saw him. 

The nanny gestured towards you, “This is (Y/N). Donald’s eldest niece. She’s tw–” 

She was cut off by Six. “Twenty-two, I know. We’ve met before. I trained her a few years ago.” The corner of his lip curled up into the hint of a smile as he gave you a nod of his head. 

You raised a soapy hand from the sink and gave a short wave. “Good to see ya, Six.” 

His only response was another nod of his head as Jenny dragged him off to meet Claire and finish the tour of the property. 

You turned your attention back to your task of handwashing the plethora of cups, a small smile spreading across your face as you realized you had just finished the last one. You quickly grabbed a towel and dried each one off, before putting them back into their respective homes in the cabinet. 

You heaved a heavy sigh as you now realized you’d have to find something else to distract yourself. However, this time, it wasn’t just from the worries of someone bad finding your address, it was from the lingering thoughts of Six. Your eyes scanned the room until they landed upon your tablet, your feet carrying you over to the dining table where it had been left. Picking it up, you unlocked it quickly and swiped through until you found the book you had started reading earlier. This distraction would work for now, you thought. At least until you’re face to face with Six again….

The sun had set a couple of hours ago, and Jenny had just left for a bite after putting Claire to bed. You, however, had hardly moved an inch from your spot on the couch, deeply enthralled by the book you had been reading. You felt eyes upon you as Six hunched over the dining table nearby. 

“That must be a damn good book. You haven’t moved an inch.” He commented wryly. 

Your eyes lifted from your tablet for a moment, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Mmhmm,” you hummed in response. 

“What’s it about?” He questioned just as your eyes returned to your tablet’s screen. 

“Nothing you’d be interested in,” You teased, setting the tablet upon your lap as your gaze lifted to meet his once more. 

He breathed out a laugh through his nose, “Oh, is that so?” The corner of his lips turning up at your teasing tone. 

“Not unless you’re secretly into period romance novels. You know, the ones where the Lady falls in love with a rake who changes his ways just to be with her?” Your teasing tone remained throughout your words, your smirk growing into a bit of a smile. 

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, you both heard the sound of stumbling footsteps coming from Claire’s hallway, and soon after– 

“(Y/N)? Mr. Six? Something’s wrong.” Your younger sister barely managed to get out before she tumbled to the floor. 

Both you and Six sprang into action, his longer legs carrying himself to her faster than you could. “Get the keys!” He called to you, pointing in the direction that they were sitting upon a table as he lifted Claire effortlessly into his arms. Not needing to be told twice, you diverted from your running towards Claire and grabbed up the keys. 

The ride to the hospital had not taken long at all, thanks to how fast Six had been driving. If you hadn’t been cradling your sick sister in your arms in the backseat, you probably would’ve marveled at how it felt like you were in a Fast and Furious movie. You had called Jenny during the ride, and she was able to meet you there shortly after the three of you had arrived. Claire was immediately wheeled back into surgery as they went about fixing the programming issue her pacemaker was having. Now all the three of you had to do was wait. 

Jenny took a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting room. You, on the other hand, didn’t feel like sitting. Neither did Six, it seemed; but then again, how often did he ever really sit to begin with? The hospital staff assured you that they could easily fix what ailed Claire, but that still didn’t stop you from worrying. You paced around the waiting room for a few minutes, your eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to fall. Sure, this was far from the first time she had been sick. But, each time it felt as if it was the first– or even the last. That worried you even more. She was still so young, had so much life left to live, but any day could be her last if her pacemaker ever malfunctioned. 

You heaved a heavy sigh as you gazed around the room, your eyes meeting Six’s for a brief moment. He gave a cant of his head, an invitation to come stand next to him. He still looked damn good in that suit, his hands resting at his waist as he leaned against the wall. You stood in place for a moment as you contemplated joining him. After a second of more thought, you decided you’d take him up on his offer, and moved to place yourself beside him against the wall. 

He nudged you gently with his elbow, “She’ll be alright.” He spoke comfortably. 

You let out another sigh, and a brief nod of your head. “I know, it’s just–” You cut yourself off, the words getting trapped in your throat. You swallowed thickly, willing the tears not to fall down your cheeks. 

He gave a nod of his head, “I know.” He knew what you meant, and he knew you didn’t have the strength to say the words aloud. He was kind enough to not force you to do so. 

You’re not sure what you were thinking when you decided to lean your head against his shoulder, hell, you’re not even sure you were thinking at all. But, once it had been done, your eyes widened in panic. You had rarely been this close to Six, and you knew he wasn’t an affectionate man. You fully expected him to cough and move himself away from you discreetly, but that wasn’t what happened. He wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you in a bit closer, giving you the reassuring touch that you needed in that instance. You sucked in a deep breath as he did, one that was meant to both calm you and be used to inhale his scent. It was an intoxicating blend of pine, musk, and bergamot.

After what felt like a lifetime, Claire was brought out of surgery and placed into a room that you could visit her in. You and Six hadn’t moved from your spot on the wall until the news came out that she was awake– and you were the first to move, bolting towards her room. You half-listened as the doctor went over the non-invasive procedure with Jenny, only really catching that they were able to track her pacemaker the entire trip to here. While that comforted you slightly, you also knew that that meant she’d be able to be tracked anywhere– and that could be used by the wrong people if it got into the wrong hands. You pushed that thought aside and gave Claire’s hand a squeeze. She was alright, for now, and that was what you wanted to focus on. When Claire gave Six the rock’n’roll salute, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Your eyes met his briefly, and a wide and warm smile was sent his way. He bowed his head in response, and your attention turned back to your sister. 

Back at home, you brought over two bowls of chocolate ice cream to where Claire and Six sat at the dining table. Six had declined your offer of ice cream, to no surprise, but you weren’t passing up on the tasty treat. You sat yourself across from Claire, immediately digging in. 

“You feeling better?” Asked Six, his eyes barely glancing up from the cameras he watching, but it was clear the words were aimed towards Claire. 

Your younger sister gave a small shrug of her shoulders, “Just another Thursday.” 

“Donald says this is the best medicine, ice cream,” Claire starts, her words mostly aimed towards Six with a light of mirth in her gaze upon him. “I tend to agree,” She finished, spooning more of the frozen dessert into her mouth. 

You chuckled softly, giving her a nod of your head as you spooned ice cream into your own mouth. “As do I.” 

The corner of Six’s mouth turned up slightly as he looked over at Claire, then towards you for a moment before returning to the screen of the laptop in front of him. “He’s a very smart man,” He responded, humor laced within his words. 

Claire smiled ruefully, her eyes glancing over towards you for a few moments. “Only family I’ve got, besides (Y/N).” 

You gave her a warm, comforting smile at her words. Your foot reached out underneath the table and tapped against her leg, her smile widening a bit at the touch.

“Closest thing to family I’ve got too,” Six added on, causing both of your attentions to return towards him as his eyes remained glued to the screen. 

“Maybe that kind of makes all of us family, too.” Came Claire’s response. 

You felt as if your heart had lurched up into your throat, the pounding becoming more noticeable now. Six, viewed as family? You weren’t sure that you could ever pull that one off. But, you certainly enjoyed his presence and trusted him just as much as your uncle did. Maybe you all could be like a family? 

The corners of Six’s mouth twitched up into a small smile once more, his eyes glancing between you and Claire before returning once more to the view of the cameras. His brows furrowed ever so slightly as Claire yawned. “You both should go to bed.” 

As Jenny stepped into view from standing somewhere off in the kitchen to agree with Six’s words, you stood from your seat. As you passed behind where Six was seated, you caught a glance of the screen. All of the cameras appeared offline, and a feeling of dread filled you to the core. You halted behind him, gaze locked upon the screen of the laptop. Feeling your presence, Six glanced behind him. 

“You should go to bed. I’ve got it handled.” 

His words did not encourage you to move, your body frozen in place as you thought over all of the possibilities. By now, Jenny had escorted Claire off towards her bedroom, and you could vaguely hear them mentioning running a bath and turning on a record. 

“Go. I’ve got it handled.” He spoke once more, a bit more firmly, as his hand reached out to grasp yours. 

The touch sent a feeling of shock through you, enough to finally draw your eyes from the black screen of the cameras. Your eyes met his and you gave him a single nod, finally willing yourself to move down the hall towards Claire’s bedroom, his grasp upon your hand slipping as you walked off. You hadn’t planned on sleeping in your own room tonight, knowing that your sister would want you with her. It was like this every time she had a medical episode, or surgery. She wanted her older sister in bed next to her, comforting and keeping watch. Honestly, it was just as therapeutic for you as it was for her. You could rest well knowing that you could easily wake and monitor her breathing, to make sure that she was okay. 

By the time you had entered Claire’s bedroom, she was already in the bathroom brushing her teeth as Jenny readied her bath. You took the time that they were both out of the room to access the gun that you had stashed within Claire’s room. You made sure it was loaded and tucked it away under the pillow you’d be sleeping with. The soft sound of a commotion taking place in the main area of the house caught your attention, and you slowly creeped down the hallway to get a better look. Your head whipped in the direction of Claire’s bedroom as you heard her footsteps joining you, a pointed look going unnoticed by her. Her attention was solely focused on Six, who seemed to be standing in front of a pair of shoes. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked, a second before Claire’s mouth opened to ask the same question. 

Six lifted a broken piece of something into the air, “Yeah, I just broke a bowl.” 

Both you and Claire glanced down towards the pair of shoes that you could see, clearly belonging to someone who was now knocked out–or worse– upon the floor, and back up towards Six. 

“You sure you’re alright?” Asked Claire, as you remained by her side, silently now. 

