#i just noticed a mistake in this n it's gonna annoy me forever bye

[emgeneticist]

uggh mzen doodle (shakes my butt

[butterfluffy]

Hey fluff! Can I request Zoro for the msa special?

“my strange addiction”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· this swordsman is addicted to alcohol, and you. so it's definitely a huge win for him when you asked him to go out and drink..

⠀⠀➧ is this still considered fluff? | yandere!r. zoro × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — contains yandere themes, alcohol use, (slight) violence, and kidnapping. get out of this fic if you're uncomfortable with these. mistakes and swearing are present too.

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “my strange addiction,” which is a writing special i made to celebrate this account reaching 500+ followers.

requested by: anonymous — i do hope this moss head doesn't get the both of you lost, ahsahshahaha.

by continuing, you consent into reading this oneshot fanfic which contains yandere themes, alcohol use, violence, and kidnapping. if uncomfortable, please don't read this fic. also, don't go blaming me, i warned you.

“Hey, hey, hey! Zoro!” You chimed, slinging your arm over the moss head's shoulder, causing him to look up at you with a raised brow.

“What?” Zoro mutters with his usual blank expression, masking the joy, and butterflies he's feeling in his stomach by your small, innocent action.

“Wanna go out and drink? My treat~” You offered with a coo, a big grin on your face as Zoro hummed, nodding his head.

“Sure. You better keep your word on it being your treat though, 'cause you'd be spending a lot tonight.” Chuckles the moss head, immediately standing up and dragging you with him to buy drinks...

“.....Man, I hope my wallet's still good after gettin' all these beer and sake.” You said with a breathy laugh, pouring yourself a glass of sake as Zoro chugged a bottle of beer in one go.

“Ah! I told ya you'd be spending a lot, heh.” He says with a smirk, causing you to sigh, comical tears streaming down your face as you thought of the amount you had spent.

“But don't worry about that now, let's drink. Savour these drinks that you bought with your money.” Passing you a beer bottle, Zoro grinned, enjoying himself completely...

I mean, how can he not enjoy this?

He's drinking, and he's with you.

Two of his favorites, so how can he not enjoy himself to the max?

“Guhh.... Hey, Zoro..” You called, looking up the man, showing your flushed face that got him smiling like an idiot.

He loves how you look right now, he admits. You look incredibly cute to him—and oh how he wish he's able to take a picture of your current state.

But unfortunately, he couldn't, so he'd just engrave this memory in his mind for himself forever.

Though he wants you to be with him forever instead.

“..I'm—hic, I'm going home, am drunk, bye.” You babbled, standing up, taking small, shaky steps away from the swordsman who slightly frowned, following you and taking your arm, pulling you back to him.

“Oi, don't go yet, we're not done drinkin' up, Y/n.” He grumbles, having you sit back down the table with him.

“But I don't wanna drink up anymoreee! I wanna go home!” You whined, pushing your lips forward to a pout, causing Zoro to sigh heavily. Falling into your plead, that he calls a trap.

“Fine. Let's go home, to my house.” He stated, standing up once again after finishing another bottle of beer.

“Eh? Your house? No, no, I wanna go home to mine. And—and, I'm going home, not you too. You can stay here and—hic, drink up all you want, since there's still some—some drinks here, yeah?”

Tilting his head to the side by your words, Zoro shook his head, taking your hand and dragging you with him.

“Z..Zoro! Let me go, I'm gonna go home to my houseee!” You shout, trying to get away from his grip that didn't dare let you go.

“Stop dragging me—damn it, moss head! I said, stooopp!!” You growled, getting annoyed by the moss head, your unwillingness also annoying him.

“Y/n just—fuck it, sorry for this, I guess....!”

He's taking you home, he definitely is.

Hitting your head with the empty beer bottle in his hand, Zoro groans, brows stitched to a frown.

He never really wanted to have things result into this, it's just—you left him no choice.

“If you just had been compliant, I wouldn't have done this, stupid..” Zoro whispers, carrying your now unconscious self in his arms, the frown in his face disappearing, turning into a victorious look.

Tonight's a big win for him.

He's got to satisfy his addiction—drinking, and you who's now in his arms, all to himself until who-knows-how-long...

© butterfluffy 2022

⠀⠀ʚїɞ · likes, comments, reblogs, and/or feedbacks are highly appreciated!

[mizunetzu]

PART 3 OF ITS YOUR FAULT PLS !!!! I LOVE IT EKDBJSHD

Well since y’all asked so nicely-

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Kuroo x reader - it’s your fault (pt. 3) (final)

⚠️warnings - angst

Pronouns - male, he/him

part 1 can be found here!

part 2 can be found here!

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Sports sucks. That’s what Kuroo knew about (y/n), yet he still egged him on to play volleyball with him. He had a choice to say no, which was what younger him was hoping for, yet he still did it in hope of gaining his affection.

All his life he thought he was annoying. All his life he’d been in the mindset of how annoying he was, and how blissful it would’ve been for him to just disappear off the face of the earth.

So when (y/n) suddenly stopped showing up to practice, Kuroo didn’t expect himself to get worried.

He was starting to miss all the clingy touches, or the ‘good morning, Kuroo-kun!’ every single morning practice. He didn’t realize how quiet the walk was to his classes, or to and from home, when (y/n) wasn’t there to fill the noise on random things he found cool or how his day was. He didn’t know how expensive the drink (y/n) religiously bought him from the vending machine was, even though he bought him the drink with a smile plastered on his face like it was nothing.

“Oh, (y/n)? He quit the team.”

Kuroo dropped the volleyball he was holding. He’d gone up to coach nekomata to ask where (y/n) was, and why he wasn’t showing up to practice. But he was regretting asking in the first place. Nekomata gave him a sympathetic look.

Kuroo picked up his volleyball, gave him the best smile he could afford, and walked away. Why was he so devastated? Why did his heart feel like it sunk into his stomach? Why was his chest hurting like that? He should’ve been glad that (y/n) was finally gone.

So why does his heart hurt so much?

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Kuroo figured he’d stop by his apartment to see what was going on. It’s been weeks, yet he couldn’t find him anywhere in his classrooms, and he nor Kenma could reach him on his phone.

When he walked up the stairs, looking for the ever familiar door to his apartment, he was nervous. For once in his life when going to talk to the boy, he was nervous. It wasn’t a good feeling, he never felt nervous to talk to him before.

When he noticed the door slightly ajar, he clutched the apology basket of sweets in his hand tighter. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to apologize for, though. Maybe for yelling at him, or maybe for something else.

“...hello? (Y-y/n)?” When he opened the door, he was met face to face with construction workers, and a blank apartment. Kuroos heart stopped beating. A man, who Kuroo believes was the apartment owner, looked at Kuroo, to his schools jacket, and down to his basket saying “I’m sorry (y/n) :(“

“Oh? Are you here for that (h/c)-haired kid?” Kuroo nodded vigorously.

“Sorry bud. He moved out a few days ago.” Kuroo couldn’t hide the devastated frown from tugging at his lips. He mumbled a small “sorry” and spedwalked out of the building.

He spammed (y/n’s) phone, probably texting more than he ever did his whole life combined, with “where are you’s” and “hey look I’m sorry, okay? Please answer me’s”

None of them were even read.

Kenma didn’t react well to knowing one of his best friends moved away so suddenly. Unlike Kuroo, (y/n) was good friends with him, practically attached to the hip. When Kuroo told him he couldn’t find (y/n) at his apartment, Kenma clutched his ds harder and glared at the screen like it was it’s fault for making him disappear.

But as much as Kenma blamed the ds, they both knew it was Kuroos fault.

———

Kuroo strived to be a better person. He came to terms with his feelings for (y/n), and how he could never repeat his mistake again.

He grew to love (y/n), and he messed it up so bad.

He’d be sure to never lead anyone on again, minus when he’d lead his team to victory as their new captain. He’d try and hold less grudges, tell someone when he doesn’t like them, as to let them down easy instead of blowing up in their face, and even bought his team snacks and filled up their water bottles during practice.

Kuroo walked around the unknown streets of miyagi, scanning his eyes for a mop of bleached hair. He knew Kenma got distracted on his phone, but this was excessive, even for him.

Eventually, his eyes landed on two bright figures. Kenmas usual bright blond hair, and a tuft of orange next to him.

“Kenma!”

Kenmas head whipped up, and he shut off his phone, but then a flash of (h/c) came into his peripherals. He looked a little further down and locked eyes with someone who made his throat close up.

(Y/n).

He looked older. Not in the way that he looks physically older, but he carried himself with a somewhat mature, grown stance that made Kuroo so a double take. His hair was slightly longer and he was wearing a black team jacket instead of the red Nekoma jacket he used to wear. Shocked (e/c) colored eyes morphed into an expression of pure resentment, making Kuroos shocked happiness short lived. Kenma walked up next to him, about to ask what happened when Kuroo turned his head away, walking with his head down.

Kenma waved bye to Hinata, when his eyes landed on (y/n). He was talking to a silver headed guy, with a distasteful frown directed at Kuroo. He didn’t say anything though, just ducked his head and walked beside his captain.

———

(Y/n) kept his eyes fixed on the ground, as Nekoma and Karasuno stood in a line, facing eachother. Kenma was practically standing in front of him, shocked to the core, but also averting his gaze. Not just because (y/n), but Hinata next to the boy was staring at him with his mouth agape.

