#they broke up more than 10 months ago why can't you move on and stop being so childish

[rosaadiazs]

i really think that some of the younger taylor fans here in their teens and early 20s are much more mature than the older ones in their late 20s/30s

[faithshouseofchaos]

The heart wants it wants — Carlos Sainz a reader

Summary— From the moment you first saw him you knew that he was the one for you..

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The first time you laid eyes on the Spanish boy you knew he was the one, Granted that you were 10 and he was 17 but that still didn’t stop you from looking at him like he painted the heavens and had hung the stars and moon. The first person who truly noticed was your friend Mick who had known you for four years. “You like him don't you” Mick had asked at the time “what no i don’t like him what are you talking about?” You had immediately denied the accusation, Mick just shook his head and said “you look at Carlos like my parents look at each other and how Seb looks at Hanna y/n”. You had to give him credit for a 14 year old boy. He was pretty smart. That was one of the reasons why you had looked up to him. If you were being honest you’d say he knew you better than you knew yourself after all the two of you had grown up together.

Four years had passed and you were now 14 and racing in formula 4 with Oscar Piastri as your teammate. He was 8 months older than you to the day everyone often joked that the two of you could have twins all because of your birthdays. This was April 6th and yours was December 6th. That wasn’t the only similarity that you both shared, you both had a calm old soul demeanor and you both were great drivers for your age. As time went on one thing never changed and was your love for Carlos who was now 20 and racing with Renault in formula one. When the news broke out about him moving on to F1 you were with Seb at Christian Horner's house for a BBQ when you heard the news. You had to excuse yourself from the group and went to bed early that night. You had made a promise to yourself to not let your love for Carlos get in the way of your racing.

Four more years had passed since then. It's now 2019 and you are now 18 and in PREMA racing with Logan Sargent,Oscar Piastri and Arthur Leclerc as your teammates. Everyone who had followed your racing career has given you a nickname The Aviator for your smooth and defensive driving approach there were rumors about you going to red Bull in a few years it was no secret that Christian Horner had an eye out for you it was also no secret that he had followed your career from the very moment Sebastian had introduced you to him. The truth was that you were good, everyone saw that and everyone wanted you to race for them. Last you had heard Carlos left Renault and joined Red Bull Racing. Now you were in your apartment pacing back and forth ranting to Mick “Can't you go with me to this party Christian is throwing I really don't want to be by myself?” you had asked your friend Mick chuckled and shook his head “As much fun as that sounds I have to catch my flight home liebe Schwester and besides Max will be there and Daniel and not to mention Sebastian is going to remember. Why are you freaking out about some party — wait for a second no I understand it's because Carlos will be there isn't it?” he said in a teasing manner with a smirk on his face “ok Stop looking at me like that please I'm stressing out here” you said wanting the group to open up and swallow you whole. “Ok ok ok like I said just stick to Max You both are pretty good friends, especially after what you did to Jos,” he said “I got disqualified from the race doing that,” I said “Yeah that's true but you did what everyone wanted to do for years anyways I need to leave before I miss my flight you'll be fine Shcewster I promise,” Mick said giving you a hug and a small on the top of your head before walking out the door.

The Jos incident two years ago…

You were 16 at the time in Belgium at a race walking around taking in everything around you when you heard someone yelling and screaming you knew who it was. Looking at the culprit you saw Jos Verstappen screaming in his son's maxes face for making a few mistakes on the race track which was crazy because he had come in second place and that wasn’t good enough for the man. Seb had always told you not to get involved he himself tried to help on the boy but no matter how bad things got Max was always stuck by his father wanting him to be proud but it was never good enough. You on the other hand were sick of it and took matters into your own hands. You walked up to the Father putting on your helmet pulling Max out of the way and slammed your head helmet in his face. You had heard a satisfying crunch pulling up your visor looking down at Jos. “You should be Proud of Max, he’s a great racer and hell maybe he will win a few WDC one day.” You said before walking away.

A knock at your door brought you out of the memory grabbing your phone and keys. You opened your door and to your surprise Carlos was standing there. “Carlos, what are you doing here?” Him confused because Max was the one who was supposed to pick you up, not the Spaniard who you had feelings for. “Max pregamed on the way here and asked me to pick up” he said, looking you up and down. “Oh ok let’s get going I don’t want to be late” you said walking out. It was a nice party that Christian had thrown. It was getting late and people started to leave but Max,Alex,Pierre,Daniel and Carlos stayed behind to hangout and sober up a bit before heading back to their respective homes and or hotels. A while has passed and the guys decided to play truth or dare “y/n truth or dare?” Pierre asked “truth?” You say “ok is it true that you have feelings for someone on the grid?” He asked “yes” you say looking down at your feet “who is it?” Alex asked curiously. “I really don’t want to talk about it okay it’s just a silly crush that’s all,” you say getting annoyed “Okay no need to be upset y/n this is just all in good fun,” Daniel said “Yeah Whatever I’m done playing this I’m tired and wanna go home so I’m calling it a night,” you say getting up and walking away from the group “I better go drop her off at her apartment I was the one who brought her here,” Carlos said to the guys.

The car ride back home was silent but not the awkward kind of silence it was comfortable in a way. “I’m sorry for making you leave earlier I was just annoyed and tired” you say apologizing to Carlos “don’t worry about it Mel I was ready to go anyways” he said turning the car off “thank you for bringing me back” you said looking at him with your hand on the door handle “your welcome” with that you opened up the door and got out closing the door you take a deep breath and walked up the stairs to your door. “Hey y/n wait” Carlos said running up to you he grabbed your arm making you turn to look at you “what’s wrong?” You asked confusedly. He looked at your eyes and then your lips before saying “this is what’s wrong” before kissing you. This is what’s wrong, those words rolled around in your head like a sick and twisted lyric this is what’s wrong those words turned your stomach making you feel sick and not in a good way it was like a sick joke that was being played on you. Pulling away you looked at Carlos telling him goodnight before walking inside your apartment trying not to break down.

Once again 4 years have passed and you are 22 years old and driving for Red Bull Oscar was driving for Mclaren,Mick was at Hass with k-mag Logan was at Williams and Arthur was at Ferrari drivers academy. After that night at Christian’s party everyone noticed a change in you. The only person who knew what was wrong with you was Mick and Oscar. That's because y’all share everything with each other. The day you signed with Red Bull you realized you had made it all your hard work had paid off. You and Carlos never talked about that Kiss four years ago. Truth be told you avoided him like the plague and everyone with two eyes could see that. You we’re getting ready for the race when max came up to you wishing you good luck and no matter what the engineer tells me to just do whatever I wanted knowing that they wanted you to just defend him so he could when again you were a great driver so he had no doubt that you would be fine out there.

You were doing great, you went from P12 to P4 by the 14th lap and you were making your way through the other drivers like a hot knife cutting butter. A few laps more laps went by and you were now in P2 overtaking Sebastian and Lewis Hamilton when the race had been red flagged.

“What’s the red flag for?” You asked your engineer

“A Ferrari has caught on fire and had to retire” your engineer said

“Who’s car is it and are they okay” you asked, feeling dread flow through your body which was understandable in this line of work you never know when it’ll be your last.

“Ita carlos Sainz car he can’t get out of the car with it rolling back on him it looked liked the engine blew on him” your engineer said

“Is anyone going to help him?” You asked

“Honestly I don’t know the safety car will be deployed Marshall’s will get to him as soon as possible so whatever you do I’d do it now before it’s to late”

Making up your mind you sped up overtaking Max and getting the fastest lap. You know that Christian would be pissed for not following the strategy of defending Max but you didn’t care you just couldn’t lose another person. Coming up to where Carlos was on the side of the track you slowed down and pulled up right behind him stopping his car long enough for the single Fire marshal to use the fire extinguisher to try and put out the flames you turned the car off and then climbed out to help any way you could.

Once you helped the Marshall keep Carlos’s car stationary you helped him climb out of his car

“Hey are you okay,” asked Carlos as soon as helped him out. “Are you insane Y/n you could have gotten yourself killed!” he yelled “I'm insane. What's wrong with you? You could have gotten yourself killed by not getting out of the car you psycho!” You yelled back at him “I had to save the car to the best of my ability y/n get over it” Carlos said “It’s just a car Ferrari can get another car you dumbass that’s replaceable your life isn’t you jerk!” You screamed at him. “What’s this really about y/n?” Carlos asked “I can’t lose another person” you said heartbroken “I gotta get back to the garage” you whispered walking back to your car driving back to Red Bull.

