#the gif doesn't really match but i thought we needed a good thumbs-up for everyone being emotionally intelligent in this part hahah

[keruimi]

In a Heartbeat

Pairing: Hirugami Sachiro x reader

Warnings: Angst, Comfort, a few spoilers in his past.

Note: My mind is very jumbled when I wrote this but I hope you all still can understand. This is part 2 of my "The Consequences of my Ignorance" but in Hirugami's Perspective. Hope you enjoy it!

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It was late evening during our time in Tokyo for a National Tournament held in March.

The night I went outside to take fresh air, because the pressure of winning started to overwhelm me even though I am not the one playing in the court.

It was the time I realized how truly suffocating volleyball is.

That thought was immediately cut off when my eyes caught a silhouette of a woman sitting at the entryway of the stadium.

I looked around and noticed she was alone, wearing a familiar uniform of Inarizaki Highschool.

The closer I walked to her, I heard the faint sound of kittens that made me finally notice a litter of it around her.

I took one when it approached me and in a second, she looked behind her that connected our gazes at each other.

"Good Evening, do you mind If I join you?" I smiled at her so she nodded that made me sit beside her and finally realized she is feeding a smaller kitten compared to the few I saw.

We sat in silence as I played with the other kittens.

"You're one of Kamomedai's middle blockers" I was about to start a conversation when she suddenly spoke up first.

"Yes, I guess you're one of the Inarizaki supporters. They have a match right now" I informed her while I look down at a kitten that playfully bit my thumb.

"They can handle that"

I looked at her who was gently putting a kitten to sleep while covering it with her jacket.

It was an adorable sight to see.

"You seem to be fond of cats" I decided to change the topic when I realized that talking about volleyball is something she doesn't want to talk about.

And I am glad.

"Yes, so badly that I wanted to study at Nekoma" she took another kitten to feed when the previous one finally fell asleep.

"Then why didn't you?"

I saw a flash of sadness in her eyes as she made a new bottle of milk for the kitten.

"Because I don't want to be lonely"

She chose to look at me as she gave me a light hearted smile.

"Playing volleyball seems nice isn't it? It's a sport where you know you will have someone. You will never get lonely" she said, followed by a sigh.

"Yet I can't fall in love with the sport" she looks ahead of us as I didn't remove my gaze on her side view.

It seems like she has something in mind that she wants to let out.

With a buzzing stadium filled with excitement and happiness. A peaceful air where you can state your worry is something I didn't ask for but my mind badly needed it.

"I don't understand why anyone would put their hearts and mind in a sport that can make you question your worth, make you feel not good enough at all." She stated as I heard the kitten she is taking care of, purr in content as she continues caressing the little animal.

"With thought in mind, I wonder if everyone who plays volleyball really loves it or just plays the sport because that's where they are talented. That's where they are gifted." She continued speaking her thoughts out that made me lift a small smile.

With just one encounter, she expressed herself to a complete stranger.

"Why did Hirugami start playing volleyball? Is it because you need to be like your family? Or is it because you really love the sport like they do? Is it for self-validation or passion? Those are the thoughts that I heard from other people" I chuckled when I heard her talk about my life.

Questions where I already have my answers. The view of others is not technically wrong.

I played volleyball because that's where my family is good at, because I was gifted with the talent that I can use in the sport.

It was to prove to myself that I am worthy to be part of that successful family. A talent that can prove I am indeed a Hirugami.

Yet those questions reminded me of how cruel I was with myself before.

It was me who pressured myself back then.

"I don't love volleyball. With that sentence, I'm sure those three questions are already answered" I saw how her hands stop caressing the kitten who seems to be dozing off already.

"Do you hate volleyball?"

"Not really. But I don't love it like those said prodigies" I told her as I removed my jacket to make a nest for the kittens that are already starting to sleep.

"Let me take them" I cut the topic about volleyball as I gently took the sleeping ones to the nest so she can move easily without waking them up.

I never saw someone this gentle with animals.

And I know how soft I can get for those types of people.

"So you are playing to be with them?" It seemed like a question but we both knew that we were aware of the answer to it.

"Yes, if a person doesn't love volleyball, there can be another reason like friends and hobbies. You don't always need to love it for you to do it" I look at the litter of sleeping kittens that warmed my heart a little.

I love animals the most. And seeing her take care of them with great care and gentleness, made an unknown emotion stirred in my heart.

It was the moment I started to admire her.

"If you don't love volleyball, why did you travel all the way to Hyogo just to support them? When I feel like you know they will win?" It was time to know her.

And I was thankful I questioned her.

"My boyfriend is playing, that's why"

Thankful because I already knew the answer if I tried to get a closer bond with her.

It was a reminder to never hope anymore. That I can only have this woman as a friend.

Nothing more than that.

"Then why are you not there?" Questions continue to appear in my mind and it seems like my second question brought back the sad gaze I first saw in her eyes.

"Because my presence wouldn't change anything. I don't see any worth watching him play"

"But that's your boyfriend"

"And? I don't need to always support him" she cut me off immediately that made me press my lips to a line.

I don't want to push her to her limits.

It can be a reason why she wants to be alone outside the stadium to think her mind through it.

"Since he was never there for me anyway"

Like a challenge she can't get over with.

"I tried to be a better partner so he can give me the attention I need. But no matter how hard I tried, it will just be a temporary feeling of admiration." She continued as I saw how her eyes started to get glossy under the moonlight.

"The feeling of everyone's pity gazes scared me. Because my nightmare became a reality" she chuckled as she look away to not show how a tear fell on her eyes.

"It feels like everyone got tired of me"

"Because of his actions, my mind became my own enemy. I started to hate myself, push myself to my limits just so I can catch up with him" she breathlessly muttered before she laid on the concrete floor beside the place where I put my jacket with sleeping kittens on it.

My eyes followed her movement as she gaze at sky above us.

"But thinking right now, it feels like it was alright to be lonely. The time where I feel like I can finally understand the world around me."

"The time where I comforted myself because no one is there to do it for me. That even I expressed the pain in the presence of a stranger" she lifted a small smile.

"It was stupid but refreshing"

It was the moment that made me feel miserable. Because no one came to her life just to save her.

One of the moments where I became thankful that Korai chose to approach me when I reached my breaking point.

If it weren't for him lending his presence to talk to me, I wouldn't have made it.

He unknowingly became the person who help me get through it when I feel like I am drowning.

When I already started break, he is the one who rescued me.

"I berated myself because I thought I failed in volleyball." That made me want to open myself like she did.

Because she chose to trust me.

There were no underlying intention about it, I just simply want to help her get through it like I did.

If I am saved, why can't she?

"Until he arrive to my life and gave me a choice whether to stay or leave. Because no matter what I chose, myself is the most important thing"

Our gaze met again and I felt how my heart warmed with the thought of how we look right now.

Of how we interact right now.

"If you're tired, you can rest. If you don't want to stay, you can leave. You don't always need to adjust for the sake of others" I told her as I lent her my scarf when I noticed how her lips started to tremble.

"Hearing your thoughts, you are really tired of trying to understand the world around you. Creating more complicated decisions for you to choose."

Being alone is the only way where she can clear her thoughts.

With animals around her, they unknowingly became her home.

And it was a sight I don't want to see when I look at her.

"You know, taking a break is not wrong. Because if you didn't, the more you move forward with your situation right now, sooner or later, you will break too and it would be harder to pull through"

"Choosing to cherish yourself is better than losing who you are for somebody else" I move closer to her until I am beside her.

"Don't you think?" I suddenly felt her body close to mine as I felt her tears fall on my shoulder that made my eyes glossy too.

"We would be strangers after this. So feel free to let yourself out."

Because I would sure stay to hear you out.

It was wrong. Letting her seek comfort with another man when she is in a relationship.

But at this time, no one is willing to listen other than me, a person who doesn't know the things she is getting through.

It's for the better, because after this, we would be strangers. Strangers who are aware of the past we have gone through.

We were strangers who went through the same thing.

And that made my heart feel closer to hers.

That I hope there will be more memories of us after this night.

Because I started to want to be beside her. Just so she can have a person to run to.

Even if it feels wrong with our status.

Time passed by and I found her sleeping on my shoulder that lifted a small smile on my lips.

"Oi Hirugami" Followed by my friend's voice that made me look behind us and saw my team, especially the bewilderment look in Korai's face.

"You-" our captain immediately put his hand over my loud friend's mouth before he woke up the woman peacefully sleeping on me.

"Would you go back to the hotel with us?" The captain asked, that made me chuckle and shook my head.

"We'll head first then, call us when you arrive at the lobby"

I nod before he push my friend who was still processing the scene before throwing a look at me that made me playfully wink at him.

I don't want this moment to end yet. But moments like this tend to be shorter than how I wanted.

I gently shake the woman that made her stirred awake.

"Let's go back to your hotel now. You might get sick the longer we stay here" she nod in her drowsy state before I slowly put the kittens in my back as she fixed her hair.

She chose to walk towards her hotel, as I observed how she tried to stay warm in her clothing that put a smile on my lips.

We stop by in a shop for a while to buy a basket for the kittens to sleep in. Yet she stepped outside with a warm coffee in hand.

She silently gave me the cups before gently transferring the kitten from my bag to the basket she bought, where she already placed a soft cloth.

The longer I watched her be gentle to other creatures, the more I felt these forbidden feelings turned bigger.

Liking her is not hard at all.

And I silently yearn for our next meeting when she finally disappears from my sight after giving me a thankful smile.

I arrived back at the hotel our team was staying at with a coffee in hand.

The moment I entered the room, the team sitting in the living room was the one that greeted me with a mumbling Korai who seemed to be cursing me under his breath.

"Who was that?" He asked me immediately as I removed my jacket before taking a sip of coffee.

She has great taste.

"I didn't get her name"

"What?" He seemed to get more irritated at my answer that made me shrug my shoulder before taking a seat in the last seat in the room.

"Having a moment under the moon it's closer to romantic. I doubt you don't know her" a senior of mine teased that made me chuckle at him.

"We are really strangers. I approached her because she is taking care of some kittens"

"Typical Hirugami"

"One way to Hirugami's heart is through animals" they joked but I know that she really took my heart with her.

Because of that one encounter, I fell in love with her.

No matter how forbidden it feels like.

I closed my eyes when my mind started getting worked up again.

After this, she will want to act like nothing happened between the two of us, like we didn't open our past to each other.

And I would gladly oblige even though I'm against it.

But my heart chose to look for her in the audience, my eyes lingering longer than they should be.

Until looking for her started to become my habit. And my heart will feel warmed when my eyes meet hers.

If she can be mine, I would never feel so lost than before.

Because of her, I started to question myself again. Maybe it was fate that she stole my heart.

It made me hope that our encounters have something to bring in my life.

Even a slight sign that she will become someone to my life, instead of just entering my mind.

I gave a smile before she looked away.

Strangers...

I need to always remind myself what I need to think of her. A word that tells me to not go further.

An encounter that shouldn't be focused on.

But I can't promise myself that.

Especially when her break up with Inarizaki's setter reaches my ears.

It comforted my heart knowing she began to choose herself. But I know I seriously need to give the space she needs so she can move on.

So I prevent myself from looking for her. Until her ex confronted me in the middle of the match.

"I lost to you again and I hate it"

Then I began to realize that she somehow mentioned me. No wonder he started to target me and my feet finally got injured because I couldn't keep up on the pressure he was giving me.

"How annoying" Korai clicked his tongue as I hissed when the manager put pressure on my sprain.

It happened when I landed on a bad footing after receiving his supposed to be jump float serve yet turn it into a jump serve.

I was lucky to not get myself injured but it threw me off guard.

And it sucked that she was the reason that made this happen.

If Atsumu only know that my love for his ex is one-sided. He might have lessen his jealousy to me.

I sighed to calm myself down when my team decided to bench me out which what Korai hated but he knew that if I keep playing, it will be worse than now.

"Goodluck" I wave off the incident knowing the man is going through something.

Targeting in a sport is normal. I can't even avoid it.

I watched my team lose against Inarizaki that stirred a feeling within me but I know this is destiny.

Since he is the one who ended up crying even though they won.

So it's 50-50 I guess.

"Let's go back here in Spring interhigh" I told them when they approached me on the sidelines with some who have glossy eyes.

I knew how big my role was in the team.

I already know the outcome if I ever get injured.

But right now, we need to accept the loss.