Eventually everyone filed into the gym, Hinata stopping Kenma to talk, while taketora eyed him menacingly. (Y/n) side-eyed the little interaction with an unwanted jealousy. He wanted to talk to Kenma, he WAS his childhood and best friend. But it soon dissipated when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

That jealousy turned into hatred.

“Can we talk, (y/n)?”

(Y/n) slapped Kuroos hand away and stepped past him, pushing him back slightly with his shoulder.

“Don’t call me that. You have no right. It’s

(L/n).”

Kuroo watched as (y/n) stepped into the gym, his lips pressed into a fine line.

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(Y/n) sat on a bench in the corner with an obviously closed off aura, watching as people set up the net or the players from both schools talked to eachother. He walked as Kuroo shook hands with Daichi, not noticing the mop of bleached hair sit himself next to him. (Y/n) flinched when he felt something brush his shoulder.

He whipped his head around to find Kenma, sitting right next to him, but looking straight in front of him. He said nothing, and fiddled with his fingers. Guess he didn’t change, even after a new school year.

(Y/n) relaxed a bit and went back to stalking his team and old teammates with a somewhat less intimidating aura. They sat in heavy silence for what seemed like forever, until (y/n) coughed into his Karasuno jacket.

“S-so how you been Ke-“

“So you’re just not gonna tell me why you left?”

Kenma was looking straight at (y/n), with his normal, neutral gaze. It looked like his normal face, but (y/n) knew how hurt he was. He understood, though. He would be hurt too if his best friend moved without saying goodbye.

“I’m...I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

More silence consumed them. Sounds of sneakers squeaking and the rustle of the net being hung up seemed to vanish under the cloud of quiet sheltering them. Kenma stood up.

“I’m not mad. But I know why you left. And I’m not saying it’s a stupid reason, but you should talk to him.”

Kenma walked away without another word, leaving (y/n) to trail his eyes over to his old teammate, now captain. The frown that summoned up on his face came naturally, despite taking Kenmas words to heart.

He also stood up, brushing himself off and turning his cheery attitude back on. Why play a game with a frown when you’re about to destroy your old team?

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(Y/n) wasn’t mad he lost. He was actually quite satisfied with ticking off some of his old teammates by receiving spikes or feints no one saw coming. He sort of felt like an inside man. A spy even. It wasn’t enough to secure a win, but (y/n) never really cared for that.

Everyone was bidding their new friends goodbye, or just idly standing by. He promised Kenma to unblock his number, but only if they never talked about Kuroo again. (Y/n) knew he was being petty, but if it meant never talking to that piece of shit again, so be it-

“Stop ignoring me.”

Speak of the fucking devil. (Y/n) didn’t turn around, choosing to clutch the edge of his black jacket instead.

“Then stop trying to fix a friendship that never existed, Kuroo.”

“Oi!” Kuroo grabbed onto (y/n’s) shoulder harshly, pulling him back and making him stumble a little. (Y/n) pried and clawed at Kuroos iron hard grip. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed Kuroos touch, a lot.

“Can we please have a civilized fucking conversation? I’m fuckin begging you here!”

“Stop fucking cursing and let go of me you fuckass scheming bitch!”

(Y/n) swung at Kuroos head, but avertedly missed. He wasn’t sure if he missed on purpose, or if Kuroo ducked. Kuroo grabbed onto (y/n’s) waist, earning a choked squeak, and hauled him over his shoulder. Kuroo looked for a secluded area, ignoring the fists digging repeatedly into his back and the confused stares he got passing by his team and (y/n’s) teammates.

Kuroo practically threw (y/n) off his back, him stumbling down and hitting the back of a wall a bit harshly, and trapped him between his body and the wall. Both of his hands were on either side of (y/n’s) head, and his legs were long enough to trap him in if he tried to escape.

(Y/n) shrunk back into the wall ever so slightly, but kept the scowl present on his face. Kuroo pursed his lips and sighed.

“(Y/n)-“

“Let me go. I don’t wanna tal-“

“GODDAMNIT (Y/N) IM BUSTING MY BALLS HERE TO TELL YOU THAT IM SORRY!” Kuroo slammed his hands against the wall again, earning a surprised flinch from the smaller boy. “FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! PLEASE!”

Kuroos eyes softened a bit when he finally met eyes with (y/n’s) petrified form, cowering against the wall with his arms tucked in shakily. (Y/n) was quick to push past Kuroo though, diving past him and turning around, free from the wall.

“You see-this is what I fucking hate about you! You act so slick and perfect to the point where you lead people on to think they mean something important to you! I wanted to be a writer, Kuroo! I gave that up to spend my time bouncing a fucking volleyball around with you, and what did I get?! Nothing! I only did it for your stupid friendship, yet I didn’t even get that!”

(Y/n) practically had steam rolling out up his ears, and his words dripped with pure hatred with each retort. Kuroo opened his mouth to speak, but (y/n) beat him to it.

“So if you really want to apologize, give me back the blood sweat and tears I wasted on this stupid volleyball shit!”

(Y/n) punched at Kuroos chest with trembling hands. He kept punching and hitting Kuroo until Kuroo gently grabbed his wrists and pulled him into a hug. Kuroo felt him balling his fists into his back, trying to push him away, but he knew he was stronger. (Y/n’s) mouth was muffled by the cloth of Kuroos shirt, yet he still kicked and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“LET ME GO! I WANT MY CHILDHOOD BACK! I WANT ALL THE YEARS I COULD’VE BEEN WRITING OR LITERALLY BE DOING SOMETHING I ACTUALLY FUCKING LIKE BACK! ITS YOUR FAULT! ITS YOUR FAULT THAT MY ARMS HURT EVERYDAY! ITS YOUR FAULT I GAVE UP ON WRITING! ITS YOUR FAULT! I HATE YOU! I HATE VOLLEYBALL! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I hate you! I-I hate...I....”

Yelling turned into incoherent sobs as (y/n’s) punches died out into love taps. Kuroo said nothing, rubbing circles onto (y/n’s) back, who finally gave up and weakly wrapped his arms around Kuroos waist. He stained Kuroo with his salty tears, choking out half assed “let me go”s in between hics and sobs like a broken record.

They stood like that in comfortable silence, Kuroo combing fingers through (y/n’s) hair while the smaller boys sobs turned into occasional sniffles. Kuroo rocked gently from side to side, attempting to calm him down until he was ready to talk.

“I just wanted to be your friend, stupid Kuroo...” his words were barely understandable through the cracks and sniffles of his voice-also being muffled by Kuroos chest-but the taller boy heard every word as clear as day. He rested his chin on top of (y/n’s) head, looking off to the side.

“Sorry. If it means anything, I was stupid enough to hold a childhood grudge against you. You did nothing wrong. I just...i was dumb and disliked you because I thought you were lazy and annoying even though you were anything but that and...yeah. Sorry.”

Kuroo pulled away from the hug, the cold air hitting (y/n) like a truck. He silently whined at the loss of contact, wiping away stray tears with his team jacket. Kuroo awkwardly held his hands behind his back, his tongue suddenly feeling too big to fit comfortably in his mouth.

“...I’m sorry too.”

(Y/n) averted his gaze, his eyes half lidded and puffy from crying. Kuroo looked at (y/n) with a blank expression.

“Why?”

“For um...being annoying or something. And like...bitching a lot. I’m sorr-.”

Kuroo grabbed hold of (y/n’s) shoulders and shook him violently. “Don’t apologize! You don’t have anything to be sorry for! It’s my fault! Let me take the blame!”

“God shut up you’re gonna make me cry again.”

“...sorry.”

Kuroo looked like a kicked puppy, which made (y/n) burst into a fit of laughter. Kuroos ears perked up as he was graced with the sight of (y/n) wiping happy tears off his face and clutching his stomach. It was a beautiful sight, so beautiful that it made Kuroos chest tighten.

Chuckles died out into snickers as (y/n) huffed and leaned against the wall.

“So-what are we? Friends?”

Kuroo hesitantly nodded, watching (y/n’s) face intently for any sign of protest. When (y/n) broke out into a smile, Kuroo felt like he was on cloud nine. Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders after so long. He felt like he was flying.

“We should probably head back. I gotta go back to my schoo-“

“Yeah. Yeah that’s probably..smart...”

It was kind of bittersweet knowing you had to say goodbye to someone you just got your hands back on, but after (y/n) unblocked his number right infront of him before enveloping him in a hug, he supposed it was alright.

“Bye~! call me~” (y/n) mouthed out, stepping onto the bus. People started asking him if he was crying, or what that meltdown was about, but he just shrugged and put some earbuds in with a reserved smile.

Sports sucks. That’s the mindset (y/n) has, and probably will have forever.

But not when I’m with you.

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Epilogue:

“(Y/n)!” Kuroo ran up behind the boy and picked him up, twirling him around before setting him down. Tsukishima visibly gagged while Yamaguchi snickered behind him, stepping off the bus and preparing for the training camp.

“Yo! What’s up! God I missed you and your stupid hair.”

“I missed you too~”

...

“So...are we-“

“Yeah, that’s what we said on video chat right? I mean-if you meant it and all.”

“I DID!” Kuroo picked his new boyfriend up, this time placing a chaste kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“And god I love you so much.”

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And that’s it!! I hope you enjoyed this series!! Also thank you for 100 followers!! I’m so thankful!!

