#hey what if i randomly dropped some gifs from the fall of the house of usher in the middle of the night

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Kate Siegel and Rahul Kohli in The Fall of the House of Usher

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Can i request Hannibal with a child reader that is super geeky, really dorky. they know a lot of trivia and will randomly drop in facts that nobody asked for like:

“Hey did you know that house flys hymn in the key of F?”

"I mean this saying kinda lost its meaning because (explains) but go on."

They also got big ass glasses too because why not, let’s feed the stereotype :)

I have no idea what that means 😍

NBC Hannibal with a geeky dorky trivia knowledged child! Reader

He finds you so adorable. You reply on him alot probably.

Like whenever you get nervous or shy around someone and get so awkward and just proceeds to run and hold his legs/torso from behind him and on the outside he looks calm but on the inside he's clutching his heart and trying to stop himself from falling down onto his knees.

He loves you but wouldn't know how to feel if you told him random disturbing facts like.

"Dad?"

"Yes Y/N?" He smiles at you.

"Did you that there's a diseases which makes you unable to fall asleep ever and there's no way to cure it and not even sleeping pills would work and the only way to get rid of it is by either by ending yourself or wait for your brain and body to die from exhaustion and it's caused by extreme high levels of stress and anxiety?"

"..." He takes a moment to proceed what you just said to him.

"Um.. No.."

"Oh! And did you also know there's an infection that makes male flys want to mate every hour of the day and they do it so much to the point their schlong falls o-"

"Okay that's enough." His smile falters completely as he sighs at how and where tf did you learn this.

Also would support in whatever your hobbies are Or activities you do.

He also adores your big ass glasses, thinks they look adorable on you. May or may not sometimes compare you to the 🤓 emoji

Protective AF. Oh some people were bullying you and you told Hannibal about it? And now they're reported missing? Don't worry, it's just a coincidence! But i do wonder where father got so much beef.. Well it is beef after all.

Will buy you anything you want, be it books, clothes, new glasses.. Whatever you want you got it! How could he say no to your adorable face?

100/10 ‼️

[ronearoundblindly]

What if Ari comes to pick us up from work and a male coworker who is just being nice holds the door open and we laugh at some ridiculous joke and have 0 interest in said Co worker we have Ari but Ari being Ari ...what does he do

Well well well if it isn't ye ol' green-eyed monster fic time...

Warnings for SMUT but it's short and sweet with very vague language... 😉 MINORS DNI. *also not edited

Quick and Dirty, a Bedrock and Blueprints drabble

New guy? I think he looks like DIS:

So he's definitely cute, but hey, you're dating Ari--Ari who's known you for a decade and really should trust you by now.

After that incident of Philip's return though, Ari's been extra protective. He has this moment of seeing this guy. You're laughing, then looking very closely over his shoulder at something he's showing you on his phone, and Ari's sitting in his truck, dirty from his day's work.

This dude is pristinely dressed, well-groomed, articulate, and funny (ok, he's assuming the last two, but whatever). Ari is...super rough around the edges, so he wonders if that's something you like better. He doesn't say anything to you when you get in the truck, though, just asks if you had a good day.

"Great day actually," you beam.

Ari smiles but is a little jealous that greatness wasn't because of him

It's all pretty fine and forgotten until one day you have to stay late at work, can't take your regular bus, and instead of waiting the extra forty minutes for the later (less frequent) bus, you accept a ride home from Boyd.

That's his name. Ari grumbles it back to you when you explain. You didn't tell Ari to pick you up because who knew how long the meetings would take, so he's home and cooking dinner when you are dropped off in some very, very swanky car that Ari just barely sees drive away.

Boyd.

Ari can't help but be a grumpy old fart the rest of the evening. Randomly, mid-movie on the couch, Ari asks, "so is this Boyd married?"

You shift up to look at him, head resting in Ari's lap.

"Or gay? Maybe both?" He's trying to sound casual and failing miserably.

"I don't think so, why? Want his number," you tease.

"He's just very...clean."

"Oh yikes. Lock him up. That's a war crime in this house, I know."

"I only meant--" what the hell does Ari mean? "--he...is very clean."

"Yeah," you exaggerate, sitting up and leaning one arm all way across Ari's lap, landing beside his hip. "You said that."

His stormy blue eyes meet yours in the dim light of the TV. He's not going to ask if you think his beard is unkempt or his hair is too long or his clothes are too--oh.

Your other hand rubs up and down the seam of his sweatpants.

"So if he's clean, then you...are dirty?" Your voice stays low while Ari's head falls lax against the cushion and his breathing turns ragged. "Is that right, Levinson?"

"I...I just..." Ari sighs heavily, growing thick and hard under your strokes. He stares at the ceiling until he feels you straddle him.

You whine his name just the way he likes, and he grips at your thighs and pulls you close just the way you like.

Harsh and heated friction builds between your bodies. Silent minutes later, Ari moans your name in warning, licking his dry lips, but before he can close the distance between you, your fingers are in his hair and pull.

"How could you think that? Huh? You know I love you, don't you? Know I love you here with me."

Ari grunts, trying to nod against your hold.

"Yeah, baby. You know that?" You grind long, slow, full-length rolls across his bulge. "I love you, and I love you--" bent forward, your lips ghost his "--dirty."

Ari's torso tenses beneath you. He's keeping it together but just barely.

"Can you do that for me, Ari?"

Right into his lips, right before you capture him in a kiss, you finish him off. "Make--" grip "--me--" grind "--dirty."

Done. He's done.

Into your mouth, he moans, "fuuuuuu, hhnnnnnyy," and his arms circle your waist as you continue sweet, gentle rolls against him.

After you stop and the kisses become weak pecks here and there, your fingers still massaging his scalp, Ari finally opens his eyes.

His blown pupils and dopey smirk look good on him. He feels pretty great, too. Dirty, sure, but it's a great night. It's early yet.

A few months later, there's a stupid work party.

Ari wears the nicest clothes he has, but they're still old...like he feels.

Ari also feels like a bit of a dud next to you all dolled up and beautiful, a feeling which compounds when Boyd shows up in a perfectly tailored suit and no date.

Ari avoids the introduction for as long as possible, but eventually, your social circulation in the crowd lands him right there with Boyd's hand out expectantly.

"Mr. Levinson, so nice to meet you," Boyd starts with surprisingly genuine excitement.

"Likewise," Ari says tightly.

"You're basically a legend around here," the man continues.

What?

"Can't fix a damn thing myself, but, man, the way your girl talks about you--all that stuff you've done with y'all's house? I mean I wish I could do half of that shit." Boyd holds a hand up to his mouth. "Oh, man, sorry. You curse?"

Ari snorts, loudly and enthusiastically. "Yes, I fucking do."

He'd never thought about it that way, never considered all the stuff he could do that Boyd can't. Ari assumed that since you and Boyd share similar careers, you'd be similar to each other, but this dude is bouncy and chaotic, probably best experienced in small doses.

It's the best scenario he could ever hope for.

"Well," Ari drawls, grinning as he brings his whisky to his lips but doesn't sip, "anytime you need somethin' fixed..."

He likes Boyd. Boyd the Boy. The Boy who can't maintain his own house. The Boy who knows you're Ari's girl. The Boy who addressed him as 'Mr. Levinson.' Yes, he likes Boyd.

Suddenly, the party isn't so bad, and Ari wonders aloud if Boyd plays poker.

Later, while you lean on his shoulder on the ride home, you let out a long breath.

"Told ya so," you mumble, "my dirty, old man."

Oh okay. That's how you're playing it? Ari might just have a few more points to prove tonight...

bwahahahahahahaha

[Main Masterlist]

[selineram3421]

Camilo X Reader:

Tears X

{ IV , V , VI , VII , VIII , IX .}

Summary: Your mom asks you to pick up something from one of the shops. There's a face there that you didn't want to see and a new one you don't mind.

~

"Mi bebe, can you go to the market and get me some new knives. Your Papá messed up a few while cooking dinner yesterday.", your mother asks and walks over, giving you a note and money. "Just hand them the note, ok?"

Your mother has been the most understanding out of your parents. Your father on the other hand.. He just didn't get why you didn't speak much. Sometimes joking how your silence was too loud.

Nodding, you take them and get ready to head out. You weren't fond of going out much, unless it was to the Madrigal's, but your mother asked. When you arrived to the market area, you found the shop that sold a little bit of everything and went inside. The shop's bell rang above your head as you opened the door.

"Berto! Go up front and help out the person who came in.", an old man's voice says from the back of the shop.

"On it!", a younger voice says.

You looked around and spotted the knives behind the counter.

"Welcome! How can I help-", the teen that steps up from the back door stops, taking a look at you before frowning. "Oh, its you.", he says in a sour tone.

While thinking how that's not how the teen should greet a customer, he comes up to the counter and glares at you.

"The mute snitch. Do you know how much trouble I got into after Camilo stopped hanging out with me and my friends? Hm?", he says and leans onto the counter with his hands.

You wanted to say how dumb it was to give you such a nickname but decided that the rude guy wasn't worth your voice.

"What do you want.", he says after you didn't answer.

Handing him the note, you shift your eyes over to the set of cooking knives. The dark haired teen snatches the note out of your hands and skims over it. You hold a straight face as he rips the note in half, the pieces of paper falling to the shop's floor.

"Oops.", he says with a mock expression of apologetic. "You'll have to tell me.", the guy says with a smug grin.

You point to the knives but then he says that he doesn't know what exactly you're pointing at.

"Come on. What, cat got your tongue?", he says and laughs. "Speak."

At this point you want to sock him, but you hold yourself back. The shop's door opens and the bell rings.

"Hey Roberto, can I get some sunflower seeds? My mom wants to roast some para mañana.", the person who came in says, making the boy in front of you shift his eyes over.

"Oh, Diego! Yeah, just a sec!", Roberto says and goes running to the back to get what the person asked for.

You look over your shoulder to see who came in, finding a really handsome guy. He notices you and gives you a small wave.

The rude teen comes back and places the sack of sunflower seeds on the counter. "Here you go amigo."

"Thanks.", Diego says and turns to you. "And who are you?", he asks.

Wait what? You think, blinking in slight surprise with the look the handsome guy is giving you.

"Don't bother, they're mute.", Roberto quickly says.

"Mute or not, they're cute.", Diego counters and notices the pieces of paper on the floor. "Did you try to get them to talk?", he frowns and picks up the paper.

The teen behind the counter tries to find an excuse, but is cut off by the other guy.

"I'll be buying some cooking knives too.", the hazel eyed boy says and sends a wink to you.

After he gave you the knives, you headed home and dropped them off before rushing to Casita. The house waves its tiles at you and you wave back quickly, running over to find Mirabel.

Camilo was bored, so he was shifting into different people. He was as his cousin at the moment, randomly swishing the colorful blue skirt. Before he could shift into someone else, Y/n ran over and grabbed his arm.

"Mirabel!", they whisper shouted. "I think someone was trying to flirt with me but I'm not too sure.", they said with a confused gaze.

The shape shifter was in a slight shock.

They finally spoke to him but didn't know it, but first..

Someone was flirting with them?

~

Oop. Here we go.

~Seline, the person.

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[kxisuke]

Hello! Could I request a Kageyama fic where him and the reader are best friends and he takes them out on a walk through the cherry blossoms and they get lunch and snacks from food vendors and it ends in a confession? Thank you so much and have an amazing day!! 💖

cherry skies

pairings: kageyama tobio x gn!reader

summary: one fated festival is all it took for him to tell you he loved you.

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

a/n: my heart literally died writing this T-T he's so so adorable i actually live for soft kageyama... anyway, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it!

Sprawled on your bed, you wish your weekend could get more interesting. Both Kiyoko and Yachi are out for the weekend doing various things with their families, leaving you stuck at home with nothing to do. You consider texting one of the boys, like Daichi or Suga to see if they want to do anything, but you figure they’re doing something too. Opening your phone, you hover your finger over the call icon next to Tobio’s name, remembering how he said on Friday that he didn’t have any plans this weekend and would be doing nothing at home. You let out a groan and shut off your phone, chucking it into your pillow.

That would be weird. Randomly calling my crush to ask if he wants to do anything.

And a crush was an understatement. You had totally fallen for the raven-haired setter on the Karasuno boys volleyball team—and to make it worse, he’s your best friend. Your brother, Kinoshita, knows about your crush on Kageyama, he’s the one who’s always teasing you for falling in love in the first place.

What can I say, he’s probably just jealous because he’s such a loser. Idiot.

Feeling your phone buzz from under your pillow, you scramble forward and open it quickly, wanting in on any type of action before you go insane. Your face heats up when you see the message, and you immediately drop your phone as if it was on fire.

Tobio: Hey, y/n. The cherry blossom festival is happening today, do you want to go with me? Apparently, they have some really good food trucks there.

Is this real? God must really be on my side today.

You frantically type out a message, trying not to sound different in case he can tell how excited you are.

Y/n: Hey Tobio! I’d love to go… you know how much I love food 😋 I can meet you at the park in 10?

You literally saw him yesterday when you went out to get snacks together. Get a grip, y/n.

You groan into your hands, feeling a pang in your heart that he wants to do something like this with you. Normally, the two of you would just spend hours upon hours together at his house binging your favorite tv shows or stuffing your faces with food while practicing volleyball. But never before has he invited you to something like a festival. In your heart, it almost feels like a date. It is the most beautiful festival of the year, after all. So maybe something will happen? You glance down at your phone when another message comes through.

Tobio: Sounds good, I’ll see you in a bit 😄

Leaping out of your bed with a newfound energy, you scramble towards your closet, opening it and scanning through the disaster of clothes. You’re determined to find the perfect outfit; this is a one in a lifetime opportunity.

Definitely a step up from tv binging.

After searching for what feels like forever, you finally settle on a pair of dark jeans, white shoes, and a soft grey hoodie. Leaving your hair down, you grab your phone, wallet, and keys before bursting out of your room and running downstairs.

“Oi, idiot. Where are you going now?” Kinno looks up from where he’s sitting on the couch, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Just to the cherry blossom festival happening today.” He hums in understanding before asking the one question you hoped he wouldn’t.

“Who are you going with?” A pink tint appears on your cheeks, and you look at the floor.

“Tobio...” Your brother wolf whistles and turns back to the TV.

“Go ahead, but be back by midnight. And no funny business. Just because you’re best friends doesn’t mean you can just do whatever.” You roll your eyes at his statement, but thank him quickly before slipping into your shoes and practically running out of the house. Checking your phone, you have 3 minutes to get to the park. Seeing as you live relatively close, you should make it just on time. Turning the last corner before the park, your face immediately lights up seeing the scenery.

Beautiful cherry trees line the pathways in the park, the soft pink blossoms getting caught in the wind and gently floating through the sky. A little way into the park, there are multiple food trucks set up, the aroma of different foods and baked goods making its way to your nose. And to top it all off in a final accent of beauty—the grey stone fountain in the centre, crystal clear water gushing over the carved bricks and occasionally splashing over the edge.

“Oi, y/n. What are you just staring out into space for?” An arm drops over your shoulder, and your face heats up from the familiar voice.

“Oh, hey Tobio-chan.” You don’t know what’s gotten into you, it’s like you’re speaking to him for the first time.

“C’mon, let's go for a walk. Don’t want to miss any of this.” He grabs onto your hand with a grin and drags you towards the entrance to the park, and your brain goes into overload because he’s holding your hand.

He’s holding my hand.

“Hey, stop spacing out, I don’t want you to go home not remembering a moment of this.” You snap out of your trance and nod once with a smile, present again as Kageyama takes you off on your adventure.

~

“Ah! I’m so full!” You stretch your legs out in front of you, careful not to trip anyone from where you’re sitting on a bench. Tobio nudges your shoulder and you turn to look at him, and he’s holding out his last takoyaki in his chopsticks.

“Here. Last one.” You go to take the chopsticks from him, but he moves his hand so you miss.

“Open.” You open your mouth reluctantly and Kageyama places the octopus ball in your mouth, trying to hide his blush, and you let the deliciousness hit your tongue.

“Man, I think this is the best takoyaki I’ve ever had,” you say with a stuffed mouth. Loud popping sounds interrupt your train of thought, and your eyes immediately look to the now dark sky, where bright and colourful fireworks light up the great expanse. You leap to your feet, grasping Kageyama’s hand and leading him over to the fountain excitedly, where there’s a gap in the trees allowing you to see the sky clearly.

“Woahhh!!! It’s so pretty!” You go to drop Kageyama’s hand, but he doesn’t let go, intertwining your fingers with his. Looking over at him with confusion, a blush spreads across your cheeks when you see the content smile on his face.

“Y/n…” His eyes move away from the colourful sky to look at you. “I like you...no…” He shakes his head with a chuckle and turns to face you fully.

“I love you.” Your eyes widen in shock, and before your body can process what’s happening, you take a step forward and wrap your arms around Kageyama, pressing your lips into his. Shocked but relieved, he holds you close as fireworks erupt in the sky and in both your hearts.

“I love you too, Tobio.”

[hyeonbun]

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↠ prompt; you listen to her song after the breakup 

↠ group; blackpink

↠ pairings; rosé x female reader (main), jennie x female reader

↠ genre; angst

↠ content; a breakup with no happy ending

↠ word count; 3.2k

“Hey baby.” Chaeyoung greets you by putting her arms around your waist and giving you a back hug. “Whatcha doing?” She says in a sing-song voice while resting her head on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute she is.