I watched my team eat in the restaurant until I felt something nudging my injured ankle that made me look below the table and saw a familiar kitten I took care of with her.

I took the small feline and my eyes immediately looked for her figure and saw she was already looking at me from the corner.

I excused myself from the team before I headed towards her table and stopped beside it.

"Would you mind me joining you?"

She hummed so I decided to sit in front of her and my attention went to the kittens snuggling in the basket.

"Are you planning to keep them?" I started the conversation as she took a sip of her drink before looking over at the kittens.

"Maybe..." She muttered before leaning on her seat that made me focus my attention on her.

"What is it?" I went straight to the point and sent a smile in her direction. I noticed a small faint blush in her cheeks that made my smile bigger.

"You don't need to apologize for something you didn't do" I cut her off when she seems like she is going to apologize for the things that happened a while ago in the match.

Her face turned sullen and made me smile when I read her mind.

"It was my fault for mentioning your name. I shouldn't have said that to him" she looked down on embarrassment as I nod.

But I think it's better to mention that to him. Because an untold story can be viewed differently if it weren't revealed immediately.

"It's fine"

"But he injured you" she muttered before slapping a hand on her forehead.

"It's normal in a match. We shouldn't blame anyone for it"

I don't want to blame herself again for a slight moment of losing control over their emotions.

I took a hold of her hand over the table that made her look up to me.

"It's alright. Don't hate yourself because I won't forgive you for that" I squeezed her hands that made her nod before I let go and started playing with the cats.

"What's your name? I never got to ask you" I ask her as the kitten I'm holding my head on my cheek.

"Y/n" she whispered that lifted a small smile on my lips.

"This made us acquaintances, right?"

Even if I need to start slowly. Even if I need to start at the very beginning. I'm willing.

Because it was for her.

I don't want to lose her like he did. I wanted her more than anybody did.

I would never meet someone like her who made me fall in love at first sight that I once thought never existed.

But because of her, I'm willing to give effort to the emotions called 'love'.

I did everything just to keep in contact with her, even at a far distance.

Even creating a schedule on when I can disturb her just so we won't lose touch with each other.

It was easier when she chose to spend time with me so she could move on. At least even in call, the presence still help her feel like she was not alone.

Even if we need to go through the phase of friendship. Even if it take two years maximum, I'll do my best so she can learn to love me too.

Despite of her fear on love because of her first time, I'm willing to repeat the same words all over again.

Willing to travel the country with just one call. Willing to do something I haven't done before because she loves it.

Even if I start at the beginning, I'll make sure our ending is the one I wanted.

The last day of my first year in Spring interhigh.

Is the beginning of my story...

Where I met my first love

[writings-by-blondie]

~If The Stars Could Speak~

Soap Mactavish x F!Reader (teaspoon of Angst)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You snapped out and shook your head in denial,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riley now looked at Mactavish on review mirror smirking,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"John Mactavish"

ARMY

Some numbers and rest were scribbled from them.

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

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

"I want to invite you for a walk,

To a quiet place; In the moor.

When the breeze sings midnight,

One if those nights- the moon is full.

A restless pounding invades in my heart,

When I think of my confidants-

The stars.

If they could only speak ,

What would they say?

If you could hear them talk.

For they know of my fondness for you,

And that in my thoughts

There is no other one.

If only the stars could speak

They will tell you that I love you,

They would ask you,

To love me back."

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

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

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

[mywonuderful]

Cafuné

anon request: Hi! Can I request for a scenario where hyunjae texted his s/o whining about how he's frustrated from practice because he's not satisfied so you decided to visit him to cheer him up? Thank you! pairing: idol!hyunjae x non idol!reader genre: fluff warnings: n/a a/n: this was inspired by the latest Kingdom: Legendary War episode and for those who haven't watched it yet, I won't mention any spoilers but just be sure to show your support to The Boyz as the final round is coming up!

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"Why can't I get this move down?!" Hyunjae lets out a frustrated sigh, going back to the starting position before one of his members pressed play as he danced to the music. "What's wrong? You were dancing really well!" Changmin patted his back from behind but he didn't seem to take in his compliment as he clicked his tongue, turning to face the main dancer. "Could you go through this section again? I'm always a split second off from you guys." Changmin nodded as a few others joined where he went over the moves, giving them a thumbs up but Hyunjae still felt like something was off about his performance. As the rest of the members lingered around in the practice room, fooling around or cooling off, Hyunjae was dancing with his brows furrowed, sweat dripping down is forehead as he danced in repetition to only grumble every time.

"Hyung, forcing yourself to dance isn't going to do you any good. How about we just call it a day and head back home?" Eric suggested as the boys joined in agreement. "You guys can head out first. I'm going to practice a bit more before heading back." The boys left one by one before he was left alone in the dance room. He walked over to his bag to pick up his phone, checking to see how you were doing.

He lets out disappointed sigh, missing your presence but it couldn't be helped since neither of your schedules match up recently as the only communication between the two of you would either be messaging or video calls. Especially when his team being on Kingdom: Legendary War made it even harder for the two of you to even just have a phone call. Frowning, he sets his phone down and went back to dancing. No matter how many times he went over the moves, he was just never happy with the performance he gave out, getting more frustrated at himself.

-

Your boss actually let everyone off work early today after a week of an hectic yet successful promotional event. You were overjoyed by the fact that you could finally leave work early on such a beautiful day as you bid all your co-workers goodbye before heading to the elevators when you bumped into one of your friends. "Signing off early today?" She asked as you turned on your phone, seeing the text from your boyfriend. "Yeah, she wanted us to enjoy the start of the summer weather. Plus, after such a busy week with pulling all-nighters and promotions, I think it's very much needed for us to have some recovery time." The two of you laughed "Right, congratulations of the successful event! Employees from my department and I heard how you guys were working nonstop for it. I can say that the results were definitely worth it." You thank her as the elevator doors opened, as it was almost filled. You gestured her to take the empty spot for you pressed the button again, waiting for the next available lift. Your lips dropped as you read his messages, feeling helpless in your shoes since you couldn't do anything when an idea popped up in your head.

You sheepishly smiles as you entered the elevator, walking out your company building before heading over to a couple of restaurants, walking out for bags full of takeout.

-

After a long, repetitive and disappointing practice, Hyunjae headed back to the dorms, feeling restless and miserable about his lack progress as the performance day approaching closer and closer. He entered as his members asked for his suggestion on what he wanted to eat for dinner. "What do you want to eat tonight? We're going to order takeout." Younghoon waved his phone and asked his fellow member. The members were gathered in the living room, observing his actions before looking at each other, sensing that he wasn't at a happy mood. "Hyunjae, do you want us to order from your favorite chicken place?" Jacob kindly asked but he didn't bother answering as he went straight to his room, slamming the door behind before throwing his bag to go shower.

"He doesn't look like he's in a good mood." You spoke through the phone call after hearing a faint thud from his door. You originally called Younghoon to tell him your plan when he accidently placed you on speaker as all the members heard. The members were delighted by what you had in mind and decided on surprising Hyunjae as Younghoon would pretend to call a restaurant to see if he wanted anything in particular but actually had you on speaker as you remained silent when the plan didn't exactly go to plan. "Yeah he has been quite stressed over the choreography and upcoming performance. I can't blame him though, it is one of the hardest ones yet so he probably wants to do his best." Changmin added as your heart ached from not being able to be by his side. You told the boys that you're on the way to the dorm and keep it a secret from you boyfriend. Stopping by a few more stores, the bags around your hands starts to get heavy as your knuckles becomes white from holding so many boxes. You called a member down as you walked into their apartment, being greeted by their smile that you haven't seen in a while.

"It's been like years since I last saw you!" Eric runs to you as you struggled to walk straight from the amount of bags. "It truly feels like years." You laughed at his comment as helped you carry some of the bags. He peeked through, a huge smile forming on his face when he saw all the food that you bought. "It's a good thing you stopped by today. Hyunjae hyung has been having a rough time with practice." Eric spoke as the two of you stepped into the elevator. "I don't think I've ever seen him this frustrated before. He was practicing alone the other day and I heard him yell at himself when I was passing by..." Your heart dropped from hearing Eric's words. You bitterly smiled at him as he reassured that your boyfriend is trying his best to take care of his health and all but your heart couldn't settle. You arrived at the door when Eric told you to remain outside as he would get Hyunjae to open the door. You stood outside, nervous yet anxious from seeing your boyfriend for the first time in a while. You thought about what you would say when you saw him and how he would react.

"Takeout is delivered!" Eric yelled as he entered, rapid footsteps were heard as the members ran towards him whispering "Where's Y/N?" as he whispered back his plan. "HYUNJAE COME OUT AND EAT." Younghoon yelled from the living room as you giggled, hearing his voice from outside. "I'm not hungry." You pressed your ear to the door as you hear your lover's mumbled voice "We ordered chicken and it should be here any moment now!" Eric yelled as that was your cue to ring the doorbell, feeling your whole body shake from nervousness. "Hyunjae! Opened the door, your fried chicken is here." Sangyeon called as there was a short period of silence before you hear his door click opened. "Can't you guys open it? Why do I have to open it?" He snapped as the boys looked at him with a shocked expression before Sangyeon cleared his throat, trying to go with the plan. "U-Um, our fingers are all dirty? Just opened the door, we ordered from your favorite restaurant." His eyes lit up for a second before he groaned stomping his way to the doorway as your heart started racing, seconds away from seeing your boyfriend.

You eyes widen as the door slowly opened but stopped right enough for him to stick only his hand. He opened his hand, waiting for you to hand him the chicken when you reaching your hands into his, intertwining fingers before he retrieved his hand swinging the door opened. "What the f-" "Special delivery for the one and only Lee Jaehyun." You smiled, raising the bags in front of your face to hide your flushed cheeks. He took the bags from your hands before placing them down, pulling you into his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, almost taking your breathe away. "Oh my gosh, I missed you so much." He whispered as you blinked back the tears that were blurring your vision. You looked into the dorm, seeing the faces of the members as some where happily munching and others had their phones out, capturing the sweet moment.

-

"I thought you said you weren't hungry." you mocked Hyunjae's voice from earlier as he picked up another chicken leg, shyly smiling as he bit into it. You sat with the boys as they all thank you for the food that you bought. "You guys must've been too busy to even eat your meals so I decided to stop by with some food for you guys." smiling, you looked around as all the boys where eating their hearts away. You felt a little sad that they were so busy with the upcoming competition but you knew that it's what they loved to do. You glanced over at your boyfriend, as he rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a content sigh. "Wow, I think this is the happiest I've felt in a while. I have you guys, chicken and Y/N all in one room.... This must be pure happiness." he spoke out loud before everyone broke into laughter. After everyone was finished eating, they all went on to do their own activities as you and Hyunjae headed into his room. Once he opened the door, the scent of his cologne travelled to your nose as you let out a delighted sigh

"Wow, it's been a minute since I've been here." You looked around his room. Even though nothing has changed since your last visit, you felt yourself reminiscing that moment. You looked over at your boyfriend who as lying on his bed as he patted the spot next to him, telling you to join him. "It's been a minute since I saw my gorgeous girlfriend." He stated as your sat beside him, legs crossed as he plotted himself up with the support of his elbows. You surveyed your boyfriend as you noticed his eyebags were getting dark, his appearance looking tired, overworked and stressed as you felt your eyes watering. "Why are you crying my love?" His eyes widen as tears fell from you eyes. He sat up, hands on either side of your face as he brushed the tears with his thumbs, giving you a worried look. You shook your head before pulling him into a hug, him stroking your back. "I'm such a horrible girlfriend." You felt his movements come to a halt at your words as he broke the hug, you avoiding his eyes. "Why would you ever tell yourself that?" His voice full of love and concern only made you want to breakdown in front of him even more but you held back, wiping away the tears. "I couldn't by your side when times where difficult for you. I couldn't comfort you when you needed someone the most." You explained as he slightly frowned, hurt by your words.

