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The Fire In Your Eyes

part IX: horseshoe overlook v

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 6.1k

summary: Three days after watching Arthur fall, three days of grief, three days of regret, and it all comes crashing down on you in one bittersweet moment.

a/n: here we are fellas... a much awaited chapter, technically the second half of last chapter. Star waits three days at the bank of the river... and so I've made you wait three days too. I want to say a few things so if you're sticking around to read the notes buckle up. Firstly I could absolutely not have done this chapter without Margo (linked below). She literally held my hand through writing this lol, and offered me more support, kindness, and praise than I deserve. She gave me so many tips and ideas and suggestions for this and I'm just so proud of the way it turned out, thanks to her. This was a group effort for sure. Secondly, I'm still in shock from the level of support this series has been getting. Its just incredible to see how many people come back so consistently. Last but not least, I love you guys, really I do. And I can't wait to see what you guys have to say about this chapter.

beta read by @margowritesthings

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, violence

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SERIES MASTERPOST

It's been three days, searching the banks, knowing that he won't be back, won't be coming home. You saw him hit the water, and he didn't come back up. A fall like that is barely survivable. You know he's gone and it isn't until you allow yourself to think it that you break. All that you should have told him, should have opened up about and you didn't. You didn't. And now Arthur will never know any of it.

Arthur is gone, and he left thinking that you didn’t want him. You hate yourself, for your inability to open up and you hate him for this whole job. You told him you didn’t feel right about it but no one listened. Now he's gone and you're so mad, so angry with the world and your heart and him.

It's pouring, thundering and lightning in the dark night and you've started to accept that he isn't coming back. In your head you know it, it's all you've thought about. You know he's gone, he's never returning to you, but your anger keeps you from returning to camp because what is the gang to you without Arthur? Can you really go back there and live with his ghost?

The rain pounds down on the top of your tent, falling down and drenching the ground. Lightning lights up the night, showcasing to you the dark, empty lake. John had come by a day ago, and when you realized he was alone your heart shattered all over again. It's a strange thing, you realize, to love someone but never have the courage to admit it until it's too late. Thinking back, you know you loved Arthur, it's obvious, but you couldn't admit it at the time. It took losing him to realize how much you need him. You don't know who you are, here now, without him. You belong nowhere, you have nothing, you want nothing other than him.

You think about going up north, up to West Elizabeth for a while, but you can't bring yourself to leave the shore just in case. You haven't eaten. You haven't slept. You've been sitting in this tent at night haunted by ghosts and regrets, and surveying the lake in the day, futile as it may be. You know you need to do something, to go somewhere other than this damn shore, but you're lost. Your head tells you to run, but your heart tells you to go back to those who care about you.

Arthur cared about you. And it's sick, and it's twisted but you're so mad at him for your feelings, so mad that he cared about you so much because it made losing him that much harder.

Lost in thought, you don't even hear the footsteps as they approach the tent, nor do you hear Balius's quiet nicker. The rain doesn't help, coming down along with thunder that shakes the ground. You don't even notice his presence until he speaks up.

"Star?"

Everything stops. Your eyes go wide, and immediately fill with tears at the familiar, gravelly voice that you haven't been able to get out of your head for three days. At first you're sure you're imagining it, losing your mind, until he speaks up again.

"Star? Y'in there?" He asks again, and too shocked and confused to speak, you crawl out of the tent. Your eyes land on him as you stand in the rain and you freeze, mouth agape. He looks… he looks fine. And you take a step back as the emotion of it all comes crashing down. At first you're shocked and confused, and then you're relieved… and then you're mad. Because you spent three days thinking he was dead, and he's standing in front of you washed up in a brand new outfit with a smile on his face. The rain soaks in your clothes, drenching you as you try to breathe.

"Where have you been?!" You cry out, full of emotion and fear and rage. Arthur sees it all playing out on your face, and his eyebrows draw together.

"What-" He begins but you interrupt him.

"Why are you walking up here like everythings just fine? Where were you?!" You half cry- half hiss, thinking of all the time you'd spent scanning the water, waiting for his body to wash up.

"Swam down the river and hid out for a couple days till the bounty hunters lost me." Arthur sighs like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "What's the matter wit you?"

Arthur isn't used to having someone to return to. No one asks or complains if Arthur comes back late from a job, he's never had anyone care so much as to worry for him like this- he's just not used to it.

You huff, a humorless, sarcastic laugh.

"So you were just hidin' out?" You ask as a loud boom of thunder shakes the ground.

"Yeah." Arthur huffs, irritated with your attitude. Your tone is angry, condescending and sarcastic as you continue on. Tears fill your eyes, but he can't see them in the dark.

"Well, I'm glad you've been safe all this time." You reach into your tent grabbing his hat before throwing it towards him angrily. "Here's your damn hat. Found it washed up in the river after you fell. Y'know, it would have been nice if you let me know- If you let me know you were just camping, taking a few days off while I've been here!" You yell, fighting back sobs, watching as he grips his soaked hat, growing more confused.

"Star- what is your problem?"

"It doesn't even matter." You toss your hands in the air, chuckling humorlessly. Your hair is soaked through, and Arthur glances to the sky as it lights up with bright white lightning.

"Clearly it does matter! Ain't my fault you can't express your damn feelings!" He yells, growing angry alongside you.

"Oh, that is rich coming from you. Like you can?!" You immediately bite back, voice growing louder as you step closer to him.

"Yeah! I can, with you! I told you about my past, about my son and my parents and Mary! And I know nothing- I know nothing about you- what you want, where you've been." Arthur yells louder than the thunder, pointing his finger in your face as he does so, "You won’t open up and it's killing you. God- what are you so afraid of?! What's holdin’ you back? It's eating at you and you won't just deal with it SO WHAT IN THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLE-"

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" You yell, stepping forward with your shoulders squared, meeting him with just as much aggression. You're so angry with him, for the train and for coming back like nothing happened. Your anger gets the better of you as you lean forward, hands pressed against his chest and you shove him backwards with all the fire you can muster, growling as you do. He stumbles backwards, eyebrows drawn together as you ball your fists, ready to scream at him, to berate him for leaving you out here. But at the thought, something in your heart cracks, and the fire and the rage pales in comparison to the fear of losing him.

A loud boom of lightning sounds out, and Arthur prepares for your inevitable verbal knives with his eyes cast on the ground, but you never throw them.

When he looks back up, your shoulders are rising up and down heavily, and your finger points at him like you're about to chastise him, but you don't. He watches as your shoulders slump slightly, and he sees the way your hand, pointed at him, falters. Glancing up to your eyes, he sees that you're fighting back tears, and biting down on your lip to stop it from trembling.

Exhausted, and terrified and hurting, you can't find it within you anymore to yell. In fact your voice is barely above a whisper as you meet his green eyes,

"I spent days thinking you were dead… Do you have any idea what that was like?"

Arthur sees the moment that you break. He watches as your face crumples, and he sees the pain that you've been going through. God, he didn't even think. He didn't even think. You crumple, erupting into quiet sobs as you hold your face in your hands. In two strides his arms are around you, and you sink into his touch, letting all of the pain and the grief be washed away by the rain.

"I'm so sorry, Star. Shit, I'm so sorry. I'm here. It's okay." He coos, protecting you from the rain with his warmth as you sob into his shirt, wrapping your arms around him to make sure he's really here.

"John had to pry me away from that bridge…" You choke out, "I thought you were dead and I can't- I can't lose you, please, please don't leave me-" You whimper, feeling more vulnerable than you ever have in your life, but knowing that you trust Arthur with every fiber of your being to be the one to piece you back together. At your words, Arthur's heart shatters, falling to the ground in fragmented pieces along with your own that had fallen apart three days ago. Even with the rain, lightning and the pitch black, he cups your cheeks, pulling your teary eyed gaze up to him.

"Look at me. You aren't alone- look at me, Star- I'm not going anywhere."

And looking into his eyes, seeing him here, you know it's a promise he intends to keep. He's in front of you, he's safe, and having him here is too much and not enough all at once. He's scanning your eyes, searching for something to signal that you're going to be okay, and that's when it happens. With his hands resting on your face, and his eyes searching yours, you lean up on your toes, and you kiss him. You kiss him with everything you have in you, ignoring the storm and the pain in your heart. You thought you'd never have the chance to do this. And with him here in front of you, you need him to know that you want him too. You've repressed so much love and so much emotion, and now that he's here in front of you, you can't help but feel it all.

He's shocked at first, eyes open and lips slack until he catches up and leans back into you with just as much emotion. His eyes slip shut, and you curl your hands into his shirt, opening your mouth for him to gain entrance. Your tears slip down your cheeks, mixing in with your lips. It's hungry and raw and filled with the emotion of you terrified of losing him, and needing him in every way possible now that he's here.

You pull away to catch your breath, tears slipping down your cheeks as you look up to him, making sure once again he's still here. He smiles down at you, wiping your cheek with his thumb, smearing the rain and the tears away. And then you're pulling him back down to you, kissing him again with the same hunger, and he kisses you back. His hands grip onto your waist and he pulls you against him as your lips slot against each other. It's him who breaks the kiss this time, and he looks down to your eyes, his green irises searching yours and seeing the intention in your gaze.

"You sure you want this?" He asks you, rain soaking his hair and causing a piece to hang down in front of his face.

"Stop talking." You whisper, barely a breath as you run your fingers through his hair before leaning up to kiss him again. Your hands grip onto him, and you whimper into his mouth as his tongue mixes with yours. You need more, you need him. You need to know he's with you.

Arthur seems to read your mind, hands grabbing the underside of your thighs as he pulls you up against him, carrying you. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you only break the kiss momentarily as he carries you into the tent. He lays you down on the soft blankets, taking a moment to admire you laid before him in the lantern light. Then he lines your body, leaning over you on his forearms as the storm rages on outside. His lips are on you again, in the crook of your neck, kissing the spot where your pulse beats erratically. Your legs are still wrapped around his waist, and as he kisses you, his left hand unbuttons your shirt.

"You done this before?" Arthur asks, pressing messy kisses to your jawline. He remembers your conversation up in the Grizzlies, and he's almost certain this is new for you. You shake your head.

"No." You admit. You're no saint, but you've never trusted anyone enough to go this far, not before Arthur at least.

He exhales, nodding, but he seems hesitant, his hands slowing on your buttons. You grip either side of face, pulling his attention to you.

"I want it to be you. I need it to be you." You admit, whining as he groans, nodding. He leans back, sitting up in between your legs to shed his clothes. You help, pulling his shirt off of him quickly once the buttons are undone. He's left in just his jeans then, but you stop him from taking them off. You pull him down back over top of you, and he obliges, though a bit confused.

"Kiss me." You plead, and he does. He kisses your lips over and over again, he kisses your neck and your jaw and your forehead while you get used to everything. He wants to do right by you, he wants to do this your way.

You reach your hand down between your bodies as Arthur pops the last button to your shirt. You line your hand along the bulge in his jeans, and you press against it, eliciting a deep groan from Arthur. You smirk, popping the button of his jeans before slipping your hand inside. You wrap your hand around his shaft, feeling how much he wants you.

It's overwhelming, all the feelings he gives you. In every way. He's perfect. Warm and loving, and his tan skin is kissed with freckles all over and he's so beautiful it makes your heart ache.

"I'm ready, but I don't know- How do we do this?" You whisper against Arthur's ear. You're letting him take control, and he nods, kissing your lips softly.

"Let me take care of you, let me be strong for you." He whispers, pulling your shirt over your shoulders and kissing your collarbone until there is a mark. Then he leans down, pulling your dark jeans down over your legs by the waistband, leaving you fully exposed. Once your denims hit the discarded pile of clothes, Arthur leans back, smiling down at you. You can't find it within you to be self conscious, not with the way he's looking at you. You lean up on your elbows, watching him drink you in as he leans up to grip onto your hand.

"You're so beautiful…" He mumbles, eyes trailing up your figure lovingly. He squeezes your hand, and leans down to your right thigh where a messy scar lies, the gunshot wound from Blackwater. He kisses the scarred skin.

"N' so strong." He whispers, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Leaning up to meet him, you crash your lips against his own, trying to shove his jeans down off his form. He chuckles, leaning back to shed the denim. Now both fully undressed, he stops, looking over you again. Your wet hair is sprawled out on the blankets, lips plump from where he's kissed them. He's sure you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on.

"Arthur-" You whimper, pulling him back down to you by his hand. He takes his time warming you up. There's no rush, and you're so glad to just be together.

He places kisses down your chest, in between the valley of your breasts, and you chuckle, fingers intertwining into his hair as you pull him back up to your lips.

"Arthur?" You breathe out.

"Hmm?"

"Touch me." You plead, spreading your legs for Arthur. He smiles, running a finger down your thigh as he leans in to kiss your neck. You gasp, feeling his fingers brush against your core. He stops, groaning when he feels how wet you are, the sound cathartic. Then once you wrap your legs around his waist, he resumes his pace. His thumb gently rubs around the small bundle of nerves at your core, and you gasp, gripping onto his shoulders as he continues to kiss your neck. Then as his thumb continues, his middle finger stretches into your tight heat, and your nails dig even deeper into his shoulders.

"Please, just-" You beg, but he stops you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Sweetheart, I gotta take my time. I don't wanna hurt you." He says, and you nod, trusting him. He works his finger in you for a while, curling it up and coaxing little gasps from you. Then, he stretches a second finger into you, and you wince from the pull, but after a while of him working you, it starts to feel good. And shortly you're breathing quickly, ready.

"Perfect." Arthur whispers, sliding his fingers out of you while he presses a kiss to your forehead. His arms flex on either side of your head as he holds himself up, and your legs wrap around his waist as he lines himself up.

"You ready?"

"Yes, yes-" You mumble.

You feel the tip of his length against your entrance, and you spread your legs even further for him. And then he's sliding in, slowly. You gasp loudly, gripping onto him tightly as he thrusts in, slow as to not hurt you.

"S'it hurt? You okay?" Arthur asks, stilling as you toss your head back and pant.

"No- yes-?" You whimper, acclimating to the feeling. You nod, signaling him to continue as the thunder rumbles outside, not nearly as loud as your gasping breaths.

"Oh, Arthur-" You moan as he slides into the hilt, and bumps into your sweet spot. He slides back out partially, and then picks up a slow, steady rhythm. Your body arches beneath him, and you moan, pulling his face down to yours in search of his lips, tears coming in rivulets. He kisses you again, giving you butterflies as he thrusts in and out of you. You grant him access to your mouth then, and when he pulls away to breathe, still thrusting steadily, you whimper, tears running down your cheeks.

"Star?" Arthur asks, worried. And he stills his movements.

"No- don't stop." You beg, pulling his head down into your chest as he resumes his movements.

"I'm so glad you're okay Arthur." You cry, shaking against him as you hold his head against you.

His lips are on yours then, reminding you that he is here with you, safe, loving you.

