#i figured out how to colour the jacket since the last time i drew y/n (crowd cheering)

[pillowspace]

@bamsara

I got attached to grey blob Y/n, but I also wanted to picture myself with hair while reading. So I reached a compromise with myself, and doodled last night a hairstyle I imagine 'em with :thumb:

[writings-by-blondie]

~If The Stars Could Speak~

Soap Mactavish x F!Reader (teaspoon of Angst)

She was way too good for him and he knew that yet he couldn't forget the way her (h/c) hair fell over her shoulders, her laugh and a bit cold, but glittery look of her (e/c) eyes when their gaze met for the first time..it was like he could see universe in them.

He was in cold, gloomy, Russia, on a mission that was to be last, scribbling down words on the peace of paper, counting down hours till he get to hold her forever...

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His most trusting man, and friend, Simon and him decided to lay back and enjoy some free time they were granted away from their ever noisy and ever busy camp.

They were at downtown, walking and talking about how tonight is their night - they will leave job at office and they will just enjoy strong alcohol and good music.

The night was a bit chilly, but nothing unusual for the late September.

That just meant that John will finally have chance to wear that nice black spitfire jacket he bought not long ago, and he looked well in it.

As the two men walked they spotted the bar they wanted to be in for the rest of the night, right outside of it, sticking out like a sore thumb was parked some expensive car that John didn't know how to indenify as. He wasn't a big car head like his friend.

"Look at this mate. Its Porsche, bet some meat heads are in this place",

said Simon chucking and eyeing the car and tilting his head slowly towards the bar.

Mactavish smirked and pushed his friend gently as he started walking in, "You have a problem with that or you're just scared of guys who drive expensive cars, eh?".

Inside of the bar you and small group of your friends were in VIP lounge. Infront of you, on small glass table was a bucket filled with ice that kept some red bulls and couple of Baltica beers cold.

You were drinking Jack Daniels, your glass half full. Being tipsy already, you fake-laughed at some perverse joke friend next to you finished telling.

Tonight, you really felt down. Truth to be told, you've been feeling under the weather last couple of months, nothing seemed to go the right way and nothing you did could change that feeling. On top of that your stupid poosh boyfriend broke up with you over text last week, and even though you understood that your friends cared for you and wanted you to forget about that fool and enjoy yourself, you still couldn't shake away the bitterness and just wanted to curl away in your bed, eat some strawberry ice cream and watch ‘Casablanca’.

But here you were, in a black dress that glittered under the light, your hair styled in lazy but not messy curls, and your over-expensive white heels. You looked like the IT girl that every man would want for them selves, to put you on pedestal and admire you.

(Y/n) leaned back in the black leather seat before she took a deep sigh that was followed by pouting and throwing down rest of the Jack that was in her glass down her throat. It burned for a bit, but the sweet flavour of alcohol made her want to drink more, so she opened the half empty bottle and poured more of the honey-coloured liquid into her glass.

She leaned in close to her friend on the left and whispered,

"I need to go and check my make up. Save a seat for me, and dont touch my bottle, I will know if you do.",

you almost groaned last words since you knew well that your friends loved to mess with you.

The (h/c) girl now stood up, taking her light coloured purse that matched with her heels, in her hands and started walking towards the washroom of the bar.

The floor was wooden, hard wood, after all the bar was made to accommodate high class people and to draw in tourists who had a lot of money to spend. Her heels making a little bit noise as her steps collided with the floor. It was a southing sound, like when rain hits the metal.

Her hips swayed as her dress didn't quite hug her whole neatly shaped figure, so it swayed with her movements, glittering under the dim light of the noisy bar.

She had to watch every step since she felt that the alcohol was indeed kicking in, but the song playing on stereos drew her attention and just for a tiny moment she forgot completely that she had heels on.

"Shit-", you muttered loudly as your purse left your hands and you could see the dark wooden floor getting close to you now, but you weren't colliding with it, instead you felt stern grip on your waist, feeling the coldness of someones hand that went straight to your skin, under the dress. You furrowed eyebrows before looking up, facing a, without any exaggeration, handsomest man you ever laid eyes upon.

His eyes, blue as the sea in mid July in the noon, almost glittering like a waves when they shine under the hot sun. His smell now invaded your nostrils touching your senses, stimulating them, wanting more of it. It was pine mixed with old brand of ‘denim’, manly but still subtle, just enough.

He smiled at you softly looking into your eyes, not breaking eye contact once.

"Careful now lass, we don’t want any broken bones yet, the night is still young eh?..", he spoke with thick and extremely attractive (for some reason) Scottish accent and she took deep breath in, as the man slowly placed the girl in front of him back on her legs, parting his hand with her waist. The girl licked her lover lip, realizing now that she was blushing way more than it was appropriate for this kind of situation and softly muttered, "Sorry.. The heels..", under her breath before she walked pass the man and disappeared into woman's washroom.

Mactavish however trailed her with his eyes, her long and subtly toned legs, and the way the subtle cutout on her dress reviled a bit of her thigh. She was clearly in distress and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself as he picked up her purse from the floor and sat down in the nearby booth with Simon.

"What the hell was that?", Riley said as he took off his black leather jacket, placing it next to him.

"It was like some scene out of those old movies mate. Its like, in that one moment, universe existed to put us together.", John smiled to himself, also placing his jacket next to him, being a bit surprised at his own words, he wasn't cheesy, but romantic? He was that.

And he would never let any of his friends know that since well, it was an army and he didn't need Ghost going around the base telling everyone that their captain was softie.

"Since when are you that cheeky eh? Maybe Price doesn't make you do enough pushups at morning." Simon smirked at his friend and raised his hand to call the bartender,

"Its a quote, some of us are literate cinema vise mate", Mactavish smirked back at him leaning over the table, trying to reach for his cigars in his back pocket, "But she is bonnie, nonetheless.".

In washroom you tried to steady your breathing. You put your hand on your chest and closed eyes, but the only thing you could see was the man's eyes and his face. Girl quickly opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in big mirror that was placed on black and white tiles. (Y/n) looked at her face, noticing few spots where her make up was messed up, she pouted a bit and reached down on the sink for her purse, but her palm was met only with cold marble sink.

You quickly shot your gaze towards your hand, with your eyebrows furrowed. Eyes darting across the sink, around it and eventually around the whole washroom then the realisation hit you like a heavy boulder- you dropped your purse when you tripped, when he grabbed you.

"For fucks sake..", you muttered under the breath. It was enough humiliating that probably whole bar watched you stumble around like a new born deer and almost kiss the floor, but now you had to go retrieve your purse that was probably still on the ground and go back to washroom again looking like a lost highschool girl on the party.

You shook your head and realised that stupid anxiety attack got your judgment clouded- people fall every day, and they drop stuff everyday too.

The girl now straighten her posture, fixed her hair a bit and opened the door, exiting the cool room she was in before heading to the booth were she dropped her purse, but to her surprise the purse was not on the floor instead she heard familiar thick accent from the booth next to where she was standing,

"Looking for this lass?", the man waved with her purse smiling at her with one of his brows raised, his friend watching her, waiting for her next move.

You swallowed a big gulp, approaching the booth were the men were sitting slowly, taking your purse from the blue eyed man,

"Yes, thank you. Saving me from embarrassment.. Very noble of you.", you said with a now confident voice, not breaking eye contact with him. There was something about him, something unexplainable. It was like that with every second she looked at his face, at his slightly parted lips as a little smile formed on his face, you were losing grip on the time it was like a whole universe worked for you and him.

"Glad I could help ma'am. Those shoes do look dangerous, better watch your step.", the man spoke and she smiled at him, shyly nodding and turning around, breaking the eye contact with him, slowly walking towards her own booth where her friends were loud and drunk.

But every step you took was heavier than the last one, you didn't want to go there, you wanted to sit with him, smell that invading pine again, feel his touch again.. Was this alcohol that was in your bloodstream?

You stopped suddenly and took a deep breath, before turning on your heels and going back to the two man who were now smoking, their drinks were on their table as well.

"Oh screw it. Universe, dont make a fool out of me!", you thought internally as you approached back their booth, and both men looked up at you again.

"Do you need some help lassie? Are you feeling well?", the blue eyed man asked. You actually just now noticed that he had his hair styled as a mohawk and it suited him so nice, the scar over his eye stuck out as well.

You snapped out and shook your head in denial,

"Would you mind if I joined you for a drink?",

Ghost cleared his throat and looked away with a huge smirk over his face, avoiding John’s stern look. Mactavish moved himself to the left, leaving vacant place for the girl to sit and nodded his head down while putting out cigar that was already burned.

You sat next to him, smiling and biting inside of your cheek, leaving your purse on the edge of the table waving to the bartender to get his attention, you showed him universal sign for ‘another bottle’ and the man nod to you.

You returned your attention towards two men who were gazing at you the whole time.

"So, who wishes to start this AA meeting? How about you sir?", you pointed at men across from you. Both men cracked at your joke before the one you pointed at started talking,

"Name's Simon, that’s Soap- I mean John..", Simon barely held in his laugh looking away from the pair. You looked at men next to you and his jaw was clenched, he obviously didn't like that one.

"Y/N, nice to meet you fellas. This night needed some life in it. I was dying of boredom over at VIP's. Some fresh environment is nice..",

you smiled at John who was downing his beer, slowly he nod at the girl and the bartender finally came with your new bottle of Jack and three glasses for each of you.

"Put it on my bill, thanks.", you said and John eyed you as you opened the bottle of whiskey and poured everyone about a half of the glass, raising your own towards him as you finished. You smirked a bit, leaning towards him, unintentionally, your thigh subtly brushed against his light blue denim jeans.

"Cheers to not breaking bones and to concerned strangers.”, you said the words, slowly looking up at his eyes yet again.

John looked down at you, slowly colliding his glass with yours.

"Well, cheers to me I guess..", Simon muttered to himself and downed down the glass. You couldn't help but laugh sincerely, John joining you while rolling his eyes at Simon,

"Ghost getting ghosted, this will be the story to tell the mates back at camp for sure..".

You raised your eyebrow in confusion, leaving your glass on the table and crossing your legs, leaning back,

"Camp? What are you two like some secret agents or something?", you asked and John and Simon talked to you about their job deep into night. They explained their line or work as subtle as they could and shared some of the funniest moments from their missions with you.

John enjoyed your laugh, the way you blushed when you caught him looking at you, avoiding his gaze, how well your lips were glossed and your perfume that made him want to invade your neck and collarbone with small and soft kisses. He also noticed how soft your skin was when he "accidentally" touched your hand as you were reaching for the bottle, wanting to pour another drink.

It was about 3 in the morning when you turned around towards the bartender who was next to you, telling you and your new friends that the bar is closing in about five minutes. Your friends left long time ago, too drunk to even notice that you were gone or that you were now sitting elsewhere.

"Oh come on Gorge! Cant you see how much fun we are having here? Can’t you just lock us in or join us?", you blinked innocently at the bartender and it made man blush, ofcourse that didn't go unnoticed by Mactavish who cleared his throat subtly and put his hand around your shoulder. You turned your head, raising eyebrow at him and questioning what the hell he was doing.

"Come on lass, man has a job to do, a boss to answer to. We will get you to your hotel eh?", you chuckled at him, now relaxing into his touch, and he loved it. He softly rubbed exposed skin on your shoulder with his thumb and you inhaled sharply, smiling at him reaching for your purse and pulling out keys from your car,

"I drank a lot.. Who is driving lads?",

You closed the door of your Porsche and could hear Simon in the back seat whistle,

"It even has leather inside and tv in the back of the seat. Of course it does.. For gods sake (y/n), you could've just told us that you are rich. We would've distanced from you.", Riley made a joke and you laughed, turning around in your seat looking at Simon, as John started the car, slowly advancing towards the main street.

"I wouldn't trade time I had with you boys for nothing in this world. I haven't laughed like that in ages..",

Riley now looked at Mactavish on review mirror smirking,

"Soap, drop me off first and then take (y/n) back to her place. Base is just around the corner it will save her some gas.".

You eyed man who was driving now, waiting for his response, he groaned in response then he nodded slowly looking at you, before returning eyes to the road that was empty. The city was in deep sleep.

John parked infront of some old looking house and Simon chuckled, "Well this is my stop. I'll see ya in the morning mate, don't forget to freshen up, we will need you frosty eh?",

Simon said before he slammed the doors shut and swiftly disappeared into the house.

You looked at John and pouted a bit, he looked and you and wiggled his eyebrows playfully,

"Where to miss?", he put up his best British accent and you couldn't help but laugh at how silly he sounded.

"With you? To the stars.." you leaned on his shoulder and kicked down your heels, tucking your legs under your tights.

Mactavish took a deep breath, inhaling the sent of your perfume, before he started driving again, he reached for the radio and turned it on.

A soft tune of "Midnight" song was on it and you hummed in approval.

"You know, I feel like I should've met you long ago instead of wasting my time around, not knowing where am I going, what am I doing. I wish this night could last forever John, I wish I could be stuck in it forever.."

The man smiled and reached for one of your hands, locking his fingers with your smaller ones, his eyes never leaving the road.

"I want to show you one place, if you are not up for sleep yet lassie?"

You parted your head with his shoulder to look up at him, his face being illuminated by dim street lights, he looked so soft and like he didn't have any worry in the world.

"Aye sir, I am in your hands for the rest of this trip." you joked and he let out a huffed laugh, bringing your hand closer to his lips, kissing your knuckles, you watched him carefully, biting your lower lip as you felt the warmth spread throughout your entire body from just that tiny exchange of affection.

John parked the car, pulled the break and turned the machine off. He leaned back in the leather seat and looked at you, smile creeping around the corners of his mouth.

"Take my jacket, it can be windy up here."

He said and reached in the back seat for his jacket, handing it to you. You took it into your hands and looked around you, it was quiet and dark all around. Not single lamp post or anything was in the vicinity, only the headlights that John left on, and the soft tune of radio that still played.

"There is nothing here, and honestly it feels like a horror movie. Am I about to be murdured  and thrown from this cliff John?"

Mactavish just chuckled and opened the car doors on his side,

"Do you trust me lass?", he asked as he leaned on the car roof, peeking inside and looking at you.

"Do I trust man I just met in local bar to exit my car, my only way of escaping, and obey him to walk into my own funeral? Sure yeah, here I come.." you said with playful tone as you stepped out of your car, flinging his black jacket over your shoulders and sliding your arms into it. It smelled like him and you buried your nose into the collar of jacket, closing your eyes and getting lost in the man's perfume mixed with aftershave. You were about to close the doors of the car when John cut you off,

"Don't close the doors, we won't be able to hear the music".

He was now behind you, towering over your smaller frame and your heart skipped the beat as you turned around to face him.

He slowly reached for your hips and without any hesitation or struggle, swayed you off your bare feet and lifted you up. You instinctively warped your arms around his neck smiling at him.

"You need to stop watching that many horror movies, they will rot your pretty brain"

He smiled at you with his eyes, looking down at your parted lips. Your face being right infront of his, possibly few inches away since he could feel your breath on his skin, and you could feel his. Blush creeped around your cheeks and he put you down on the hood of the car that was still warm from the engine. Your hands left his neck, but he still remained between your legs, not letting your hips just yet. You could've swore that his eyes were shining that night, you knew it was not possible, that your brain was seeing tings the way it wanted to, but you still chose to believe that impossible was possible in that moment.

His shadow that was casted due to headlights now moved, and with deep inhale his grip left your hips and you bit your lip. You felt disappointed and empty, you wanted him to lean in closer, you wanted to taste him and to seal the deal, but he moved away, hopping on the hood with ease, next to you, and leaning down on the windshield, one hand behind his head and other stretched out across the hood. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and slowly nodded towards his hand.

You pouted but soon enough curled against him, resting your head on his arm and softly gliding your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat under your palm.

In response he softly put his fingers in your hair, massaging your head in circular moves.

"Look up lass, the sky is beautiful tonight. No clouds, just stars blinking and shining somewhere out there, far, far away. Haven't seen this in a while."

You listened to his words and followed his gaze up towards the sky. He was right, it was indeed beautiful. Dark blue mixed with dozen blinking lights looking back at you and him. Moon was nowhere to be found however. And then it struck you, the whole moment was inscribed into your memory- his soft breathing, the glitter in his eyes, the soft music that was playing from inside the car, the murmur of water somewhere in the distance, the ruffle of the leaves and grass that were moved by soft breeze and your eyes watered a bit, you really wanted to live in this moment forever, to lie on his arm forever and to gaze at the same stars forever.

John noticed the hard breathing next to him and faced you with soft smile "Dont cry lass, I more like you smiling, it suits you better. Can't say the same for those shoes.. Those didn't work for you that well eh?" you chucked through the tears and felt his thumb on your cheek as he wiped one stray tear.

"I just want to be here forever.. Like this. With you next to me. If I had one chance to freeze the time it would be right now, right here with you so I could look at your eyes filled with thousand stars forever, counting them slowly one by one, never getting bored of you." the girl said softly pulling herself closer to him. John smiled and kissed her hair softly.

"Funny how you are telling me the words I should be telling you bonnie. Maybe this is just a dream eh? Maybe we will wake up from it feeling empty..I know that I will miss you when I am gone.. Now, tell me who broke your heart?"

John said with whisper, still gazing up at the stars, slowly closing his eyes.

"Life did. But its nothing you can't fix.." you said quietly, blushing and looking up at him. He opened the eyes and looked back at you, his eyes trailing every line of your face, trying to remember all the features of it as he leaned in and slowly kissed your forehead.

"Dance with me?" He asked and you smiled up at him.

"I dont have any shoes on." you replied as with one swift move he pulled you off the car .

"That is nothing I can't fix." he smirked a bit and lifted you up from the car, telling you to stand on his shoes.

"John no, I am heavy." you chuckled as his hands held you close to him, his hands under his jacket, one placed on small of your back and one firmly held your hip, your feet now on his shoes, and he started moving slowly in tune of "Gloria" by Midnight that was on radio station at the moment.

"Bollocks, you are light as a feather, I can't even feel you. Do you even eat something or you just drink every day?" He joked and you laughed, throwing your hands over his head, locking them behind his neck.

"Captain Mactavish, stop teasing me and kiss me. I demand that action." you ran your hand over back of his head, feeling the tingles on your palm from his fresh shaven hair cut.

He looked down at you, lingering his eyes on your lips that were smirking a bit, slowly closing distance between the two, teasingly.

He pressed his cold lips on yours and you closed your eyes, wanting to remember every single moment and every move he made.