"That's not true at all." He brushed the hairs at of your face as you looked up at him, eyes red and puffy. "You're the energy when I'm low and my light in my darkness. You may not know it but just the thought of you gave me the motivation, the encouragement and inspiration to strive and work harder" He smiled as you couldn't help but to do the same. "I know with both of our schedules it's hard to make time for each other but that doesn't stop me from thinking about you, missing you yet supporting you from afar because I know you do the same." He went on as you suddenly laughed, catching him off guard. "I came here today to comfort you... Why does it feel like the opposite." He laughed before he laid down on your crossed legs, hands playing with yours. "Didn't you tell me your boss wouldn't let you guys off work?" He asked as you caressed his face. "She let us off early today as a little celebration for the successful promotion and to enjoy the start of the summer weather." He narrowed his eyes at you, realizing that you were lying at him through text. "Congratulations on the event, it must've been stressful for you and your team to handle everything. I'm so proud of you." You cheeks tinted at his sudden praise as he hand touched your face, feeling the warmth of your blush. "I decided to surprise you since you were having a hard time." He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't having a hard time. All the members are doing so well during practice but I can't seem to follow up to them. It's like something was off or missing of me whenever I practice with them. I just want to do the best in my part so it'll be perfect for the team, you know?" He let out his thoughts as you nodded attentively. "Were you able to find what was missing?" You asked as he opened his eyes meeting yours as the direct contact made your heart skip a beat. "Hmm... I'm not sure but I guess it has been getting better compared to a few days ago. But today, it was just so frustrating. I was screaming and yelling at myself because I couldn't find out what was wrong." He pouted as you let out an "aw," sympathizing with him. "I'm so sorry, babe. If there's ever anything I can do for you, you know I'll always be there for you no matter what time of day it is right?" You ruffled his hair as he grinned, his eyes hinting that he had something up his sleeves. "I think I'm losing hair." He suddenly confessed as your jaw dropped, hands going through his hair as he laid on your legs, examining. "I think I pulled out a lot of hair from today's irritating practice." He whined as he rubbed his head, you cooing as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Could you massage my head for me?" he shyly asked, you giggling at his request "Anything for my mirae"

He let out a hum as you continued, seeing how relaxed he was. The faint music playing from his laptop along with his steady breath made you feel at home with your boyfriend who you could finally embrace. You fingers ran through the hair of his, as a smile would form on his face time to time, making your lips curve up into a grin.

"I think I finally found what I was missing." He broke the silence, eyes glancing up to yours as you stared into his big, bright orbits. "That's great. What was it?" You hummed in response, fingers still slowly working through his hair. "You."

cafuné (n): running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

[thatdeaniegirlsworld]

Return Of The Champ-Roman Reigns

Plot Summary: Roman and Y/N have always continuously flirted with words, and their eyes but never pursued anything. When she returns at the summerslam in Las Vegas for the Smackdown Women's championship....everything changes.

Y/N's P.O.V

The crowd was euphoric as you made your 18 month return from your double ACL injuries. Becky Lynch was the current champion, and the two of you have a short match, and you walk out as champion. The whole crowd chanting your name, and you couldn't stop smiling.

The one person you were nervous to see was Roman. It had been a long time since you had seen him, and you barely got by with his random texts and phone calls. Seeing him would be a different story.

"How bad is it?" Roman asks as he walks into the trainers room.

"It's both knees. Freak accident. I'm going to be out for a while." You look up at him with tears falling down your face. "That's at least a year. What the fuck am I going to do Roman?"

He sits down on the edge of the bed, and takes your hands in his. "You know what you're going to do? You're going to have successful surgeries, heal, and then work to get both of those knees stronger than they were before."

"This is what I get for carrying the women's division on my back. Buckled under the pressure." You tell him, and he smirks at you.

"There she is. That's my girl." He tells you, and stands back up. The silence is deafening between the two of you because you know you won't see him for a long time. "Y/N...I"

"Don't." You shake your head. He sighs, and doesn't say anything else. "I'll see you when I come back, alright?"

He nods, and bends down to press a kiss to the top of your head. "At least text me about the surgery? I need to make sure you're okay."

"Of course." You tell him, and he moves some of your hair behind your ear. "I promise."

"Good." He says, and looks at you once more before leaving the room.

As soon as you make your way to the back you are met with many people congratulating you and hugging you. As you make your way down the line you look up and see Roman's stature, and your breath hitches in your throat. He was dressed in his normal black cargo pants, and his merch shirt. No jimmy or Jey with him, but Paul was.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite champ. Back at it again." He says with a smirk, his eyes going up and down your body. "Knees look like they work again."

You giggle, and look him over. "Wouldn't you like to know." You tease him, and he bites down on his lip.

"Congratulations, and welcome back." He says, and opens his arms for you. As soon as they wrapped around you, you felt safe like you always did in his arms. "I missed you, baby girl." He whispers in your ear, and you hug him tighter.

He pulls away from you, and you can't help but stare at him. "You staying for the rest of the night?" He asks you, and you nod.

"Couldn't miss my favorite champ in action either." You say with a wink, and walk off before he can say anything else.

"Are you nervous?" Roman asks me as you were about to go back for surgery.

"I'll only admit this to you, but yes. I'm terrified." You confess to him. He stares into your eyes, and looks around for anyone that may be looking at them. He gently presses his lips to yours.

"You've got this baby girl. I'll be here when you get out." He tells you, and kisses your forehead.

Roman finally makes his way backstage after the show, and you slowly make your way to his locker room. When he walks inside, he's alone. He looks up at you, and smiles. "Still not used to you being around here again."

"Well, I could always leave. Some people are wanting to buy me a drink anyway." You tease him, and stand up from his couch to stride your way to the door when he cuts you off in front of the door.

"If you think I'm letting you out of my sight after 18 months, you have another thing coming." He says, and you can basically feel the heat radiating off his sweaty, post match body.

"Sounds very stalker-ish, Reigns." You tell him, a smirk on his face as you look down at his chest.

"I don't see you running away." He says, and pushes your hair behind your ear. "You never did run away. Ever."

"I didn't want to." You tell him, looking into his eyes. "Roman, I-" He cuts you off with his lips on yours. His hands hold your face, and rest your hands on his back.

A knock on the door makes him pull away from you. It was Paul. "Sir, Brock and I need you for a few minutes please."

"I'm in the middle of something." He says, sounding irritated. "Can this wait until at least monday?"

"Yeah, we'll call you." Brock tells him, and they leave. He shuts the door again, and turns to face you once more.

"Sorry about that." He says, and walks over to where you had walked.

"It's okay. I know how it is." You tell him, and he smiles at you. "So, did you have any big plans tonight?"

"Not anymore." He says with a smirk. "Do you?"

"I wasn't lying when I said some people wanted to buy me a drink. You want to come with us?"

"I'd love to. As long as I get to sit next to you." He says with a smirk. "Just need to shower real quick. Wait for me?"

"You do stink." You tell him, and he rolls his eyes at you. "I'm kidding! Yes, I'll wait out here."

"Be out in a few." He says, stepping to you to peck your lips. He walks away, and you can't help but to smile at yourself.

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It was a small gathering, and you liked it that way. Roman was making it no secret that you two had something going on with the way that he kept touching you all night. Whether it was a hand on the knee or him whispering in your ear, he was all over you.

The group included Seth, Becky, Rhea, Nia, Sasha, Charlotte, and The Usos. Everyone was sitting around the table chatting with one another, and you could feel Becky's eyes on you. She was the only one who really knew about your deep feelings for Roman.

You look over at her, and give her a smile. She smiles back knowingly while Seth and Roman were in a conversation of their own. You lay your head down on Roman's shoulder, and he turns to press a quick kiss the top of it before turning his attention back to Seth.

"You look happy." Becky mouths to you, and you smile, giving her a quick nod.

"Tired baby girl?" Roman asks you, and you nod. "Come on, I'll take you home." He says, and you lift your head off of him to stand up. "Everyone say goodnight to the champ."

After you say goodbye to everyone, Roman follows you out of the building and begins to drive away. You could tell he was nervous by the way he was fidgeting, and drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "Roman?" You ask him, and he turns to look at you. "Everything okay?"

"I uh, wanted to ask you if maybe you wanted to stay the night with me?" He asks you, and you smile at her nervous he is. "You don't have to. I've just missed you, and we can watch a movie or something."

"That sounds nice." You tell him, and he smiles at you. "I do need to stop by my apartment though. Need to pack a bag."

"Sure." He says, and nods at you. "Pack whatever you need. You can stay as long as you want."

"Don't tell me that." You joke. "I may never want to leave."

He just smirks, and focuses on the road.

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You were nervous to be alone with Roman for this long knowing all of those built up emotions would be let loose the moment he were to look or touch you a certain way. Once you got to his house, you jumped in the shower, and put on a pair of shorts, and one of his favorite shirts he had bought you month's back.

He had changed into a pair of black basketball shorts, and of course, no shirt, and was laying on the bed waiting for you. His attention was currently on his phone until he felt the bed dip. You roll over onto your side, and he wraps his arms around you after turning the light off.

"I'm so happy you're back, baby girl." He whispers in your ear, his hand running through your hair. "You have no idea."

"This is the first time we've seen each other since I went home after surgery." You tell him, and he just continues to press kisses all over your shoulder.

"You don't know how many times I considered leaving just to come be with you. But, you would have just told me to get my ass back to work."

"Yes I would have. You're having the run of your life right now. I'm proud of you."

You roll over to bury your face in his chest, and he turns the TV off. Your heart was beating so loud, you could have sworn he heard it.

He pulls the comforter up over the both of you, and it's silent for a moment. You've always felt safe around Roman. You've had so many bad relationships though that you felt like any move you made with him you would screw up.

You scratch lightly at his lower back, and bring one of your legs up to slide in between the two of his. He moves your hair behind your ear, and you move your head back to look at him. "I don't want to lose you." You tell him, and sniffle.

"Why would you lose me, baby girl?" He asks, his voice soft. "I'm right here. I always have been."

"I know." You tell him, and he wipes your tears off your face. "You make me safe, and that terrifies me."

He runs his thumbs over your cheek bones, and you relax into his chest. "There's no secret how I feel about you, Y/N. I'll wait until you're comfortable. I'd never force you into anything."

"I'm tired of thinking about this. It's all I thought about while I was gone. I was afraid you had found someone." You confess, and he let's out a chuckle. "What's funny?"

"You have no idea just how much you mean to me. Do you?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Let's just say, Seth is probably sick of hearing me talk about you."

You smile at him, and he kisses your forehead. "You're obsessed." You joke with him, and he looks in your eyes.

"Absolutely I am." He says, with all seriousness. He then leans forward, and connects your lips together. His soft lips move against yours, and with no interruptions this time, you pull him closer to you.

His hand holds the back of your neck as he kisses you harder. His free hand slides down to grab a hold of your hip. There was no going back now, and you knew that.

You pull away to catch your breath, and rest your forehead against his. "Was that too much?" He asks, and you shake your head. He takes that as invitation to press his lips back to yours, and this time his tongue glides across your bottom lip. You open your lips, and his tongue smashes against yours.

His hand moves from your hip to your leg, and you gasp at the movement. He pulls away, and you move your head to the side hoping that he gets the hint. He does when his mouth then trails down to your jaw, and then down to your neck.

He moves himself to in between your legs, and you let him. As you've wanted this for months. "So beautiful." He mumbles against your skin. You smile, and he notices it when he picks his head back up to kiss your lips once more.

You look into his eyes, and grab his hands as he stays kneeled in between your legs. "What is it baby?" He asks you when the tears fill your eyes.

"I love you, Roman." You finally confess to him. You were nervous for his reaction until he smiles the biggest you've ever seen him smile.

"Oh baby girl. I love you, too. So much. Let me show you." He says, and pushes your shirt up until your breasts were exposed. You sit up to discard of the shirt all together.

You watch as his eyes darken even more, and he looks into your eyes, maintaining eye contact as his lips close around your nipple. You bring your right hand down into his hair, and he squeezes his eyes shut when you tug on it a little bit.

He kisses across your chest until he does the same thing to your left nipple, and you bite down on your lip as you watch him. You begin to squirm beneath him, and he uses his own weight to pin your hips to the bed.

"Roman, please." You beg him, and he smirks against your skin. He picks his head up to press his lips to yours again. You lock your legs around his waist, and try to buck your hips up to feel some kind of friction.

"So needy for me, aren't you?" He teases you, and you whine beneath him. "What is it you always call me when you talk to the girls?" Your face fills up with heat. "I believe you say that I'm a Samoan sex God. Hmm?"

"Shut up, and do something." You try to argue. He grabs your arms from around his neck, and he pins them down to the bed.

"How about you be a good girl for me? I'll take good care of you. I promise." He says, and then finally grinds down onto you. You choke out a moan, and he smirks down at you. "Now, tell daddy how you want it."