Six breathed out a sigh, “Yeah, just another Thursday.” He then nodded his head towards Claire’s room. “Go on back to bed.” 

The both of you hesitated for a moment, but Claire was the first to move back down the hall towards her room. You lingered for a few moments longer, gaze locked upon him. A million questions and scenarios ran through your mind. It wasn’t until he shooed you off with his hand and a pointed look that you finally turned and made your way back to her room, shutting the door behind you. 

You plopped yourself down onto your sister’s full size bed as you waited for her to finish her bath, wondering if there would be more intruders throughout the night, or if you were lucky and only one had found your address. You heaved a sigh just as Claire and Jenny emerged from the bathroom. Jenny said her goodbyes after tucking Claire into bed, completely oblivious to the fact that Six had fought off an intruder, and left the room. You figured that she’d never even know that someone had gotten in, seeing as you fully expected Six to have moved the body the second you had shut the door to Claire’s room. 

“You trust Six, yeah?” Claire asked softly, several minutes into getting comfortable in bed. 

You took a moment to respond, not expecting that question coming out of her mouth. You gave a nod of your head, even if she couldn’t see you. “Yeah, of course. Donald trusts him, and he’s the one who trained me.” 

You barely caught the slight nod of her head, and a sigh of relief. “Good.” She murmured, snuggling into her blankets as her eyes began to flutter close. You rolled onto your other side, facing the doorway, and closed your own eyes. You weren’t sure if you’d fall into slumber as fast as your sister had, but you certainly would try. 

The soft sound of the click of a door opening roused you from your sleep. You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for, but you knew the sound of that door opening wasn’t a good sign. Before you even willed your eyes open, you slowly slid your hand that was cradled under your head beneath the pillow. Once your hand found purchase upon the gun you had stashed underneath, you cracked a single eye open. You didn’t want to risk whomever had entered Claire’s room to notice you were awake, at least not until you had a chance to see who it was. 

Your heart hammered in your chest, and consequently, in your ears, as your eye focused upon who had disturbed your sleep. You were quite thankful for being a light sleeper as you took in the all-black clad man that stood just six feet before you. His eyes were glancing about the room, not having noticed that you were awake just yet. You silently sucked in a breath as you noticed the silenced gun he held in his hands. You clenched your jaw as you silently slid the gun out from under the pillow, and within seconds fired it off into the man's chest– twice. You had moved so quickly he hadn’t even had a chance to react, which you were thankful for, as his body landed with a thud upon the ground. You had also had a silencer attached to your weapon, but that didn’t mean Claire would’ve heard nothing and you immediately flipped over onto your side to shield her from anything she might see. 

“(Y/N)?” She croaked out sleepily, barely lifting her head from the pillow. 

“Shhh, shhh. It’s just me, I knocked something off of the nightstand.” You lied, hoping that your sister was delirious enough with sleep to not question what she had heard. Because it most certainly did not sound like something had simply fallen. 

She let out a hum and nodded her head, dropping it back down to her pillow directly afterward. You remained where you were for a few moments, watching for her breathing to become even again before you made a move. Now that you had a moment to process, you feared for Six. Where was he? Surely someone wouldn’t have gotten past him that easily. Did they hurt him? Oh God. What if he was injured, or worse, dead? You had to get out of the room to check on him. But, you also had to get the body of the man you’d just shot out of the room before Claire woke up again. You didn’t want to expose her to that sort of trauma. 

As you slowly removed yourself from the bed, careful not to stir your sister from her sleep, adrenaline coursed through your veins. The door to the bedroom was already opened, so all you needed to do was drag the fully grown man through it and….God knows where. You had no idea how to dispose of a body. That wasn’t really something you had been taught. Nevertheless, you grabbed a hold of the man by his legs and began to drag him through the threshold of the door, and down the narrow hallway. You had gotten about five feet down the hall when you heard a voice behind you. 

“(Y/N)?” Six asked incredulously. He had heard the sound of the silenced gunshot and had immediately began carefully making his way towards the room. Almost fearful of what he would find. 

You whipped your head around so that you could see him. “Six?! Where the hell were you?!” You whisper-shouted at him, not wanting to risk waking Claire. 

Six almost looked bashful for a moment, his hand reaching up to rub at his neck. “I closed my eyes for a second. I…fell asleep.” 

You blinked at him for a moment, unable to fathom that response. “You fell asleep?!” You hissed at him, “What the hell kind of bodyguard are you?!” You regained your pace of dragging the now-dead man down the hall when Six closed the distance between you. 

“I’m sorry. Let me handle this.” He spoke softly, one of his hands resting over your forearm. 

You shook your head, “No. I need to get rid of this–him– before Claire wakes again and sees the pool of blood on her floor.” 

His hand squeezed your arm gently, his other grabbing ahold of one of the legs. “I’ll get rid of him, you focus on cleaning up the blood. Teamwork, yeah?” He suggested, trying to get you to reason with him. 

You tucked your lower lip in-between your teeth as you breathed a harsh breath of air through your nose. “Fine.” Came your reluctant response, dropping your hold on the body as you swiftly headed off towards the kitchen for towels and other cleaning supplies you’d need to clean the pool, and now trail, of blood. 

Starting in Claire’s room, you quietly knelt down and laid a towel over the small pool of blood. You were eager to get her floor cleaned the quickest, laying another towel down upon the ground to slide across the floor– cleaning the trail that led from her room to the hallway. You grimaced at the sight, and were thankful that all of the lights were off in the house–limiting your vision so that you wouldn’t have to see all of the details of what you were cleaning. You brought the two towels from her room and dumped them into the trash bag you had left in the hallway, shutting her bedroom door behind you. You concentrated on taking deep breaths as you grabbed a third towel and slid it across the hallway floor, trying to ignore the way your hands were trembling as you moved about your task. 

It was far from the first time you’d shot a gun, but this moment would be imprinted in your mind for the rest of your life, as it was the first time you’d ever taken a life. Of course, it’s not like you had a choice. It was either kill or risk being killed. You kept Claire safe, which is exactly what your training had been for. You tried to comfort yourself with those thoughts, but it still didn’t help stop your hands from shaking. You supposed it was the adrenaline wearing off. 

After several more moments, Six finally rejoined you. You almost hadn’t heard his footsteps, too lost in your own thoughts to be as on guard as you should’ve been. You didn’t even want to ask what he had done with the body, so you remained silent as he finished helping you clean up any evidence that Claire might find in the morning. As you handed off the last towel to be thrown away to Six, he paused briefly, eyeing you over. Without even looking for the opening of the trash bag you’d been using, he tossed the towel in. 

“Are you alright?” He questioned softly, his gaze falling towards the trembling hand that you still had half-raised in the air. One that you quickly tried to hide by slapping it down onto your thigh. 

“I’m fine,” You spoke weakly, grimacing at how soft your voice sounded. 

He gave a click of his tongue in response before reaching down to grasp your hand, laying it facing palm upwards on his own. He took in the sight of your blood-stained hands before placing his other hand on top, your hand sandwiched between his. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper as he tugged gently upon your hand, leading you towards the hallway in which your bedroom was located– a separate side from where Claire’s was. 

You let him lead you without protest, only squinting and groaning softly as he turned on the lights to your ensuite bathroom, the brightness burning your eyes briefly. You frowned as you now took in the appearance of your hands and forearms in the light. They were covered in a dark reddish brown hue. As you stared down at your hands, Six turned on the sink and found a washcloth, lathering it up with soap. 

“I imagine that was your first time?” He asked as he reached back for your right hand, running it under the warm water before scrubbing at it with the cloth. He only used enough pressure to scrub off the blood, massaging in circles as if to help calm your tremors.

You finally looked up from your hands to catch a view of his face, but he was not looking at you any longer. You nodded your head and took a moment before speaking to take in his side profile up close. His expression was one of full concentration, so you believed you had a few moments to admire him. However, when his deep blue eyes cast a sidelong glance, he caught you staring. Your cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah.” 

He hummed softly, “It gets easier after a while. Though, I hope that’ll be your first and last.” 

You chuckled dryly, “Seeing who I’m related to, I’m not so sure that it will be.” 

He breathed a laugh through his nose as he reached for your left hand, placing it under the stream of warm water to clean it just like he had done the other. “Yeah, well, that’s why I’m here. To keep the both of you safe.” 

You raised your brows at his words, “You were the one who fell asleep,” You spoke pointedly, though you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the guilty look that spread across his face.

He shut the water off and grabbed a clean towel to dry your hands off with. He set it upon the counter and grabbed your hand, placing it upon his chest–over his heart. “I’m sorry. That will never happen again. I don’t–,” He paused briefly, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, “I don’t even know what I would’ve done if something happened to you, or Claire.” 

Your eyes were locked with his, “Mmm, spend the rest of your life running from Donald so he can’t kill you?” You teased lightly, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips. 

He scoffed slightly, “Mm, I’d probably have to let him kill me for that mistake.” His words rang truthfully, but there was a smidge of humor hidden beneath them to match your tone. 

You chuckled softly, giving no response other than the slight shake of your head. Your gaze fell to where his hand still held yours against his chest, suddenly aware of how close you were to him. Your heart began beating faster at the realization. Your eyes trailed back up to his momentarily, then dropped to his lips. You didn’t think your gaze had lingered there long, but when your eyes met his once more, it was like something shifted in the air. The blue of his eyes had darkened, and his hand moved to cup your face. Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized he was closing the gap between the two of you, butterflies now swirling in your stomach. He pressed his lips to yours almost hesitantly, softly, at first, as if he wasn’t sure if he had crossed some line he wasn’t supposed to. Technically, he had, as you were sure your uncle wouldn’t approve– but as your hand slid up his chest to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you– it was clear you didn’t mind. 