You had been disqualified from the race for getting out of your car. What had happened today on the track was disgusting. It took safety marshals way too long to get to Carlos, almost costing him his life. You were annoyed and rightfully so. Getting back into the garage you had ignored everyone and went straight back to your driver's room to cool down. You truly believed that you were over him but they always had said the heart wants what it wants.

By now the race was over and you knew Max had won just by his National Anthem playing. It would have been your first win in Formula One but you had sacrificed it for someone who didn't even thank you for your help. After cooling down you took off your race suit and fireproofs, taking a quick shower before heading back to your hotel room.

After taking a quick shower and having a talk with Christian about today he decided to let you go back to the hotel. You were getting ready for bed when someone knocked on your door and annoyed you sighed and opened the door and saw max. “What are you doing here?” You asked him “come on we’re going to a bar and we are getting drunk Even though you technically didn’t finish the race you were amazing today and I’m proud of that y/n not many people on the grid can overtake me but you did and like I said I’m proud of you so throw on some shoes and let’s go you don’t even need to change” max said you looked at him for a second before replying to him “alright I'll put my shoes on but my bra is staying off I'm not putting it back on” you explained sliding your shoes on. What you didn't know was that this was all a part of the guy's plan to get you to admit your feelings to Carlos. Everyone was sick of the tension between the two of you so they decided to take matters into their own hands.

You were walking in front of Max when all of a sudden you hear someone shout get her before being grabbed and locked in a storage closet. “WHAT THE HELL GUYS LET ME OUT” you yelled through the door trying to open it. “Not till you grow a pair and talk it out we are sick of the awkward sexual tension between you two of you” you hear someone say but it wasn’t just anyone it was your best friend Mick who you didn’t even realize was in town. “Mick please let me out” you say pounding on the door. “It’s no use I already tried, they won’t open up” Carlos said from his spot on the floor. “I can’t believe they did this” you say under your breath “I’m sorry” you heard Carlos whisper “what?” You asked “I’m sorry for snapping at you and taking my frustration out on you. You didn’t deserve it you were just trying to help me” he said apologizing looking at you “it’s fine I get it I too would have been angry” you say. “Why’d you do it you know sacrificing your first F1 race like that for me why’d you do it?” Carlos asked “because I can’t lose anymore people that I care about” you admitted. “Yeah I get that but you looked scared and you were pale. I watched the color drain from your face y/n so please don’t give me that half truth” Carlos says wanting the actual truth. You averted your gaze to the floor before speaking “The truth is I like you Carlos, and if I’m being honest with myself I have liked you since the first time I met you I was like 10 at the time, and ever since then no matter how hard I tried to move on from this silly crush I couldn’t because I love you” you admitted trying not to cry. Carlos stood up and looked down at you “I love you too, Ever since that party Christian threw and I had kissed you that night I tried to fight I really did You were 18 I was 25 I knew that you were the one even though it felt so wrong at the time it also felt so right and I apologize if I hurt you that night or any night after that because if I had it would have killed me Y/n because I love you” Carlos said holding your face in between his hands. Standing up on your tippy toes you kissed him for the first time since that night at your apartment for the first time in four years something that felt wrong then felt so right now in this moment where it was just the two of you.

On the other side of the door…

“You think they confessed yet?” Lando asked

“I hope so I was getting sick of Carlos huffing and puffing” Charles responded “50 bucks says their fucking” Pierre said “really Pierre is everything about sex with you?” Max asked.

[cowboyjen68]

Hey Jen, I hope you & yours are having a good Christmas and staying warm. I guess I just need some hope. My girlfriend broke up with me 10 days ago and I feel like a shell of a person. We were together for 3 years, and I thought she was the love of my life. Now it’s Christmas Day and I’m left to look at the empty place her stocking was that I hung not that long ago and feel overwhelmed by the memories of past holidays together while knowing that right now, she’s off spending the day with her new fwb. I can’t stop thinking about her, I feel like I lost my one chance at happiness. I can’t stop the constant thoughts of her with another woman, and it’s making me feel sick. I miss her so much. I miss her presence in my life and the way she felt against me. I feel like I’ll never want anyone else and she’s already found someone else to sleep with. I don’t know how to cope.

I am very sorry that happened. I had a FWB whom I loved dearly end it with me very suddenly, although I understood the "why" I didn't expect it to be so cold and sudden. My last girlfriend and I were still/are still very much in love but we can't be together so we broke up. I understand a little about the emotions you are feeling.

It as been over a year and I still have some of her things in my closet and I never rearranged her side of the room from when she stayed with me. The book she was reading is still on the shelf near her side of the bed. Sometimes I think about all the things we planned together and the sadness is over whelming.

I can tell you this. After the loss of my first girlfriend (at 29) I was sad and missed the comfortable things we shared. I didn't miss the things that we were incompatible about which included life goals, sex and living in the country. She thought she would love rural living and insisted on buying the house. She lasted about 4 months and was gone ending a relationship of 7 years. But the house was just the final part. On many levels I knew that what we shared was no longer mutual passion but familiarity and comfort. We both went on to find love, her in a long lasting marriage she still enjoys and me in several other women, my last girlfriend being the biggest and best love I have every experienced.

You will not be ready to move on yet and there is no reason to rush yourself or feel like you need to "put yourself out there". When you are ready you will know it and it will likely sneak up on you. In my experience we don't just get "one chance" and love comes in many depths and some relationships last longer than others. The value of your love with another woman is not based on time but the fulfilment you received from it.

You are still fresh in the pain, surprise, anger and sadness. Let yourself feel all of it. Observe the things you miss and no detail is too small to mull over. There might be not any way for you or for her to know what caused her to break it off. The end result is the same so there is no reason to go over the past for signs or to rehash every thing that happened to find a reason. Instead it is best to try to understand that you can't change what has happened but you can decide how to move forwards.

Put energy into yourself but it does not have to be right away. Grieve for a while. Start in your space. Move things around and remake the furniture or decorations in your home to suit you. Take one room at a time and really "see" things that you have not really noticed because they have always just been there. Manipulating our Physical space can make a big difference in helping us to heal. Do things you like to do that you could not when she was around. You get to decide. Being without someone can be less about being "alone" and more about being free to do as you please, if you let it.

I understand you are heart broken and lonely and feeling a deep loss at what could have been. I promise, time will fade those intense feeling and when you are ready to find love you will know it.

[nicotine-and-heartaches]

i don't think i'll ever forget that moment. i was 5 and in kindergarten. it was friday because i remember wearing my little p.e uniform in school. my mom was carrying me, holding me a little too tight seemingly afraid i would slip from her arms at any moment. my grandma was there too, both of them were with me at school. this wasn't really big of a deal, except that this never happened before. it was either my mom or my grandma who would bring me to school, never the both of them at the same time. and in my young mind, i knew something was up. so the moment i felt my mom's hold loosened, i locked my tiny arms behind her neck and held on tight as if my life depended on it. but i was just a kid and didn't have much strength compared to two adults. and before i knew it, i was already in my grandma's arms. i looked back at my mom, i looked at her in the eyes and i saw that they were red. people who know my mom would always tell me that i have the same dreamy eyes as her. eyes that always look sleepy. i would give genetics all the credits, only if i actually get enough sleep, but i don't. so majority of the time, if i wasn't high or drunk, i really am sleep deprived.

my mom's eyes were red and i knew that she was trying to hold a storm behind those. i stifled a sob and i am quite sure that same sob never found it's way out of my chest until now. i told her not to leave me, to stay with me until my class ends. she just got back a month ago after being gone all my life, i literally just knew about the woman who gave birth to me, she couldn't be leaving again too soon right? but she assured me that she'd just be at home, doing some chores. she promised me she'd be waiting for me and we would watch teletubbies once i get home just like any other fridays. she kissed me on the forehead and just like that, she's gone.