“Just getting a few textbooks out of my locker.” You answer while pulling out two books that were buried in the back of your locker. Once you were done getting the stuff you needed for your homework out of your locker, you close it shut and put your bookbag back on your shoulders. It was the end of the school day and you couldn’t wait to leave this depressing place.

“Yay! Let’s go!” Chaeyoung claps excitedly and grabs your hand so that you could hold hands while walking down the halls. As you are walking you notice your best friend Jennie, who appears to be upset. She accidentally makes eye contact with you and then quickly looks away. Although you were confused, you decided to just brush it off anyways because she was probably just having a bad day.

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“So what are we going to do for this project?” You ask Chaeyoung, followed by a long sigh. Neither of you were looking forward to this project considering it is worth half of your final grade.

“I’m already stressed out. How about we take a little break first?” Chaeyoung suggests and you notice the mischievous smile on her face.

“But we haven’t even started yet.” You interject, already anticipating her next move.

“I know. We can worry about it later.” She assures you, causing you to nod in response. She grabs you by the hand with a smirk on her face and leads you over to her bed.

Chaeyoung motions you to lay down, and you follow her command. Your face starts to heat up as she straddles you and she notices how flustered you are. The look in her eyes tells you everything that’s going on in her mind. Next thing you know, her face gets closer to yours and she’s pressing her lips against your lips. You feel her smile into the kiss which subconsciously causes you to do the same.

The kiss deepens as she slips her tongue past your lips. Your hands end up tangled in her hair while one of her hands slides up the bottom of your shirt. Your tongues battle for dominance and you can feel yourself melting at her touch. In this moment, all you wanted was her. 

“Hey bestie!” Lisa enthusiastically says while barging into the room. She stops in her tracks after seeing the both of you. You and Chaeyoung look at her like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh… I think I interrupted something… I’ll leave you guys to it then.” Lisa continues as she awkwardly starts backing out of the room and closes the door behind her. 

“I forgot that she has a key to my house.” Chaeyoung mentions with a horrified look on her face. “I also probably should have told her that we were working on a project today.” You simply nod in response, still embarrassed by the whole situation.

“Maybe we should get back to working on the project now.” You comment and she nods in agreement.

…

After returning home later that night, you check your phone to see a few missed texts from Jennie.

J: We need to talk

J: Please facetime me when you get the chance

You read the texts over again and ponder the situation. You had no idea what these messages could be about. Jennie has never randomly sent you texts with a serious tone like this before. You tap on her contact and hesitate for a few seconds but ultimately decide to press the facetime button.

Jennie picks up almost immediately, looking extremely distraught. You notice she has bags under her eyes and her mascara is all smudged. She hurriedly wipes away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. You give her a sympathetic look and she takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I really don’t know how to say this.” She admits and begins fidgeting with her hands.

“I promise you can tell me anything, it’s okay.” You try to comfort her, earning a sniffle in response. You watch her attentively as she looks down at her lap before deciding to speak again.

“Well… I-I’m in love with you. I feel really guilty for doing this right now because you are in a relationship with Chaeyoung but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to let it out. I’m sorry.” She confesses and instantly ends the call, leaving you to stare at her contact in total shock. 

After all this time, you couldn’t believe that the person you’ve had a crush on for the past four years just confessed to you. It came out of nowhere. At this moment, you didn’t know how to feel. You felt everything and nothing simultaneously. Deep down, you had feelings for Jennie this whole entire time. None of this was making sense because you were almost 100% positive that she didn’t like you back. As much as you love Chaeyoung, you knew you couldn’t deny the way Jennie has made you feel all of these years. 

The more and more you thought about this situation the more it hit you. You felt sick to your stomach with anxiety. Jennie liked you all along. After all, she was always there to help you and look out for you when you needed it the most. 

Memories start resurfacing and you start feeling even more overwhelmed. There was that one time where you decided to go to a party and got blackout drunk and she made sure you were safe the entire time and even took you home. You also remember that time you had a midterm exam where you knew none of the content and she went out of her way to help you study so you would pass. A year ago when you got your heart absolutely broken by one of your exes, she consoled you and was a shoulder to cry on.

As you look back on all of your memories with Jennie, it felt like you fell in love with her all over again. After burying your feelings for her for so long, they only came back stronger. You can’t help but to feel guilty now that you know she likes you back. Your phone vibrates in your hand and you brace yourself before looking at it.

C: goodnight baby i love you sososo much ❤

Your heart drops as you read the text from your girlfriend. Why did this situation have to be so complicated? You wonder why Jennie couldn’t just confess before when you were actually single. Now you just feel extremely guilty for thinking about being with Jennie.

You: goodnight i love you too 😊

You set your phone down on the table next to your bed and let out a deep sigh. Maybe you should just go to sleep. You hope that this is some kind of messed up dream and that when you wake up none of it will have happened and you’ll feel normal again. You get ready for bed and lay down. Your anxiety keeps you up for a little bit longer than expected, but eventually you drift off into sleep. 

...

Your obnoxiously loud alarm wakes you up in the morning. As much as you want to hit snooze, you realize you have to pick Chaeyoung up and take her to school with you. Suddenly the memories of last night hit you out of nowhere. You remember what Jennie said and you just now realize that you didn’t even send her a message after. To be fair, you had no idea what to tell her. How would you tell her that you liked her back while being in a relationship with Chaeyoung? Reluctantly, you got ready for the day and grabbed your bookbag.

You: i’ll be there in 5

You watch as Chaeyoung walks out the door and happily skips towards your car. She gets in your car and cutely smiles at you. An intense feeling of guilt washes over you, but you force a smile back at her anyways. You spend most of the car ride thinking about the situation and you don’t even realize it until Chaeyoung speaks up. 

“What’s wrong?” Chaeyoung asks out of concern, noticing you’ve been silent the whole time. “It’s not like you to be this quiet.” She adds on, causing you to become increasingly nervous.

“I promise it’s nothing serious.” You lie with a hint of sadness laced in your voice.

“Are you sure?” She questions after hearing your tone. “You know you can always talk to me about anything.” She reassures you, yet it only makes you feel worse.

The truth is you are in love with Jennie and Chaeyoung has no idea. You didn’t have a plan for how you were going to resolve the situation. On one hand you’ll break Jennie’s heart, but on the other you’ll break Chaeyoung’s heart. You knew it had to be one or the other. There was no way you could talk to Chaeyoung about it because you know that will break her. 

“Yeah I’m sure.” You answer, and notice her slowly nodding in response. After what feels like forever, you both finally arrive at school. Chaeyoung holds your hand as the two of you walk through the doors and through the halls. 

While walking past, you glance over at Jennie’s locker and feel your stomach drop. You notice Jisoo hugging Jennie as she cries into the older girl’s shoulder. Jisoo was trying to console her. You know exactly why she is crying and you know that it’s all your fault. You should have sent her a message. 

“I can’t do this anymore.” You accidentally mutter out loud, causing Chaeyoung to quickly turn her head to look at you. 

“Can’t do what anymore?” She questions with furrowed eyebrows. You feel all the color drain from your face.

“This relationship. I’m sorry.” You burst out impulsively, completely shocked by your own words. You begin to panic so you immediately bolt to the nearest restroom.

Once inside, you let out a huge sigh and aggressively throw your bookbag on the floor out of anger. You couldn’t believe that you just did that, it completely slipped out of your mouth. You sit down on the bathroom floor and place your head in your hands. Your anxiety starts to take over once you realize that not only have you caused Jennie to cry so much but now you just broke Chaeyoung’s heart. Tears begin to fall from your eyes. 

The door suddenly bursts open, causing you to jump in your spot. Of course it was the last person you needed to see right now. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jennie cries out in confusion and takes a seat next to you on the floor.

“I just broke up with Chaeyoung.” You completely break down while hiding your face in your arms. 

“Oh no… why did you do that?” Jennie asks followed by some sniffles. “You didn’t have to do that. I didn’t expect any of this to happen. I feel awful now.” She rambles while sobbing. 

Instinctively, you put your arm around her and pull her closer to you. She lays her head on your shoulder and your heart flutters despite all of the heavy guilt. The both of you stay just like that for a while, crying in silence. The bell for class rings but neither of you dare to move. 

“I’m sorry for not messaging you last night.” You speak up after minutes of silence. “I saw you crying in the hallway when I came in and it hit me.”

“Honestly, I was just an anxious mess. I was crying mainly because I regretted doing that. I also felt selfish because I knew you had a girlfriend but decided to confess to you anyways. It also struck me that you didn’t like me back.” She admits her feelings with a sigh.

“Who said I didn’t like you back?” You ask, causing her to go silent for a few moments.

“Do you like me back?” She questions and moves her head from your shoulder to look at you. 

“Yes. I’ve liked you this whole time, since the day we met.” You confess while looking in her eyes.

“Is that why you broke up with Chaeyoung?” She asks for confirmation and you nod your head in response. “So what now?” She wonders, causing you to shrug your shoulders.

You make eye contact with her and notice the way she is looking at you. There is nothing but love and admiration in her eyes. Both of you get lost in each other’s eyes and in the moment. One thing leads to another and she closes her eyes and starts leaning in, so you do the same and your lips connect.  

You felt so many overwhelmingly good feelings at once. Not only was your heart pounding out of your chest but there were also butterflies in your stomach. This was absolute bliss. She eventually pulls away and looks at you with that heartwarming smile. Her contagious smile causes you to smile too. 

…

A few hours pass and you dreadfully enter the class you share with Chaeyoung. You feel so guilty and you know that seeing each other’s face would cause so much pain for the both of you. Minutes pass and the bell rings, yet Chaeyoung has still not walked through the door. For the entire duration of the class, you anxiously watch the door but she never shows up. Extreme guilt hits you again as you realize she ditched class because that is something she has never done. 

Before you know it, the school day is finally over and you somehow made it through. You walk to your locker to grab a few things although you already planned on doing nothing school-related for the rest of the day.

“What happened with Chaeyoung?” Jisoo suddenly approaches you, searching for answers.

“I could ask the same thing. She never showed up to the class I have with her.” You nervously inform her, trying to avoid the actual question at all costs. Jennie didn’t mention anything that happened between the two of you to Jisoo which is odd.

“Well earlier this morning before class started she ran out the doors crying. Everyone watched her.” Jisoo tells you, making your anxiety act up.

You start to assume the worst of this situation. Right now she’s probably somewhere crying her heart out all because of your selfishness. Earlier when she ran out crying, you were busy kissing and talking to Jennie. This realization made you feel like an awful person. However,  you were filled with so many conflicting feelings that it felt like there was no right answer. You didn’t realize you were lost in your thoughts until you noticed Jisoo looking at you expectantly.

“Who drove her home?” You ask her hesitantly, not knowing whether she knew the answer.

“I assume Lisa did. Lisa didn’t show up to any of the classes we have together but I saw her earlier this morning.” Jisoo answers and you simply nod your head in response. 

…

When you got home later on, you debated whether or not you should talk to Chaeyoung. You knew that it would probably make things worse if you did. Not only were the emotions and tension high, but you also knew that you were the last person she’d want to talk to right now. After staring at her contact picture for a few minutes, you decide against it and set your phone down. You lay on your bed and instantly get reminded of yesterday and how happy the both of you were while making out. You had no idea how you’d ever feel better about this situation or how you would get over it.

…

A month has passed since your break up with Chaeyoung and things have changed drastically. You’re currently the happiest you’ve ever been with your girlfriend, Jennie. All of the guilty feelings and emotional wounds have since healed and disappeared. Nowadays, you have no idea how Chaeyoung feels because you haven’t talked to her since the day you broke up. You eventually realized that there was no time to dwell on the past so you stopped worrying about her. 

It was currently lunchtime and you sat down at your usual spot at the lunch table in the corner. Since you were early, you watched as everyone else poured into the cafeteria. You see Jisoo sprinting over to your table and you assume she’s just eager to eat her lunch, but she has no lunch with her. 

“You need to see this right now.” Jisoo declares out of breath while shoving her phone into your hand. 

You look at the screen and realize it’s a three minute video that includes Chaeyoung and her guitar. Hesitantly, you unpause the video and you were not prepared at all for what was about to come. 

I thought that you remember

but it seems that you forgot

It’s hard for me to blame you

when you were already lost oh yeah

Your heart sinks from hearing the pain in her voice as she sings.

I gave you all of me now you don’t

Want to be involved oh yeah yeah

I really gotta face it oh yeah yeah

It was only the beginning of the song but you didn’t know how much more you could handle.

I just wanna be the one

But to you we’re already done

Tell me why’d you have to hit and run me

Now I’m all alone crying ugly

You broke my heart just for fun

Took my love and just left me numb

All the painful feelings were starting to resurface. Finally hearing her side made you realize how much you hurt her. 

Another story that’s sad and true

I can feel the pain can you

You had to be the one to let me down

To color me blue

There was no denying that the song was definitely about you.

Hate to see you with someone new

I’ll put a curse on her and you

Ain’t no looking back

Now you’re dead and gone

My love is gone too

She knew that Jennie was the reason you broke up with her.

All my love is gone

All my love is gone

All my love is gone

All my love is gone

Now you’re dead and gone

You feel more and more anxious as the song goes on.

All my love is gone

And the hate has grown

Standing all alone and

I’m searching for something

But I can’t feel nothin’

I pack my bags and go

You broke her. You are the reason she feels this way. All because of your selfishness.

This don’t feel like home

Too much darkness for a rainbow

I feel so used

How am I supposed to live without you

I refuse yeah

Although you feel guilty, you can’t help but notice those last two lines especially. You begin to wonder if she still loves you deep down. As the last few verses were sung and the song ended, you didn’t even notice the tears falling down your cheeks until Jisoo points it out. All the progress you made was destroyed. 

You broke her heart and you were just going to have to live with that fact.

[ironmandeficiency]

falcon, falcon, goose!

pairing: sam wilson / reader

word count: 3547

summary: there were reports of geese leading people to their soulmates spanning centuries, and it seemed like a cool concept, but why did it have to coincide with you coming out of your writing slump?

warnings: cursing, geese, dumbassery, implied happy au where the avengers get along, iw and endgame who?

a/n: this is an older piece i wrote a couple years ago, decided to brush it up and repost it. and the reader works for snl bc why the hell not? keep in mind that the original was written before everything went to shit w iw & endgame. posted from mobile yet again yall what is wrong w me

it was a sunny day outside, and deciding that you had been cooped up for far too long, you brought your laptop to the park a couple blocks from your studio apartment.

being a writer for saturday night live wasn't always so peachy, what with the lack of a social life outside of your co-workers and constantly explaining your job to confused relatives. you had been in a slump for the past couple weeks, the fact most of your sketch ideas not making the cut for the next episode continuing to throw you off your rhythm.

this week, you were going to change that. Your headphones were playing your concentration playlist full volume and you were hyped to the max. with your laptop on the picnic table in front of you and a warm cup of tea beside it, you were ready to blow the producers away with your next idea.

"honk! honk!"

you felt something nudge your leg, but you were too engrossed into what you were typing to care. after getting through a few more lines, it happened again.

"honk! honk! honk!"

you couldn't hear the sound but the feeling on your leg got a little bit rougher, more demanding. you moved your headphones to the side for a minute and took a moment to look around you. there was no kid running to get their ball back or any squirrels nearby that dropped a nut.

strange.

but you put your headphones back on, trying to keep your groove alive while hoping the interruptions are finished.

"HONK! HONK! HONK!" the goose honked louder, pecking at your leg harder than it had earlier.

you were getting frustrated and a little pissed. the creativity was flowing through your veins for the first time in what felt like ages and this — whatever it was — decided that today was the best day to annoy you.

you kicked your legs out with a strange flail and when you came into contact with something large and solid you nearly screamed.

"ow! motherf- oh my god!"

standing on the ground beside your table was a goose. it honked yet again with impatience (geese could do that?) and nipped lightly at your thigh closest to it. looking to the pond nearby, it was nearly an entire gaggle of the damned things.

so here was this goose honking at you and nipping at you like you were supposed to know what the hell it wanted from you.

"i don't have any bread, dumbass. go find someone else to bother." thinking it would leave if you ignored it, you turned away and continued your work.

"HONK! HONK!" it continued to honk and decided to peck you before flapping its wings, landing itself on the table next to your computer.

"get outta here, ya damn goose!" while you were trying to shop it away, it expertly evaded you. "go! shoo! leave me alone!"

it just stayed over on the bench, expertly dodging your attempts to get it to leave.

a few people nearby had heard your altercation with the infernal bird. one of them was an older gentleman that laughed as he sat across from you, the mirth in his eyes glinting as you give him a sarcastic side eye while trying to deal with the current issue.

"that bird won't leave you alone, you know." At his voice, the goose calmed down and waddled a few feet away from your arm's reach.

that was the first time the thing had been seemingly calm since he showed up at your little table.

"what do you mean he won't leave me alone?"

he pauses, part of him enjoying the irritation in your tone. he remembers someone talking to him like he was to you many years ago, and it made his heart smile at the idea of repaying the favor. "have you ever read about soulmate geese?"

"hey we're gonna go for a run, wanna join?" steve’s offer was given with a smirk. ever since reuniting with bucky, the two supersoldiers found so much humor in doing laps around sam every time they went out jogging.

it annoyed the shit out of him, the "on your left" comments from steve and the newer "on your right" jabs from bucky, but it also pushed Sam to work harder during his runs. ultimately he knew his non-enhanced body didn't stand much of a chance beating them, but he enjoyed when he was able to close the gap between their times just a little bit.