As your lips began to move against his, he seemed to become more confident. The way you always knew him to be. His hand fell from your face and traveled down your body until he reached your ass, squeezing it firmly. A moan tumbled from your lips, and that was all the encouragement he needed to reach down and lift you with ease, setting you upon the counter seconds later. He parted your thighs so that he could stand between them, his lips never leaving yours as he rolled his hips into yours, soft moans escaping from the both of you in response. He began to trail his lips down your neck, and you tilted your head so that he would have better access. He licked and sucked down your neck until he found the spot that made you whimper unintentionally and try to squeeze your thighs together. You felt him smirk against your skin as he began to gently bite and suckle upon the spot, no doubt leaving a hickey by the time he let up on his assault. 

His calloused hands trailed down your sides until he reached the end of your sleep shirt, his fingers wrapping around the edge of the fabric and yanking it upwards, to rid you of it. You raised your arms to help him with his task, and the moment the shirt was on the floor, his lips were reattached to your skin. He quickly traveled down your chest until he reached your breasts, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking gently. You arched your back, forcing your chest closer to him, as a moan fell from your lips. One of his hands slowly slid up your bare thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake, until he had reached your core. He slipped his fingers into the wide opening on the leg of your sleep shorts, a groan being pulled from him as he felt how wet you were for him. His finger ran along the slit of your glistened folds, and you bit down upon your bottom lip to quieten the loud moan that escaped. 

“So fucking wet for me,” He growled out against your skin, his lips latching onto your other breast to give it the same attention he gave the other. Flicking and swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub, giving it a gentle bite before soothing it with his tongue once more. His fingers parted your folds, allowing his thumb to rest directly upon your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat just at the pressure he placed upon it, when his thumb began to trace circles, your head fell back to rest upon the wall behind you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you embraced the pleasure he was giving you. Soon enough, one of his thick digits entered your heat, pumping in and out of you slowly. You groaned in response, your hands seeking purchase upon his still-clothed shoulders, digging your nails into the jacket of his suit. 

“Off,” You whined out, unable to form a full sentence, as your hands pushed on the fabric of his jacket. You wanted to feel his bare skin beneath your hands, that and it seemed a bit unfair that he was still fully dressed. 

He chuckled softly, releasing his lips from your breast to raise to his full height. “Soon, baby. Gotta make you cum on my fingers, first.” As he finished speaking, he added a second finger to your pussy, now curling his digits so that they pressed into your g-spot with each thrust. You mewled beneath him, causing a smirk to spread across his face as he quickened his pace, enjoying the fucked out expression upon your face. You could feel the muscles in your lower stomach already beginning to tighten, indicating it wouldn’t take much longer for you to release. You’d be embarrassed at him making you cum so fast, if it hadn’t been so long since you had gotten off and how good it all felt. You had dreamed of this moment ever since you first laid eyes on him years ago– that crush you had on him producing more than a few scenarios to get you off on your own. Yet, nothing you had concocted in your mind lived up to what it was actually like. 

His fingers pumping in and out of you produced squelching noises that reverberated around the bathroom, and your moans were only growing more and more frequent–you were thankful that he had taken you far from where Claire was sleeping. His thumb pressed harsher against your clit and moved in fervent circles, your wetness gushing around his digits as he slipped a third finger into your heat. At this point, your eyes were shut so tightly that you swore you could see stars. Your body began to tense as you started to lose yourself to the pleasure, your back arching further as you chased your high. He could feel as your walls tightened around him and began to flutter, his hardened cock jumping in his trousers at the feeling. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me. Cum on my fingers, then I’ll stuff you full of my cock,” He encouraged. His words were all you needed in order to reach your peak. Your walls clenched around his thick digits, so tightly that he almost couldn’t pump them in and out of you to work you through your orgasm. That caused a deep groan to rumble from his chest. As you came down from your high and tried to catch your breath, he removed his fingers from you. You opened your eyes just in time to watch him lick your juices from them, the sight causing you to whimper as he moaned. 

“You taste amazing,” He moaned out, beginning to shrug his jacket from his shoulders. He tossed it to the floor and quickly began to unbutton his shirt, tossing that to the floor as well. Your eyes soaked in his muscular chest, the tattoos that he had, and even the litter of scars upon his torso. You couldn’t help but reach out and trace some of those scars as he worked on undoing his trousers. He pushed both his pants and boxers down in one go, freeing his hard cock from its confinement. His long and thick, veiny, member slapped up to his stomach, the head already glistening with his pre-cum. 

You gasped at the sight, “Oh fuck,” you murmured out. He was larger than you had expected, but the sight made your walls clench around nothing. He hummed softly at your reaction before his hands made their way to the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your hips from the counter to help him remove them, and they were tossed carelessly to the bathroom floor like the rest of your clothes. He pulled you forward so that your ass was barely hanging off of the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. He gripped his cock with one hand, guiding it towards your entrance. He teased you by running his head through your folds, pressing against your sensitive clit, before he lined back up with your entrance. He paused for a moment and glanced back up to meet your eyes, his brow raising in a silent question. You nodded your head and he pushed himself in. He pressed himself inside of you with one smooth thrust, your slick walls allowing him to do so easily.

You bit down upon your bottom lip harshly as he groaned at the feeling of you already clenching around him. He had done well in stretching you out with his fingers, but that didn’t mean the length and thickness of his actual cock didn’t cause an ache at first. He pressed his lips to yours, looking to distract you from the pain as you grew accustomed to him. After a few moments of sharing heated kisses, you felt the ache of pain subside. You rolled your hips in a signal for him to start moving, and he certainly didn’t hesitate. He slid himself all of the way out of your heat, and then snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside of you once more. He repeated this action, over and over, as he fucked you senseless. His fingertips dug into your hips as he pulled you to meet his thrusts, the feeling of his cock pressing against your cervix causing moan after moan to fall from your lips. His eyes glanced towards the bathroom door that was still wide open, and a hand snaked its way up to cover your mouth, muffling the sound of your moans. He didn’t want to risk the noise carrying through the house, even if each moan that fell from your lips caused his balls to tighten. He snapped his hip up at an angle that caused him to brush right against the spot that made you keen. 

“Oh, Court,” You moaned out against his hand. The name he had told you of in secret years ago had finally tumbled from your lips, and his hips faltered upon hearing it. His hand fell from covering your mouth, and instead rejoined its original place upon your hip as he pulled you to meet his thrusts harshly. 

“Say it again,” He commanded. He hadn’t ever heard a woman moan his real name before, and he liked the way it sounded coming from you. He hips regained their rhythm, making sure to brush against your g-spot with each thrust. 

“Oh, fuck, Court!” Your moan turned into a high-pitched cry, but he didn’t bother to move to cover your mouth again. He was too focused on how his name sounded falling from your mouth, and he wanted to hear it over and over again. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit once more. The combination of his thumb circling your swollen clit and his cock pressing against your g-spot had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

“You feel so good, baby. Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my cock, too?” He murmured into your ear, his breath fanning down your neck. 

You nodded your head, whimpering out a, “Yes, God, yes.” You felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm building once more, the muscles in your lower stomach tightening. Your walls clenched tighter around him, and you felt his cock twitch in response. Your nails dug into the skin of his upper back as you found yourself needing to grab ahold of something. This elicited a groan from him, one that had your walls fluttering around his thick cock. He felt himself nearing his own orgasm, and to push you towards your second before he released, he sped up the movements of both his thumb and his hips. His hips slammed into yours with more force, almost knocking the breath out of you as his thumb circled your clit expertly. 

“C’mon, be a good girl for me. I know you want to,” He groaned out in between thrusts. You felt yourself falling over the edge, his words somehow being the last piece you needed to let go. Your walls clenched and fluttered around his cock, and he only lasted a few more thrusts before he bottomed out inside of you. You felt his cock twitch inside of you as his hot seed filled you up. He had seen you take your birth control pill earlier, and hadn’t bothered to ask where you wanted him to cum. The wanton moan that spilled from your lips as you felt him shoot ropes of his cum deep inside of you let him know he had made the right decision. You lowered your forehead to his shoulder as you caught your breath, and he slumped against you gently as he caught his own. 

After a few moments of steady breathing, he slowly removed his cock from you. Both of you let out a quiet hiss at the action. He reached for the towel that he had left upon the counter earlier and gently used it to clean you up. You smiled softly at the gesture. He helped you down from the counter and then pulled up his pants, fastening them before gathering your pajamas from the floor and passing them to you. You redressed yourself as he finished doing the same. 

“We probably shouldn’t tell Donald about this,” He began, a soft smile gracing his face as he spoke. 

You chuckled softly, nodding your head in agreement. “Yeah, probably shouldn’t.” 

“You should go back to bed,” He canted his head towards the doorway, “Before Claire realizes you’re missing.” 

You nodded your head once more, “Yeah, and you should go back to watching the cameras–and try not to fall asleep this time.” You teased. 

He raised his hands in surrender, “You’ve got my word. I’ve got plenty of energy now,” He teased with a smirk. 

You shook your head, rolling your eyes with a playful scoff as the both of you exited the bathroom. He stopped at the dining table to glance over the cameras briefly, and then turned to watch you disappear down the hallway to Claire’s room. 

As he took a seat at the table, he shook his head to himself, knowing that Donald would kill him if he ever found out he fucked his niece, but damn if it wasn’t worth the risk.

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Moments: Chapters 5-6

Moments Masterpost

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Slow-burn fic. Follow on to No Good Advice probably best to read that first. Read previous chapters of this fic here. In these chapters, the reader meets Violet, Daphne, and another important lady. Benedict and James paint together.