"I'm right here, darlin'." He reassures, and you nod against him, biting your lip. You can't help the moans that you start to let out, timed with every one of Arthur's thrusts. He runs his thumb over your hard nipple, teasing it and giving you goosebumps. You don't have to worry about the noise, as there is no one to hear you but the raging storm outside. The power of the black clouds, bright lightning and pounding of rain pale in comparison to the crashing together of you and Arthur. Your moans seem to encourage Arthur, and he begins to thrust even harder into you, kissing you in between his movements. You can't keep your hands off of him, running them from his face, pulling his lips to yours or digging them into his shoulders as you gasp and moan.

He feels the same way, gripping your hips, kissing your breasts, and your lips and your neck it's almost too much. You feel yourself approaching an orgasm quickly, but you fight it, clamping down on yourself in an attempt to slow the process. You don't want this moment to end, you could stay here forever with him, and never have to worry about anything else. But your abdomen clenches and you feel your nerves begin to tingle. Arthur isn't oblivious to this, and he runs his thumb over your sensitive bud, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Star, let go." He whispers, lightly biting your earlobe. You shake your head, gripping his shoulders as tight as you can manage. .

"No." You argue, squinting your eyes shut and shaking your head, thighs clamping around him as you try to stop the inevitable.

"Darlin, let go. I told you, I'm not goin' anywhere." He whispers again, and you release, automatically setting off the intense waves of pleasure that crash down over you. You set Arthur over the edge, constricting around him and your moans fill the tent as you arch your back, pulling his lips down to yours. You moan into his mouth, hips rocking against his own as you climax, feeling so close to him and so intimate and vulnerable. You never knew it could be such a beautiful thing.

He begins to groan loudly in your ear, and you pull him down to you as you continue to rock and moan against him. Your grip on him tightens, and you're not sure whether or not he's planning on pulling out, but you don't want him to. You need him with you. Your legs wrap even tighter around him and he gets the message. A few stuttering breaths later and Arthur groans, grinding his hips against you as he finishes in you, lips pressing kisses to your own between heavy groans and breaths.

His forehead falls against yours, resting there as he catches his breath. You do too, still clinging to him in every way possible. After a few moments, he presses a slow kiss to your forehead, and then slides out of you. You wince from the pull, but once he lies down on the blankets beside you, he pulls you into the crook of his arm and covers you with the blanket. You rest your head on his chest, soothed by his heart beat after the past three days.

"You okay?" Arthur asks, running his hand up and down your back over the blanket. You nod, truthfully.

"I think I'm better than I've been in a long time." You admit. Arthur leans up on his elbow, grabbing your canteen from his side of the tent.

"Here." He offers you the water, and you take it willingly, sipping down some of the cool liquid before handing it back to him.

You cuddle down against his chest again, hand sprawled out on his stomach as he looks up at the ceiling, thinking.

"We gotta talk about this. Please, don't close up again, not now." Arthur says, worried that come morning you'll close yourself off again. You nod. Truly, you have no intention of hiding anymore, not after tonight. But for now you don't want to talk, you just want to be with him.

"In the morning?" You ask, tucking yourself into his side, yawning.

"Yeah, in the morning." He whispers, and you lean up, pressing one last, slow kiss to his lips. He chuckles as you toss your leg over his, formed tightly against him.

"Arthur?" You ask, not meeting his eyes.

"Hmm?" He asks, hand still running up and down your back while the other holds yours tightly.

"I'm so glad you're okay." You say again, a tear falling down your cheek and getting lost against his chest hair. You draw stars on his bare skin, distracting yourself as he wraps the blanket tighter around you both, protecting you from the thunder outside.

"I know, sweetheart. S'alright now, you just get some sleep."

Everything seems to make sense now, like it's finally fallen into place. You grip onto his hand, holding it as you start to drift off to sleep. You're his grief, his joy, everything he desires and loves. And you feel the same about him. You've denied yourself this for so long, that finally having it happened in one big collision. You wouldn't change it, lying here with him now. You know you have to talk about this, and you have to get Arthur back to camp, but it's all a problem for tomorrow. Right now it is about the two of you, just existing together for the first time.

— — — —

When you begin to wake up, it takes you a few moments to come to your surroundings. Your eyelashes flutter open, eyes squinting to block out the harsh sunlight that is filtering through the tent flap. There is a strong, steady warmth underneath you, and realizing your surroundings, you smile. Your head is laying on Arthur’s chest, legs still intertwined and hands still locked together under the blankets from the night before. Arthur's other hand runs soothingly up and down your bare back, and you prop your chin on his chest to look at him.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks, voice deep and groggy.

"Real good." You hum, telling the truth. You've slept in the same bed as Arthur on a handful of occasions, but you've never been able to do so as openly as now. You've never woken up so content before, even with the residual ache in your hips. It's a good ache, a reminder of where Arthur had touched you, binded his body to yours in the most intimate of ways.

"I'm sorry that I just… jumped you last night." You whisper with a chuckle, fingers running down Arthur's chest, tracing through the sandy blonde hair there.

"Do you regret it?" Arthur asks, looking down at you sprawled over his chest. Immediately, you shake your head.

"No. Not at all." You say truthfully. Even though the circumstances around your crashing together were less than ideal, you don't regret it even for a moment.

"Good." Arthur hums, smiling down at you.

It grows quiet for a while, comfortably so. You listen to the birds and the river, but mostly Arthur's steady breathing, and you realize that you could lie here with him forever. You thought you'd lost him, and now that he's here, you can't bring yourself to let go for fear that he will disappear again. At the thought, you realize that you've not discussed what happens now, and a question forms on your lips. Your hand is still intertwined with Arthur's, and you play with his fingers as you speak up.

"I reckon I already know the answer to this… but this was more than just sex right?" You ask, a little nervous. You're almost certain this is an emotional commitment, but your anxiety still prods at you. Arthur cracks a smile, bringing your wrist up to his lips before tenderly kissing the point where your pulse beats.

"Yes," He laces his fingers back with your own, "I'm all yours darlin', if you'll have me."

"Always." You whisper, ear pressed against his chest. The rhythmic pounding of his heart is a sound you can't get enough of as you slip your eyes closed, still reassuring yourself that he's here.

"We gotta head back soon," You sigh, "I know John is worried sick. I'm sure everyone else is too." You whisper, feeling a pang of guilt in your chest for keeping John in the dark while you'd kept Arthur to yourself all night.

"Just a few more minutes." Arthur counters, wrapping his arms around your waist. His thumb glides over your lower back, and you look up to see him lost in his head again.

"Why did you stay out here? Why didn't you go back to camp with the others?" Arthur asks, propping his hand under his head to look at you.

"How could I have left you? I didn't know if you were alive, I didn't think you were, god- that fall… but the thought of you hurt somewhere, or needing help, I couldn't just leave." You whisper, emotion bubbling up again at the thought of his fall. You don't bother to hide it anymore, even though your nature wants you to.

"I can't stop seeing it, Arthur. I've never been that scared in my life." You admit.

"It was a hell of a fall, I'll tell you that. Hurt like hell hittin' the water too. I didn't even know if I was alive, the water turned me around real bad and then I was on the shore of the Upper Montana River." He explains, eyes lost in the memory, "Hid out for a while and I heard the law whistles so I stole a horse n' ran to Strawberry. I was so worried about you… I didn't see you get away."

"Cause I didn't." You whisper, "John had to pull me away from the bridge. Athena carried me here and I sat in the grass the rest of the night just… waiting for you," You take a deep breath, a loose tear slipping down your cheek, "and then your hat washed up, and I was sure you weren't coming back."

You can't shake it. Every time you bring up the bridge it all comes rushing back.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't come back to you." Arthur hums, feeling terribly guilty as he sits up in the tent. You sit up next to him, pulling a blanket around your shoulders to cover your breasts.

"Well, you're here now." You whisper, teary eyes looking into his. He shakes his head, and you see the regret in his eyes.

"I shouldn't have called you a hypocrite. That was unfair of me." Arthur says, and your hand reaches up to his cheek, running through the thick stubble there.

"No, you were right. That's somethin' I've thought about a lot the past few days, somethin' I plan on workin' on." You say, "And, Arthur, I shouldn't have gone through your journal."

Arthur huffs, humorously.

"S'all you anyway." Arthur admits, and your eyebrows pull together, not understanding.

"My journal. It's all you." He reiterates and you smirk.

And then he's pulling you into his lap, unable to keep his hands off you now that he's able to touch you like this.

"We have to go." You chuckle as Arthur runs his thumb over the purple splotches on your collarbone. His lips are on your jawline in a heartbeat, pressing slow, languid kisses to it.

"They can wait." He whispers against your skin, thumbs gripping onto your bare hips as the blanket slips down from your shoulders. You lean into his kisses, loving the feeling of his lips on your skin, something you've denied yourself for so long.

Your stomach grumbles lightly, and Arthur slowly leans back, raising an eyebrow at you.

"You eaten anything?" He asks, and you sigh.

"No." You admit, sighing as he slides you down off of his lap.

"C'mon, let me make you breakfast."

"Didn't think you were the type; cookin' a girl breakfast the morning after." You chuckle as Arthur starts plucking your wet clothes up off the floor, tossing them in a useless heap.

"Yeah, well… only for you." Arthur huffs, grabbing your saddlebag from his side of the tent.

"You got any other clothes? These are drenched from the rain." Arthur asks, nodding to your outfit from last night. You nod, searching through the bag until you find a decent outfit. You grab a pair of black jeans and a white long sleeved shirt and you pair it with a tight black vest and a choker-style neckerchief, it's a damn cute outfit.

“Alright, go on and get breakfast ready, I’m starvin.” You joke, pulling your shirt over your arms and buttoning it from the bottom up. Arthur laughs, eyes lingering on you for a moment before he groans, getting himself dressed for the day.

He makes a little fire out front, and you smile, sitting at the entrance of the open tent as he prods and pokes at the smoldering logs with a stick. He puts on a little pot of coffee, and pulls a few cans from his satchel.

“It ain’t much, but it’s what we got.” Arthur says, stabbing his knife into the top of one of the cans and cutting away the seal. He hands it out to you then, and you smile at the label. Strawberries, another delicious treat that Arthur had stashed away in his bag.

“It’s perfect.” You hum, slipping your fingers into the can and pulling out one of the berries. Today proves to be the calm after the storm, and despite the rain that soaks into the ground, covering the grass in a mist, the day is beautiful. The sun shines brightly down onto you and Arthur, sipping your coffees and making quiet, comfortable conversation. One by one, eating the berries, you begin to feel replenished. Not having eaten for the past three days, too devastated to even move, you devour your whole can of strawberries, and then you pick at Arthur’s. It breaks his heart a little, seeing how you’ve deprived yourself of basic needs in his absence, but he says nothing. You squint your eyes shut, relishing in the warm bitterness of your coffee until you’ve drunk it all down.

“Thank you.” You say, placing the empty cup on the ground next to the empty cans, “For everything.”

“Course.” Arthur smiles, standing from the ground with a groan. He picks up the trash, and you raise an eyebrow at him as he tosses it into the woods. In just a matter of one night he’s managed to piece you back together, both physically and emotionally. It’s a debt you’ll owe him forever, though you know he’ll ask for nothing in return.

“Star?” Arthur asks, looking at the tent as you stand from it, packing up, “This John’s tent?” He asks, looking over the familiar dark camping kit, one that he’s pitched his own next to on many occasions while out working.

Your eyes go wide and you snort, remembering that John had left you his camping kit back when you’d told him you planned on staying by the river.

“Oh my god-” You say, horrified, “We’ll have to get him a new one.”

Arthur chuckles, amused as he brings the tent down and starts packing it up with the blankets.

“Nah, he won’t know.” Arthur brushes it off, snickering to himself.

“Arthur-” You chastise, jaw open slightly as he rolls everything up and ties it onto the back of Balius. Arthur says nothing, a smirk on his lips as he walks to the front of his scarred shire, petting his head.

“Missed ya, boy. I hope you took real good care of the lady while I was gone, I know you did.” Arthur whispers to his stallion, patting his neck a few times while pulling some mints from his saddle bag. He gives Balius one, and then looks back to you, blushing at the smile on your lips from his whispering.

“Ready?” He asks, gripping the horn of his saddle.

“As I’ll ever be.” You sigh, kicking dirt into the fire before mounting onto Athena, patting her in thanks for getting you across the river all those days ago.

You wonder what happens now. When you return to camp will Arthur showcase your newfound relationship?- If that's what you’re calling it, that is. You don’t know if things will slip back into their usual routine, or if this will change everything. You’re not ready for the gawking, hushed whispers of the girls, or the disapproving glare of Dutch. Though it's nonsensical, you feel that everyone will know what happened out here, and you feel terribly selfish for spending the night with Arthur when his own family didn’t even know he was alive. Still, you don’t regret it.

Trotting across the river back towards Horseshoe Overlook, back towards home, you glance up ahead. Arthur is in front of you leading the way, and you release a breath, letting all of the worry and the guilt fall from your shoulders and be lost in the river. Because no matter what faces you back at camp, he's with you now, by your side with no intentions of leaving. You'll face it together.

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#arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #no im not hiding that in the tags pfffft #arthur morgan smut

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witchwrestler · 1 year

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trip down memory lane - eddie munson

//warnings//: mentions of death, implied depressive state, but other than that, just bittersweet energy

note: this is the first time I've ever written something like this so if it reads like it was written by a middle schooler, I'm still learning.

An old bleach stained metallica t-shirt, and a pair of ratty old converse.

That was all you had left of eddie, all that was left of the boy you had loved so deeply. You had never expected him to pass so young, but nobody did.

After he passed, it left you feeling like a part of you was missing, like there was a hole in your heart that could never be filled. though you knew this wasn't what he would've wanted you to be feeling, you couldn't help but grieve the loss of someone who meant more to you than anyone ever had.

You never thought you would lose him, you had always seen the two of you growing old together, having slow sunday mornings with pancakes and coffee, laughing and watching old movies on rainy days cuddled in blankets and enjoying eachothers company.

But instead you were in your room, crying into your pillow and clinging to the faint scent of him that was still stuck on the fabric of the bleach stained t shirt you were wearing and staring at his shoes, that had been left in the corner of your bedroom trying to convince yourself he wasnt entirely gone, that you still had some part of him with you in these material things. you couldn't fathom the idea of living without him, and you never thought you would have to go through this.

As you lay there, snotty nose and puffy face, you remember all the moments you and eddie shared in this town, you think about that girl wearing baggy jeans that caused her to look much shorter than she was with an extremely faded band tee found at the back of her closet. And how eddie munson sat next to her and talked to her and made her feel seen.

You remember you and Eddie's first meeting, it was a very cold and rainy tuesday when he had walked into your English class for the first time all year and sat next to you in the back. And you recall after he sat down, when he carefully inspected the book sat at the corner of your desk and then proceeded to ask you for a pencil, which you gladly gave him, earning a thankyou and a small bow.

You think back to another day in english, the only class the two of you had together. And how that particular day you were quite run down and spread thin and eddie had slipped a crumpled piece of paper to you that read:

i hope that you're ok. you look kinda dead and I've grown to enjoy sitting next to you.