He slowly moved his hand up and down your back, inviting you to deepen the kiss which you accepted. He kissed you slowly, with passion with every move. He was spilling all of his emotions right then and there, he held you like was afraid that you will disappear from his arms, like he wouldn't be able to touch you or feel you. Your heart feel heavy, and you swore he could hear it since it was crashing against your ribcage. 

John slowly parted with your lips, looking into your eyes, his forehead resting on yours,

"After I am done with next mission, I will steal you and take you away so we can count all of the starts together, alright?" He asked and you nodded in approval slowly.

"Promise you wont forget?" You blinked up at him and he softly leaned in and kissed your lips again, kiss that was assuring and warm.

"I will be back in two days, wait for me here and be ready for a trip.", he softly brushed his nose on yours and you smiled wide at him, the universe was on your side, fate was on your side. It gifted him to you, to keep him and to cherish him, that whole night was like a fever dream, it almost didn't feel real- but it was. He was there and you were with him, swaying to the music slowly, kissing and feeling each other praying that sun wont come up just yet..

In two days you were at the same spot, your truck filled with all your stuff you needed.

You paced around the car excited, wanting to have his arms around you again, wanting to kiss him again... But he never showed up.

You never saw him again. You visited the bar often, you went to the house where you left his friend that night but the house was not there, it was demolished not long ago.

John disappeared without the trace, just the way he came into your life, unnoticed.

You never heard from him again. It was like that whole night was just a distant dream you had, and you would believe it if it wasn't for his jacket that was in your closet, his smell still lingering on it.

Years have passed, you never quite moved on, settling for a man who was nothing like John, but he cared for you, he really did.

Treating you right, bringing you flowers for every 14th of February, never forgetting anniversary or your birthday.

He didn't have stars in his eyes, he never took you to that place, never made you fall in love with him in bare hours, but he was enough. You had a nice house in nice neighbourhood and you lived a nice life with him.

You were at kitchen, preparing a lunch for your husband and you, when you heard a bell ring of your doors. You swiftly cleaned your hands and rushed to open the door.

"Yes?" You said as handle turned and the door opened.

Man who you never met before stood before you. He had small blue eyes, his beard was a bit weird but it suited him nice. He had a brown hair, and looked like life never treated him with ease.

"Can I help you sir?" You questioned the stranger and he nodded affirmative

"You are a hard one to find (y/n). Took me long enough.. Name's John Price, I have something for you.", he said and pulled white small envelope from his pocket handing it to you

"What is this sir? How do you know my name?" He smiled sadly at you and turned around being ready to leave when he stopped in his tracks, not facing you still.

"I am sorry. Wish I did more." .

He said and you were more confused than ever, you watched as man left your property and you closed the door, looking at the envelope that was in your hand. It was a bit heavy, but only on one side of it.

You rushed to the living room, where you sat down and opened it.

Dog tags fell out from them, they were cleaned recently, but the rust on them was noticeable still.

"John Mactavish"

ARMY

Some numbers and rest were scribbled from them.

Your heart dropped and your lips parted, eyes already filled with tears that slowly left your eye, falling down your cheek.

In the envelope was also a paper, it had blood stains on it. You tried wiping your eyes and reading it.

"I want to invite you for a walk,

To a quiet place; In the moor.

When the breeze sings midnight,

One if those nights- the moon is full.

A restless pounding invades in my heart,

When I think of my confidants-

The stars.

If they could only speak ,

What would they say?

If you could hear them talk.

For they know of my fondness for you,

And that in my thoughts

There is no other one.

If only the stars could speak

They will tell you that I love you,

They would ask you,

To love me back."

You hugged the peace of paper like it was John himself and let your tears fall freely whispering to yourself and to the paper like he could hear you, like he was the one in your arms instead of this bloody peace of paper.

“I do love you John.. I never stopped.”.

A soothing closure fell over you. Now he was the star somewhere up in the sky, looking over at you every night you faced the sky, waiting for you to join him one day.

[beccascribbles]

omegaverse au. iwaizumi is eager to learn more about you, leading to many a question aimed oikawa’s way... and so, the courting begins.

warnings - light swearing

word count - 1.6k

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Since that day, he found himself craving your presence. This lead to continually pestering Oikawa to invite you whenever they would spend time together. Naturally, you were drawn to him too, taken in by his caring nature and the respect others clearly held for him. It was through these interactions that you began to build a relationship with the alpha. An easy friendship formed, though it was clear there was something different about your relationship. For one, Iwaizumi was far more protective of you than he was of his other omega friends, a fact you weren’t aware of that Oikawa could clearly see. Oikawa also noted the way you gravitated towards Iwaizumi, sticking close to his side and shooting glares at other omegas who looked his way for too long. But, at least as far as Oikawa could tell, neither of you were aware of the attraction.

For once, his observation skills had failed him. For both of you, the attraction was clear from the moment you met. This had only been solidified on the return of his jacket. 

Selfishly, you had held onto it for a week until his scent began to fade. While at home, you would find yourself wrapping it around you as you sat at your desk, the scent offering you some measure of comfort as you stressed over your homework. Before leaving the room, you would hide it in any place your scent was strongest, knowing how strict your parents were in regards to the courting process. If they knew you had somehow gained an item of clothing from anyone other than Oikawa, they would be furious. Therefore, by the time you returned it to Iwaizumi, it was coated in the scent of you. You supposed you could have washed it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to remove your scent from the article. Subconsciously, you wanted others to at least be aware that this alpha would be yours.

He had taken it from you wordlessly, though it was clear from the way his nostrils flared and eyes darkened, that he could tell your scent was all over the item. As you watched, he pulled off the hoodie he had been wearing, replacing it with the jacket you had just returned. It filled you with pride to see him wearing an article of clothing that smelt of you, and only you. Iwaizumi took note of your reaction. “Here.”

He handed you the hoodie. It was a soft grey, the colour faded from constant use. You took it from him, giving it a quick sniff. Perfect. The scent of him oozed from the article and you hugged it to your chest, a shiver of delight running up your spine. “Thank you.”

“Wear it,” he commanded. Your eyes flicked up to his, a questioning look on your face. He let out a sigh. “I want to see what you look like, to know once again what you smell like wrapped in my scent.”

A smile pulled at the corners of your lips as his face flushed a bright red. “Oh, is that what you want? Do I need to remind you that I’m not yours yet?”

He stepped closer to you, and you leant against the wall, gazing up at him with a playful smirk on your face. Heat radiated off him, warming you to your core. “And do I need to remind you, omega, that I saw the pride in your face when I wore something that smelt of you? I think you understand exactly how I feel right now.”

There was no arguing with that. His gaze was intense. With his help, you pulled it over your head, striking a pose once it hung from your frame. “Happy now?”

He flicked your head lightly before moving out of your personal space. “Very.”

From that day onward, you would meet up in secret when ever you could. If it happened before school, you would greet him with food that you had made that morning. He would always accept it, the pride he felt at knowing you were doing this only for him indescribable. Occasionally, he would return your gift with one of his own: another article of clothing freshly scented for you to wear, a book he knew you had been wanting to read. If it happened late at night, you sneak out to see him in one of his hoodies. During these times, it would be touch that you craved, happily curling up against him as he held you close. Before you knew what was happening, you realised you were falling hard and Iwaizumi felt it too. He felt empty without you beside him. He needed you with him so much that he had taken to carrying around one of your hairbands. It was small, portable and, more importantly, smelled like you.

During one of your nightly meet ups, you decided to broach the topic of your very traditional and strict parents.

“Hajime, before this gets too serious, I think you need to talk to my parents, especially my dad,” you said. He looked down at you, confusion clear in his features.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “I’m already courting you. It’s not like their disapproval will change much now.”

“That’s not the point,” you sighed. “You’re not even supposed to be courting me. My parents are very traditional. That’s just how it’s done in my family. Before you can court me, you’re supposed to meet with my dad and formally request permission.”

“So I’m supposed to meet with your dad, pretend I haven’t been courting you for the past month, and then effectively start from scratch?”

“Well, my feelings won’t change so, in that sense, you’re not starting completely from scratch.”

A couple of days later, you opened the door to greet Iwaizumi. He was dressed smartly in dark jeans and a button up. In his hand, he clutched a bouquet of dark red carnations, lavender rose and amaryllis. The meaning behind it wasn’t lost on you, and wouldn’t be lost on your mother either. You gave him a reassuring grin before ushering him into the house. With him trailing you, you walked to the living room where your father and mother waited. Immediately, your mother’s gaze was drawn to the flowers while your father studied the young alpha behind you.

Awkwardly, Iwaizumi tapped you on the shoulder, holding out the flowers for you to take. “These are for you. I got my mum to help me pick the right ones so I hope you like it.”

You smiled up at him, allowing your fingers to linger on his before pulling away, hoping the touch would ease his nerves. “Thank you, Iwaizumi. They’re lovely.”

Your mother swooped in, taking you by the arm to lead you from the room. “Let’s leave the alphas to talk shall we? Besides, I want to talk to you about those flowers.”

As you were pulled from the room, you gave Iwaizumi one last smile, before allowing your mother to lead you to the kitchen.

“Red carnations. Deep love and affection,” she mused. “Amaryllis. Given to someone you find incredibly beautiful but also value beyond their beauty. Lavender rose. Enchantment and love at first sight. Not to mention I’ve been smelling that pine needles scent on you more often. Though, even if I hadn’t, the growing pile of clothes covered in his scent and all the new books was a dead give away, as well as your increasing interest in cooking. So, do you want to tell me how long you’ve been courting each other?”

You gaped at your mother in shock. She was more observant than you gave her credit for. Immediately, your mind went to Iwaizumi. If your mother knew, it was highly likely your father was also aware. This meant you could have potentially left Iwaizumi in a room with a furious alpha. “Does Dad know?”

“I’m sure he figured out as soon as he smelt the boy.”

“Shit,” you cursed, sprinting from the room. As you drew closer to the living room, you came to a stop. Was that a laugh? There was no way they could be laughing together right now.

“You might as well come in y/n,” called your father. “It’s rude to listen in on other people’s conversations.”

“I’ve only just got here,” you huffed, throwing open the door, a scowl on your face. You pointed a figure at your father. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

“We wanted to see how long it would take you to introduce us to him,” chuckled your father, surprisingly amicable for a man who knew his daughter had been sneaking out to meet with an alpha. “You’ve picked a great alpha. Although, I would prefer you didn’t sneak out at night to meet up with him.”

Sheepishly, you looked down at the floor. Iwaizumi chuckled at your embarrassment. Your father’s attention snapped to him like a dog finding new prey. “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you, Iwaizumi. I’m not pleased with you for convincing her to sneak out. I hope you understand that kind of behaviour won’t be tolerated from now on.”

“Don’t worry, sir, I won’t ask her to sneak out to meet me,” he promised.

You sat next to him on the sofa, leaning in to whisper into his ear. “That doesn’t mean you can’t sneak in.”

In answer, he took your hand, interlocking your fingers, and brushed a kiss against your temple. You leaned your head against his shoulder, nose brushing against the scent gland in his neck.

Your mother, who had followed you from the kitchen, watched the interaction with a faint smile. She was certain you had found the one you would be able to call yours. Iwaizumi was certain of this fact too. You were his and he was yours.

[underworld-of-imagines]

Alone - Spencer Reid

Prompt: “Did you get any sleep last night?”

TW: Heavy mentions of death, angst

A/N: Hey guys so this is something I worked on for a few days. I got the idea from a list of dialogue prompts I have.

Part 2

“Why didn’t you save me?”

You shot up like a bullet, your heart racing as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. The cold air burned your lungs as you drew in deep breaths, your ears still ringing from the nightmare. Your sweat-soaked shirt clung to your body, leaving a sticky residue over your skin.

Glancing at your alarm clock you let out a big groan, 4:23AM, you had barely made it 2 hours.

Knowing you wouldn’t make it back to sleep, you dragged yourself out of bed and into your kitchen. Tipping out your now cold coffee, you set about making a new hot cup to awaken your mind for the excruciatingly long day ahead. The bitter coffee burned your tongue, too lazy to care about the taste or burning you downed the cup quickly. You filled the cup again, downing it once more before throwing the cup into the over-piling sink.

The nightmares since your sisters death had been relentless, torturing you past the point of exhaustion. Avery, your sister, was killed by a drunk driver a mere two weeks ago. You weren’t very close to your younger sister, but still her sudden and painful death left you with a myriad of nightmares that followed. Your parents had already died, quite a few years ago, leaving only you and your sister to carry on the family line. But now, you were the only one left, left alone to deal with the aftermath of your sister’s death.

Hell, you and your sister weren’t close. In fact, you couldn’t be more opposite from each other. But that didn’t stop the love you had for her. Sure, you fought, every sibling fights every now and then. She didn’t approve of your work and you didn’t approve of hers; yours was dangerous, hers wasn’t enough to support her. You made it work though. Because you loved your sister.

And now, she was gone, just like your parents.

Your apartment seemed empty, no one else had ever lived there, but the hole in your heart made a hole in your apartment. You were alone. The photos of your family that you once proudly displayed now sat in a box, painful memories of everything you had lost.

Tired of standing in your apartment, you reached for your car keys before leaving the apartment. Driving was one of your favourite ways to get things off of your mind. You didn’t have to think of the pain, or the loss. It was just you and the road.

4am meant mostly empty roads, and tired drivers who wanted to be anywhere else but there. Except for you, you were wide awake and looking for the perfect distraction from your thoughts. Turning on the radio, you waited for a quiet sad song to start playing before pulling out of your apartment’s parking lot. It was the perfect distraction.

After a few hours of driving, you got a call from Hotch on your way back to your apartment.

“We got a case; briefing is in 30 minutes.” He announced sharply before hanging up. Letting out a loud sigh, you turned around and drove back towards the office. Luckily, you had thought ahead and thrown your go bag into the backseat of your car, along with a change of clothes for work. You weren’t really planning on heading home before work started. Instead, hoping that you’d find something to entertain yourself with.

“Y/L/N, how nice of you to join us.” Emily teased jokingly as you rushed into the briefing room, breathless from the quick change you had done.

“Sorry, long night.” You apologised before sitting in your seat, the tablets being handed around by Penelope.

“Oh, was he good?” Emily said teasingly.

“Um, what?” You questioned. Confused, you looked at her before realising that she thought you were with a guy.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Derek asked, his eyes watching you carefully. You glanced at him nervously, avoiding his eyes. He already knew the answer, they all did.

Hotch cleared his throat, drawing the room’s attention back to the case at hand.

“Okay, so we have a murdered couple in Sheridan, Wyoming. It’s a small town with about 18,000 people. The local police department have done some investigating but came up with no viable leads. This is believed to be the third couple murdered in a string of crimes. We’ve been asked to come in and help catch the unsub.” JJ explained, pictures flashing up on the screen of the couple.

You zoned out, focusing on the photo of the female on the screen. Her black hair was the same colour of your sisters, her lips the same shade of pink. She looked scarily like your sister, so much so, that if your sister weren’t already dead, you’d be convinced that it was her.

“Y/N, come on we’re leaving in 30 minutes.” Reid announced, nudging your side almost painfully to bring you out of your trance.

Spencer was your closest friend at the BAU, you told him everything, from a book you read, to some interesting fact you had found out. You knew about his mum, and even had gone to meet her with him once. But this is something you wanted to keep to yourself, you didn’t want pity, or help – you just wanted to get over how you were feeling. Admittedly, you had hoped there was something more between you and him, but he never acted, so you assumed it was just platonic for him.

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded before standing up and leaving the room hastily, you didn’t want Reid to know why you were acting so weird. He was a genius; he’d figure it out somehow.

*****

You wrapped your jacket tighter around your body as the chills set into your bones. For some ungodly reason, the air-conditioning on the plane was always colder than necessary, and you always needed a jacket for the ride. Jokingly, your sister used to call you lizard, because of the fact that you were always cold, no matter the temperature outside.

“So, anybody got any ideas?” Hotch asked as you sat around the plane, everyone moving closer to discuss the case. You zoned out of the conversation; your eyes warily trained on the closed file in before you.

“Y/L/N go visit the last crime scene.” You zoned back into the conversation, focusing on Hotch who was sitting across from you. “The families of those victims are on their way, so we’ll touch base with them when they arrive.” Hotch assigned your roles, leaving you to continue looking over the cases on your way to the location.

*****

“Mr. Morrison was killed over here, coroner put his death at before Miss. Turner’s, who was killed in the bedroom.” You followed the officer into the bedroom, unconsciously taking notes of both the victim’s lives and their deaths.

“Were there any signs of sexual assault on the female?” You questioned, averting your eyes from the large blood stain on the bed.

“Not from what we could tell, although it seems like the killer may have positioned the body postmortem.” Around the room there were several photos of the seemingly happy couple, as well as some of their respective families. Walking over to the nightstand you noticed the slightly open bottom drawer.

“Has this been searched?” You questioned, pointing towards the open drawer before you.  

“No.” Usually you refrained from looking into one’s personal lives so much, but you needed to find any link you could between the victims.

Bending down, you opened the bottom drawer. Inside the drawer were a pile of magazines and catalogues, all about weddings and relationships. On top, was a black velvet box with a small silver leaf imprinted on it. Opening it, you saw that it was empty, the engagement ring missing from the box.

“Was she found with an engagement ring?” You questioned, examining the back of the box.  

“No, she wasn’t.” You showed the empty box to the officer, who eyed it curiously.

“So, where’s the ring?”

*****

Cold water dripped down your face, chilling your skin as you leaned against the basin, your elbows resting on the counter. The cold-water working miracles to awaken your mind again, shocking you into a state of semi-consciousness. Sucking in a deep breath, you splashed your face with more cold water again before looking up at your reflection in the mirror. You looked beyond exhausted, sunken, dark purple eyebags, pale skin, slightly sunken in skin. It was a wonder you hadn’t passed out from exhaustion entirely.

The door to the bathroom opened, Emily stepping into the small space. She quickly noticed you, and your distressed appearance. You watched as she cautiously stepped towards you, her hand extended out slightly.

“Y/N?” She asked, her hand resting gently on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You held your composure as you dried your face, forcing your lips into a gentle smile.

“Yeah, just been a rough day. This case isn’t easy,” you lied. Profiling made lying come easy to you, you could lie through your teeth about almost anything now.

“Bullshit. Something is wrong, the whole team can tell. You’ve been hurting for weeks. You obviously haven’t been sleeping, and you’re distracted almost all of the time. We’re worried about you,” tears pricked at your eyes as Emily spoke, her words hitting deep into your heart. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.” She assured, her hand gently rubbing your back in circular motions.