"sure, just gimme a few to eat breakfast and I'll join you guys." the blond nodded and turned back to the elevator, having woken up far earlier than sam and therefore already ate.

he hummed otis redding as he laid the bacon flat into the pan, shoulders moving along with his created rhythm while changing the grounds in the coffee filter. this was how he spent most of his mornings, barring the occasional hangovers and missions where he couldn't afford the distraction.

he ate, got dressed, and told FRIDAY to let bucky and steve know he was ready to go. h had his water bottle in hand, giving his body a pep talk in preparation for the run. they met in the common room and soon, the trio was off.

"on your left!"

"on your right!"

"oh, come on!"

he knew it was gonna happen, but for some reason it felt like it happened sooner than normal. either they were trying really hard to mess with him today, or he was off his game. but regardless, he pushed his body harder than he probably should have because when there was something obstructing his path, he didn't pause. no, he charged it straight on through and fell hard.

steve and bucky had seen this from a distance and immediately rushed to get to their friend.

sam rolled onto his back, exhausted and now in terrible pain from the fall. he closed his eyes and just let it all sink in. when he opened his eyes at the sudden foul smell flooding his nostrils, he could feel the palpitations, thinking he was about to have a heart attack.

"holy shit!" sam sat up like a rocket despite the way his body was throbbing from the fall.

the goose stared at him curiously and turned its head toward the pounding footsteps from the approaching brooklynites.

"sam! What happened?" steve was concerned, inspecting sam while bucky noticed the bird. The brunet bent down to meet the goose eye-level and was somewhat surprised that it didn't run away at the close proximity.

"did you trip the dumbass? was it your fault sam landed on his face? Huh, little guy?"

"honk! honk!"

"i thought so. good job, man." bucky pats the animal on the head gently before turning to help steve get sam off the ground.

"nothing’s broken but there's probably a sprain, can't really be sure until we get to cho." sam and bucky lift their friend from the pavement and they have no problem supporting his weight.

they began the walk back to the tower in silence. well, almost silence. there was a faint pitter-patter of tiny, webbed feet behind them that sam and bucky weren't paying attention to.

steve noticed the goose slowly waddling behind the trio and looked at sam with a smile. sam responded to steve’s happy face with a glare, not enjoying any of the situation he found himself in.

"look behind us, guys."

both men took turns looking behind them and see the goose waddling behind them patiently. sam wasn't particularly happy about the culprit from moments before trailing behind him, but bucky thought it was hilarious.

"do you know what this means?"

sam rolled his eyes because he thought the blond was about to make some sort of poetic comment about one thing for another.

bucky had paused to think about the implications of a random goose for a moment before gasping. "dude," bucky nudged sam softly, being conscious of his friend's injuries. "you’re gonna meet your soulmate, man!"

"a soulmate goose. man come on, are you out of your mind?"

"steve got his goose back during the war, i think we know enough about it."

sam had only heard vague reports of soulmate geese throughout his life, but now that he thought about it, it did make sense. the goose showed up randomly in the middle of his routine, completely throwing him off, and was now refusing to leave him alone.

"well if this is my soulmate goose, then somebody’s gotta tell tony about our newest avenger." they laughed at the implication, viciously eager to witness tony’s reaction to the newest resident of avengers hq.

it has been three days of dealing with your goose, and you were now teased at work as “bird brain”, walking into your office to see several loaves of bread covering the desk. your goose, that you had named piper once you got home, was excited at the prospect of more food, but you planned on donating most of the bread to local shelters, only keeping a couple loaves for the house.

the guest host that week was mick jagger, and he had emerged into the room “i dream of jeanie” style, startling both you and piper, who honked at him in irritation.

it was time for you to work on the song for your little sketch with him, and you had only two more days before performance night (it was thursday) to finish writing it. after settling down and getting into the right mindset, the writing process had begun.

"alright let's see," mick murmured. "let’s all go to the picnic, let's all have a drink. what rhymes with 'drink'?"

you thought for a moment and said quietly, "think?"

you weren't prepared for the absurd response you received from the man, his accent making him round mean as he barked out a loud "NO!" with an unnecessary hand gesture.

piper just about lost it. she was honking and flapping around your office in a tizzy (but staying away from mick because the man was seen as a stranger she wasn't comfortable with).

you racked your brain for another solution, something else to rhyme with 'drink' and you eventually found it: "sink?"

mick thought about it for a moment before replying with a much lighter "yes!" also paired with unwarranted pointing.

‘motherfucker, is this how you write songs?!'

thursday and friday came and went, and soon it was time for your piece to be performed by mick. du to an accidental ankle twist someone else suffered, you were forced to perform a skit live for the first time in your career. it would have been great, but there was one teensy problem: piper blatantly refused to leave your side when it was time to perform, and she would honk and bite anyone that tried to keep her from you onstage.

even poor bobby, who she had grown fond of, was taking the brunt of it. she was not allowing you to be more than a couple feet away from her, and it was almost endearing if you weren't being broadcast on national television.

apparently, piper would also be making her debut appearance on saturday night live tonight as well.

saturday had arrived, and it was sam’s day of rest. he spent the day doing the bare minimum, eating junk food and watching almost everything on netflix he could find.

he didn't stray too far from tradition, not really. it was just that now he had a goose accompanying him the entire time, honking at this and that and eating occasional pieces of popcorn that sam didn't want to share.

he didn't mind his feathered companion, he was actually quite fond of his goose at this point. whitewing (not to be confused with redwing) was the most calm goose any of them had seen, no biting or nipping and especially no honking at ungodly hours of the night.

steve was perplexed. "Are you sure whitewing hasn't done anything bad? no waking you up at night or bites when you don't feed him soon enough?"

sam would chuckle and shake his head, proud to have such a calm goose. "why are you so keen to see him misbehave? aren’t all soulmate geese like this?"

"for lack of a better word, most geese are assholes. i don't know how whitewing is so well behaved," steve balked at the very idea of all geese being so mellow and decided it was story time.

steve’s goose from the century before was the most rambunctious animal anyone had ever seen. he recounted the first and several occasions following where his soulmate goose, jimmy, fended off the blond man's alleyway attackers.

sam was extremely grateful that whitewing had less feral and goose-like tendencies. whitewing was extremely well behaved and had an almost human way about him, the way he honked in reply to sam or the rest of the team when they talked to him.

it was late in the evening when clint decided to plop down onto the couch and flick the channel to nbc, where tonight's host was mick jagger.

"why are we watching this?" sam was enjoying his sitcoms before the other bird man had showed up.

"i haven't watched it in ages, plus mick jagger is on tonight."

"alright, whatever you want."

the intro played like usual, and whitewing was perfectly complacent. they laughed in the right places with the occasional honking from the bird, and everything was great.

"hey man, look!" clint interrupted, keeping sam from being able to hear the punchline. "i think that's a goose!"

"why is there a goose? The skit has nothing to with-"

sam and clint seemed to come to the same realization at the same time as whitewing, the goose beginning to honk incessantly. he was going absolutely berserk, flapping his wings and hopping off of sam’s lap and onto the coffee table, occasionally pecking at the tv where he saw the other goose.

he was going absolutely bonkers.

"whitewing! whitewing, no! calm down!" sam scrambled to calm down his goose, but he was having none of it. the whole entire skit, whitewing was honking and flapping and being a general nuisance.

he found his soulmate.

whitewing kept at it until the screen went to a commercial, his soulmate off of the screen.

"y’know," clint spoke around a slice of pizza. when did he get pizza? "if you hurry, you could go to the studio and meet your soulmate. the show is about halfway over."

before sam could think over the proposition, tony’s voice was heard from the corridor. "somebody shut that damned bird up before I pay ramsay to cook it!"

"i’m taking care of it!"

with that, sam heads to the armory with whitewing on his tail to get his wings. once he's equipped, sam heads to the window and jumps, immediately setting his course for studio 8h and his soulmate.

you’re released to go back to your office once you finish the skit alongside mick and piper, the show almost over. you’re gathering your things lazily, knowing that you have no other responsibilities for the night.

just as you lock your office and piper is waddling beside you without a care in the world, you see kyle running towards you with a look of fear in his eyes. that fear seems to only triple when his eyes land on piper beside you.

"kyle! what’s-"

"there’s another goose on the set! no one is safe!"

wait, was he bleeding?!

you were going to try and help your friend but one look at piper sent him off the rails, the lanky man nearly falling on his ass in an attempt to skid the corner. you hoped that someone would help calm your panicked friend, seeing as you were literally the worst person for the job at the moment.

without further incident, you are able to say goodbye to cecily and mikey before you're stopped in your tracks by michael, who gives piper a funny look.

"wait, so the goose that attacked kyle wasn't piper?" You shake your head in confusion. "dude, your soulmate must have come to the set!"

piper must have either understood what your co-worker had said or she could sense a change in the studio, but she began to honk erratically and run away from you. the last thing new york needed was two feral geese running around attacking people, so you did what anyone would do and ran after her.

"piper! piper, come back!" michael laughed as you chased after your goose. while you were running, you nearly died when you heard a honk that you knew wasn't from your piper. hers were carved into your brain, and you were positive that you could pick hers out of an entire gaggle of geese, so there was indeed a second goose in the studio.

to your dismay, piper did not stop and wait, she just kept on honking and flapping and scaring people in pursuit of the other goose, poor old you having to chase her.

there was another voice you assumed was yelling at his goose since you didn't know of anyone naming their kid whitewing. your eyes were not looking straight ahead when you suddenly bumped into someone, immediately stumbling a bit before regaining your balance.

piper had stopped her honking and that scared you. did someone hurt her? was she-

her and another goose were making muted honks to each other. they sounded like affectionate honks, which is one of the weirdest sentences you ever constructed in your head. but it was true! they were cuddling close to each other and making really quiet honking noises at each other, and if that wasn’t affectionate then you didn’t know what would be.

so if piper found her soulmate, that means yours was-

"i hope comin' to your job was okay. whitewing wasn't gonna give up until I left, so here we are." your eyes were dragged from the touching scene of piper and her special goose to a pair of dark brown irises that radiated warmth and a promise of happy days.

you were absolutely dumbstruck. your mouth was unable to form coherent words, so you decided to take in the appearance of your soulmate. he was wearing a soft grey tee and sweatpants, and socks without shoes. did he realize how unsanitary the streets of new york were?

but upon further investigation, you realize that he probably didn't walk to the studio. on his back was what you would normally call a jetpack, but when you recognize the face your mind completes the puzzle: your soulmate is sam wilson, otherwise known as the falcon. holy shit.

"uh yeah of course, i guess you flew here? no sane person in new york would walk around barefoot in the street." did you really just say that?!

sam nodded and then remembered that he was in his pajamas in front of his soulmate without any shoes. "yeah, he wasn't gonna stop attacking the tv once he saw uh…"

you realized he was asking for your goose’s name, and so you hastily gave it to him.

"yeah, once he saw piper, he went wild. caused more chaos in five minutes than he did in five days!"

you laugh, the nervousness falling away as you recount the story of you first meeting with piper.

people are staring at the pajama-clad avenger and his soulmate, their geese finally satisfied. after all, it wasn't every day so many people were able to watch soulmate geese (and their people) meet for the first time.

sam gently took your hand, his thumb smoothing the skin on the back of it, just listening to you talk. you asked him a question about whitewing and he was in the middle of telling you when he cut himself off. "i just realized i don't even know your name!"

in most scenarios you’d be slightly put off by this, but you didn't have an issue because of the specific circumstances. if he weren't an avenger you wouldn't have known his either, and plus, no one really pays attention to the little rat writers. you give him your name and smile when he introduces himself, his voice even helping show off the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

with impeccable goose timing, piper and whitewing honk at you to hurry your introductions and leave the studio.

"do you want to fly back to your place , or can I drive you?" it was a risk to ask him such a question, but you were genuinely concerned. you hoped he wouldn't think you were trying to jump his bones only minutes after meeting him so you used (terrible) humor to show your intentions. "you shouldn't fly so late at night without headlights, no matter how high up you get."

sam’s laughter was infectious and soon you joined him, your geese about to get more irritated with their humans.

"yeah, I'd like that. lead the way, soulmate." piper and whitewing honk as the two of you head to the lobby hand in hand, the birds waddling behind you just as happy as soulmate geese could be.

[chaoticallysapphic]

the great trial part one

summary: This was meant to be the easy part. The part filled with brightness and love. The war was over and you had the love of your life all to yourself. No more Baatar, no more secrecy and no more lies. But with the calm comes the realization as all the adrenaline finally leaves you. Now you know, this is the hard part.

a/n: So remember when I said I wouldn’t post anything until the sequel was done? Well it turns out I need validation to thrive and would love peoples feedback on the series so I’ve decided that I am going to slowly release what I currently have while trying to finally finish what’s left. Thank you to @medeliadracon​ for beta reading this and @ladyxffandoms​ for being such a big help! This wouldn’t nearly be as good without the two of you. 

This is the sequel to the great divide series.

word count: 4k

That first month in your new apartment is probably the worst. You guys were able to find a small one on the bottom floor of a complex. It had a small side garden with a lemon tree and vines growing up the side of the building and your dad was already talking to about all the flowers you could plant together. 

Suyin put you on house arrest as well which caused an uproar with not only Kuvira, who offered to take your year for herself, but also your parents. You would be stuck inside for a year whilst she would have to stick it out for three. Kuvira hated how you were paying for her actions, she didn’t see how wrong it was for you to turn a blind eye for three years. No one knew the pressure she put you under.

Your parents offered to pay the bills. They were comfortable enough with your mom's Lieutenant salary and with your father's popular flower shop. They even bought you guys furniture and upon your request paint to personalize your first home. 

Somehow once that front door shuts, leaving you both inside with furniture randomly stacked around in the living for the both of you to organize along with paint cans and boxes of your belongings, the room feels like the air has been sucked out of it. You’ve dreamed of this day for years and it isn’t going at all how you planned. 

She doesn’t get what the big deal is, she’s just happy she’s not stuck in a prison cell. That frustrated look on your face is new and with a sharp reply at some snappy comment you made, she realizes she doesn’t like it.

Kuvira gets pissed that the couch is too heavy, the paint isn’t the right shade, and even though she claims she doesn’t care it’s what you’ve dreamt, and dammit you deserve for it to come true. A plate cracks, silverware is dropped, the bookcase is too small for all your childhood books and one of you (Kuvira) already managed to scuff up the floors. 

This, the after, is meant to be the easy part. There aren't any more battles or secrets, train rides, or negotiations. It’s the two of you in your first apartment and this day is supposed to be a happy one. This is meant to be a peaceful and happy day with stolen kisses as you lazily unpack. You’re meant to be starting over and it’s not supposed to be so difficult.

The sun has gone down and the lights dimly illuminate your disaster of a living space. Nothing has been accomplished. You grip the roots of your hair as the paint issue is once more brought up “why does it matter? It’s a decent color!” 

“Because it’s not what I envisioned!” 

“Well, we can’t always get what we want! What, are we going to have your parents return it?” Spirits! She doesn’t get it, your vision of the future was sacred, something you held tight for all those years. It has to be at least slightly like you imagined it, and this isn’t right. 

To Kuvira, your behavior is starting to remind her of a spoiled child upset about not getting the last piece of candy.

“You don’t get it! It matters to me, we’re gonna be living here for the next three years. I think we should at least like what we put on the walls!” You storm away, slamming the bedroom shut behind you. There aren’t many places to hide here, all the main living space is combined along with a very small bathroom, one wall is completely windows that show the small garden and by the kitchen is the door to the bedroom. 

Kuvira stands frozen in the living room, slightly flinching as the door slams shut. She understands that there will be a rocky adjustment period. She admitted that day in the tent that she needs to work on the way she treats you. 

But she didn’t expect it to go south so fast. While you have your version of how today is meant to go, so does she. Kuvira hoped today would go along smoothly, she didn’t care about the furniture or walls, she simply wanted to peacefully start off your new life together on a good note.

You aggressively rub at your eyes as you feel tears of frustration well up before sitting down on the edge of your bed. That’s at least one thing that seems to be working out, all the beds you shared in the past were rather small (besides the one in the Beifong estate) so it was a relief to see them carry in a queen-sized bed for both of you. You lay down over the covers and sighed. Tomorrow will be better, you tell yourself. 

You don’t mean to fall asleep, you just planned to lay there and stew in your emotions a bit before getting up and trying to talk it out. So when you awake with a start, your hand immediately goes to search for that familiar body. You choke out a sob as you find the other side empty. Momentarily forgetting where you are, you begin to cry as you wrap your arms around yourself. The words “what did I do?” leave your lips. 

You bring a hand to try and stifle the sound as your lungs squeeze out all the air it can. The room feels so small and the darkness of the night so terrifying. 

There’s the sound of shuffling from the other side of the door before someone opens it up, Kuvira looks at you, her hair a curly mess from sleep. She squints, still half asleep before hearing you let out a whimper. She walks over, crawling onto the bed until she’s in front of you, her hands come up to move your wrists as you continue to try and muffle the sound. “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” 

Your eyes shoot up to hers and you throw yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You weren’t here,” you cry. Kuvira’s eyebrows shoot up at your words before wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you closer to try and offer you some kind of comfort. “I thought…” you sniffle, “I thought we were back on the train.” 