-E.M.

you then slowly and carefully scrawled underneath his note:

im ok. and I've grown to enjoy sitting next to you as well

-y/n

you passed the note back to him, receiving a small smile. he didn't write another note the rest of class that day but he did leave a note tucked into your windshield that you had grabbed it furiously, thinking it was a ticket, only to see his name and phone number with the words 'call me sometime' scrawled underneath.

You had read that note with the dumbest smile on your face, and full intentions to call him when you got home. When you had gotten home, you threw your bag down on the floor of your room and you put a cassette into your player and listened to the sounds of metallica combined with the rainy weather. meanwhile the thoughts had swarmed your head about whether or not calling him right now would seem too desperate or too much, and looking back on it you realize that was stupid, knowing eddie was probably sitting by his phone smiling like an idiot and feeling proud of himself.

when you eventually did decide to call him, the two of you ended up having better conversation than you could've hoped for. You talked for hours about lord of the rings and debated about different bands, for the first time, you had thought, someone finally understood you.

you had grown so close to eddie in those short months, and you recalled when you had found out about everything in the upside down, and you got scared of losing the person you loved and started becoming distant and talking to eddie less, convincing yourself he was better off without you. You thought back to a day when you were still working at the record store next to the family video. You were stocking some records after closing when there was a knock at the door, "Hey, dude, we're closed, you've gotta leave," you called from the back of the shop. the knock came again. You finally turned around to see eddie standing in the rain and immediately went to let him in. "eddie, what are you doing? dude, it's pouring rain, " you said, gesturing for him to come in. in that moment, you thought you had never seen him look more confused and sad in your life. he looked at you with his big brown doe eyes and spoke, "Why have you been ignoring me?" he had said, intertwining his hands and looking up at you. The fear started creeping over you that you were going to have to tell him how you felt and that you were afraid of losing him. "I have no idea what you're talking about," you said, attempting to ignore what he had just asked you. "bullshit, y/n" he said, "please just tell me why, or what I did, I'm always fucking up it has to be something" eddie added, eyes brimmed with tears. "i-" you started, struggling to find the words. "You didn't do anything wrong, eddie. i just wouldn't be able to lose you, " you breathed, regretting your words immediately, embarrassed of your feelings. Eddie's eyebrows furrowed, and a look of realization panned his face. "You weren't ever gonna lose me, y/n," he said, inching closer to you. "But what if I do?" You had said, voice cracking. "You won't. And you never will"

That was the last time that you had kissed eddie munson. The last time you were close to his perfectly sculpted face, the last time you felt his unkempt curly hair, and smelled his cheap cologne, and the last time you told him you loved him.

When dustin told you, your heart dropped.

You had opened your door to a teary eyed 14 year old who looked like he had been crying for days. Dustin was your favorite of Eddie's friends, and seeing him look so disheveled made you think there was something very wrong.

"eddie-um-uh, eddie is dead" dustin had told you, crying mid sentence, hiccuping uncontrollably. You had immediately pulled him into a hug and your heart felt like it had dropped to your stomach, and you heard dustin talk through muffled sobs, "he wanted me to tell you he didn't run away this time". and soft smile appeared on your face, tears still flowing.

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #stranger things #eddie munson × reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson × y/n

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ddoxhan · 2 years

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gray ashes

i'm sorry.

word count : 0.7k words

genre : angst, when you realize love isn't a road full of flowers; fem!reader

tw : profanities, degradation (kids, don't look down on people)

a/n : wrote this while I was really obsessed with 'anti-romantic' and I could relate so much to the lyrics :3 enjoy !!

"do you believe in love at first sight?"

"i do actually, ironically."

"why would you say that?"

"well, i don't believe in love."

"oh, that does sound odd."

"the former was me back then and the latter would be me now."

"i just don't anymore."

it dates back to my high school life. there was this one girl i liked a lot, you could say i actually loved her. but whatever, i don't really know whether i did.

"minjeong-ah, here's some water."

"thanks."

"you're doing great! you were really cool back there!"

"yeah, sure."

and i just stuck around her almost every day in school whenever i could and even after school. she hated me and i thought maybe, i could change her mind one day.

"i like you minjeong!"

"..."

"i'm sorry. i don't want to give you false hope."

"i-it's okay, sunbae! m-maybe you-"

"i won't change my mind."

"give me a chance! you won't know if you don't let me try."

"suit yourself."

but that never happened.

i did everything i could, every day for a whole year. but she never lost her stance. and i lost myself.

i truly believed that i could get her to reciprocate my feelings for her. i really did. the hope-driven me. though she never gave them to me.

when she would finish training, I'd prepare warm water as she hated having cold drinks after, saying it's bad for the body. when she loved strawberry-filled bread and almond milk, i would run to the store to get them because they run out real quick.

can't believe i still remember the details about her. i guess i really did love her then. don't you think she was a little dull to not push me away when she saw how much i liked her? however, it wasn't her fault in the first place.

i bet you're just thinking how foolish it was for me to keep pestering someone who clearly rejected me. well, i guess that's the charm of falling in love. nothing can come in the way of your love. except for the person you love.

i was really selfish. i only saw myself throughout that journey. how i felt, how i thought, how i could be her soulmate. but never once then about how she felt, how she thought, how things were tough for her. because of me.

all i ever wanted was receive a small bit of what she gave her. even if it was just the attention to what i say. even if it was just her eyes on me. even if it was just her.

i knew she just dated her to get me off of her. i was determined, way too hella determined. things went on for some time. she still kept her and i still stuck on her. maybe she grew impatient, perhaps even annoyed, perhaps those feelings turned into hatred. even i would have, thinking back, to be honest.

she bursted. whatever mean things she could think of, she spat all of them at me. attention-seeker, dumb b*tch, leech. how i ruined her high school life, how she hated to come to school because of me, how she attracted such an ugly piece of shit.

i think that was what was needed. both her and i. she was done with me and i lost myself amidst the love. after that day, i stopped. stopped following her, stopped contacting her, stopped anything that had to do with her.

but i know best that it shouldn't have even started. the moment she rejected me, i should have just put these feelings aside and call it a day.

though, i thank her a lot. for letting me know how much of a fool i've been and how love wasn't worth it. and it still isn't. which is why i don't believe in love anymore.

it is pure bliss and cotton candy clouds until you take the wrong path down the lane.

this is something I look back at and just smile. a bittersweet smile yet relieved, that we both weren't suffering anymore and going on with our lives. i wonder how she's doing, and wishing her all the best sincerely. i would like to borrow this time to send her a message.

the same words she last said to me on that day.

"i'm sorry."

#winter #kim minjeong #aespa #aespa angst #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #aespa x reader #winter x reader #Spotify

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spamgyu · 6 months

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Ces! "What are you Dune 2 me Ces?" "Cara's groupies, because Carat, get it? Yes! I do! And I love love love your puns😍 They made me cackle so hard my co workers were alarmed ��😂😂😂

Also, Justin Moon is just making me go 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Fair warning. The following may come across a bit OOC, but you know what, still gonna let it rot my brain. It's been one of those kinda sweet and angsty kinda days, so this is just a bit of bittersweet brainrot.

Presenting Justin Moon for your Brainrot pile!

It's the end of the semester and you've stretched your stay as long as you could. You even applied, got and finished an internship after your semester just to stretch out your time with Justin. It's been fun working in the same building as him. You sometimes get to see him during lunch at the cafeteria (though you don't get to eat with him, unfortunately. He sits with his colleagues, you sit with yours, it's alright, you win some you lose some)

But the best part is the time after work, you get to hangout with him (occasionally) without the added deadline of assignments and projects and tests and all the other things that stress you out during the semester.

It's been like living in your own world, an alternative reality almost. Dreamlike. It's like time flows twice as slow, allowing you to enjoy Justin's presence twice as much. And you would give almost anything for it to continue.

But all good things come to an end and as you are saying goodbye to all the new people you met in your internship, you wonder if Justin felt the dreamlike quality of your evenings. You feel a bit nostalgic for the time you've spent together.

You're heading home tonight. You've missed your parents quite a bit, you're looking forward to it. Justin has already offered to drop you to the airport. You start a bit early, wanting to prolong the dwindling time you have left with him. And when you reach the airport you end up sitting in the parking lot talking to each other till you lose track of time. But it's time for you to head inside. So Justin grabs your suitcase and your backpack and accompanies you as far as he can. And when he hands you your luggage, it's like he wants to say something. But he's also holding himself back. Like he's second guessing himself. And then he shakes his head as if to push away errant thoughts and says, “Have a safe flight Y/N!”, and pushes you forward. You don't have too much time to spare once you enter the airport terminal. So you get through the security check right when there's a final boarding call for your flight. You need to rush!

Finally you are in your seat and you text Justin to let him know that you have boarded the flight. But you can't hold back from asking him what he was gonna say when he wished you safe travels.

He's still second guessing himself. But he decides to not listen to the doubts in his head for once and texts:

“Y/N, this month after our exams got over has been the most magical time I've spent in my life. Seeing you at lunch, coming back to my apartment and knowing that I could hang out with for the rest of the evening, talking about what we love to our hearts content, with no care about approaching deadline has been kinda heartbreaking NGL. But it was the most beautiful heartbreak I've experienced. I saw how peaceful you look when we're just walking around with no aim in mind, not needing to hurry, because we got nowhere to be. I saw how happy you are about the small flowers blooming unexpectedly by the sidewalk. I also saw how proud you are when you accomplish something at work. And my heat swelled every time you wanted to share that accomplishment with me. I saw you trust me enough to share your worries and fears. Made me feel very special that I could support you that way. I am glad I could be there for you. It would be so easy to fall in love with you. I saw what it would have been like to be yours. And I wanted the time to stop so that I could have you with me forever. But I can't be selfish like that. I can't keep you frozen. You're filled with so much life, it would be a crime. But how I wish I could go back to those moments and live them with you forever”

You are shell shocked. You need to talk to your best friend about this. So you screenshot it immediately.

But the doubts in Justin's head won't let go of him. Those are quite intense words and he doesn't want to scre you off or lose you.

He deletes the text a few seconds later.

He doesn't know that you've read it.

Instead he texts “Don't worry about it Y/N. I'm just tired from work. And I'm a bit meh about still having a week until my internship ends. Have a good time with your family! I'll try not to miss you too much until next semester! Cya next semester!”

And now, you're left with the original screenshot, a journey of a couple of hours, filled with nothing but the sound of jet engines, a heart overflowing with so many emotions that you can't keep track of them all, and a head full of racing thoughts that are louder than the engines of the plane taking you home.

-🐭

UM OKAY HELLO THE JUSTIN WEN BRAIN ROT IS EVERYONE SEEING THIS IM THROWING UP

HELLO??

HELLO???

GUYS

GUYS???

stop justin wen being so scared and letting you be the one that got away hello??? helooo???

HELLO SOMEONE PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE

HELOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#okay but when i do it... IM EVIL????#THANK U FOR APPRECIATING MY PUNS. in my head justin wen is big on puns .... but im also the writer so maybe i need to seek help idk.#spamasks #sg: cara's groupies

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sigyns-drafts · 6 months

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um hii on your main i saw you're into mythical detective loki ? so i was wondering if i could request a little fic on freyr's feelings after founding out abt heimdalls death ! love your work :)

A/N: Hello, yes I am very much into mythical detective Loki! I don't usually write for it but I'll make an exception for you since the fandom deserves more attention! <3

Freyr's grief 💔

➩ After Heimdall's untimely demise when he had fought Loki, driven by anger towards him for his missing eye. When it had been in fact Odin who had stolen it. Loki was forced to bring back depressing news, especially to Freyr. The aftermath wasn't easy and the god now found himself seeking shelter at the detective agency.

➩ Reader type: none!

⚠: Includes spoilers for Mayura’s backstory and the plot of the Anime/Manga! Mourning a characters recent death, mention of a deceased mother, grieving friends.

In the dimly lit room of the detective agency, Freyr sat with a heavy heart, mourning the loss of his dear friend Heimdall.

It was a rainy day, so all their friends were staying inside to mourn together. It was a bittersweet moment for it to rain on such an occasion as this.

Freyr's dark blue eyes, usually gleaming with pride and determination to impress Mayura and protect his sister Freya, now reflected sorrow and emptiness.

Loki understood how Freyr must have felt after losing a fellow god, someone they both knew, despite his and Heimdall’s own complicated history.

Loki approached Freyr, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder causing the god to twitch and look up at Loki.

"Freyr, I know this loss weighs heavily on you, Heimdall was a good guy, a loyal friend. You're welcome to stay for as long as you need to recover from this.."

Freyr sighed deeply, his voice choked with emotion, he looked away from Loki's gaze. Seemingly embarrassed to be seen like this grieving state.

"Thank you Loki, I just can't bear the thought of him being gone. But how could he even have perished like that..?"

“All thanks to Odin's schemes..”

Suddenly Yamino and Mayura entered the room, the man holding a tray with tea and some treats.

He had gotten help from Mayura to open the door carefully so they wouldn't disturb the peace.

The two walked up to them, both hovering over the two as Yamino spoke softly, putting the tray down on the coffee table and feeling the need to share some comforting words.

"Loss is never easy my friend, I've brought you some tea and treats to eat when you feel like it.”

“Thank you Yamino..”

“And I brought a blanket, so that you can warm up and feel a little more comfortable. It's raining so much today!”

Said Mayura as she looks at Freyr's depressed state, frowning and feeling bad for him.

She puts the blanket around him while the god sniffs, trying to wipe his growing tears away.

Mayura knew what it was like losing someone, after all she had lost her mother at a very young age!

She looks at Loki and Yamino, as if she was asking for permission to speak.

The two men just nodded, like they had read her mind and the woman would take a deep breath to prepare herself.

“Hey, I can understand what you're going through..”

Freyr slowly looks up, confused about what Mayura was about to tell him, slightly worried on how she could understand such pain and grief.

“I personally always try my best to remember the memories me and my mother shared whenever I miss her. After all, they will always live on in your heart."

That was the last straw for Freyr. Seeing the girl he wanted to impress, to charm so much, be here for him and say such words, tell him how much she could relate to his situation.

It broke him! With tears glistening in his eyes, Freyr nodded gratefully and whimpered to himself.

“My beautiful Japanese flower, I didn't know you knew what it was like. Thank you, all of you!”

Freyr expressed with gratitude as he suddenly latched himself onto Mayura's waist, but she really didn't seem to mind.

Patting his back to comfort him as he sobbed into her shoulder.