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Can u do a dad Tom holland x mom black reader where they have a 2 year old son ( Elijah ) and a 1 month old daughter (Ellie ) and his fans are being mean because your baby girl is darker than her big brother and Tom tells them to stop on a livestream but they don’t and he takes a break because he more frustrated than reader is . And the next day y/n go to Toms parents house and y’all talk about it and y/n sobs ending in fluff

YOU WONT BELIEVE THE SWEAT I HAVE DRIPPED FOR THIS ASK, I DID DO A LITTLE OVERBOARD, NICE ASK, NICE COCK 👍🏽 OH AND I MADE A MISTAKE ABOUT THE NEXT DAY THING, I WAS CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT

warnings: I DONT KNOWWW, NO SMUT BUT SËX REFRENCES- FLUFF? AND CHILDRENN NOT PROOF READ BITCHES

T.H| TITTIESSSS

Tom smiled as he posted the picture, cuddling into his small daughter as you took care of your son. You both weren’t really doing anything just binge watching Soul Eater because you refused to watch love island.

“I don’t get this show, it’s terrible” “your terrible” you chuckled at him, noticing that Ellie was slowly starting to tear up. “I think someone’s hungry yeah? Come here Ellie” you cooed, Tom picking up the small child and placing her into your arms while he took Elijah, whos currently side tracked from TV, you pulled down your, Toms, oversized shirt to feed Ellie. Smiling as she sucked the soul out of you.

“You know-“ “we can’t have sex” “but Ellie gets to get your nipples and I don’t?” “Do you want her to starve?” “No I want to have sex” he clarified, rolling your eyes you placed some of her hair behind her ear.

Toms phone started to ding and he furrowed his eyebrows, he opened his phone and read the comments “it’s the girl being darker then the boy for me” “why is Ellie darker then Elijah?” “she’s a cheater- I told you Tom” and some trying to defend “y/n is literally darker then Tom, what did you expect? I’m so sorry this is happening” “did y’all really have to put the baby in this? We all know y/n doesn’t play about her kids”

“What’s wrong Tom?” You say, now playing with Eli’s hair. Tom only frowned at you “I’m tired of people thinking that they know most, at this point it’s really annoying” “what’s wrong Thomas?” You asked, more sternly as you pulled lee away, but she starts to cry some so you put her back.

“Nothing love, you hungry though?” He asked, trying not to make you feel anyway at the moment. “No I want you to tell me what’s wrong and right now Thomas, forreal” you made eye contact with him, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not telling you y/n” he simply says, getting up forgetting his phone and walking into the kitchen.

“I have to find out myself then!” You yell, taking his phone and scrolling through your guessing comments?. You aren’t the one to scroll through his phone at any cost because you trust him entirely, but he’s pissed and you need to find out why.

Patting lees diaper you sequenced you’re eyes to read the comments, zendaya saying “they are both so cute! Where have y’all been be seen I need to come over, like right now”, Jacob B commenting “look at lil man!” And others but as you continued to scroll down you found the negative ones.

Just reading them so fast as your blood line ran cold, you didn’t notice that Tom was coming back. “Y/n stop” he says, putting the glass of water down and reaching over Eli to take the phone but you snatched it back. “Is this what they think of me? Of my kids?” You say weakly, showing him the phone as your eyes started to water.

“Don’t listen to them, we brought Eli and Lee for ourself, not for them. Let’s just take a-“ his heart dropped as tears silently trailed down your cheeks, still reading the comments. “You are only making it worse, give me the phone Y/n” “no” “give me, the phone” he said madly, not at you but at others. He reached all the way over, watching out for the kids and taking the phone without a fight.

You detached lee and fixed yourself, lifting your knee and placing her on the pad of your thigh wiping your tears and you took her small hands.

Tom only through his phone on the nightstand and turned off the TV “what are you doing?” You ask him, “let’s take a nap yeah? I’ll when we wake up I’ll do a live or something to communicate with them” he took off his shirt and sat on the bed, sighing as you only seen the back of his head, he ran his hands through his hair, not letting them, his so called ‘fans’ get to him.

Tom laid down and threw the blankets over him, turning off the light and making it as dark as possible although it was only about 1 in the evening. “I don’t think I can go to sleep” you say as he turns in your direction, “then try darling, I really don’t want us to be stressed out love” he gave a smile, playing the the loose curls in Eli’s hair while looking at you.

“Yeah okay” you nod, Tom taking lee again while you took Eli. Eli smiled as he gave you a slimy kiss “ew!” You smiled, you let out a sniffle and Eli frowned at it, kissing your nose. You giggled and wiped it off, noticing an arm around your waist trying to pull you closer you came closer, Toms hand going down to yours and putting his fingers in between yours as you did the same and gave a squeeze. “I love you, y/n” he mumbles, his thumb brushing your knuckle. “I love you too”

“Ready?” He asked, you sitting next to him and the babies are sleep, you nod, “ready”. He started the live, about two minutes in everyone started to join. He took your hand and smiled down at you, returning it you kiss his cheek. Sooner or later he had about 6-9k and he cleared his throat,” I’m pretty sure you’ve all seen the comments and I’d like to ask all of you to stop” he simply asked, the comment bar flooded of hurtful words, they weren’t gonna stop anytime soon. “Lee is a child she doesn’t deserve to be treated this way, you not only hurting her your hurting my wife, MY wife” he pointed to his chest “you also hurting me, y/n doesn’t do SHIT-“ he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rubbing his back.

“She doesn’t do shit but tries to show you how happy we are, for all of you saying that she’s cheating she isn’t, she’s been with me, do you see her skin?” He asked, looking at you and kissing your cheek “she has color, I don’t of course Ellie is going to be darker then her brother, they aren’t fucking twins!” He yells. He gets tired of it and pins one of the comments “maybe you should stick to your color and this wouldn’t of had to happen, you shouldn’t even be here”. “That’s the shit nobody should say, don’t talk to my wife like that you fuckin-“ “that’s it Thomas you asked, calm down” you whispered, his face red as his jaw is clenched, he bites his lip as he apologizes “I’m sorry, but please I just- I’ve worked so hard and found love, I found a wife. It makes me mad that you can’t accept that-that I can’t be happy without one paparazzi and news about me, I want a break and I want a family, and now that I have one none of you support me- or most” he refused to cry infront of them but is was heart clattering. “I-bye” he simply says, grabbing his phone and ending the live.

“You did your best-“ you get cut off by his phone ringing. His mom was calling, he instantly answered “yeah mom- yeah” he sighed “alright we’ll be over”. “They want us to come over” he stood up and took your hand, pulling you up with him he gave you a peck on the lips. “I love you Thomas” you wrap your arms around him. “I love you to, and I’m not going anywhere”

You and Thomas walked to the door with one car seat each in your hands, he knocked on the door and was instantly met with Sam “hey! Give them here-“ “wait give me lee!” Harry said, running up and taking the car seat from your hand making you laugh, Sam took the other and they both walked off to the kitchen with distant talks like “please be my taste tester” “I wanna take photos with you!”

Tom put the keys in your back pocket, walking in he called for his mom and she told them both to come to the livingroom. As you both walked dom sat up and gave you a hug while Nikki gave Thomas a hug. “I’m so sorry about those twats, your children are so beautiful” he rubbed your back slowly.

“Thank you” you whispered, hugging him back tightly. He let you go and rubbed your arms as he gave you a sweet smile, soon treading and Nikki gave you a hug “I love you and your children, we both support you so much and want you to know we are here for you, come sit” she stops hugging you and takes your hand, pulling you to the couch.

Tea was on the white coffee table and you and Tom sat on the mint grey couch, the couch you don’t touch if you live there. “It’s just-“ you sighed, Tom rubbing your back as you fought the tears. “I love your son so much and to think that I would ever hurt him-or you guys in anyway is just so hurtful, and having the pressure of everyone going against me and our child- comparing them as if they can stick up for themselves” you cried, you didn’t fight it. They are your family now, and forever will be. Tom didn’t like seeing you cry at all, it almost makes him cry, seeing you weep and vulnerable isn’t well for him because when he met you you were a strong, independent woman, and you still are but it hurts him too much.

“Yeah” dom nods, passing you a tissue and Tom takes it, pulling your face to him and patting under your eyes. “But they don’t matter, we are your family and we know from our hearts and our mind that you didn’t do anything wrong” Nikki weakly smiles, seeing you cry really is heart breaking, you just gave birth a month ago and depression is so severe. “We love you y/n, your child is our grandchildren no doubt” dom smiles, reaching over and holding your hand gently. “I love you, you are so important to me, our children are so important to me, just all of us in general are so important to me, so important that I’d quit anything for you, for my children, it’s us, a household, a family” Thomas pulls you close.

Eli saying “yum! YAY! More!” In the background with Sam making you laugh, he ends up running to you with a spoon filled with pasta. “Taste! Yummy!” He smiles at you, his baby face and small teeth “hurry mommy!” You smile and open your mouth Eli feeding it to you and you hum in satisfaction. “It is yummy, who made it?” You asked, “I did! I helped sam” Sam walked up to the livingroom, leaning on the wall. “I’m coming!” Harry yells, airplaning lee into the livingroom “pshhhhh” Harry does sound effects, lee laughing making you all smile. Eli jumps in your lap and looks at your face “why are you crying mommy?” You let out a chuckle “because I love all of you” “love you to mommy” he hugs you, Harry handing lee to you and hugging her back, Tom joining as Sam walks closer and sits next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and soon everyone is group hugging. “Umm- your squeezing me!” Eli whispers, everyone laughing as you all just take in the whole thing, happy that this is your new family, other then your other precious family also.