Word Count: 2.9k (these chapters only, 7.8k total for all chapters to date)

Warnings: none really - pining, fluff. Ratings/warnings will increase in future chapters.

Authors note: I expect there to be at least another 2 chapters, likely more. Thanks as ever to @makaylan for her fantastic betaing and advice. Couldn't do this without you lady <3

Chapter 5: Moments from a card game

You’re not sure what you expected of Lady Danbury’s married ladies' night, but this isn’t it. She had sent word for you to attend; you had expected cake and tea, not cigars, liquor and gambling. Not that you’re complaining. In fact, it’s just the ladies' evening you needed. It makes you realise how much you have missed the company of other women.

Lady Danbury encourages mixing, so you all swap tables during the evening; on one of those carousel moments, you end up next to Violet Bridgerton and her daughter Daphne Bassett. You recognise them from the miniatures you recall on Benedict’s desk as much as events of the Ton, not that you would admit to such.

After the usual polite greetings and expressions of sympathy for your loss, what strikes you most is their genuine warmth. You realise how much Benedict’s disposition is a family trait. 

“I know your son from many years ago now,” you admit sheepishly at some point in the easy conversation.

“Oh, please don’t judge us on the Viscount,” Violet jokes, assuming it’s Anthony that you know.

“Actually, I meant Benedict,” you say quietly.

They both look genuinely surprised. Violet looks thoughtful.

“What was your name before marriage, did you say?” She enquires.

“Err, I didn’t. It was y/l/n” you reply intrigued by her line of questioning.

You could swear something akin to a lightbulb goes off behind Violet's eyes, but she says nothing. 

“You simply must come a few days early for our country visit,” Daphne insists. 

“Definitely!” Violet affirms, “We always like to invite a few select people a couple of days early to enjoy the peace and quiet before the Ton descends.”

“And your son can spend time with little Aubrey,” Daphne adds gleefully, “it would be so great for him to have someone close to his age to play with!”

“Well, if you insist,” you demure, your thoughts already moving to the obvious. Your heart leaps at the thought of Benedict among his family-you ache to see it.

“Will the whole family be there?” you inquire, attempting for casual.

“Oh yes, all eight of my children and their families gather. It’s a non-optional tradition,” Violet winks with a laugh.  

She has no idea how significant that phrasing is. She has another grandchild she has no idea about. And he’ll be accompanying you. Suddenly the thought of it somehow coming out gives you a spike of nausea. You have no idea if Benedict even wants you or James there. Perhaps accepting the invitation was the worst idea possible. Before you have a chance to amend your answer, the carousel goes on.

“Time to move tables, ladies!” Mrs Danburys announces with a raised glass, a raised eyebrow and a flick of her wrists.

You bid farewells to the Bridgerton ladies and reluctantly move tables. You find yourself sitting next to an elegant woman about your age. She looks familiar, but you can’t place why or where from.

“I’m, Miss Elliott,” she introduces herself with a friendly smile “let's enjoy frittering away some money, shall we, Mrs..?”

“Darby,” you grin. “But I suppose, well, it was, Mrs. Not sure now, to be honest. I’m now a widow.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

“Thanks, it's been a few months now. Wait, a Miss? I thought tonight was for married ladies only.”

“Lady Danbury makes exceptions for close family friends on occasion,” she winks conspiratorially. “Let’s play!”

After losing a round, then winning a round - and a few too many brandies - you figure it's probably a good time to stop gambling. 

“What was married life like for you, if you don't mind me asking?” Miss Elliott turns to you, her voice now a touch slurred.

“It was… good. I married a good man, a family friend, and he was a great father,” you answer politely.

“Did you love him?” her question so abrupt. 

“In a way, yes, he was my best friend. Why do you ask? Are you thinking of marrying yourself?” it's your turn to be inappropriately nosey, the alcohol lowering your inhibitions.

“Yes. But not for love. For convenience,” she adds.

“Why would you do that?” You are genuinely curious.

“His heart and mine both belong to others; it seems like a neat solution.” She is matter-of-fact in her summation.

“The love I share is outside the bounds of what is acceptable in society,” she says, her eyes meeting those of a beautiful young woman at another table, “but is no less real or passionate.”

You understand the pain she must feel. It must be awful not to be free to openly love who you want to love.

“I am so sorry that is the case; I can’t imagine. If you don’t mind me asking, who is this man you speak of? The one you have the arrangement to marry with?” You are tipsily just straight up fishing for knowledge of the Ton. You've missed being a part of a social circuit. It's a crude version of entertainment, but you are genuinely curious who would possibly be willing to marry in such circumstances?

“The second son of an illustrious family. He’s an artist.” 

Suddenly all you can hear is a rush of blood in your head.

“Are you speaking of Benedict Bridgerton?” You hedge, slightly breathless.

“The very one!” She exclaims as if relieved she didn’t have to reveal the name herself.

All you can hear echoing around and around in your head is her earlier line - his heart and mine belong to others. His heart belongs to another. Another. A dangerous sliver of hope in you cracks open a little.

“Did he ever tell you about the person to who his heart belongs?” You venture, attempting casual for the second time this evening, but your heart is in your throat. 

She shrugs. “Only that she was forced to marry her childhood friend many years ago. So he decided an arrangement where he faces no more scrutiny as to why he is still a bachelor preferable to finding a love match that would ultimately prove inferior.”

You grip the table hard—so many revelations in one sentence. You suddenly recall where you remember her from—The Danbury Ball; she was the woman on Benedict’s arm. 

“Are you already engaged?” you inquire.

“No, not yet. We have discussed it, but just the other evening, after the ball, he asked for a little more time to decide. Which is understandable; it's a big commitment.” 

She seems so practical and down-to-earth about the whole situation you can't help but admire her strength, even as your emotions spiral around you. Benedict is willing to enter a marriage of convenience selflessly to give this woman the freedom to be with her love and to ensure his heart is never with another. He was and likely still is in love with you. You suspected it, but neither of you ever had the strength to vocalise it - knowing it would not change your fate at the time. Now, if he still feels the same, you daren’t even think about what could be possible.

As soon as you get home, you send a note to him, emboldened by brandy. Please do visit and paint with James whenever you can. The urge to add I love you burns brightly in your chest, but you resist committing it to paper even in your intoxicated state.

Chapter 6: Moments from a garden

Benedict turns up the next day, barely as you’ve finished breakfast. It’s a lovely sunny London summer day already. 

“Y/n,” his voice is warm and makes your spine tingle. The fact you have already dropped formal names again makes you inordinately happy. The urge to walk up and embrace him in greeting is so strong you have to grip the chair arms to avoid moving.

The revelations from Lady Danbury’s card night ring strong in your ears - he is willing to sacrifice finding a true love match as he believes himself incapable of moving on. From you. And now he knows he’s a father to your son. You invite him to spend time together, and he turns up less than ten hours later. The ties that bind you are so much tighter than you ever could have imagined could have hoped. 

“Benedict!” James' face lights up, dropping his toy train. “Did you come to paint today?” He positively rocks back and forth with excitement at the idea.

“Yes, James, I have!” Benedict smiles indulgently. “Shall we set up in the garden? I think it’s a lovely day to paint some flowers.”

“Brilliant!”‘James peels with enthusiasm as Benedict nods to his valet carrying his easel and supplies, who moves ahead towards your garden.

James springs up from his toys and runs to Benedict, grabbing his hand on instinct, always so free with his affections.

Your heart skips a beat at the sight of them together, holding hands, almost a silhouette against the intense sun beaming in through the French doors. 

You watch as Benedict freezes, and a look of something so meaningful washes over his face. You see him swallow heavy like it’s challenging to do so. James has no clue about the significance of his simple action - grabbing his father’s hand for the first time.

Benedict’s gaze moves to you, and your heart clenches harder. His gaze is soft and questioning, silently asking if this is acceptable. You smile indulgently and nod; it is one thousand times more than okay. 

“Right, lead the way outside, James,” Benedict says, looking down with a smile.

James starts marching onwards but suddenly turns back, not letting go of Benedict’s hand. 

“Mama, are you not coming too?” He asks.

“Oh, it’s okay, love, you spend time with Benedict. He can teach you amazing things about art; I would just be in the way.”

“You would not be in the way,” Benedict replied far too quickly; James twists to look up at him. 

“Yes, Mama come with us” James looks back over to you, and he stretches his other hand towards you, waggling his fingers in a come hither motion.

So you close your book and walk over to them, letting James slip his free hand into yours. The reflection of you three in the door glass holding hands like a family stares back at you.  It’s something you did countless times with John without thought. This feels so significant your chest feels tight. 

You move your gaze from your joined hands, over your son, to Benedict. He is looking at you in a way that knocks you off your axis. If the eyes are the window to the soul, his soul is endless. You can’t look away. Butterfly under glass yet again. 

“Mama, why are you staring at Benedict?” James' voice cuts in, “you always told me it’s rude to stare.”

Never a truer word than from the mouth of babes.

You cast your eyes down, suitably called out by your son; you know your cheeks are aflame. Benedict chuckles.

“Don’t worry, James, she wasn’t being rude. I was just talking to your mummy silently in a way only she could hear.” Benedict assures him, squeezing his hand gently.

Your heart aches. Actually aches.

“Can we go paint now? James asks with a slight whine in his voice, reaching his limit of dealing with adults.

“Yes, my love,” you reply soothingly and hold on tight as his little legs move fast, dragging you along and out the door. James walks ahead, and your shoulder bumps Benedict’s as James pulls you behind him through the narrow doorway.

You chuckle as Benedict bumps your shoulder again, even though you’re now out on the expanse of the sunny patio. You daren't look up at his face, so you smile in profile while surveying your gardens.