Oh

Suddenly Kuvira feels anger flame within herself but it’s not directed at you but her because she’s the reason you're crying. “I was just sleeping on the couch, no one else is here.” Baatar isn’t here. You grip her shirt for reassurance, the fear within you stays and it makes your joints ache with anxiety as you remember all those nights alone. “I thought you wanted to be alone.” 

This side of you is brand new to her and so heartbreaking. She can feel the pounding of your heart and a part of her is worried it’ll break out of your chest. She’s done this to you, she’s made it so you're sobbing so hard you can barely breathe. As you shake in her arms, she realizes this can’t be avoided tomorrow.

You shake your head, not being able to say anything as you continue to cry. She moves her arms, an act that has you holding her tighter, and moves them to your hips so she can scoot you over so that the both of you can sleep. You seem to understand as your grip loosens just a smidgen as she slowly lays down and, due to your clinging, you follow.

Once on your sides, you wrap yourself around her, needing her to be as close as possible, and tuck your face into her neck. It’s not all that comfortable but it helps slow your heart rate down a bit. 

In the morning you seem to not want to talk about your episode, you act as if nothing happened. She always tried to ignore the way you looked after those nights on the train, honestly, she was too busy trying to scrub away the events of the night before to have noticed how truly upset you looked. 

But now in the light of day as your unpacking more dishes she notices the bags under your eyes and the unusual quiet in your demeanor. Your movements are stiff as you place the baking dishes into a bottom cabinet. 

It’s like you're a shell of yourself, like last night that bright, loving person was poured out of you along with your tears. It terrifies her to see how quickly it can all shift.

“Y/n?” You look up, quirking a brow. “Can we talk about last night?” 

You tense up a bit, brushing your hands over your sweatpants. “What about it?” 

“About…” Kuvira furrows her brows in confusion, “Y/n I thought you were hurt when I woke up.” You bite your lip, fiddling with the ties of your pants. You don't talk about this, never in the past three years have you talked about things like this with her. It always upset her when you tried to talk about how her actions hurt you. 

“Well I wasn't, just startled is all. Can you pass me that box?” 

“You were shaking,” Kuvira places her hand on the box to keep it in place when she sees you walk over to grab it yourself. “Is that… Is that what happened every time I…?” She can’t seem to bring herself to say it, so you do. 

“Every time you cheated on me?” You place your hands on your hips and sigh. “Just drop it Kuvira.” You rip the box out from under her grasp and walk away. Bile rises in your throat as those pesky images you’d dream up every time she was gone appear in your mind. 

You set the box down harder than you mean to and the sound of something breaking has you cursing under your breath. Bolin isn’t here to spar with, to help calm you down with uppercuts and swift kicks to the shins. 

Kuvira is stunned, left standing at the other side of the kitchen counter as she tries to make sense of her raging thoughts. Cheated. You're not wrong, but hearing you say it hurts. She never called it that, knowing if she did she’d have to admit what she was doing was wrong. And she could never be wrong, at least not then. 

So she called it punishments because then she could justify what she was doing. It’s not like she liked doing it because she didn’t but it seemed to be the best way to control you at the time. It won’t matter if she says that though, she knows it’s wrong and if anything it’ll make this situation worse. 

“I-I’m sorry,” she says softly, saying it makes her internally cringe, but she does mean it. You let out a huff, ignoring her as you open up the box. All the adrenaline of trying to save the day has left you, honestly, it left you around the time they slapped that stupid tracker onto your ankle but the lack of sleep and her trying to confront something you’d rather stay buried is getting to you. 

When you go to pick up the broken dish the sharp edge cuts across your hand, you hiss out in pain and jerk your hand towards your chest, it’s not a deep cut but it still hurts like a bitch. Blood begins to seep out and the sight of that sickening deep red liquid coating your palm has Kuvira panicking. 

Suddenly she’s back in the trunk with her heart in your hands as she watched you bleed out. Her hands feel warm and coated in the thickness of your blood once more. Her heart begins to race, deep in the back of her mind she knows it’s just a small cut but it’s only been a few weeks since you were so close to death.

Ignoring the fight at hand she rushes over to gently cradle your hand and pull it close, you yank your hand out of her grasp, her eyes shoot up to look at you with pinched brows. “I need to clean it, just let me clean it.” Her voice shakes as she desperately tries to take your hand back.

“I can’t…” This furious look settles on your features as you glare into her eyes before storming away towards the bathroom. She turns to follow you, her heart is pounding at the memories pouring out from the box she’s tried to shove them in. “I can’t look at you right now!” 

The slam of the door effectively ends any chance of her chasing after you. 

A couple of weeks goes by, the walls have now been painted the green you wanted and your dad brought over a second bookcase, then helped move the couch with Kuvira. He stops by often with baked goods and a fresh bouquet to replace the last. After that first day of moving in your mother doesn’t stop by though, he says she’ll come around, that she just needs time. 

But Kuvira sees the crestfallen look that takes over your features every time you open the door, and she’s not there. It’s a Friday night, and he’s come over to help cook.

Things have been tense between you and Kuvira, you can’t seem to look her in the eyes. She’s tried multiple times to get you to look at her, but each time you keep your gaze trained on something behind her or her forehead. 

What she doesn’t know is every time you do accidentally look at her, betrayal seeps through you as you remember all those nights alone. You don’t want to be filled with anger and hurt every time you look at her, but you don’t know what to do. Saying that word out loud, cheated, has opened a door you kept locked tight, spirits you had built a wall in front of it after that first time. 

But now it’s blown off the hinges and fills you up, threatening to spill at any moment. You're sure your dad notices, but he thankfully doesn’t comment. He’s commandeered Kuvira to fill the dumplings, saying “these are her favorite, anytime she got sick or upset I’d make these for her and everything would be okay again.” 

You ignore him as he tries to converse with Kuvira, her replies are short and awkward as she doesn’t know how to conduct herself around him yet. Opening up a bottle of wine for yourself you try to work on the broth for the soup, desperately trying to tune her out. You love your father so much and you're happy to be near him again, but you wish he’d just go home.

Meanwhile, Kuvira is loving his company, not only does it force you to be civil, but she gets a chance to get on his good side. She knows how much your parents mean to you and whilst it will probably take a village to get your mother to like her again, she thinks she has a shot with your dad. 

“And then! Oh, I think she was five when she realized what her mark meant, it was so adorable she-” Your dad laughs, suddenly you're filled with embarrassment as he continues. “She asked if they would be pretty.” 

You know he has good intentions but spirits now is not the time to bring up stupid soulmates. Does he not feel the tension between the two of you? You know that if he does, it’s probably slipped his mind that it’s not over something small. Your parents never had to worry about what to do if the other cheats on you multiple times whilst watching you suffer.

You fill up a glass for yourself, pouring it past the socially acceptable amount, and take a big sip before filling up two glasses for them. Part of you wants to be petty and not fill one up for her but your dad will point it out if you do. That bitter voice in your head reminds you of how Kuvira once shamed you for drinking. Fuck that.

“Between you and me I think she thinks you're pretty so five-year-old her would be very happy.” Kuvira coughs, letting out a chuckle as she shakes her head, not that you see since your back is turned. “I don’t know about that,” is her modest reply. 

To hear stories about your childhood feels like a perfectly wrapped present to Kuvira. It makes her feel close to you despite your current circumstances and to hear about how obsessed you were with soulmates makes her want to wrap you up and shower you with love.

But the problem with this story is it makes Kuvira think about all the shitty things she did to you. To hear about all the excitement and joy you showed over one day meeting her has made her feel ashamed of the person you got stuck with. Do you wish someone else was her? Have you ever thought about the what-ifs?

You hear your dad let out a chuckle and say “No, don’t be so negative.” If she replies you don’t hear it, soon after the topic is dropped as they focus back on the task at hand. Your grip on the wooden spoon is so tight you wonder if you can snap it in half. It hurts your fingers and that slight pain offers some kind of relief.

“So you pinch it like thi-” 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, leaving the broth to boil as you hastily walk over to the bathroom and lock the door behind you. Kuvira watches you go with a frown, everyday it seems you have to lock yourself away from her. Like her presence is just so unbearable that you’d rather hide in a bathroom and miss out on time with your dad.

You catch the sight of yourself in the mirror and glare back at the unrecognizable person staring back at you. Your face is flushed from embarrassment and there’s this hint of rage lingering in your gaze that wasn’t always there. 

You’ve never been this kind of angry person before, you were raised around flowers and cupcakes, books filled with great adventures and laughter echoing through your home. People who’d go to the moon and back for you. 

Your mom could get a bit angry at times and when she did she’d go take it out on one of those training dummies at her work. There was hardly ever any yelling in your home and never once did you sense animosity between your parents growing up. This new environment was stress-inducing and it made you want to throw all the glass plates against the wall.

You bring your hands up to your cheeks and sigh. When you were younger you were badly bullied at school for being so quiet, if anything the teasing words and tugs on your hair just made you cave inward on yourself instead of lashing out. 

You’d cry into your parent's arms as you asked them why no one wanted to be friends with you and your father helped you find solace in the solitary kind of activities to help bring you happiness.

When you signed up for the dance troupe that was a big step for you, which sounds ridiculous since you were nineteen, but that was something that required being around others and communicating with them. Both of your parents were thrilled at you finally branching out and had taken you to a celebratory dinner after your first practice. 

They were your best friends, you looked up to them and admired the love they still evidently held for one another, soulmates or not love seemed to dwindle over the years for most couples. And now you're here, in your bathroom of the apartment you share with your soulmate which should fill you with joy but instead you're on the verge of tears as you try to push down that burning flame within. 

If your dad ever cheated on your mom she’d slap him across the face and leave. If your mom cheated on your dad he’d cry so hard, but he’d leave as well. They always told you things like that were unacceptable when you’d tell them about all the school drama (not that you were ever involved in it) and now here you are. Feeling ashamed of all those years when she walked all over you, you wonder what would your parents think? You pull at the roots of your hair, no longer able to stomach the sight of yourself. 

You hate all of this and you can’t look her in the eyes but if given the chance you know you won’t leave, and it’s not because of that soulmate bullshit. It’s because of those quiet moments spent in each other's arms when it seemed like the world ceased to exist, where you’d giggle as she’d rub her nose against yours. Where you felt safe and seen and loved. 

You want those moments back, you want to not hate the sight of her but it seems anytime you so much as hear her voice you're on edge. You’re shaking due to the wave of anger and sadness that washes over you as you seem to get trapped in your thoughts. 

It’s happening more and more, you zone out most days and seem to think of every little bad thing she’s done. It feels like molten hot lava is poured over you every time it happens. The knock on the door makes you jump up in shock, so lost in your thoughts you tuned the rest of the world out. 

“The dumplings are ready,” you hear your dad say. You look up in the mirror and internally groan, you’ve made a mess of your hair and your eyes are bloodshot from crying. 

“Uhm,” you clear your throat “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay, we’ll be setting up the table.” You nod, not realizing he can’t see you as you try to fix your appearance which is a task in itself. 

The dinner is awkward, it consists of spoons gently tapping against glass bowls and your father desperately trying to fill in the silence, he eyes you the whole time, probably expecting a smile to appear because dumplings fix everything, except this time they don’t. She feels bad for your dad, he really is trying to make you happy. Should she tell him it’s no use? That the only thing that will make you happy is probably her disappearance?

Anytime she looks your way you take a sip of your wine, you have to refill it thrice and it seems to drag on for hours despite the alcohol in your system. Kuvira does try to chime in as she tries to get on your father's good side but you are only able to let out nods of acknowledgment or forced chuckles at little anecdotes. 

He leaves after helping you clean the dishes, much to Kuvira’s chagrin. With him around, he was a nice buffer for the two of you, a pleasant way to fill the uncomfortable silence that filled your home. 

You’ve just finished wiping down the counters when she tries. “Y/n…” 

“No.” You immediately reply, heading to your shared room to get in bed before her, like you always do. 

A day later your mom finally shows up. She knows this is a private moment and to be honest she fears your mother's wrath. The way she glared at her when she opened the door had her wanting to hide away. She had said something about needing to talk to you, how the dumplings didn’t work which had Kuvira severely confused. But she didn’t question it.

So she lets your mom make tea while she tried to coax you out of the room. By the time you finally leave Kuvira sees that your mother is in the garden, patiently waiting. When you walk out of your bedroom you find her in the garden, sitting at the little iron table they got for you.

You watch Kuvira lock herself in your bedroom as you sit down across from your mom. There're two teacups filled with piping hot jasmine tea and a plate of cookies your father probably baked. 

Neither of you speaks the first few moments, you both spend the time sipping from your cups and watching the bustling of the streets, it must be lunchtime. 

“Why haven’t you stopped by?” 

Your mom sighs as she sets the teacup down, “honestly I just… I have a hard time with all of this. With her and with your arrest.” 

“Well, I did stand by while a bunch of horrible things happened mom. I understand why she arrested me,” you pick up one of the sugar cookies and bite into it. That all too familiar anger is bubbling within you once more. 

“Yes, but as a Lieutenant of the guard it’s made people deem me unworthy of my job.” You tense at her words, you didn’t know people were giving her grief about your actions. It’s not like she encouraged you to leave. “And… I am just having a hard time getting used to her and everything she’s done.” 

“She knows what she did was wrong, she was being cornered in Ba Sing S-” 

“I don’t mean what she did to the earth kingdom, I mean what she did to you.” Looking down at the dark amber color of your tea, you slump your shoulders as you think of her words. 

“I mean I’ll support whatever you decide but it’s hard for me to look at her knowing she kept you a secret, so she could keep up some charade with that Junior-” you tuck your hands under your lap at his name, trying to keep from clenching them, “and I’ve seen photos of him holding her and even kissing her, none of it is right.” 

Biting your lip to keep from crying you look away from her, at the streets that have since calmed down a bit. You focus on a child holding his mother's hand as he kicks up water at the fountain. He’s laughing, his grin so wide it takes up the majority of his features. He looks so happy and carefree. You want that kind of life, wishing you could trade his with yours.

“It was only kissing, right?” When you don’t immediately reply, she continues “y/n what happened in those three years?” 

“I…” you snap your mouth shut as you suddenly feel like you're about to cry. You can’t look at her, you’ll know she’ll be disappointed in you. “It was a couple of times to placate him, he’d been getting suspicious due to her lack of affection.” 

And I’d angered her in some way, it was usually that.

You don’t say that though, deciding to keep it to yourself. You hear the sound of glass breaking and whip your head around to see the handle of your mother's teacup broken into tiny pieces, the cup slips from her hand and falls onto the table, causing it to shatter. Hot tea splatters onto the table and seeps through the holes within it, some liquid gets on your shirt and you jump back in surprise. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry honey,” she says, going to grab one of the napkins to wipe up the excess tea. Her voice shakes with rage and you can see her jaw clenching so tight it looks like it’s about to snap. While she cleans no one talks, what do you even say? So instead you busy yourself by picking up a cookie and snapping it in half, when she leaves you’ll pick up the glass shards off the ground. 

“You know…” Your mother clenches the wet cloth in her hand, trying to control her tone. “You know that’s wrong, right?” 

“Yes, I do but what am I meant to do?” She opens her mouth to reply but stops herself when she sees the telltale sign of you being on the verge of tears. “I can’t look at her without imagining it but fuck mom I still love her.” 

It’s silent for a few beats, you can see the cogs turning in her mind. You don’t know if you want to know what’s going through her head, probably disappointment at your unwillingness to leave Kuvira. She sighs and gently sets the dirty napkin onto the table, her eyes lowered to stare at a shard that has half a panda lily painted on it, the other half had broken off during the fall. The incompleteness of it is sort of beautiful. 

“If you want to stay with her, you both need to seek professional help because this relationship is unhealthy and can’t continue this way.” She runs her hands through her hair, smoothing it back as she stares at you, “I can have a friend of mine come over to talk with the both of you, she specializes in things like this.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes but it’s not something that’ll be fixed right away. From the sounds of it, it’ll take years before the two of you can get to a healthy place.” Your shoulders slump at that, why is nothing easy anymore? Why can’t it go back to cinnamon-scented afternoons while helping your dad at his shop where the most difficult task at hand was tying a perfect bow. 

“I’ll do it.”

[malfoysmaybank]

drivers license - stanley barber

a/n: i was having some writers block on my requests and i’ve been sobbing to this song on repeat, so here’s a fic for my bebs stanley barber. i also changed one lyric from “blonde girl” to “one girl” because it fit the plot more!

warnings: angst, you might cry (i did while writing this lols), parent absence, fluff at the end because i couldn’t break my heart with this one, but some straight angst is coming soon!!!!

word count: 1.7k+

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You had been best friends with Stanley Barber since you were young, maybe 10. You had stood up for him when some kids were pushing him around because of his outfit. 

“Hey! Get off of him!” You said, yelling at the trio of 5th grade boys pushing another boy to the ground. “Or what, Y/N? You’ll tattle? We aren’t scared of a girl.” The leader of the pack said. You clenched your jaw and punched him straight in the nose. You weren’t going to let a man talk to you like that. The leader started crying and ran off, his sidekicks following after him. You walked over to the boy on the ground and helped him up. “T-Thanks for that.” He said as he got back up. “No problem. I’m Y/N, by the way. Y/N Y/L/N.” You extended your hand for a handshake. He took it. “Stanley. Stanley Barber.”

You’ve been close ever since. You ate lunch with him that day and  bonded over silly things like tv shows and favorite colors. In middle school, he helped you develop your style and you bonded over new things like favorite bands and books. You had his back and he had yours. He truly was your best friend.