"I just need to feel you, please. I need all of you." You beg him, and he pulls himself away from you to pull off his basketball shorts, and his boxers. His erection slapping against his stomach, and your eyes widen at the size of him.

"Still want it?" He asks you, and you nod. He slides your shorts, and panties off of you. He spreads you open, and spits down onto you, rubbing it all over you.

He crawls back onto the bed. He glides his cock up, and down your folds before sliding himself all the way in. "And here I thought the tribal chief didn't do missionary." You tease him, and he chuckles before pulling out and slamming into you.

"I said every single night. Plus, you're pretty to look at." He says with a smirk, and places one of your legs over his shoulder. "Now, shut up, and take this cock like you've been dying to do."

His free hand reaches up to grab onto your left breath while his other one had a hold on your hip, using it as leverage to thrust in and out of you.

You grab his hand that's on your breast, and slide it up to wrap around your throat. A devilish smirk is plastered on his face, and he removes your leg from his shoulder.

He scoots you up, and exchanges hisbleft hand for his right on your throat. He picks up his speed once more. His cock driving into your pussy in all the right ways. "Mine." He growls, and all you hear is skin slapping skin. "Been mine, haven't you baby girl?"

"Yes daddy." You confirm, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip. "Always been yours."

"Fuck." He groans, and pushes his cock deeper into you. "Give me your hand." He says, and you give it to him. He places it at the bottom of your stomach.

"Oh my god....is that?"

"Yeah. That's my cock filling you to the brim." He confirms, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"You're so deep." You moan, and he grabs your hand, sliding his hand inside of yours. You bring your hand down to rub your clit, and he removes yours from your throat.

"Talk to me. Tell me how good you feel." He begs, and drops his weight a little. His hands grip your thighs, and you know there will be bruises there, but you didn't care.

"So fucking good. Please don't stop." You beg him, and pull him down by his neck to press your lips to his. He dips his tongue back inside your mouth, and your legs begin to shake. He slows down, savoring every last second of you.

"I love you so fucking much." He says against your lips. You push him over so that now you were on top.

"Couldn't let you have all the fun, chief." You tell him, and begin to grind down onto him. You lean back, and he squeezes your breasts before you begin to bounce up and down on top of him.

His hand comes down hard on your ass, and you gasp before moaning. Your legs were just about done for. Roman notices this and pulls you down so your chests meet, and he thrusts into you from below.

He rolls you back over onto your back, and slides his hands underneath your arms to hold your head. "Cum for me, baby girl. I want to feel you."

"I'm so close, daddy." You whimper, and he picks his pace back up. "Fuck, I'm gunna cum." You grab onto his hair, and pull until you release, and you hold onto him.

"Holy fuck. You squirted." He says, and you cover your face.

"Come on daddy, cum inside me."

"Yeah?" He asks breathless, and you nod. "Okay baby girl." He says, and grabs your jaw to open your mouth to spit in it before making you swallow.

His thrusts slow down, and you drag your nails down his back. You watch his face contort in pleasure as he release himself into you. Moaning your name before collapsing on top of you.

"We should have done that months ago." You joke, and he laughs before lifting his head up to look at you.

"You were worth the wait." He says before pecking your lips. "I'm definitely not letting you out of my sight now."

"You better not. With being my boyfriend and all now." Yoy tease him, hoping he realizes what you just said.

"Boyfriend hmm?" He asks with a smile. "I like the sound of that almost as much as I like the sound of you being my girlfriend."

You smile at him, and he kisses you again before pulling out. "Now, you lay right there and I'll go get a bath ready."

"Okay." You tell him with a smile. He walks back over to you and kisses you sweetly.

"I love you."

"And I love you." You tell him before watching him walk away.

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Demons & Angels

Warnings: Menton of drug use. Smutty sexy things. They're criminals, guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 2211

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You worked yourself up all afternoon to show up at his door. You'd had enough of Tommy Shelby and his attitude. You were sick of him brushing off your ideas, keeping you in the dark except for your small part in whatever plan he had. You were tired of hunting him down to speak to him and his words always being so clipped with you. He kept you at a distance, careful to not touch you as if dealing with a leper.

He might be the devil of Small Heath but you thought you had been friends well enough for him to spare you a look, a thought, a smirk. Something. And so you were on his doorstep that night, late enough to ensure he was home, knocking so rapidly that you almost knocked Finn in the head when he cracked the door open. Your anger waffled as Finn looked at you.

"Oh, sorry Finn," you say as you look to your feet.

"Why are you knocking like a copper this late, (Y/N)?" He asks, wide-eyed. "Arthur was 'bout ready to blow the door out."

"Sorry, I just wanted to talk to Tommy," you say, looking anywhere but at the child in front of you. "Is he home? Can I speak with him?"

A large hand grips the door above Finn's head and pulls the door wider. Arthur sticks his head out, scowling.

"Fuckin' hell, (Y/N)," he barks. "Why are you here at this hour? I nearly blew your head off. Come in, come in."

They both retreat and you come in, closing the door behind you. Finn is dressed for bed already and Arthur is half dressed, his shirt half buttoned, as if he was just about to sink into sleep himself.

"I came to talk to Tom," you say, regaining your conviction.

"At this hour?" Arthur squints. "He doesn't know you're coming, does he?"

You shake your head as you clasp your hands together.

"No, but-"

"This can't wait till mornin'?" He scratches the back of his head. "It's late, love, and I'm sure any business--"

"It's not business and I'm not leaving without talking to Tommy," you raise your voice a little, panic lacing through your tone as you realize you might not be allowed to see him. You'll lose steam by morning, unable to meet his eyes and tell him how you feel.

Arthur nods, his head down as he pauses before he looks back to meet your eyes, his voice calmer, softer.

"Right then," he nods to Finn, "you, off to bed. Now."

Finn does as he's told, eyes wide.

"Right," Arthur clears his throat. "Right. Well. Something I need to tell you first, right, is that Tom's…"

He trails off, his hand waving as if to catch words in the air to fill his mouth.

"Tom's not himself right now," he says finally, meeting your eye as if to push the meaning into your head.

"Not himself?" You repeat, dropping your chin to your chest.

"Yuh," he said, nodding more vigorously as you catch his words. "He's more, y'know, calm… right now. He's had a bit of opium to sleep and he might not be in full form."

"Opium?" You frown. "Why's--"

"He takes it to sleep," Arthur says as he shuffles in place. "He don't talk about it much. I think you'd be alright."

He squints as he smooths his mustache down.

"A woman shouldn't set 'im off like I do," he mutters to himself. "Come'n, love, I'll show you his door."

Arthur walks to the stairs and goes up them before you find your feet and follow, more questions than answers from the interaction. You both stop at the first closed door at the top of the stairs, and Arthur points to it as he steps away from it.

"He's just there," he said, continuing his walk down the hall. "Wait 'til I'm out of sight, or I'll set him off, and we don't want fuckin' war flashbacks tonight, love."

Your eyes widened as your hand froze over the doorknob.

"Just be easy," Arthur said, his hands gesturing wildly. "It's all a bit of a dream to him right now."

Arthur disappeared into his room as you stared at the door, uncertainty tainting your anger. You were used to unaffected, strong, stubborn Tommy Shelby. Who would this man be behind the door?

You finally took a deep breath and turned the knob, moving into a room of heavy sour smoke. It tickled your nose as you looked at the mostly bare walls. The only furniture was a wooden chair, an end table, and the small bed that Tommy Shelby lay across as he contemplated the ceiling as if you weren't there.

You closed the door, fidgeting as you sank into the wooden chair.

"Tommy?" You call, hoping it would snap him out of whatever was happening.

He frowns as he turns to you, scrutinizing you before he looks back to the ceiling.

"That's new," he says to himself with a shrug. "I suppose she's been on my mind but it's not normal to conjure."

"Conjure?" You ask, lost in his words.

"I see spirits, love," he says. "Not the living. You can be off now."

His words brush you off like a maid and rekindles your resolve.

"Why have you been pushing me away?" You ask as you sit on his bed near his feet with your arm propping yourself up as you watch him. He took a deep breath.

"Do you think I tell people things?"

He stayed still, a picture of calm waters, as he laid on his bed with his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

"And I do?"

"You're telling me now."

"No," you sputter, "I'm asking a question."

"People don't ask questions about things they have no care for."

"Have you always been this obstinate, Tommy Shelby?" You shake your head as you look to the ceiling.

A heavy silence fills the room as you both stare above to the blank ceiling. You fall into your head, the dark corners that you retreat to when you can't quite grasp those around you, and you start to shuffle through the worst explanations to fill the silence. This was a terrible idea. I'm a fool.

"I am cursed," he said, breaking you from your thoughts. "Everything I touch gets tainted. Broken."

You soften as you look over, your mouth shut in fear a response would silence him. His face is pinched, his eyes searching above him, as if he can't find the words. There's never the right words.

"You fit," he said. "You don't flinch at the violence. You don't flinch at the business. You've never given me the look."

He stops, finally looking down to his feet to look over you, through you. His eyes cover your every curve and he gives a slight nod before he looks back up to the ceiling.

"The look?" You whisper, afraid that anything louder would stop him, take him out of whatever trance had him. Whatever the opium opened in his head.

"Disgust," he said. "Fear. Loathing. You've never stopped looking at me like I'm just a man."

"You've never been anything else to me, Tommy," you say as his face drops, his blue eyes melt over you like clear skies.

"I am to everyone else," he lowed.

"Should I be afraid of Thomas Shelby, Devil of Small Heath?" Your eyebrow quirked up involuntarily, taunt thick in the air.

He smiled at his epithet on your lips, the words rolling out of your mouth. They didn't have the usual feelings behind them that he had grown used to. You knew the answer before you asked and nothing would change your certainty.

"I think I'm in love with you."

He says it like he isn't there, like his words aren't really attached and settling into the world around him. It just tumbles out of his mouth without thought. He mulls the words over once they're in the air as if he hadn't actually considered it before that moment.

Your heart catches in your throat, expanding, exploding in your chest. He looks down to you, mouth slightly parted as he looks over you again, his words settling into his brain.

"Odd," he says, watching you frozen in place as he sits up. "I've never placed that thought. But that would be why you're here now, innit? You've been in the back of my brain so long you've appeared. The opium conjures what I reject."

"Why reject me, Tom, when I've always been by your side?"

"Why poison the only good?" He breathes out. "I'm done with this talk. You're like a mirage, if I touch you, you're gone."

You sit frozen as he cocks his head and reaches out as if to move a curtain away. His fingers ghost over your lips as his mouth slacks and his eyes flare. Shock and anger fight over his features like lightning in a summer thunderstorm.

"I'm not disappearing, Tom," you whisper against his fingertips. "The opium didn't conjure me. You touched me and I'm still here, unbroken."

"Fuck."

It's all he uttered. Sharp. Succinct. He pulls his hand back as if he burnt himself on you.

"Kiss me."

He buries his face in his hand, muttering nonsense to himself.

"I'm telling you I feel the same," you rasp, your heart fluttering as the words fill you with a jolt of fear. "You can't confess your feelings and refuse to kiss me."

"I'm afraid to kiss you," he breaths out, flustered by his own words. His hand wipes his mouth and shakily hangs in his lap.

"Why?"

"Because if I start I don't know if I can stop."

"Who says I want you to?"

Tommy hesitates but his hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing it softly. Your hand finds the base of his neck and you pull him to you, your kiss hungry. Tommy matches your passion, his hesitation dripping away in the flames as you taste the whiskey on his tongue and a sour taste you can smell in the air around you. You breath out a soft moan as he bites your lip and his hands cup your face as his kisses move across your jaw.

"That sound," he growls as he pulls you into his lap, "I'll spend forever in that noise."

You chuckle, but your breath hitches as he kisses the soft spot on your neck. You wrap your arms around him and squirm in his lap. His teeth rake the spot and you're seeing stars, fucking planets orbiting your head. You moan louder and he growls into your skin, ripples of pleasure shooting down your spine.

"You like that," he says like it's fact, and it is. Oh, it is.

Your dress is over your head before you realize, only the cool air causing goosebumps across your flesh makes you register it's disappearance. He presses you back, pulling you both backward before his hand finds your chest and he lays you flat on your back.

"Hell is the absence of that noise you make," Tommy mumbles as his hands run along your legs and his nose tickles your thighs.

He searches, tests you, settles there as if he's willing to do anything to keep that noise in his head. You moan lightly when he touches the right spot and grow louder as he dives in, his hands pressing into your skin harder as your body wriggles from the intensity of the feelings he gives you. He hums as you arch your back against the bed.