“Where are you going to set up, my darling boys?” You ask, not realising you used the plural.

“Hmm, I think right over there would be perfect,” Benedict replies after a pause of looking at you, pointing to the shade under an old oak tree next to your rose garden. His valet goes to set up his easel as yours emerges from the house carrying James’s easel and follows suit. 

James lets go of your hands, running on ahead. You stroll next to Benedict, itching to take his hand instead. 

“Thank you for coming to spend time with him,” you say quietly.

“I meant what I said the other day,” he replies, almost solemnly.

Your knuckles brush as you walk in sync; it makes your breath hitch. Which frankly seems ridiculous, considering you’ve already spent hours entwined naked, albeit years ago. But somehow, this seems more significant. Your past always had an expiry date; this feels like something new, different, and more meaningful. 

“But still, thank you. It means a lot to James to have someone to paint with.”

“I will always make time for James; please know that. Regardless of where life takes any of us,” he vows.

“You’ve adjusted so well to such a huge revelation that well, James exists,” you whisper the last part.

“I suppose I’ve thought about it so much over the years; it didn’t seem that much of a shock, to be honest,” he says ponderously.

“That you already had a child?”

“That I might be a father someday,” he clarifies. “Yes, circumstances are not how I pictured it, but I’m very much looking forward to this adventure with James. And well you….” his smile is bashful but genuine. It warms you more than the sun does.

You spend the morning sitting under the cooling shade of the ancient oak, watching the boys paint. Benedict encouraging James’ creative choices, never telling him what to do, just giving guidance.

“How do I make that colour?” James asks at one point, pointing at a purple iris.

“So that is purple, James. Take a dab of that blue there,” Benedict leans over and points with the far end of his paintbrush, “and that red there. And mix them at the end of your palette like this,” Benedict demonstrates. 

James copies him, and his face breaks into a smile as the blob of paint turns purple.

“Look, Mama,” he exclaims, holding out his palette for your perusal, “I made a new colour!”

“Well done, love,” you praise, smiling at them both.

“What other colours can I make?” James asks Benedict excitedly.

“Let's paint the flower first; then we can make some others,” Benedict guides, already taking on a parental air. “I promise to show you all the colours, James,” he adds, the more profound meaning not lost on you.

“Your mother invited me early to Aubrey Hall,” you mention as you watch as James paints a beautiful child’s version of the iris. You already know you will frame this canvas; if nothing else, it will be a reminder of this already memorable day. “I accepted but then realised I should have checked with you first. I'm more than happy to pretend I have an alternate engagement that I had forgotten.” 

“Don't be ridiculous,” he chides without heat. “It will be wonderful to have you and James there early; you will get a chance to meet all of the family properly. They will be so excited to meet James.”

“You want to tell them? The truth?” you don't even attempt to mask the incredulity in your voice. 

“Of course I do,” he responds fiercely. “They will be delighted.”

“But the circumstances…,” you trail off. “Surely, there will be judgement. Maybe not of you, but me.”

“Do you honestly think my family doesn't know our whole story?” he responds with a raised eyebrow.

“N..no?” you equivocate.

“Well, they do,” he shrugs. “And believe me. This will be taken as nothing but good news. Besides, look at him. They will take a glance and know instantly, just as I did. James IS me; there are miniatures of me at his age, and you wouldn't be able to tell us apart.” He looks so proud; you almost want to roll your eyes.

“Then we will be there Thursday” you smile, and he nods happily.

“James,” he turns his attention back to your son. “Grab a new clean little brush. I could use your help. Great, now put some white paint on it.” You watch as James’ rapt attention pings between Benedict and the tasks he asks James to do. “Excellent! Now you see this corner here, please can you place a few white streaks? Right here.” Benedict gestures at the edge of a flower petal.

James dips under Benedict's arm and stands between his legs, a little tongue poking out as he holds out his paintbrush. “I don't want to hurt your nice picture,” he admits quietly.

Benedict leans in, his hand closing around James’ on the brush. “Don't worry, James, you could never do that. Anything you think is wrong is just a chance to try something new,” he assures gently, guiding James’ brush gently over the area. “There, you see? That adds a little glimmer to the petal, so it's shining in the sunshine. Well done. Look at your fantastic handiwork.” He praises and, without thought, leans in and kisses James' temple affectionately. If James is surprised by the action, it doesn't show on his face; he just accepts the gesture naturally with a smile, still looking at the painting proudly.

You subtly lean your head on your hand to wipe away a tear at the corner of your eye. 

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The forced arrange with DK you wrote a cuple months ago is so good yet so short. Could you write a second part please?❤

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Good Arrangement

Summary: The two of you have been going out together for a while now, being forced to get close enough for marriage due to an alliance. You weren't complaining at all, though.

Relationship: Platonic going on romantic

Character: Donkey Kong

Warnings: fluff, forced relationships, gn reader

*Part 2 to this fic

"Do I technically have to propose?"

"I don't think so, we started talking to get married."

"True."

You smiled at this. The two of you had been hanging out for a good two or three months now, and you were aching for him to confirm you guys were official.

To be honest, it felt like you were, but you never openly called each other partners. Then again, you'd be getting married either way

"DK?"

"Yeah, what is it?" He replied, kicking his feet around in the sand on the beach, this is where the two of you always went together. It was by far your favorite shared place.

"What are we? I know we're supposed to have some sort of romance, but would you say we do?"

"Oh, well I really like you; I didn't think that I would enjoy this when dad told me about it but there's something about you Y/N. It's fine if you hate this because I will just enjoy the fact that you know how I feel."

"Wow that was really poetic and unlike you, DK."

"I know, I have no idea where that came from." He chuckled and avoided you eye contact.

You noticed this, "Well, if it makes you feel better, I also hated the idea of an arranged marriage when my mom told me, but this has been some of the most amazing days of my life. I really like you too, DK."

He looks back at you, a smile slowly creeping on his face. That's when her wrapping you up in one of the longest and tightest hugs you've ever been in, which you returned, for the most part.

"DK..." You choked out,

"Yeah?"

"I...can't, breathe."

"Oh, sorry."

He pulled away, coughing to kill the silence, "Don't tell anyone i got all lovey dovey on you tonight." He said, putting lovey dovey in air quotes.

You laughed, "Okay."

He looks down at you, smiling, he's never felt so understood before, you were the one person that he could stand having a conversation with, the one person he knew for a fact he could always impress.

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"So, when's the wedding?" You mom asked as you were sitting at the kitchen table after dinner.

Normally you would bite back with a snarky comment but recently you've been so open and willing to try all these different things. "I don't know, we haven't really discussed it." You caught yourself smiling down at your empty plate.

"Well whenever you do, I already started making a dream board for it, so feel free to come add to it."

"Okay, thanks mom."

You honestly couldn't wait anymore for that day to come.

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Unbreakable

Chapter 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: bit of fluff I guess

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: we finally have the next chapter. Bit dialogue heavy but reader gets a friend

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Ch. 2

The little bell above the door rang, again. Every time it did you looked up hoping to see your new friend walk through. After another few minutes you see Lisa scanning the dining area. Her eyes light up when she sees you and a warm smile grazes her lips as she gets closer. She gave off cool aunt vibes with her up to date clothes and accessories. Her honey blonde hair falling just about her shoulders and the confidence that just shone through as she walked further into the space.

“Hi, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” She said once she sat down.

“Not at all. I got here a little early.”

“Have you been here before?” Lisa asks as she looks at the menu.

“A few times. They’ve never given me trouble for having Marvin. Some other places have been a bit of a pain.”

Lisa leans to the side to see Marvin sitting calmly at your side. She smiles as she straightens back up.

“He’s gorgeous. Is he a service dog or a support dog?”

“Service. My therapist thought it would be a good idea to help with my ptsd and anxiety. I’ve had him for a few months now and he’s done wonders.”

“That’s good to hear.” She replies before the server takes both of your orders and then leaves. “And how long have you been going to the group?”

“A few weeks, I really didn’t want to at first but it’s helped knowing that there are other people that have gone through similar experiences. That I don’t have to feel ashamed about it. How about you?”

“Well I don’t go as regularly as I used to. What I went through happened about ten years ago. I’ve healed and I’ve moved on but sometimes I’ll have a nightmare or if I have an argument with my new partner I get anxious so going to a meeting helps.”

“Oh,” that piqued your interest. “So you’re seeing someone?”

“Yes, my partner and I have been together for three years now. She’s wonderful and so understanding. Do you think you’ll ever see yourself dating again?”

You shake your head and sigh.

“Don’t worry, I used to think the same thing. Actually my girlfriend and I started out as friends and it developed into something more.”

“That’s lovely. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to be in a relationship again but I’m not closing myself off to the possibility.”

“That’s all you can do.” She smiles.

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Of course.” Lisa says.

“Was your last partner also a woman?”

“Yes, a lot of people have a difficult time accepting that women can also be abusive. It didn’t help that she was also extremely manipulative.”

You just nod in acknowledgment as the server shows up and places your food down.

For the next few minutes you ate and just learned a few things about each other, like what you did for a living and about your families. The more the conversation flowed the more you realized you had in common.

“You know something that helped me get control of my life back was learning how to defend myself.” She said after taking a sip of her drink.

“How so?”

“Well I learned how to handle and shoot a gun. Maybe you should look into it.”

“I don’t think I could ever shoot a gun.”

“It doesn’t have to be a gun. Maybe some form of karate or boxing. If you know how to defend yourself, you’ll be more comfortable around people. You could even have a friend go with you. Do you have friends?” She asks softly. “If not, I'm more than happy to go with you to a few classes.”

Would you consider Steve as a friend? Maybe. He was, however, an Avenger. Maybe he would be willing to give you a few lessons.