[readtomeregulus]

Mark Lee | Tattoos Together Soulmate au! : Part 1

Based on Tattoos Together by Lauv

Summary: In a world where everyone is born with a soulmate tattoo and meet their soulmate when they turn 18 but the Reader and Mark are both the few unlucky ones who wasn’t born with a soulmate tattoo. However when Mark and the reader meet at a cute coffee shop near their college a cute friendship sparks when the Reader watches Mark play his guitar. Ever since that day both the Reader and Mark felt so many emotions like their life is complete and they are full of joy. They quickly fall in love and decide to get tattoos together because even if it's not forever then at least they’ll have tattoos together.

Note: Hi! Before you read this I just wanted to say that this is my first time posting a full part of a fanfic I hope you guys will enjoy it! I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes and i would really appreciate it you could tell me what you think of this. I’m not sure how many parts this series will have but I’ve already thought of a second series for this au haha.

You walked into the crowed but cozy coffee shop whilst you were waiting to order your delicious hot chocolate, you looked around trying to find a nice spot for you to study. But everywhere you looked you just saw soulmates sat at every single spot. When you found your favourite study spot and saw Lee Jeno your long time crush and best friend with his soulmate you almost broke down then and there.

Most people say you’re only hurting yourself by falling for Jeno but you couldn’t help it he was so kind and caring and not to mention absolutely breathtaking. To you he was perfect. However unfortunately for you you’ll never get to know what it feels like for him to reciprocate those bittersweet feelings you have for the boy who is not your soulmate. You would actually never know what it feels like for a soulmate to love you because you are one of the unlucky ones.

That day you decide to sit outside and enjoy your hot chocolate listening to the cute boy dressed in a grey hoodie and adorable round glasses play his guitar and occasionally sing softly. Although you told yourself you shouldn’t start falling for a stranger he too probably has a soulmate and you’ll just get heartbroken again just like with Jeno.

After a while he notice your presence and introduced him self.

“Oh hi haha ... uh my names Mark were you listening to me play?” He asked you.

For a second you didn’t reply too embarrassed that you’ve been caught listening to the cute boy.

“Oh erm yeah sorry there’s no free seats inside so I decided to sit out here and you were playing so beautifully I couldn’t help but listen” you replied with a shy smile.

“Oh thanks.” Mark said mirroring your shy smile.

The boy you now know as Mark started to play his guitar again and you focused on him again listening to the soft melodies. Until he stopped suddenly and gave you another shy smile.

“You never told me your name...” Mark said.

“ oh uh sorry my name is y/n” you replied embarrassed.

“ Y/n? Hmm it suits you.” Mark said with a bright smile.

“Thanks.” You mumbled blushing.

Mark looked you in the eyes and smiled. You swear you could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“ Hey uh this is kinda random but would you like a cupcake? I have some in my bag I was gonna give one to my roommate but he annoyed me so I think I should give it to someone nicer haha.” Mark asked you.

You gladly accepted the cupcake and continued to talk to Mark until you were left with a comfortable silence.

You were both gazing into each other’s eyes like you were the only people in the whole world.

Mark’s eyes were beautiful, they were like stars that sparkle all the time and not just at night. And you were so lost in them that you didn’t even notice Jeno and his soulmate leaving the shop.

“ Y/n? Mark? ... you guys know each other?” Jeno asked you making his confused noise that you knew all too well.

That’s when the warm and fuzzy feeling you felt when you looked at Mark vanished and was replaced by heartache, when you saw Jeno’s and his soulmate Daisy’s hands intertwined. Even though Mark had made you forget about Jeno for about an hour you still had feelings for your best friend. Feels are annoying and complicated, they don’t just go away that easily.

Mark was the first one to reply.

“ oh Jeno you know Y/n? We just met haha.”

You nodded along to Mark’s statement.

“Oh right haha well I’m glad my two friends have finally met!”

Friends. Jeno didn’t even call you his best friend and that hurt. You just wished you could go back to a few minutes ago to when you and Mark were in your own universe lost in each others sparkling eyes.

“ Jeno I’m cold let’s go home and cuddle.”

Daisy said with a pout.

And so Jeno left with a bye and a wave to both you and Mark.

Your heart still hurt even after Jeno left, but then Mark started to play his guitar and it was like the first time you heard him you got lost in him and his soft playing. You and mark exchanged shy smiles here and there and your heart was whole again. Every-time you looked into Mark’s sparkling eyes you felt so happy and forgot all about Jeno and your heartache.

Mark’s phone then began ringing so he stopped playing and answered it. He didn’t even have his phone on speaker but you could still hear a loud and pouty voice.

“Mark hyung! Where are you? And where’s my cupcake I’m hungry!!” The boy said. You assumed that this was Mark’s roommate and you almost felt guilty for eating his cupcake but it tasted too good to feel guilty about.

“ Donghyuck I’m still at the coffee shop and about your cupcake ... it’s gone. “ Mark replies to his roommate Donghyuck with a nervous laugh.

“WHY?! What do you mean gone? You know what it doesn’t matter you can buy me another and then come home I’m bored of playing games by myself. “

Mark sighs and gives you an apologetic look.

“ Okay okay fine I’m just about to leave.”

Mark then hangs up his phone and starts to put his guitar back into the case.

“ Sorry about that Y/n, it was nice meeting you though. If you would like we could meet here tomorrow and I could play the guitar for you. No one has ever listened to me play so intently like you.”

You felt your heart leap and your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“ That’s okay Mark , and of course I would like that! Oh! Tell your roommate I said sorry for eating his cupcake please. You replied laughing.

“I will.” Mark replies with a smile and a laugh that matched your own.

After that Mark gave you his phone number and said he would text you tomorrow.

That day you went back to your dorm with only Mark Lee on your mind.

[strange-down-here]

Bruises (Peter Parker Soulmate Au)

Summary: Your soulmate gets bruises everyday, making you worried sick. Your brother, Flash, accidently helps finding your soulmate.

A/n: This is my first one shot I’ve ever written in English because it’s not my main language so there are probably a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes. I’ve decided to post it nevertheless because of the amazing @tommoholland2013! 

You were used to waking up in pain. The bruises on your body were becoming normal. Your soulmate was getting new ones everyday. And you were too, since you were connected with him. But still, you were worried sick. What was happening to him? You could only imagine what was going on and it drove you crazy. Who was he? What was his name? How old was he, what were his obsessions and habits? Did he like sports or was he more interested in physics, art? It was a mystery you were burning to know. But sadly you haden’t met him yet. The only evidence was the bruises.

Today you woke up to another one. This one was a large one on your hip. It was bright blue, looked fresh and ached like hell. Your whole body was covered in yellow, green and blue bruises, all from your soulmate. You took some pain killers that stood on your nightstand and gulped them down. Another thing that has become normal to you. You couldn’t do anything else against it. Standing up hurt like hell and you scrunched your face, cussing silently. Why did it have to ache so badly?

“Another bruise?” You spun around only to groan in pain. Your brother, Flash, was standing at the doorframe, his eyes covered in worry. You nodded and showed him your hip. “I’m worried”, you admitted and looked at your feet. In the next moment you were wrapped in a hug, your head leaning on his shoulder and his chin resting on your head. You heard him sigh. He was always worried about your well being, silently cursing your soulmate because he hurt you too. “It’s gonna be okay”, he whispered while caressing your back.

“I can’t do this anymore, Flash. What is happening to him? I want to get to know him and hold him in my arms, not letting him go so he is safe.”, You cried, tears making your sight blurry. He sighed again, “You have to be strong for him, for you. You will find him and everything is going to be alright.” You sniffed and wiped your tears away. He was right. You had to be strong. For him.

“You have to get ready, we’re leaving in ten.”, Flash said and let go of you. You nodded, “Yeah…”

School was tiring. Even though you had taken pain killers your hip was throbbing, keeping you awake and aware that your soulmate was hurting as well. You sat alone at the very back of the classroom, leaning your head on the desk. You couldn’t concentrate and started drifting off when your teacher Mrs Henry called your name.

“Would you pay attention, Miss Thompson?” You sighed, trying not to make it worse by saying anything back to her. Mrs Henry was a small woman in her late fifties. She was strict and unfair. She preferred some students over others and hated you because of no particular reason. She just did and gave you a hard time. Thankfully the class was over and lunch began.

You’ve put your books in your locker and looked at a photo nearly two years ago where you had no alarming bruises, no pain, no worries. You sighed and slammed your locker shut, pushing your feelings away. Time to eat, you were starving.

You were waiting for Flash to pick you up for ten minutes. You were getting annoyed, he had PE last class and he was always here on time. You sighed, sitting on the engine cowling and looked at your phone screen. No messages. You unlocked your mobile.

To Flash:

Where r u?

I’m waiting..

You turned it off and that’s when you saw the big black eye. You had a black eye. You gasped touching it. “Ow!”, you exclaimed. It hurt like hell. Some people turned to look at you, immediately finding the black eye only to see your jaw turn blue. You moaned, “What the…?”

“Seems like your soulmate gets beaten up, Thompson”, shouted a football player. “Oh fuck off!”, a sudden voice hissed. It was MJ, One of your best friends. You two befriended after you had been assigned lab partners and helped each other with homework, helped each other when one of you needed it. “I hope he’s okay”, she said. “Yeah, me too.” “If you ever need something, then call me. But you better call your brother now, see you tomorrow.” You smiled at her and dialed his number. It took a minute but he finally answered, “What’s up?” “Why are you late?”, you asked.