“There there mystery thief, you're going to be alright~”

#writing #mythical detective loki ragnarok #matantei loki #matantei loki ragnarok #angst #hurt/comfort #comfort #tw death

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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— try again ; bakugou k.

summary — old feelings come rushing back when you bumped into your ex one sunny afternoon.

genre — angst, but there's fluff in the end!

note — can't get this thought out of my head and i've been playing some apps and most of the characters treat mc like they're a distraction and that low-key hurt so i imagined a what-if scenario, have this mini fic! enjoy! ( ˘ ³˘)♥ warning: not proofread!

everything was great. you've moved on. you have a nice job that secures good payment and you're happy with your life, all things considered. a big city full of dreams, full of people with even bigger ambitions. heroes, villains, anti-heroes and normal people alike living together in the same world.

it was a perfect picture of another day to you. today was such a good day, your boss even let you go home early!

but you know that one moment, when you think that everything was perfect, it's all going pretty smooth, but then life suddenly pulled the rug from under you and your world flips upside down?

that's how you felt when you saw him.

he's standing in front of you – five, maybe six feet away – talking to what seems to be a grandma asking for directions. you watched him as he pointed his gauntleted arm towards whatever place the old woman was looking for, and he gave one of his rarest smiles before you heard a faint, “take care.”

after all this time, you never thought your heart would still beat for him. bringing back all the old feelings that you thought had left you five years ago. god, was it really that long? he looks different, but he can still make your heart skip and your mind race.

“...y/n?” you missed that voice. gravelly, rough around the edges, yet soft all the same. you missed your name coming from his lips. it felt...really good, if you were being totally honest.

bakugou katsuki was walking towards you and stopped two feet away when he noticed your figure in front of him. at first there was confusion in his eyes, and then surprise, and a hint of fondness, and lastly what you perceived as hurt.

“i...i didn't know you're patrolling around here.” you chuckled breathlessly, a little awkwardly, in fact. but you couldn't control the way your palms are sweating right now and the fact that your breathing got heavier.

“yeah, i...” he started, a hand coming up to rub his nape. your lip twitched at the action, some old habits die hard, after all. “i was in the area. had to do some rounds.”

you mouthed, “ah” before nodding.

well, this is awkward. two old lovers standing in the sidewalk on a calm afternoon. passersby walked by you two, going about their days as the both of you seemed to be stuck in time, staring at each other as if you couldn't believe fate has aligned the stars to make the you two meet again like this.

“i take it your dream came true?” you asked, nodding to his pro-hero outfit. you're not stupid, you always see him in the news. you're proud that he got his dream of being the number one hero the world deserves.

he's great at his job, there's this gleam in his eyes when he fights villains, the softness in them when he saves civillians. it was bittersweet to look at. he's good at being a hero. you can't deny a lot has changed since ua. some bad, some good. but nevertheless, it has brought you both back here to this moment.

“i did,” bakugo sighed, “it's fucking amazing. i love being a hero, i get to kick some villain's ass, and bring peace to the world, you know?”

wow, is this really the same bakugo you used to love?

“that's...really nice, bakugo.” he winced at the name you called him.

“what?”

“i'm not used to you calling me that.”

“it's your name?”

“yeah, but i mean...whatever happened to ‘tsuki?” he smirked, crossing his arms. you rolled your eyes.

by now he has walked a little closer to you, the difference in height intimidating you a little but by god, do you miss him being this close to you.

“that was before, bakugo.” you grumbled, looking across the street and seeing his fellow pro-hero, cellophane helping a kid bring back his ball that had rolled off to the road, it made you smile.

“remember when you used to call me that back in third year? you were so annoying–” you cut him off with a ‘hey!’ but he went on, ignoring your comments as he told a distant memory. you actually liked him like this. a nostalgic katsuki with a faraway gaze in his eyes, yet he's looking so softly at you.

“but over time, i got used to it. that name was special, you know? you're the only one who called me that and i always get mad at shitty hair and dunce face when they tease me with it. said it's only reserved for you...”

you stared up at him, feeling tears gather at the corners of your eyes. you blinked them away but bakugo moved faster and held your face gently, wiping them away with his thumb.

you're both caught in a daze, staring at each other – waiting for something, anything, to happen – you stared at the way the sun's rays glinting off a faraway building reflected on his hair, making it look like he has a halo, which is an ironic sight given how he always acted the opposite.

his eyes flitted down to your lips, and you're tempted to look at his. there's a tugging feeling in your chest, you hoped he's feeling the same way.

yet, you also know that whatever happened between you two, was in the past. you were a distraction for him in his plans to be the number one hero. and without you in the picture, he did achieved his goal in the end.

but were you both happy?

“i should...probably go,” you whispered, breaking off eye contact before pulling away from him. it made you feel cold, as if there's a huge wall between you once again and you don't like it.

bakugo nodded, still staring at you, committing you to his memory like this is the last time you'll see each other. and in your heart, maybe it is, and maybe it's for the better. although, you can't help the twinge of pain that maybe, he also hopes to see you sometime again soon.

“okay,” he muttered, “um, i gotta patrol around the neighborhood, anyway.”

“oh, right! well, i'm not gonna keep you from your hero business!” you laughed breathlessly, suddenly nervous. should you ask him to meet you later? no, that would seem like you're desperate.

before you could decide any longer, your feet made the move for you, sidestepping bakugo and walking away – going back to your old, perfect, bakugo-less life. like seeing him in that sidewalk didn't just carved a huge hole with the shape of him inside your heart.

three feet away, four, five...

“wait! y/n, wait!”

you heard footsteps before he was in front of you again, a little breathless catching up to you. he had a hopeful glint in his eyes as he smiled at you.

“do you wanna, maybe, get some coffee sometime?”

“i would love that, katsuki.”

#✏️ – signed by franz #🖤. bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader angst #bakugou katsuki x reader fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader angst #bakugo x reader fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader angst #katsuki bakugou x reader fluff #bnha x reader #bnha x reader angst #bnha x reader fluff #song insp : moral of the story by ashe

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suna-reversed · 4 years

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HQ boys as Taylor Swift songs-folklore

characters- Oikawa (exile), Atsumu (my tears ricochet), Meian (illicit affairs)

tags/warnings- ANGST, breakup, heartbreak, cheating, mentions of alcohol, manipulative behaviour, fluff in Meian’s if you squint

suggestions for pt2 would be appreciated (currently thinking of cardigan with Bokuto and hoax with Tsukishima)

Oikawa

“I can see you standin', honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin' but the joke's not funny at all”

He had told himself over and over again to not look; in the flight, in the ride to the hotel, even as he passed the entrance gates of the exquisite banquet hall where the reunion was being held. All he had to do was keep his eyes away.

But you were here, and he had never been good at withstanding the cosmic pull you always held. Even if you were in the arms of another, laughing like you always used to, with him.

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

“What changed, Tooru?” Your eyes were red and puffy, you had exhausted all your tears while he simply stood in the corner and watched.

“This isn’t going to work out y/n. We’re both miles away, with different lives, in different time zones, around different people; we can’t have a relationship built on nothi-” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “...I’m saving both of us from the pain that would come with splitting a few years down the line.”

“Do you still love me?”

Oikawa was familiar with the grief that came with loss; the grief of giving something every single bit of your soul, only to come out empty-handed and wounded.

“Go back home, y/n.”

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defendin' now?

You were my town

Now I'm in exile seein' you out

Perhaps he had damned himself to ruination. Given up without a fight. But that didn’t matter now.

You look ethereal, with stars in your eyes and glee in your smile. It doesn’t matter if he’s not the one behind it. You would have been a shell of who you are right now if you had stayed with him anyways.

He turns around, heading for exit.

Just one last time. He promises himself. His lips curve upwards into a bittersweet smile as he turns around to get his last look. Instead, he finds himself staring into the expanse of an entire galaxy. A cosmic explosion coming his way as the floor shifts from beneath him.

No, you definitely don’t sound the same.

How long has it been since he heard that voice?

“Not even gonna say goodbye before you leave Oikawa?”

What happened to your precious “Tooru”?

Atsumu

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

The clock reads 01:27 am. You’ve been sitting on the couch for the past 3 hours, the untouched dinner on the table gone cold long ago. You hear the sound of a door slamming shut, hushed footsteps making their way towards the center of the apartment, coming to a halt at the sight of you.

“Why are you still awake?”

“You promised we’d have dinner together tonight.”

“Listen, it got late at practice, you could’ve just eaten without me.”

“You could’ve at least dropped a text.” You murmur, trying to keep your voice from breaking. This wasn’t the first time he had stood you up.

“It’s not that big of a deal y/n. You realise how important the upcoming match is to me, don’t you?” He sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, “Let’s just go to bed okay, I’m tired.”

“Okay.” You mutter, loosening your grip on the 2 year anniversary gift hidden below the couch cushion. A platinum ring with yours and Atsumu’s initials carved on the inside.

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me

Atsumu’s vision is blurry, shirt drenched in sweat, his head pounding as he’s pushed against the wall. He doesn’t know whether it’s from the screaming match he just had with you, or from the two bottles he chugged at a shady bar right after he walked out.

All that matters right now is the feeling of the hands of the girl that’s kissing his jaw. The same spot where you had pressed a chaste kiss not too long ago as you told him that you were going to leave-

No, he’s not going to think about it. All that matters is the touch of skin against skin, filling in the void you caused as he kneads the supple flesh of her thigh with his hand. The same hand that bore a platinum ring, the letters engraved inside of it now fatuous and futile.

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

No, no, no.

Why are you here?

Why are you back?

“I had hoped we could talk-” You take a deep breath, feet stuck in place as you lay your eyes upon the marks littering his jaw, his neck, going much farther down-

A sob comes out from deep inside your chest.

No, no, no.

He’s looking at you, your crestfallen face, tears falling off of it like british showers.

He’s acting before he can think, falling to his knees, grabbing onto your waist as you try to walk out.

“No! Angel, please just let me explain. I thought you were never coming back- I would've never-”

“Never what Atsumu?!” Your voice is louder than you expected it to be.

“Never what? A single fight is all it takes for you to discard everything we ever had? For you to step over everything I put into a relationship that has barely even existed for so long!”

He’s never heard you shout before. But it's okay, it’s okay if you shout at him, if you break a few things, hell you can wreck his whole apartment if it means that you’re staying for even just a moment longer.

But you’re not. You’re pushing him away, movements stern, as you try to make your way to the door. All he can do is cling onto you, crying your name over and over again as he racks his brain for a way to make you stay.

Why was it always you who knew what to say when it came to fixing things?

Meian

Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head

Keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

You knew there were aspects of his life he had no control over. After all, he was watched by thousands of eyes everyday; the star player, the golden boy; the captain of MSBY. So how does it matter if you had to go a mile extra to hide what you had?

You loved who he was as a person and how he made you feel. Good-morning and goodnight texts, warm cuddles after matches, dancing in the kitchen to songs you don’t know the name of, late night drives to get takeout or go stargazing, laughing till you were on the floor crying. You loved him so much.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings

And stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A billion little times

“Volleyball player Meian Shugo spotted with a blonde beauty at the MSBY vs Adlers afterparty. Could she be his rumoured girlfriend that we’ve been kept in the dark about all along? Read more for exclusive deta-”

You can’t shed a single tear staring at the cover of the magazine. Not because your heart hasn't just been ripped out of your chest, but because you’re in public, standing in line at the grocery store picking up snacks for you and...Meian.

Why did you not see this coming? What hurt more was that you knew the girl. Meian had introduced you to her as a friend, and her as his social media manager. So this was clearly a misunderstanding right? It had to be. Despite telling yourself that over and over again, you still couldn’t get the picture of his arm wrapped around her waist and the smile etched onto his face out of your mind as you drove home, tears blurring your vision.

Don't call me kid

Don't call me baby

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

“Baby please listen to me-”

You’re sitting on the edge of the couch. You don’t know how long ago you stopped screaming, how long ago the anger dissipated and the rage turned into silent sobs, leaving behind a gaping hollow feeling in your chest.

You feel him shift closer to you but you don’t at him, still sniffing, your head buried in your arms.

“She was at the party because she’s our manager, you know Jessi-”

“Don’t say her name.” you hiss out.

“I wish I never met you, I wish I never got into this stupid arrangement. I wish-” You’re rambling now, sobs escaping between every few words as you try to comprehend the situation, “I hate this. I hate you.”

Heavy silence hangs in the room.

And you know damn well

For you I would ruin myself

A million little times

You find arms being wrapped around you and your head being pulled into a warm chest. You try to fight at first, but you’re tired; your throat hurts, your eyes burn and everything feels so cold, so you let yourself guiltily fall into his comfort, pathetically sobbing into his neck.

He patiently waits for your sobs to quiet down, one hand rubbing gentle circles onto your back while the other cradles the back of your head.

“She was at the party with the whole team and the publicist used it as a way to create gossip. That’s all there is to it. I had not given my consent for them to go ahead with this, but they refused to make our relationship public. Apparently, they didn’t think that the age gap between us would reflect well on my reputation.”

Meian’s heart breaks at the sound that leaves you as he says that, your hand gripping onto the fabric of his shirt as you start sniffing once more.

“I don’t care about what they say princess, you know that.” He kisses the top of your head, pulling you even closer to himself as if he could absorb the pain from you.

“I’m so sorry, give me another chance please. I didn’t tell you because I knew it’d hurt you. I promise I’ll make it up to you, please?”

You look up at him. His eyes are filled with tender love and pure adoration, it makes your heart melt. You nod, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Of course you would, he's your precious Meian, you’d always forgive him. Why did you ever think he’d do anything to hurt you?

Meian smiles into your hair, ignoring the sound of the notification popping up on the phone kept on the table,

Jessica: hey, we're still on for tonight right ? ;)

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ahsfan05 · 3 years

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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬?~ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Part One

Description: reader finds herself back at the Cortez. As fate would have it, she bumps into Sally. Sally explains her side of the story to reader.

Warning(s): mentions of drug use (heroine), alcohol, death, violence, swearing (?), abandonment issues (yk Sally), smut (top reader ofc), I am pretty sure that that's it.

Words: 2 752

Note(s): I'm sorry that it's taken so long, I've just been quite busy. Please let me know your thoughts.

Y/N's POV

It's been 10 years since Sally broke my heart, since she left me waiting by the bridge, like an absolute idiot. 3 652 days, and every single one of them has been the same. Wake up alone, go to work, and then go home to an empty apartment. I haven't been out much, dating-wise, maybe a couple of dates here and there, and a few one night stands- but they never lasted. They weren't her.

I could not bear to face Sally after she didn't show up for a second time. She made her choice, and I felt that I could not forgive her for a second time.

Maybe I was the problem, maybe I was being selfish. She obviously had a serious drug dependency, and an extreme addiction. I expected her to change it all so quickly, to just quit at the drop of a hat.

But she promised.

To say that I still loved her was an extreme understatement. She is the one and only person I think about every single night, rendering me totally incapable of loving another, especially not the way that I loved her.

I reminisce on the nights we spent between the sheets, praising each other's bodies. Tenderly loving one another, until the early hours of the morning. I dream of what my, or rather our, life could have been, had she met me that day.

But that is all they are, dreams.

Because she didn't come that day, she stayed in her cheap hotel room- she made her choice. And by now, she has probably forgotten about me. Yet, here I am, fixated on the very person that I cannot be with, Sally McKenna.

Over the past decade, I've been dying to see her again. To hold her in my arms, to kiss her lips, to love her body, and to accept her as she is (or as she was when I last saw her). This very hope constantly consumed me, every day and night, always in the back of my mind. Although, I truly have no clue as to what I would do, or how I would react, upon seeing her.