and you see this was the very first time someone broke a promise to me, and if i learned anything from this, you don't make promises to a child that you have no intention of keeping because chances are, it's going to scar them for life in every profound way possible. after school, my grandma and i went home. of course my mom wasn't there, all her things gone. i didn't cry, i told myself that she just went to our neighbor's house, completely pushing the apparent fact at the back of my mind that her cabinet was empty. i was afraid to ask my grandmother because i didn't wanna hear the truth that she left, again. so i just sucked it up and sat at my favorite spot in front of the tv and watched teletubbies.

i remember looking at my tiny feet, i have a small mole on my right middle toe. my mom does too. my grandma once told me that my mom was never meant to stay at one place, she's always moving, she has spent more time in different places than her own home. and I can't stop wondering, maybe my mom was a lost soul too, maybe that's why she's always on the move looking for herself. so the first time my grandma saw my mole she told me that i ought to do the same.  i looked down at my little toes, i couldn't stop thinking about my mom, where was she or when was she going back. if she wasn't meant to stay at one place just like my grandma told me, she should have at least brought her daughter with her. or maybe, she didn't really want to be around me because after all, i am half my father.

i never saw her again until i was 12. she was gone for 7 years and everything that happened in between was all a complete blur. my brain moved too slow while everything around me moved too fast. i don't remember much of my childhood, the only thing i remember was having an imaginary friend and letting it go when i was 10 because my grandma told me i was already old to have one. i got my period when i was 9 so i was forced to grow up fast.

almost two decades had passed and i still remember every detail of that memory in my mind and everyday i am still learning how to grieve.

— alaska grace // mother why did you lie

[314angelic]

When your "friends" still talk to your rapist.

TW ! Sexual abuse, grooming, victim blaming, hurtful comments.

I've been wanting to make a post like this for a while now, on any platform at all, because I have the need to talk it about.

When I was around 2018, I moved to Germany with my parents, I suppose I was around 10. To my surprise, my male cousin, who was very good friends with my older sister (mind you they are almost the same age and when this whole thing was happening he was around 25), moved in with us because my dad had mercy for him, wanting to earn some money and such. I wasn't exactly against it but a few months ago before I moved, it was the first time he put his hands on me. And this whole cycle just continued actually. From when I was 10 until I was 12, and finally, they cut all contacts and it was just me and my parents.

He practically groomed me. Always telling me how talented I am and such, I was a very big fan of writing and all. I fell for it, of course, since I was a child. I didn't tell anybody until I was 14 because I was that scared. He'd always tell me that I'd get in trouble if anyone would find out, all of us. I believed him.

The first person to ever find out was my best friend. She was shocked, since, it was her cousin as well. She refused to talk to him from what I heard but it was a pity since he was literally her neighbour. She even slapped him. But then, me and my mother made the mistake to move to the city where he and many of my relatives were living. I didn't care at first, I just wanted to see both of my best friends, but it affected me more than it should.

Slowly, it for sure ruined me completely. I couldn't eat well or go to school normally without this whole thing completely haunting me and not leaving me alone one second. And that's when me and best friends stopped talking as well.

Only for me to learn that all of my close friends (let's call them Stacy, Stacy's brother and Ivy) were still talking to my rapist. Even if they knew what he did to me. It obviously broke me because I felt very betrayed. They couldn't forgive any of my little mistakes, but they were talking to someone who groomed and raped a child without a second thought. Stacy's brother was the one who threw unnecessary comments such as like (feat Ivy) :

"I'm not a little girl, that's why I keep talking to him" after I told him I feel uncomfortable for him to hang out with him.

"He's not a bad person, he still has some good in him" he yelled at me in my own home, but then his face dropping when Stacey said something like "what if he rap3d me?" Which was only a lie to test him.

"What do you want me to do? I can't just ignore him!" Said Ivy.

And it kept going on like that unfortunately. I am still somewhat friends with Ivy since she apologised to me over some things, but she didn't stopped to talk to him completely unfortunately, occasionally telling me how she watches Nana with him and such, and complaining about him which honestly, it just hurts.

I don't think it's normal to stay friends with someone who's a rapist, and you know it as well. It just shows how little morality you have and how you wouldn't care less until it's your own blood. I never understood why they gave up so much on me, especially Ivy since he only knew him for a few years while me and her knew each other since we were kids because our moms were best friends. With Stacey and her brother I somewhat understood, since they grew up with him because it's their cousin as well, but I still didn't fully understood it.

I had the courage to tell my mom about what happened when I was 14 and I got a "...I kinda knew about it but I wasn't sure" which obviously, was like a dagger in my own heart, because not even my own mother intertwined in some way or another. To this day, not many know of it unfortunately. I always wanted to report him and such but I was too scared. And I still am. Because my mom kept on telling me that she doesn't want problems and for people to slut shame me. Next year I am turning 18 next year, and well, from what I know, I don't have any chances to get him locked or anything because it was years ago anyways.

Now I am constantly living with the fear that he'll groom Ivy next since Ivy is a little younger than me, and he's very generous and friendly as always, always buying her stuff and you name it.

[bisluthq]

I generally just infodump about Taylor Swift in my submission, but I actually need some advice (or literally just to vent).

So, about a month ago I moved from Grade 10 (high school) to Grade 11 (college) and obviously it's been an adjustment period, but I'm starting to get used to things.

The problem is, like a week after I expressed to my best friend that I'd felt like our friend group (including her) were sort of just tolerating my presence, she texted me this LONG text basically saying that she's been trying to find the right way to say things, and that she really cares about me, doesn't want to hurt my feelings, how I haven't done anything wrong, but she's going through some shit and is really struggling mentally at the moment, and basically needs some space, and feels like she can't be there for me in the way I deserve.

I cried when I saw it, but I understood (and still do understand) where she was coming from, and was very supportive of what she'd said in my follow up messages. But since then, every time I've seen her at school she's been with out other friend, even though she said she'd expressed this to other people.

Me, her, and the other friend all share a maths class, and they've stopped sitting with me. The first time it happened, she texted me that night and was like, "fuck were you here today? I'm so sorry."

And to be quite honest, I'm upset, but I sort of feel like I shouldn't be. She's done everything "right", and done her best to make it clear I haven't done anything, but it still feels a little targeted, especially since when I told her about feeling ignored she was like, "I really think for your sake you need to get out more/talk to more people" but even that was phrased as nicely as possible.

It's all just a mind-fuck, and I don't what to do. I've just been hanging out with some other people I'm a little less close to and it’s been great, but she's my best friend and I hate not talking to her, even if I get why.

I think transition periods (middle to secondary; secondary to college; college to uni; uni to workplaces) often come with these sorts of complicated friend situations and it absolutely does suck. I think you’re justified in feeling a bit ticked off and it is - imho - a little bit personal (which is okay). By the sound of it, she wants to craft a bit of a new identity and strike outside her established comfort zone and you’d prefer to stay close and keep the status quo. That’s an impasse. I’d recommend trying to make some new friends and getting out your comfort zone too. You and her might reconnect in time, or maybe you’re growing in separate directions. That’s definitely sad but it’s a part of life. I’d focus on making new friends at college and your extramurals/part-time job. Be proactive. The people you like from college but aren’t close to - why not invite them to do something together? You aren’t close now but you might become close and it’s a chance to spread your wings and make new friends (which seems to be what she wants to do too). Neither of you are at fault - this is a really hard but normal thing to go through.

I had a similar situation actually partway into uni so not even during a life transition but basically a friend told me a similar thing. It was right after my ex and I broke up and I was sorta leaning on being very sociable and she and I had been friends since school and anyway I kept asking her if she wants to hang out and eventually she said to me that she feels we’re growing apart and should take some space from each other. Her and I actually went on to do the same postgrad course and we’ve hung out again but we’ve never been THAT close and yes it hurt a lot (her message was ruder than your friend’s btw) but eh she was probably right like we were growing in different directions and the close friendship was running its natural course. Didn’t make it hurt less but I wish her well and I’m glad I did manage to make a bunch of new friends at uni - many of whom are lifelong friends - which I probably wouldn’t have done if she hadn’t sorta given me that push and carried on focusing on like her and our other school friend and mutual friends with my ex.

allow yourself to hurt and mourn a bit but also go out and be sociable and make new friends imo!

[rebel-without-cause-x]

She Ain’t You II

I MIGHT do a part 3 to this one like I did with hungover, as I have an idea where this could go. Some storylines I end up getting more ideas for more parts rather than a whole book.