“Had to talk to someone, I’m sorry. Can you wait five minutes?”, he sounded out of breath. Probably because of PE. “Please, hurry. My soulmate’s got beaten up again, Flash. I have a black eye and my jaw is completely blue. It hurts and i took my last painkillers at lunch.”

You heard him suck in his breath. “No”, he whispered. “What? Flash, just come! Talking hurts like hell!”, you grumbled. You ended the call, taking a look in the front camera. “Why…”, you whispered to yourself and closed your eyes.

When your brother came into view he said no word. He looked nervous, almost guilty, only to snap at you when you asked him a few times what had happened. “Oh my god, just shut up. You’re so annoying! Can’t you just stop talking about that soulmate bullshit?” You went still, shocked to your bones. You heard him scream at some people at school but he never yelled at you. You sniffed your nose holding the tears back. You were done after all these things that happened today. He knew you were worried about your soulmate but he let you down when you needed his comfort the most.

He stopped at a red light and you took your backpack to get out of the car. “Where are you going?”, he asked annoyed, “Get in, come on!” You shook you head. “No, bye Flash.”, you said, backing your rucksack and walking down the street to your favorite cafe intending to stay there until dinner. You were angry and wanted to calm down before facing Flash again. He was a dick, yes, but you didn’t want to say things you would regret in the morning. 

After you had sat down on your usual spot in a cozy corner, you looked at your phone.

Two missed calls from Flash

(12) messages from Flash

You read them, sighing.

(Y/N)?

Where are you?

I’m sorry

Come back

Please

(Y/N)

Come on

Really?

How childish

I’m really pissed

Come back now, don’t be stupid!

Fine! Don’t come home! Piss off!

You tried holding your tears back as the waiter put your hot chocolate in front of you. “It’s on the house, sweetie.”, she rubbed your back before going back to the counter. Now, there was no holding back. You sobbed pathetically in the back corner of your favorite cafe hoping that your life would somehow change to the better.

After you had gathered yourself up again you called MJ, hoping she would pick up soon. And she did. “Hey?” “Hey, MJ. Can I stay over at your place?” “Sure, are you home?” “No, I’m at the cafe.”, you said while gathering your things, “I’m coming.”

You told her everything and she listened. MJ never interrupted you while you spoke, a thing you really appreciated about her. And at the end she told you her honest opinion. “I think it was good not to snap back at him, but I think you should talk, let him explain what happened, why he snapped at you. But only if you’re ready and in control of your emotions. If you don’t feel calm enough, you can stay over and decide tomorrow what you’ll do.”

You nodded and turned off your phone, not wanting any distraction tonight. You two were talking all night until you both eventually fell asleep.

The next day you decided to go home. It was Saturday, so you didn’t have to worry about school. Your mom scolded you and gave you house arrest. She took your phone and laptop so the only thing you could do was doing your homework since Flash was avoiding you. You tried to talk to him but he would just ignore you, so you decided not to waste your time.

It was Monday and your mom still had your phone. You’ve received another bruises on your arms and legs over the weekend. After you’ve covered your bruised up, you noticed that Flash left without you, leaving you to take the subway. “Hurry up, honey. Here’s you mobile, I think you’ll need it.”, your mom said, “Bye, love you!” You raced the stairs down to the next subway station, squeezing into the subway, holding onto a random pole. Not noticing the person next to you who had the exact same bruises on your face as you. You turned on your phone, reading the messages from MJ and your friends. You scrunched you nose.

To MJ:

Hey, MJ. My mom took my phone. I’m on the subway, cause Flash ditched me. What’s the matter?

From MJ:

Poor u.. I think I might know who ur soulmate is.

You choked on your spit nearly dropping your phone in the progress. “You’re okay?”, someone asked besides you. Surprised, you looked at him. Your chin dropped. It was Peter Parker. “Your bruises…”, you whispered with wide eyes. Your phone vibrated again.

From MJ:

It’s Peter Parker. I think I saw him yesterday and he had bruises like yours.

But you didn’t bother to read the message. You asked the probably most important question in your whole life, “Do you have a big bruise on your hip and others on your legs and arms?” His eyes went also wide, probably catching up, “Oh my god, don’t tell me… I’m so sorry… I.. are you…?” You laughed nervously, “I… how? I mean, why? I was so worried, are you okay?” He laughed, “No… I mean yes! I’m fine!” Your gaze dropped onto his shirt. It had some physics joke on it. You smiled. You had a feeling you would get along just fine. “Good, but can you tell me the reason why you’ve got those bruises?” You saw him tensing up, “ Not here. Let’s talk at school?”, he asked really nervously, fumbling with the hem of his shirt. You furrowed your eyebrows. “We don’t have any classes together today, I think.” “Ew. Monday sucks twice now… lunch?”, he asked hopefully. “Yeah, sure.”

Classes were taking forever today. Neither Flash, MJ nor Peter were in your classes, but you kept on texting with MJ.

To MJ:

He was on the subway. We talked. OMG MJ I’ve found my soulmate!

From MJ:

Do you know why he has those bruises?

To MJ:

No.. we’re talking at lunch

I’m so nervous I can’t concentrate

From MJ:

Chill, I’m sure he’ll tell you everything

To MJ:

Ur probably right but still.. It has to be serious

He seemed nervous.

From MJ:

It’s gonna be alright, don’t worry.

Finally, it was lunch. You raced to your locker, now realizing that Peter’s was across from yours, as you saw him shoving his books into his. You bit your lip and walked up to him, tapping on his shoulder. He turned around, smiling when he saw you. You found yourself smiling as well. “Ready for the real talk?”, you asked playfully. He nodded, “Just let me take this with me.” He took a bag pack out of his locker and shouldered it. You held your hand out and he took it, leading you into an empty classroom. His hands were a little bit sweaty but you didn’t mind. Your heart was beating, bursting at the seams. You sat down next to each other.

“I’ve searched so long and you have been always there. I was so dumb”, you sighed. “Do you know what Flash did last Friday”, he began, alarming you. “What happened?”, you asked, taking his hand in yours. He looked at it, then intertwined your fingers, “We were arguing like always and then I said something and he punched me in the face. He got a call and left.”

You squeezed his hand and traced his bruises with your other hand. “That pisser. That was me, telling him that my soulmate has gotten hurt again. He was mad, I left and slept at MJ’s. Got house arrest because of that”, you chuckled, tracing his lips now, “Seems like you’re a bad influence, Peter.” He sucked in his breath, eyes locked on your lips. “Am I?” You nodded, starting to lean forward. “I’m Spiderman”, he blurted. You blinked a few times, “Sorry, what?”

He opened his bag showing a familiar red and blue suit. “That’s where my bruises are from.”, he mumbled. “Oh”, you bit your lip, “My soulmate is Spiderman. Huh.” “Yeah…”, he scratched his neck. You slapped him. “Ow!” 

“Do you know how worried I’ve been? I thought you have been beaten up or something like that! Couldn’t you be a little more careful? I was crying because…”, you stopped, searching for words. “Because what?”, he asked. You breathed heavily, “Because… because I cared for you even when I didn’t know who you were.” “I’m sorry. I really am.”, he said taking your other hand in his as well, “I’m gonna make it up. I’ll make sure to make it up the next fifty years and more.” Your breath was caught in your throat, but you smiled. “That sounds okay?”, you nodded, “Good. Does that mean I also get to do this?” 

He leaned forward and when you didn’t move, closing the gap between your lips and making your knees go giddy. You kissed him back, running your fingers though his locks and pushing yourself against him. You hoped this would never have to end. He was being so gentle, running his fingers over your palm and resting his other hand on the exposed skin on your hip, where your bruise was, his fingers ghosting over it. He pulled slowly away, leaning his forehead against yours. The lunchbell rang. You sighed, of course you had to deal with reality again. And with Flash. You were going to talk to him. 

“We should go”, Peter said, eyes still closed, licking his lips. “We should, probably”, you agreed, “I’d rather stay like this.” He smiled, “Me too.” You kissed him again and whispered against his lips, “I’ll talk with Flash after school. He’s going to regret punching my soulmate.” He chuckled, “It’s okay. We got together this way”, he mumbled, kissing your cheek. “Together?”, you asked, smiling. “Well, would you like to be my girlfriend?” He looked into your eyes, smiling nervously, a tint of red on his cheeks. You nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that, soulmate.”

[sharonisantisocialimagines]

Trust

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: After you kill the main target on a mission, Bucky can’t help but be angry with you. What happens when he finds out why you killed the target and therefore why you ruined the mission? Words: 1835 Warning: fighting, killing, mention of the Winter Soldier book…

“What the fuck was that back there, (Y/N)! Have you lost your damn mind? You can’t just do whatever the fuck you want! We had a plan, and you screwed it up!”

Anger cursed through your whole body as you stomped through the garage and to the elevators. You ripped your gear off your body and were close to throwing it in Bucky’s face, but you didn’t. That would certainly not make it better.

You could hear his furious footsteps behind you as he tried to catch up to you. He was fast, and strong, but your were faster. And sneakier. You tried to close the elevator door before he could enter, but his metal arm blocked the doors from closing before he stepped inside. He always did this to annoy you, or tease you, but this time you were close to ripping his arm off.