“My sister-” you choked, the ball in your throat hardening, “she was killed in a car accident. Drunk driver.” Emily let out a painful sigh, her arms pulling you into a tight hug. “It happened about 2 weeks ago; I haven’t been able to sleep since.” You admitted, the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell us?” She questioned, tears pricking at her eyes as well.

“Because I need to deal with it on my own. I can’t take time off, the team needs me, victims need me. But I’m getting better,” you forced a smile to try and convince her of your words.

“You need time to heal Y/N. We can find a way to manage without you. You’re all alone in this aren’t you?” Reluctantly, you nodded your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. “I’m sorry,” she apologised. “Taking some time off might help you though. It’s easy to tell that you’re exhausted and not working at your best. Nobody will blame you; we just want what’s best for you.” She reminded, her words full of warmth and heart.

“Thank you,” your voice was quiet, but she smiled, nonetheless.

“We’re here for you.”

*****

The door to Hotch’s office swung in, Hotch stood on the other side of the doorway, a grim expression on his face.

“Y/N, come on in.” You nodded, following him into the large office that you had only seen a few times. “What’s the meaning of this meeting?” He questioned, his eyes not averting from yours.

“I-I’d like to request some time off sir. My sister passed away a few weeks ago, and I thought I could handle it and work. But I haven’t been able to,” you admitted, hanging your head in shame. Anyone else on the team could have handled grieving and work, or at least separated the two from one another. You couldn’t, everywhere you went, your sister was there. Everything you did, she was there.

“Why didn’t you tell us Y/N?” Hotch’s body relaxed, a sad expression washing over his face.

“I didn’t feel like you guys needed to know.” You admitted shamefully, regret laced into your words.

“We’re your team Y/N, you should have told us.” He chastised; his voice thick with sadness.

“I know sir, I’m sorry I didn’t.” You paused in silence for a minute, the air thick as you thought of your actions. “Can I take a few weeks off sir? I promise it won’t be long, I just need some time to grieve and sort through things,” you assured, your eyes pleading.

“Of course, Y/N, take however long you need.” He reached for a piece of paper, handing it to you. “Just fill this out and send it back to me in a few days. I’ll sort out the rest.” Grateful, you took the piece of paper out of his hand, holding it gently in your own.

“Thank you, sir, see you when I come back.” You appreciated, shaking his hand briefly before walking out of the office.

The bullpen was now empty, everyone having already left to go home for a few days after the long case. You had successfully caught the killer, right before he killed another couple. Turns out he had been hunting couples looking to get engaged, because his ex-girlfriend had turned down his proposal.

The team had agreed to go out for drinks after the case, to celebrate yet another win. You had opted out of going to the bar, instead lying that you had some things you wanted to do. It wasn’t a complete lie. But thankfully, the boys had believed it. JJ and Garcia were a bit more suspicious. Emily just watched you warily, already knowing what you were going to do when you got home.

Since you had told her of your sister, she was more than understanding of your actions. And even helped you out by bringing you coffee and checking in on you. She was one of your closest friends, and you were ever grateful for her.

Grabbing your bag, you packed away some important stuff from your desk before looking around the empty bullpen – it was your home away from home. Letting out a small sigh, you hitched your bag over your shoulder before walking out of the bullpen, aware of Hotch watching you walk towards the elevators.

*****

~3RD PERSON POV~

“Hey, has anyone heard from Y/N lately?” Derek question as he walked into the break area, everyone was spread around the small area, chatting between themselves. Emily stayed quiet, glancing at Hotch who was now paying attention to current issue. The team had a right to know at least something for your sudden disappearance.

“Some things happened recently, and Y/N needed to take some time off to deal with them.” Emily spoke up, being careful not to release any telling information. Knowingly, Hotch glanced at her, he didn’t know that Emily knew, but now it made sense since Y/N wouldn’t have gone to him without being pushed.

“She was pretty out of it for the past few weeks,” JJ pointed out. The team had picked up on your behaviour and knew something was wrong from the day after her death, when you walked in late with bloodshot eyes.

“Team, Y/N took some time off for personal reasons. I can’t go much into it, but a family member passed away and she was struggling with the situation. She requested some time off to deal. I know it hasn’t been easy for her lately, so please, can we stop speculating and give her privacy.” Hotch requested, putting his coffee mug back down on the bench. Spencer glanced up at him, his eyes full of concern as he profiled his supervisor.

“Excuse me,” he muttered, standing up and grabbing his coffee. He hurried back to his desk, quickly sitting down, and sending you a hasty text.

S: Are you okay?

He waited for what seemed like forever for your response. It was only a few minutes before his phone dinged with a response.

You: So, you found out?

He ignored the pain of your harsh response as he quickly typed a response.

S: Why didn’t you tell me?

You: I didn’t feel the need to. I didn’t want anyone to find out. Emily convinced me to tell Hotch after she cornered me on the last case.

S: I thought we were close though?

You: Spencer, we are close. But this is something I wanted to deal with on my own.

He sensed your hesitation in the text, the lie that you blatantly told. Spencer knew you better than anyone, he could read you like a book. You couldn’t get anything past him.

S: Do you want me to come over?

He watched carefully as the three dots appeared and disappeared a few times. Letting out a groan, he put his phone down, he knew you needed someone to help, to talk to. But he couldn’t help but feel stupid for asking. Obviously, you didn’t want him around, or you would have told him earlier.

You: Please

With that simple word, he jumped up and practically ran over to the break area. His pleading eyes looked at Hotch, and before he could even open his mouth, Hotch spoke.

“Go,” Hotch acquiesced. He knew that you needed someone, and Spencer was the someone you needed.

Part 2

[thepeakyfckingblinders]

Insānĭa || Alfie Solomons x reader || Part One

↬ Part Two ↫      

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Anon requested/summary: “Hi luv can you write a Jealous Alfie that's leads to in ur words good old fashioned rough sex pretty please 😉”

Warnings: swearing, dirty talking, smut, rough sex, oral sex, jealous Alfie getting me on my knees

Author’s notes:

Sooo, I’ve definitely decided to use this kind of titles for fics about strong feelings such as jealousy because Latin is a magnificent, very expressive language that allows you to grasp every single shade of a word and fully understand its meaning

I had to split this in two since it was awfully long, part two will be out in the next hours!

Alfie -and Tom Hardy in general- is one of my most remote wet dreams, I truly hope I did a good job with this one ♡

I’m sorry for being this late, but I’ve been really busy in the past days and writing is never just easy, it demands concentration and effort, plus I don’t want you to be disappointed, so I’m always extra accurate while working. I hope this is worth the wait!

Let me know what you think and tell me if this is what you expected  ♡

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also, please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

Insānĭa  [insaniă], insaniae feminine noun I declension  1. madness, insanity 2. fury, frenzy 3. excess, extravagance 4. profligacy, luxury

The dark green brocade of your dress flawlessly embraced your body, creating a ravishing contrast between the bright colour of  that precious fabric and your y/s/c velvet skin, as you gave a final glimpse at the mirror, appreciating what you saw for once. That surprising realization made a small smile appear on your ruby lips and you brushed behind your pearled ear a stand of your hair escaped from your fine coiffure, before finally leaving Alfie’s office, headed to the great hall of the distillery where an important business dinner was about to take place. Actually, your fiancé hardly ever involved you in his working life, indeed he always tried to keep you safe, far away from the atrocities of that cruel world, almost like you were his rare rose under a bell jar, he would’ve never let anything happen to you, at the cost of his own life. But that was a special occasion and it demanded an exception: Alfie had finally succeeded in reaching an agreement with a new Italo-American partner, in order to expand his traffic in rum all the way to the Americas; consequently, that opulent feast was arranged not only to celebrate, but also to define the ultimate details of their recent deal, and your presence was required too. Entering the huge room already half full of people, you immediately waved your hand at Ollie who was friendly smiling in your direction, before your eyes went looking for your boyfriend, finding him seconds later, while he was busy talking with who you assumed to be Mr. Antonio Fontana. As you approached them, you had to admit to yourself that Alfie’s latest business associate was, without a doubt, one of the most charming men you’d ever seen; his tall, muscular figure stroke a thrilling fear into you, as his dark greedy eyes examined your body with surgical precision and, when you eventually found yourself right in front of him with flushed cheeks, a slight smirk formed on his fleshy lips surrounded by a hint of beard, just as black as his curly hair.

You remained caught up in your inappropriate thoughts, unable to pronounce a single word, until a strong arm unexpectedly harpooned your waist, catapulting you back into real life, and you recognized Alfie’s intense cologne as it forcefully filled your nostrils. Only then you raised your eyes at him, noticing an irritated look contaminating his sublime masculine features, still you didn’t manage to say anything because, just as you attempted to open your mouth, Antonio’s deep voice overtook you, capturing your attention again.

“May I ask who this stunning creature is?” Although that question was in effect addressed to Alfie, your guest’s impudent gaze entangled yours once more, as he held your right hand, leaving a brief kiss on the ardent skin of its dorsum; his strategical sweet-talk, along with his sudden gallant gesture, inevitably intensified the blush on your face, preventing you to look the other way, so you simply kept your irises locked with his.

“I’m y/n ...” Before your full name could leave your red lips, Alfie nonchalantly took your tiny hand from his, sending him an indecipherable, unsettling glare in stark contrast with his apparently mild voice, while his fingers automatically stroked his long beard .

“Antonio, this is Y/n y/l/n, my lovely wife-to-be” That last appellative in particular was marked with far too much emphasis as his strong hand, still laid on your side, gently pulled your back closer to his vigorous torso covered by a creamy-white shirt and black jacket; already bothered by all of that impudence, he was obviously making it clear that you were not available, still the half Italian just didn’t seem to care and continued to shamelessly court you, right under Alfie’s harsh stare.

“This means it’s not too late for you to make a better choice, angel” Antonio’s grin widened while he spoke those insolent words, making his black eyes blatantly travel from your mouth to your deep neckline, his tongue slithered on his bottom lip in a salacious movement as he lingered on the soft skin of your chest. You felt your fiancé’s fists brutally clench, moreover his muscular arms visibly tautened together with his large shoulders, and you knew he wouldn’t have contained his anger for much longer, still, before your spellbound brain could start working again, your rambling mouth raced beyond the point of no return.

“Guess it’s never too late”

You said lightly and, as soon as you realized how idiotic your answer was, your eyelids snapped wide open with absolute panic for the likely destructive consequences of your foolishness; however, to your great surprise, nothing of what you expected actually happened. Alfie was still holding you tight, his heavy breaths slightly betrayed his attempt to remain calm: he was well aware that the deal with the Americans was way too important for him to ruin everything at a few inches from the finish line, so he just had recourse to all his self-control and somehow managed not to blow his shareholder’s head off his neck right on the spot. He simply cleared his throat before speaking again. “You know, my friend, we are businessmen, aren't we?”  Your boyfriend’s husky voice revealed a hint of edginess, even though he was using his usual unintelligible tone  “And as a businessman, there’s only one fucking thing I demand when it comes to my affairs, and that’s respect, ‘cause respect, mate, is fucking sacred, innit?” His tattooed hand drew a few little circles in the air as his brows and mouth raised simultaneously, giving birth to a brief pretentious expression.  “I mean, no matter how hard I want to, I can’t just break into your house and fuck your mother under your bloody eyes, eh? That wouldn’t be right, mate” Antonio looked at him with a cheeky smile never leaving his face, and again he chose to totally ignore those veiled warnings, his attention utterly moved to your silhouette once more and his fingers dared to move a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Amico mio*, I think when you desire something so bad, you have to take it, even if it meant breaking the rules”

With fiery blood both in his greenish eyes and on the palms of his hands, due to the nails now wedged in his own flesh, Alfie abruptly breathed out, ready to assault his new sworn enemy and probably kill him right there and then, without a second thought; luckily, you were able to read him like a book, so, with great timing, you successfully avoided a bloodbath by yanking his arm, in order to dissuade him from the violent intentions crowding his turbulent mind. “Mr. Fontana, if you’ll excuse us for a few minutes, I just remembered I need help with a couple of things before our dinner is served” You put on an apologetic smile, starting to back off towards Alfie’s private room while dragging him with you “Please, take a seat, we’ll be back in a moment”

As soon as the two of you entered the main office, you quickly closed the door along with the curtains, conscious of how hard it was to cope with your man’s wrath, especially when it came to other blokes brazenly flirting with you. “What the hell was that, eh?” Alfie furiously removed his jacket, carelessly throwing it on the floor, his hoarse voice echoed between the walls almost astonishing you, as he approached your minute figure with a literally livid look. “How dare you eye-shag that fucking wop, in my own fucking home! He was practically about to put his dick in you right in front of me; and you would’ve fucking let him!”  His savage screaming paused for a short instant when he spasmodically messed up his hair, madly pulling its tips in a desperate effort to hold back his rage.

On the other hand, you simply couldn’t take your eyes off him: whenever he got angry, the way veins swelled in his solid neck and half-exposed forearms drove you crazy, you were in a haze as you kept staring at his manly features pursed in such a cursed yet handsome expression, and if that wasn’t hot enough, his muscular body tensed several times, showing all of its virile glory, while he continued to shout at you. “I don’t even know why the hell I haven't killed that cunt yet! Maybe I should just go and rip his throat open” A familiar heat began to rise in your belly and you tactically sat on his desk, viciously martyrizing your bottom lip with your teeth, determined to tease him a little more, in order to eventually get what you were craving. “Oh, c’mon, love, no need to be this irascible! He is a gorgeous man, you can’t deny that” In truth, you couldn’t care less about that eyetie, still you kept using that coquettish tone, knowing how easy it was for you to find his weak spot, indeed Alfie immediately got close to your face, slightly squeezing his menacing eyes. “Are you fucking trying to make me mad on purpose, y/n? eh?” His palms loudly collided with the wooden surface on each side of your legs, his plump lips were now only a few inches apart from yours, his hot breath warming your flushed cheeks as you pierced his dilated pupils with a lustful gaze.

“Maybe.”

*Amico mio = My friend

@namelesslosers

[exquisitley-obsessed]

Pieces of People - Part 13

Author: @exquisitley-obsessed

Summary: Vampire y/n returns to Mystic Falls after finding out her friend Stefan Salvatore has gone off the rails with blood, what she doesn’t expect to happen is find out her deep-rooted connections with the Mikaelson family, in particular – Elijah.

Word Count: 4305

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: Maybe some swearing, mentions of killing briefly

A/N: It’s been a while ahaha, but better late than never. I forgot how much I love this story (and Elijah) thank you so much for bearing with me whilst I took a break - since it has been so long I have a very long chapter here for you. Also, I’m very unsure of where the timeline is in the actual story, I’ve decided to write around the time where Katherine is inhabiting Elena’s body <3 Also I have lost the updated tag list so if you do wish to be tagged if you could just shoot me another message or comment I’ll add you <3

MASTERLIST FOR THIS STORY, 

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The sun was gently bleeding behind the trees. An ecstasy of colours left over from the recent storms, mingling and melting as the promise of a new day, new experiences and more healing revealed itself. It had been months now. Months of talking through her problems with Stefan. Following Damon on his adventures. Helping Elena with the possibility of a cure. None of it came easily but, she was healing.

Getting up, y/n found herself stripping off before stepping into the shower. She scrubbed at her skin until it blushed pink and then proceeded to lather herself in the finest creams’ money could buy, a small parting gift from Klaus before he and his family had left for New Orleans. Dressing in pearly towel, she reached out and wiped at the mirror until she could see her damp form peering back at her. Ripper. 

The word flashed in her mind, but she wasn’t scared anymore. The people that she had killed may never have the chance to forgive her - but she did. It was clear to her now that once she’s forgiven herself, she could move on.

Moving through the day everything appeared to happen around her, not to her. Damon and Elena were having further problems, she had recently broken up with him for reasons unknown. With both Elena and the Mikaelson family moving away from them, y/n and Damon had become even closer over the past few weeks.

“I wonder what she’s doing,” Damon heaved down next to y/n from where she was quietly reading in front of the fire.

“No, you don’t,” She turned the page.

“But I do,” He dragged his hands across his face, “I know I shouldn’t be thinking about what she’s doing but God turns out she was pretty important to me.”

“Was,” Y/n repeated, turning another page.

“Are you listening to me?” Damon snapped turning around to his friend.

“Mm?” Y/n quipped, her eyes swimming up from her book, “Of course, I’m listening to you Damon.” He eyed her inquisitively for a moment before getting up and, of course, pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

“When was the last time you went out?”

“I don’t want to go out Damon.”

��Yeah you don’t seem to want to do many things nowadays.”

“Is that not allowed?” A beat, he was thinking.

“I’m going to make a deal with you,” He suddenly quipped, sitting down on the coffee table in front of her, “I’m going to stop talking about Elena, I’m going to pick up the pieces of this damn life and try and move on if-”

“If I go outside?” Y/n finished off.

“Damon,” she finally looked up from her book, “You’re allowed to be upset about Elena. Hell, I’ve never seen you like this with a girl, it’s obvious she means something incredibly powerful to you and she’s just broke up with you for seemingly no reason – of course, you’re allowed to talk about her. I want you to talk about it, I’m just sorry that I’m not the most responsive person right now. But you don’t need to make deals with me, talk about Elena all you like - I’ll go on a walk this evening.”

“Okay but be careful,”

“Damon, I’m upset not delirious – I’m still one of the oldest vampires in existence I haven’t forgotten.” Even though y/n couldn’t see it, her eyes now back on her book, Damon was smiling for what felt like the first time in forever.

“That’s my girl…but do watch out. I heard a storm is coming in.”

***

The wind was tormenting. A relentless gale pushing against y/n as she made her way up Mystic Fall’s only waterfall. She was getting dragged this way and that as she moved over stones, knowing well that if she did not have her vampiric strength and balance that she would have most likely fallen to a rocky death by now. She kept climbing, going up and up and up, hoping that once she entered the thicket of trees it would calm.

Damon was right about the storm. Behind her the sky was pulsating warningly, the sun nearing the horizon as night drew in, bleaching the sky gold and red. The further you looked up, colours swirled into grey and black as foreboding clouds settled over the town of Mystic Falls. Thunder boomed.

Pausing for a moment, y/n took it all in. The sky, the wind, the thunder. It would probably rain soon, and she almost hoped for it - there was something about the feeling of drenched clothes that y/n almost longed for in that moment. Suddenly, a flash of silver electrocuted the sky followed quickly by a roaring thunderclap that caused the trees around her to shudder.