Adam Ruzek x Reader 

Part 1 Part 3

RUZEK MASTERLIST

It had been a year since you transferred out of intelligence and into the gang unit in New York.

You knew that after the night at mollys Adam broke it off with Belle and hasn't been with anyone else and also hasn't been his self since your fight. As you kept in regular contact with Kevin and Antonio.

As you sat at your desk your Sargent came over.

"I've got Hank voight on the phone wanting to speak to you"

"Thanks" you nodded picking your phone up. "Voight"

"(Y/L/N) how you doing kiddo" Hank asked

What people didn't realise was Hank was your uncle so the transfer was smooth and instant with the real reason hidden.

"I'm actually doing good" you smiled as you rested your hand on your swollen stomach.

"And how's bump doing?" He asked.

"I swear this little one is using my insides as a punching bag" you laughed "but it's worth it. Now why do I get the feeling this isn't a personal call"

"You know your uncle well then" he chuckled "actually I need your help on a case"

"Really" you groaned.

"Yes kiddo, we brought one of your cis in as her sister was murdered but she knows something and is refusing to talk to anyone but you" he said

"Okay I will clear it with my Sarge and will be on the first flight to Chicago" you said grabbing your personal phone and bag.

"Ring me when you land and I will come pick you up"

———

"So who actually knows you are pregnant?" Hank asked taking your gym bag from you.

"Urm you, Kev and tonio" you said zipping your coat up.

"You going to be okay around Ruzek?" He asked.

"I can't speak for Ruzek but I can be professional" you nodded.

"He might flip when he sees your stomach" Hank laughed.

"Let him, he isn't part of my life any more uncle Hank" you said climbing into the car.

———

You heard the guys laughing as they came up the stairs.

"I know them battered converse anywhere" Antonio laughed hugging me from behind.

"Hey tonio" you grinned spinning round to give him a proper hug but your bump got in the way.

"Jheeze this ones growing fast since I saw you a couple months back" he whispered placing his hand on my stomach as the baby kicked.

"Yeah and looking like a future boxer as well" you laughed pulling away from the hug.

"So Voights got me up to speed with the case, where is Jessie?" You asked.

You could have sworn Adam's eyes lit up when he saw you until Antonio moved out the way and his eyes fell on you stomach. Then it was a look of hurt and anger.

"She's in the interview room" Antonio smiled placing a hand on my shoulder leading me to the room.

"I told you I'm not speaking to anyone but (Y/N)" Jessie shouted.

"I know that's why we made some calls and got her to fly out from New York" Antonio nodded as you walked in the door.

"Now Jessie you need to tell me everything you know because I want to catch this son of a bitch" you said sitting down.

After 10 minutes you got all the information you needed to start figuring out who the murder was. As what Jessie didn't know the name of the guy just what he looked like and what happened between him and her sister.

This whole thing could have been done over FaceTime but you secretly thought this was part of Hank and Antonio's plan on getting yo and Adam speaking again, the fact it involved a case made it easier.

"So how long we got you for?" Kevin asked.

"Till this case is over" you smiled

"Good, hows your sister doing?" He asked.

"She's doing well" you smiled "especially now"

The rest of the shift went really well, nothing kicked off between you and Adam but the night was still young.

"Can we go for a chat?" Adam asked

"Yeah sure" you nodded pushing your self up following Adam into the locker room.

"I was gonna ask how things are going but judging by your stomach I know the answer to that" he sighed.

"Trust me Adam it's not how it looks" you whispered.

"It looks pretty obvious to me" he spat "so the roles have reversed I'm miserable and you've moved on. After that night I broke up with Belle because I knew I should have never broke up with you and I should have talked things through and literally the next day I came to find you but you had already left for New York and now you are pregnant and we haven't spoke for who knows how long"

He was pacing around the locker room.

"I'm not going to argue with you ok Adam" you sighed "I can honestly say I am still single because I do still love you and to be honest I think I always will"

"Didn't stop you getting pregnant though" he scoffed.

"Right ok you need to listen to me" you sighed "you remember that car accident my sister got in a couple of years ago"

"Yeah I still don't know how she walked away from that" he mumbled.

"Well her injuries were that bad she had to have a hysterectomy" you said as he sat down and you could see him piecing everything together.

"So the baby isn't yours?" He asked.

"No, I'm carrying my niece or nephew" you smiled softly at him.

Adam then realised that there still might be a slither of hope left for you two after all.

"I know I was a jerk and I actually hate myself for who and what I have become. Like I said I should have told you how I was feeling instead I ran and lost the best fucking thing that ever happened to me" he said as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "Is there any chance at all we can go back to how we was?"

"Adam" you sighed taking his hand in yours. "We both know we can't just jump back to how we was, even though I am still crazily in love with you"

"I know" he sniffed.

"I'm not ruling it out though, I think we just need to take things slow, like building the friendship back up slow. We haven't spoke in a year and the last time we did we both said things in the past we didn't mean" you whispered as you slid closer to him.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked.

"Let's take things day by day, I'm going to be going back to New York after the case and to have this baby and I think that will help us, being in different states as it means we can focus of building back up. Let's see where we are in 3 months time" you whispered as he lent his head against your shoulder.

"Can I give you a hug?" He mumbled.

You didn't say anything but opened your arms out pulling him into a hug.

Even after every thing that had happened being in Adam's arms still felt like home.

"Yo I don't hear any screaming so we all good in here?" Kevin said coming into the locker room seeing you and Adam holding each other tight.

"Yeah we are good" Adam nodded pulling away smiling softly at you.

[destinyc1020]

Exes need to think things through before getting back together especially during times of crisis (pandemic). Look at Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson, they got back together after 9/11 and shortly married a few months later. Definitely wasn’t the right person. They literally said 9/11 was part of why they decided to get back together.

Oh wow..... didn't know that. 🥴 Idk their story all that well, but didn't they date for a while right? And she was even a "Virginian" before she got married to him too?

I wonder what went wrong? 🥴

OK, I just Googled them lol and learned more about their rlshp. I had to look them up. 😅 According to this article, it sounded like she had broken things off with him because she wanted to focus on her album, and she also felt it was prob good for her to date other guys and see what else was out there? But then when 9/11 hit, she realized she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with anyone else. So, maybe you're right about 9/11 helping her to see or clarify what her feelings really were for him? 🤷🏾‍♀️ https://www.insider.com/jessica-simpson-nick-lachey-relationship-drama-timeline#2001-simpson-broke-up-with-lachey-and-they-got-back-together-a-few-months-later-4

She was also kinda young (she was like 19 when they first started dating maybe?), and he was older, so he was prob ready for more of a commitment with her, but she prob wasn't, and maybe it scared her, so she broke things off with him? 🤷🏾‍♀️ It almost sounds like the same exact thing that happened with Matthew Lawrence and DWTS dancer Cheryl Burke (their love story is always so interesting to me). I think Matt wanted to marry her years ago when they dated the first time, but she felt things were moving too fast and broke things off. Now they're married after like 10 years after their breakup lol. 😅

Anyway, turns out that Nessica (lol) were off and on with each other for like 3 years before tying the knot. (To me that's not a good sign number 1 if you're always off and on 🥴)

Then, an article said that she was 22 and he was 31 when they tied the knot. 😳

I had no idea he was THAT much older than her! She was kind of young too at 22 getting married imo. A guy his age prob should have been looking to marry a woman 27-30 years old if he was already 31. We women change so much in our twenties. Not only that, but he was almost 10 years her senior. It may work for some couples, but for others, it might be a bit of a hindrance when the younger spouse is as young as 22. 🥴

Interesting story Anon. You made me do some digging lol. 😅

But yea you're right, all exes def need to think carefully about getting back together. I always say that it depends on WHY the two of you broke up in the first place, and whether you two have done some self reflection, made some changes, etc. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Sometimes two ppl break up cuz they just can't see eye to eye on an issue on their future life together. It happened to one of my friends. They broke up cuz he wanted to be more stable, and she wanted to see the world, and travel more. Well she did travel after she broke things off with him, but then couldn't stop thinking about him on the trip lol. 😅 So needless to say, they got back together, got engaged and are now married lol.