“You seem to forget I was raised in this live, James. I know when there’s a threat and when to kill it.”

“And? What was he about to do that was so horrible you had to ruin our whole mission? Tell me!”

Bucky’s eyes sent daggers in your back and if looks could kill, you’d be dead a thousand times by now. His anger was understandable, but it was too much. It was not justified, and if he would’ve paid a little more attention, he would’ve realised it, too. But Bucky was blinded by his feelings, by the fear he had felt as he saw you alone in the middle of half a dozen hydra agents as he was tied to heating pipe, unable to help or protect you.

As the elevator reached the top floor, you hastily walked outside before you spun around and stared into his fierce eyes. He raised his eyebrows, as if he was expecting you to hit or throw random insults at him, but you didn’t. 

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I should’ve let him live and do it.”

“Damn right you should have! We didn’t even know if he belongs to Hydra!”

You looked at him with pure hatred in your eyes and for a moment, even the Winter Soldier cracked. He had never seen you like this. You were never on good terms, always bickering and teasing each other, but this was a first. He knew being sent on a mission with you wouldn’t end well, and he was right. He was scared what was going to happen if it was just the two of you on the field, in the jet… But that wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he thought about you two alone on a mission.

You hid the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes behind a hateful expression. You couldn’t let him get to you like this. He was just another soldier, another one of the many men you had met along the way to where you were now. You didn’t even believe yourself…How could he be such an asshole? Even if you’d made a mistake, (what you didn’t) this was not the way to treat a colleague. Not only had you listened to dozens of insults on the way here, but to judge without asking was the thing that angered you the most. You were born into this life, trained before you could walk or talk properly; you knew what you were doing.

“Hey, guys! What happened?”

Steve appeared from the kitchen, hearing his two friends yelling at each other. He was dressed casually, but he looked alert and ready to jump if anything were to happen.

“(Y/N) killed our main target. That’s what happened!”

Bucky pointed an accusing finger at you, his eyes shooting daggers in your direction. Steve only raised his eyebrows, his eyes darting between you and his best friend. You ripped the camera you all carried on your suits from your chest and stalked over to him. With as much force as you could muster, you pushed the camera into his chest.

“Check my footage, maybe it’ll help you figure out why I screwed it up, Asshole!”

You yelled, nearly breaking at this point. Why was he like this? Since day one, Bucky seemed to dislike you. And you did nothing! It was quite the opposite, to be honest. He’d caught your attention, and the more you got to know him, the more you seemed to fall for the Winter Soldier. But you kept it quiet. No one in the tower knew about this, and you liked to keep it that way.

In your room, you threw your bodycon suit in the corner before grabbing clean clothes and going into your bathroom. No matter how easy your mission was, a shower always made you feel better. It took a few seconds until the water was warm and you bit down the tears. You tried to shake the bad thoughts off, ignore Bucky’s words, but they stung. He had no idea what would’ve happened. Or what that guy had in mind.

You stood under the hot water for what felt like forever as the warm water soothed your aching muscles. The steam pushed the thoughts of your mission away, and you were actually able to take a few deep breaths for the first time since you walked out that building a bit over a week ago.

Steve almost dragged Bucky into the media room, where he connected your camera with one of the computers and opened the file with your videos on the screen. There were a few from older missions, and the last one, which held todays date. Steve pressed play instantly and Bucky advised him where to skip to. Just before you entered the building Bucky was held captive in, Steve pressed play again. The hallways were empty as you carefully walked to the only available door. Your steps were silent and your breathing low so no one would hear you. You had pressed your ear against the closed door before kicking it open.

Six agents jumped to the door and to you, and Bucky could see himself screaming your name on the screen. He admired once again how you had dodged their kicks and punches before you swiftly jumped and rolled away from the agents. You had grabbed two knifes from your back holster and thrown them at the two closest agents. Before the others could’ve even reacted and pulled their weapons, you’d pulled your gun and shot four bullets, hitting the last four soldiers right in the chest.

So far Bucky had caught on, he had seen every move you’d made and he was relieved as you stood there seemingly without a scratch. The next few seconds happened almost too fast for Bucky and Steve to notice, because before you even thought of untying Bucky, you once more lifted your gun and shot the last man in the room. He was crouched behind a table, and Bucky couldn’t see him, so it was obvious he had missed this. But he saw it clearly now. To the men’s feet lay a book.

“Is that…”

“Yeah.”

Bucky interrupted his friend. To the men’s feet lay the familiar red book with the black star on top. There was nothing Bucky feared more than this book. It contained everything Hydra needed to know about him, and also his activation words.

“It was a trap. They knew you would be there…”

Bucky just nodded his head. He felt as if he was gonna throw up. How did you know what this book was? And what it could do with him? This could’ve ended deadly for you, and even worse for him if you hadn’t caught on so quick and saved his butt. He had to see you.

“I need to see (Y/N).”

Bucky literally stormed out of the room and to yours, slamming the door open without knocking.

“What the- Bucky!”

You stood in the middle of the room in just your bra and panties, holding the shirt you were about to put on up in front of your body. You stared into his blue eyes, almost a little scared as to why he came barging into your room like that. 

“How did you know about the book?”

He couldn’t hold the question back, and you relaxed a little. You quickly pulled the shirt over your head.

“Natasha told me…”

He ran his hands down his face, and you could see how stiff and nervous he was. You had saved him from his worst nightmare, and you didn’t even know.

“I’m sorry. For everything I said… Oh god, I had no idea, I would’ve never… You…”

Your anger faded away as you saw his slumped shoulders and his scared expression. He was at a loss for words and it almost broke your heart. He looked like a little puppy, tears filling his eyes as he thought about what could’ve happened. You were not good with emotions, especially if someone cried in front of you, so you awkwardly put your hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Why did you save me? You could’ve let them change me again…”

What was he thinking? That you hated him so much you would do that? Did you hide your feelings that well? No one deserved what happened to Bucky, and you’d rather die than make him live through this again. You cupped his face in your hands.

“Bucky, for a hundred year old man you are pretty stupid sometimes. I like you, and I would rather shoot myself than let them change you again!”

“But I was an ass.”

“And I was a bitch! I guess that’s just how we work…”

You shrugged, ready to pull away from him. But Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist and pulled your head closer to his with the other before he placed his hungry lips on yours. His hot breath hit your face and your noses bumped together, but neither of you cared as you were finally able to hold each other. Bucky’s tongue hungrily entered your mouth and you could feel the emotions in the kiss. His hands roamed your back and moved to your ass, cupping your bare thighs before lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

“God, I can’t believe it took that stupid book until one of you made a move…”

Steve stood in the doorway, smirking at the both of you. Bucky almost dropped you to your feet as you blushed, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, thanks for noticing, bye.”

Bucky slammed the door closed and into his best friends face before he took two big steps and wrapped his arms back around you.

He never let go of you that night. Making sure to show you just how much he worshipped you and your body, and how thankful he was. How thankful for you and your actions that day, and thankful for being granted a second life with you.

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Gibbs x reader: He's not my boyfriend

Fandom: NCIS, Criminal Minds Characters: Tony, Hotch, Gibbs, Mcgee, mentions of other people Warnings: fluff, few seconds of angst, jealous Gibbs, Swearing(I said ass like one time), i think that’s it Word count: 2,299 A/N: I thought of this watching SVU, weird right? Sorry if this sucks I’m bad at writing. Tell me if you see any mistakes.

You were sitting at your desk finishing up some paperwork. The office was quiet that day, no new cases, no annoying suspects that won’t cooperate. Just peace. You stood up to give Gibbs the file as you spotted Tony on his phone.

“Tony, did you know that-”

“That I don’t care?” he cut you off. How rude.

“Hurtful Tony, Hurtful,” you turned to him, put a hand over your heart and responded sarcastically. Tony was about to come back with some smartass retort when-

“I think you’ve been spending too much time with Reid,” says a familiar voice. Your eyes widen, the biggest grin spreads across your face. You whip around to see Aaron Hotchner, a long time friend. You sprinted towards him and jumped in his open arms.

“Arron! I’m so glad you’re here!” you squeal in happiness as he spins you around.

“I’m happy to see you too,” he chuckles setting you down gently. You both ignore the stares you’re getting from everyone else in the office, you are way to happy to care.

“It’s been forever,” you say as everyone gets back to their own work. Well, everyone but your team. They’re watching Aaron closely.

“It hasn’t been that long,” he laughs. While you and Aaron continue talking Gibbs is staring daggers at him. Lucky for Gibbs, no one noticed his murderous gaze. “You gonna introduce us to your friend here, Y/N?” Tony said while he and Mcgee stood up. The old marine waited a few seconds before following their lead.

“Oh yeah!” you giggle.

“Aaron, this is Anthony Dinozzo, Timothy Mcgee, and Jethro Gibbs. Gibbs is our team’s leader. And everyone this is Aaron Hotchner, he works for the BAU,” you introduce everyone and they all shake hands(Gibbs reluctantly of course). Everyone went back to their respective desks as you and Aaron continued talking.

“So, Y/N the team and I are having a party and we want you to come. Everyone misses you so much!” Aaron says with a smile. You ponder a bit over his question and sigh.

“When is it?” you ask, hoping you would have sometime to work it into your schedule some how.

“It’s next week-”

“Aaron! In a week what the heck! It’s not like I’m not happy to see you or anything, but why couldn’t you just call?” you cut him off.

“Let me finish,” Aaron laughs at your haste to talk.