After 10 years of living a mundane and awfully unfulfilling life, the final nail in the coffin was the fact that I was just fired today. To be perfectly honest, I despised my job. My boss was a real pervert and an asshole, however, I worked really hard, and badly need the money. I feel as if I've wasted half of my life working towards something, only to have it taken away.

I need a fucking drink.

2nd person POV:

Now, just as fate would have it, you entered the Hotel Cortez, exactly as you had done 10 years prior. The very same feelings overwhelmed your senses. Goosebumps once again made their way onto your skin, and in the process, caused tears to fill your eyes as the memories came flooding back.

The bittersweet irony you felt standing in the lobby, after vowing to never return to the Hotel, was oddly comforting. As you took a seat at the bar, you noticed that that it was practically untouched since your last visit. Once Liz turned around to face you, she took notice of who was sitting before her, and warmly greeted you with her kind smile.

"Y/N Y/L/N, long time no see."

"Liz, I missed you."

"I missed you too, but I don't think that's the reason you're here."

"Well, technically I'm here because I've had an awful day, but one of your world-famous martinis is what I really came for." You told her.

"Ah, I'm sorry about that, doll. One martini coming up."

You thanked her as she handed you your drink. You hummed in approval as it slid down your throat, instantly releasing the tension in your body, and making you feel slightly better.

After a few more drinks, you begin to think about Sally even more than usual. Where is she? What is she doing? Is she still doing drugs? Is she in a relationship? Is she in love with someone else?

As if the universe could hear your thoughts, you hear shouting coming from the elevator. As the silver doors open, you see a man with his back facing you. You soon realise that there is a woman before him, although, you cannot see her face. They exit the elevator and the woman's face is revealed.

No, it can't be! Sally? After all these years?

"Liz! How could you not tell me that she's still here?" You whisper-shout at the bartender. Liz notices your shocked expression.

"Oh shit, uh...surprise? She's still here."

You frown at Liz.

Sally was far too preoccupied with the man beside her to notice you. The couple take a seat at the other end of the bar. They seemed to be arguing. You were completely conflicted, unsure whether to stay at the bar and pretend you never saw her, or make a run for it and head home.

You decide on the former and continue sipping on your drink. You occasionally look over at her and she seems incredibly upset. Tears stream down her cheeks as the man gets up to leave, walking towards the exit.

"You can't do this to me again, John! You motherfucker! You love me, and you'll be back! Just you wait!" She screams at him.

Eventually, she gives up and orders a drink. She lights a cigarette, reminding you of how you two would always smoke after making love, you'd lay back and admire each other until you fell asleep in her arms.

At last, Sally looks up, and her eyes meet yours. She slowly makes her way to sit next to you.

"Y/N? Is that really you? After all these years?"

"Yes, it's really me, ba- Sally." You reply.

"I can't believe it. I missed you so much, Y/N/N." She suddenly hugs you, allowing you to inhale her scent that hasn't changed in over a decade. Soft sobs escape her lips, causing you to tear up.

"I missed you too, Sal." More than you know.

"So, who was that?" You ask, gesturing to the lobby, implying that you were referring to the man that she was with before.

"That was John. He, uh... stays here sometimes."

"Oh, are you two..."

"No! Well... yes, but he always leaves me. They all leave."

You are unsure of what to say, feeling heartbroken at the thought of her sleeping with somebody else.

"Are you in love with him?" You asked, fearing an affirmative answer.

"No, but I have no one else." She states plainly.

"Oh." You reply.

"Y/N, I have been yearning to see you every day. I need to explain why I didn't meet you that day. I just... I don't think you'll believe me."

"Try me, Sal. I've been waiting for an explanation for 10 years. I have time."

"Could we go to my room?" Your eyes widen. "Just for privacy. No funny business, I swear."

You ponder for a moment, internally disappointed with the idea of there being no funny business. "Alright. Are you still staying in number 64?" You ask.

"I am." She smiled. "You remembered?" She didn't bother to wipe away her tears.

"How could I forget?"

She grabbed your hand, but quickly pulled away after realising what she'd done.

"Shall we?" You say.

"Yeah... yeah, let's go."

Her room was still in the exact same condition. It had the same bedding, curtains, and all of her old clothing. Except it didn't quiet smell like her. Someone else had been in here, and your best guess was John.

"Please, take a seat on the bed."

You do as she says and she takes her place beside you.

"Y/N, I wanted to meet you at the bridge that day, so badly. I promise you, baby, I was ready. I was going to do it- get rid of my stash. For you, for us. I just couldn't."

"I waited for you, Sally. I felt stupid, but also selfish. I expected you to give it up so quickly, I just thought that I'd be enough for you. But, maybe I wasn't. A-and that's okay. It just hurt so fucking bad. I was so in love with you. I went back to the bridge every goddamn day for weeks! Yet, I couldn't bring myself to come back here. I feared I'd find you right where I left you, or with s-somebody else."

"Oh, Y/N. I'm so sorry." Sally felt so guilty for what you've been through.

"No, I'm sorry, Sal. You were the love of my life and I should have done more to try and help you." You apologise.

"No, Y/N. Look at me. You did all that you could. You were everything to me, I just didn't know it at the time. I was so caught up in the thrill of getting high on drugs, that I overlooked the high I got from being with you." She confessed.

You were both sobbing your hearts out at this point.

"The truth is that Iris's son, Donovan, overdosed that night." She whispers.

"Oh, shit, Sally."

"Yeah, I left the room to get some air near an open window. T-then Iris must've found D-donovan in my room. S-she pushed me out of the fucking window!"

"Sally, that's impossible, you'd die from a fall like that." You say confusedly.

"I did."

"Come on, Sally." You say, expecting her to say that she was joking.

When you're only met with indifference, and you realise that she's not kidding.

"Wait. Oh, god, don't tell me... It's true then? The ghost stories?" You ask her.

"Apparently, because I woke up the next day, fucking stuck in this shit hole for the rest of fucking eternity!" She mutters angrily.

"Sal, I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry you waited for me. You have to believe me when I say that I wanted more than anything to leave this place to see you, Y/N. " She gently cups your face.

"I believe you, my love." You say, leaning into her touch.

Sally's heart swelled at the sound of the pet name you used to call her and she begins to blush.

"You're blushing, Sally." You chuckle.

"No I'm not!" She shouts.

You give her a doubtful look.

"Maybe I am. It's just, you haven't called me that in forever. I forgot how much I loved it."

"Noted." You utter.

"What's it like out there? Outside?" You try to answer but she continues. "Being stuck in here is hell, whenever I find someone who even remotely shows interest in me, they always fucking leave. They leave me here, and the worst part is, there's nothing I can do about it. I beg, freaking beg for them to stay, but they never do." She adds

"Well, it's changed since '94. I'll tell you that." You giggle, trying to lighten the mood. "I still live in the same apartment, it looks the same as it did the last time you were there." You add, making her smile.

"Sally, if I had known what would have happened, I would never have left." You say, holding both of her hands in your own.

"Then stay. You can stay, right now. Please, don't leave me. I love you, Y/N. I quit right after I died, you know. I'm almost 10 years sober."

"Seriously Sal? I'm so fucking proud of you, baby!" You pull her into a tight hug, and then pull away. You look down at her lips and back up to her eyes, realising she'd doing the same to you. You pull her close and meet her lips in a passionate, loving kiss.

"I love you too, baby. I never stopped loving you."

"Say it again." She cries.

"I love you, Sally. More than you could ever know."

Your lips meet again in a tender, yet needy, kiss. You move your lips down to her jawline, working your way down to her neck, then collarbone, sucking and pressing sloppy kisses onto her soft skin. Marking her as yours. Your Sally.

You hurriedly remove her leopard print coat from her body, and pull her dress over her head, leaving her in her bra and underwear. You take a second to simply admire her, your eyes darken with lust as you take in the the swell of her breasts, the curves around her hips, and the freckles that sporadically mark her smooth, pale skin. She smirks as she observes your reaction as you take her in.

Before you can say anything, she rips your button-up shirt, causing buttons to fly across the room in different directions.

"Someone's eager." You chuckle as she removes your pants.

She straddles your waist further up on the bed, as the kisses get even more heated. You flip your positions, so that you are on top of her. You remove her bra, looking into her eyes, to make sure that your actions are okay with her. She nods her head fervently, urging you to do something, to do anything.

You swirl your tongue around her right nipple, whilst toying with her left one with your hand, eliciting breathy moans from her lips. After a bit, you switch your mouth's attention to her left nipple.

You trail light kisses down her toned stomach, occasionally leaving small love bites on her pale skin. As your head reaches the area right above her core, you look up at her, looking for silent confirmation.

"Please, Y/N." She nods. You smile and pull her underwear down her legs.

"I've missed this, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good." You whisper, making Sally to moan in anticipation.

You slowly lick her slit, causing her hands to tangle themselves into your hair, pulling slightly, encouraging you to continue.

You teasingly move your tongue around her clit. She bucks her hips, seeking more friction, so you pin them down with one hand.

"Patience, baby." You grin.

You slowly insert two fingers into her, moving them achingly slow.

"Faster, please!" Sally begs.

You can't bare the thought of teasing her any longer, it's been too long for that. You gradually speed up your actions, and begin sucking lightly on her clit.

"I love you, Sally." You whisper into her ear, knowing the effect the words will have on her.

"Yes! Oh, Y/N!" She screams as she comes undone.

You help her down from her high, and lick up the mess between her thighs, before pulling her into a sweet kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on your tongue.

"I want to return the favour, darling." Sally practically moans into your ear.

"Fine by me." You reply with a smirk.

She begins by removing your bra, kneading both breasts with either of her hands, as she sucks on your neck. Now everybody will know that you're Sally's girl, and they won't forget it.

She takes her time in getting to where you want her most, moving down your torso at a cruelly slow pace.

"No teasing, Sal." You say dominantly.

"Fine, but only because I missed you so much." She shoots back.

She quickly moved her mouth to your swollen clit. Swirling her tongue around it, while pumping two fingers in and out of you. Bringing you to the edge. You feel a gradual heat building up in your stomach, becoming greater with every passing second, until you erupt in a feeling of immense pleasure.

"Oh, Sally!" You moan.

"That's it, baby. Come for me." She whispers.

She makes her way up your body, you wrap your arms around her tired frame. Her head rests on the top of your breast, as you trace slow patterns up and down her arm with your fingers.

"I love you, Y/N." Sally looks up at you with tears in her eyes, breaking the silence.

"I love you, Sally." You utter, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead. You get up and begin to get dressed.

"Please don't leave me."

"I won't, never again. I promise you."

"Then where are you going?" She asks worriedly.

"I have a bone to pick with that bitch Iris. I'll be back soon, my love."

Sally grabs your face, giving you a deep, beautiful kiss. Smiling into the kiss, at the thought of you defending her.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

#sally mckenna #sally x reader #hypodermic sally x reader #hypodermic sally #ahs hotel #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson

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serenityseventeen · 3 years

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Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The First Letter

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To: Choi Seungcheol

From: Y/N

Hi, Seungcheol.

I know that in your life, I've probably been a side character. A classmate in your autobiography or life movie. I don't expect to become anything more than that because now, I don't think I have a chance.

We've known each other since we were young. We've known each other for all of our life basically, right?

I can still remember what a cute kid you were back in kindergarten. You were such a nice little boy and whenever the other kids picked on me, you would stand up to them and say, “Hey! I'll tell the teacher and I'll also tell Y/N's parents about everything!”

I don't know if you remember that, but I do.

When we went to middle school, I think that's when I first began liking you. Even though we live just a block apart from each other, we didn't talk a lot outside of school. Since we were both classmates and knew each other's house location, it was a bit awkward for me, but thank you for talking to me when we waited for the bus at the bus stop together. Sometimes you would just briefly mention my hair or the small details like new shoes or socks.

Thinking about it still gives me hope that you like me.

Throughout middle school, you always fed me hope. Maybe because in general, you were just a charming, manly, attractive, and caring guy. Maybe I'm still misunderstanding too many of your actions.

I can remember so many times that my heart fluttered and my stomach filled with butterflies because of you, Seungcheol. Since this is a letter to you that I won't send, I guess I'll just write them all down here to keep as a memory, just in case I ever miss you or feel nostalgic. You're my first love, after all, Seungcheol.

There was this time when we were in 6th grade. In 6th grade, both of us didn't talk much, and surprisingly, we didn't get a lot of long-term projects together. I don't think we got any at all actually.

Anyway, it was the middle of spring and both of us were just hanging out with our group of friends. You were throwing around a paper ball, playing a game of catch with your friends during the break. I was just being the usual me, listening to my friends talk while drawing dancing cartoons in the empty spaces in my notebook. Sometimes I would glance up and catch a glimpse of you catching the ball.

Despite being in middle school, you had really large, muscular arms. I was watching you and your friend play catch for a bit. Your friend was right next to me, catching the ball, and you were on the opposite side. I turned back to my notebook then all of a sudden, the ball flew right in my face from your hands.

I let out a small “ouch” even though it didn't hurt. Your friend asked me if I was okay, to which I replied that I was fine. Just then, I don't know when you came, but you came in front of me and took my face in your hands. It only hit my forehead but you examined my cheeks, chin, nose, turning my face in all sorts of directions while asking “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” and saying “I'm so sorry” repeatedly. As I'm writing this, the lingering feeling of your warm palms holding my head and the side of my neck still makes my heart race. I didn't think my heart could beat so fast but it did. I think that's when I was sure I liked you more than a one-sided crush. It became a one-sided love for another two years.

There were way too many times my heart fluttered because of you but because this letter is already so long, I will only express my side of three of those times.

I hope this is an event that you remember. It was the day when you, me, and two other friends went to an amusement park. I think of this day as a double date. I can still remember my friend joking about how you and I looked so good together. I don't know if you noticed but I was so shy. She was also joking about how ‘this was a double date’ and because I was being paired up with you like that, I was just feeling over the moon. You didn't even say anything to deny it, you just laughed as I did.

I remember how your friend was convincing you to ride some rollercoasters but you were so afraid and whining. I remember just thinking you were so cute even though the memory is a bit blurry.

After that, because I wanted us to get closer, I said, “I'll ride it with you, it'll be okay.”

You were still skeptical but to me, it looked like you were giving in. I always wonder if it was because of me or if you were annoyed by your friend's continuous convincing. If it was because of me, then, I might regret not telling you my feelings.

Anyway, I rode the rollercoaster with you and I was, evidently, really scared. I was so scared to ride that thing that I was unintentionally screaming with you with my eyes shut. My hand was holding tightly onto the bar that secured us and I couldn't open my eyes at all. Just then, I felt your hand on mine and I could feel the courage to open my eyes. When I finally stopped yelling and opened my eyes, I saw that you still had your eyes squeezed, gripping my hand tightly.

You looked so cute, Seungcheol. If you opened your eyes, you would have seen how brightly I was smiling. Later that night, I remember, I rolled around in my bed and wiggled thinking back on it.

However, whenever I tried to get close with you, I always backed out because even though there are small moments like those I mentioned, there are more times where it seems like you don't like me the way that I like you. I don't know your heart and I know better than anyone that being friends with you would only make my love for you grow deeper.