So, sometimes some couples break up not because they stopped loving each other, or for fundamentally wrong reasons, but maybe they just needed time to sort things out on their own? Then they get back together. It happens a lot actually.

[iamdorka]

IMAGINE 'Make the reaction of Colson knowing that it will be dad!!'

When I first saw this requests I thought I had no idea what to do with it... then I wrote this. ❤

- So he doesn't know that I am here? - Casie asked when I picked her up from the airport and we got in my car finally.

- Did you tell her that you are fyling to us? - I asked narrowing my brows looking at her.

- Nope. - she answered with a sneaky smile on her face.

- Then he has no clue... he will got here around 9pm so we have time and we need that... oh Lord we need that.- I admitted to the 10 years old sitting next to me but the last couple of words I murmured to myself while kinda started to feel again that strange and frightening feeling which was inside me last couple of days.. and weeks. Nobody knew my secret. Nobody except my sister and I knew she would not tell it to nobody because if she would do that she just could say goodbye to her life.

- Do you want me to guess this secret of yours Y/N? Would it help your anxiety? - she looked at me while touching gently my fingers.

There are sometimes when I can't believe that this girl next to me is only 10 years old. She is so much wiser than any other little kid, her dad really could be proud of her and this is the reason why I thought that she should be here when he will got home and I will tell all I ever wanted.

- My secret? - I asked back being quite surprised because to be honest I thought I were doing a good job at hiding all of my emotions.

- I'm 10... not dumb. I feel that you wanna say something kinda important to me... - she wanted to continue his speaking but I cut her off as I suddenly parked on the side of the road and without even thinking I said what I said.

- I'M PREGNANT. - I closed my eyes and said it so fast that there was a chance that she didn't even heard it. I felt that my heart started to pound so fast that I thanked myself mentally that I stopped the car before even getting anywhere.

- And... is it a bad thing? Why are you crying? - she asked and I just couldn't not look at her because her words were so pure like they were saying 'Look at me' without even saying it.

- Am I crying? - the thing is I didn't even noticed it until she said so.

- Yeah... you are. - she said as she put her hands on my lap like she was trying to calm me down.

- I planned the whole thing... I wanted to take you out for lunch and then say this to you. That's why I flew you out today.... because I wanted you to know this first because I know how much he loves you and... you are his world and what you think... is really important to me... to us. - I was straight up sobbing during my whole impromptu speech while literally forgetting how to breath or even blink. My heart was full and so heavy.

- He will be so happy. - she broke her silence. - As I am... - she added this because she probably saw on my face that I was still scared as shit.

- Really? - I had to ask... I just had to.

- Y/N... he always wanted a second one... and he will be so happy that he will have with you. I'm so happy that he can share this experience with you. And the fact that you wanted to say this to me first... I appreciate it. - she said and it didn't really take her like 2 seconds she was in my lap hugging me like there were tomorrow.

- Girl... How did you grow up this fast? - I asked and I literally felt her support through her body.

- I think they are right when they say I'm an old soul trapped in this body. - she said laughing.

- Oh girl... - and I could not help but smile too because in her eyes there was the truth.

- So I'm gonna be a big sister? - she asked looking in my eyes.

- It seems so... - I admitted and slightly touched my belly... which started to show a bit but I had my way to hide them... for now.

- Okay... this silence is scaring a bit. - I heard his voice from the balcony where we were silently sitting with Casie keeping our little plan moving.

- You are home? - I was the first who left our place and started to get closer to him when I knew he was almost out.

- Very funny. - he said smiling looking at me like I was doing something unexpected. He probably waited for me to jump on him first time I see him... and I will probably doing that if... if everything turns out great. - So you didn't miss me at all? - he asked as he was getting closer to me ditching all of his belongings what he was still holding.

- I could have done a few more weeks without you. - I said jokingly while having a really serious staring contest with him.

- Liar. - he didn't even blink and in like a second he close the distance between us and pulled me in a kiss which ended up me jumping on him.

- Welcome home touring boy. - I said while holding onto him like I never planned to let him go. - I got something for you. - I said framing his beautiful face in my hands.

- Hope it involves you naked. - he admitted not letting me down from his holding.

- Actually... a few month ago it did. - the last part of the sentence was never spoken out loud.

- What are you working on out there? - he asked as he started to walk towards the balcony with me in his arms.

- You may wanna let me down... - I said this to him but he didn't even cared about that... until he saw who I was there with.

- Casie? - he asked strangely not really knowing what was up.

- Hi dad. - she said, waving at him as she kept painting that t-shirt not really minding him but I knew her acting was just the perfect, the needed one and I was already considering givin her an Oscar for this. For me an ambulance would be better because my heart was pounding so hard but that's another tale to tell.

We were working on the balcony floor with Casie. This was my plan, our plan. We were painting some really specific, costumized t-shirts for this little family and we were waiting for him to walk on us.

- Okay... this is weird. - he stated looking at me then at Casie.

- You are not even curious what I'm painting? - Casie asked casually.

- First I would be curious about... how did you get here? - he asked but I didn't say a word. I just waited there patiently letting him putting together the pieces of the puzzle.

- By plane? - she asked as sassy as she could and I almost died there.

- I figured out that you didn't walk here...- he said as he getting closer and closer to her because he wanted to welcome her properly with a hug at least. While doing this he was givin me those looks when he has not a single clue what was going on. - You two have to explain me what's going on here... but first let me... - and then he saw what she was working on.

His face was confused as hell. At the moment Casie was painting her own t-shirt with the words: 'number one Baker big sister' because we already had done his t-shirt.

- Why are you painting t-shirts this late at night? - he sat down next to Casie looking at me still confused.

- Because we want to? - Casie asked and I almost cracked. - We even made one for you too. You wanna see it? - she continued then she looked at me and I gave her the green light. Luckily I was standing next to the wall because I needed its support. I was about to lose it bad.

- Ohm... Yes? - he asked not knowing a thing... and then he saw what he saw.

- 'Drinking for TWO'. - he read it out loud then he looked at me and he could just see I was already wearing mine.

- 'Eating for TWO'. - I said quietly as I touched gently my belly not breaking our staring contest.

- Is this really happening? - he asked and I think he just forgot how to breath... or even exist anymore.

- Oh definitely... - I smiled but inside I was so dead that I was ready to pass out. He didn't really say anything and the look on his face was... indescribable. - Unless...

- I'm gonna be a dad? AGAIN? - I think the life just came back to him because in like a second he was already stood up next to me.

- Yeah... Why do you think we did this family collection? - Casie too stand next to us slowly.

- Is this really real? - I think he literally was scared to touch me because his hands were shaking when he touched my belly.

- Fucking real Baker. - I winked at him and there and then I lost it. I started crying because I couldn't keep up anymore with all of these heavy emotions.

- You just made my homecoming the best one yet. - he said as he kissed me, hugged me, closed me in his arms doing all of the above.

- Really? - I asked sobbing.

- I can't even put in words how happy I am... Like... I can't... - he said and pulled Casie in our hug too.

- I told you Y/N... I told you...- she added happily accepting our hug.

- Did you really doubted in me? - he asked with a smile so bright that my heart just couldn't take in.

- I was scared as shit... - I admitted and he just started to kiss off my tears from my face.

- But you don't have to be... or at least... we can be scared together. Okay? - he asked me with the most honest, most gentle, purest smile on his lips with the one that made me fall in love with him.

- Okay...

[ma-gic-gay]

Knock Before Entering

If Chase had simply knocked before he went in that room, there would be nowhere near as much awkward tension right now between the three of them.

But alas, he hadn't knocked and they were all in an uncomfortable position.

Let's set the scene: Just an hour ago, Michael and Willow had made their marriage official. In Wiley's playroom they were supposed to be painting stars on the ceiling in so their son could have stars to see when he was an astronaut. He was going to be one when he grew up and so they had begun painting them when the annulment papers had came in.

Instead of annulling their marriage, however, they'd finally said everything they felt about each other to each other- and acted on it. Several times.

They'd decided to go again and were making out like fifteen year olds when Chase barged into the room.

The mood had never been killed quicker.

Glaring at Chase, Michael and Willow threw on their shirts and tried to look somewhat presentable as Chase was standing there awkwardly, looking at everything but the sight in front of him. Willow blushes a deep red color, more embarrassed than upset. For her especially, this is an awkward situation.