“Like I was saying, it’s next week and we know it’s short notice but we just decided to do it. And besides I wanted to come see you. Like I said everyone misses you,” he smirked.

“Will my favorite Hotchner be there? And I don’t mean your brother!” you quipped.

“Where else would I be?” He joked back. He knew that you were talking about his son Jack. You loved little Jack and Jack loved you. Someone who didn’t know you were talking about Jack was eavesdropping on your conversation. Who was it? Well, none other than Gibbs with his superhuman hearing.

Who was this FBI agent think he is. Coming here talking to you, he had no right. Gibbs knew that he was thinking irrationally. He had no right to be jealous. No right to think like this. You weren’t his girlfriend, he never asked you on a date. You fell for the blue eyed man with the tough exterior. But you were convinced Gibbs only saw you as a colleague, a friend, nothing more.

“Well, we just finished up a case so,” you sighed. “If nothing comes up I’ll go. Buuuut I can’t commit. You know I love my job too much,” you threw at him. “But seriously, I’ll try to come,”

“Good, It was nice seeing you again,”

“You too Aaron. Tell the team I said hi,”

“Will do, bye Y/N,” he said as you hugged him.

“Bye Aaron,” you said. Aaron walked to the elevators.

“You didn’t tell us you had a boyfriend,” Tony said once Aaron was out of earshot. You rolled your eyes.

“He’s not my boyfriend Dinozzo,” you say in return.

“I don’t know you two seem pretty touchy-feely,” Tony turned to look at Gibbs as he stood from his desk.

“Right boss, there has to be something going on,” Tony stated. As Gibbs walked by him he smacked him upside the head.

“Get back to work,” Gibbs barks over his shoulder. ~~~~~~~~ The next day you walked in with coffee for everyone.

“I brought you all coffee! You better love me!” you said to the team.

I already love you. Gibbs internally sighed.

“Tony, Mcgee, Gibbs, and me!” You say each person’s name as you pass them their coffee.

“So,Y/N why did your boyfriend come here yesterday,” Tony asked while smirking.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes.

“Aaron invited me to his team’s party,” you continued.

“Why did he invite you to his team’s party?” Mcgee asked honestly curious.

“I’m close to the team, they’re like family to me,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“What about us? We’re not your family,” Tony said pretending to be hurt, but you can tell there was truth behind his words.

“Of course you guys are my family, I love you all,” you said truthfully.

Gibbs knew you loved the team. It was true you were family to him, his whole team was. But Gibbs wanted more. He wanted the kind of love where he can wrap his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzle into your hair. He wanted to wake up on Sunday mornings to see your face. He wanted the ability to kiss you. He wanted nights full of slow, sweet, raw passion. And he wanted nights full of releasing pent up frustration. He wanted your highs and your lows. He wanted everything that made you, you.

“Boss?” you say waving your hand in front of his face. When had you walked up to his desk?

“Yes,” he straightens up. You giggle. ~~~~~~~ You walked into the office with more coffee for yourself. “Just in time, Prvt. Christopher Jacobs was found dead yesterday morning,”

Gibbs said glancing at you as you walk up beside him to look at the screen.

You sighed. ~~~~~~~ “Put the gun down!” you commanded. The suspect showed no signs of giving up anytime soon.

“Let her go and you can take me, I’m more valuable,” you stated slowly trying to defuse the situation. The suspect was shaking all over, but he nodded his head. “O-okay-y j-just go slow,” he said, his voice was quivering so much that it was almost hard to hear him.

You put your gun down and slowly put your hands up in surrender. You walked toward him while ignoring the not-so silent protests coming from Gibbs. As soon as you got close enough he pushed the crying girl away from him and grabbed you.

Something isn’t right. Gibbs said to himself. Other than the situation you were in, something felt wrong.

You feel the barrel of the gun be pressed harder into your head. Stay strong. You told yourself that. Over and over and over again. You caught a glimpse of the man. You felt the vigorous shake of his body, then you noticed it. He was going to shoot the girl he just let go. You wrestle for the gun.

BANG!

You feel a slight pain in your stomach. The adrenaline pumping through you veins masking most of the pain. You felt dizzy. You feel on your back.

“Y/N!” you hear Gibbs shout from beside you. You looked at him.

“Jethro,” you coughed. He looked at you.

“Shhh, don’t talk. You need to stay quiet,” you can see the panic in his eyes. He placed pressure on the wound, you winced.

“I love you, Jethro,” you said with a drowsy smile.

“I love you so much,” you breathed.

“You are not saying your goodbyes,” he commanded.

“Jethro, say it. Please,” you smiled, pleading. You wanted the last words you would ever hear to be those three words from him.

“I love you,” his voice cracked.

The darkness swallowed you up into its sweet embrace. ~~~~~~~ Beep Beep Beep You hear the steadiness of that sound. You open your eyes. You see that you’re in a hospital with something on your lap. More like someone. Jethro was laying his head on your thighs with his face not looking towards you. He was sleeping. His breathing was steady.

You thread your fingers through his hair and smiled. This was the only sleep Gibbs has gotten since you were shoot. This action startled Gibbs awake.

He looks at you with anger burning in his eyes.

“HOW CAN YOU BE THAT STUPID!” he yelled.

“Gibbs I-” he cut you off.

“WHAT WOULD I HAVE DONE!? WHAT WOULD THE TEAM HAVE DONE!?” he kept yelling. He was pacing around the room, yet never looked at you. He was mad, you knew that. You put yourself in danger, But you did that every day. That was your job.

“Gibbs you-” he cut you off again.

“WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO-” you cut him off this time.

“JETHRO GODDAMIT LISTEN TO ME!” you said as loud as you could.

You tried to sit up more but winced. All the anger disappeared from his face and was replaced with worry. You knew he was just scared. You would be scared if it was him lying here instead of you. He was scared to lose you.

He walked up next to you. You grabbed one of his hands, squeezing it before continuing.

“Jethro this is my job. We could die on anyone of these cases. I know that, you know that, our team knows that. But that risk isn’t going to push me away from the thing I love doing everyday. This isn’t going to stop me. When I get shot again that won’t stop me either. I will still be kicking for a long time after this,” you finished.

He put his hand that you weren't holding on to on the side of your face, cupping your cheek.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered. Jethro sounded so broken. So scared. So lost. It hurt to see him like this.

“You won’t,” you whispered back. You placed your hand on top of the one on your cheek.

“I promise,” you reassure him. Jethro leans down slowly. He stops so your noses are touching. His eyes flickering to your lips then back to your eyes. He leans in again when he doesn't see any signs of discomfort. But he pulls back before he can kiss you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask in confusion.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I know that you have a boyfriend-” he starts stuttering out. Jethro stuttering? Wow that was something you never thought you’d hear. Then the words he was saying start to sink in. You cut him off.

“Jethro, when have I ever said I had a boyfriend?” you question in confusion with furrowed brows.

“T-that FBI agent that came to the bullpen a few days ago wasn’t your boyfriend?” he asks. You smile.

“No Jethro he’s not my boyfriend,” you shake your head a grin never slipping off your face.

“Oh, ummm good. That’s good,” he says. You can see the relief wash over his face.

“Just kiss me goddammit,” you say with a smile.

He smirks. He leans in again. You can feel his hot breath wash over your face. You look in his usually hard eyes they’re, soft, variabile right now. You lean forward and connect your lips. You see fireworks behind your closed eyes. The butterflies in your stomach are going crazy.  His lips are way softer than you thought they would ever be. You thread your fingers through his hair pulling him closer. Your lungs start to burn so you pull away.

You lean your forehead against his. Your eyes are still closed.

You finally open them to see Jethro's blue orbs staring at you.

“Hi,” he breaths.

“Hey,” you giggle.

“I’m about to sound like a thirteen year old boy but,” he chuckles.

“Do you want be my girlfriend?” he smiles nervously. He looks like a teenage boy asking his crush to the movies.

“Yes I’d love to,” you giggle again. ~~~~Extended Ending~~~~

Jethro left 20 minutes ago to get the both of you some real food. Because hospitable food sucks.

RING! RING!

Your phone goes off.

“y/l/n,” you say into the phone.

“Hellllllo my lovely!” says the familiar cheery voice makes you smile.

“Hey Penelope!” you say. “So, are you coming to our party?” she asked hopefully.

“I don’t think so pen I got hurt on this case and-” she hastily cut you off.

“WHAT YOU GOT HURT!?” she yelled. She yelled so loud that you had to move the phone away from your ear, it’s not like you wanted to lose your hearing.

“Just a little bullet wound, nothing to worry about,” you brush it off like it was a paper cut.

“Oh my god! Everyone will be over at the hospital!” she shouts quickly.

“Pen, you don’t even know what hospital i’m-” she cut you off.

“I’ll just track your phone! BYYYYE!” she hangs up.

You smile.

[pentagon-fics]

I Need You (E’Dawn)

length: 2,156 words

genre: angst

request: You and E’Dawn are broken up, but one night he gets super drunk and ends up calling you in the middle of the night to take care of him. Which you do because you still care about him, but he starts talking about the relationship and an argument happens because you're still hurt over the break up and you say debuting changed him or he's not the same.

“Hyojong… stop contacting me. We’re done”

“You’re really just going to let go of everything we went through together?! Are you kidding?!”