And in that moment, a peculiar feeling flooded her, a strange giddiness bubbled in her chest and erupted in her throat as laughter. She felt free, for the first time. Watching the sky explode in front of her, she resonated with it. And then-

“I didn’t want you to see me.” She suddenly spoke into the wind, wondering if it would be carried.

“I understand,” A voice came from behind her, the presence she had felt only a few seconds ago making itself known. She didn’t turn around. Thunder bellowed out over the land once more and this time, it was followed by the beautiful white noise of rain. Y/n watched as a shower descended upon the town, the water illuminated by the sun and turning to gold as it splashed across the roads and roofs. “Let’s find shelter inside,” The voice spoke.

“No,” Y/n still refused to turn away from the sight, “Over there,” She turned to the thicket of trees a little to her left, “We’ll be dry in there.”

***

“I didn’t want you to see me.” She repeated. The wind still pinched at her cheeks.

“I understand.” Elijah repeated after a moment, just a murmur, “But quite frankly, the idea of you trying to get over…this…without me there to help you along…” Elijah’s words shivered into a whisper.

“I know.” Turning her head slightly, y/n drank in the appearance of Elijah and noticed that even with his crisp shirt and dark pants, there was something ruffled about him, something not quite in place. “How have you been?” A smile of disbelief warmed into Elijah’s features.

“Fine,” He responded warmly, moving to the edge of the trees so he could look out across the sky. He remained, however, a fair distance from her. “New Orleans is…just as I remember,”

“How long have you been waiting for me to step outside?” She said softly, not upset or angry at all, almost playful. Elijah chuckled.

“I wanted to see you for another reason, y/n.” Elijah cocked his to the side and smiled ever so gently, ignoring her question.

“Oh yes?” 

“Yes,” He moved just a little closer, “I wanted to come here, to forgive you.” The words caught y/n off for a moment, but she stayed silent, “I know that this might seem a little strange for me to say, but I also know you. I know that you didn’t just keep me away because you wanted to deal with this by yourself. I’m guessing you kept me away because you felt guilty for what happened, all those years ago, what we went through. So, I want - I need you to know, that I forgive you. And that although those years were difficult…they were truly, and honestly, the best years of my life. Because in those years, you made eternity feel like it was too a short of a time.” Y/n breathed heavily.

“Thank you but-” She began.

“I also hope you can forgive yourself.” He continued, his eyes going back to the sky. “Now you can remember what happened but, your perception of events was…inaccurate. You are not a monster y/n, I know you want to believe the facts figures but, nothing is that black and white.”

“Elijah,” She interrupted. “I…I am…” She tried to begin but stopped, allowing her eyes to flutter closed for a brief second before-, “I’m a ripper.” She choked out finally, now looking right at him through glassy eyes, “I am the original ripper.”

“Yes,” Elijah spoke clearly after a moment, his hands in his pockets, his stature tall and reassuring. He was talking about a subject that he had had a thousand years to come to terms with – but, was that fair? That he had lived and grown with the details whilst y/n stood before him, drowning in them.

“You knew, and you watched me as I killed…hundreds and thousands of people…and then you continued to fall in love with me.” Elijah’s breath caught in his throat, but he smoothed down the front of his jacket to hide his shaky hands and took a deep breath.

“I know.” He had to be strong. For her, he had to be strong. “I loved you, more than I ever thought it possible to love someone. I cannot even begin to describe how…complicated that time was. I watched you, this flower girl, be dragged into this morbid and destructive life – my life. I felt so protective over you, after all, it was me that ultimately caused you to become what you are.” He turned and rested his fingers on a nearby tree, getting lost in the corridors of his mind.

“Nothing about this life suited you. You could never come to terms with the feeding, the power, the…immortality. It wasn’t you and you couldn’t handle what you saw when you looked in a mirror. On top of that, your entire family was slaughtered. Your mother, father and brother all ripped to pieces by a monster that you were currently travelling around Europe with, of course it was all going to be too much for you, of course you broke.

“When the night of the first killings came around I…” Elijah trailed off, his fingers tapping gently on the wood as he stared blankly ahead of him, “I don’t even know. All of it felt so wrong, yet it made so much sense. You walked through the door. I cleaned you up, took you to bed. I could have almost dealt with that but what I couldn’t deal with was the look on my brothers face. Niklaus – he was, he was looking at you like he had just discovered something wonderful. In you, he saw possibility. He saw a new weapon.

“But at some point, even Klaus realised that he couldn’t control you. It was more that he didn’t know how. Your entire relationship with feeding and blood was a completely different dynamic to ours or anyone else’s we had ever met. You didn’t target people or even want to hurt them, in fact, you made it as quick and painless as possible. Every time you’d come home you were in this sort of daze, you wouldn’t respond to me when I talked to you, you just kind of…sat there. Then you’d wake up the next morning and read the papers, the list of names of those who had been found dead that morning, and you’d be in shock.

“You genuinely did not know what you had done. You were completely and utterly split into two people, yourself…and a ripper. After a while, we stopped telling you about your actions in the night and we just continued to live our lives, moving every few weeks when too many people disappeared. Your burdens became ours. And we gladly accepted them.” Elijah paused, his expression changing. The furrow in his brows unknitted and he looked, softer.

“We fell deeper in love. During the day, when the sun was high in the sky, we’d go sight-seeing across Europe. Find our way into big, lavish parties in the evening and have picnics in the woods the following morning. You began to even warm up to Klaus and he began to warm up to you, a little more than my liking I must say,” A distant smile pulled at his lips, “But you were always mine, and I was yours. Klaus asked for forgiveness for his past actions, and you forgave him. Klaus had changed since knowing you, his heart was more open in a way, and he was utterly and brutally sorry for what he had done to you and your family. You saw the change in him, you were even happy for him. Someone that could forgive Klaus Mikaelson – I thought I had met God in living form.” A chuckle escaped his lips, “You had come to do what I was not yet able to, you had moved on from the past and forgiven, you had allowed both yourself and Niklaus to heal.

“You know a thousand years have passed since we were last together properly, but this entire time I’ve carried you with me. Every time Niklaus wronged me, went against me, put me in a coffin – I thought of you. I thought of the way you forgave him for killing your family, if you could do that…then I could get over family squabbles.”

“But,” y/n calmly interrupted. As good as it sounded, she could not ignore what glared at her in the face. The reason why Elijah had to inform her all this instead of her just knowing it herself. The reason why she had not seen the man she loved for a millennium.

“But…” Elijah continued, “You can only live in ignorance for so long.”

***

“This cannot go on.” Klaus was waiting for Elijah as he walked down the stairs, drink already in hand, “It’s been too long, we aren’t making any progress.”

“Niklaus,” Elijah breathed warningly as he distantly picked up a prong and turned coal pieces over in the fire watching as the flames ate at them greedily.

“He’s right.” Rebekah’s soft voice cut the confrontation short, “He’s right Elijah, we can’t…” Elijah turned around, prong still in hand as he stared at his little sister. Rebekah was taking Klaus’s side.

“You can’t what.” Elijah quipped, returning the prong and taking a step toward his siblings.

“We can’t let this go on Elijah,” Klaus growled out causing Elijah to spin to him, his tone immediately softened, “Elijah…y/n is suffering. Every day she reads that damn newspaper and reads the names of all those she killed and yet she does not even know that it is she who drained them dry.” Klaus went on. “When’s the day finally going to come when we tell her of the murderer she truly is. She can’t live in denial forever brother.”

“So...what are you suggesting,” There was a growl in Elijah’s throat, a warning that they were to be careful what they said next.

“We’re not going to kill her Elijah we’d never do that,” Rebekah shifted from where she stood in the doorway, “No matter what she is our family, always and forever.” Elijah glanced at Klaus who was staring back with steely eyes.

“Always and forever.” He agreed. The three paused in the room, the tension drowning them all. Klaus and Rebekah versus Elijah. Mikaelson vs Mikaelson.

“You’re going to take her away from me,” Elijah murmured, “Aren’t you.”

“Elijah…” Klaus whispered, he had never seen his brother like this before, “You have to understand it is the only way to make her better, we have to give her a fresh start, we have to take it all away, the pain…everything.”

“What if I say no?”

“You won’t,” Rebekah whispered, “Elijah despite everything…you want what’s best for y/n. You love her Elijah. And that girl has given you more love than any of us wretched monsters deserve, she is a blessing. But she is destroying herself every day by being here with us…with you.” Rebekah’s voice wobbled as tears gently spilt down her cheeks. Elijah paused.

“What are you going to do?”

“If all goes to plan. I’m going to go upstairs and wake her up, tell her that we’re heading north…to Newcastle or Middlesbrough, tell her to take all her belongings with her, then place her in the care of some pub owner, then…” Klaus paused and took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving his sibling, “Then one of us will compel y/n to forget everything.”

“Define everything.”

“We can’t just erase parts of her memory; we can’t tell her to forget this but remember that…not this time. She’s a ripper. This isn’t just an unpleasant memory; it’s interwoven into her entire being. She is a ripper through and through; to get rid of it, we’ll be destroying an entire part of her brain.” Elijah felt sick.

“What Klaus is saying is that to fix this, to stop the slaughtering’s and murders, to kill the ripper in y/n – we have to destroy the heart of the problem.” Rebekah joined in, continuously wiping at her steady flow of tears.

“Which is?” Elijah collapsed onto a chair.

“Her inability to accept what she is. Her entire relationship with blood is completely dysfunctional, if, maybe…she didn’t know how she became like this, that to be who she is today her entire family had to die in front of her, maybe she would be more accepting.”

“So what? You’re going to make her forget that night?”

“We can’t,” Rebekah answered, “We wanted to, that was our original plan but…well we think erasing that specific memory alone would fix her ripper problem but…”

“But there is 50 years’ worth of blood on her hands. You take away the reason why she has no control…she’ll go insane with guilt. She’ll think she killed all those people for sport.” Klaus finished.

“But she doesn’t know she killed those people,” Elijah quipped, “We all know that she wakes up in the morning and is none the wiser of how those people died.

“Elijah…if we make her normal,” Rebekah moved toward him, “If we take away the ripper, we think she’ll begin to remember.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“What if she does?” Klaus murmured. Silence settled.

“So what?” breathed Elijah, eyes moving slowly between his siblings. “What do we do?”

“Well,” Klaus shared a look with Rebekah, “We have two choices it seems. Do nothing. Allow this to go on, continue moving every few weeks, allow y/n’s list of names to grow. Or we take her up North and leave her there. Make her forget how she became a vampire and she’ll become cured of being a ripper – but, she’ll begin to remember those she killed and believe she killed them for pleasure.”

Elijah rubbed a hand across his mouth, his eyes never leaving his brother.

“And what’s option three.” There was always a third option. Klaus sucked air between his teeth sharply.

“We take her up North and leave her there. Make her forget how she became a vampire and she’ll become cured of being a ripper,” He began, “And then we make her forget the last 50 years.” Elijah’s hands began to shake, “All the killings, all the places we’ve been, every party and picnic…everything, we just wipe it clean. Give her a fresh slate, a completely blank canvas. She’ll know nothing but what she is, her name, and the year she turned.”

“But…” Elijah murmured.

“But…” Rebekah shakily sighed, “It means making her forget about us. To her she’ll have never even have heard of the Mikaelson’s, she wouldn’t even recognise us if we walked by her on the street. You two would be strangers.”

“Strangers,” Elijah repeated.

“Brother look we know this isn’t easy,” Elijah stood and moved to the fire, “But Rebekah and I have been thinking about this for a while. But we won’t go through with it without your consent, we do things as a family, it is all of us or none of us.” Klaus and Rebekah stood tense, staring at their elder brother with curiosity and hope.

Could they understand the torment in Elijah’s mind at that moment? Or even the torment he had been facing this entire time as he read the names in the newspapers, knowing just as well that y/n’s victims were his own, his family’s. He truly believed through and through that y/n was and always will be his soulmate. That even though he knew he had seen her at the worst of her worst, he loved her wholly and completely. He felt more like himself around her than when he was alone, that even though they had half a century to become used to one another, his chest still squeezed with excitement when she kissed his cheek, touched his arm, even so much as glanced in his direction.

But all in all, this made sense. Of course, the only story of Elijah Mikaelson and love would turn out to be a tragedy. Because the moment Klaus and Rebekah told him that everyone was better off if his love did not know who he was, he had already lost her. They didn’t need to ask him for consent, he would have given it no matter the case. Because in many ways he was a fool. Never putting himself first, never allowing himself to be selfish, taking the hurt and the blame in his stride – eventually becoming numb to it with time.

He agreed. Klaus left with y/n within the hour. Elijah couldn’t take it upon himself to look at her. He was many things, but he was never, ever, a liar. He stayed up and watched the fire, practising thinking of nothing, sitting in silence with his sister. Klaus had made it back home before the sun rose, he didn’t say anything, just walked into the room and joined his family.

“I hear France is lovely this time of year,” Rebekah hummed into the silence.

“If we’re lucky we can compel ourselves a boat, be there by tomorrow afternoon.”

They never talked about it. They picked up their things from that apartment in London and left the next morning without a word, it was like they were never there. Life went on, almost as if they themselves had been compelled to forget the past 50 years. They drank and laughed and partied, ran into a few complications here and there but that was it wasn’t it, their little life.

Elijah didn’t go crazy with women, but he didn’t confine to celibacy either. He just continued to live, meddling with a few women here and there. Life moved on as time forces it to, and with time Elijah healed, he grew and learnt, he became the man y/n would have loved him to be. Then again one night, and one night alone, in a sleazy bar in southern Italy in the late 1600s, her name was spoken.

“Elijah,” Rebekah hiccupped as she folded over on top of the bar, her wine glass tilted and resting against her neck, “Do you remember y/n?” Elijah turned to her, a peculiar expression on his face as he himself, was rather drunk.

“Of course, I do,” He said, a lazy smile stretched across his lips.

“Oh,”

“What? Did you expect me to say no?”

“No, no, no,” Rebekah distantly hummed, swinging herself to sit up, “I just…I don’t even know what I expected, we don’t ever talk about her.”

“No,” Elijah mumbled indistinctively, “We don’t.”

“Elijah,” She hiccupped again, “Do you ever think about her?” Elijah grinned widely and looked up, of course his dear sister would decide the best time to delve into the past was in some crappy, overcrowded inn in the roasting heat of southern Italy on a late summer’s night.

“Rebekah, I think about her every single day.”

“Really?” She whispered, barely audible over the chatter and music around them, but that all seemed a million miles away, “Do you miss her?”

“I…” Elijah sighed, “I do. Every day, every place we end up at I can’t help but almost see her there with us. I think about what she would do and say, the places she’d like and the places she’d pretend to like. Sometimes I miss her so much I…I feel it. I feel this…absence within me. And whilst all that is completely true, I also do not miss her.”

“How?” Rebekah choked, her own romantic heart aching.

“Because I believe that she is out there, and that she is happy.” Elijah himself was smiling now at the thought, “Leaving her was…” He trailed off, unable to finish, “But after that, you checked the papers with me – there were no more killings. Nothing. Complete and utter silence. I believe she’s out there, exploring the world in her own way, living her life as a vampire completely guilt-free – which is exactly what I want.”

“Wow,” Rebekah hummed into her glass, smiling at her brother’s own grin, “You still love her, don’t you?” This earned a chuckle from Elijah.

“That girl is the love of my life,” He turned to her, a slightly sad smile painted on his cheeks, “I have absolutely no doubt about it. But maybe I’m just hoping that one day fate will bring us back together. Then again, maybe we are simply destined to spend a lifetime apart. Either way, I am blessed to have been able to love her and to have been loved by her.”

“Oh God, okay, I can’t take any more of this,” Rebekah moaned after a second, snapping upright and stumbling off her seat. “Come on dear brother,” She held her arm out for Elijah which he gladly took with a soft laugh, “I don’t think it’s allowed for immortals to dwell on the past, we’ll go crazy.”

And so, the two siblings stumbled out into the boiling night where their chatter was accompanied by the faint sounds of the sea and cicadas. Ignoring the price of pain they paid for their immortal lives, they walked through the night to their temporary home – both of them knowing in their hearts that they would never speak of y/n ever again.

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boys (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt.6

Chapter Six: Sorry For Your Tragic Backstory, But Don’t be a Dick!

 “Son, are you up?”

 Hara lifted his head up to glance at the large time on his phone. He was probably going to be late to school again, not that it really mattered.

 “Yeah I’m up.”

 “I wanted to remind you that you’ll need to skip practice today to make your doctor appointment.”

The door swung open with Hara facing his father, a clearly unhappy look on his face.

 “What appointment? I told you I didn’t want to go to any other doctors.” Hara whisper hissed at the older male.

 “Your mother and I had you on a list for an experimental treatment, we think it may actually help to stop-”

 “It won’t stop!” Hara exclaimed before glancing back into his bedroom and lowering his voice again. “How many doctors have to tell you two that? I accepted it so why don’t you!?”

 “Maybe not stop but slow down the degeneration an-”

 Hara stopped listening as he turned back into his bedroom and shook the girl in his bed quickly. His father watched on with pursed lips, clearly wanting to say something but biting his tongue instead.

 “Hey, you need to get going.” Hara nudged her out of the bed and ushered her to gather her stuff and take her leave.

 “Kazuya, you know we don’t mind you having…friends but we’ve asked you not to let so many people into the house.”

 “Then you shouldn’t have agreed to give me the room with the door leading outside.”

 There was a brief stare off between the two before his father finally gave in and made no further effort to correct his son’s behavior. Hara sighed heavily as he pulled on his school uniform.

 Of course, neither of his parents had the actual backbone to upset him in any way. Anyone who didn’t know their situation would call him a spoiled brat and he knew they were right.

 “I gotta go.” Hara said pushing his bangs firmly over his eyes and walking past his father. “I’m staying late for practice…I’ll be home later.”

 “Please, Kazuya why won’t you at least give it a try?”

 The teen stopped walking but didn’t turn back to the desperate sounding man.

 “Because we’ve been doing this for more than a decade…I’m sick of getting my hopes up.”