When everyone's fully dressed, she excuses herself to go find Wiley. As she leaves, Michael's glare returns, as well as his bulging neck veins. "You wanna explain what you're doing here right now?"

"Brook Lynn and I made a deal where if she and Ned talked, I'd talk to Willow," Chase explains, clearly digging himself deeper and deeper into the hole he's created.

"Why are you and Brook Lynn making deals? And what do you have to say to Willow?" Michael asks.

"We're friends. For God's sakes, she's living on my couch! So, since we both have things we don't want to do but should, we made this deal. She tries to work things out with her dad and I tell her how I feel."

Confused, Michael asks, "What do you feel for my cousin that involves Willow?"

"No, not Brook Lynn. She's great, and very interesting, but I don't feel that way about her. We're just friends, nothing more. The deal was I tell Willow what I feel for her. Willow, she told me you two were getting an annulment so I thought it was my final chance to tell her how I feel about her."

Taking a deep breath, Michael asks, "And what do you feel for my wife, Chase? Please, tell me. I'm dying to know. I'm dying to know how you feel about her."

Chase can sense the anger in his tone as he says, "I love her. I-I know what you two-"

"You cheated on her with Sasha. The two of you broke our hearts when you did that, and I don't think you can say you love her if you can have an affair. I get that your conscience might not have let you date Sasha afterwards, but you still managed to cheat on her while you were supposedly in love with her. It's been months Chase, months since the affair," Michael reminds him. "So don't tell me you love her when you broke her heart and didn't care about that. Don't you dare do that."

"I didn't have an affair with Sasha! We faked it for the custody case, so you two would get married and keep Wiley safe from Janelle and her manipulations," Chase exclaims loudly.

Suddenly, everything comes to a halting stop. How loud was he, could Willow hear? Could Brook Lynn hear? What had he just said? The affair was fake?

Willow walks back into the room, confused. "What did you just say?"

"Willow, I love you. Sasha and I never cheated on you and Michael, we made up the affair because you two needed to get married for Wiley's sake. Now that you're getting annulled, I thought this would be my last chance to tell you that I love you and I don't know if I'll ever stop loving you. I need you to know that I still love you." The look on Chase's face is one of anxiety, but it's obvious he's telling the truth.

"You two were making out on a couch! That's still cheating, you just didn't have sex. Do you want an award? Some applause? Chase, you broke my heart. You broke Michael's heart. I've moved on and I don't love you anymore. It's best you move on too," Willow explains to him.

Brook Lynn opens the door, seeing the three of them in an awkward conversation. "We heard yelling from Chase and it was decided I'd be the best to come up here and figure out what's happening."

Angry, hurt, and annoyed, Chase kisses the Quartermaine girl intensely. Is he using her? Only slightly. The kiss feels right though, and so they pull away moments later breathless. Neither were expecting that to be... That. For a first kiss, it was a solid 10/10.

Anger fuels through Michael as his cousin actually kisses him back. "What the fuck are you two doing? Chase, you love Willow but somehow you're making out with her? You can't make a decision for the life of yourself. When you chose to play god with all of our lives, you knew what you were doing. And now you don't want to deal with the consequences of your own actions."

"Michael! I'm an adult, I can take care of myself. Look, I'm fine, alright? That was the first time him and I did that," Brook Lynn reassures him and his breathing calms slightly.

There's a pause before Michael's anger at Chase continues to spew, uncontrollable. "I can't believe you! Saying you're in love with my wife one minute and the next you're making out with my cousin. Brook Lynn, I trust you can take care of yourself, and I trust you told the truth. But Chase, how can you do that? How can you break someone's heart and then say, months later, that you love her? Tell me, please. I'm begging to know. Maybe I can break someone's heart who doesn't deserve it like you did!'"

"Look, let's all take a deep breath before we do anything we're going to regret," Willow suggests, bringing Michael back to reality: they're still in the playroom, trying to solve a problem. With annulment papers conveniently somewhere around here if they so choose to get them and sign.

After that momentarily breather for everyone, Chase says, "I do love Willow, and I think you might love Sasha still, Michael. Things could go-"

As he says that, Michael can't hold back and, neck veins bulging, punches Chase. It's a good punch, one Jason taught him to throw years ago. There are perks to having your mother's best friend being a hitman and your father being in the mob, and one is punching lessons. Well, really more self defense lessons, but still. It's a perk to growing up in dysfunction.

Chase and him fist fight for several minutes to the protests of Willow and Brook Lynn, who both were trying to stop it. But alas, nothing can stop two angry men from fist fighting each other like 12 year olds over an XBOX.

They finally stop the fight, both having taken good punches and thrown good ones. Fury burns in Chase's eyes as shame fills Michael. He let his temper get the best of him and this happened. "Look man, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown that punch and started that-"

The detective throws another punch, this time leaving a bloody lip. "Damn right you shouldn't have. But now, you're going to be arrested for assault."

"You do not want to arrest him. Arrest me," Brook Lynn suggests.

"As much as I'd like to, Brook Lynn, you don't have any grounds for arrest at the moment and he does," Chase reminds her.

"Chase, please don't do this. At the very least, let me take care of his bloody lip," Willow begs and Dante walks into the room.

Whistling, Dante says, "What the fuck happened in here? It smells like sex and Michael's got a bloody lip and Chase has what looks like a bruised forehead. Is this some weird sex thing I don't know about because if so I feel like it's illegal."

"Do not start that conversation or there will be more blood," Brook Lynn warns him. "But currently all I know is Chase told Willow how he feels and Michael punched him when he said that she still loved him and he still loved Sasha. But I'm guessing that the sex thing came from Michael and Willow, so I'm pretty sure that's actually encouraged in most religions. Also Chase made out with me."

"How much did I miss? But Detective, arresting him is a shoddy at best move. Trust me, I was with the police department for a while." Dante chuckles.

"Thank you for your input Dante, but I'm going to go and bring Michael to the station," Chase says before reciting the Miranda rights to him. "If you don't want him to be in jail tonight, I suggest you go to the police station."

"I feel like this is harassment and that that's how the commissioner will see this as well," Dante informs him.

But the protests of his family don't have any meaning as Chase handcuffs him and he's dragged out to the police car, absolutely silent while everyone sees him being arrested by his former best friend.

An hour later, Diane's there and clearly displeased with him. "Michael. I would expect this behavior from, say, Jason or Carly. They've actually both been in a situation like this at one point. Irony's a beautiful thing. That's not the point. You are supposed to be the good one! Not the one fist fighting people with no real reason except you're mad they're in love with your wife!"

"I know, I know. I overreacted to it and I'm sorry for that and I let my anger get the best of me which I shouldn't have and I feel like hell but it was so great finally punching him. But, in my defense, he also said false things that we'd already said we're false and made out with Brook Lynn after insisting they were just friends. And he gave me a bloody lip, so I'd say we're even," Michael struggles to defend himself. "Is it still bloody?"

"Yes, it's still bleeding. Carly, Sonny, and Jason have been made aware you're here, and I'm sure that you and Chase have very different sides to the story but, provided he drops the charges, you'll be let free. If he doesn't, someone will need to post bail money for you and this petty case will be taken to court."

Chase walks back into the interrogation room. "Michael, I think we can make an agreement. I'll drop the charges if you and Willow get annulled."

Diane steps in, chuckling. "This form of agreement seems harassing, as does the proposition in question. Detective, I understand you decided to arrest him on the grounds of assault but a jury or the commissioner will just see this as you harassing my client. Additionally, the annulment papers were received by them today."

"Diane, we're not getting annulled. We, uh, we decided we're staying together. Chase, he walked in when we were making out and then told us he'd lied about the affair and that he still loves Willow and so Brook Lynn came upstairs to figure out what was happening and he made out with her and I asked him how he could do that and he insinuated several things about my love life so I punched him, not hard, and he fought back so we had a minor fist fight and then I apologized for throwing the first punch because that wasn't smart or productive and he gave me a cat lip," Michael explains.

"Detective, I strongly advise you stop harassing Mr. Corinthos here because that's what it looks like to me. Willow can make her own decisions, that's her choice who she wants to be with. She is not to be sold as property."