However, you started seeing Stanley in a new light in eighth grade. He had gotten taller, his face a little more structured. He also learned how to play guitar that year. He wrote a song about you, of all things. Nobody had ever done something like that for you before. You started noticing the little things he did for you. He would randomly bring a bag of your favorite candy to lunch if he saw you were having a bad day. He taught you how to play piano because he thought it sounded nice with your voice. You fell in love with Stanley Barber. Fuck. Of course you’d NEVER tell him. You couldn’t fuck up the only good thing in your life right now. So that meant silently suffering whenever he had a crush on someone.

That’s the issue, you couldn’t be happy for him when he was with someone else. You spent countless days crying alone in your room after he’d go on for hours about his newest crush. This continued for a straight 3 years. His newest crush was Sydney Novak. You thought this one would blow over, just like his past few, but it didn’t. In fact, this one was the strongest crush he’s ever had. He’d been ditching you to hang out with her. He wasn’t even there to see you get your drivers license, something he’d been so encouraging about. He basically taught you how to drive because he knew how much it meant to you. He didn’t even know you had passed your test, never once asking. But in the sparse moments when he didn’t blow off plans, he’d constantly be talking about her. One of those sparse moments being tonight.

You were currently in his room/basement and he was going on one of his Sydney rants. “She’s so cool, Y/N. I mean, I’ve never met someone who I’ve clicked with more.” Um ouch, but whatever. “I don’t know, she’s just different. Like, in a good way though.” Three deep breaths, Y/N. 3… “We even hooked up the other night.” 2… “I think I’m in love with her.” 1. “Look Stanley, not to be rude, but do you EVER shut up about her?!” You spat. He looked over at you in shock. “I can’t do this tonight… I’m leaving.” You grab your ‘save the earth’ backpack and start jogging up the stairs to leave. 

He follows as you open the door to his garage. “Woah, woah, woah, Y/N. What’s up?” Stan calls from behind you. You grab your skateboard and lift up the garage door. It’s pouring outside, but you don’t care. You go to leave but feel a hand on your wrist stop you. “You’re not going out in weather like that, just come inside and we can talk.” He says gently, still slightly confused. “About what, Sydney again? Don’t you get it Stanley?!” You snap in his face. His eyebrows furrow and you let out a sarcastic laugh, tears building in your eyes. “Of course you don’t. You’ve been so wrapped up in Sydney that you forgot who I was! I’m so done, Stan. I can’t sit here and pretend that I don’t care anymore. Don’t bother hanging out with me anymore.” You snap and rip your wrist away from Stanley’s grip. 

You drop your board and get on, pushing as fast as you can. He calls after you but you block him out. When you’re a far distance away from him and his house, you just sit down on the side of the road and cry. Hurt that he’ll never be yours. Angry that he doesn’t care about you anymore. Frustrated because you tried to be the glue that held your friendship together, but even glue can’t fix the titanic.

You didn’t go to school for the next week. Your parents wouldn’t care, they weren’t even here. Still on some ‘business trip’ just like every week. Instead, you did something that calms you. Wrote music about how you were feeling. You played piano basically all week. Singing anything and everything you were feeling. It made you feel worse sometimes, but in the end it felt worth it.

Stan pulled into your driveway in his dad’s piece of shit car. He needed to work this out with you, he hadn’t seen you all week and he was worried. He missed his best friend. As he quietly closed the car door, he heard the piano playing. He didn’t recognize the song, he was curious. He didn’t even bother knocking, knowing you would slam the door in his face if you knew it was him. He quietly shut the front door and he heard your voice. It got louder as he walked closer to your bedroom door. He’d always loved your voice, it put him to sleep some nights. He could see you slightly, the door left ajar. He listened in.

“I got my drivers license last week,

Just like we always talked about.

'Cause you were so excited for me

To finally drive up to your house.

But today I drove through the suburbs,

Crying 'cause you weren't around”

You sang flawlessly, not a single note out of tune. There was so much emotion behind your voice. So much hurt, anger, frustration. He continued listening, trying to find out who caused you so much hurt. He’d bash their face in, that’s for sure.

“And you're probably with that one girl

Who always made me doubt.

She's so much older than me,

She's everything I'm insecure about”

With that first line, it hit him. He’d caused this hurt. The anger, the frustration, that was him. He was so angry with himself that he almost missed the next line… almost.

“Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs,

'Cause how could I ever love someone else?”

You… you loved him? He’d spent so much time on Sydney that he hadn’t even realized what was in front of him all these years. Except he had.

“And I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one.

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.”

God damn it! He could’ve confessed sooner, instead of ignoring his feelings. And for what? A mindless hookup with Sydney?! He could’ve had you this whole time, but he fucked up.

“....Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me.”

You said that line softly. No anger, or frustration, or even confusion behind that line. Just hurt. He saw a single tear fall down your cheek as you stopped singing. There was more to that song, you just couldn’t continue. He’d be sure to ask you to sing the rest of it later, but right now he needed to fix this. You stood up from the piano bench and he burst through the door. “Stanley, what are you doi-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he wrapped his arms around you and brought your head to his chest. “I meant every word of that damn song. Every word. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” Tears flowed down your face as you tightly hugged him back and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I love you. And I’ll be better for you. I should’ve treated you with the respect and love you deserve. I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Please give me a second chance, please.” He cried. “I love you too, Stan.” You started. “But I don’t know.” He squeezed you tighter (but still as gentle as possible, he didn’t want to hurt you), with more tears flowing out of his eyes. “Please, Y/N. I’ll be better. If I give you anything less than the love and attention you deserve, you have my full permission to punch me square in the face and kick me to the curb.” You both giggled, still crying. 

He let go of you to hold your face in his hands. “Please?” He begged. “...Okay, fine. But we need to go over how you’re going to do better in the future and what we can do to help each other communicate better and stuff.” You said. He picked you up and spun you around, making you squeal. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Y/N!! I promise I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” You laughed as he set you down and leant down to whisper in your ear. “Want to hear a secret?” He said, sending shivers down your spine. “I never liked Sydney.” He laughed as you hit his chest. “You dick!” You exclaimed, shocked. He swiftly pulled you in by the waist, your faces inches apart as your hands rested on his chest. “You love me, though.” He whispered. “That I do.” You said and finally closed the gap. Damn, you could kiss this boy forever. Alas, the moment is cut short because unfortunately, humans need oxygen to survive. “I love you too.” He says and smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead. “Could you sing the rest of that song for me? I love your voice but that songwriting was INCREDIBLE.” He says and you nod.

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Randomly thinking about the AHIAR couple 😍 I hope Steve’s taking better care of her and the twins 🥰

Hey, thank you for writing. 🙏🙏🙏 Well, an interesting thing happened during quarantine...

Warnings: Mentions of Covid-19, pregnancy hormones and all the frustrations that go with them, sexy talk, masturbation, voyeurism.

Words: 2.7k

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It started in the middle of March. The 16th.

Despite Steve’s efforts to keep you in a happy bubble where you anticipated your upcoming wedding, the birth of your twins, you did keep informed on current events. Covid-19 was most of what you saw in the news and it worried you. It wasn’t just you. You had family, friends out there.

It started out as something that was affecting people somewhere else, in another country, on other continents. Then it was here in the US. But it was a hoax. Until it wasn’t.

Steve had been sent off Friday with Tony, Nick Fury, Natasha, and Rhodey for some diplomatic function centered around NATO that couldn’t be put off. That it was important enough for both Steve and Nat to go was telling. You knew from Bette that Nat tried everything to get out of it. Bette stayed with Delilah and you talked to her each day, comparing notes on your pregnancy.

What would you do without Bette?

He’d never admit to it, but you knew that Steve didn’t want to go right now. He didn’t want to leave you ever. But he’d been very unhappy to have to leave with worries about the deadly virus escalating and in your “delicate condition” as he called it.

Still, you found it interesting when he left that he didn’t give you a War and Peace list of what you could and couldn’t do while he was gone. Normally, you were told what could wait until he got back like meeting Claire for lunch. Steve would call your mother and arrange for her to come to your house instead of the other way around for a visit. He’d make grocery lists, so you didn’t need to go to the store.

Maybe, Steve was letting up on how overprotective he could be. Impressive considering you were carrying the twins.

Oh, no. You had it wrong.

You decided a trip to the library that clear Monday morning might lift your spirits. It was chilly so you were wrapped up in your heavy gray coat, you’d pulled on your boots. You’d locked the door behind you and made it down the front stairs.

You were halfway down the walk when the Iron Legion droid dropped heavily in front of you with a loud clang. You screamed in fright – he’d come out of nowhere – and collapsed onto the sidewalk.

“Miss, please go back into your home,” the droid said in a pleasant enough voice. It was armored like War Machine and took a step closer. “A stay-at-home order is pending in New York’s legislature and will be in effect shortly to prevent the spread of the Covid-19 infection. Please return to the safety of your home.”

Your hand was on your chest. You were panting. Having an enormous armored droid fall out of the sky and scare you shitless? You could have lived your entire life without that.

 ***

 After that, you’d gone back into the house and made yourself some tea to calm down. You’d watched the news. Okay, yeah. Things appeared to be getting worse. Within the next few days, stay-at-home orders were being issued. One would go into effect Sunday night at 8 PM.

Wow.

Bruce Banner contacted you by video chat will you were making yourself some dinner later that day. After chit-chatting, Bruce finally got around to the reason he got in touch with you.

“You’re aware that we have a stay-at-home order coming into effect this weekend?” he asked his dark eyes kind.

You nodded.

“When Steve gets a chance, he’s going to be in touch and he’s a little freaked out about everything,” Bruce explained patiently. “Tony’s agreed to have some modifications made to your place and Nat’s to keep all of you safe, okay? Just giving you a head’s up.”

Steve? Freaked out? No shit.

“I wish someone would have given me the heads up on the Iron Legion dude that scared the shit out of me for going to the library,” you told him.

When he didn’t know what you meant, you told him the story. It was funny now but at the time…

Then you had a thought. “Wait, can Steve get exposed to this while he’s out?”

Bruce shook his head. “Steve and Bucky can’t catch or carry viruses like that with their metabolism. Steve will be fine. We just need to make sure he doesn’t bring it in the house to you. Hence the modifications.”

You nodded. That made sense.

“You feeling okay?” Bruce asked before ending the chat.

“I’m fine,” you told him. Even the morning sickness was backing off.

You did talk to Steve on the phone after dinner and he did apologize to you. For everything. For the Iron Legion droid. For not being there. For the work crew coming to do whatever they were going to do. For not being there again.

You assured him you were fine. You were. You loved him.

 ***

 When Bruce said the work crew was coming to make modifications, you had no idea that would be at just before eleven that night. The AI let you know that they’d arrived, advising you of who was in charge with an image of the man. Friday also advised you that the credentials of each man had been reviewed by Tony Stark himself.

Well, that was fucking great. But you’d been asleep and you had a hard time getting back to sleep once awake.

Throwing on a robe, you wandered out until you found the man in charge and talked to him for a moment. He apologized for the time and for their presence, but he explained that it was urgent the modifications be made to keep you safe. He explained what to request to make from Friday to cancel the noise and bid you goodnight.

Despite all the assurances of your safety with the crew from Stark Industries there, and the noise-canceling, you couldn’t sleep with strange people in your house. You read until you eventually fell asleep. Somewhere around 4? 5 AM?

 ***

 The “modifications” made to your house? Yeah…

There were disinfectant tunnels at any entrance to the outside combined with health scanners that instructed anyone entering or leaving the house of proper procedure. It took your temperature, disinfected you. You were honestly surprised that Haz-Mat suits weren’t involved.

A special vestibule had been added for you. You were reminded three times a day to go to the vestibule to take your temperature, have your blood pressure assessed, and to do a full-body scan. It seemed a little excessive but okay, for the babies, you played along.

It would have been nice to know what was going on beforehand.

Steve was grateful you played along. He told you when he called that night that he was sorry for all the extra steps, but he needed to know the three of you were safe. That he cared so much melted your heart.

That day.

Four days later, however, when you decided that you just wanted to walk around in your yard and stretch your legs, you learned the hard way that the AI wasn’t allowing you out of the house. For any reason.

What was this about?

You couldn’t reach Bruce. You knew you had to wait to hear from Steve. Friday said only that her protocols didn’t allow you to physically leave the house for any reason that didn’t involve a life-endangering emergency for you or the babies.

You weren’t happy. Sure, being “locked down” wasn’t exactly new to you but still… You needed fresh air, sunlight. It wasn’t exactly warm enough to open the windows. What were you supposed to do? You bitched at the AI at some length.

Then felt horribly guilty about it, knowing it was recorded and could be accessed at any time. Tony would get a good laugh.

The AI woke you up from your nap later, announcing that another work crew.

Are you fucking kidding me?

By that night, one of your downstairs guest bedrooms had been converted into a whole-ass sunroom dressed up to look like an Aruban hotel room. The Ai gave you a virtual tour, explaining the ceiling of the room was a low-key, high-tech tanning bed type of thing so you could get the Vitamin C you whined to Friday that you needed.

Fuck my life.

 ***

 The breaking point came with the holographic images.

You knew Natasha hadn’t been trying to scare the shit out of you. She was your friend and you appreciated her checking on you.

That being said, when she appeared to you in your kitchen, looking just as she always did just slightly diaphanous, you screamed and dropped your coffee cup. Fortunately, you hadn’t yet poured coffee into it and you missed your feet.

Not so fortunately, you’d peed a little.

It had been a nice visit. Nat had explained that since you wouldn’t be able to see each other in person as often, the holograms would be like the real thing. Okay, you agreed with that. But then you told her how everything had gone since Monday and she understood, she really did.

You’d reached the end of your proverbial rope.

You prepared a nice relaxing bath for yourself that night, trying to ease all the tension away. But trying was the operative word. A holographic visit was incoming. It was then you thought that you’d ask Friday to have you approve any incoming holographic visits from this point on.

With no warning, Steve appeared in the bathroom to you just as you had gotten yourself settled in your tub, your slightly bigger breasts revealed just above the ton of bubbles you’d added to your bath.

You did enjoy the way he stood there, hands on hips, and just stared at you. He looked vexed, that look on his face with his jaw locked.  But it melted away pretty fast as his gaze roamed over you in the tub. 

Oh, he hadn’t been expecting that.

Steve dropped his head, his entire demeanor something like defeat.

“Steve?” you asked, concerned. “Is there something wrong?”

Glancing back up, he grinned. “How much time do you have?”

You laughed, grabbing your scrunchy from the side of the tub and pulling your hair up and out of the way with it. You stretched up, giving him a good view of your bared upper body and he was looking. You liked the way his tongue swiped at his lower lip, the heated expression taking over his handsome face.

“I have all the time in the world,” you told him sweetly. “I can’t even go out into my own yard it seems… so nothing but time.”

Steve watched you closely as you grabbed your loofa next and began to scrub away the worries of the day. You moved slowly, deciding to put on a show for him.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart,” Steve told you. “With this virus, we just couldn’t take any chances with you or the babies.”

You nodded, hummed. “I understand,” you told him with resignation, washing your arms and neck. “And I appreciate your looking out for us. I really do.”

Steve blew out an exhale, the tension in his body only grew as you watched.

“When will you be home?” you asked innocently, carefully running the loofa over each of your breasts, the tips hard little points displayed in the shiny bubbles. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Steve’s gaze was riveted to the path of your loofa, only pushing up your confidence and need to torture him.

He swore under his breath.

“I’m actually here at the compound,” Steve explained bitterly. “Bruce assures me that he doesn’t think I can be infected because of the serum.  But since not a lot is known about its communicability, he’s putting Nat and myself in quarantine for fourteen days before we can come home to you.”

Oh, you had to fight to keep the smile off your face at that news. It made complete sense to you, truly it did.

And it provided you with a priceless opportunity for a little payback for the last several days.

“Two weeks?” You pouted. “You’ve already been gone a week, Steve.”

“I’m sorry.” He really was. “But at least now I can see you every day.”

Seeing is all you can do, Steve.

“I guess it’s better than nothing,” you whined. “Wish you were here.” You did your best to reach your back, but you made it work. “I could really use your help.”

Scrubbing his hand down his face, over his beard, Steve looked very unhappy right now.

“The rest of the assignment went well?” You asked, working on your legs next.

Steve nodded, watching you closely.  “It went just fine… How have you been? Have you been sleeping? Eating well? How are you feeling?”

You shook your head as you ran the loofa up over your knee, up your inner thigh. You kept your movements slow, wanting him to have a good view.

“With Friday, can’t you just look up the reports? I have to go into a booth they installed three times a day to get scanned and have my temperature taken.” It was your turn to sound bitter.

“I’m so sorry.” Steve meant it, watching intently as you moved the loofa beneath the water. The bubbles kept him from seeing exactly what you were doing.

You let a small moan slip past your lips as you caressed your lower lips with it.

“You know, Sweetheart, if I didn’t know better,” Steve said slowly, “I’d think you were trying to get me riled up here.”

Your smile – you hoped – was sweet. “Now why would I do that?”

Steve’s holograph moved closed to the tub, shaking his head. “Show me the loofa,” he ordered.

Was he really using his Captain’s voice on you?

Sighing in reluctance because it had felt good on your aching flesh, you lifted the loofa out of the water.

“Put it on the side of the tub, please,” Steve instructed.

What was this?

“Were you using it between your thighs?” he asked frankly.

You nodded. “I’m taking a bath, Steve.”

“But that wasn’t all you were doing, was it?” he wanted to know.