It's the first time I'm feeling this way for anyone and I don't know what to do. I want to get closer and explicitly tell you that I like you and want you to date me, but at the same time, I don't know which decision is right. We're both still young is the only excuse I can think of, but still, I can't bring myself to tell you how I feel. All I know is that I might be in love with you and you make my heart race.

This is the last thing I'll share in this letter, even though you won't receive it. I just want to tell you my honest feelings that I can't tell you about physically. Yes, I'm being a coward and writing a letter like this.

You know, Seungcheol, you always had this strong aura to you. You can be so cute but you're so masculine too. I like how caring you are, always taking care of your classmates. I admire you for having such a great sense of responsibility. You always remind me when I'm on cleanup duty. Not to mention how charismatic you look when you rap alone at the bus stop. Your deep voice is beautiful when you sing too. I don't think you know how much I know about you. I don't want to seem creepy because these types of things are just things I can't help noticing. I don't even know why I'm writing this down, it just crossed my mind just now. I might as well pour out the rest of my heart to carve you out, right?

There was this one time last year, at the bus stop, when I arrived before you did. Usually, you always came to the bus stop first, and honestly, without you there made me feel uneasy. It made me realize a lot that your presence gave me feelings of reassurance and comfort. Without you there, I was so paranoid that I took out my headphones just in case my headphones would block out the sound of someone coming. I just remember feeling so scared, clenching my cold fists in my lap. The morning was gloomy and it was even raining.

I remember my mind racing, waiting for you to come. However, I was getting even more scared at the fact that I probably wouldn't be able to hear anything so I just wore my headphones again and listened to some music. I was looking down the sidewalk in the direction of my house, wondering if I should ask my father to drive me to school instead, when all of a sudden, you yanked out my headphones.

You were panting, covered in rain. I stood up because I was shocked and nearly wanted to hug you for coming but because we weren't close, I knew it'd be awkward if I thanked you or something. However, what you said to me, has always lingered in my head.

“Hey!” You shouted in a scolding tone, placing your hands on your hips. “What are you doing out here all alone? Why didn't you go back home and get an umbrella, it's raining so much! Plus, you could have waited until I came first until you decided to sit here alone with music blocking your ears! What are you, stupid!?”

At that time, I just stood, frozen. I was wondering why you didn't have an umbrella meanwhile my heart was fluttering. I was wondering why you were scolding me. Were you worried for me? Do you like me? Those questions still float around.

After scolding me, you sighed and apologized.

“No, it's okay,” I said quietly. I couldn't tell you that I was scared because I just didn't know how to say it without making it awkward. If I did say that I was scared since you weren't with me, would things change?

In the end, you were still soaking wet so you called your dad to get you an umbrella. Why was that? Why didn't you just come out with an umbrella?

I have so many questions about so many seemingly minor things you do to me. Are you worried just for me or are you worried for everyone, including all our classmates? Do you find me a source of comfort or were you just too scared to think on the rollercoaster?

Since the questions will never get answered like how this letter will never get mailed, I will conclude negatively, that you don't feel the same way. The main reason I'm writing this letter anyway is that I'm deciding to get over you. I know we're probably going to be stuck in the same high school but I'm going to stop loving you foolishly like this.

Thank you for being my first love. You being yourself made me feel so many different kinds of feelings, so many different emotions. I fell in love for the first time and I'm glad it was with someone like you, even if the ending is bittersweet. After summer break passes, I'll make sure to get over you.

I won't forget you though. I won't forget the way you cared for me. I won't forget the way you are.

You're an unforgettable first love, Seungcheol.

Sincerely,

Y/N

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6/18/21 - 3:39 pm

a/n: I'm in love with the entire Your Choice album!!! Ready to Love is such a beautiful song, gosh, I'm in love with it!!! Seventeen always has superior B-Sides and ANYONE is my new bias wrecker + The members posted on Instagram today for the first time in forever (except for Seungkwan)!!!

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 1

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: some angst ig, light cheating? (not really lol), mingyu is just flirty, female masturbation, mentions of alcohol and weed

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: it’s gonna get spicy soon just trust me ;)

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30 minutes. That's how long you had spent anxiously perched in front of your computer, waiting for the familiar ring of the video call to echo through the speakers. You cycled between scrolling through social media, checking your reflection in the camera, and debating on whether or not to text Wonwoo. You understood that he was busy; it wasn't unusual for either of you to call a few minutes later than you had originally planned. But Wonwoo had never left you hanging for this long without an explanation. Normally, your mind would begin to fixate on the worst case scenario, but Wonwoo had already cancelled on you the past two weeks because he was busy working.

The loud vibration of your phone against your desk drew you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly picked it up and saw Wonwoo's name glowing across the screen. "Hello?" You answered quickly.

"Hey," Wonwoo's deep voice sounded through the phone. "You're gonna hate me," He chuckled.

"I could never," You replied. You already knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth.

"I can't FaceTime tonight." He explained. Even though you saw it coming, you couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that weighed heavy on your chest.

Your eyes met with the reflection displayed on the laptop screen. It taunted you, reminding you that Wonwoo's face wouldn't be there to replace it once again. "Well, I would be a lot happier right now if you told me that half an hour ago," You laughed bitterly. Running a hand through your hair, you quietly sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry." Wonwoo apologized. His voice was laced with genuine sorrow; you could clearly picture the frown that lined his lips right now. He added after a moment of silence, "I don't wanna keep doing this to you, so I think we should change our date day. I've been working more Fridays lately."

You nodded despite him not being able to see you and hummed in agreement. "What day then?" You asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I still have to figure out my schedule. Just text me what works for you and I'll let you know soon, okay?" He sighed.

"Oh, okay... yeah." Your lips drew into a tighter line with each word he spoke.

"Okay, I have to get to get back to work right now. I'm sorry again." He continued quickly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The three tones signaled the end of the call, and slowly you pulled the phone away from your ear. Your tired reflection stared back at you. Finally, you shut the computer for the third Friday in a row.

The remainder of the weekend passed and you had barely heard anything from Wonwoo except for the usual good morning and goodnight texts. By the time Wednesday came around, the both of you finally agreed that Saturday could be your new set day for FaceTime dates. You powered through the rest of the week, and on Saturday you excitedly set aside all the work from your classes and waited patiently for Wonwoo to call.

You really missed him. It'd been just over two months now since you last saw him in person, when you moved into your dorm at a university three hours away from the one where you and Wonwoo met. He stayed behind while you transferred to a college with a renowned journalism program. At first, you were hesitant to leave him, but Wonwoo refused to let you give up such a great opportunity just to stay close to him. That was what you loved about him: he wanted to see you be happy and successful.

Situating yourself comfortably on the bed, you pulled up some random Netflix series to entertain yourself while waiting for Wonwoo. You only half paid attention, glancing between the computer screen and your Instagram feed on your phone. Time crawled, and slowly you sunk deeper into the softness of the mattress below.

Cold, small hands shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, disoriented. The series you were watching was still playing quietly. Your roommate, Jisoo, stood next to your bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She stared at you with a raised eyebrow. "You're passed out by 7 on a Saturday night?" A teasing smile was displayed across her face as she shut your laptop.

You suddenly realized that it was an hour past the time that Wonwoo had promised to FaceTime you. Your heart sunk in your chest as you thought about how you probably missed his call without an explanation. You picked up your phone, but quickly noticed the notification for a missed phone call from him, followed by a text that said: I'm so sorry, something came up I promise I'll call you tomorrow.

Jisoo surveyed you for a moment; a more serious expression began to cross her features. She sat down at the bottom of your bed. "Did something happen?"

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your hands. "Wonwoo cancelled on me again," You sighed, "But I shouldn't be mad at him for it. It's not his fault he's busy."

Jisoo tsked and patted your leg through the sheets. "Of course you can be upset! How many times has it been now?"

"This entire month. And he always cancels super late."

She scoffed, "See! That's shitty. If this was the first time it wouldn't have been a big deal. But four times?" She stood up quickly and opened up her wardrobe. "If he wants long distance to work, he needs to have better communication."

"Yeah, I guess." You replied. Jisoo held a black top up to her figure, observing herself in the mirror. "Where are you going?" You inquired.

"A party at the SVT frat. You know any of them?" She explained while changing her outfit.

You had heard of the frat before, but you racked your brain for any of their names and couldn't remember one. "I don't think so."

Jisoo faced you again and smiled. "Well, let's go."

You chuckled, "No way."

She pouted. "Come on. You haven't gone out with me I'm so long. You're in college!" Jisoo begged. "Just this once. You'll have fun."

Jisoo had a point. You really had nothing else better to do besides sit around and mope over Wonwoo ditching you. You let out an exhasperated sigh of defeat, "Fine, I'll go."

"Yes! Go get all cute and dressed up." She cheered.

You emerged from your bed and strolled over to your own closet. "Alright, I'll be quick."

You and Jisoo walked into the party hand in hand. Immediately, the stench of weed and sweat overwhelmed you. Loud music vibrated through the walls of the house and clashed with the sounds of people cheering and yelling. An intense game of beer pong captured the attention of most people in the main room, but you could see a separate crowd gathered in the kitchen too.

"Who do you know here again?" You shouted over the music at Jisoo, not seeing a single person you recognized so far.

She leaned closer to you so you could hear. "Choi Seungcheol. I have a chemistry class with him." She scanned the room and suddenly perked up. "Oh, there he is!" She called his name and pulled you along with her towards him.

He stood against the wall with a red cup in his hand, talking with another tall boy. At the call of his name, he looked over at the two of you and smiled brightly. "Jisoo! I'm so happy you made it." He exclaimed while wrapping his arm around her lower back. Seungcheol watched you with kind eyes as you approached him. "And who is this?" He asked Jisoo.

"This is my roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is Seungcheol." She introduced you both and you smiled and gave a small wave to the two boys.

The other boy flashed you a sweet smile that caused his eyes to form into crescents. "I'm Seokmin. I live here with Cheol." He explained.

All four of you continued to converse casually until Seungcheol pointed to you and Seokmin and said, "Hey, why don't you two go get some drinks? We'll wait here." You swore you saw a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and you quickly glanced at Jisoo to see if she noticed it too, but her expression remained neutral. This was exactly why you strayed away from parties. You wanted to avoid any encounters with flirty, drunk frat boys. But Jisoo, who was basically a mind reader, didn't react, so maybe you were just being overly paranoid.

You nodded and walked over to the kitchen, Seokmin following close behind, and watched as he began to mix some drinks together for the four of you. He let out a frustrated sigh as one of the bottles of liquor reached its end. Seokmin peeked over his shoulder and shouted, "Mingyu! Can you get me the other bottle of vodka?" You perked up at the familiar-sounding name, but couldn't remember where you had heard it before.

A moment later a presence approached you and Seokmin from behind and set the bottle down on the counter. "Now you have to make me one too," The deep voice joked. You turned around and immediately recognized the tall figure.

"Mingyu?" You called out in surprise.

His eyes dragged over and met yours. His face lit up instantly as he recognized you. "Y/N! What are you doing here?" Mingyu laughed.

Seokmin turned around and handed a cup to Mingyu with a raised eyebrow. "You guys know each other?" He questioned.

You grabbed your own cup and took a sip of the bittersweet mixture. "Yeah, we have a digital media class together." You said before smirking at Mingyu. "I didn't think you were the frat boy type."

Mingyu rested his right hand on the counter beside you, almost trapping you in between the wood and his body. "I guess I'm just full of surprises," He replied.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his flirty response. This was a whole new side of him that you had never seen before in class. Granted, he was most likely tipsy and maybe even a bit high, but in class he was usually polite and reserved. He cracked jokes with you sometimes, but you never expected him to be so bold. On top of that, he always had his hair styled back neatly. Now, his dark hair fell over his forehead in messy curls. His skin was sheathed in a light layer of sweat, and the muscles in his arms and chest were suddenly more prominent under his white tee in the dim light of the house. You had to admit, he was ridiculously attractive.

"I'm gonna go give this to Cheol and Jisoo," Seokmin interrupted before leaving the kitchen with both cups in his hands.

Silently, you started behind him and Mingyu walked with you. "So what are you doing here?" He asked again as the two of you rounded the corner and entered the living room.

"My roommate was invited and made me go with her," You told him. You continued to sip your drink, basking in the warm feeling that the alcohol left in your chest.

"Makes sense. I didn't expect you to be a party girl." He teased. His arm slowly snaked around your waist and squeezed your hip lightly. Your skin tingled beneath his touch but you didn't give him any physical reaction, opting to just ignore the grip he had on you.

Your jaw dropped in a fake gasp. "You think I'm boring or something?" You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"I never said that," He responded with a smirk on his lips.

Seungcheol and Jisoo had migrated from the spot where they previously stood, so you scanned the crowded room for the long haired girl. Finally you noticed her sitting close to Seungcheol on the couch. You could see they were laughing about something and considering Seokmin wasn't hovering near them anymore either, you decided to leave them be.

Mingyu noticed where you were looking and raised his eyebrows at you when you turned back to look at him. "Well, I guess my roommate is busy," You rolled your eyes.

You had forgotten about Mingyu's hand on your waist until he squeezed it again. "Good thing you have me then," He bantered. Your skin flushed; you slightly leaned into his touch. It had been so long since you felt someone else's hands roam across your body. You missed the feeling.

Mingyu slowly pulled your body closer to his until your chest was centimeters away. You gulped and dragged your eyes up to meet his. He stared at you intensely, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. Your breathing hitched as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "You're so pretty," He muttered. It felt like fire had lit up your entire body. Your nerves tingled and your brain felt fuzzy and you hated to admit it but you could feel arousal growing between your legs. Somehow Mingyu pulled you even closer than before and you felt his hard cock brush against your thigh through his jeans. His tongue darted out against his lips and he inched his face towards yours. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered just inches away from you lips.

Guilt imprisoned you as soon as he said those words. They reminded you of where you were, and what you were planning on doing. You closed your eyes and pulled yourself out of his grasp. "I have a boyfriend," You admitted briskly.

Mingyu stared at you in confusion. "What?"

Shame overtook you. Wonwoo had trusted you to remain loyal, and here you were at a frat party, leading on some poor boy from your class.

Mingyu lightly grabbed your wrist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I should've asked-" He started, but you quickly cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry. This is my fault." You apologized and pulled your wrist out of his grasp. You looked at him; he stared at you with a sorrowful gaze. The regret on your face was evident and he knew that he had helped in bringing this guilt upon you.

"I- I have to go do something," You added before turning around and darting towards the door. You didn't bother to turn around or look for Jisoo, you just needed to get out of there as fast as possible. Once you were outside, you inhaled a sharp breath and pulled out your phone to call for an Uber. You waited near the street, sending a text to Jisoo to let her know that you felt sick and went home while you waited.

Eventually the Uber pulled up and you hurriedly sat down and told the driver where to go. You breathed a sigh of relief as they finally pulled away from the frat.