“I have a friend, kind of.”

“What does ‘kind of’ mean?” She leans forward.

“I’m still getting to know him, so I haven’t fully decided but maybe if he is willing to do this with me that means I can start to really trust him.”

“Who is this friend?”

“His name is Steve.” You mutter and she smiles.

“That’s all I get, his name? What does he do?”

“Uh-“ you blank for a second, unsure of how to answer. “He used to be in the military. He’s a security guard of sorts. He’s very nice. I actually met him when I sat in at a wrong group meeting.”

“Hhmm, he sounds interesting. Is he cute?”

You choke on your drink and cough.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Lisa says with a laugh.

“Uh I have noticed that he is attractive and very… fit.”

“Do you like him?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Not like that. I couldn’t.”

“Ok, I believe you. But still, ask him if he’d be willing to go with you and then let me know.”

You nod and you each place money down for your meal. Outside Lisa asks if it’s ok to give you a hug which you accept. It’s the first hug you’ve received in at least a year and a half. It made you realize how much you craved being close to someone.

After finally reaching your apartment, Marvin jumps up on the couch and gets comfortable. His eyes follow you around, when he can’t see you his head shoots up. He relaxes once again when you walk back out in sweats and a t-shirt.

You scratched Marvin behind his ear with one hand as you stared at your phone in the other.

“What do you think Marv, should I call or text him? I don’t even know what I would talk about though.”

Your phone vibrates in your hand and you jump, dropping the phone in the process. Marvin huffs as you scramble to grab it only to be surprised at seeing Steve’s name on the screen?”

“Hello?” You answer.

“Hey Y/N, it's Steve.”

“I know.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles to himself. “Don’t mind me, I'm just tired.”

“Oh, any particular reason?”

“I just got back from a two day mission. It wasn’t great.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know. So what’s up?”

“I just wanted to hear your voice.” He says after a moment of quiet. “I don’t want to dump anything on you, I’d just like to think about something else, if that’s ok.”

“It’s more than ok.”

“Did you do anything fun today?”

“I actually did. I had lunch with someone from my group. I think we’ll be good friends. She’s really nice.”

“That’s good. It’s good to have friends that you can rely on.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like a friend to rely on?” You asked softly. Already aware that two of his closest friends were gone. That he was as lonely as you were, maybe even more because people turned their backs on him for not saving everyone.

“I would like that very much.”

“Dog park in 20?”

“I’ll see you there.”

It was a bit chilly even with the sun still out. You opted for wearing something warm, there was no need to impress Steve. Marvin was running around chasing the ball you had thrown from your place on the blanket you had laid on the ground. Steve shows up a few minutes late with two bags in his hands and a cup holder. He smiles as he sits down but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey, thanks again for the invite.” He says as he grabs a cup and holds it out for you. “Hot chocolate.”

You hesitate for a moment but take it. It was nice of him to get you a warm drink and you had to remind yourself that not everyone was trying to hurt you.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Where is Marvin? I got him something if that’s ok.”

You nod before taking a sip of the drink. Marvin comes running back with the ball you’d thrown in his mouth. Panting and happy. He lets go of the ball when he sees Steve and takes a few steps in his direction. Marvin sniffs around Steve before bumping his head against the latter’s chest. He does it again and Steve looks from him to you confused.

“Is everything ok Steve?” You asked as Marvin whined.

“Yeah, what is going on with Marv?”

“You’re very anxious and he’s trying to get you to interact in order to help you calm down. So go on and pet him.”

You push your glasses up as you wait for Steve to do as you ask. He sighs and starts to scratch Marvin behind the ears, it’s slow until he’s fully petting Marvin. You can see his shoulders relax and a small smile appear after a while.

“Want to talk about it?”

“I just saw someone that reminded me of my friend.”

“Sam or Bucky?”

“Sam.”

“Tell me something about him.” You say quietly.

“Let’s see, I met him six years ago while I was working in D.C. he used to work helping veterans with PTSD. He’s funny and laid back.”

“Are you trying to set me up on a date with him? Because if you are, count me in.”

Steve smiled in your direction.

“We used to go running together in the mornings. Even if I outran him, he didn’t care. When I couldn’t trust anyone he opened his home up to me, no questions asked. We had this routine where he wrote out a list of must watch movies that I’d missed and we would watch them together. He really is funny and very compassionate. Even when he has his own problems he finds a way to help others. Sam is a good man and I just fucking miss him.” Steve sniffled and then cleared his throat.

“He sounds great.”

Steve just nodded. “Anyways, I got Marvin a puppuccino and a dog toy.” He took the lid off the extra cup and held it out for Marvin, who immediately accepted it.

Once he was done he took out a frisbee and threw it giving Marvin a perfect reason to run off. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, then you started talking about nothing important but still entertaining. Before you realized it, it was time to leave. Marvin had made his way over to you and didn’t fuss when you put on his vest and leash on again. Steve, always the gentleman, helped you up.

“Um Steve?”

“Yeah?” His gaze is fixed on you. It’s still amazed you how he seemed intimidating and even scary but right now with the gentleness in his demeanor he looked as vulnerable as you felt. You had been thinking about it since he talked about Sam and if you ever wanted to move past the abuse you lived you had to take a first step. Steve had always made you feel safe enough to want to take a step in the right direction.

“Do you still have that list?”

“I do.” A tiny glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes and you knew you were making the right decision.

“I thought that maybe you’d like to cross one off the list. With me… and Marvin of course.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot actually.” He smiles at you. It was different this time, hopeful.

“Ok. Does Friday work for you?”

“I’m free on Friday.”

You nod once and smile shyly up at Steve.

“I’ll see you Friday then.”

“See you then.”

You say your goodbyes and you leave with Marvin happily leading the way. Both of you anxiously waiting for Friday.

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[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 1)

IU replying to her own post:

Ah I forgot to mention one thing..

I really wanted to at least attend one of the movie screenings today and do a surprise stage greeting… but there’s a really big scene to be filmed today and I’m not in Seoul right now..ㅠㅠ I tried to arrange my schedule since a month ago, but it’s a scene that many actors appear on set together and matching everyone’s schedules is like catching a star in the sky, so it was difficult for me to meet uaenas today, whatt ㅠㅠ!!! Just saying in case there are any uaenas looking at the door, waiting for me to make my appearance and not being able to enjoy the movie today..

Uaena: I cried so much that I took a crying selca, unnie… if you read this on stage, I would have been submerged (in tears)…

IU: Show us -clap- show us -clap-

Uaena: I’m curious about whether you had your dinner, whether you’re filming right now, whether you’ve been sleeping well lately. I love you.

IU: I just reached my accomodations, washed up and wrote this letter. I’m going to bed now. Tomorrow will be a busy day from early morning to night! Nowadays, the moment my butt touches something, I fall asleep kekekeke 😍 Goodnight!!!!

Uaena: I was looking forward to (your surprise appearance), but it’s ok! We can’t ruin jingjjang’s schedule! Have a safe trip back. You worked hard for today’s momo concert!!! I’m wondering if you saw the uaena waving goodbye to you as you left? ㅠ

IU: Of course I saw all of it 😌 There were many people holding slogans and I saw many lightsticks too, so I put in effort to look at them, but I was told not to open the window for safety reasons, so I couldn’t open my window. Sorry ㅜㅜ

Uaena: -long post which mentioned that uaena’s love for IU is not one-sided but reciprocated by IU-

IU: What do you mean one-sided!!😡🔥🔥 I love you!!

Uaena: Unnie, when exactly do you sleep? Please sleep well! This middle schooler uaena will be going to bed first hehe Have a good night 🫶🏻

IU: Nowadays, I almost always sleep at midnight!!! After my middle school days, it’s the first time I’m having a routine lifestyle again 😍😍

Uaena: I really want to ask whether you think a serious bread includes salty bread. 🤨

IU: Salty bread looks cute, so it’s an excited bread.(TL note: IU mentioned before on IU TV that she prefers sweet bread and doesn’t like ‘serious’ bread like garlic baguette or pizza bread or sausage bread which tastes of food.)

Uaena: Has your skin recovered from the mosquito bite??? I noticed you stuck a sticker to hide it cutely today kiki

IU: … It keeps swelling up..ㅠㅠ I think this evil mosquito released its poison all the way inside my bones (insert mosquito bite selca)

Uaena: Jieun noona, have you watched the show in the movie theatre?! It’s almost like going back again to last year, it’s no joke!!

IU: Have I watched it, or have I not~?

Uaena: I’m curious about the drink you often order from the coffee truck. Please let us know your TMI.

IU: Babamba latte. When it’s hot, I go for ICE, when it’s cold, I go for HOT 😌 (TL note: It’s a mix of chesnut, walnut and milk with some honey)

Uaena: Have you seen the Unique Dayooki (TL note: IU 15th anniv contest on fancafe)?! The creations are hilarious 💜

IU: Uaena are.. really (in a good way) crazy.

Uaena: Unnie, to you what is the most legendary song of Golden Hour?

IU: The 3rd section of the concert is really… awesome…

Uaena: How are things between you and your brother lately?

IU: Getting better as we get older 👍

IU replying to herself:

Ah I really need to go to bed now!! 🐥🐥🐥🐥 I’m really going to bed!!! I’ll be back tomorrow if I have time during my breaks. Today is an important day for us ❤️ Let’s keep the conversation going. Goodnight!!! 😊😊😊

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omg omg omg!! will we have a part 2 to this?? cause we need it!! 😭😭

I was genuinely overwhelmed by the support I got on this fic! thank you so much for the love on it! here is part two, I really hope I could do it justice and that you love it as much. (got a little longer than I imagined but I hope you don’t mind)

also thank you for 600 followers! ily guys. xx

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small word, big impact part two

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“Thank you! Have a lovely day.” You smiled at the young woman who handed you your coffee. It seemed like the drink in your hand was the only thing that could get you through your days even if you weren’t a coffee drinker normally.