Chase, exhaling, says, "You're right. I shouldn't have arrested him in the first place, and I'll drop the charges, but someone does still need to bail him out."

"What is bail set at?" Diane asks, smiling.

"$500. I'll alert his family, which is loudly congregated out there," Chase says, standing up from the table.

"Thank you," Michael smiles.

As Chase leaves, Diane's smirk widens. "What's this I hear about no annulment? Did your grounds for it become, how shall I say this, void?"

"Well, the Quartermaine's already know, why not you. Yes, we did decide not to get annulled. It isn't something either of us want, so sorry for wasting your time."

"It's your private life so I'm not going to dig into it, Michael, but for what it's worth, I wish you and Willow the best on your marriage. Trust me, she's probably the only woman who both of your families will agree is good for you and who can deal with the chaos that is your life."

"Thanks, I think," Michael chuckles as she leaves and he finds out his bail has been posted and gets uncuffed.

He walks out of the room, embarrassed but fine minus the bloody lip, and sees that there's a good fifteen people out there for him; Carly, who's pacing and talking to Jason very loudly, Jason, who's remind her they're at a police station, Willow, who's trying to just ignore the situation, Brook Lynn, who's harassing Chase about how he acted, Dante, who's smirking about everything that's happened, Wiley, who clearly isn't comfortable with this situation, Sonny, who's just scrolling through his phone, Diane, who's discussing something with a disinterested Sonny. Dysfunction at it's finest.

Willow looks up and sees he's there and runs up to hug her husband. "You're okay? Your lip's not bleeding, but are you sure you're okay and we don't need to go to the hospital right now to get you checked out?"

Chuckling, Michael says, "Willow. Look at me. I am fine. Trust me, I've been through worse than my busted lip and soreness. You have absolutely no reason to worry."

"You were arrested! For punching him over me! I feel like there was plenty of reason for me to worry and be upset," she smiles.

"Well, I promise you, I am fine and don't need to go to the hospital. Your overreaction is, though adorable, unnecessary right now. I'm fine, Wiley's fine, you're fine, and that's all that matters," Michael assures her.

Smiling, she quickly kisses him which is convenient seen by everyone there. "Promise on your life?"

"That's a bit extreme."

"Then you're going to the hospital," she declares as Carly and the adults are laughing. "What's so funny?"

"How casually you two just kissed. Yesterday, you were getting an annulment and today there's this. We clearly need to be caught up on what happened. Besides, your concern is just so much like a wife, you two really are married now," Carly laughs.

"I'm still making him get checked out at the hospital. Would any of you like to join me?" Willow asks, earning another chuckle from them.

"Sure, why not?" Dante chuckles as the rest of them minus Brook Lynn agree to join; she's doing a thing she does where she just stares blankly while you talk so you can't see her emotion with Chase.

"You are way too worried about me," Michael protests.

"You wouldn't swear on your life."

"You're lucky you're my wife."

"I am," she agrees as they walk out, him kissing her forehead. "And you're lucky I'm your wife."

"That I most certainly am."

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[c-atm]

jambud week: Alone/together prompt

Alone/ Together 

  "And that's how I got the red and black."

"Oh my god!"

It was a beautiful setting; Sunset in a field of sunflowers under a large tree casting shade over the two dream jam buds. Connie was sitting up, back to the tree with Steven laying his head  across her lap, telling her about his travels. Particularly, how he got his new red and black star shirt; it involves a goat, a flame, and a game of extreme hopscotch with an old man. The story had Connie in hysterics, doubling over in laughter. Just low enough for Steven to.. 

" Chu!"

"Ey, Bisky!"

Steal Connie lips for a second, making her blush before, pushing her hair behind her ear and giving him a bit longer one that his thieving move. When they broke apart  Connie rested her head upon his.

"Is it foolish to still not believe this is real? To be with you here, like this."

"After 10 months. Maybe...Heh, but take into account everything that happened before...Can't  really blame you, Dream Berry."

Connie couldn't stop the giggle that erupted from her from the new name. ten months,they have been meeting and seeing each other like this for ten months..and it's been wondrous. Meeting in their own personal dream once or twice a month. Trading stories with each other.

Connie told stories of her college studies in STEM and archeological studies, as well as her internship at a technological lab in Empire, and her part in creating a R&D in Little Homeworld. In her own words; She was doing her part to connect human and gemkind.

Steven told stories of his travels. The misadventures he had. The people he met, the people he helped, the people who helped him and the lessons he learned. The most important one was  accepting and embracing all of himself; the good, the bad, the surface, and the hidden.

Steven found her stories to be amazing. The things she were learning were completely over his head, but still it made her eyes glow with such vigor when she spoke about the robotics exhibition she went to, and her intro to physics class. He mentally decided to study it up himself, just a bit. If she really was gonna use technology to bring Humans and Gems closer, the least he could do was understand a bit of it. 

Actually tonight He also found himself surprised though when she spoke of her archeological studies. Her professor seemed to be someone who was big the mysteries of the world. Myths, legends...Conspiracies. In one particular  tale her professor brought some items from their personal collections. They happened to be discarded gem weapons, and one inactive but intact gem artifact, that he was going to officially reveal at a museum event.

Connie held her head in embarrassment, as Steven laughed as she told the story of getting the gems to run a heists to steal her teachers prize possession and switch it with a fake. It  seemed like it was a disastrous..but hilarious night.

"I missed a caper! A heist..You guys, even went undercover as staff"

"We almost got arrested."

"But you got away with it! Dream Berry! You lead a gem mission, cleared your objective and no one got hurt."

"Physically...the museum director's reputation took a hit...Still thank god, for that rat like gem mutant..Gave us a perfect chance to make the switch through all the commotion."

As for Connie, she was enthralled with Steven's tales of his world wide search for humanity, as he called it. So much more exciting and wondrous than her day to day. He's been to all types of locales; the Amazon, Stonehenge, the Great wall, Victoria fall, The castle of nobunaga. He went to Sri lanka, Maharagama to be exact and stayed with one of her Uṟaviṉar (cousins) for a few days.

 That particular story had her flushed and embarrassed, since it was one of her cousins who treated her like a niece; turns out Connie's one of the babies of the family.

Still his most telling stories were his visits to his mother's palanquin; he had visited a few times actually… The first time he went was out of blind rage..He left as soon as he came..The second time was just out of drunken coincidence. He told her about how he lashed out over her memory. Screaming how he hated everything she did and how cruel and untrusting and selfish she was, to not take any responsibility and to leave it all to him. He doesn't remember when he left but the next time he visited, there was a two feet crater nearby..

That time...He was tired and feeling a bit sick after getting out of a fight with a gem mutant. He didn't have the energy to do anything but step in the device and sleep. He did it for five days. 

During that time he got to experience it...His mother life as Rose quartz….All her choices, all the guilt, all the hollow victories..All the self- detrimentally and hate. For all the gems that were corrupted, for all the humans who got caught in crossfire, for her actions and inactions towards Bismuth and Spinel. 

He experienced her failures. Failure in trying to cure corruption. Failure In trying to understand and imitate human nature.  Failure in trying to release and apologize to Bismuth. Failure in trying to reactivate the galaxy warp to get Spinel. Failure to heal the earth. Multiple failures on all ends. Enough to make Rose self-dissipate and him to wake up.

From that point on, he would always sleep in it when he was in Korea. Every time he got new information. He discovered that she actually spent a good decade playing as a human named 'Diamond' after her self poofing. Blending in with them and going on her own journey of self-discovery. Falling in love with the earth and its inhabitants more, keeping them safe from the shadows from her own (while purposely allowing herself to be cracked), while invading her Crystal Gems. 

He also experienced two very important meetings in Rose's life. Her first meeting with Lion....She was there for his birth. A few years later she would meet, heal, and forge a strong friendship with an orphaned teenage girl.

 For two years they would be inseparable, almost family and learned from each. Rose would teach her how to fight, how to care and outsmart people, and to take care of herself.

The young girl; Sheva, would teach Rose how to face her failures, to deal with the results of an irreversible situation, and how to live for those who can't. Two years in Sheva found love from a man, that Rose approved of...As for Rose, she would be missing her own family; their separation was tearfully, but happy..