The drive was short, but you spent every one of those few minutes replaying the night's events in your mind. Your flesh still tingled in the places where Mingyu had touched you. Guilt haunted you, but you attempted to lessen that burden by reasoning with yourself. You missed Wonwoo. A lot. You missed hearing his voice and seeing his face and of course feeling his touch against your skin. You hadn't been fucked in over two months now, so it was no wonder that any bit of physical affection would have such a strong effect on you. What mattered is that you stopped it before anything happened. You could live with that, you decided. All you had to do now was just clear up things with Mingyu next week, deal with any awkwardness between you two, and focus on Wonwoo.

When you arrived at your dorm, you quickly changed your clothes, cleansing yourself of the faint smell of weed and the remnants of Mingyu's touch. Not long after, exhaustion began to take over your body. You laid down on the bed, not even bothering to check your phone before closing your eyes and letting sleep overcome you.

You weren't sure what time you fell asleep, but you awoke some time later and glanced at the clock. 11:54 PM. You stretched your arms behind your head and yawned as you scanned the room. Jisoo was still gone. You closed your eyes again and tried to fall back asleep, but your mind began to race.

You could clearly picture Mingyu's lust-filled eyes staring down at you, his hands running over your waist and pulling you towards the heat of his body. The glow of his skin, the messy curls hanging over his forehead, the fullness of his lips as he asked in his husky voice if he could kiss you—the images and sensations swirled around in your thoughts.

In a half asleep daze, you rubbed your thighs together. Friction built between your legs. You groaned quietly as your mind revisited how you felt when Mingyu's hands were on your body. More arousal began to pool in your heat, your underwear clinging to your wetness.

Languidly, you ran your hand down your stomach and toyed with the hem of your underwear before slowly pulling the fabric down your legs. You imagined Mingyu's sharp eyes staring at you from between your thighs as you ran your fingers through your slick folds. Arousal coated your fingers and you began to rub your clit in slow circles. You pretended that Mingyu's thick fingers were the ones teasing your clit, making your legs jolt each time you pressed the right spot.

You moaned quietly and began to grope your own breast. You squeezed and flicked your nipple, causing a quiet gasp to fall from your lips. You pulled your hand away from your clit and slowly pushed two fingers into your dripping heat. "Mmh, Mingyu," You groaned under your breath. You imagined his deep voice saying the dirtiest things to you as he pumped and curled his fingers into your pussy.

You gasped as you hit a particular spot that made you arch your lower back. You continued pumping your fingers at a fast pace until the knot building in your lower stomach snapped. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a sharp whine as an intense feeling of euphoria washed over your body.

Your body relaxed against the sheets as your heart rate began to slow and exhaustion overtook you once again. You sighed contently and wrapped yourself in your blankets, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

You promised yourself that you would never do that again.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 4 years

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It Takes A Village Chapter 14

Chris Evans x pregnant!daughter!reader

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Series summary: You find out that you're pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age?

Chapter Summary: You have some second thoughts before the babies kick for the first time.

Series Warnings: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.

Chapter Warnings: Teen Pregnancy

You decided to not share the gender of the babies on social media, the press had just calmed down about them and you. Your dad was busy as he usually is the few weeks before he has to go film, not that you were used to it since you lived in texas. You were working, over the month you've been working you were able to save up quite a bit. Not enough to raise the babies, but it was enough for diapers and formula. When you go to LA you'll probably find a job in walking distance to his house there, since you'll still need money the money you have now isn't enough.

"Hi what can I get for you?" You asked standing at the drive-through window. You put in what they said, "that'll be $10.99 at the next window."

The car drove around and you smiled, at the girl who sat in the driver seat. "10.99." You said, she handed you her card, you swiped it before giving it back, "have a nice day!" You said smiling.

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Your shift ended a little bit ago and you sat out front waiting for your dad to pick you up. You scrolled through Instagram mindlessly as you got sucked into your doubts and worries.

What if you ruin these kids' lives? What if Jake suddenly wants to be in the babies lives would you have to let him? Should you pick his last name just in case he does want to be in their lives? What if your dad changes his mind about helping you? Should you have kept them a secret from the press? Would've been a hard secret to keep though. How will you raise them? You don't know anything about guys.

You snapped from your thoughts at the sound a honking horn. You stood grabbing your bag putting it on your shoulder and hopping in the car. "Hey dad!" You said smiling at him.

"Hey bub." He smiled at you before leaving the McDonald parking lot. "So sweetpea.. I have bad news." He began.

"What?" You looked at him but he kept his eyes on the road.

"I have to go to LA early..."

"How early?" You asked, before you two would be flying to LA the day after your last day of school.

"Next Friday."

"But dad the last day of school isn't till the Friday after that." You said.

"I know bub... So you have two options.." He said.

"Go on.."

"Your first option is to stay with Grandma for the week then fly down on the same flight as you already have but alone, second option is you still stay with her but will get a plane to LA after school." He said.

"Okay.. The second option I guess." You said shrugging.

"Okay! Perfect bub." He gave you a quick smile. He'd always admire how you adapted so easily. Even when you were younger you adapted so easily to their divorce, he couldn't lie that was bittersweet to him. But now you simply took a little to adapt he doesn't know how you do it. If he did know he would know you just avoided of thinking of it. Break up? You didn't think of it. Kicked out? You didn't think of it. It would probably come to bite you in the ass but you weren't gonna change when it was working. "Remember you'll be flying alone so don't talk to any one except the flight attendants."

"Dad I've been flying as an unattended minor for most of my life." You smiled at him as he pulled into the driveway.

"Okay Bubba. Do you have any homework?" He asked as the two of you stepped out of the car.

"Nope, I did it on my break at work."

"Well then," he smirked at you, "Movie night?"

"Yeah! Can I pick? I want to watch mulan!" You said smiling at him.

"Okay, I'll order pizza."

You smiled running in. Dodger came straight to the door sniffing you before sniffing your stomach. It became a normal ritual, anytime you were in his sight when you came back he'd sniff your stomach to what you could imagine check on the babies. "Hey bud." You kelt down petting him.

Chris smiled before going to the kitchen to order pizza. You went upstairs, you got out of your work clothes into a sleeping shirt and some shorts. You looked in the mirror at the bump that can now be seen in your shirt.. You sighed, the thoughts from before coming back. It's scary knowing you have to raise the twins on your own. Sure you had your dad, but when you turn 18 you'll probably be on your own. In the span of a day, you lost everything you knew, texas had been your home most of your life. You planned on living there when you were an adult, you planned in raising your kids there well into your twenties is when you planned on that. But now your 15, pregnant with twins, and definitely not in Boston.

"Y/n! You coming sweet pea?" You heard your dad holler from the living room. You snapped from your thoughts, slipping on some fluffy socks before going downstairs. "There you are bub are you okay?"

"Uh.. Yeah I was just thinking." You said sighing as you put your hands on the baby bump.

"Bubba what?"

"Dad.. What if I can't take care of the babies?" You looked down. He sighed before you guys went to sit on the couch.

"Bubba... Your already doing great. You got a job, your taking on the responsibility of them even though your young.

"I guess so." You shrugged.

"Bub I was also worried I'd fuck my kid's life up. But look at you, I didn't fuck your life up." He said. You let out a giggle.

"Even if you did you could blame mom." You said. He nodded. You stopped giggling as you felt movement in your belly.

"What's wrong sweet-pea?" He asked worriedly.

"They're kicking!" You squealed. He was unable to stop himself when you put a hand on your belly to feel his grandkids kick for the first time, not that you minded.

"That's great! See they are on my side. Now let's watch Mulan!" He said. You nodded, he retracted his hands grabbing the remotes. Your hands stayed on your belly as the movie began. You didn't notice how Chris was smiling at you for most of the movie. When your mom had first told him you were pregnant he was afraid that if you were to keep the baby you wouldn't care for it. Sure he always wanted a large family but he wasn't going to just raise the baby he'd try his best to make you do it, but seeing how your hands didn't leave your belly he was relieved to know you'd be doing your best. It meant he could spoil them more. Like obviously. There was no doubt he'd probably be paying for a majority of their clothes cause when they're babies with no interests he still needs to spoil them.

The babies kicking set something straight in your brain. You could do, your dad was telling you that you could do this, in a way the babies were saying you could do it. That was all that mattered.

A/n: here's a reminder Taglist is open...

Taglist: @toastisgood @coldmuffinpartycloud @thevelvetseries @uniquebeautyqueen

#chris evans x teen!reader #cevans #chris evans #chris evans x daughter!reader #teen pregnancy #x teen!reader #x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #teen!reader #i'll be there to help you the whole way #it takes a village

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merlieve · 3 years

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Pen Pals | Harry Potter X Reader

House: Horned Serpent (Ivermony) Blood Status: Muggleborn (1st - 7th Year, She/Her)

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Angst | Warning/s: None

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Dear Y/n,

Today a LOT of things occurred. My best friend's pet was an old man who claims to be my father's fellow? And my DADA professor turns out to be a werewolf, Sirius Black, the man I told you about who "killed" my father turned out to be my godfather! He didn't murder my father. Also, Peter was the rat I presume. Sirius was incarcerated for killing 13 muggles (which was fortunately not true) but he was innocent. Weirdly, all of that happened on the same day. And it all linked to my dad.

Also, how are you? I haven't heard from you in a long time, to be honest. I guess Ivermony is a bit tight, huh? I heard they're quite strict there. But those are just the rumours, they can be true they can be false. It depends genuinely. I'm sort of dispirited today, I don't know why though. I don't understand.

You know, you were always there for me, right? Even if we haven't met before and we've been sending these letters back and forth, we haven't seen each other. What if I'm talking to Voldemort and I didn't know that? Sorry if I offended you, unless? I'm just kidding! Also, my best friend's twin brothers gave me a map that shows the layout of Hogwarts and where the people are, interesting isn't it? If I were you It probably doesn't amuse me. But what do I know about you? I only know you're a witch I met because you accidentally sent me a letter that was for your aunt.

Anyways, I have to go now. I'll be waiting for your next letter!

Love, Harry.

Harry re-read his letter and sighed. He sounded so desperate, but he hasn't talked to Y/n in a while. He slowly tied the piece of parchment to Hedwig's right leg and watch her fly to the light blue sky.

(Y/n) was reading a book at the time, laying on her bed with nothing to do. She was aghast when the bright snowy owl came into the room. Of course, it was Hedwig. She saw the letter from her raptorial and read it letter by letter.

Dear Harry,

That took a pretty quick turn of things. I know that bittersweet feeling, everyone knows. You're adventuresome while I'm just sitting in my room waiting for Hedwig with your letter tied on her leg. To answer your question, I am fine, I truly apologize for not sending you as many letters as I had before. I've been suffering from loads of work, and that could be another answer to your second question, yes, Ivermony is a bit stringent.

Hopefully, you're alright, not much is happening here primarily. It's almost the summer holiday and I'm looking forward to that. My mother sent me a notebook for Christmas and I haven't opened it yet since I didn't need it at the time, now I'm wishing to keep it as an agenda, what do you think? Anyways, like I said I have nothing compelling that's occurring recently and I have loads of work but I'm hoping for your next note!

Sincerely, Y/n.

Y/n licked the edge of the envelope and smiled. She missed talking to Harry nowadays. They seldom talked because of incidents Harry had to live with. But she didn't mind, he was her best friend.

She tied the envelope to O/n, a bright Ogygoptynx, and watched as it sets off.

Harry was packing at the time O/n came in with Y/n's letter. He was anxious because he had to leave Hogwarts but he was also delighted when he was invited to stay at the Burrow with the Weasley's.

He laughed when O/n crashed to his table but also worried that it got scratched but luckily it didn't. He untied the letter from O/n's leg and quickly opened it. After reading it he quickly wrote a reply.

Dear Y/n,

That's tough, to be honest. The only strict teacher I had was Professor Snape. He slides back on me for some reason, don't know why, if you know what I mean. I wish you could transfer here, you may not know what to expect. I bet in the future Voldemort's whole army would start charging us like vile monkeys. Not to predict the future.

You're lucky nothings bothering you, I think the whole school despises me. Ever since I came the school has been hell, and I'm not even lying at that point. I wish sometime we could meet. We've been corresponding letters for too long and I get attached. All I'm saying is that I [SCRIBBLED] care about you. I wish you were here.

Sorry if my letter were as short as yours but I have to go and pack goodnight!

Love, Harry.

After the reread his letter he seemed satisfied and sent Hedwig out.

A couple of days passed by until Hedwig finally came to Y/n's dorm but she didn't find her there. Hedwig was confused. He stayed there for about 3 hours waiting for Y/n until her roommate came inside the room.

"Oh, hello?" The female said examining the owl, "What're you doing here?" She asked, not hoping for the owl to reply because that would just be plain creepy.

The girl found Harry's letter and saw that it was addressed to Y/n.

"Sorry bud, but she's not here." She exclaimed while patting the owl. "I'll just find her for you real quick or you go back to your owner? Wait, I'm talking to an owl." The fair lady exclaimed as she went to get help from other students and teachers.

Hedwig left when Y/n's roommate tried to find her Y/n but she couldn't find her anywhere. She asked people if they saw Y/n but no one saw her anywhere.

It was only a matter of time until Y/n and her family were announced missing.

However, Harry didn't know about the fuss going on in Ivermony. Which sends him loads of letters asking about how is she and why she hasn't answered any of his letters. He would get worried each day. He would tell her how much he misses her, how much he means to her, how much he would die to see you in person, but you wouldn't reply. He treated you like a journal, he would tell you how his day went and how did yours but you not ever did reply.

After a few years, he was at the ripe age of 17, he decided to travel to your house, which he found out the address to by your letters. When he found your house it was in perfect shape. He heard music and people chattering, deciding not to impolitely intrude, he knocked on their door instead of barging in. The music and chattering stopped as he heard footsteps coming to the front door.

He was met with a man over 40 by his looks, wearing a striped button-up shirt and beige pants.

"How may I help you, sir?" The man asked Harry.

"Oh, uhm, I'm Harry, Harry Potter. By any chance, you know the family that used to live here?"

"Wait, Harry Potter?"

"Yeah, I mean what else would by name be Samuel Diggs?" Harry told the man sarcastically.

"I may have seen your name before but I can't put my finger into it... Oh! You wrote those letters to this address, right?"

"Yes, yes, now do you know the family that used to live here?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Ah, yes! The L/n family, how tragic their life went by,"

After hearing that his stomach dropped.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Harry asked quickly. The man raised his brow at him and looked up and down.

"Well, their eldest daughter was found dead by a school that she goes to, after hearing that, the rest of her family moved to another state. In fact, I may remember what I notice your name from." The man said.

"There was a white box in a room with your name on it. Let me just let Alice get it for ya... ALICE! GET THAT CHEAP ASS WHITE BOX WITH THAT RANDOM WHITE BOY NAME IN THAT GIRL'S ROOM!" A faint woman yelling back at that retort can be heard.

"I HAVE SOMEONE AT THE DOOR!" He answered back. "NO, I CAN'T!"

After some yelling back and forth, the woman, who Harry assumed to be Alice, came down with a plain white box with the name To Harry, written with a black marker on the top of it.