Even in the holograph, you could see the outline of his length hard in his jeans.

With a pout, you shook your head.

Again, Steve swore under his breath.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Steve’s smile pure sin. “When I get out of quarantine, when I get my hands on you…”

You slid your hand down over the swell of your baby bump to your center. Using your fingers, you started teasing your clit, your lips falling open as you touched yourself just the way you liked. It didn’t feel nearly as good as his fingers would, but having him watch and unable to reach you?

Priceless.

“You’ll what?” you challenged him in a harsh whisper, teasing yourself. “You said it yourself… Mmm… I’m in a delicate condition. It’s not like you can… really punish me.”

His grin widened. “Can’t I? There are so many things I can do to you when I get my hands on you.”

Sliding two fingers into your aching channel, a moan pulled from your throat. And oh, it was so satisfying to see his hand slide down to that magnificent erection. You loved that he wanted you but couldn’t get you.

At the same time, you were aching. You really needed him.

“Like what?”

Steve glanced back over his shoulder. Someone must have been walking in. Steve waved a hand and disappeared, ending the session.

Fuck.

You stayed there in the warm soapy water, pretending your fingers were his until you brought yourself off with a long, loud wail that echoed in the bathroom. It wasn’t as satisfying as it would have been at his hands, but it was relief. It was something.

Finishing your bath, you’d pulled on pajamas, headed for your bedroom, thinking about a movie you wanted to watch. You saw the light on your phone flashing.

It was a text from Steve.

 SR: I’ll start a new session at 9 PM.

 That was twenty minutes from now.

 SR: Be on our bed and naked. You’re going to finish what you started.

 And just like that, your core tightened in desire. You didn’t know what he had in mind but you couldn’t wait to find out. 

 SR: I love you.

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[youralternantpersonality]

Mating Season

Seth x reader: Mating Season

WARNING: Smut, male aggression (kind of), and a whole new Seth. 

***

Monday, August 12th, 2019

It was the first day of school and Y/n was at the library during lunch (as always) catching up on some homework while sneaking some chips occasionally. Seth, Embry, Quil, and Jake were passing through when Seth noticed his long-time crush. Even before his shift, Seth always daydreamed about the quiet and shy girl. They had a few classes together, but he could never get the courage to talk to her. Now that he has shifted, He craved her more than before.

“Yo! Seth! You okay their little guy?” Embry laughed, waving his hand in front of his face.

“What? Yeah, I’m good.” He says, slapping his brothers’ hand away.

“Look over their guys. Hey Seth, why don’t you go talk to your girl.” Quil nudges him towards the library door.

“Shut up Quil,” Seth pushed back and started walking away. Jake and Embry shared a look and grabbed Seth towards the library.

“Let me go! What the fuck is wrong with you guys!” Seth says, trying to not start something with his brothers, while also not causing a scene. Too late.

“What the-?” Y/n looked up from her English homework to see Embry, Seth, Jake, and Quil playing tug-of-war with each other. Y/n shrugged her shoulders and goes back to work as the boys run off elsewhere.

Friday, September 20th, 2019

Seth sat directly behind Y/n and could do nothing but attempt his way to be closer to her as possible. He had finally gotten the courage to talk to her a couple of days after the library incident; in the midst of it, to everyone’s relief, he imprinted on her. Since then, he has calmly entered her into the pack world. She took it well. She was shocked and hesitant at first, but she accepted what it was.

When he told her about the imprinting, she was happy. Seth has never seen Y/n big e/c eyes light up and smile as if she was seeing the sun for the first time. She was ecstatic by it because she had feelings for Seth since she first saw him in gym class a few years back. He was smaller, lanky, and had baby-like features. Now, he was buffer and broader, taller, with child-like features. Even as a giant, he wasn’t intimidating. Seth was the definition of a teddy bear or more like a cub. Man, on the outside, a child on the inside.

Wednesday, November 13th, 2019

It had been a little over two months of Y/n and Seth being together. Emotions grew stronger and hormones became wilder. It didn’t help Seth when Paul would think obscure things. It also didn’t help that Seth would think of those things while being with Y/n. She knew something was up and decided to confront him about it.

“Seth, are you ok? You seem…on edge lately.” Y/n said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he says abruptly moving away from her hand. “I have to go,” Seth said walking past Y/n and towards the front door. He is stopped by an arm grabbing his.

“Did I do something wrong? You’ve been avoiding me…” Y/n said with tears in her eyes. Seth turned to his imprint and regretted everything he did to her. He grabs her, pulling them close, and kiss them as hard as he could. Allowing to let Y/n feel why Seth has been acting the way he has. She hesitates and looks up at him.

“That’s why I have been distant. I don’t want to force you into doing anything you don’t want to do. I love and care about you too much.” Seth says with emotions in his eyes. Y/n smiles looking down. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, looks up at him, and she allows him in. When he looks at her, he sees it. He sees a mutual feeling. Love, passion, and lust. Without a word, they embrace one another for a wild night to remember.

Friday, January 3rd, 2020

“Alright! Let’s move, move, move!” Sam screamed. The pack has been running drills all day. Anger and tension started to build between the guys. During this time, Leah had to be dismissed for her safety (Sue and Billy’s demand) but did drills later when it would just be her, Jake (maybe), and Seth. Sam and Paul were stricter on everyone, we fought more, and became irrationally aggressive at times. All for one small reason.

It was mating season. A time where, if the option was available, we’d all go to our corners of La Push and stay with our imprints and fulfill the moment (while using protection of course). Thus, the reason for Leah not being here. For wolves in general, guys become aggressive as the women go into heat. It’s not like anything would come of anything if Leah was there. It would just be better if she wasn’t.

Seth had warned Y/n of this time of year. It happens randomly from January to March. No warning when it does happen. This year just so happened to be at the start of January. A great way to start a new year.

Seth ran to Y/n house after practicing drills in the cold rain. He climbed up the side of her house and in through her window and sought her out. He growled at the sight of her. She had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in a towel with her h/t (hair type) wrapped in a towel. She jumped at the sound he made and tried to catch her breath.

“Jesus Seth! You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here? I thought you said Sam was going to have you guys run drills until later tonight?” She asked, oblivious to his stance and demeanor. When he said nothing, she walked up to him slowly, then stopped. The moment she looked into his eyes; she knew that she wasn’t going to leave this room for the rest of the afternoon (when her parents come back from work).

“Fuck.” She drops her towel, and without a second thought, Seth grabs her by the waist, pulling her closer to him, grabbing her face, and pulling her into a deep needing kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and just gave into him. Seth was always gentle, calm, and sweet when they had sex. She knew that this wouldn’t be one of those times. She was about to see, feel, taste, and experience a whole different side of her boyfriend.

“Mine.” He growled in Y/n ear as he picked her up and pushed her against the wall. He pushed his member to her center and grind slowly as moisture starts to pool in between her legs.

“Yes, fuck, Seth. Yours…” She wrapped her legs harder around him breathing hard against his neck. He undid his pants and pulled his boxers down, kicking them somewhere in the room. He kisses her roughly and begins to play with her clit. She moans against his mouth, throwing her head back at the much-needed pressure where she needed it the most. Seth bends down and starts leaving marks all along her neck, shoulder, and breast before sliding her up against the wall, throwing her legs over his shoulder and eats her out.

“Oh, dear god, Seth! Fuck baby, right there…” Y/n grabbed onto his hair with one hand and balanced the other one against the ceiling, so she doesn’t fall.

“Mine. All mine!” He growled against her pussy, causing a violet vibration that traveled through her body. Incoherent words falling from her mouth as he worked her until she couldn’t go any longer. When she finished, and he got his fill, he slid her down, wrapping her legs around his waist, and thrust into her without warning.

“Fuck...” both said in unison. He waited with his eyes closed, forehead pressed against hers, easing his breath. She thought for a moment, just for a moment, that he was going to go back to their other way of sex. Until his eyes shot open and stared back into hers. Never, has she ever, seen this animalistic side of Seth.

“Fuck.” He went for it. Deep hard and fast thrusts entered her as soon as she braced herself against him. She squeezed her legs around his waist at the surprise impact.

“No! Mine!” Seth lifted her legs to his forearm, pressing her against the wall while his hands supported her back. She could look down and see him entering and exiting her. Making her wetter and wetter as she watched. Her head flew back against the wall, trying to grab onto anything she could reach as he took her in the most pleasurable way.

“More, Seth. Please…d-don’t stop Daddy.” Seth stopped shortly, rose his head up slowly at her, and gave her a grin.

“Say it again.” He growled.

“Daddy…” He thrust into her hard.

“Again”

“Daddy.” Another thrust.

“Again”

“Daddy…” She whined this time. It was enough for him because he went back to fucking her. Only this time, he held eye contact with her, watching her facial expressions. His pace became uneven and she knew he was about to finish.

“Cum in my mouth daddy.” I breathed in his ear. A few more pumps afterward, he slips himself out, I slide to my knees and begin taking him in my hands and pumping him.

“Ah, Fuck Y/n!” He grabs a wad of my hair and shoves my mouth on him. He releases inside of my mouth and I sucked him off as he continued to cum. His hips thrusting towards me, only making me suck and pump harder.

“Shit, baby, no. Fuck Y/n.” He slips himself out of my mouth and looks down at me. I spit the leftover in my mouth in my trash can next to me and look back up at him. He gives me a grin, reaches for me to pull me up, and kisses me softly.

“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to hurt or scare you.” He said quietly with a grin on his face.

“No complaints from me, sir.” I smiled. And the second I said sir, his eyes became dark again and I knew I was going to have to brace myself for the rest of the evening. If little words like sir are going to get to him. I can only imagine what else might.

[outr-banks]

All In || Fic

(Rafe Cameron x Reader)

requested: yes

a/n: anon, you have been served ! we need a little light hearted rafe fic, given that his character on obx is... well you know. also look at my gif !! he looks so cute i just want to cup his face with my hands and kiss him. i’d do anything to make drew smile :’)

In which babysitting during the summer didn’t totally suck. Especially, for the pining older brother.

warning: none, just fluff!

song inspired: chicken by your neighbors

(recommend listening while reading)

masterlist

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Summer jobs, truly the worst. Maybe if you were a lifeguard or taught surf lessons to kids it would be a lot more tolerable. But you’re stuck babysitting for a wealthy kook family. It’s not as dreadful as you thought. Wheezie, the youngest of the Cameron family, is probably the most authentic one of them all. As a pogue, you grew up with a natural detest against the kooks, but she wasn’t too bad.

“Could you just let me in?” Your arms fold over one another impatiently waiting to start another day of work.

It’s been two months since you started looking after Wheezie, which means it’s been two months and every five out seven days a week you’ve been inside the Cameron’s residence. Each and every single time Rafe, her older brother, makes your time there a little bit more complicated.

“Are you going to say hi first?” He leans on the doorframe and watches you with a smug look on his face.

“Oh, so you’re one of those boys? Figured.” Your voice remains montonous and his face drops while you push right past him.

“Sup y/n.” Wheezie raises a hand for a high five.

“Sup twerp.” You high five her back.

“What are the plans for today? Are we orchestrating one of the best pranks to exist? I suggest Rafe shall be our victim.” You face Rafe and mock the same smug look he gave you seconds ago.

“Deal.” Wheezie whispers in your ear and returns with a fist bump.

Sure, there’s a natural instinct to hate the kooks, especially kooks like Rafe, but you can’t deny he’s kind of grown on you. There’s been awkward moments between you and him, and sometimes you’ll go home thinking about those same ones. The thought of possibly, dare you even say it, like him, freaks you out.

The majority of the time you spend at the Cameron’s mansion is the living room. And it is to your despair that everyone can just relax there. Rafe casually uses his time doing meaningless things just to spy on you and Wheezie. For what it is, you should be getting paid for two children.

You didn’t understand why Rafe couldn’t simply take care of his younger sister, considering he spends most his days inside the house. You can’t help wondering that it’s odd for a kook to spend their summer indoors. Let alone, indoors with a pogue.

“Hey, Z! Want to take a stroll down by the water?” You shout from the living room.

Whenever Wheezie is in her room you don’t dare to disturb her or even knock, but Ward, her dad, insists you have to take her outside to catch some rays. It’s nice to have Wheezie, or Z as you like to call her, to spend summer evenings with.

“Where we going?” Rafe pops up randomly and takes a seat next to you on the sofa couch.

You’re surprised on how close he is, and a little embarrassed that his shoulder rubbing against yours, excites you. His eyes stare at you and you can’t help but fall under it’s spell.

“I don’t remember asking you.” You manage to break the stare by rolling your eyes. The feeling of his presence near you causes your heart to flutter, and you hate it.

“Uh- what are you two dweebs doing?” Wheezie says from behind the couch. You jump to your feet startled. It feels as if you’ve been exposed.

“I-I was just telling Rafe if he would like to join us on our walk.” Your voice goes up a few octaves.

You look at Rafe and he grins at your defeat.

“Well, okay then. Just don’t be all you know, flirty.” Wheezie shakes her head in disgust and walks away.

You mentally slap yourself at your weakness under Rafe’s deceitful, good looks.

It’s a bit chilly out. The sun and it’s warmth says its goodbye as sunset begins. The outer bank winds blow through the air. Your eyes close at the peaceful sound of waves crashing.

“It’s nice right?” A quite annoying voice hums. You almost forgot Rafe was trailing behind quietly.

Your eyes squint in disturbance and your expressions fall flat, “it was.”

Wheezie had run up ahead collecting shells across the wet sand minding her own buisness, as should her brother.

“I don’t get it, why do you hate me so much?” Rafe walks alongside you and becomes silent for an answer.

“Hmm let’s see Rafe, I’m a pogue and you’re a kook. You bother my friends and now you’re bothering me too.” Out of frustration, you walk away from him.

Pulling your sweater tighter against your body for warmth as the cold and frigid air gushes through you, Rafe rushes to meet you.

“I-I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Rafe tries to speak to you, but you walk faster.

His hand grabs your arm to stop you from taking anymore steps.

An eyebrow lifts, “what?” Your arms cross while you look at Rafe who’s experiencing a difficulty mustering up any words.

“Spill it Cameron.” Your eyebrows pull in together and you sigh.

“You’re going to hate me for this.” Rafe unexpectedly grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours.

At first you don’t move, you can’t even comprehend the action, nor the feeling. But you give in, and absorb him. His tongue asks for permission to enter your mouth, and you allow it. A fiery feeling erupts in your stomach and you simply can’t ignore that in fact, you’re all in.

Rafe pulls away, leaving you wanting more of his taste and out of breath. Your lips are a bit sore and you lightly graze them with your hand, feeling his impulsive action. His eyes meet with yours and you can’t look away. You try to come up with words, but for the first time you’re left speechless.

“I-I’ve been trying to tell you that I like you, y/n. And if i’m being honest, I don’t know how I fell for you but I did. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, or tests me, I even found myself wanting to most my days at home just to see you.” His eyes won’t leave from yours. He tucks a strand of your hair that keeps blowing from the wind behind your ear. His words are music to your ears, and all you can do is smile.

“I knew this was going to happen, should’ve told Dad to have grandma babysit me.” Wheezie complains, interrupting the moment.

“I-I uh, Wheezie! Rafe was just trying help get sand out of my eye.” Nerves trace behind your voice and you step away to put distance between you and Rafe.

“Sure.” Z rolls her eyes and runs off to play with the sand.

You can’t process what just happened and it’s frustrating that you still haven’t found the words to say to the boy you’ve developed feelings for. Your footsteps make a decision for you, as they begin to move away from him.

“I want to ask you out!” Rafe shouts from behind you. He jumps in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Rafe I-I don’t know what you want me to say!” You raise your voice accidentally with a small cry.

“I want you to say yes!” His arms extend outward in desperation.

“I don’t want to lose my job. I need it Rafe.” You can’t risk losing the only good paying job out there.

“I understand, but you don’t work on weekends.” His eyes wander all around trying to catch yours.

“Please, y/n we can just try. You don’t have to say you’re all in, give me a chance. Give us a chance.” Your arms fall to your sides and tilt your head in defeat.

The idea of kook and pogue macking seriously wasn’t it, but you and Rafe macking, that does. You can’t deny what’s going on and it’d be foolish of you if you did.

“Rafe, I like you!” You exclaim. It’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you can finally admit your forbidden feelings.

Rafe closes the distance and his lips fall into yours once again, this time slowly but all at once. He gently pulls you in closer to him, so close you can feel his heart pounding against your chest. His aroma entices you and it’s truly such a splendid experience.

His lips detach from yours, “are you free this Saturday?”

A grin creeps behind your lips, “I happen to be off of work.” Rafe rolls his eyes with a smile before placing another gentle kiss on your lips. This is something you definitely can get used to doing.

You weren’t sure what the both of you had in store for the future, but you knew you’re all in.

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𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓

in which two childhood best friends find comfort in each other after getting their hearts broken.

pairing; topper thornton x reader

requested; yes

warnings; none that i can think of

Topper Thornton has always been your best friend. That was a known fact. You guys met in kindergarten, really got to know each other in first grade, and your friendship just blossomed over the years. That all changed, however, when he began hanging out with Rafe Cameron.

It had happened so suddenly. You guys had just graduated eighth grade, and had promised to do everything together during the summer. But that all changed in the blink of an eye. Topper had been growing more distant, began hanging out with Rafe and Kelce instead of you, and had gotten a girlfriend - Sarah Cameron, Rafe’s younger sister and the Kook princess.