“Bye Hyojong”

“Wow… they really fuckin’ won” you snorted as you watched Pentagon win their 4th consecutive win on Music Bank, “Congratu-fucking-lations” you muttered to yourself before turning off the TV. Not gonna lie, it hurt to see your ex on TV all the damn time because it was a painful reminder of the past. But at the same time, you felt a sense of pride. Like wow, I dated him. A celebrity. Who’s out here winning awards because he’s actually talented and shit. Wow. But then you remember how much changed after his debut, and suddenly you were back to the same livid, bitter attitude you had before.

He’s probably out getting drunk out of his mind right now… per usual, you thought to yourself. Low and behold, a few hours later, your phone was blowing up nonstop. You put your phone on silent and went on with the rest of your nightly rituals. When you returned to your phone again, you had more than 32 missed calls. All from the same person.

「 Missed Call(s)

    Hyojong (32) 」

You sighed to yourself. You stared at the phone, contemplating calling him back. You felt bad. He just won again, probably out celebrating, and yet he’s here calling you over and over again. As your hand hovered over the “call back” option, your phone started ringing again. His caller ID popped up along with his old caller ID photo, a super derpy photo that only you had in your possession. You nibbled on your lip, trying to make a rational decision. You sighed at your guilty conscience and swiped to accept the call.

“Hello?” you answered quietly. “Y/N-ahhhhhhh” Hyojong slurred. “Yes? Why do you keep calling me?” you tried to appear annoyed but in reality your heart was pounding, hearing his voice say your name again for the first time in a long time. “Did you watch TV tonight?” he asked, his happiness very apparent in his tone. “No” you lied. “Ah, really? Well, we won again tonight!” he cheered loudly, to which you heard loud hollers soon following in the background. “Congrats” you responded plainly, “Is that all what you wanted to tell me?” you leaned against your dresser.

“I just wanted to hear you say congrats” he lowered his voice, “I miss you” he murmured. You felt like your heart had been stabbed as you felt the genuineness in his voice. “Mmm… well, congrats again then” you responded. “Can you come pick me up, Y/N?” he muttered incoherently. You could tell he was pouting on his end of the call. “I’m so drunk” he groaned. “Why don’t you ask one of your members to take care of you then?” you scoffed. “They’re all drunk too” he whined, “Please. Let me see you just this once. Then I’ll stop calling you” he pleaded.

You sighed and paused for a few seconds. You should be saying no, why are you hesitating, your conscience fought you. “Okay. Send me your location” you gave in, “But after this, stop contacting me” you said sternly. “Okayyyyy, I’ll see you soon!” he replied happily before hanging up.

You received his location, threw a jacket on, grabbed your keys and headed out of the apartment. As you started driving in his direction, you were starting to wonder why you even agreed to doing this.

When you pulled up to the location he had sent you, it was definitely not a small gathering. It looked like the entire club had been rented out. As you eased into a parking spot in front, you saw Hyojong stumble out with Hongseok. “My girlfriend’s picking me up, is she here yet?” Hyojong grumbled loudly to the security guard. The security guard just scoffed and walked away, surely he had had his fair share of drunkards tonight. “Hongseok!” you called out of your car window loud enough for him to hear, but not too loud for passersby to notice. He looked around before spotting you waving your hand at him.

He helped Hyojong walk over to your car before opening the door and placing him in the passenger seat, fastening his seat belt. “You don’t look too drunk to me” you chuckled, noting Hongseok’s rather responsible, motherly habits still in effect. “I’m not” he laughed, “Do you think I can trust these morons to take care of themselves?” he joked. That liar, you thought to yourself as Hongseok shut the door. “Thanks for coming to get him, Y/N” he looked at you apologetically, “It was nice to see you” he gave you a small smile. “You too” you smiled back at him meekly.

When you and Hyojong broke up, Hongseok was the one who facilitated messages between you two. He had always been a responsible person and was the person who convinced Hyojong not to let you go, but by the time Hyojong finally tried to talk to you, you were done. Hongseok knew how much you meant to Hyojong, more than even Hyojong realized initially, and he had hoped that something would work out between you two after tonight— but it would take Hyojong not fucking up for that to happen.

“Y/N-ahhhhhhh” Hyojong called out as he turned his head towards you. “What?” you replied blandly. “Thank you” he smiled to himself. “For what?” you responded flatly again. “Coming to get me” he cooed. “You lied to me” you kept your eyes on the road. “Huh?” “You lied to me, you said all your members were too drunk to take care of you, that’s why I needed to come. Hongseok was fine” you responded, “Can you really not stop lying or can you not function without lying at least once a day?” you were starting to sound angry. You couldn’t help it, you had so much pent up anger after refusing to talk to him about it that it was starting to seep through.

“I just wanted to see you, I’m sorry” he muttered quietly, “If I told you that, you would’ve just said no” he looked to you but you kept your eyes focused on the road. He was right, you would’ve just declined and hung up. But he was hoping that at least part of you would still care enough about him to come to his rescue if he really needed it. Your jaw clenched, you didn’t know how to feel. He reached for your hand that rested on the gear shift, and intertwined your fingers with his. When you didn’t pull away, he exhaled slowly with a small smile on his face. “Thank you. Really” he held your hand tightly.

You remained silent as you continued the drive to your apartment. “We’re here” you untangled your hand from his. You got out of the car and went to his side, opening the door and pulling him out. He nearly fell out of the car before you caught him. You rolled your eyes as you had to sling his arm around your shoulders to help him stand. After entering the apartment, you plopped him on the couch, going to get him water. “Wow, smells just how I remember it” he grinned with his eyes closed, letting his body sink into the leather couch. “Drink this” you placed the glass in his hand. He just looked at you, watching your face. Oh, how he missed looking at you, your pretty face. The woman who put up with so much before to be with him. He knew he fucked up letting you go, seeing your angry expression was a constant reminder.

After continuing to glare at him, he put the cup to his lips, drinking it slowly. He placed the cup on the coffee table and looked up at you again, your arms were crossed over your chest. He patted the spot next to him on the couch, wanting you to be close to him. You just stared at him incredulously, his eyes were glossy but he kept his gaze fixed on you. You sighed before giving in to his request. You sat beside him, a reasonable distance away before he scooted closer to you. You avoided his gaze but he cupped your chin, turning your head towards him. “Y/N…” he mumbled quietly.

You just looked at him without a speck of emotion in your eye. “Why do you hate me?” he genuinely looked hurt, his expression dropping. “I don’t hate you, Hyojong” you removed his hand from your face, “I hate what you became” you placed his hand back on his lap. “Became? What did I become?” he asked. “You lied, you became distant, you were cocky, you took advantage of me knowing how much I’d be willing to do for you… Should I go on?” “Yes, tell me what else I did” he looked at you seriously.

“You’re different from the Hyojong I fell in love with. Debuting changed you, Hyojong, you becoming a celebrity changed you. Instead of doing it because you loved it, you did it because of what they’d pay you and for the fame and recognition. You didn’t care whether or not I’d be okay with you having photoshoots with hordes of girls or not coming home some nights. I didn’t care actually, you know I’m not a jealous person, but the fact that you’d just expect I’d be okay with it. What if I wasn’t? You’d do it anyway? The Hyojong you were before we broke up, was not the same Hyojong that came to walk me home after work when you’d be done with practice, that would update me if he wasn’t coming home on time, the Hyojong that’d come home early after after-parties because you know I’d be worried. You weren’t the same” you looked at him seriously.

“So I slipped up a few times. You were willing to let go of our two year relationship over something we could’ve talked about?” “Hyojong, I did try to talk to you about it. It’s not like I didn’t try. You were ‘too busy’ for me all the time! I tried to be patient, I really did. I love you, but I can’t just be forgiving you for every single mistake you make when we’ve talked about it time and time again. I can’t wait around forever for you to get your shit together. I have my own life to live” you replied in exasperation. You had so many pent up feelings, and maybe talking about it with drunk Hyojong wasn’t going to hit home enough. “Maybe having you here was a mistake” you stood up.

“No no, Y/N, please. Just let me think” he grabbed your arm, pulling you back down to the couch before rubbing his temples. He was silent for a moment, trying to get his drunken self together. He managed to get this far, finally having you talk to him, and he really didn’t want to fuck this up. He was willing to change. Life without you has been a lot harder than he could’ve ever imagined. “I fucked up. Now that I’m hearing you out, I acknowledge that I did, okay? I was angry before because I felt like you weren’t supporting me. But now… I understand. I did change. I was just finally glad I was getting recognized for my talents and I didn’t realize I was leaving the one person who supported me through it all behind. Y/N, please. Give me another chance, I’ll promise to make it up to you” Hyojong pleaded.

“I don’t know. Now is not the time to be talking about our future. We can talk about it when you’re sober. For now, you can sleep here. I’ll be in my room” you got up from the couch, “Tell me how you feel about it tomorrow, then maybe I’ll consider it” you weren’t sure you could trust what he was saying, especially since he was so drunk. But if he meant it, he’d bring it up again tomorrow. “Good night, Hyojong” you walked off. His heart dropped as he watched you leave the room, “Good night” he called out solemnly. He sat alone in your living room, staring at the ceiling, desperately trying to talk himself into being sober so he could get his thoughts together.

I won’t let her go again. I refuse to let her go. Sober up, Hyojong, dammit. This is the chance you’ve been waiting for. You let her down once, you can’t let her down again. She’s counting on you. Just stop and get your shit together once in your life! You’ve fucked up so many things, but this is not something you can give up on. She’s the best thing that ever happened to you. Never forget that.