Harry slowly opened the box to see one letter in Y/n's handwriting, the handwriting looked like it was a quick one because her handwriting wasn't like usual.

Dear Harry,

If you're reading this I've probably died. I'm sorry if you have been waiting for me all this time but I have to go, there are some things you haven't known yet. You see, it's hard to explain. I don't want you to hate me but I need to cut off all of my connections with you or anyone I knew. So I left Ivermony without anyone but my family knowing, except for you.

I can't send this to you otherwise we'll get caught. I can't tell you much but there's one thing you should know, thank you for being my friend when no one was there, thank you for being a good listener, thank you for accepting me for being who I am on the inside and not the outside. Unfortunately, I must go and get lost with my parents and to whatever we stumble upon.

Just know that I love you Harry, and I'm sorry for leaving you for all these years and writing letters to whom you taught was me but wasn't. I'm sorry Harry.

- Sincerely, Y/n.

Harry didn't believe what he read. Y/n was leaving him, without an explanation, it wasn't like her to do such a foul thing to him. Though he knew you had your own life and he has his own and he should leave you be. So that's what he did.

He just didn't understand. He had so many questions, How? Why? What? Harry just wanted to break down at that spot in front of strangers. He waited for you, patiently, and you never came. You just let him slip through your fingers like that to disappear.

Oh, how he wished to go back.

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ablackfangirlwrites · 5 years

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72 hours

When you find out you only have 72 hours left to live and you only want to spend it with one person

Keigo | Hawks

"Hey, Kid."

Keigo said walking into your hospital room.

"....hi..."

Keigo tilted his head sympathetically usually when he called you kid you'd pout and argue that he wasnt that much older then you

But instead you gave him a weak smile

"Aw, whatever it was it couldn't have been that bad." He teased you.

The two of you had been friends for years

Keigo wanted to see you give him a real smile

When he first started being a hero thats when the two of you met

It actually was an accident

He was chasing a villain through a crowd and the villain decided to use you as a distraction by throwing you in the street

And he saved you

Once the fiasco was over you had found him and thanked him for saving you

And from then on the two of you hit it off

But only as friends

You knew he was a busy hero he didnt have time for a girlfriend besides the two of you were only friends

Plus there were so many girls that wanted him too

So what could you offer? It was easier to just stay his friend

And he had the same thought pattern more or less

Just stay your friend that way he could be close to you

Better he stay your friend then potentially mess up something by being in a relationship with you and you guys have a bad break up

"I'm gonna die Keigo..."

You told keigo trying to keep your from crying

But it wasnt working your were in tears

"What?" Keigo frowned walking further to your bedside

Eailer that day you happened to be close to a villain attack and ended up getting hit by their quirk in the crossfire

Whiched landed you in the hospital

And from what the doctors and police had told you apparently the villain that they were chasing was very dangerous and had a life shortening quirk

"They said I have 72 hours to live..."you sobbed

When you told keigo that he already figured out what had happened to you

And for the first time in his life he felt truly devastated

You were the first friend he had since he left from all his training from the commission

You were the first person he was ever in love with

And you were gonna die

"I dont wanna die keigo." He could hear the fear in your voice

"You're not gonna die Y/n," he tried to consoled you "I will figure this out, I wont let you die."

He was about to get up and leave but you quickly grabbed his hand

"Please don't leave me."

You weren't close to your family and Keigo was the only person you had left

"Y/n...I cant sit here and watch you die...I have to figure something out."

"The doctors already said there was no cure....the police said the same thing everyone that villain hit died three days later and I know you know that."

He did know it

The villain that hit you was on everyone's radar and he had killed a lot of people

And now all he could do was be angry that he wasnt the one who caught him

Cause if he was you wouldn't be in this situation

He knew there were so many attempts to stop the casualties from dying but none had worked

The two of you sat in silence for a while neither of you knowing what to do or say

Finally keigo spoke up, "What do you wanna do?"

Trying to suppress a cry, you'd whispered, "everything."

Up until now your life hadn't been that eventful

Yes you went out with friend and had good times but there was still so much you didnt do

Hawks sighed, "fine then we'll do everything."

"Hawks that impossible I dont-"

"We will do everything we can for the next 72 hours." He cut you off

"What?"

"We're going to do everything. Everything and more whatever you wanted to do in your life we'll do for the next three days." He told you.

You protested but keigo wasnt having it

He got and started to pull you up with him

"I wont let you go dying sad and alone in bed. We're going to take these next three days and live."

The two of you would do just that too

He'd take you everywhere he could too you'd see all the big sight of your city you lived in but never had the time to go see

He take you to eat all the food you ever wanted to try

Everything that you wanted he provided

And you enjoyed it as much as you could on the first day

By the second day you were so tired from all the excitement you wanted to stay home but Hawks insisted that you didnt

Things were bittersweet but the two of you were making the most of it

On the second days evening you were at a bar and you got into talk about all the other things in life you really wanted

"I wanted to get married you know Keigo..."

He would just listen to you

"I wanted to get married and live in a little apartment with my husband and just kiss him when he left for work and be so happy when I saw him come back. We'd be so in love... I wanted to have children too...I mean at least one" you were smiling as tears started to fall you wanted that life with him but you knew it was unlikely and now you knew it would never happen

"But I wont get any of that cause some stupid villain..."

"Then marry me?" Keigo said

You laughed but keigo grabbed your hand

"Marry me f/n? In the morning let's do it."

"Keigo-"

"I can't give you any children, but shit-" keigo had been feeling so many emotions with all this going on but he kept up a smile for you

"I hate that it took this all to happen. But I do love you F/n...more than a friend, and i would be so happy if you married me tomorrow."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"You're serious?"

He just nodded

Not knowing where to even start you cried boy happy and sad tears telling him "Yes!"

"Keigo I've loved you for so long!"

And for the first time the two of you shared a kiss

First thing the next morning the two of you went to the court house to make it official

The two of you were so in a rush you didnt even get real rings instead the two of you bought ring pops

Hawks got you a cherry flavor one

And you got him watermelon

The marriage was simple and quick

The two of you didnt want to waste any time together

Cause these were your last 24

You did a few couple things but more than anything you just wanted to spend the rest of the time you had with him

Hawks got the two of you a honeymoon suite

Where the two of you laid in bed talking

Imagining what your lives would have been like together

Things eventually got started to get a bit hot and heavy but you'd stop him

Looking away from his gaze while he was over you

"Keigo...I've never....you know.."

He'd frown, "You never what? Ohhhh." He then exclaimed once he realized what you meant

"Really?...wait so you were gonna die without-"

Feeling embarrassed you tried to to hid your face, "I know just never talked to anyone really and you were the only one I wanted for so long....and I didnt want to tell you...I didnt know how you'd react I'm sorry dont-"

"Babe, clam down."

He rested his head against yours

"We dont have too."

"But I want too." You'd tell him

And so Keigo would make love with you for the first time

After the two of you would lay there together

Smiling, "we should have done that a long time ago."

Keigo laughed, "I know right"

Laying on his chest, "We're idiots."

"I love you f/n..."

"I'm glad to be spending my last few hours with you."

You smiled and held on to him tighter

"You're the best husband I could have asked for."

"You're the best wife."

"Do you think you'll get married again.."

Keigo didnt answer you

"I want you too."

"Y/n...."

You sat up, "This is my final will...and testimony...I want you to find someone else...dont live alone and sad. our friendship is beautiful and I love you..so when I'm gone I still want you to live...live for both of us...okay?"

Keigo wanted to stop you from talking but he knew this was important for you even if he didnt want to hear it

"....okay."

"You promise?"

Keigo didn't look at you, "...promise."

You knew this was going to be hard for him it was already so hard for you

"I'm going to leave now."

"What?" Keigo sat up alarmed "where are you going?"

"I dont want you to see me dead. The last memory I want you to have of me is a happy one."

As you said that you started to get dressed

"Can I talk you out of this? Stay with me?" He wasnt ready to say goodbye

But you said no

By now you only had about two hours left and your mind was made up

"Take this." He got up and gave you one of his feathers "so I'm with you."

"God, that's cheesey." You tried to laugh

But he didnt show any emotions he just wanted to be with you anyway he could "Please."

You nodded taking his feather and the of you shared your last kiss

Then you left

Keigo didnt sleep that night he only wondered what you were doing

After that night Keigo never saw you again

He didn know where you went he only knew you were gone

Keigo wasnt really the same after you were gone he did everything the same

But something was always missing

His best friend

But for your sake he did what you asked he lived

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knockknockchicagopd · 4 years

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A SERIE WITH HANK VOIGHT. CHAPTER I.

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Grabbing your backpack once you have kept all you need before going to work, you go downstairs following the smell of freshly made coffee. People in the hospital aren't wrong, it's like a drug. You have never been a big fan of coffee till you started to work in the Chicago Med. Since then, you always have a cup in your hands. Checking the hour in your phone, you calculate how many minutes are left for your shift to start. This morning you have woken an hour earlier than normally and seems like you have the house for your own, after Charlotte and Elizabeth have already left for their Firehouse.

Placing your stuff close to the door, you lead your barefoot to the kitchen to have a cup and pour some black hot coffee in it. Sitting over the counter, you spend your time checking some emails from Doctor Manning, your sponsor at Emergencies; test results, consultations and information about your practices in your free time. She is helping you more than anyone in your life with your career, keeping your head focused and your ideas firm.

The doorbell rings, making you raise both eyes from the screen. You're not expecting any visit and the postman came a while ago, and for an instant you're tempted to not open the door and continue with your coffee in silence, but your curiosity ends up winning. Leaving the mug over the counter, you attend to the call. But what you find pushes you into a surprised shock. Hank Voight.

The last time you saw him was the morning before to be arrested. The long hours locked in an interview room, being interrogated about his plans and his shenanigans, come to your head in a sight. The police ‘kindly invited’ you to the District to talk about him. They offered you a deal in exchange for information about him. But you rejected it. Not because you were in love with him, but because you didn't know much more than them and, even so, you're not a whistle-blower. He helped you when everybody turned their backs on you, after being falsely accused of stealing meds from your ambulance, when you worked as a paramedic. You didn't owe him any kind of favor, he didn't ask you to hide his shit. You did it because you want.

But you haven't known anything from him during the last year, more than a couple talks you have had with Erin. He rejected all your visits in jail, never responded to your calls or your letters. Nothing. And now, he is in front of you. Serious grimace as always, looking rested, wearing that dark blue plaid shirt he was wearing on your first date. You remember to tell him how much you liked that shirt, how good he looked with it on. Traveling down your eyes, the badge on his belt next to the buckle earns all your attention. And you can't feel more confused.

Hank Voight being a cop? Again? How is it possible? Who took him out of jail? You knew that his sentence was from six to eight years. It's been just a month and he's walking free again. The pressure inside your chest, racing up your heart, prevents you from breathing with normalcy. Licking your bottom lip, you try to say something but nothing comes from your mouth.

“May I come in?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you give him enough space to walk inside before closing the door again, behind your back. You want to punch him, shoot him, stab him (...), but you also want to hug him and kiss him, and know how he has been. When you knew he was being sent to Stateville, you thought you would never see him again. It doesn't matter who he was, what he did and who he helped to, he was a cop. And cops don't survive in jail.

“I heard you jumped from the ambulance to the Chicago Med”.

Hank is taking a look at your living room with curiosity, keeping his hands inside the pocket of his black jeans, turning around to rest his waist against the back of one of the sofas there. Raising an eyebrow you can't believe he has heard things about you and that he still cares. You nod in silence as crossing your arms over your chest with your lips pressed.

“I feel proud of you”. He utters then, shrugging briefly. “I always knew you'd be a good doctor. Is in your veins”.

“What are you doing here, Hank?” Putting away the quackery by waving a hand close to your chest, you can't help but tilt your head with confusion.

“I've missed you”.

As soon as he pronounces these words, a bitter and sarcastic laugh from you fills up the place. Shaking your head and rubbing the bridge of your nose, you can't believe this incompressible situation you are in. He stands up with the clear intention of coming closer, he stops dead when you raise both hands between the two of you while taking a step back.

“One year, Hank. One damn year waiting for… anything from you. A call, a text, a letter… Anything!”

“Erin was in contact with you”.

“Should I be… thankful?”

“I didn't want you to get implied”.

“Bullshit. I was since I decided to be by your side. The cops didn't handcuff me because I was working in the fifty-one and Boden knows my family, and knows me since I'm a kid”.

“Yeah, Erin told me 'bout that”. He pulls his gaze away for a moment, rubbing his right cheek. “You covered my back”.

“And you kicked my ass”.

“I wanted to protect you”

“You didn't! You pushed me away! You abandoned me!”

Hiding your face into your hands, you can't help but feel impotence being aware that you still love him after all. You really thought that he cared about you, that all the promises he made once would become real. But then, he suddenly cut any contact with you, for the exception of Erin. Raising your reddened eyes, you watch him grabbing a cardboard fold from under his jacket, to offer it to you.

“I didn't. I put you under protection. That was part of my deal with the State Attorney. Three cops have been following you all day since I walked into Stateville”.

Stupefy and looking at him with parted lips, feeling your lungs out of air for a second, you hold the fold to open it. Pictures, monthly reports, a copy of your tests for the EMT (...).

“Listen now, I was trying to survive. I was trying to have a plan before talking with you, but it took me more than I thought it could. I blinked and I was out of jail again. I'm leading the Intelligence Unit in the twenty-one now, and you're the first person I've seen besides my unit”. Carefully, Hank takes a step closer to you, slowly, hoping you don't take another back. “You've been the reason why I've been fighting all this time and I ain't pretending to come and change your life for a sudden. Only, to make sure you're good”.

“I wasn't. And I'm not”.

Slamming the fold against his chest, you try to walk away from him, but he stops you. He has that look in his eyes that tells you he's not going to leave you again. As his fingers get closed around your forearm, you try to contain the tears. His hand caresses your skin so softly that gives you chills, bristling it, till lacing his fingers with yours. Your heart jumps, just like it did the first time he held your hand that cold night of October two years ago, after insisting on driving you home.

“I've to come back to the Unit”. Hank whispers bending his head towards yours. “I can pick you up tonight. Have dinner. Talk. I will answer any question you have, I promise”.

He lands his other hand on the back of your neck, pressing his rough lips on your forehead, feeling his thumb stroking the back of your hand so tenderly that the only thing you want is to run away with him far from Chicago, far from Illinois and, why not? Far from the United States.

“One thing I want to make very clear, sweetheart. I never stopped loving you... Tell me you know it”.

“I do”. You sniff nodding, not being capable of looking up at him.

“If you don't want to see me again, but you need my help one day, don't hesitate”.

As soon as Hank abandons your house, your heart collapses, breaking into a bittersweet crying not knowing what to do. Not knowing to whom you can talk about it. Not knowing how to confront the mix of feelings and sensations dancing inside your chest, barely breathing as the whinings become louder. Holding the fold closer to your torso, you drag your feet over the parquet back to the kitchen trying to find a solution to all this mess.

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