You had tried to keep yourself busy the few days you didn’t have exams to prepare for or a shift at work to cover. It hadn’t been easy and you knew you looked tired and that your eyes were heavy from crying. It hadn’t been easy to stay away from Mason because he was always on your mind. He had showed up at your door that same night, he had been desperate to see and talk to you but your friend had opened the door and told him to not come back until you were ready to talk.

Mason didn’t like to listen so he showed up to your apartment two days later which had caused another fight between you both. Mason would probably say it had been your fault because he didn’t show up to fight but you didn’t like how he had showed up expecting you to forgive him and act like nothing had happened. He didn’t seem to understand just how hurtful what he said was and you think that hurt you even more.

That was over a month ago but to you it felt much longer.

Mason would text you every morning when he woke up and every night before he would go to bed just like he always did and even if you read each text you never replied.

You had watched every England game, rooting for him like you had told him you would. You had hoped seeing him would help you miss him a little less but it had only made you miss him more. After each full time whistle blew your fingers would itch to send him a text. You wanted to tell him that he had played well even if you knew he didn’t because you knew him well enough to know when his mind was elsewhere and you hated being the cause of it. Declan called you one night to tell you to ‘please talk to him and fix things’ and you almost felt guilty for not doing as he asked.

You missed him but you weren’t sure how to get over what he had said. The conversation you overheard was something that kept playing in your mind over and over each time you would think about calling him which just proved to you that you were still hurt and not ready to forgive and forget.

You were almost home when the music playing through your headphones was interrupted by a call. You weren’t expecting it to be Mason’s sister calling and you were debating on not answering and just texting her that you were busy at work and would call another day. You weren’t trying to avoid Mason’s family but you still weren’t sure if he had told them what had happened between the both of you or not. You assumed he hadn’t because his mum had never texted you to ask about it. You had always been close to his family so it felt weird to not see them or talk to them for a longer period of time. You didn’t want to overthink it too much so your thumb swiped over your screen. “Hi, Jaz.”

“Hi, y/n! Are you alright?”

“I’m good! How are you? how’s the little princess?”

“Good, thanks and she’s doing well. She’s been asking about you!” You smiled at that. “I know you’ve been super busy so I don’t want to bother you but I just wanted to tell you that our flight leaves at seven tomorrow morning, alright? Please remind Mason to pack his passport.” The trip to Italy with his family had been booked a few months ago but it had completely gone over your head just like the trip you were meant to go on with just Mason two days after you got home from Italy.

“Have you talked to Mason?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Mason and I, we are...I don’t know, we aren’t together right now.” 

“What?”

“I thought he would have told you.”

“He hasn’t mentioned anything to me and neither has mum. I’m so sorry. I had no idea. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, yeah.” You were happy you had finally reached your apartment because crying in public wasn’t on your agenda for the day.

“What happened?”

“I think you should talk to him about it, Jaz.” You wanted to tell her but you didn’t feel like it was your place to do so. You both talked for a few more minutes, the topic about you and Mason ignored before you said bye.

You spent the rest of your day in bed watching Netflix.

Mason wasn’t prepared to come home from international break to his mum and sister sitting in his livingroom. All he wanted was to get home and go straight to bed and wait for pre season to start. He had forgotten about the vacation to Italy until his mum asked him why he hadn’t packed before leaving for international break and instead of lying to her he was honest and told her that he had forgotten and that they should just go without him and when she asked about you he felt even worse. “We aren’t together. Y/n ended things.” He muttered before throwing himself on the sofa. He didn’t want to feel sorry for himself but he genuinely felt like shit.

He missed everything about you.

He missed coming home to you, he missed going to bed with you, he missed seeing you come home to his house with a new decor piece in your hands because you would always claim his house was still so empty even if he had lived in it for so long. He missed every room in his house being filled with fresh flowers even if he would claim he hated them.

The first couple of days after you had left had been lonely for Mason. He had called off any plans he had made with his friends and was prepared to just sit and watch TV for hours. He had been alright with that until he walked to the main bathroom and looked at the pile of clothes in the middle of the floor with the shirt you always stole on top.

He had almost cried. 

If he told anyone he almost cried over a pile of dirty laundry they would have thought he was crazy but he knew you had put them there because you were meant to put them away later that night. You used to always help him out with his laundry, not because he made you do it but because you would always tell him he was shit at it and you didn’t want him to ruin your clothes. It had kind of become a thing, you would do the laundry and then later you would sit in bed and fold the clothes together. It may seem boring to others but Mason loved it.

Mason always felt like you would have a big influence on him since he first met you and he was right because you did right away. Your scent had haunted him because for the first month straight it was all he would think about. He woud say his music taste had gotten a lot better thanks to you. He thought about you just laying on his sofa with eyes half closed as you waited for him to come home from a late away game. When he would go to sleep he would amost forget you weren’t actually there until he opened his eyes and reality would hit him. 

He had see you at the grocery shop a week after you had broken things off. He was there by himself and only needed to buy a few items like milk, some snacks and break but he wasn’t ready to see you there. You looked beautiful. Perfect even, just like you always did and he was close to just walking up to you and ask you how you were doing but he stopped himself when a guy came into view. Mason had never seen him before but when you laughed loudly at something he said, Mason was pretty sure he didn’t need to know the guy to hate him.

So before Mason could make a fool of himself and be caught staring at you he turned around and hurried to go and pay.

He didn’t want you to see how miserable he was when you looked absolutely fine.

“Honey, what? When did this happen?” Mason had been so in his own thought he had almost forgot his sister and mum were in his house.

“A month ago, a bit before I went away with England.” His mum was shocked and his sister had no idea if she should be honest and say that she knew or pretend like she had no idea. “I was just a bad boyfriend, okay? I said something hurtful to her but I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“You both love each other very much so I’m sure whatever you said can be sorted out between you both.”

“It can’t.”

“What did you say?” Mason wasn’t expecting the harsh tone his sister spoke in. “I talked to her the other day to remind her of Italy and she told me you weren’t together anymore but she didn’t tell me why. She sounded so hurt, Mason.”

“Fuck’s sake.” He muttered because he really didn’t want to talk about it. “She sort of overheard a conversation I had with a friend.” His sister was already shaking her head. “I called her clingy.”

“Mason!” Both women said at the same time and to him it felt like he was ten and had just broken a vase while playing football inside. He wasn’t expecting any other reaction from them, his closest friends had reacted the same. Declan had told him that he was beyond stupid for ruining something so good.

“Why did you say something like that?”

“I don’t know mum, alright? I was just tired and stressed..”

“And stupid.” The sentence was finished by his sister.

“Yeah.” Mason couldn’t deny it.

“Have you talked to her at all, sweetie?” Mason could tell his mum was trying to be supportive so he was trying to not snap at her even if he just wanted the conversation about the topic to end.

“I have but she doesn’t respond.”

“I’m sure she will talk when she’s ready, Mase. She’s clearly just still very hurt which is expected.”

“Yeah, I am too.” His mum didn’t say anything while his sister scoffed.

“You’re the one who broke her heart, Mason. You can be hurt but you don’t have the right to feel sorry for yourself. We love you and will always have your back but not this time.” Mason couldn’t say anything because he knew his sister was right. “Now get up and go pack your bags.”

You were laying in your bed two days after your conversation with Mason’s sister scrolling through your social media apps before your thumb stopped on the series of pictures posted by his mum on her Instagram. You scrolled through the pictures, focusing on the ones of Mason the most. He looked good, better than ever even.

He hadn’t called in two days and you hated to admit that it hurt because it made you think that maybe he had moved on, maybe all he needed was to get away for a bit to forget about you. It was selfish of you to be upset over him not calling when you had ignored each call and not once reached out to him so maybe he got tired of trying and you couldn’t blame him if that was the case.

Mason was tired, he had been in Italy for four days and all he could think about was going home. He had skipped on dinner at some fancy resturant for the night, telling his family he wasn’t feeling well. He had just taken a bite of his burger when his phone rang. He barely had time to register that your name was written across his screen before he had answered the phone. “Hello.” Besides the very faint music he could hear in the background the line was silent. “Y/n? are you alright?”

“Hi.” God had he missed your voice.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry for calling.” You sounded a little unsure of yourself.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I woke you up, didn’t I?” Mason was about to say no but you continued. “I-I..” You take a breath. “Sorry. I know it’s late and I know you’re with your family having a wonderful time but...I just miss you.” Mason knew you were out by the stories you had posted on Instagram earlier and judging by your slightly slurred words you were a little tipsy too but it didn’t stop his heart from beating extra fast at your small confession. “I wish...I wish, I would have never been at your house that day.” You sniffled and it made Mason close his eyes. “I just wish you weren’t stupid.”

“I do too.” The line went silent for a bit besides your deep breathing. “I miss you too by the way. So fucking much.”

“You haven’t called me in days.”

“I know but it’s not because I haven’t missed you.” He hadn’t called because his sister had told him to give you some space and to give you some time to really miss him and it turned out that she had been right. “Are you outside?”

“Yes.” You whispered as if it was a secret.

“Are you alone?”

“I’m wearing red knickers.” You giggled and Mason just shook his head before letting out a low laugh. He really didn’t need to think of you in red underwear right now. “I’m with Noah.” Mason knew of most, if not all of your friends and he had never heard of the name Noah before which immediately worried him. He knows you can handle yourself but you were clearly drunk and everyone are vulnerable when they’re drunk.