 The older man flinched as the front door slammed harshly.

~~~~~

 “Oh shit, what’s with the face?” Yamazaki asked as Hara practically slammed his lunch tray down on the table beside him.

 “He’s just all up in his feelings because we had to give Mako back today.” (Y/N) said with her own eyes looking red and glassy.

 “I can’t believe she said we did the best on the project.” Hara commented cracking open a can.

 Seto chuckled just a bit. “Probably because you two were the most realistic parents I’d ever seen with all that fighting. It’s no wonder everyone kept thinking Mako was real. I don’t know that the assignment had the desired effect, I thought you were a great mother.”

 “Oh…” (Y/N) didn’t exactly know how to take her friends compliment. Her heart was suddenly beating faster and the room was a second from spinning.

 Squinting her eyes shut tightly she focused on keeping her breathing leveled. She could NOT have a panic attack right now in front of her friends. Bringing herself back down she smiled at him.

 “Thank you! I’m actually still pretty upset about giving him back but I know that’s pretty silly.”

 “I don’t believe so.” Furuhashi commented. “You developed a motherly instinct and bond with Mako. It would be hard for a mother to give up her child.”

 “Yeah.” (Y/N) pushed her food her plate before placing the spoon down. “Hanamiya, you want my lunch? It’s not going down right and I hate wasting food.”

 “Sure whatever.” The black-haired male took her plate slowly and tried his best to seem uninterested in her or the food.

 Though not a lie that she didn’t feel hungry anymore, she wondered if the rest of her team noticed that Hanamiya wasn’t eating today. And come to think of it there were other days when he didn’t eat much more than a can of coffee.

 She didn’t want to assume but the thought had been in her mind ever since she ran into his mother. If she was working at a department store in the mall, she couldn’t possibly be making that much money. The tuition here was ridiculous and the lunch prices not much better. How the hell could he afford to go here?

 Rich dad?

 Benefactor?

 (Y/N)’s thoughts were cut off by some random guy coming up behind her and slinging an arm around her shoulder. The guys watched as the girl stiffened upon immediate reaction before regaining her cool composure and turning to the male with an almost deadly look.

 “How can I help you?”

 “So polite, I can tell you’ve been in this business for a long time.”

 The guys looked at each other in confusion while they watched (Y/N)’s face instantly grow darker.

 “What do you want?”

 “Come on you should know that one! I want a date!” The guys said pressing up against (Y/N)’s back harder, his hand rubbing her shoulder creepily the other slipping under the table. “So, what’s your price? Hourly or do you charge by our activities? How much to let me do it all hmm?”

 The entire table went frozen at the male’s implications. Clear snickering could be heard from the table of girls not too far away. Sitting there was none other than Yamazaki’s ex-girlfriend herself.

 Both groups waited patiently to hear what (Y/N) would say. Having been ambushed out of nowhere there wasn’t much time to think, she would either snap at him or give some cliché remark about her rates being too high for him. Her team looked on in surprise as the girl smiled at him with an almost genuine look.

 “I haven’t thought about my pricing in a while! It’s a little tricky because too high and I won’t get nearly enough customers. But too low and I may put your mother out of business!”

 The boys at her table almost started laughing before the mystery guy yanked the girl out of her seat by the collar in rage. (Y/N) held no expression as the male pulled her up closer to him and drew a fist back ready to land square on her face.

 Just as the team was about to get up to help their manager, they saw her head slowly tilt back before jerking forward to make hard contact with an unsuspecting nose.

 The loud crunch was sickening and by now most of the cafeteria had gone totally quiet. Any grip that was still clinging to the girl’s collar was soon released as she drew her knee back and brought it right up into the place no guy wants to be hit.

 The team along with every male in the cafeteria cringed hard at the sight of the male literally throwing up from the force of that knee. With her would-be attacker on the floor curled up in a helpless ball the boys figured it was over but looking into (Y/N)’s face there was a dark look they hadn’t seen before.

 Sure, enough her foot reeled back before making impact with the boy’s side. He yelped out in pain but (Y/N) kept the blows coming, sometimes lifting her foot to stomp on various parts of his body.

 Hara stood up slowly and placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder making her jump hard and take a swing at him. The punch landed directly in his stomach, making him double over in pain.

 As if suddenly becoming unblinded by her rage the girl’s face melted back into the look they had all become used to.

 “Kazuya! I’m sorry!” (Y/N) said taking the male’s face into her hands and trying to look into his eyes unsuccessfully of course.

 Wheezing just a bit Hara managed to straighten up and give her a reassuring smile.

 “Remind me to never play punchies or bloody knuckles with you. Are you okay?”

 “What on earth is going on here?” One of the school administrators bellowed, slamming the doors to the cafeteria.

 Before anyone could speak up it was none other than Mei running up to him, looking as if she’d been traumatized by the events.

 “My friend went up to (Y/N) to ask her out and she totally freaked out! Look at him!”

 The administrator looked to the boy struggling to get up off the floor and narrowed his eyes at the accused girl. Before he could open his mouth, it was Yamazaki who was out of his seat.

 “That’s not the truth! He accused (Y/N) of paid dating! He said he wanted to know her rates and he did it with the intention of embarrassing her! He said it so loudly everyone in the cafeteria heard him!”

 “It’s true!” A small voice piped up from the other side of the lunchroom. The guys recognized her as one of (Y/N)’s reverse trap lovers. “He went up to her and asked her how much she would charge to let him ‘do it all’ totally unprovoked!”

 “Be that as it may, it was no need for physical confrontation.”

 (Y/N) sighed before whipping off her jacket and unbuttoning her white shirt to pull over her shoulder. There on her clear skin was a shiny dark bruise. Hiking up her skirt slightly, the boys gawked at a handprint shaped bruise colouring her thigh. The markings were so dark and done with so much force, it was a wonder she hadn’t cried out.

 “He was purposely squeezing me to intimidate and hurt me. I was defending myself.”

 “(L/N) (Y/N)? You’re the Tōō transfer…Surely you’ve heard of excessive force, right?”

 (Y/N) bit her lip so hard the boys knew it was seconds away from bleeding. She looked pissed and expectant.

 “Young man, get to the nurse and get patched up. (Y/N) please come follow me to the Headmaster’s office.”

 “What that’s complete bullshit!” Hara found himself yelling loudly. “She has the proof that he was hurting her and she’s still in trouble? Excessive force my fucking ass! He was going to punch her in the face and if she let him get up who knows what he could have done to her!?”

 “Settle down!”

 “No, that’s the stupidest fucking shit I ever heard!”

 “That is enough! I am giving you one last warning. I know your parents may allow you to do whatever you like. I however will not, condition or no condition.”

 Hara was boiling with rage at this point.

 “Fuck you!”

 The administrator looked just as red and angry however his eyes flickered with thought. Sighing heavily, he deflated and waved a dismissive hand at the boy.

 “Sit down and finish your lunch. Come on (L/N).”

 The cafeteria sat dumbstruck at the lavender-haired boy. Anyone who talked to any of the school’s staff like that was sure to be suspended, yet here he was with nothing but a reprimand.

 And you would figure anyone would be happy with that but not Hara. No, he was absolutely trembling with rage. His teeth grit harshly, and his eyes blurred even more with tears that he wasn’t going to let fall. Maybe he was crying because he was angry or maybe he actually just sick of this constant reminder.

 Pounding his fist into the table he stalked off after (Y/N). Without hesitation Yamazaki followed quickly behind his friend.

 “I should really go and make sure they don’t make things worse for (Y/N).” Furuhashi said throwing away his food.

 “You aren’t afraid you’ll get into trouble and they’ll call your parents?”

 “I’ve recently gotten engaged, they are content enough with me at the moment to let a few things slide.”

 “I’m going too. (Y/N) didn’t look right and I never thought she could lash out like that. Best if we gave her some team support. Hanamiya you coming?”

 The pale boy simply sat and continued eating his lunch like nothing ever happened. He shrugged his shoulders.

 “What good would that do? I’m gonna stay here.”

~~~~~

 “So, you see why we have to keep such a close eye on you?”

 (Y/N) nodded her head solemnly. She knew she only put herself in this situation based on her current and past actions. Disagreeing did no good.

 “You better not be expelling her!” Hara’s voice rasped from the other side of the door. “I will shit all over your office!”

 The young girl couldn’t help but snort at the principal’s taken aback expression. Shaking his head he turned back to (Y/N) and gave her a small fatherly smile.

 “That’s an interesting boyfriend you have there.”

 “Kazuya isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just my teammate who cares whether or not I will still be a part of the team tomorrow.”

 “You will be. Regardless of everything, I know you’re a good kid. You have a 4.0 GPA and have even managed to reign in that unruly basketball team with their rough play. Though I do hope they continue to win without it.”

 “W-what? How long have you known about that?”

 “Oh I’ve had my suspicions ever since Hanamiya hurt that Seirin player a few years back. Between you and I, so long as the ref never called them out on their play, I would have allowed it to continue in an effort to keep bringing in those wins.”

 (Y/N) sat awestruck. Things just weren’t adding up. Hanamiya had said outright that the Headmaster was unhappy with the team’s actions and was keeping an eye on them. In fact, it seemed to be the exact opposite.

 “Dear don’t look so concerned. Rough play is simply a part of sports. Take the Detroit Pistons for exa-”

 “You never asked Hanamiya to stop the rough play?”

 “No, I can’t say I’ve spoken to the young man since he asked permission to be coach. Which brings me to the deal I want to make.”

 “A deal?”

 “While I can understand self-defense, even you admitted to using excessive force. Now I can’t let that go without punishment. However, you know as well as I do that those boys on your team are a stubborn lot. They never will agree to this if I asked it of them myself. A local newspaper has asked two Tokyo high school basketball teams to sit for an interview and Kirisaki Daiichi would be one of them.”

 “Why would the newspaper want to interview us?”

 “They are doing a feature on student leadership and wanted to feature two excelling teams led by student coaches.”

 (Y/N)’s minded whirled for just a bit before the lightbulb went off. Her lips parted into a soft o shape as her Headmaster nodded with a smirk.

 “So, then the school we will be interviewing with is…”

~~~~~

 Seirin sat awkwardly on the other side of a huge round table.

 (Y/N) could feel her captain’s stare burning holes in the side of her head. The energy in the room was incredibly tense and the only sounds were breathing and the occasional pop from Hara’s gum.

 “You’re going to run so many suicides for me when we get out of here.” Hanamiya whispered into (Y/N)’s ear, sending a chill down her spine.

 It had truly been a struggle to get all the boys to agree to sit for interview questions and that had been without mentioning the other team that would be.

 Yamazaki had agreed the moment he found out it was to help her while the other guys requested favors in exchange for their presence.

 Furuhashi requested to be lifted from the homework duty he’d gotten thanks to the Valentine’s bet.

 Hanamiya requested that she make him lunch for the rest of the month, no store-bought or chef-prepared bentos allowed.

 Hara’s dumbass jokingly requested a kiss, which he got. Not expecting it, however, he had no time to react and bitched about being “caught off guard” and not getting the opportunity to kiss back.

 Seto merely waved the girl off and said he would save his favor for another time when he could really use it.

 Now the guys were thinking that they had been lowballed. Not only was this the team that killed their chances at the winter cup last year, but they were also the team they had the most tension with.

 To top it off, the interviewer was running late and now they were all stuck there as neither wanted to be the “weak team” that ran away.

 (Y/N) looked at the players on the opposing team. She had seen them during the Rakuzan v. Seirin game but just as she found with Yosen’s ace, it was much different being face to face. Kagami was nothing short of intimidating, with his piercing almost unnatural eyes.

 Their captain was scowling hard in direct contrast to Hanamiya who had this aura of faux innocence surrounding his face. The glasses guy looked about ready to jump across the table and throw hands.

 Kuroko was another story, looking as if he was the one analyzing her team intensely. Several times (Y/N) locked eyes with him and gave him a small smile which he surprisingly returned. Seeing him too, made her wonder how exactly he was this “phantom” or “invisible” man. He had baby blue hair for fucks sakes!

 “Kuroko Tetsuya, I don’t believe we’ve met.” The blue haired boy said extending his hand to the girl, who hadn’t said a single thing the entire time they’ve been sitting here.

 “(Y/N) (L/N), it’s very nice to meet you. I saw your game against Rakuzan and thought it was amazing!”

 This seemed to snap the attention of all the team to her. Before she could reply the dark-haired male, in front of her slipped a paper to her secretively.

 ‘Blink twice if you’re being held against your will.’

 The young girl was caught between a laugh and a scoff, confusing the sharp-eyed male who’d passed her the note. He tilted his head as he tried to examine her face.

 “Okay you blinked like four times, so I’m a little confused.” Izuki said with genuine concern.

 “I’m perfectly content where I am. I have classes with Kazuya, before I knew it one thing lead to another and I was managing the team.”

 Before anyone could even comment on that, she was already noticing the looks on their faces and continuing with her explanation.

 “I am not a naïve person and am very aware of the things they have done. We were able to have a nice clean game against Yosen not too long ago. It would go against everything I believe in to judge someone on only their worst qualities.”

 “I agree.” Kuroko’s calm voice resonated in the room with a strong conviction. “It’s hard to defend someone when only you’ve seen the good in them and everyone else has only seen the bad. I know that too well.”

 “Exactly, spoken like a true protagonist.” (Y/N) said with a wide smile.

 “This guy is way too bland to ever be the protagonist of anything.” Hara chuckled snapping his gum rapid fire.

 “You think so? He talks like one and even has the ‘spot the protagonist’ hair.” (Y/N) leaned across Hanamiya, ready to defend her opinion to the death.

 “We just played a purple giant and there’s split brow red head right in front of us!” Yamazaki replied, clearly siding with Hara.

 “All the generation has weird ass hair.” Seto added acknowledging the obvious.

 “Because if the story was told with their team as the main cast then that Miracle would be the protag. Kuroko is the protag of Seirin because blue hair is way more unnatural than red. Come on guys, it’s really simple.” Furuhashi interjected after picking his side in the debate.

 “Then am I the protag of KiriDaii?” Hara asked, twisting a portion of his bangs between his fingers.

 “Hell no, that’s me!” (Y/N) said with indignation.

 “What why?”

 “Because your hair isn’t natural and I’m the middle of the year transfer student!”

 Seirin didn’t know how to respond to the conversation that had unfolded in front of them. Talk about anime protagonists and hair colour wasn’t something they expected, especially from a team like Kirisaki Daiichi. Clearly (Y/N) had been some sort of catalyst for the group.

 Of course, the boys have always made their public image out to be very presentable. If they ever did attend some sort of event, they usually came across as cold but polite. The stereotypical image of a rich kid who thinks they are better than you but know better than to show it.

 To see them acting like normal teenage guys was almost unsettling. But it made sense…after all, regardless of what they were like on the court, off the court they were just that. Teenage boys.

 Kuroko’s eyes left (Y/N) when he felt a different pair glaring in his direction. Turning, he met with a harsh pair of olive eyes. Hanamiya had gotten up in his face before and the two had definitely had a stare down to the death but this expression was unreadable. Finally, after what looked like an internal debate the older male opened his mouth.

 “Wait, there’s no way that’s actually your natural hair colour.”

 “Well I was born with it, so yeah. All the generation have natural hair.”

 “Shut the fuck up, are you serious? I thought the rainbow scheme was just a gimmick.” Hanamiya asked looking more or less stunned and in disbelief. “What the hell was in the water your moms were drinking?”

 “I don’t know how to answer that.”

 (Y/N) snorted into her hand. She didn’t expect this whole situation to turn out the way it was. If she was being honest she was almost prepared for a fight to break out instantly.

 Still it didn’t go unnoticed to her that one of the Seirin members was neither speaking to his teammates nor ever bothered to look up at her team. And she wasn’t naïve to who this person was. In fact, he was the first face she looked for when she walked into interview room today.

 Extremely tall and one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen in her life, she wished he had an actual smile on his face. Her captain pulled those a lot.

 Hanamiya did it to seem indifferent and strong to others. And the guy at the end of the table was fundamentally not so different, he was trying to put on a strong front and pretend like being there didn’t bother him. But from what she’s heard of him, he did that for others…not himself.

 “Terribly sorry for running so late!” A flustered looking man said nearly out of breath. “Were you waiting long?”

 “Not very, though Kirisaki Daiichi arrived before we did.” Riko said standing to shake hands with the journalist.

 “I will admit it was a bit of a wait, seeing as my team strives to be professional with our time.” Hanamiya said with a bright smile through the subtle snark of implying the older man was in fact unprofessional.

 “Right! My deepest apologies. Now, we can get through the joint questions first and then move onto individual teams. Now Seirin, there have been lots of eyes on your aces and while we are interested as well we figured this would be a great opportunity to get some info of your other members.”

 “Of course!” The short-haired girl nodded.

 “As for Kirisaki Daiichi, for such a high-ranking team in such a prestigious school there haven’t been many interviews conducted with you. And to my knowledge absolutely none since Hanamiya Makoto has taken the team. So, we would very much like to change that today!”

~~~~~

 “I uhh”

 While the tension had completely once been eradicated in the boardroom, the stuttering and aching silence let everyone know it was back with a vengeance.

 “I apologize if that was an inappropriate question to ask given our current audience but I did my research. It would seem the only remaining player from that team is Hanamiya, however he seemed not to be directly involve-”

 “Not directly involved?” Hyuga exclaimed before he had the chance to stop himself.

 The other Seirin team members were trying their hardest to get him to calm down. (Y/N) nervously bit on her nail as she glanced to her captain. He was sitting almost unfazed, staring at Kiyoshi waiting for him to give his answer to the question.

 ‘After your terrible injury in the game against Kirisaki Daiichi, how have you managed to deal with these limitations?’

 “Why don’t you finally admit it!? You had every intention of hurting him and everyone in here knows it!” Hyuga shouted to Hanamiya who finally looked away from the brown-haired male.

 “He’s not wrong.” Hanamiya’s voice came out smoothly, shocking his entire team. “I was just an ordinary player on the team back then, but still…it was me who gave the order to use rough play on him.”

 Even the reporter looked shocked by this admission and simply nodded before scribbling words down on his notes. Turning his attention back to Kiyoshi the reporter urged the male out of his overall shocked state.

 “So, how exactly are you coping? Is there a lot of resentment…anger?”

 “Acceptance. You can’t change what’s happened you can only come to terms with it. I’ve accepted that my peak has come and gone. It was halted early and without me ever even knowing, it passed me by. I’ll never be as good as I could have been, but I’ll keep trying to be the best that I can be now. That’s how I’ve coped with it.”

 “I see. That’s very unfortunate but inspiring that you have continued to push out of a bad situation. And for you Hanamiya, is there any guilt? Was it your intention for it to escalate this way? Any comments?”

 All of KiriDai was watching their captain closely. Way before now all of them had formed their own opinions on the incident with Kiyoshi but it wasn’t their game, none of them played in it so none of them ever bothered voicing their opinion.

 Hanamiya always acted like he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit about anything or anyone but still they wondered if there was something else there. Then again, they figured he would give some bullshit answer to keep a public façade.