You hiss, bringing your hand to your mouth to bite as you push against him. There are other people in the house and you can't yell the house down. You look down to see the crinkle of amusement around his eyes and his hand reaches to pull yours from your mouth.

"Your brothers are in the house, Tommy," you whine, fighting to keep your voice down as your eyes roll back.

"They've heard worse, love," he said as he climbs your body, his words growling down your ear. "But I've never heard something so sweet. Moan my name again."

He got his way. Tommy Shelby always got his way.

When both of you collapse together, breathing hard in each other's arms, Tommy pulls you close to his chest.

"I broke my rule for you," he says as he kisses the top of your head.

"Tommy Shelby has rules?" You twist to look up at him. "I always thought you look at rules and pass them by."

"I am selective with which ones I follow," he says as he pulls your lips to his. "I just have the one I've never broken."

"And that is?" You smile lazily, tired and enjoying his touch.

"Don't endanger the innocent."

Your brows knot together as you open your mouth to protest.

"My hands on your skin put you in danger," he says before you can speak. "I've put a target on your back with my bloody hands."

You kiss him slow and soft.

"Well," you say as you pull back. "I guess the devil of Small Heath will just have to protect me, then."

[bobsie]

Let it out

Tw verbal abuse

I hate myself for writing this chapter but I kind of headcanon this sorry😬 also this is the longest chapter i wrote over 2.6 k words!!

It's been two month, one week and four days since Asahi confessed to you and ever since then you have been over the moon

You knew Asahi was a sweet person and you never believed the rumors anyway but you never thought he would be so affectionate and caring, he might not be so good with words but he makes sure to show his love and support for you by being there for you all the time

When you have a big event in your club he's there to support you, when you have a hard time with exams he's over at your house in no time to help you even if he's not that good with this subject, if you're having a breakdown he's there to hold you it doesn't matter what is happening when or where you always found Asahi by your side and in exchange you have been with him all the time too

Being there in his practice, in all his matches, you were always with him when he got a little insecure to hold him and to reassure him

So yeah these two and half months have been the best in your life

Now you and your boyfriend were leaving school after his practice ended and you were walking hand in hand

"Y/n I know I asked you before but are you really sure about this I mean you can say no I won't mind" you looked up at your boyfriend and gave him a reassuring smile

"Asahi I told you it's fine it's been two months so I think it's a good time to finally sit with your family you've met mine and they all love you so why not"

"Mom has been asking me alot about it lately but I just wanted to make sure you're comfortable with this you know I don't want to feel like I am forcing you to do it"

"Aww baby I have been wanting to meet your family actually since you talked about your mom and sister I won't lie I am a little nervous but I am sure it will all be fine because you're with me" you smiled at your boyfriend and he couldn't help but smile back pulling you closer to his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder

"It will be fine"

You continued to have small talks until you could see Asahi's house

"We're here"

It was a nice house with two floors, it had trees around it with a nice car parked outside but you suddenly felt Asahi stiffened beside you and his hand tightened around your hand

"Asahi don't say you're more nervous than me? It will be fine" You looked at your boyfriend smiling but it dissapeared as soon as you saw his slightly pale face

"Asahi are you ok?" You stood in front of your boyfriend who's eyes never left his house you started to get really concerned and scared you let go of his hand and cupped his face to look at you

"Asahi"

"S..sorry y/n it seems like my dad came back early this month so I was just surprised" he gave you a smile that you could tell from thousands of miles away that it was fake but you didn't have the time to question it because he held your hand again and continued walking with you until you reached the front door

You never heard Asahi talk about his father it was always his mother or his big sister and you didn't want to question it because you thought he had passed away or left him so you wanted Asahi to be the one to talk about it when he's comfortable enough

But to your surprise Asahi father was alive and he was with him

Your anxiety from before about meeting Asahi's family had dissapeared now and you were only filled with concern about your boyfriend who's hands were shaking as he put the key in the hole

"Hey Asahi we can stay outside until you calm down your hands are shaking" you put your hands over his and you smiled to reassure him one of his hands moved to cup your cheek moving his thumb on your cheek bone as you leaned on his hands

"It's fine y/n I am fine my relationship with my father isn't this good but it will be fine"

The door opened suddenly and it made you two jump you were met with a very beautiful and tall young woman who smiled when she saw you two and she looked like Asahi when she smile

"Asahi is this cute girl your girlfriend? Is that the famous l/n chan"

"Neechan you sacred us" Asahi put his hand on his chest and sighed

"Oh my god I finally met you Asahi has been hiding you for the longest time we thought you were fake" Asahi's sister pulled you in a tight hug it took you a moment to try get your arms out to hug her back

Asahi chuckled when you saw that you were now struggling with the hug "neechan that's enough you're suffocating her with your hug"

"Asahi you're mean it's clear she loves it right l/n"

"Yeah it's fine" you smiled at her she hugged you one last time before she started talking "Look at how rude I am c'mon let's head inside" she started walking and you two followed her but then she stopped and looked at Asahi

"Umm Asahi dad is here he came early"

"I know I saw his car" you looked between Asahi and his sister they both looked upset and sad for their dad being here and it made you more anxious

Many questions were going through your mind right now and really bad thoughts

The idea of your sweet boyfriend getting hurt or abused by his father made you feel sick because he doesn't ever deserve this no one deserves this

You were taken out of your thoughts when Asahi held your hand once you took off your shoes and led you to the kitchen where his mom was

"Mom we're home"

"Aah Asahi you're home, oh my god this is your girlfriend she's even more prettier than you said" she approached you with another hug and you hugged her back

"Thank you for coming I hope you like the food I made"

"Of course it smells good already thank you for inviting me"

"no need to thank me sweetheart I have been telling Asahi to invite you for the longest time but he's been delaying it"

"It was a little early mom"

"But you're always at her house Asahi you're so rude" Asahi's mother hit him lightly on his arm and he winced

"Go sit on the table you two the food is ready" you took your seat next to Asahi and Asahi intertwined your fingers together as he started to move his thumb to make circle shapes on your hand a sign that he was nervous

He always holds your hand like that but when he holds it tighter and start making shapes it's a sign that he is so nervous he always does that before a match he sometimes pulls you closer to his chest hugging you but you thought he won't do that because his mom was here and the rest of his family was about to come too assuming that Asahi's sister went to call their dad downstairs

So you put your other hand over his to calm him down he knew what you were doing so he smiled and pulled you closer to kiss the top of your head

Not soon after you heard foot steps coming down the stairs you got up with Asahi to bow when his father came down the stairs

"Hello dad"

"Nice to meet you sir I am y/n l/n Asahi's girlfriend"

"Asahi's girlfriend?"

"umm yeah" you laughed nervously and looked at your boyfriend playfully hitting him "Asahi you didn't tell your dad you are in a relationship"

"no no I told him...I umm I told you last time you were here dad"

"Well I thought she'd leave you once she got to know you"

"excuse me?"

"dad not now please" Asahi sighed as he sat down again you looked between Asahi and his dad before taking your seat

You couldn't take your eyes off of your upset boyfriend who's eyes were not leaving the floor

"miss y/n you didn't find someone other than this insecure boy I bet there are better boys at the club with him you should go find someone better"

"Sir..I..I don't understand"

"Dad c'mon his girlfriend is here" you looked at Asahi who has both his hands now in fists you wanted to hold him and yell at his dad but you didn't it's better if you didn't at least you thought you won't do it now

Soon after Asahi's mother put the food on the table you thanked for your food then started eating

Asahi's father was Asking his oldest daughter about her job and whatever he wanted to ask about, you couldn't let your eyes off of Asahi who wasn't eating as much

"And you Asahi how is your studying?"

"It's good"

"Which college did you decide to join?"

"I am not joining any colleges"

"So you're going pro with volleyball?"

"umm no I didn't get any offers we just started to do better"

"Asahi why do you keep insisting to be a failure in my eyes, you have few months left in high school and you haven't yet known what you will do I did not raise a failure" Asahi's father shouted the last part everyone at the table flinched from the sudden raise of his voice

Every bad word Asahi's father said to Asahi you felt like it was directed at you it hurt you so much to know that your sweet loving boyfriend is treated like that by his father

No wonder why he's always insecure

But you knew that your boyfriend had plans he knew what he was doing he even had everything prepared from when he finished school

But Asahi didn't say anything and you didn't know if you should talk or not

"Of course you won't even explain yourself, you're ashamed right you're ashamed that you never did anything to be proud of right"

"You did not raise me my mother and sister did so if someone should be disappointed it should be them not you" Asahi shouted back it was the first time you ever hear Asahi yell and he was so scary

"You're shouting back now, you say I never raised you then who the fuck got money for your education and volleyball who provides you and the rest of your family with food, clothes and a roof isn't it me and you dare to say I didn't raise you, I work hard each and everyday and what I got is a very insecure ungrateful boy" the shouting continued on the table you couldn't dare to meet anyone's eyes because yours were filled with tears now

"Maybe if you treated me better maybe if you didn't make me feel so bad and that I could do better I wouldn't be like that father, mom neechan sorry for being a disappointment, y/n I am sorry that you have to be with me when you can do better" his voice was low and shaking you could hear how broken he was you looked up to Asahi with tear stains on his cheeks 

Your palms now hurt you from how hard you were digging your nails into them

Asahi got up quickly and went upstairs to his room you assumed you couldn't handle what was said to him and what he said broke you because you always think that you don't deserve Asahi that he's too kind and too caring and never in your life did you think that he would like you back

"You don't know Asahi to talk about him like that" your voice was shaking it was almost like a whisper but they all heard it, it seems like they don't dare to talk back to him but it's too late now and it doesn't even matter because what matters now was your boyfriend

"I am his father I know him better than you"

"No you don't, you don't know how hard he studies and how he tries his best before every exam, you don't know how many sleepless night he got to get his homework done, you don't know how hard he trains and works for himself and for his team, Asahi is the best person I have ever met and I always ask myself what did I ever do in my life to deserve such an amazing person, if you think his insecurities is bad then you're wrong because his insecurities made him a better ace and a better person and you should be so proud of him"

You had managed to say all what you wanted without breaking down you quickly ran upstairs to find where Asahi was and you wiped away your tears because Asahi can't see you cry or else he'll be the one comforting you because that's Asahi

"Asahi" you called in a low calm voice as you slowly opened the door, as you entered the room you saw him curled into a ball on his bed so you took steps towards him trying to make as little noise as you can

You climbed onto the bed and lay behind him you gently put your right arm around his body brining you closer to him you pressed a kiss on his cheek before laying back again now your forehead resting on his shoulder

"I am sorry you had to see this" his voice was shakey and it was almost like a whisper to you

"I am sorry you had to go through this" you felt him nod you held him closer to make sure that he knows you're here for him then you felt his body shaking softly so you got up and pulled him up with you to face you

His eyes were so red from the crying as his nose the previous tears stains hadn't had time to dry before they got replaced with new ones

As Asahi was sitting in front of you he didn't dare to look at your eyes he felt weak and he felt so bad

You pulled him closer his head was at the crook of your neck one hand was drawing circles at his back and the other was playing with his hair

"Asahi it's ok let it out" not soon after you said that his hands held the fabric of your shirt so tight, you felt wet tears on your neck and not soon after your heart got broken even more when you heard him sob so loudly that you couldn't even take it and you start to silently cry

"It's never enough y/n whatever I do is never enough for him"

"But it's more than enough for me, for your mother and sister and for your team you know that we're all proud of you and happy for what you've accomplished so far you don't need your father to tell you if you're doing ok or not as long as you're happy and as long as your proud of yourself and where you are no one should matter to you"

After few minutes of you and Asahi holding each other he calmed down a little so he moved away and cupped your cheeks to clear your face from the tears and you did the same to him with a smile on your face

"Y/n"

"Yes Asahi"

"I love you" you were taken back by his words it was the first time he said it to you he was sitting in front of you looking at you so lovingly cheeks and nose red you didn't know whether it was from the crying or the effect of saying the love word or both but he was smiling and after all what happened you realized that you loved his smile more than you even thought

"I love you too Asahi and I will always love you"

And you spent the rest of your time with Asahi cuddling and talking to take his mind off of what happened and since that day you knew you had to protect him whatever the cost was because you loved him so much more than anyone in the world

So if you made it this far thank you (again i hate myself for writing it)