“Bab-, y/n, who’s this Noah?”

“My friend, he’s taking me home.” Mason had to bite his lip to stop himself from cursing.

“Are you with Lauren?” You shook your head as if Mason could see before giggling and saying no. “Okay, can you please go back inside and find Lauren?” Mason was talking slowly and trying to be patient even if to anyone else it would probably sound like he was talking to a child.

“How do you even know Lauren is here? are you actually in England? are you following me, Mase?” He hadn’t heard you call him that in what felt like ages and it made his heart skip a beat and a smile take over his face until he heard someone who he assumed was Noah telling you to get in a car.

“Taxi is here, bye!”

“Y/n, please go back insid-” You had hung up before he could finish the sentence and Mason felt himself panic a little so he texted Lauren, letting her know about the phonecall and the guy you had said you were with and when the only reply he got was to leave you alone and let you have fun Mason thought he probably deserved that.

Mason went to sleep miserable and jealous.

When you woke up the next morning you felt worse than you imagined you would. Every part of your body was hurting and your head was throbbing. When you opened your eyes the first thing you did was reach for your phone, plenty of notifications appeared on your screen but only one caught your eye. “Hope you got home safe. Let me know. xx”. Mason had a tendency to worry about you very easily and you didn’t think that had changed just becaause you weren’t together anymore which you got confirmed when you opened his text just to see another seven texts from the night before.

You weren’t trying to ignore him but the second you walked into your room and got in bed you had passed out.

You remember calling him, you didn’t remember exactly what you had said or if you had said anything you shouldn’t have but regardless you didn’t regret it. You had missed him, you still were missing him but just hearing his voice had helped a little.

You wanted to call him but you weren’t sure if he was awake yet so instead you sent him a text, letting him know that you did get home safely and just a minute later Mason’s name and a picture of him you had taken about a year ago appeared on your screen and a second later you answered. “Hopefully you’re more sober than I was.” You said and it felt so good to hear him laugh.

“Mhm, it’s still only nine but you can try me again later.” It felt good that you didn’t mind the idea of talking again later. “Are you alone?”

"I do still live alone.” You teased pretty sure you knew where he was going to take this conversation.

“You left alone?”

“Mhmm, no. Why?”

“You mentioned some Noah guy last night.”

“Yeah, what about it?” You were teasing him and you were quite enjoying it too. Noah was your new colleague who had just moved to London so you had asked him to join your group of friends so he could get to know some new people. You didn’t see Noah as anything more than just a friend and you had only mentioned him the night before because you knew Mason well enough to know that he would get slightly jealous.

Truly you didn’t have eyes for any guy other than Mason.

Before you met Mason you had been single for a long time, you had been on some casual dates but none had ever really sparked your interest until you met Mason. He would not only always make you laugh but he would always laugh at every joke you would tell and if you were sitting with a big group and someone would talk over you he would always ask you to repeat yourself when everyone were listening. 

It hadn’t taken long for him to occupy your every thought.

When you would stand in the middle of your kitchen cooking you would think about what he might like. When you would go through your playlists you would wonder what kind of songs he likes to listen to while driving. When you would come across a funny video on your feed you wanted to send it to him just to see if he found it funny too.

You knew all the answers now but one thing that hasn’t changed is that he was still all you ever thought about.

“Y/n?”

“How is Italy?” You changed the topic, not wanting to talk about anyone outside of your bubble.

“It’s good, yeah. Mum loves it a lot.” You smiled at that

“I did tell you she would!”

“You did.” He hums. “You’re always right.” You bite your lip, not entirely sure on what to say so you wait for Mason to say something else. “We leave tomorrow morning.”

“I hope you have a safe flight home.”

“Thank you.” He softly said and you could hear his mum and dad in the background. “Everyone misses you.”

“I miss everyone too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Even this one guy who can be a right twat sometimes?” You laughed and even if he couldn’t see you were nodding your head.

“Especially that guy.” The conversation ended shortly after that and even if everything wasn’t forgotten you finally felt like you could get there.

Mason knows he had been miserable.

His family, friends and even a random woman at the park who had told him to lighten up one afternoon had made that very clear to him.

Mason wasn’t sure if you were ready to forgive him but for now he was content with talking to you until you were ready to see him which he hoped was soon because he was dying to see you. 

“Did you and y/n sort things out?”

“What?” He had been too focused on his phone to hear anything Reece said besides the mention of your name.

“I said, did you and y/n sort things out?” Mason just shrugged, not entirely sure what to say. “Just guessed since you don’t look miserable anymore.” Mason rolled his eyes before laughing.

“We've talked a little.”

“That’s good bro, one step at a time.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He would take the next step himself.

You were laying in bed watching a Netflix documentary getting ready to drift off to sleep when your doorbell rang. You weren’t expecting anyone at this hour but you knew Lauren was out having drinks and when she had a bit too much she would always sleep over at yours so you would wake her up with breakfast in bed. You got out of bed and walked out to the hall and once you were at the door you looked through your peep hole fully expecting to see Lauren sitting on the floor but you weren’t expecting to see Mason standing there with his hands in his pockets. “Hi” you smiled once you opened the door and he almost looked surprised that you had opened the door. You caught his eyes wandering up and down your body which made your lip twitch slightly and once his eyes were back on your face you raised an eyebrow at him. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. You were probably asleep, weren’t you? but I was at the bar down the street with some of the lads and walked by and then I just said fuck it, yeah? so just thought I would say hi.”

“At almost midnight?” You laughed before moving out of the way. “Come on, I’m getting cold.” Once Mason was sitting on your sofa you walked to your kitchen and filled the both of you a glass of water. “Thought you might have had a few to drink so here you go.” You smiled handing him the glass.

“Thanks.” He mumbled before taking a sip. The situatin felt a little odd to Mason. He had a lot he wanted to say to you but as he sat on your small green sofa that he had always loved just a few centimeters away from you he wasn’t sure where to start. A long silence settled over the room and it was driving Mason crazy. “I was looking for that shirt you know.” Mason whispered, pointing to the worn out Chelsea shirt you always wore to bed. It was one of his own shirts from his debut season, the first he had ever given you and you treasured it a lot. You laughed but when you looked at him there was no hint of a smile on his face.

“You came over here to get your things?” Maybe you had read the entire thing wrong, maybe every conversation you two had didn’t mean the same to him as it did to you and maybe he had managed to find closure when you had finally managed to find it in yourself to forgive him.

“You know, I thought you were meant to just forgive me.” You didn’t like to see him upset and when a single tear rolled down his cheek you reach out to touch him but stop yourself. “Do you remember when we would lay in bed and you would say all we ever do is kiss and sleep?” You had no idea where this conversation was going but when he looked at you all you did was nod because you did remember it very clearly. “I really wish we could just go back to that. I wish I could go back and unsay what I said so I could wake up every morning with your hair everywhere and your body practically on top of me.”

“I know.” You whispered, unsure of what to even say.

“I feel like you deserve a lot better than me. I didn’t treat you right, I said one of the most hurtful things I could have probably said to you.” His eyes drop to the floor because he feels like he can’t look at you when you got tears matching his own falling down your cheeks. 

“Why does it sound like you’re breaking up with me?” Mason smiles softly and because of that you feel like everything is alright. 

“God, no.” Mason said. “When I said what I said- I know this sounds like an excuse but I’m past that. I promise it wasn’t actually how I felt. I’ve thought about it over and over and I don’t know why I said what I said. I don’t know why those words left my mouth or why I even thought of them but none of it was true. I love you so much and to know I hurt you- it hurts me so fucking much.” You’re still sitting next to him but you’ve moved a little closer.

“I know, Mase.” You’re staring at him with slightly furrowed eyebrows and open lips and Mason has to really fight the urge to just lean forward and kiss you because your lips look so inviting and he’s missed feeling them against his own so much.

“I miss you.” He sighs. “I just miss you so much and I need you just as much so whatever you want from me, whatever it is, I don’t care...I will do it.” You nod and push yourself even closer to him so you can gently wipe away the single tear that has fallen from his eye.

“I don’t need you to have these speeches ready for me, Mase. I don’t need you to shout that you love me for everyone to hear but I need you to always talk to me. That is it. I know you love me, I’ve not doubted that.” You smile when he grabs your hand. “If you ever worry about anything, I want you to tell me. If I ever say or do anything that bothers or hurts you then you can tell me because I will understand.”

“I promise I will.” You believed him. “I will still shout that I love you for everyone to hear.”

“If you insist then I won’t stop you.” You giggle before you’re being pulled into his lap and a second later you wrap your arms around his neck and for the first time in over a month you feel true happiness. “I’ve hated sitting on this sofa alone missing you like hell.”

“You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Mason grins against your neck as he squeezes you closer even if you’re not sure how it’s possible. “You have my whole heart.” You hum. “There’s nobody who comes even close.” You rest your chin on his chest and when Mason looks down at you he almost feels himself blush because you’re looking up at him with such love and admiration he’s not sure he even deserves it.

“You’re so full of it.” You tease, pressing a small kiss against his neck. “You have my whole heart too, baby.”

“Good.” He says before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Give me a kiss now, been dying to finally feel your lips.” He mumbles and who are you to say no because you had been feeling the same. The kiss was lazy as his lips move slowly against yours and when he hummed against your lips you felt your heart skip a beat. You loved that sound. You pull away for just a second so you can look at him. Your fingers move gently over his jawline before you tilt his head just slightly so you can press your lips back against his. It almost felt like you were sharing your first kiss again. You felt giddy and your belly felt warm and when his hands cradle your face you feel your face heat up too. “I love you,” you whisper which makes Mason smile against your lips.

“You still want to go to the Maldives?”