Instead of fighting to earn the friendship, however, you decided to get some new friends - the Pogues. You had known Kiara through school, but had never been that close to her. One day, you were eating at The Wreck when you had spotted her bringing out a customer’s meal. Before she could make her way back to the kitchen, though, you stopped her.

“Kiara!” you yelled, catching her attention.

“Y/N?” she asked, walking over to you.

“Um, hey,” you greeted, continuing shortly after, “how’s your summer been?”

Kiara shrugged, “It’s been alright, I guess. I’ve been spending most nights here and the days with my friends, so it’s been pretty good. What about you?” she shrugged, keeping the conversation going.

“I wish I could say that it’s been better than it has been,” you replied honestly, “Topper ditched me for Rafe and Sarah Cameron, so I haven’t really been doing anything.”

Kie nodded, looking down. She had also seen you around school, but she noticed that you were different than most Kooks. You weren’t stuck up like most of them. Of course, you were grateful that your family had enough money to live on Figure Eight, as the Pogues were pretty poor and a ton of them barely had enough money to afford a lot of luxury goods. Knowing you, Kie made an offer, “That sucks, I’m sorry. You’re more than welcome to hang out with my friends and me, if you want to, though.” she smiled.

Your head perked up at her words, “Really?”

She nodded, “Yeah, of course. They won’t mind. You can join me here tomorrow at 1:00 and tag along with us for a ride on the water?” she asked.

“Yeah, that’d be nice. Thanks, Kie.” you smiled.

“No problem, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bring a suit.” she returned the smile, heading off to get back to work.

And so your friendship with the Pogues began. They were a little skeptical of you hanging out with them at first, but you didn’t blame them. A Kook had just randomly joined their friend group, so they had a reason to be a little suspicious.

As you began to hang out with them more and more, they became more accepting, realizing that you were a lot like Kiara. A rich Kook by nature, but a Pogue at heart.

As time passed, you began to grow smitten with JJ. You didn’t let anyone know that, however. In fact, the only person who knew that was Pope. You weren’t going to be the one to break the no Pogue on Pogue macking rule that Kie had told you about. You had earned her trust, as well as the trust of JJ, Pope and John B, and you certainly weren’t going to let go of that any time soon.

That didn’t mean that it was easy, however. It was hard to keep your feeling for JJ quiet, especially as you noticed him falling in love with another person. You could see the way he looked at Kiara. She didn’t seem to notice how he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing on earth, but you sure did. It hurt to see the person you loved most fall for a person that wasn’t you, but despite the pain, you were going to be happy for them if anything happened.

When the five of you headed back to the château that night, you all collectively agreed to have a camp fire in the yard. John B and the boys went outside to set up the fire and gather some tree branches for the wood, while you and Kiara stayed inside to grab some beers and ingredients for s’mores. You found most ingredients pretty easily, but you had to rummage through all the cabinets to find some graham crackers that weren’t expired. After awhile of looking, you found some.

“What took so long?” JJ shouted when you and Kie finally made it outside.

“Ask John B why he never throws any of his food out,” you remarked, turning to the brunette, “Seriously, do you know how long it took me to find graham crackers that weren’t expired?”

He only chuckled and muttered, “Sorry, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and sat down next to him, handing out skewers and marshmallows to everybody. As you all toasted your marshmallows over the fire, the five of you had worked up some small talk, but you noticed the way JJ was looking at Kiara again. Your heart shattered once again, but you tried to ignore it.

After your first s’more, however, you couldn’t take it. So you made up some half-ass excuse, pulling out your phone, “Shit!” you yelled, staring wide eyed at the screen of your phone.

Everyone turned to stare at you, confusion and concern displayed on their faces, “What’s wrong, Y/N?” Kie asked you.

“My mom really needs me home. I forgot that she needed me to distract my little brother while she decorated his birthday cake for tomorrow.” you lied, everyone giving you a look of skepticism. Especially Pope.

“Can’t you just have your sister distract him?” JJ asked, but John B spoke before you could answer.

“She’s two, dumbass. You think that a two year old is going to keep a nine year old interested?”

“Sorry, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow.” you replied, rushing to get up off the ground to go home. As you were leaving, Pope gave you a look of sympathy. He knew why you wanted to leave, but he didn’t stop you.

As soon as you knew you were out of sight, you began sprinting, a few tears streaming down your face. Even though you knew that you and JJ were never going to happen, it didn’t make the pain that came with it any less sharp.

As you entered Figure Eight, you decided to take a short cut through a park so you didn’t have to walk the usual length it took for you to get back to your house. You could’ve had John B drive you, but that would come with an interrogation and you weren’t in the mood for that. As you walked through the park, you could faintly see a figure sitting under a tree.

Shit. Your mind raced with thoughts, remembering all that came from these situations from the numerous true crime documentaries you watched. You were about to turn away, but a familiar voice made you stop in your tracks, “Y/N?”

You could recognize that voice anywhere. You turned around on your heels and began walking towards the boy, “Topper?”

You made your way to the tree and sat next to him. You weren’t quite sure what he was doing here at this time of night, “Why are you here?”

“I, uh... Sarah broke up with me,” he said calmly, but his voice was full of sadness. Although he had ditched you for her two summers in a row, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him, “Apparently she was macking on a Pogue. John B, to be exact.”

You were shocked, and you were definitely going to confront John B about this later, “Great. Sarah Cameron is macking on John B and the boy that I’m in love with is in love with someone else. I’m sorry, Top.” you offered sympathetically.

“There’s nothing you can do about it, but thanks, Y/N,” he whispered, turning to look at you, “Who’s the guy?”

You sighed, dropping your head, “JJ Maybank. I like him, but by the way he looks at Kiara, I know he’s in love with her.” you muttered.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve that.” Topper said, an attempt to make you feel better.

“Thanks, Top. Neither do you.” you replied, the two of you turning to look at each other.

He seemed to contemplate what he was going to say next, not wanting to hurt you even more, “Is there... do you think we could be friends again? I know that I fucked up by ditching you for Rafe and Sarah. You didn’t deserve that, and I understand if you don’t want to. I just... I realized how much I missed my best friend, and I know that this apology is small for what I did to you, but I just want you back.”

You sighed, looking down once more. It hurt you seeing him like this. Even though he had left you for the Camerons, you didn’t hate the boy. You had worked up a friendly love for him for nine years, and that doesn’t go away overnight, “We can try, Top. It’s not going to be easy, but we can try. If you still want to hang out with Rafe and Kelce, I understand. I’m still going to hang out with the Pogues, and if we can be understanding of each other’s other friendships then I wouldn’t mind trying this again.”

He smiled, “Deal. I’d like that.”

The two of you stood up, pulling each other into a hug. The Pogues were great, but you had missed Topper. He was your best friend, of course you had missed him.

After hanging around Topper for the next few months, you slowly felt your infatuation with JJ beginning to fade. Instead, you had fallen for another boy. A boy named Topper Thornton. Little did you know, he had gotten over Sarah and had fallen for another girl. A girl by the name of Y/N Y/L/N.

It wasn’t long before he asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course, you said yes.

You two had managed to make each other feel their heartbeat again, and look where that brought you.

another a/n; whoo, another unedited imagine! i hate the ending, but i hope you guys enjoy.

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rewind | 01

pairing; jung jaehyun x reader

genre/warnings; fluff, best friends to lovers! au, swearing

word count; 2.7k

:: summary; you find an attractive man in one of your old pictures, except you have no idea who he is. you suddenly have the urge to do everything you can to find out who he is, and maybe if you're lucky, make him fall in love with you.

author's note; yay the first chapter! as i've said before, this will be a mix of some social media edits and the actual text so don't be confused if pictures randomly show up in the middle of the story!! i really hope you all enjoy!

( gif credits to owner. )

You rummage through one of your drawers, cleaning out the stacks of papers as well as some clothes and a few books.

You were – finally – moving out of your apartment shared with college student slash best friend Mark, and you were ecstatic. This was the first time you were going to own an apartment by yourself, and just the idea of you being alone without being bombarded with Math questions made you feel giddy inside.

Once you reach the bottom of the drawer, you let a sigh of relief as you wiped a bead of sweat on your forehead. Summer was going to start soon, not like it mattered for you. You graduated from college a year ago but still got excited whenever summer came. Maybe it was because Mark had more free time than usual, but you weren’t really sure.

You pull out a crumpled piece of photo paper, wincing when you see how old and dirty it was. Dust laid on the edges of the paper because of how long it stayed at the bottom of the drawer. You carefully blew the dust away before flipping the photo around.

You stare at your appearance in the photo. You looked gross, to be honest. The photo was probably taken four years ago when you were just starting college. Your bangs looked hideous and your outfit looked like a wreck. You wanted to burn the picture, hoping it never got to see the light of day again.

Just before you were able to do the deed however, another detail caught your attention.

You had no idea who he was, but damn, you had to admit, this man was practically perfect.

His hair looked styled to perfection, he looked extra hot in the basketball jersey (no one in your college was that cute that’s for sure) and he had this smile that brightened up your day immediately (accompanied with a cute pair of dimples). You were practically drooling over him, and mind you, this picture was taken five. years. ago.

If he was this hot during college, how hot is he now? You end up wondering as you stare at the photo in your hands.

You stare at the jersey again. The team name was covered, but he was definitely not from your college. But why couldn’t you remember anything about him?

The picture looks familiar, except nothing is coming to your mind. You have no clue on who this handsome man is, or what he does, but you sure wanted to find out.

Was I drunk? You shake your head. You never drank enough to get drunk, especially in college. You cared too much about your grades and reputation, even Mark was annoyed with it. But Mark is the biggest nerd you know.

You stood up and walked to the living room filled with boxes, grabbing your phone to text your friends.

“I’m home!” Mark calls out as he leaves the coat by the rack. You run out of your room and take his bag from him. You check the clock hanging above the TV in the living room. “Why are you home so late?” You scold him as you drop his bag by the couch.

“I went out with some friends.” Mark shrugs as he drags his feet towards the kitchen, looking for something to drink. You follow him, taking out a glass and pouring Mark a cup of water.

You watch as Mark gulps down the beverage, looking away once Mark raises an eyebrow at you. You’re silent, playing with your fingers as Mark practically stares you down.

“Uh..did you find..anything?” You don’t know why you're embarrassed about asking Mark. You guys were best friends, and Mark wasn’t used to you being embarrassed around him. He gulps down the last of his water before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jean jacket.

Mark's quiet for a while, setting down his glass and just staring at you, not saying a word.

“Nope. I'm so sorry Y/N.” He mutters sadly. He gives you a sympathetic look as you look down at the floor again. “Did you try asking Doyoung and Ten?” He takes your hands in his and you sigh, nodding.

“Doyoung’s out of town with no wifi and Ten hasn’t been responding to my messages when we damn well know that little shit doesn’t do anything.” Mark laughs at your comment on Ten before giving you an encouraging smile.

“You can do it. I bet you’ll find him soon.” You shake your head, losing hope and confidence. Finding him would be nearly impossible, especially since you didn’t know anything about him except for what he looks like.

“What if I grow grey and old and I still don’t find him?” Mark nearly chokes on his second glass of water at your statement. Water spills on his shirt and on the kitchen counter and all you can do is groan. “Gross! Mark keep it together!” You take a rag from the sink and throw it at him.

“Is that seriously your only concern right now?” Mark coughs as he wipes the wet spot on the counter. "You coughing your soul out of your body? Yes." You take the rag back from him before wiping the mess yourself.

"You know what i'm talking about."

You cross your arms in annoyance. Were you being irrational? Maybe. Were you taking this search a bit too far? Definitely. That didn't stop you though.

“Yes!” You argue back and he shrugs his shoulders. "Are you that desperate for love?" Mark leans against the counter. You think for a while. "Maybe." You admit sadly. You didn't date in such a long time it was getting annoying.

Mark finally decides to give up.

“Can I at least see the picture again?” Mark asks and you nod. You come back, handing Mark the photo you protected with your entire being. Mark raises his eyebrows in approval. “I see why you’re spending your time looking for him. He’s cute.” Mark says as he stares at the photo intently.

It’s quiet for a few moments. “Yo, what if he has a girlfriend?” Mark snaps his head towards you. You didn’t think about that. You shake your head. “Well, I didn’t think about that.." You reply, sound hopeless. Mark sighs before placing the photo on the table.

It was possible. A man with such a pretty face wouldn’t be single, right?

“It’s fine! You can meet up as buddies!” Mark claps, joking around and you immediately glare at him. You take the photo back immediately.

“Shut up Mark.” You mutter. It’s silent again.

“What if you guys had a relationship?” Mark wiggles his eyebrows and you nearly choke at his behavior. A relationship? Never. Right now, Mark sounded absurd. “First, I would’ve remembered that much, and second, college me would never.” You point at him.

“True. The college you would never.” Mark snorts at the vague memory of you during college. He runs his hand through his soft black hair, and you actually felt a bit sorry for the kid. You decide to drop the topic. You pat his head. “How are your scores?” You ask, referring to his finals. He got the last of his scores today, and he was worried the entire week.

“They’re actually really good. I flunked my Math and Chem, though.” Mark sighs, running his hands through his hair once more.

“What did you get? a 93?” You joke and Mark scoffs in reply. “Nope! An 89." He clicks his tongue. He walks out to the living room. You give him a look. "Yikes! Your finals were never that bad. Should I stop letting you out of the house?" You laugh and Mark rolls his eyes playfully as he enters the kitchen once more. "It’s fine. I’ll pass the subjects at least.” He gives you a goofy smile and you laugh again.

“That’s good. I know how hard you worked for them.” You say with a soft smile. He leans in for a hug and you gladly wrap your arms around the kid. He was so cute. Although you were older than him by two years, he was like your own child. “Thanks.” Mark yawns, stretching his arms.

“Go to sleep Mark. You worked hard today.” You pat him in the back and he nods. “Okay. Goodnight Y/N.” Mark mumbles as he walks towards his room.

“Goodnight. Sleep tight!” You smile, and Mark gives you a thumbs up in reply before leaving the kitchen. You take the photo in your hands and leave the kitchen, shutting all the lights in the process.

You sigh, tapping your fingers against the hard wood while waiting for your friends.

You promised your three idiotic best friends that you would treat them out for dinner today, which ended you up at a fancy Chinese restaurant at 8:00 in the evening. Of course, these losers would offer to eat at the fanciest restaurant in the district as long as they’re not paying.

After a few minutes, Mark arrives first, panting and sweating all over. He grips on to the chair, stopping you from saying anything. “Sorry.” He pants. “I got lost.” Mark pulls the seat in front of him and sighs in relief once you hand him a glass of cold water. “Those little shits. Doyoung and Ten told me that you weren’t paying today and the last one to arrive would pay for everything.” Mark wipes the edge of his mouth with the napkin in front of him.

“Hey.” You tell him in a harsh tone. “They’re still older than you. Don’t treat them like that.” You give him a look and Mark’s angry expression washed away almost immediately. “Sorry.” He sheepishly replies. You roll your eyes. “It’s okay. I’ll scold them later.” You smile playfully and Mark lets out a breathy laugh.

The next one to arrive was Doyoung, who just came home from his out of town trip. “Thanks for treating us today.” Is the first thing he says as he sits down in front of you. Mark chokes on his water, a few droplets flying out of his mouth and landing on Doyoung.

“What the fuck, Mark? Gross!” Doyoung groans as he uses the napkin to wipe the water on his shirt. "Mark this happened yesterday! Get a hold of yourself!" You pat Mark's shirt which had a few water droplets as well. Mark ignores him as he continues to cough. “Who are you?” Mark almost yells and you pat his back. Doyoung rolls his eyes in response. “I did a lot of thinking because there was no fucking wifi and data. I was practically suffering.” Doyoung sighs dramatically.

Finally, after waiting for an agonizing and painful fifteen minutes, Ten finally decides to show up for dinner. He smiles and places his fanny pack on the table. “Fashionably late as always.” He sits down beside Doyoung, smirking at his own comment. You place your phone down beside you and give Ten a smirk of your own.

“You’re paying for your own meal.” Your face tells him that you were dead serious, and had no intention of lying.

Ten gasps. “Take that back!” You give him a challenging look before raising your hand high in the air. “Waiter!” You call out, and Ten practically leaps on you, trying to pull your hand down. Doyoung chuckles as he hides behind the menu while Mark just seems to be dead hungry. Ten continues to attack you until he sees a waiter approaching. He quickly returns to his original seat, making you smile wide.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” Ten whispers in your direction and Mark stares at you, waiting for your response. You smile sweetly at the clueless waiter in front of you. “Sorry, I called you by accident. You can go now.” The waiter rushes away at once to keep up with the other orders of the customers. You turn to Ten. “Anything?”

You can practically feel Ten’s fists clench under the table before he huffs. “Anything.” He says.

“Okay! I’ll get back to you for that.” You lean back in your seat and Ten sighs in relief. “Good! Now that we’re all here can we order? I’m starving! ” Mark complains, clutching his stomach.

Ten calls the waiter as Mark gulps down his third glass of water. Doyoung just gives Mark a weird look while the waiter writes down all your orders, wrapping it up with Doyoung’s long list of orders. You sigh once you hand the menu to the waiter and drop your head in your hands. “I’m going broke.” You mutter.

You sigh, scrolling through your notifications before Doyoung breaks the silence.

“Any luck with pretty boy?” Doyoung takes a sip of his drink. Ten shakes his head in response. “No offense, but this dude’s probably dead. None of my friends know who he is, and I have a lot of friends.” Ten says and Doyoung rolls his eyes.