I obviously didn't add the father apologizing part because ngl no parent ever does this at least my father doesn't

I know they do this out of love and wanting to see us better but there are better ways haha

Anyways if you're going through this remember to take it easy no one knows better but you, you know what you want and what your limits are not your parents and do whatever makes you happy

I will try to upload fluff more even tho i am in the mood for angst hehe

And here are some cute asahi fics I read

Asahi azumane is a coward

Asahi barista

[hardforbenhardy]

somebody to love pt.2 | rogerxreader

warnings: fluff, sad vibes a lil, smallest tiniest inference of sex (blink and you’ll miss it)

word count: 4.1k

part 2 of somebody to love is here! it’s going a little slow, but i promise, we will get some roger/reader action next chapter!!

taglist: @jennyggggrrr

It is finally Monday, the day you've been dreading all weekend after the little... incident. Your minds been clouded with thoughts of what Roger may do, you could barely spend time with your Ma and Pa the whole of yesterday. Not to mention, they were kind of disappointed at the fact you didn't have the money to pay for their water bills. You’re pulled from your dreams by the blaring sound of your alarm from your bedside table, a groan releasing from your lips as you push yourself from the comfort of your silk sheets. You can hear Freddie's angelic voice soaring through the apartment as he sings along to the radio; it's like waking up to the melodic tunes of birds outside your window, but better. You quickly got dressed, knowing you don't have a lot of time before you need to be in school, and run down stairs to grab a snack from the kitchen. Freddie notices you, but instead of saying anything, he just gave you a huge grin and a thumbs up as a form of motivation. It's strange how Freddie is able to light up any room he is in, if only you had that ability, you may actually have friends. Not that you don't like your life already- sure it has its rather larger downsides, but you like spending time by yourself; it's calming, you don't have to rely on people and most importantly people don't have to rely on you. It's just, you’re fucking lonely. That's it basically. Everyone your age is in relationships, or sleeping around, or at least getting it on with someone in more than a friendship kind of way - and you’re just not. You wander through the university campus to class, which starts in 10 minutes, and you see couples cuddling and/or making out; large groups of friends laughing and having fun; the sport teams having a large football match on the field; the drama club sitting around to learn their scripts; even the music club playing their instruments to mildly entertain passers by such as you (which in fact, it is much more irritating than it is entertaining at 9 in the morning). Everyone seems so active and full of joy, and then there's you. You don't know why you’re so separated from everyone else, you've just always been like this. You remember on the first day of secondary school, you were sat alone the whole day; no one sat with you, spoke to you, no one even knew your name - you were known as "that weird girl" for the first 3 months of your education, until the teacher finally picked on you to present in class and you had to start by saying your name. You liked it then if you were being honest, you didn't have to reach anyone's expectations and you certainly weren’t a victim of peer pressure - but now it just makes you feel like a piece of shit. Sure, you have Freddie, but it's not exactly much is it. You just wish you had someone who would love you for you and actually want to spend time with you; is that so much to ask for?

As you entered the dry lab, you noticed that everyone was there but one person in particular. Roger. Fuck sake, where is he? You went to sit in your secluded seat, in the corner of the room, praying to God Roger wasn't in today at all and he had bunked off. Your racing thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Smith raising her voice:

"Okay, class, instead of a test, we are doing a small practical today - it doesn't go towards anything, but it is important we understand the skills and can therefore apply it to any furt-" And with that, Roger burst through the door, panting and wheezing like he had just ran a mile. "Ah, Mister Taylor, late again are we? Look, if you want to get your degree, I suggest you buckle down and get here on time - this isn't an easy course and I'm not going to teach you if this is how you treat it"

"Sorry, my um, my car broke down and I had to run to school" Roger heaved, placing both his hands on his knees as he faced the ground and took in long hard breaths. Droplets of sweat glided down his forehead as he attempted to catch his breath, and you couldn't help but admire the way it framed his face; his hair still scraggly from sleep, and his clothes slightly torn from what you presumed was multiple trips when running. He looked strangely sexy. Fuck. Why were you thinking like this? But it's true... his voice was raspy and choked, from the running - but you can only imagine that's what he always sounds like when he's exhausted. When else might he be exhausted? God, you could only imagine his voice whispering into my ears after a long, hard -

"Do you mind love?" - you were pulled from your daydream, looking up to see him stood there, staring at the empty seat beside you. Your heart began to beat at an irregular pace. Why is he talking to you? Why is he sitting next to you? Did he just call you love? Does he recognise you? Is this some kind of sick joke to him? "Oh- uh, n-no" you stuttered, struggling to even form a simple sentence after your overwhelming wave of emotions which had just washed over you. He threw his briefcase on the floor beside him; pulling out his folder, which was half the size of yours, making you wonder whether Roger actually takes notes in this class or rather it's all just stored in that incredible brain of his. God he is so smart. And sometimes, like today, he has to wear his glasses in class if he forgets his sunglasses, which perfectly frame his face; they make him look so fucking sexy. OMG what the fuck is going on with you?! "Uh- uhm, why are you sitting next to me?" you barely choked out, trying to take your mind off the whole... Roger's incredibly overwhelming persona.

"Prof said we are partnered for this practical, love" He explained, tone still deep and stifled although his breathing has began to go back to normal. You could sense an awkward tension between the two of you the moment he sat down; you knew this was a bad idea and you knew you should've just bunked off. As he began to prepare the equipment for the practical, you couldn't help but stare at his face; his eyes clouded over as he bites his bottom lip from utter concentration. "See something you like?"

He lifted his head, smirking in your direction after you snap out of my trance; you had been staring at him while chewing on the end of your pen. "Oh- uhh, sorry. Sorry. Nice glasses" you panicked, swiftly turning your head in the other direction, until you heard a chuckle and a small 'thanks' come from beside you- which you were instantly able to recognise as Rogers, considering he was the only person who has sat next to you in the past few months on this course. The suspense in the atmosphere only got heightened with every second going past, and you couldn't bare to sit here anymore. "Look, I know you saw me on Saturday. I don't know if you've sat here to tease me or take the piss or whatever but I'm not in the fucking mood- I'm surviving off 3 hours sleep and 5 coffees so if you're not even going to talk to me about what you saw, then you can piss off"

Roger doesn't say anything to respond, and instead just looked at you with a semblance of speechlessness, as if he's trying to conjure up a sentence in which he won't offend or make things more awkward than they already are - failing of course as he eventually comes out with "Y-you have nice moves". You felt your cheeks immediately blush, getting redder and redder; although his words sent chills down your spine, you couldn't let it show.

"What the fuck Roger!" you exclaimed, slapping his arm harder than you originally intended, as he acknowledged it with a sharp 'ow' and quickly reached to rub the now-red area as a way of soothing it. "Sorry . But seriously, you can't tell anyone. Please. If you do, my life will be fucking ruined and I plan on actually doing something with it and if people fin-"

"Y/N, I'm not going to tell anyone." He quickly retorted, making your head turn to face him as a sudden feeling of shock ran through you. Why wouldn't he tell people? "R-really?!" you spluttered, the words barely reaching the surrounding.

"Why would I tell people?"

"Erm, because it's not exactly a thing I should be proud of and you could ruin my life with it and that's kind of what you popular kids do, not to mention you probably think I'm a slut or something because of it" you mumbled, shying away from making any form of eye contact with him. Mainly because the atmosphere is getting increasingly more awkward by the second, but also because you can't deny; you could stare into his eyes all day and I'm afraid if you start you may not be able to stop.

"I'm not that much of a dickhead, love. I don't know why you have... that job, but I'm not going to go around spreading your personal shit."

"Right, sorry. Thank you." you let a fake smile grow on your face, and once noticing him return a wide grin - it became a real one. There was a small moment of silence before you asked one question that had undoubtedly been on my mind all weekend; "W-what were you actually doing there? There are never any lads younger than 30 in that place"

"Oh, erm, I was meant to meet a girl there"

"For a date? You were going to take a girl on a date to a strip club" you emphasised, trying your hardest not to laugh loudly at the idiocy of the Rogers idea of a good date.

"Yeah. But I didn't know it was a strip club - she was the one who gave me the address and told me to meet her there. But she never showed." He explained, with a small sadness to his tone. You felt a pang of guilt and empathy wash over you as he spoke, understand completely how it feels to be stood up; it has happened on multiple occasions and you've basically accepted it's your destiny to be alone by now. "Oh, I'm sorry. She sounds like a bitch"

"She kind of was - I only agreed to the date because she was a good shag" Roger muttered under his breath, most likely hoping you didn't hear him; but you did. You almost choked at his statement, but really you just feel a little shit. You know, of course, Roger is what some might call a 'ladies man'; but the idea of him sleeping around isn't something you keep on your mind because you let it get to you. You say you'd like to be one of those girls, but honestly, you don't just want to be a one time shag that Roger has before moving onto the next. Which is exactly the reason you had originally attempted to push all the feelings you had for Roger deep, deep down - but of course they can't stay down for long, because as soon as Roger walked in the room, you had fallen all over again. And before you knew it, it was the end of the session. Which meant you'd now have to go to the library for the next 4 hours, sitting by yourself and reading over your notes for the hundredth time, pretending like you didn't just want to scrap all your work and quit. As you began to pack my stuff away, you heard Roger cough beside me - in the kind of way that says he's asking for your attention. "Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Erm, I'm performing at Imperial tonight, would you maybe want to come along? I understand if you're busy or something, I mean you are always studying, not that that's a bad thing but I understand if you can't come, I just thought you could do with some fun and I think you're a really nice girl and I wanted to hang out some more you know- but like I said, you don't have to come, you're probably super busy so" Roger muttered, looking to the floor whilst twiddling his thumbs; nerves prominent in his tone. A wide grin grew on your face as he spoke; he wanted to hang out.

"I'd love to - like you said, I could do with a night out that doesn't involve biology in any form." you smiled, as Rogers head shoots up and he gives you a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushed through you. He threw his bag over his shoulder, before heading out; you following shortly after. "So, what do you mean by performing?"

"Oh, well I'm in a band with some of my mates, it's nothing much. We play every Sunday and Monday night." He explained, hands in his jean pockets as he walked me home. Slightly stunned by his admission, you looked up at him before asking "What do you play then?"

"Oh, I'm the drummer"

And with that, you were frozen in your place as you stood in shock at the new revelation. Roger Taylor was a drummer? Your eyes widened and your mouth fell ajar at the unfamiliar thought, your mind trying to comprehend such information. Not only is Roger Taylor smoking hot, super kind (well, he seemed) AND incredibly intelligent - but he also plays the drums? Just when you thought he possibly couldn't get any more attractive, he goes and pulls this out of the bag. Roger notices your sudden halting, and turns to look at you with a confused face; "Hey, you okay? You need help?" He cautioned, the worry prominent in his tone, snapping you out of the trance you were in.

"What? Oh, yeah, sorry, just got lost in my thoughts" you chuckled, looking towards the ground as embarrassment grew on your cheeks, pacing forward to catch up with Roger who was at least 5 steps in front of you. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Huh?" you questioned, furrowing your brows as your head shot up to face. If he was now going to make you come up with a fake thought in less than five seconds, you think you may just freak out, because there is no way you can explain to him that you fancy him and therefore was dreaming about the absolute charmer he was. "Penny for your thoughts - what you thinking about?"

Fuck.

"What are we, 5 years old?" you giggled, putting a sharp facade of humour when you knew deep down your brain was racking for something, anything that may sound at least an inch better than 'I think I may love you'.

"Come on, I can tell something's bothering you. You can trust me you know - I thought I'd have proven that by now"

"I just... why are you talking to me?" you sputter out, it being the first thing to come to your head.

"What on earth do you mean?"

"I mean, why are you even associating yourself with me - I'm the weird loner who sits in the back of class, who no one talks to, or even looks at, who has one friend and has a job as a stripper. I'm not stupid Roger, I know people don't want to associate themselves with the 'quiet' girl, so why are you?" you ranted, finally releasing a long breath after venting, feeling tears pricked your eyes as you realised you were now facing your actual reality. Why was Roger suddenly trying to be your friend? "I mean, was this some kind of dare? Or have you decided you want to add me to your list of sexual escapades because don't think I haven't noticed you've only started talking to me after seeing me strip. Or do you just want to cheat your way through the course, hoping I'll end up doing your work for you?"