 “As you can see Kiyoshi refuses to be broken by me and continues to put himself out there when playing me. Some people call that bravery…I call it reckless. He’s put his own flesh and bones on the line for others, I believe he will come to have resentment but not towards me.”

 (Y/N) tried to read the male’s eyes but found them to be blank.

 “I’ve lost every game I’ve ever played against him. I’ll never get the chance to beat him at his best….and I am unbelievably sorry for that. I take full responsibility for everything that’s happened to him.”

 Kiyoshi was gaping at the male who refused to make eye contact. He heard it in his voice, that was almost an apology. Of course, he knew Hanamiya well enough to know that he would state that in the most selfish and underhanded way possible. He wasn’t smirking or mocking them for believing a lie…he was, for the first time, being genuine.

 “I see…So, Hanamiya Makoto, what inspired you to play basketball?”

 “My father.” Hanamiya replied without missing a beat, once again surprising everyone on both teams.

 “Care to elaborate?”

 “No.”

 “Uhhh okay.” The journalist seemed to be fumbling with his notes, clearly trying to steer the topic away and remove the heavy veil hanging in the air. “Ahh yes Mitobe! There isn’t much information that’s been gathered for you. Would you be open to a few questions?”

 “I don’t think I’ve heard you speak since we got in here. Talk about a man of few words.” (Y/N) smiled at the male who had appeared to be slightly nervous.

 “More like a man of no words. Mitobe is mute!” The cat-mouthed boy stated awkwardly to (Y/N).

 The girl covered her mouth in shock and appeared wide eyed. She wanted to smack herself for even trying to talk. Honestly, she had just been trying to break the tensions between both teams.

 “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to offend!” The black-haired male lifted his hand as if to tell her not to worry about it but of course (Y/N) dug herself even deeper. “Do you want me to run and get you a paper and pen to write your answers down?”

 “That’s okay, I can translate for him.” Koga replied with a smile as he tried to calm the girl down.

 “Okay umm if you need to sit closer or something I can trad-”

 “Oh my god just leave him alone! He’s mute, not invalid!” Hara shouted in a fairly loud and angry voice, startling everyone in the room. “He survived just fine without you, he doesn’t need your help now. So, sit down and quit embarrassing us!”

 “Hey, you shouldn’t talk to your manager like that. She was just trying to help, even if coming off a little strong.” Hyuga spoke up in the girl’s defense.

 “Yeah you were really too harsh with her, Mitobe knows she meant well.” Koga urged, seeing the face of a clearly distressed girl.

 “She’s fine!” Hara asserted only to hear mumbling under the breath of the boy on the far end of the table. “What did you say?”

 Fukuda almost didn’t respond, not really having expected the male to hear him from that distance. Still Hara was coming off as rude and it wasn’t gonna take much urging to him to repeat the comment he gave.

 “I said ‘You must be blind or stupid not to see she’s obviously upset.’”

 It happened so quickly that (Y/N) almost didn’t process what had happened. One second Hara was drawing his fist back at the boy and the next Yamazaki was pulling him out of the room.

 “Okay, I’m calling it guys. We should probably end it here.” Seto said getting ready to stand before (Y/N) slid out of her chair first.

 “No, stay and finish the interview. He probably doesn’t want all of us around him right now.”

 “And you think he’ll be okay with you?” Furuhashi asked with slight concern in his eyes.

 “Doesn’t matter.” (Y/N) said, heading out to find her friends.

 With that the girl bowed respectfully to the other team and journalist before excusing herself. Almost immediately after turning the corner, her perpetually pissed-off looking friend nearly slammed into her.

 “Zaki! Where’s Kazu-chan, what the hell happened?”

 “He’s just sitting on the roof, sulking. Really, he just has some personal stuff he’s going through, and I thought it’d be best to leave him alone.”

 “Nah, I need to talk to him.”

 “(Y/N) wai-”

 The girl was no longer listening as she bolted down the hall and right up the flight of stairs. Her legs were aching as she climbed the steps incredibly fast. Finally seeing the light shining in from the small window, she pushed the door open and squinted her eyes in an effort to adjust to the brightness.

 “What the hell do you want? If I didn’t want Zaki here what makes you think I’d want you either?”

 “God you’re in a bitchy mood today.” (Y/N) commented, finally spotting the male sitting on the opposite end of the roof.

 Walking over to him she sat directly in front of him with crisscrossed legs.

 “Just leave me alone. Why are you always in everyone’s business?”

 “Because you’re my friends.”

 “Friends usually know when to leave someone the hell alone.”

 “Do they? I haven’t had many friends since I came to Japan so I wouldn’t really know. But in everything I’ve ever seen, the friend usually keeps pushing.”

 “Yeah well this isn’t one of your fucking anime okay? All I need is for you to leave me alone and go away.”

 “Kazuya just tell me what’s wrong? Why did you go off on that Seirin guy? Why’d you start yelling at me? I refuse to believe those were just bad attitude actions, so what gives?”

 “I’ve had a bad week okay?”

 “Well why?”

 “Oh my god it’s just one question after another with you!”

 “Yes! Because I want to know what’s happening with you. Maybe I can help!”

 “You can’t! “

 “How do you know that!?”

 “Because I know me better than you! Not everything has an answer and not everything can be fixed! Stop trying to fix me!”

 “I’m just trying really hard to understand you.”

 “Fine! You want to try and understand?!”

 (Y/N) flinched as he got up in her face and turned her head away from him screwing up her eyes. She didn’t think he’d hit her but it was her natural reaction to cower away. Hara suddenly had his thumb and forefinger on her cheeks, gripping her face slightly to turn her.

 “Look at me.”

 The young girl allowed him to face her towards him and was instantly surprised to see him looking at her eye to eye. He’d pushed his bangs off to the side and was staring at her intensely.

 Maybe she didn’t know the words…but she knew right away something was different.

 “Your eyes…”

 “Are creepy?” Hara scoffed still holding onto the girl’s face.

 “Suit you.”

 The girl honestly meant that. His eyes were a pretty hazel colour with the black part of his pupils extending way too far down to look natural. Both seemed to split the coloured portion of his eye from the middle to the bottom. It made him look almost feline in appearance.

 “What’s up with it?”

 “It’s called coloboma.”

 “Huh it makes you look like a demon or like a pissed off cat. That kind of fits your personality don’t you think?” (Y/N) smiled only for Hara to finally release her and sigh as he sat back. She thought about what Fukuda had said and as if all the pieces were clicking together, she cocked her head at him. “But that’s just cosmetic, if you went off on that guy back there…. Hara can you see?”

 “Shittily but yes…for now. Something called a comorbidity or whatever the hell. One of my brothers has the keyhole eyes like me but I was just even more unlucky. I was four when I realized my eyesight was shit at night.”

 (Y/N) could see Hara staring off to the side and knew he was about to let out everything and anything he had ever kept secret.

 “So, they tested it and turns out that was just the beginning. Choroideremia, which basically just means my eyesight is going to gradually get worse and worse until I just can’t see at all. Completely, totally blind and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do to stop it.”

 There was a hard silence cloaking the two. It was even heavier than the one they had just experienced in the room with both teams. Hara was ready to just get up and leave, he didn’t regret telling her…with that outburst she would piece it together eventually.

 His whole team probably would, when the only person who had known was Zaki. He knew it was foolish to think he could keep it from them for so long. His team would think he was a worthless player and he would gladly take that. But he knew (Y/N) would pity him and that was going to set him right back off.

 “Yeah well I’m sorry to hear that but don’t think telling me that is gonna excuse you for being a dick.”

 Hara’s eyes widened and his head snapped towards her like he couldn’t believe his ears. The girl was pouting and with arms crossed looked pissed off.

 “What?”

 “Like I said, I get that you’ve been going through a lot, but you were seriously about to fight a guy. He doesn’t know your life, cut him a break. And don’t ever fucking yell at me like that in public again! I’m your friend and manager, not a damn kid!”

 “Is that seriously what you’re worried about right now?”

 “Uhh yeah! You embarrassed the hell out of me! I think you owe me and everyone in there an apology!”

 Hara blinked very slowly at the girl. Everyone who had ever found out about it pitied him. They treated him like some sort of feeble infant. Even Yamazaki had to outgrow that habit.

 It would seem that, it didn’t matter the situation, (Y/N) was never going to react the way he thought she was. Whether it was her reactions to an arranged marriage or to a disability, she was never overly soft with people. Some people would even call that apathetic or kinda bitchy.

 “That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me right now?”

 (Y/N) sighed heavily and let her angry face fall into one of concern.

 “It’s not that I don’t care about you, Kazuya or what’s happening. But it honestly changes nothing between us. You don’t get a free pass to do whatever the hell you like just because you have shitty eyesight. I’ve known you not even a full year. You managed to survive without me and I’m sure you’ll continue to do the same. I’m not saying I won’t make a mistake ever or that I won’t worry about you from time to time but you’re still the same person with or without your problems.”

 “And when the day comes that I can’t see at all?”

 “Then you’ll deal with it as it comes. We’ll get you a basketball that beeps or some shit. Look I don’t know much about blindness but millions all over the world deal with it and when it happens, I’m sure you will too.”

 “Huh…you know you’re the only person whose ever reacted that way. I guess now I must just seem like a fucking moron that threw a tantrum huh?”

 “Hell yeah, a big ass temper tantrum! Honestly one more outburst like that from you and I’m gonna have to put you in a time out corner or something.”

 Hara laughed before looking up at her again. Under his bangs he could always see that she had a very cute shape to her body but with his eyes out for the world to see…he was really looking at her for the first time. From the face, she was plainer than he’d been able to see previously. But still he found himself drawn to her.

 Crawling over to her again, his face was only inches away from hers. She was staring directly into his eyes in a way none of the other girls he’s ever been with has. She wasn’t staring AT his eyes she was looking into them. She was seeing him, looking at HIM.

 His hand was gently caressing her face and he noticed her own eyes gently flicker to his lips. His smirk grew before he drew even closer and whispered,

 “And how many tantrums do I have to throw before I get a spanking?”

 The girl clicked her tongue before pushing him away.

 “I’ll have Furu give you one now! He’s the sadist of the group, I’m sure all you have to do is ask!”

 “Fuck that shit! I want a spanking from a cute girl not a flogging from my sicko teammate.”

 “So, I’m a cute girl huh?”

 “Yeah you are.” Hara admitted without missing a beat, surprising (Y/N) who had expected him to give his typical sarcastic ass comment.

 “Ha funny, come on we should head back to the guys!”

 “Awe don’t leave yet! I figured we could have some fun up here for a bit, after all I did just reveal to you my tragic backstory!”

 “Yeah whatever!”

 “Don’t even pretend! You were really into me for a second there!”

 “Maybe in your dreams.”

 “Come on, I’ll make you feel really good.”

 “Don’t say things like that so nonchalantly!”

 “So, is that a yes?”

~~~~~

 “Why the fuck did you two take so long!?” Hanamiya shouted out at the two as they made their way down the final stair.

 “Yeah we were kinda worried.” Yamazaki said looking between his two friends.

 “Worried my ass! I just wanna get home but I can’t because (Y/N) has my damn train pass.” Hanamiya mumbled sounding just as grumpy as he’d been earlier with Seirin.

 “Honestly though, is everything okay with you guys?” Seto asked (Y/N) more so than Hara.

 “Yeah Kazu-chan had a bitch fit but he’s cooled off now. Maybe he is the protagonist considering how much he openly cries and causes drama.”

 “Shut up.” Hara laughed, pushing the girl playfully.

 The guys all narrowed their eyes at the two. They could see the clear shift, half as those who have experienced it first hand with (Y/N) and the other half as having witnessed it from their other teammates.

 He was falling for her.

 “Well now that that matter is solved, I think you owe us more than was offered.” Furuhashi broke the silence, placing his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

 “Yeah I know.” The girl deflated, not wanting to be reminded of the deception she used to get her team there today. “How about I treat us all to ramen? I just got paid and I think I can spare to feed my team.”

 “Hmm you have a job?” Seto asked raising a brow at the girl.

 “Yeah, of course! I told you I like to earn my things and not just leech off someone. So, are we getting food or not!”

 “Fine, let’s go.” Hanamiya said, all but dragging the girl along out the door.

 Standing at the back of the group, a certain two males stayed behind Hara was staring out after his team and Yamazaki was staring at him. When the rest were finally out of earshot he spoke up.

 “She knows, doesn’t she?”

 “Yeah.”

 “And you willing told her?”

 “Yup.”

 “Why?”

 “I guess after seeing how she handled Furuhashi’s situation, I was hoping she would surprise me too. Tell me something I wasn’t expecting to hear, and she didn’t disappoint.”

 “…You know Furu’s got it bad for her too, right? That he’s just too stoic to show it more than he already does?”

 “Yeah, I’m not stupid.”

 “And I’ve told you how I feel.” Yamazaki sighed as Hara looked at him almost sullenly. “You’re still not gonna give her up easily, are you?”

 “You know I can’t.”

~~~~~

 “Who the fuck wrote that!” Hara yelled accusingly at the now frightened students in class.

 (Y/N) stared at the words on her desk, owlishly. The classroom had grown so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The teacher hadn’t arrived yet and Hara was sure to cause hell when he found out who was responsible for this bullshit.

 “Well!? I’ll look through everyone’s shit to find a pink marker! And when I find it, the person I found it with bet-”

 “Haha how pathetic!” (Y/N)’s voice chirped out, laughing genuinely. Hara turned to her in surprise and watched as she licked her middle finger and swiped it over the desk smudging the ink.

 While her voice and demeanor oozed confidence, Hara could clearly see a hurt look in her eyes as the words ‘Yariman’ and ‘Slut’ smeared across her desk.

 “What kind of weak shit is this? If you’re gonna vandalize a desk, don’t be a fucking pussy and use a marker! Carve it in there to get your point across! Oh man, Kazuya, I’m gonna go grab a wet napkin to wipe this crap off.”

 Hara watched as the girl took off down the hall, avoiding the gaze of everyone in class. He knew exactly who it was that went and wrote that on the girl’s desk.

 It was growing more and more out of hand. Something told him there was more going on than just a jealousy for Yamazaki. (Y/N) said they’d had issues from before.

 Whatever happened in middle school was finally exploding all around her.

 And now that he thought about it, how much did any of them really know about (Y/N)?

[taronfanfic]

Rewind

Chapter 1

Taron, 28. Distance: Less than 1km.

Knowing his name was a good start. Taron. It suited him. His face was full of happiness, cheekiness, drunkenness. His arm slung around presumably his friend’s shoulder but it was always hard to tell when the stupid app cropped the photos in bizarre ways. That was a true sign of how long someone had been single for: If they’d figured out how to resize their own photos for the app, they definitely had too much time on their hands and were getting desperate!

You tapped the photo and opened up his full profile so you could swipe over to the next image. The topless mirror selfie that graced your eyes was predictable but you were far from disappointed. Another swipe revealed him stood with his arm around the waist of an older woman. Your gut said Mother but she could easily pass as his older sister – good family genes. They were dressed up for a wedding, the buttonhole in Taron’s jacket matching his tie and the colours in his mum’s dress too. He was too cute. A final photo of a larger group of guys and girls added nothing to his profile but as you swiped over to his bio your attention was drawn quickly away from your phone screen.

“Oh shit!” Gemma swore as she picked her fallen wine glass up from the countertop and stopped the spilled liquid from flowing towards her phone.

“Someone’s on for a clumsy night!” You threw a cloth in her direction before reaching out for the wine bottle to top your glass up with, only to find it was already empty. “Mate, who’s finished this already?!”

“It was Rosie!” Gemma pointed across the room to Rosie who was sat on Charlotte’s lap taking selfies. They had two empty wine bottles on the table in front of them and clearly finished off the end of yours whilst you were lusting after Taron on your phone. Rosie shushed you, her delicate finger resting across her lips before she broke out into infectious giggles.

“Can we go now? I’m, like, the perfect level of drunk.” Charlotte added as she pushed Rosie to her off-balanced heel clad feet.

“I’m definitely not drunk enough for this.” You spoke to yourself as you paused your pre-drinks playlist, grabbed your clutch bag and keys and followed your best friends out of your flat and towards the lift. The doors opened and the girls stumbled inside, still giggling to themselves about one of your group in-jokes. The all too familiar code for a hot guy was said in a hushed tone and as you turned around having pressed the button for the ground floor you saw Taron smiling widely at the female attention he was suddenly being given from Rosie, Charlotte and Gemma.

Taron wasn’t unfamiliar to you at all. You knew he lived somewhere in the same block of flats as you and you’d occasionally see him collecting his post or walking the streets on his way to or from home. He’d been known as the ‘cute guy’ ever since the first day you saw him. The one who’d leave you blushing furiously from even the smallest of polite smiles. You’d crushed hard and daydreamed about him being the perfect guy. The true gentleman with a heart of gold who’d treat a woman with the upmost respect. The best friend you could goof around with and lose track of time with. The one you’d end up marrying and spending the rest of your life with. Romanticising him was easy. Actually acting upon how you felt, way too difficult. It was only 10 minutes ago that you’d discovered his name and that felt like enough of a victory for one night.

“Hello, handsome.” Rosie slurred as she looked him up and down very deliberately.

“Evening, girls.” Taron replied as he lifted his shoulders and gave off a cocky arrogance that was ridiculously attractive. “Where are you heading tonight?”

“Lavish. 2 for 1 shots until midnight.” Charlotte answered him.

“You should come too!” Rosie added as she placed her hand to his upper arm.

“Well when you all look so gorgeous it’s a very lovely offer, but I’ve already got plans of my own.” He side stepped away from Rosie and let her hand fall from his arm.

“Oh go on, what might tempt you?” Gemma joined in and drew Taron’s attention over to your side of the lift. He looked across from her to you and you saw the moment of realisation on his face as he recognised you. The same old polite smile appeared and his eyes softened to something friendlier. He was a split second away from replying when Rosie thrust herself in his direction, attaching her chest to his side and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I’m not letting you leave!” She cried out dramatically and Taron’s face turned to instant disgust as he tried to shrug Rosie off his arm. You looked away in embarrassment, mentally sighing ‘ohmygod’ as your friends ruined what little chance you actually had of ever getting to know Taron better.

The lift stopped at the ground floor and Taron quickly stepped out and to the side, letting Rosie, Charlotte and Gemma go ahead of him so he couldn’t be pounced on from behind. You took it upon yourself to apologise for Rosie’s behaviour and mouthed a ‘Sorry!’ to him as you walked passed.

“Good luck with the babysitting.” He replied with a knowing nod of sobriety as he accepted your apology.