“There are 7 billion people in the world. It’s going to take more than your friends to find him.” Doyoung states the obvious.

“Do you wanna try asking social media?” Mark suggests, leaning his elbows on the table. Ten claps his hands. “Watch! You’ll get invited to star on Ellen!” Ten says excitedly and Mark snorts. Doyoung just chuckles at Ten’s statement.

“It’s fine. It’s not that important.” You assure your friends and Mark’s trying so hard to hold in his laugh. “That’s not what you said yes-” You kick Mark harshly in the shin, causing him to yelp in pain. As Mark rubs his shin, you notice Doyoung’s constant staring in your direction.

“We didn’t do shit and yet you’re still treating us.” Doyoung gives you a sorry look and you place your hand on top of his. Sure, Doyoung was a shithead most of the time, but he still cared about you and supported you whenever you needed it. That’s why you loved him.

“Consider this as Mark’s congratulatory dinner for acing his finals.” You clap your hands and Mark looks down shyly, too embarrassed to respond. “Yeahhhh nice one Mark!” Ten pats Mark a bit too hard on the back, causing the younger to cough and wince in pain.

Doyoung gives Mark a high five, and he chuckles, his cheeks turning a bright red.

After dinner, you recite a quick prayer as the waiter heads your way after Doyoung asked him for the bill. You reluctantly take the booklet from him, closing your eyes as you expect the worst. Doyoung leans back in his seat, looking pleased while Mark leans over to see how much your wallet has to suffer today.

“Damn it.” You mutter as you open your eyes and stare at the bill in horror. You reach into your purse and take out your credit card. Doyoung and Ten clap as you place the card in the booklet and slam it shut. The waiter looks at the four of you amused as you hand the booklet back to him. "Doyoung, you're treating for my birthday." You say angrily.

You step outside in the freezing cold, hugging your coat tighter against your body. “See you guys tomorrow?” Ten turns around and the three of you nod.

The four of you agreed to meet up the next day to go “shopping”, which is actually Ten going shopping while the rest of you lounge around, waiting for him. Mark loops his arm in yours.

“See you.” Mark says and Doyoung waves at the three of you, walking in the direction of his car. Ten waves goodbye as well, following Doyoung who was giving him a ride home. Your Uber arrives, and the Mark and you climb in the car. It’s quiet throughout the entire ride, neither of you saying a word.

The driver drops you off and you thank him, stepping out of the car before Mark slams the door shut. You wrap your hand around Mark and he smiles gratefully before following you in the apartment complex.

“Tired?” You laugh at Mark, who was already dozing off in the elevator. Mark nods, his head on your shoulder. The elevator doors open, and you practically drag Mark towards your shared apartment.

“I think i’m just going to head to bed.” Mark mutters as you enter your home. “Okay.” You bid Mark goodnight before entering your almost empty room and shutting the door.

You flop on your bed, letting out a sigh of relief as you kick off your heels and rub your aching ankles. You’re drifting off to sleep, not really caring about your current state until a soft ding! resonates through the quiet room.

You fall off your bed, too lazy to grab your phone. You practically crawl to grab your purse all the way across the room. You quickly open your purse, retrieving your phone and flopping back on your bed.

You squint your eyes as you adjust to the bright screen to your phone. An unknown user pops up on your phone. You're confused on who the hell this person is, or what he’s talking about, but nevertheless, open up his account.

You enlarge his profile picture. He looks familiar.

Another ding! resonates, and you open up your new text message from Ten. “Y/N!!! I FOUND HIM!! I FOUND YOUR GUY! his twitter is @jung1997!!” The text reads.

You open this guy’s Twitter. His username? @jung1997.

Your eyes go wide as you click on the guy's profile picture and enlarge it once more.

You immediately run towards your drawer and pull out the picture. You compare the pretty boy’s face to the profile picture displayed on your phone, and they almost look the same.

That’s when the realization hits you.

You found him. You finally found your mystery man.

“Oh…Oh…OH SHIT!”

[hello-justawriterofthings]

I’ll be Home for Christmas - Steve Harrington

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Hello Friends, I’m bringing CEO Steve to a computer or mobile device near you. This takes place in the modern day and with a little older Steve Harrington. I really Hope everyone has a Happy  Holidays!! Thank you for Reading. no gifs belong to me [ Warnings - I don’t think it’s the best, like i feel like it was really rushed ] Y/N = Your name, Y/L/N = Your last name. 

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Sitting at the bay window, in the large extravagant house that over looked the country side. One hand holding a book about child care, one hand placed flat against my 6 month old baby bump. I looked out the window with thoughts running through my head, never did I think at this age, I’d be in a situation like this. Pregnant, not married, no job. Not saying that I didn’t love this baby because I did, but I thought I’d be having children at a later date, after already getting married. Not now, questioning the relationship I had with my baby’s father. Sure, Steve and I had been together since the end of high school, but I could feel something fading between us. Whether it was the pregnancy or the fact that he was just made the CEO of one of the largest companies in Indiana, I don’t know which it was anymore, maybe it was both. It just started one day, he stopped talking to me less and less. He was barely home and when he was, he was locked up in his office. I felt like I was spending this whole pregnancy alone, no matter how hard I tried to get him to speak to me, to come along to the doctors appointment, he just wouldn’t.

[ Past ]

I paced around the master bathroom, pregnancy test in my hand. “ Shit, shit ” I muttered putting my back to the wall and sliding down, “ Steve’s going to blow a fuse ”. I kept running different scenario through my head, I didn’t know what I was going to do. “ Y/N? ” I heard Steve ask from the other side of the door, knocking quietly. “ You okay in there? ” he asked, I sighed deeply as I stood up “ I’m fine ”. I glanced at myself in the mirror, wiping my face with a wash rag because I didn’t even realize I was crying. Once I was ready, I walked out of the bathroom. “ Hey, what’s wrong? ” Steve asked pulling  me into his arms, “ Shh ”. I was dramatically crying because of the different ways this could go, I was afraid of him leaving me. “ Hey Hey, calm down. Breath, tell me what’s wrong ” Steve stated quietly, trying to calm me down. I shook my head wildly, to afraid of speaking. “ You can tell me anything ” he whispered, rocking me back and fourth, placing kisses on my head. “ I’m pregnant Steve ” I whispered, not looking anywhere but the floor in front of me. He didn’t say anything at first, it was a calm silence and I was able to calm down some. He knew why i was so upset, not because I didn’t want the baby, but because I was afraid he was going to leave me. This hadn’t been the first time I had shown fear of losing him. “ Don’t worry babe, we’ll get through this. I’m not leaving ” he stated with a small sigh, “ Your not? ” I asked looking up at him. He chuckled “ No way, I love you! Why would I leave you? A baby is a big change, but it’s nothing we can’t handle together. I’ll be here for you the whole way ”. Damn, I believed him back then.

[ Present ]

I’ve been so desperate to keep this relationship together, that I didn’t realize how unhealthy it had become. I had forgotten all about the book in my hand, the thoughts in my head had distracted me from the time.  When I started getting hungry, that’s when I looked at the clock. 7:30 pm. I sighed getting up and walked downstairs, Irma was finishing up dinner.  " Oh Ms. Y/L/N, dinner will be ready in 15 minutes “ she stated with a smile, I nodded while sitting down on one of the stools ” Irma, how many times have I told you to just call me Y/N “. She smiled while checking in the oven, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this whole, personal chef thing. The phone rang seconds later and because Irma was hard at work, I struggled to get up, but once I did, I answered it. ” Hello? “ I questioned, ” Hello, is this Ms. Y/L/N? “ a female voice asked. ” Yes… “ I stated with a sigh, ” Hi yes, this is Mr. Harringtons secretary. He wanted me to call you and let you know, that he’s not going to be home for dinner and for you to not wait up for him “ the woman stated. I rolled my eyes, ” Yeah, well you tell Mr. Harrington not to worry. There’s nothing new about him not being around, have a nice night! “ I stated with an attitude, hanging up before she could say anything else. Once dinner was finished, I ate alone, just the sound of the tv going on behind me and our 2 year old lab  ( Moose ) laying beside my feet. I helped Irma with the dishes, despite her trying to make me relax. ” Are you excited for Christmas? “ Irma asked me randomly,  ” Did you ask Santa for anything special? “. I rolled my eyes ” No, I’m 3 hours away from my family, six months pregnant, with my boyfriend who could care less about me anymore “, Irma sighed deeply ” Mr. Harrington is very busy at the moment “. I scoffed slightly ” You say busy, I say he’s ignoring me… When I first found out I was pregnant, he told me he’d be around. That lasted a whole three weeks, once he got promoted, this baby and I stopped being a priority. He’s been to two scans, doesn’t even know the gender of his own child! “, she sighed softly ” Don’t get yourself worked up dear, he’ll come around eventually “. I shrugged as I walked towards the living room ” By then, it’ll be too late “. 

I ended up falling asleep on the couch, watching a reality TV show. I was woken up when I heard the front door shut loudly, but Moose who was laying at the end of the couch didn’t move, which was unusual, he must of sensed the tension between Steve and I. I sighed deeply while rolling over, thankfully the couch was comfy enough to sleep on. I shifted onto my side and pulled the blanket that was always on the back of the back of the couch, over my body. ” Come on Y/N, let’s go to bed “ Steve whispered loud enough for me to hear, but I only groaned and shook my head. I wasn’t getting up, I didn’t want to be around him right now. The pregnancy hormones were raging and I didn’t want to start a fight, I shouldn’t be fighting and that’s what this was leading to. ” Moose, come “ Steve then whispered with a sigh, but Moose still did not move, he had chosen his favorite. Steve then let out a deep sigh before walking upstairs, leaving me to fall back to sleep.  The week went by the same way, not speaking to Steve, doctors appointments and lots of comfort food. 5 Days before Christmas, I was putting the finale touches on the Christmas decorations. Steve and I had talked, but It was casual. ” How are you? How’s the baby? When’s the next appointment? “. So on and so fourth. It was early, but I couldn’t sleep, not with the little bean kicking me in the ribs.  Moose was sleeping in his bed by the fireplace, the spoiled boy. Steve came walking downstairs carrying a suitcase, I furrowed my brows in confusion. ” Where are you going? “ I asked, ” Out of town for work “ he stated simply. ” Are you going to be home for Christmas or am I going to be left alone again? “ I asked now with my hands on my hips, ” I don’t know Y/N “ he then sighed as he put on his jacket. ” That’s just great Steve, leave your pregnant girlfriend alone on Christmas, or can I even call myself your girlfriend anymore, because I don’t feel like it! “ I yelled, ” Your fucking secretary spends more time with you then I do, who know’s what’s going on there “ ”. He raised his eyebrow “ You’re crazy! I don’t have enough time during the day to cheat on you, I would never ”, I rolled my eyes “ I’m sure you could find a way, I’m so sick of this tension, I wanted to spend Christmas together, to see if we still loved each other or to see if  this relationship is just, over ”. He sighed deeply while picking up his suitcase and opening the front door, “ I don’t know what you want me to say Y/N ” he stated looking over at me. “ How about, Don’t expect me to be here when you get home… If you can’t take a few days off and spend time with me, I don’t expect you to spend anytime with this baby. I’ll be raising them on my own ” I stated , dropping the decorations in my hand and made my way upstairs, Moose on my heels. Moments later, I heard the front door close, in time for my tears to fall.

2 Days until Christmas, Steve wasn’t home and we weren’t talking. I decided that our relationship had expired and things were over. So, I packed a few bags, Moose’s Stuff ( I’d send someone else over later for the rest of my things ). I called a cab, then moose and I set off for the three hour trip to my parents house. Of course they knew what was going on, ever since I became pregnant, I became somewhat of a blabber mouth. My parents welcomed me with  open arms, told me I could stay as long as I needed, even had an extra room for the baby. That night, like the rest, I cried. Because all I wanted in my life was Steve, but if he didn’t feel the same way, I couldn’t force him into anything. I wanted to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me. As long as he’d be a good father to the baby, that’s all that mattered.

The day of Christmas came, Steve and I still hadn’t talked. I checked my phone every hour, just to make sure I didn’t miss anything from Steve. Yes I was mad at him, but I still wanted to be with him and I wanted him to want me back. My family made and ate a lot of food, then sat around the Christmas tree, that was way to large for this house, watching the kids rip open presents. I received mostly things for the baby, which I was Fine with, this kid was going to be spoiled. A knock on the door interrupted everything, forcing my mom to stand up and answer it. I was holding my 5 month old cousin, so I wasn’t focused on anything other then the chubby little girl in my arms. I was shocked when Steve walked into the room, carrying presents and was followed by Lindsey his secretary. I let out a loud scoff, handed my cousin to her mother and stomped out of the room. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, “ Y/N ” Steve sighed as he shut the kitchen door behind him. “ Don’t talk to me Steve, you’ve had no problem ignoring me in the past ” I stated with another scoff, “ How dare you just show up here and bring that bitch with you ”. “ Don’t call her that, she came to help ” he stated, making me roll my eyes “ Came to help you finally end this relationship? I bet she’s excited to get her greedy hands on you, I’ve seen how she looks at you Steve, she’s in love with you ”. “ Here we go again with this shit, you have no idea what’s going on ” he exclaimed, “ Then, leave. Go back home, I’ll text you when the baby’s born, if you even care ” I stated shaking my head. “ I’m not leaving, we need to talk this all out ” Steve sighed, “ Not now, not with my family around… Just, keep your distance for now ” I stated while walking out of the room. This was the last thing I expected to happen today.

The rest of the night went smoothly, thankfully Steve listened to me and kept his distance. Once the family  had left, to give Steve and I some time to talk, they took the kids Christmas light hunting, because people in this neighborhood were just as crazy with Christmas as my parents were. Steve’s secretary went back to the hotel that she and Steve would be staying at, which only made me think that they were fucking around even more. I was sitting on the couch eating popcorn out of the tin, you know those tines with three different types of popcorn in them. I sighed deeply as Steve joined me, he shut off the TV and let out his own sigh. “ It’s time we have a talk Y/N ” he  stated seriously, I nodded but kept my mouth shut, I wasn’t going to be the first to talk. We both stayed silent for a while, “ I don’t understand what’s going on with us Y/N �� he sighed deeply running his hand through his hair. “ When I first found out I was pregnant, you promised you would be there. I need some support Steve and you haven’t been giving it to me, I don’t want to be this clingy, but I feel like you don’t care. You spend all your time at work and when you’re home, your still working… And I know work is important to you, but I should be too ” I stated honestly, he sighed deeply once more “ I know I’ve been working a lot lately, it’s for a good reason though. How could you think I don’t care about you? ”. “ Because you don’t act like you care, you went days without talking to me, don’t kiss or hug me like you used too. Steve when was the last time you told me you loved me? ” I asked him simply, making him drop his head slightly.  " I found out what the baby is two weeks ago, you told me you were going to be at that appointment. I reminded you three times that morning, then you were a no show… My doctor thinks I’m a single parent, despite the many times I talk about having a boyfriend, I can tell she doesn’t believe me… Maybe we took on to much recently, I became pregnant the same time you got promoted, I wasn’t giving up the baby and you weren’t giving up the job… Maybe this relationship has run it’s course now “ I sighed shaking my head, ” Absolutely not! I know I’ve been absent lately, but this relationship is not over! Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since high school and that hasn’t changed, I worked to hard to have you in my life just to lose you now. Remember when we met on your first day, the moment I saw you, I was determined to know you and to be with you. I’m so sorry I made you feel as if I didn’t care about you, but I promise you I will make changes, I’ll take more days off. I want to be there always, for you and the baby “ he exclaimed passionately. I thought about it for a few seconds, this is what I wanted, right? ” Please Y/N “ he begged, ” Don’t leave me “. I sighed ” Okay, but I’m staying with my parents through the holidays. When I get back home, we’ll talk more then “, he looked at me confused ” Oh, I’m not leaving, I’ve taken two weeks off for the rest of the holidays, your stuck with me. I’ve been working so much, because then I’ll be able to take off work whenever I would want. Like when you have the baby, I’ve already taken a few months off, so I can bond and be there for the both of you “. I smiled slightly, ” What about your secretary, why’d you bring her then? “ I then asked. ” She has family close by, she was already on her way down here for the Holidays, offered me a ride with her and her husband, the odd three hour car ride I sat through on my way down here. Their very cheery people, I’ll never get Jingle Bells out of my head. I’m thankful for the ride though. She only came here with me because I brought so many things, gifts, extra clothes for the both of us, Moose’s favorite dog bed and toys. Plus, you forgot his dog food “ he stated with a small smile, ” Pregnancy brain “ I sighed as I shook my head. He chuckled as he pulled me into a hug, ” I’m sorry I accused you of cheating “ I then stated, ” Sorry I made you feel neglected “ he smiled. And that’s when I knew, we would be okay.  We loved each other and with a little work, better communication. We’d get back to the way we used to be. And that’s all that mattered, for us and the baby.

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Hey guys, Sorry this was not great, but I hope you enjoyed. I’ve just been going through a lot lately, been very stressed about a lot, so I’ve not been in the best head space to write anything good.Also with the changes to Tumblr, I’m terrified to have my page flagged even though I don’t post anything really bad, so I haven’t been uploading what I have written.  Hopefully 2019 will be a better year for that. I hope everyone is having a good day, your all Amazing and Thank you all so much for Reading <3<3