You stopped after hearing a small chuckle from beside you, and looked to see Rogers face sporting a little grin, clearly amused by you. "Do you know what, just fuck off. Forget about tonight, I'm leaving" you raged, beginning to storm away as anger boiled inside you at Rogers apparent sense of humour, or lack thereof. He seriously found this funny, whilst you stood here, opening up feelings you would never usually share to anyone apart from Freddie. You tended to struggle opening up about your emotions to people, unless you have a decent amount of wine in my system to flush away the shame that is. Instead, you keep them buried deep down, and you know they're bound to erupt one day- you have a slight feeling today might just be the day. You were halted in your motion as the tight grasp of a hand clutched onto your wrist, causing you to stumble back. "No, wait, Y/N m'sorry! I wasn't laughing at you, I promise."

His apologetic tone rang in your ears, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks once again as you realised how pathetic you were actually being. "The fuck were you laughing at then, 'cause I don't see any fucking clowns wandering 'round here"

"I-I, I wasn't laughing at you! I just, well, I don't really have a reason- why do I need a reason? You are super cool and you seem nice, I just wanted to get to know you."

"You still didn't answer my question." you grumbled, pouting your lips out as you dropped your head to face the floor; your cheeks beginning to redden at the idea that Roger just wanted to get to know you. No one ever just wanted to get to know you; there was always a reason. They would use you to up their grade a little; they would feel sorry for you because you’re a fucking loner; they would attempt to be friendly in hopes of getting you into their bed for the night. That was admittedly the worst one, considering it was the most common. You have never had a true friend, let alone boyfriend, so you can certainly count on yourself to be the biggest virgin gracing this earth. You'd think having a job which was in that kind of area, you’d be basically the opposite; but you agreed with yourself when you started the job that if there was one thing you would never ever turn to, it'd be sleeping with the men in the club. Not only were they almost twice my age, but they weren't exactly the most graceful, gentlemanly men you'll ever meet. Not that Roger was any more chivalrous, from what you'd heard, but at least you were the same age and you actually know him. Though you may be completely conflicting personalities; you being a quiet, reserved, and overall anxious character and Roger being one of loud, adventurous, energetic tendencies; they say opposites attract... right?

"Okay, well, maybe I was laughing at you - but not in a bad way. I was just thinking, you are kind of cute when you are angry y'know" Roger confessed, trying to come off as if he was confident and almost flirty in his words, but you swear you saw his teeth grind from nerves as he spoke.You began to feel your cheeks flush at his simplistically adorable words. "I swear to god, Roger Taylor, if you are trying to flirt with me - I will walk away right now" you giggled, poking his chest a little harder than you expected, gaining a laugh from Roger too. As the laughter died down, you realised you had reached yours and Freddie's flat already, and you still had hours to kill until tonight.

"Erm, this is my block" you muttered, pointing to the entrance of the block of flats you were slowly approaching.

"I know - we live in the same block." He chuckled, opening the door and standing against it, his arm gesturing you to walk through. Maybe he was a gentleman? "Thank you. How come I never see you around the block?"

"I don't know - I've seen you around a few times, usually when you are going out in the evening; presumably to work. I mean, you are always in the library"

"I guess." you chuckled, beginning to walk up the steps to the third floor, where your flat resided. Roger followed swiftly behind, attempting to catch up with you. There was silence as you walked up the stairs; but it wasn't the uncomfortable kind of silence. It was more the kind where you just enjoy each others company in the moment. The better kind. Once you had reached your apartment door, Roger stopped, almost as if he knew where it was without even asking. You didn't bother to question how he knew which flat you lived in, and instead just began unlocking the door.

"I'll, erm, I guess I'll see you tonight? Meet me backstage once we finished our set?" He asked, leaning on his side against the entrance banister. You looked up, but continued turning the key in the lock with movement memory, swiftly taking the key out the lock and opening the door to walk through. "Yeah, of course. You don't mind if I bring Freddie with me do you? He loves a night out"

"Fred's your roommate right? Yeah, sure" He nodded, twiddling his thumbs together. You swear you heard him sigh and possibly roll his eyes at your suggestion, but you gave him a quick smile, as if to say 'see you tonight' before closing the door behind yourself and releasing a loud sigh. As soon as you had locked it, you slid down the wooden door letting out a muffled scream into the bundled coat now in your lap. You could hear Freddie's steps approaching you from the living room, quick paced with urgency. "You alright, darling?"

"Fucking amazing Fred" You grinned, the pace of your heart gradually decreasing again after its irregular habits when you were with Roger.

"I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I heard the one and only Roger Taylor's voice as you walked in the door?" He chuckled, finding your lustful infatuation merely a piece of comedy for his entertainment. "So where is it you are taking me for a night out then?"

"Roger invited me out to the Imperial, he's performing with his band - He plays the drums, Fred. I thought he was already an angel but then he reveals he's a fucking drummer too. Fred, I think I may just suffer a heart attack if I spend even one more second around him."

"So Roger invited you out? And you asked if I could come along? I think your brain has finally fizzled out, love. Are you completely insane?"

"I don't want to die. And I'm sure it'll happen if I have to spend any more time with him alone." you sighed, your heart beating out your chest at the mere thought of spending time with Roger by yourselves. God, how am you meant to cope in a relationship with him when you can barely even hold a conversation. "I said I'd meet him backstage after their set, so we should leave around 8? What should I wear? I don't own any nice clothes Fred! All my clothes are baggy jumpers and joggers - ugh Fred take me shopping!"

"You know I can't turn down a shopping spree darling, grab your shoes and coat!" Freddie exclaimed, making you chuckle under your breath at his extravagance. He held out his hand, which you hesitantly took into line, and yanked you up from your previously comfortable position you found for yourself on the floor. You pulled on your boots and coat, wrapping your scarf around your neck to accommodate for the autumn weather outside. Fred told you of a store just a 10 minute walk from the flat, which was his favourite shop to buy clothes in; Biba. He had never really mentioned the store until a few days back, after going to a small gig by himself. You just remember him coming home relatively sober and with a look of infatuation growing on his face and in his eyes. He never really talks about what happened that night - you just presumed he'd maybe had a good hookup.

[lovingthereign25]

The Heart Wants What It Wants

CH.2

You pull up to the arena and see Roman unpacking his car you sit in your car pretending to be on the phone so Roman wouldn't approach the car to talk about what happened this morning.You watch him and a few others enter the arena then decide to get out and unpack yourself. You slowly make your way into your shared dressing room with Renee. You and Renee were pretty close, as you were with a lot of the female superstars and some male ones too. "So I got your list of interviews for tonight from Marc." She says handing you the list,"You got a few on screen interviews tonight girl!" she smiles

"Oh awesome" you say smiling until you see his name second on your list. 

" What's wrong?" Renee asked

" Nothing just noticed I interview Roman" you say 

" Do you have a problem is with the Big Dog?" She asks

Just as you were about to answer there's a knock on your dressing room door.

" Come in" you both say

" Hey Renee can I speak to Y/n alone please" you turn and see Roman standing there.

" umm. Sure I was gonna head to catering anyway" she smile patting his back before leaving you two alone.

" Y/n , about this morning , I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you, its just I thought we were on the same page" he says 

"Its cool Roman, but I gotta change and get ready I'll see you in a little bit" you say walking in the bathroom to change.

Roman sighs and leaves. Walking right into Carmella.

"Shit Sorry Mella " he says rubbing his neck

"No worries, everything okay? She asks

" Yeah, Good luck tonight!" he smile "Thank you!, same to you" she smiled back before he walks off.

Carmella walks right in on you in while changing scaring you half to death.

"Damn babes that's the outfit for tonight? she asks turning you around .

" Yes ma'am, is it too much?" You ask checking yourself once more in the mirror.

" No no it's perfect! Where'd you get it from? she asked checking the tag

" It was a gift actually" you say grabbing your makeup bag 

" From who?, that's a dumb question obviously from Jackson!" She says thumbing her head lightly.

" Y-yeah from Jackson" you lie 

You felt bad lying to your best friend,But it never seemed like the right time to tell her about Roman and you.Carmella and you walk down to get your makeup done for the show sitting in the having some much needed girl.

" So what did Roman wanna talk about before?" Renee asked from the chair next to you.

"H- he wanted to over the interview so we could get comfortable so we wouldn't mess up" you lie again

" Nice, he's such a sweet guy, if you were single I'd hook you two up"she says 

"Isn't he married? You ask pretending not to already know

" Yeah but they are separated and getting a divorce soon" she explains

Renee gets done she tell you she'll see you guys later and heads off to start the show.When it's just you and Carmella again she asks the makeup artist you leave you two alone for a second. They agree you look at your best friend confused.

" Spill" is all she says turning toward you

" Spill what?" You ask

" What did Roman really want?" She replies

" To go over the inter-" you start but Mella cuts you off 

" Bullshit" she says " I know when you lie and I caught you a few times today like when I asked if you were okay morning you lied about missing Jackson, then again with the outfit you lied about him buying it! Y/n what's going on?"she says

"Mella, you need to swear you won't tell no one not even Corey" you say

"Done" she answered 

" I've been messing around with Roman for a few months now, and it's a whole ass mess girl let me tell you and today he told me he loved me, I just don't know what to do" you blurt out

" Holy shit Y/n"she gasps, " I wasn't expecting that, what about Jackson? She asks

" I don't know, i love Jackson I really do but its just seems like all he cares about is his work, and Roman he makes me feel special like when he looks at me Car it's like I'm the only girl in the world!" You explain tears building in your eyes

"Y/n honey don't cry!" We'll figure this all out okay?" she hugs you, you nod and let Lisa finish your makeup.

It's just about time for you interview with Roman. You were a little nervous until he walked up to you giving you a smile. You practice the interview before going live. You have a small break before they cut to your interview.

"Nice outfit" Roman smirks

" Thanks" you smile at him

" I told you it fit you just right, the way it hugs your curves perfectly" he says licking his lips. 

After you interview Roman about his match coming up you thank him for his time and go to find Carmella and some of the girls. You find them sitting backstage watching whatever match was going on. You take a seat by Carmella and Lana.

" Y/n you coming out with us tonight ?'' Lana asks 

" uhh I don't know" you shrug

" yes, yes she is she definitely needs a night out" Carmella say making plans for you

"Everyone is coming even some guys, it'll be fun" Lana says nudging your shoulder.

" Sure then" you smile . 

Roman's music starts to play on the screen ahead. You look up from your phone seeing him walk down the aisle to the ring. He looked so good in his gear, hair wet, doing the sexy little nod he does from time to time. You're so caught up watching Roman you don't hear any of the conversation Lana was having with you until she said your name a little louder

" Damn girl are you listening to me?" She asked 

" Yeah Sorry I just never really get to enjoy the show" you say Turning your attention back to the match as you do you see Roman take a pretty bad hit  from Samoa Joe. Usually you could tell when Roman was acting hurt and this wasn't like that he wasn't getting back up as quickly he was hurt.

"Damn what a hit" you heard someone behind you say.

" Guess the Big Dog  got put down" you hear another say. 

With that you whip around seeing Charlotte Flair with a smirk.

" Can you shut the fuck up, I've seen the "Queen" get knocked off her thrown a few time if I recall correctly" you snap

" Y/n you okay?" Lana asks

" Seriously girl calm down, let's go for air " Mella says you get up and follow Carmella and Lana

" What the hell was that about?" Lana asks once outside.

" Nothing Y/n is just stressed" Carmella lies 

" No, Mella I can't lie to Lana you two are my best friends, I've been messing Roman for a few months now" you say looking down

" Wow, Oh. I don't even know what to say, so is it over between you and Jackson?" She asks

" No, he has no idea, I feel like shit" you say

You tell your friends everything, how you got started with Roman, how you felt neglected by Jackson, and how Roman told you he loved you and you ended things this morning.

'' Holy crap I really need that drink now" Lana laughs trying  to lighten the mood

'' Right, that's what I'm saying " Mella joins in

" I'm gonna go check on Roman" you say

"You sure?,  want me to come with?" Mella asks 

" Nah I'll be fine I'll see you at the club" you hug them both and head to the trainers room.

You enter the trainers room and see Roman lying on the treatment table. He looks like he's in so much pain the medic notices you and assumes you want a statement from Roman and leaves the room.

"What are you doing here?" Roman asks through gritted teeth from the pain

" Just came to make sure you were okay Rome, you took a hard hit out there" you say walking over to him placing your hand on his but he moves his hand away

" Don't. I'm cool! " he says mocking your words before

" Roman.. Don't be like that I care about you, it's just complicated" you try to explain.