***

The club was loud, crowded, and everything felt sticky but as you knocked back your first two shots you were determined to make the most of the £10 you’d paid to get inside. Rosie slid two more shots over to you and then rest her head against your shoulder.

“Why are you sad?” She looked up at you, her blue eyes seeming brighter than usual beneath her jet black false lashes.

“I’m not sad, just not drunk enough to enjoy this place yet.” You replied before throwing the unknown alcoholic liquid down your throat.

“Well that’s easily fixed.” She passed you the next shot glass and you wrapped your arm around her shoulders. “I thought you were going to be pissed off with me.” She confessed.

“Why?”

“Because you knew that cute guy in the lift, didn’t you?”

“I hardly know him, but I see him around occasionally, yeah.”

“and…” Rosie started to tease you.

“And, what?!” You giggled back.

“You also think he’s cute?”

“So what if I do? I’m not exactly going to act on it, especially not now he knows I’m friends with a nutter who glues herself to every attractive man’s side!”

“I knew it!” Rosie pulled back from your side as she celebrated her discovery. “You proper fancy him!”

“No, I don’t!” You rolled your eyes and knocked the last shot back. “And even if I did, it’d be way too close to home”

“Girls, Y/N isn’t on the prowl tonight.” Rosie turned around and gathered Charlotte and Gemma back into the conversation. “Look at those hearts in her eyes. She’s crushing on the cute lift guy!”

“Oooh, he was fit! Maybe if Rosie hadn’t jumped on him we could have got him in here tonight.” Charlotte replied.

“Stop it. Nothing’s ever going to happen with me and Taron, he’s way out of my league. So just drop it, yeah?”

“Taron? She even knows his name! Have you found him on facebook yet?” Gemma joined in with the excitement and you’d instantly had enough of all of it all.

“No, just stop it. I’m not off-limits – okay?” You turned on your heels and made your way through the crowd onto the dancefloor, leaving your friends behind. That conversation had started off well and you thought you’d be able to forgive Rosie for her behaviour towards Taron but the more they pushed your buttons the less you wanted to be around them.

With your friends out of sight you breathed a sigh of relief and let the alcohol seep through your bloodstream. It calmed your racing mind, numbed your negative mood and dissipated the crowds of warm people away from your personal space bubble. All except one.

He caught your eye from the far side of the room. A half smile, half laugh danced across his lips before he paused his subconscious body language with his beer bottle. You admired his neck as you watched him swallow his drink down. You imagined kissing it, maybe even biting it. His eyes found yours and there was no doubting the spark that flew between you in that split second. You took a step towards him and then waited to see if he’d reciprocate your move. When he did you smiled coyly. Your fingers lifted your hair away from your face and neck, the cooler air soothing your rising temperature. He looked strong, his arms and legs thick and toned. His jaw was sharp, slightly stubbly and no doubt adding a few years on to his actual age. None of that really mattered though. He was actually showing an interest in you and suddenly your night was looking a whole lot better.

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[pretendtobepunkrock]

Tattoo Artist AU

Ashton

It was a rarity, the two of you having the same customers.

In fact, typically, whilst Ashton worked on permanently inking a design onto a man’s bicep, you’d often watch the customer’s girlfriend cross the street and wander into your shop, chatting happily to you and looking at the bouquets whilst she waited for him to be finished. Likewise, it wasn’t uncommon for him to see men strolling out of your shop with a bunch of flowers in hand before presenting them to the girl he’d just finished tattooing. However the purchaser of flowers was seldom the one being tattooed, and vice versa.

What was rarer however, was the two of you entering each other’s shops.

And it wasn’t that you had anything against the tattoo parlour. You had no objection to tattoos, or the shop in particular, and it wasn’t as if it looked intimidating or dodgy from the outside. You both worked on a respectable street and had good reputations. But for an unknown reason, you kept to your side of the street lined with pretty flowers and he kept to his side, art work bursting out of the building.

It didn’t mean Ashton couldn’t admire you from afar though.

The fact that both the front of your flower shop and his tattoo parlour were giant windows was often used to his advantage. From the reception desk, he could look directly across the street to where your counter was, and if he craned his neck just the right way, he could see it from his station as well. Ashton was mesmerised by the way you could arrange flowers without looking at them, how your hands just seemed to know what to do with the delicate objects. He didn’t want to admit that over time, he had learnt which of your smiles were forced for stressful customers, which were genuine for those you liked. His favourite was the one when you handled Peonies, he’d worked out those were your favourites.

Ashton just wished you had a smile saved for him.

It took him months to gather enough courage to cross the street. And he’d never admit it to his friends, all just as covered in ink as him, but he’d never been as nervous as the second he stepped into your shop, finally coming face to face with you. He felt out of place, his tall frame and black ink standing out harshly against the bright colours of the intricate bouquets.

“You’re on the wrong side of the street.”

You sit on a stool behind the counter, your white shirt again the opposite of his black tank top. There’s a playful smile pulling at your lips and Ashton can’t help the one that slips onto his own face at your attempt at a joke.

“Says who?”

“Well considering your shop is approximately twenty feet away…”

“I have not been looking into the window of this shop for the past six months to admire the flowers.”

The grin is still on your lips as you mull over his words, cocking your head to the side as you look him up and down. Ashton smirks and gains back his confidence, crossing the room to lean his forearms against the counter, eyes dropping to read your nametag.

“Y/N’s a pretty name.” He mutters, eyes returning to yours. “Anything thoughts on my declaration?”

You grin at him, eyes darting to the door when another customer enters. Ashton straightens up as you move off the counter, going to greet them before turning back to send him a wink.

“It’s not the tattoos that make the view so good.”

Michael

He’d met you because of his job.

But unlike all the girls before you who’d wandered in with wide eyes as he asked them how he could help, you hadn’t been nervous. Not only that, but your face had stuck in his mind, imprinted in his brain and he couldn’t shake the way your smile had widened at his words. And then you’d pulled out the design for your tattoo, something you’d designed yourself, being an art student. Michael couldn’t believe his luck; beautiful and talented.

You’d left with the tattoo, he’d left with your number.

A year down the line and he’s thanking his lucky stars it was him who had taken your booking, not Ashton or Luke or Calum. Because Michael doesn’t think there’s anyone else in his world more perfect for him than you.

He hadn’t believed in soul mates before you.

But Michael was pretty sure there was no one in the world more perfect for him than you. You, who distressed his jeans when they weren’t quite right, and painted his denim jackets to make them more artistic. In fact, most of his clothes had been altered by you somehow; a dragon drawn on here or a few rips there. Because art wasn’t just what you studied, it was who you were. Colours and patterns and textures swirled around you wherever you went as if they were coming from your fingertips. Sometimes, Michael thought they did.

Sometimes, he was jealous.

Not in a way that he resented you, he wasn’t sure he could ever do that. But sometimes he was just in awe that you always seemed to be creating something, always doodling on a piece of scrap paper or colouring in blank spaces. Michael had always thought he was pretty good at art until he saw your pieces.

“Mike, there are literally hundreds of people walking around with your artwork on their bodies.” You’d protested once, ignoring the way he’d rolled his eyes. “So cut the crap, you’re an amazing artist.”

The two of you agreed to disagree on who was the better artist.

But more often than not, the two of you would help each other in some way. If you couldn’t quite figure out the perfect colour for something, Michael would find it for you and paint a stripe of it down your nose for good measure. And he’d lost count of the times you’d popped into this tattoo parlour only to sit with him as he worked, murmuring suggestions nervously as if he��d ever reject them.

But his most favourite thing was when you drew on each other.

Sometimes he used you for practise, tracing out an intricate design before he had to permanently ink someone the following day. Sometimes you’d add colour to his black and white designs as if he was a colouring book, sometimes you’d add in your own amongst the patterns that covered his skin. Sometimes, if he was really inspired, he’d draw completely new designs on your skin before taking pictures for future reference. He hadn’t actually tattooed you since your first encounter, but Michael didn’t mind. Whilst he enjoyed covering his skin with ink he knew your tattoo was something unique, something it took you a long time to get right. He didn’t want to ruin that, didn’t want to tarnish the perfect design you’d worked so hard on. And besides, since he’d been the one to tattoo it onto you, it was almost like you’d worked on it together.

And having something that was both of your artwork was better than anything else Michael could think of.

Luke

Luke had many smiles.

There were the grins that stretched his entire face, all teeth and eye creases that expressed pure joy. There were the fake polite smiles he gave to people he didn’t particularly like, including the odd customer. There were the wide beams, the sleepy smiles, the lip twitches when he was amused, the forced smiles when he was sad. And there was the smile that made his eyes light up, the ones the boys claimed he saved only for you.

And there was the smirk he was giving you now.

It was his smuggest look; his ‘I’m so proud look’. It often occurred when he’d won a bet with his friends, or when he’d finished a piece of work he was particularly happy with. You also liked to call it his ‘bad boy look’, as when paired with his black clothes and tattooed skin, it made him look like a cliché straight out of a romance novel. He rolled his eyes when you told him that, but the smirk never faltered.

It annoyed you when you didn’t know what it was for.

“What’s that look for?”

You asked the question as he dropped onto the sofa next to you, having just come back from work. He laughed, kicking off his boots before leaning across to brush his lips on yours, the smirk back on his lips when he pulled away.

“Hello to you, too Pretty Girl.” He chuckled, hand coming up to rub his jaw. “My day was great, thanks for asking.”

“Good. Great. What’s the smirk for?” You ask again, rolling your eyes when he doesn’t respond. “Luke c’mon. What’ve you done?”

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed.”

“You’re not when you’re smug.”

“Touché.” He nods, smirk somehow widening. “I got a new tattoo.”

“A new tattoo?” You mock gasp. “However did you, Luke Hemmings, tattoo artist at Inkredible, manage to think of such a spontaneous idea?”

“Alright Sarcastic Sally.” Luke laughs, making you grin. “Wanna see it or not?”

“Oh go on then. Treat me.”

He rolls his eyes at your words, but you just smile as he reaches behind his neck, pulling his t shirt up and over his head. Your eyes drop to his torso, noticing the clear wrap around his body. He slowly removes it before turning his side towards you, arm lifting up so you could clearly see the skin over his rib cage. There, in what had previously been a blank gab in between the intricate designs that adorned your boyfriend’s skin, was a small image of two otters, their paws intertwined as their heads point towards each other. Below it, your name was written in small cursive.

“My name?” You ask, eyes looking back up to meet his. “And…otters.”

“Yeah.” He nods, smirk still as proud. “This guy came in the other day, and he’s a zoo keeper right. And it was a pretty massive piece he was getting, and he ended up being the last customer in the shop. So whilst Ash was working on him, Cal, Mike and I started asking him questions and he was telling us animal facts. And he said that when otters sleep, they hold each other’s paws, so they don’t lose each other as they float downstream. And I don’t know, it somehow made me think of us and why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’ve gone soft.” You can’t help the grin on your face as you lean over and kiss him. “It’s cute.”

“Yeah yeah.” He rolls his eyes, brushing his lips to yours again. “So you like it?

“I love it.”

And the way he beams back at you, is your most favourite smile of his.

Calum

Originally, you’d only done it as a one off.

You’d gone to meet your friend Michael at the tattoo parlour where he worked after class one day, only to find the receptionist, Jack, begging the boys to give him the following day off work. You listened to the conversation for less than two minutes before you realised it was pointless. The guys were adamant that the shop couldn’t run on a Saturday without a receptionist, and Jack was unwavering in his argument that he couldn’t. Eventually, you’d volunteered your own services just to make it all end.

A year and a half later, it was your part time job and second home.

You grew to love the tattoo parlour, and the boys that came with it. You’d sprawl your textbooks across the reception desk as you studied during your shift, no one caring that you were multi-tasking. Sometimes the guys would come over and read over your shoulder when they weren’t working, often making you laugh as it resulted in them stating it was impossible.

And of course, you met Calum.

You’d always found him attractive, but working in the shop allowed the two of you to grow closer. As the weeks went on, conversation switched from your college work and the designs he was working on to your personal lives. He asked you out one day when the two of you were closing up the shop, leaning against the counter as you logged off the reception computer. You’d not even looked up from what you were doing, shrugging and quipping “Sure.” He’d laughed, shaking his head as he pushed off the counter, winking at you when you finally lifted your eyes to meet his.

Now, you fell more in love with him every day.

From the way he grinned at you in the morning when you moaned about having to get out of bed to the way he rolled his eyes when you made a sarcastic comment. It was how he looked so strong and so tough but could create such delicate and intricate designs. It was how he laughed, how he held your hand, how he looked at you in the early hours of the morning. It was how when you first asked him for a tattoo, he’d taken it so seriously because he couldn’t bare for you to hate his work, especially when it was for you. He didn’t have to worry of course, you’d love whatever he made for you.

He kept you company in between his clients at work.

“You should get a second chair for behind here.” He stated one day, as you were working on the computer. “You know, for…visitors.”

“You mean for you.” You replied, eyes flicking back to him. He was doodling on a post it note, if you could call his drawings doodles. He just shrugged, smile pulling at his lips as he looked at what he was doing. “You know, you have your own chair over at your station.”

“Yes but that’s my point. I’d have to move it every time I come over.”

“Calum, I think you can manage.”

“You’re cruel.”

“And you have a client.”

His head snapped up as a man walked in the door, smiling as he stood up straight to greet the customer. Stepping out from behind the counter, he gestured towards his station, watching as the man began to walk.

“Always a pleasure Angel.” He grinned, eyes darting to the post it note before he followed. You turned to see what he’d drawn, laughing at the cartoon-like image of the two of you sitting on chairs behind a desk.

The tattoo shop never failed to bring a smile to your face, and neither did Calum.

[tomgcsglasses]

The Christmas Party - Part 1 (TGC)

Tagging: @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff, @glynnecarney and @prettyboytgc

You took one last look in your full-length mirror, ensuring every part of your outfit was perfect. Scanning your outfit from head-to-toe, your dark brown hair loose, cascading past your shoulders and ending with flawless waves just above your chest. Your burgundy, off-the-shoulder-dress hugging your body and accentuating your envious curves as it fell to the floor. The dress was accessorized with long, glittery earrings and black stilettos. To complete the look was your make-up - which you’d spend hours on - smokey glittery eye shadow, contoured to perfection, highlight glowing at every angle and your lips, matte, full and plump. Your earrings, eye shadow and lipstick all matched your dress. You were surprised with how well you cleaned up, you don’t usually spend this much time and effort with events like this, but you’re thankful that you did. You had to admit you looked good.

Once you were satisfied with your appearance, you grabbed your black clutch bag and made your way to the event. 

The atmosphere within the office was electric this time of year, the chaotic and frantic notion of your fellow colleagues seemed to have disappeared as everyone was excitedly chatting at the annual work Christmas party. Your company hired out the local assembly room, which was quite a surprise because that was one of the fanciest venues in the city. They really went all out this year. You scanned the room, surveying the decor, the huge 1920′s chandelier hanging in the middle of the room, the party lights slowly dancing around the room caressing the hundreds of well-dressed adults engaging in riveting conversations. Not bad work. Not bad. The bass was thumping as music was being played in the background, it was way too early to open up the dance floor and people weren’t ready to let themselves dance in front of people they worked with. As you continued to scan the room, you felt your heart come to a halt. Shit. You felt your heart pound underneath your dress. Suddenly, you felt restricted and the urge to cut yourself free was getting all the more enticing. There he was. The man you’ve been silently crushing on since the day he walked through the doors of your building just over a year ago. You noticed a waiter approaching you with a tray full of champagnes, you grabbed two, smiled at him and knocked back one of the glasses.

“Easy tiger, you’ve just arrived.” You felt someone whisper in your ear. You whipped your head around and sighed in relief when you saw your best friend of 9 years. Rory is your right hand man, your go to in every thing. From your first ever date, to choosing your outfit for the first day of work, he was there. 

“Don’t sneak up on me like Rory!” You smacked him on the arm. 

“Well, well, well.” Rory said slowly. “Don’t you look divine tonight?” He said, smirking a little as he gestured to your outfit. 

“Why thank you.” You giggled as you lifted the glass up to your lips and gulped the champagne. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You glanced over his outfit, he was wearing a white shirt, tucked into dark blue trousers accompanied with the same colour waistcoat and tanned shoes. 

“Go on then. ‘Gis a twirl.” Rory winked. You did so, placing your right foot over your left and slowly twirling. Once you were facing him again, you curtsied. The two of you erupted into laughter, fooling around when someone tapped Rory on the shoulder. You stopped laughing and straightened your posture a little, not really aware of who the person was. 

“Alright mate?” the all to familiar voice said to Rory. Your eyes widened as you figured out who it was, you froze, heart beating faster by the minute. You could feel the blood pumping furiously around your body as you tried to compose yourself. Their voices all but a buzz as they were engrossed in their conversation, you weren’t really paying attention it as you were focusing on not passing out there and then. 

“You know Y/N Tom?” Rory asked, dragging you back to reality where your crush was standing opposite you; looking flawless as usual. You gulped, finishing the rest of your drink whilst you discretely checked Tom out. His short blonde hair quaffed to the side, his blue eyes sparkled with the assistance of the party lights and soft lighting from the chandelier. His white shirt, buttoned all the way up was tucked into his black trousers, matching his black jacket. He completed the suit with a neat bow tie and shiny black shoes. Is this boy trying to kill me with his good looks. I can’t breathe right now. 

“Oh yeah, of course, hey Y/N.” Tom turned his attention to you, his blue eyes glistening as his body faced you. He leaned in wrapped one arm around your waist, gently pulling you in for a hug

“H-hi.” Your voice hoarse, you coughed a little. “Hi.” You repeated and smiled. You returned the hug, a little taken back when you felt a spark run through your body. You felt your knees go slightly weak with the limited space between the two of you. You could feel his hard chest against yours. You melted a little when he tightened his grip on you.

“You look gorgeous Y/N.” Tom whispered in your right ear, sending shivers down your spine when his hand snaked their way down south to your hips.

“Thank you.” You giggled a little, pulling away. “I like your bow tie.” His bow tie? Really?!

Tom chuckled. “’Tis a good bow tie.” You laughed. Tom opened his mouth to say something when he got interrupted. 

“Y/N! You look radiant. Where have you been hiding that bod?” Your boss, who looks like she’s ready to take on the dance floor, stumbles to you. She embraces you into a tight hug, almost suffocating you in the process. You hug back, then pull away. She puts her hands on your shoulders and as she checks you out. “You my friend, look utterly divine.” She slurred out. She stumbled back and Tom caught her before she could fall. “Oh thank you Tom dear.”