" It doesn't even matter Y/n, its over between us right?, it was all just sex I get it" he says trying to sit himself up. You try to help him but he stops you.

" Roman please can't we just talk about it?" You ask

" Now you wanna talk about it, No Y/n its fine we fucked for a few months it was fun now you can go home to your husband and pretend to be happy and in love and what not" he says .

You nod and leave the room. You pack your things and head to your car taking your phone out to call Carmella asking her to meet you at your hotel room. When she arrives, you ask her to cover for you with WWE that you going home for a rest. But the truth was you weren't you were going home to tell your husband face to face what you have done.Whether it was to save your marriage or end it that you weren't sure of but either way this was what you needed to do.

Your outfit:

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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part Six

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Word Count: No longer doing word count

Warning(s): Cussing,

Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

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Sitting on the table in the kitchen, Dean is stirring gravy on the stove while I strip the corn in the cob, the radio on the corner countertop is playing Sweet Home Alabama as Dean dances across the kitchen. Bobbing my head along to the beat of the music, Dean smirks at me as he turns the volume up a bit as I drop the shucked corn in the pot beside me. Dean grabs my hand, pulling me off the table, before twirling me around as I let out a loud laugh, the two of us dancing with the music, not a single care that it doesn't match the music playing. It seems our laughter draws an audience, because just as Dean dips me, the song turning off, Sam and Castiel are in the doorway of the kitchen, clapping.

"Oh, uh..." Dean lifts me back up, twirling me out of his arms so fast that I have to grasp the table I was previously occupying, the room spinning a bit. "Hey guys." I greet within my best ability.

"Food's gonna be a while." Dean states as he turns the music back down, and takes the pot of salted water and corn cobs, placing it on the stove.

"Oh, we were just checking out the commotion." Sam replies, causing me to blush as Dean nods, though in response to Sam, or to the beat of the new song, I'm not entirely sure.

"Indeed." Castiel states. "Carry on." I have to hid my wince at the way he says it, it sounds rehearsed, almost like being blind-read from a script before him. "Sam and I are going to do a beverage run. What would you like, Emily?" He asks.

"Oh, uh... Grape Crush, or Green Apple Fanta. I'm not large on alcohol, nor caffeine." I reply with little to no thought, a pure answer from the top of my head. The two of them smirk, before nodding as they disappear, and I turn back to the task at hand in the quiet of the kitchen, which is only punctured by the sound of the music. Grabbing a cutting board, I start cutting the tomatoes for the salad, humming along to the music under my breath. "Dean," I finally place the knife down, turning to his broad back as he turns halfway to me, keeping an eye on the pork chops at the same time as acknowledging me. "you have yet to ask. About... anything you saw that day." I cross my arms over my chest as he turns the occupied burners down for safety, and then turns to lean on the counter next to it, eyes roaming over me, studying me.

"Well, I don't make it a habit of digging into the past, when it's obviously something that you want to forget." He replies, causing me to smirk, and he narrows his eyes at me. "Alright Sweetheart, you want me to ask, I'll ask. The douchebag who was throwing and beating on you, what was his deal." If he notices how quickly I stiffens, turning back to my task as if he hadn't spoke at all is sure to worry him, the slight shaking in my arms and shoulders is the only giveaway of the event. "Hey hey hey, Emily, are you alright?" He asks softly, causing me to set the quivering knife down as I slowly turn back to him, and he smiles softly as I force myself to smile at him. "You don't gotta force yourself to say anything." He says softly, reaching up to caress my cheek, looking into my eyes as I bite my bottom lip, before looking away.

"He was my... Ex-fiance." I notice that he stiffens at my reply. "Daniel was manipulative, and accusing and he made me lose all of my friends, isolated me from my family, and made it so I was dependant on him. I didn't notice the signs of abuse, until he started to abuse me, and by then, it was too late. Nobody wanted to help me, or nobody believed me." My explanation causes Dean to look a bit distraught. "I managed to get a restraint order, and moved to a whole new town, new state, to get away. That was a couple weeks before I woke up here." My voice dies weakly, looking up at him sadly.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry." He apologizes as I tearfully shake my head.

"F-Forget it." I rub my eyes, wiping away all trace of tears as I smile up at him. "What do you say, we get this done? I'm nervous enough about meeting Jodie for the first time." He chuckles at that.

"Don't worry so much. She's like a big cuddly teddybear. Gruff and surly on the outside, but gentle and loving in the inside." Dean explains, causing me to giggle, shaking my head at him as he turns to the doorway, as if checking that she's not behind us when he's speaking. "Just, uh... Don't tell her I told you that, huh?"

"Hmm... I think I can be persuaded to keeping that secret." I tease, setting the knife down as I turn back to look at Dean as he scoffs and chuckles, looking at me.

"You are diabolical." He taunts, turning back to me, before leaning on the counter as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Alright, what can I bribe you with?"

"I wanna drive Baby!" I burst out with, causing his mouth to drop, surprise on his face as I bounce on the balls of my feet.

"You wanna drive-"

"You let Sam before! Come on, Dean! Please!" I beg, tugging at his arm, and giving my best puppy dog eyes to him. "I'll bake you some pie!" I offer in a sing-song type voice as he looks down at me, quirking his lips as I giggle, and lean up on my tip-toes. "Any. Kind. You. Like." He groans, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans.

"Sweetheart, you don't fight fair." He pouts, leaning towards me as he strokes my cheek, causing my face to flush as I step back, and drop my face away. "One time. You can drive Baby, once."

"Really?!" I gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Oh, thank you Dean! Thank you!" I throw my arms around him, hugging him as he chuckles, his hands falling to my waist in return, and I smile up at him. Suddenly, it's like electrical currents are running through my skin from his from where we touch, my heart is pounding as we look into each other's eyes. His thumbs start to stroke my love handles under my shirt, first in circles and occasionally up in down, causing my skin to hum as I struggle to breath, his fanfiction green eyes are on my own, it's like a magnetic pull, drawing the two of us closer until we're just a hair's breath away from each other.

"Hey Dean, I'm here- oh!" We both jump, Dean pushes me back, like we're two teens just caught doing something they're not supposed to be doing. "I-I'm so sorry! I-" Jodi turns to me with an apologetic smile. "Hi, I'm Jodi." She clears her throat, holding out her hand, which I shake as embarrassment floods and stings my cheeks. "You must be Emily."

"Y-Yes." She looks at Dean with a motherly reproachful look, before smiling at me once more as she shakes my hand. After she drops it, my face enflames even more as she looks between Dean and I with curiosity in her eyes. "I-I'll just let you two talk." I stammer out, scurrying towards the door.

"Hey," Dean calls after me, and turning to look at him, our eyes meet, and my breath hitches as we stand there, lost in each other's eyes.

"Dean! Emily! We're back!" Sam's shout draws my attention, and I dash out if the kitchen to help the other two with the drinks they bought. Shortly after the incident, Dean and I are converting the Map Table into a dinner table, placing piles of food on it, before moving chairs around, and everyone is sitting as I go around, pouring drinks for them.

"Em, sit down." Dean urges as he looks up at me, causing me to drop my head with a blush, shaking my head as I pour the last of the drinks, before I dash back into the kitchen as the over timer goes off. After checking the two pies and chocolate cake that are in the oven, I switch it off while leaving them in the oven to cool, before walking back out with the rest of the food in one arm, and the plates tucked in the other.

"Oh, sweetie, do you need help?" Jodie asks as she scoots the chair back to stand.

"No no, we've got it." Dean says and both he and Sam stand, coming over to relieve me of my burden, placing them on the table, and Dean scoots out a chair for me to sit in, before helping me scoot in. Jodie is watching this all with a delighted gleam in her eyes, looking rather impressed as she smiles in approval at me.

"So, Emily," Jodie starts as everyone starts to load uo their plates. "you seemed to have whipped these boys into shape. Look, they're even eating instead of gulping it down like it's going to run away!" She laughs as I let a soft giggle, stabbing a piece of chicken to put on my plate, before adding mashed potatoes and gravy.

"They just didn't get a lot of home-cooked meals in the past, being on the road 24/7. I mostly stay behind while they're on the hunts, and I always leave them both a plate in the fridge for when they get back." She smiles as I add some broccoli and cheese sauce to my plate, along with a scoop of stuffing.

"Yeah, Emily takes good care of us. Doesn't she, Dean?" Sam inquires, causing me to furrow my brow. "Doesn't she, Dean?" Sam says with a little more emphasis, causing me to discreetly look over at the older man, only to find him staring at me as a blush floods my cheeks. Suddenly something brushes my leg as Dean hollers in pain, jumping before he clears his throat.

"Yeah yeah. Em's the best." Dean mutters as he drops his gaze to his plate, shoveling his food into his mouth.

"So, Emily, how exactly did you meet the boys?" Jodie asks in a friendly tone, causing the boys to stiffen as Emily freezes.

"It's uh... A bit of a long story, and we're still not a hundred percent on the details." I explain slowly, before launching into detail about the way I met the boys abd Castiel, and by the time I'm done, she's gawping at me as I slowly start to blush, shoveling food into my mouth to I don't have to speak. Jodie continues to eat as she takes a long moment to process the information that I told her, long enough for me to worry that she might think I'm lying. I turn to Dean with frantic eyes, but he simply holds out a hand as he shakes his head, smirking at me as he looks towards Jodie, who stabs a piece of lettuce and tomato from her salad, before looking up at me.

"I suppose you're lucky to have woken up near the boys, huh? No telling who or what would be after you for the information you possess." She says, causing a cold sweat to break out on my forehead and neck, both of the boys and Castiel all freeze as well, as if the idea just hit them.

"And we've been letting you go on hunts with us." Sam groans as he faceplants into his hand, while Dean's grip tightens on his fork.

"The dangers just tripled on the playing field." Dean states as Jodie snorts.

"She's survived so far. Give her some credit boys." She scolds, causing them to actually look a bit sheepish. "You can handle yourself, right?"

"I would never put the boys, nor anyone else in danger. I would rather bite my tongue off and bleed to death, than hurt you guys." I reply, causing Dean to swallow thickly, within an audible gulp, his hands turning bone white around his silverware. Sam's frown deepens as he shakes his head in immense displeasure at the thought. Castiel shifts nervously in his chair as Jodie looks around at us, before I press my chair away from the table. "Well, I think I'll set the pies and cake out to cool." I state as I disappear into the kitchen as fast as I can.

~3rd POV~

The moment that Emily is out of sight and earshot, Jodie starts to saw into her chicken, watching Sam and Dean exchange looks, almost like they're having a silent conversation with each other. "Dean," His head snaps up at her voice as she points her fork towards the kitchen, a piece of tender chicken dangling from the end. "you look after that girl. Don't let her go."

"Don't let her go? What do you mean?" He asks, causing Jodie to shot Sam a look, as if to say 'is he serious?' to which Sam nods with an exhausted and forelorn look upon his face.

"Dean, even a blind man can see the attraction and tension between you two." Jodie says, scraping her food off her fork with a sharp clink noise.

"Dean, she's right." Sam chimes in. "You laugh and smile with Emily, like I have yet to see you do. You look at the pictures of Jess and I, and you can see the same look I have her, on your face when you look at Emily." Sam says as he takes a bite of his corn on the cob.

"Wait, what?" Dean snorts. "You saying that I'm in love with Emily?" He shakes his head. "No. No way am I in love with that outsider. She doesn't even understand our world, as much as she claims she might. She will never understand, because she is different than us. I will not drag her into a life where she'd be nothing but useless!" Dean's brow furrows at Sam's wide-eyed, grim expression.

"Well," Dean jumps, turning around to see Emily standing there with teary eyes. She slams the pie, dish and all, in her hands, on the table as she throws her oven mitts in her chair. "let me be the last to know where I'm not wanted." She states with a tight voice, before she walks out of the room.

"Way to go, Dean." Sam snaps as Jodie stands, looking at Dean as she shakes her head.

"That was the most cruel way to handle that, Dean." She scolds, hurrying out of the room after Emily.

Well, Dean screwed up. Again. It'd be too easy for them if I didn't throw in a little twist or two! You'll just have to stick around to see what happens next!

Also, sorry for the lack of content. I moved. Again. And I got a severe bout of insomnia, and depression. Things just were crazy and hectic. Anyway! Please enjoy, and I will try to have the next chapter written and up soon. Love you all, my fabulous readers! Remember, my inbox is always open.