Tom looked at you. “I think we should call her a taxi back home.” He chuckled slightly, drew out a chair and carefully placed your boss onto it. He then took out his phone and excused himself. Two minutes later he returns. “Taxi’s coming here in 10.” You nodded. 

You and Rory were in a deep conversation when you heard a groan, you turned your heads to find your boss’s legs in the air and her arm dangling just above the floor. “Oh no.” You said to yourself, you rushed to her left side re-adjusting her so she was sitting firmly on the chair.

“Your hair is s-so soft.” Your boss slurred. “H-h.” She hiccuped. “H-how do you get it-t like that-t?” She asked, shoving her face into yours so you can smell the array of alcoholic beverages she had consumed this evening. You crinkled your nose at the smell. You glanced to Rory who was finding it amusing and laughing with Tom, widening your eyes which was a signal for his help. He just laughed and shook his head. Tom leaned his back and chuckled at the state of his boss annoying you. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to your boss. “T-tell me your s-secret Y/N. I-i want to k-know.” She hiccuped in your face, her mouth smelt like a mixture of rum, champagne and gin. You gagged slightly. Your boss’s right arm slipped and she toppled over a little. Your right foot ready to jump to the other side, when you saw Tom go to her other side; setting her straight. You looked up and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him. He smiled and mouthed back ‘it’s okay’. Thankfully Tom got the text, you knew this because he fished through his pocket and glanced at his phone.

“Taxi’s outside.” You nodded. Tom put your boss’s arm around his shoulder, you doing the same. You both carefully lifted her up, as Rory was behind carrying her clutch bag. You all slowly walked to the taxi, Rory opened the door as Tom went first taking her arm off his shoulder. It was hard work, but you eventually got her in and the taxi driver drove off. You all watched the taxi until it was out of sight. 

“Wasn’t she a handful?” Rory asked laughing. 

“I need a drink.” You said. With that you turned on your heel and made your way back inside to the party. The boys followed.

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The more the night went on, the more you drank, the louder the music got and the less everyone cared about their reputation around their work colleagues. Copious amounts of champagne, shots of jager, vodka, tequila, rum and cocktails was consumed, which meant one thing. The more you drank, the less you cared. About anything. Rory dragged you along, which caused you to link hands with Tom, the three of you making yet another trip to the bar. The bartender lined up three shot glasses, expertly pouring the liquor Rory chose for this round. Once it was done, Rory passed the shots to you and Tom. You clinked the shots and downed them, slamming them down on the counter once you were finished with them. 

“Let’s dance!” Rory shouted in your ear. You scrunched your face with disapproval. “C’mon Y/N, you know you want to.” He winked at you, poking you in your ribs playfully. 

You sighed. “Fine. Lead the way then boss.” You waved your hand, letting him go first.

“I love you.” He leaned in and pecked your cheek, grabbed your hand and led you into the dance floor. You took a hold of Tom’s hand as you both let Rory enter you into the jungle of hot, sweaty bodies dancing and grinding to the music. Once you were in the centre of the dance floor, Rory let go of your hand, you let go of Toms and you formed a circle; all of you re-joining with your colleagues. Rory turned you around so your back was facing Tom and away from him, placed his hands on your hips as you started shaking your hips along with the music. You could feel the alcohol getting to you a little - ok, maybe a lot, along with the music being played, you ran your fingers through your hair as you and Rory started dancing like hooligans. Both egging each other on to perform ludicrous moves, which to your surprise grabbed the attention of every male on the dance floor - including one in particular. They all were attracted to you, like a moth to a flame. You didn’t pay much attention to them because you were having too much fun with Rory. Eventually, they got bored and slowly moved away. 

“Rory! I didn’t know you still worked here.” A high-pitched voice came from across the circle. You and Rory both looked up, as his eyes widened in surprise.

“No way?! Holly, what are you doing here?” Rory gasped. He squeezed your hand, then moved across the circle so he was opposite you. You didn’t care much, as you were in your own world, dancing to the music and having a good old time. You felt two strong arms snake around your waist, you turned your head to your right to find Tom dancing next to you. His hands squeezing your hips a little, leaning in to your ear.

“You ok darlin’?” He asked. You nodded and he nodded back. “Good.” You both danced a little, before he leaned back in again. “Did you want to grab a drink?” You nodded.

“Yes please.” He nodded, taking a hold of your hand and began to make his way through the crowd, apologizing to everyone who shot him a dirty look. Eventually you both made it to the bar. Tom leaned across the counter, trying the balance himself as he got the bartender’s attention. He shouted across his order, getting you what you’ve been getting all night. The bartender nodded and went on to make the drinks. Tom turned to you and leaned in to your ear.

“Have I said how gorgeous you’re lookin’ tonight Y/N?” He whispered in your ear, his lips grazing the lobe a little. You shivered slightly, you grabbed the counter to regain your balance. 

“You look rather handsome yourself.” You leaned in closer, giggling as your hands grazed over his bow tie - which was now loose with his top two buttons open - and down his shirt. You looked into eyes and bit your lower lip. You saw something change in his eyes, but you got interrupted.

The bartender gave Tom the drinks, he took one and gave it to you. “Here ya go lovely.” He said. You blushed and took a long sip, sighing deeply when you felt the rum coursing through your veins. You and Tom were having a conversation by the bar, when you felt someone fall into you. You were a bit startled, but saw that it was Rory. He was stumbling around, you finished your drink and placed it on the counter, helping Rory with his balance.

“I think we should get going.” You said to Tom, gesturing to Rory who had his head on your shoulders. Tom nodded and knocked back the rest of his drink too.

“Let’s go.”

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You switched on the light, as Tom carried Rory onto the sofa. Rory hunched over on and then titled his head back and opened his eyes. 

“Can I have a cup of coffee?” You nodded, making your way to your kitchen, putting water in the kettle and letting it boil. You then retrieved a cup from your cupboard, filling it with 4 spoons of coffee. Once you stirred the coffee, you cradled it in your hands as you sat down next to Rory. You cautiously gave him the cup, once it had cooled down a little and sat with him until he had finished it. “Thank you love.” Rory turned to you.

You inspected his eyes. “Are you ok? You can stay here if you want?” You asked.

Rory shook his head. “It’s okay, I live down the road, I’ll make it.” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

Rory nodded. “I’m positive.”

“Okay. But you’re staying on the phone to me until you’re in your bed!” You insisted. 

“Okay! Deal.” Rory placed the mug down and slowly stood up. He hugged you tightly, giving you a kiss on the cheek. He then hugged Tom.

“Get home safely pal.” Tom said. Rory nodded, fishing through his pockets and retrieved his phone. He dialed a number, you saw your phone flashing in your hands and saw it was Rory. You answered and started speaking to him. You stayed on the phone with him, you were with him throughout the entire journey home, you heard the jangling of his keys, the curses as he tried to find the right key, the celebration when he finally entered his threshold and finally him getting into his bed.

“Okay, I’m in the bed.” Your phone flashed, it was Rory sending you a selfie of him in bed with his suit from the party still on. You giggled a little. 

“Good. Get a good night’s sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow love.” You said, blowing a kiss down the phone you hung up. You sighed happily to yourself.

“Did he get home ok?” Tom asked, who was sitting on the sofa.

You nodded. “Yes he did.” You smiled. 

“Okay.” Tom stood up. “I’ll guess I’ll be going then.”

You thought for a second. “Did you want a cup of coffee, y’know, before you leave?” 

Part 2

[tricksters-captain]

FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 11

AN: We are getting so close to finishing this series which makes me sad but I’m thankful for all of you and I finally hit 4k followers this weekend which incredible!!

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)(Part Nine)(Part Ten)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 2,462

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic,

Archie thought it best to miss out the gory details of his and FP’s conversation by telling you that FP didn’t talk at all whilst he was there. 

In the meantime, you had managed to convince Kevin to talk to Joaquin about FP’s one phone call and that was the next piece of the puzzle that you were waiting on. 

Archie had informed you that FP had been working with another Serpent called Mustang but what he didn’t tell you was that he was going with Kevin, Joaquin and Veronica to go interrogate said-Serpent. You didn’t find out until Archie called you to ask for a lift. 

You turned into the carpark through the crime scene to see it was all too late, your dad had beaten you to Archie. 

“Archie, what happened?” You asked as you knocked on the truck’s window.

“(Y/n), can we just leave it please?” Your dad looked so exhausted of all of this as he answered for Archie. It kind of made you feel bad for him, having to constantly chase around after you both as you were on this wild goose chase to find out who killed Jason. 

“Actually, Dad, I think I’m gonna ride home with (Y/n).” Archie wiped his face, he had been crying. 

“Okay, just... just head straight home.” Your dad told you, you said you would before guiding Archie to your car. 

“So what the hell happened, Archie?” You asked as you entered your car.

“Mustang, the serpent FP worked with, overdosed and they found a bag of money from Ronnie’s dad in his room, that’s all.” Archie informed you, you scoffed at him and leant your head back against the car seat, 

“Okay, well, what the hell happened with including me then?! I’m not just some phone call that you can use whenever you’re in trouble, Archie. You include me in this, okay? In all of this. I want to help FP, I want to prove he’s innocent too. You think you can do it all by yourself but you can't. You just can't, Archie.” You let it all out there and then. “I’m done moping around. I want to help. Let me help.”

Archie snivelled, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt then slowly nodded his head. 

“Okay. Okay, you can help.”

You weren’t needed for another couple days, thing may have seemed like they were calming down but in reality the group was still searching for evidence to get FP out of a cell. 

You were surprised when you received a phone call from Joaquin, you had rarely spoken before and he had asked you to meet him privately before he left town so you obliged. 

You met on the south side of town and Joaquin told you he had to make it quick since Kevin was on his way to send Joaquin off. 

“What is it?” You asked Joaquin, it sounded important over the phone and since you and Joaquin weren’t exactly friends, you figured it was dire. 

“Look, when FP called me the other night, he told me some stuff and one thing was about you.” Joaquin told you. 

You stepped forward, crossing your arms over your chest, encouraging Joaquin to go on. 

“He... He told me to keep an eye on you. Keep you out of trouble. He said... he doesn't want you getting involved in this because things were too dangerous now. He said he wanted me to keep you away from him whilst he’s caught up in this.” Joaquin explained, 

“Why?” You asked, raising your hand slightly as you shook your head in confusion. 

“I don’t know. But since I’m heading out of town, I just thought you needed to know that I got someone else looking out for ya. He’s a Serpent, a real good guy, as good as a Serpent can come.” Joaquin told you as he adjusted the bag strap on his shoulder. 

“I don’t need someone to look out for me, Joaquin. I need something to prove FP didn’t kill Jason.” You scoffed. 

Joaquin pursed his lips and lowered his head, 

“He cares about you, (Y/n) but you gotta stay away from him now.” That was the last thing Joaquin said before dispersing to make his way to the station. 

You rubbed your hands over your face, completely frustrated with all this and tried to push back the tears that formed in your eyes.

Did FP even understand how hard he was making all this for you?!

Later that day as you walked past Archie’s room, a thought sprung to mind and since Jughead wasn’t around, you figured now was the best time to ask. 

“Archie, were you being honest when you said FP didn’t say anything to you the other day?” You asked, closing the door behind you so no one could eavesdrop on the conversation. 

Archie looked up at you from his guitar and paused for a second as if contemplating whether he should tell you. 

You watched him shake his head and you felt a pang hit your chest. 

“What did he say? What did he say exactly?” You asked, 

“He said... He said that you should move on. He asked if he looked like he cared about your thoughts or feelings. He said you were a mistake, just some fun but it’s over and you should get on with your life.” Archie swallowed his words after he said them, his jaw clenching as he waited for your reaction.

You nodded, chortling sourly at it. You looked up to stop the fresh tears from leaving your eyes and then turned your back to Archie and reached for the door handle. 

Archie went to apologise but you had already left the room. 

The next day, Jughead had told Archie that Joaquin informed Kevin of a bag that might help you know if FP really killed Jason. Jughead, Betty and Kevin had gone out to try to find it and they called Archie when they did. 

You all met at your house, in the garage, it was the safest bet considering everyone’s parents were all wary of you all now. 

“Jason’s jacket? How is this supposed to help FP?” You asked Jughead and Betty as you all stood around the duffel bag containing Jason’s jock jacket. 

“I don’t know. Looks like more incriminating evidence to me.” Kevin shrugged his shoulders, 

“Yeah. This just confirms that my dad torched Jason’s getaway car.” Jughead agreed with Kevin. You sighed, biting your cheek as you thought. 

“And that his confession was true.” Kevin said, 

“Why would FP say that Jason’s varsity jacket is dangerous? What could that mean?” Betty was just as baffled as you all were. 

“I can ask my father. He would know, considering we found concrete proof that he hired the Serpents to kill Jason.” Veronica said as she finally made her entrance. She then turned towards Jughead and frowned. “Which probably means that your dad pulled the trigger, Jughead. I’m sorry.” 

You all fell silent although you were pretty certain that the protests in your head were almost loud enough for the others to hear.

“There has to be more.” You whispered, sharing a look with Betty. 

“There isn't.” Jughead grunted, giving up any hope that he had left. Betty stared at him, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  

“No.” She shook her head. “No. No, I’m not giving up yet.” Betty snapped back into action and picked up the jacket, she turned to Archie. “Put this on.” 

“What?” Archie looked at her as if she had lost a bolt. 

“Put it on.” Betty threw the jacket around Archie’s shoulders and started to search all pockets and lining. 

“Betty, this is weird.” Archie told her as she dug deep into the pockets. 

“There’s a hole in the pocket.” Betty paused, 

“Now we’re just grasping at straws.” Kevin didn’t think of the hole as a tie breaker and to be honest you didn’t know what Betty was getting at until she mentioned her chapstick. 

“Okay, no, I don't know about you guys but whenever I have a hole in my pocket, I always lose my chapstick in the lining.” 

“Or my Montblanc.” Veronica muttered under her breath to which you chose to ignore. 

“Hold on.” Betty searched through the jacket and felt around the lining, you watched her closely with curiosity, could she really be getting at something here?

“Nancy Drew strikes again.” Kevin laughed, surprised how good Betty could be at this sometimes as she pulled out a silver USB stick. 

“Has anyone got a computer with them?” You asked, looking around at the gang. 

You managed to quickly get a laptop from the house to watch whatever was on the stick. You didn’t expect to see what you saw. You never anticipated that it would even be anything to do with what it was. You weren’t even sure you were ready to watch it all unravel, but as it did, it was too late anyway. 

The laptop screen glowered among all your faces as the dull-coloured camera footage played. It was the basement of the Whyte Wyrm, Jason Blossom was tied to a chair, dressed in all white just like Cheryl was when they found her at the beginning of all of this. The picture wasn’t great but you could tell he was pretty beat up whilst Mustang, a now deceased serpent you recognised from the bar, taunted him. But that wasn’t the part. 

The worst part came next when Jason’s father, Clifford Blossom, entered the basement. Hands in pockets, a disappointed look lingered on his features, he reached forward to Jason and took a ring from his shirt pocket and then the unthinkable... 

Clifford Blossom pulled a gun and shot his son between the eyes. 

Whilst the others all jumped at the sound of the gun, you just sat still, staring at the screen still, a tear rolling down your cheek. 

You couldn’t even imagine your dad ever doing something as horrid as that to Archie. No matter how angry Archie could make him, no matter what Archie could do, Fred wouldn't dare. After all, how can you kill your own son? 

That a question to ask Clifford Blossom. 

Betty shut down the screen and took out her phone. At first, the rest of the group were worried she might call the cops but instead she called Cheryl to warn her she lived in a house with a psycho. 

The next thing you did was decide who you were going to give this to so they could show the sheriff. You all agreed that it be best if someone a little older gave the stick to the sheriff, and you soon all agreed to give the stick to Betty’s mom. 

You didn’t stick around to watch the parents react to who the real murderer was, you didn’t want to. 

You took your car and you drove to the only place you ever really wanted to go. You drove to FP’s. 

When you opened the door, you noticed that someone had the cleaned the place up after the cops’ raid. Most likely Jughead.

You had the flannel button-down that you stole from FP in your hand, it had lost his smell since you wore it so often so you figured you’d trade it in.

It took you a few seconds to gather the will to actually enter the trailer, it took you even longer to make it to the bedroom. 

You opened the wardrobe and FP’s musky aroma hit you within milliseconds, you reached forward and took out the Serpent jacket, smiling weakly at the memory of the night you wore it. 

You slipped it on, the worn leather was heavy on your shoulders but it reminded you so much of FP that you didn’t mind. 

You hung up the shirt you had borrowed and ran your fingers over the rough material of his many other shirts, picking out your favourite to take home. 

You sat down on the bed, digging your hands into the leather jacket’s pockets but found nothing but rubbish. You sighed and your eyes glanced around the trailer. It was so quiet. 

You returned to your feet to turn the radio on in the kitchen and then found yourself looking through the piles on unopened mail that Jughead must have put on the counter for when his dad came home. 

You wanted to know why he lied, you wanted to find something that might give him a reason to confess to something he didn’t do but in the end you knew you’d only find out if you spoke to him in person. So you decided you’d do just that. 

You didn’t leave FP’s trailer until you had too, until Archie called you and told you that you had to get home immediately. 

You hung up FP’s jacket and you took FP’s shirt with you as you rushed home. 

“What’s going on?” You asked as you saw the family gathering in the middle of the hallway. You silently thanked god that you left FP’s shirt in the car because there was clearly no way of getting out of this one. 

Your mom pulled away from Archie to which she had been tightly hugging and turned to face you, a tight smile on her lips and her eyes glassy. 

“I got a call from work, I have to be back in Chicago tomorrow.” She told you. 

“You’re going back to Chicago?” You cocked your eyebrow. It was odd, you felt something inside of you switch when you realised she was leaving again. 

“Yeah.” She nodded her head, her lips trembling as she tried to control her emotions. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see your dad, he was watching you to see how you were going to react and secretly praying that you weren’t cold to your mother. 

“It was good to see you, (Y/n). Please say you’ll consider coming to Chicago in the fall.” You had to look away from her face as she started to cry, 

How dare she cry. You thought. She was the one that was leaving again. 

“I’ll think about it, Mom.” You opened your arms and hugged your mom for the first time in two years. 

She smiled brightly at you, touching your cheek as she broke away. 

“I promise I’ll call.” She swore as she picked up her bags. You stepped back so you were stood with Archie and you felt him slightly nudge your shoulder. 

You rolled your eyes, pretending to brush it off but you and dad could see how much it hurt Archie to see her leave again. How much it hurt you. 

Part 12

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