This would not be the last time they would meet, though. His mother would find that Sheva had lived a fulfilling life, gave birth to three kids and still loving her husband from the Maheswaran family, He unfortunately got to see Sheva pass as well and his mother second self-dissipation, the only way she could keep herself  to resurrect her friend.

From there the visions became pretty standard to what heard from the gems and dad. Her victories, gentle and flighty behavior, her overflowing love for all, completely  earnest and true...except for herself. She still hated herself. He saw what she didn't show. The times in her room. where she shattered her image over and over and over, using the full, horrifying destructive power she held inside. 

For the corrupted. For the war. For the earth. For humanity. For The Crystal Gems. For Homeworld. For the Diamonds. For Bismuth. For Spinel. For Sheva. For both Pearls. For Garnet. For Amethyst. For Greg.

For being unable to save them. To heal them. To be like them. To convince them. To apologize to and live up to her expectations. To get her from the garden and be the friend she deserved. To forgive herself for not bringing her back. For hurting one and silencing the other. For lying to them. For being unworthy of him. She did it because she loved them,  all of them.

Never did she strike for herself though. No for her, destruction was her penance to them all. Which is why she smiled when she dissipated for the third time.

"I was in Korea two weeks ago...I don't think I'd be going back to mom's palanquin anymore "

Connie looked surprised at the sad yet serene tone of his voice. She nodded, as she began to stroke his scalp, running her fingers through his locks. "You wanna tell it, Dreamscuit?"

"It's..Heavy."

"Everyone of these stories has been heavy..I can take it...Though I don't want to force you to.."

He kissed her to stop that thought. "I'll tell, but can we get into the right position first?"

Connie  gave him a smil before letting him sit up and allowing her to stand up, wiping the hem of her night gown as she did. He moves to the tree and sits straight up crossed legged arms open. Connie  gently sits in between his thighs as he envelopes her in his loving, Steven-y hold. 

" Ok So…"

 The last vision he got..Was short but probably the most important..His birth. He was told that he was born in a hardlight Rose that bloomed and broke away leaving him with her gem and that took about five minutes total. The Vision was everything that happened within that rose.

His mother was tired, teary, but for the first time was generally happy as she spoke. 

" My boy..My son, my extraordinary Steven. You're so human...You're so much more than I ever was. I love you..I adore you so much..Not even a minute year old and you did the impossible.."

She shifted from Rose to Diamond before continuing with a tender weak kiss to his crown

" Your mother is a horrible failure...I hurt a lot of people Steven, whether it was indirectly or directly, For a good cause or my own greed, It happened and I never was able to correct my wrongdoings..I tried so hard but failed in the end.. I failed at being a diamond, a leader, a rebel, family, a friend, a mentor, a lover, a human, a gem, and in the end, I hated myself. Thought myself, a worthless shard.."

She let a strained laugh out as she shifted from Diamond to Pink.

"Until now. This moment. Until you. You're  proof that gems are capable of change. Of being more than what they were programmed. You...You are the proof of that, someone so beautiful and brilliant being born from a janked clod like me, that's proof enough.  "

She shifted again back to Rose. She broke down again as she heard for the first and only time her sons laugh.

"I love you so much, you're gonna be amazing and I'm so sorry that I won't ever get to be here for it...But it's alright..I actually don't deserve such a gift.. Seeing..you..Your curly hair, bright brown eyes, button nose, happy bubbly laughter. It makes everything worth it, even if it's at the end of my life. 

You've changed my life and the only thing I can leave for you is a magic pink diamond  untarnished by me..and my defects, yours and yours alone. I'm sorry your mother can't give you anything better."

  She shifted again to Diamond. 

"I'm selfish still, shapeshifting just to spend more time with you. I'm sure a good mother would've already given their form and lives up. Of course, I have to want to have you and live.. See you grow and blow the universe away..Find a good partner to spend your life with..preferably someone like your father or Sheva. A nice, smart, strong Maheswaran  person would be perfect for you…"

She painfully shifted to Pink

Still whomever you bring into your life...Whether it's as a friend, a lover..as family. Make sure they are worthy of you..and if they prove that they are...Take care of them. Those people who care for you, cry for you, keep you from going too far and make sure you know just how special you are because you're you...The people who treasure you..Take care of them no matter what.

She shifted slowly back to Rose Quartz for the final time. Trembling, tearfully giving her son one last kiss on his cheek on his cheek. She was surprised when he grabbed her finger and squeezed. 

"One more thing...Take care of yourself Steven. Always take time for yourself. If you ever need to leave and be by yourself you do that. It'll help more than you think.. and Never hold back..Be angry, be happy, be loving, be spiteful, be however, whoever you want and need  to be. Whatever you do don't hide yourself from those who love you...Don't be afraid to show them your hurt and pain. Don't become self-destructive as I was...Most of all..live happily..Live truthfully….Live your life Steven, with your gem and your family. You're human, You're extraordinary..You're, you ...and that more than enough."

Rose smiled though deep sobs as she fell from her form glitching as was the dome.

"This is it.. I hope that you never hear my name, Steven. I don't deserve such a gift..but If you do..if you find out about wrongs and decide to discard me, I will still love you..My wonderful son..My truest love of all. Thank you for being you. For allowing me just for a millisecond to feel worthy of something, and I'm sorry you were born of a mother like me, at least you'll have  those who are truly worthy of you around."

As she was about to kiss his cheek one last time, she and the dome vanished in a brilliant light. Leaving A newborn Steven crying and reaching towards, where his mother once stood. 

He woke up from his dream reaching out, and for the first time since childhood, begging for his mother.

By the time he was done telling his story, Steven was already in a hold by tearing Connie. His tears soaking her nightie, while her ls rained on his head as she kissed his head and caressed his trembling back. Hearing him call for his mother, to apologize for his bereavement towards her with a sorrowful love was both heartbreaking and hope bringing, but it was welcomed. It was a sign that he no longer felt lost, confused, or alone. It was proof that he was like her in some ways..but it was not her worse ones and he could move on from her knowing that. 

They didn't move for a while as Connie hummed sweet tunes in his ear. Easing him to relax breathing. He reluctantly moved from her hold and sat  up looking at his Dreamberry, whose eyes were just as teary as his. He cupped cheeks and tenderly kissed her beckoning a melty moan from her. He broke away before resting his forehead to hers

"Thanks Connie. For being here."

Seeing that glow in his eyes made her heart skip a beat. " Of course. Wouldn't want to be anywhere else but with you. Even if it's just a dreamscape for now."

He smiled as she kissed his neck before resting against his chest. Looking down at his Dreamberry he brushed her head as she fell into a small slumber..She'll wake up before she wakes up here….

"For now but not much longer."

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The Forgotten - Chapter 20

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19

Elena paced the narrow space between the bed and the dresser. The cave house screamed luxury, but in terms of size it was a hovel in comparison the New Orleans home they had first shared.

She preferred it; he was only a handful of steps away.

She hooked her finger under her locket chain, pulling it from left to right.

She dropped it and slipped into the bathroom.

Through the steam she spotted the gleaming vanity and his watch.

The shower door slid open just enough for him to poke his head out.

"Did you change your mind, darling?” His eyes flickered down her pyjamas. "Decide to join me?"

"No," she shook her head, hopping up on the counter, “but I did change my mind. I want to know; I know I said I didn't want to know, but now I want to know."

"You came in here to discuss my ex?"

"I don't want the sordid details,” she rested her shoulders against the mirror and crossed her arms. "I do want information on her though, and aside from the witches you are the only one alive who can tell me anything."

He closed the shower door to rinse the shampoo out. The sordid details were part of what made Ariadne who she was.

"Are you truly considering doing this?" He turned his face toward the spray. "Killing someone?"

"You don't think I'm capable?" She frowned at the glass.

"I think you were hesitant to use the Devil's Star," he shut off the water.

"I still haven't, but,” she met his eyes when he stepped out, "I have traded one life to save another, and to preserve an innocent life I will do so again. Towel?" She held out her hand and he took the towel from where it dangled from her finger. "How old is she?"

"I turned her in the fourteenth century," he wrapped the towel around his hips, "and before you can ask, no, you can't take her. She is too old and too strong; you got a shot in because you surprised her."

"My bone breaking spell helped,” she smirked.

"I thought I heard her ribs crack." He snickered, placing his hands on her knees and curling his fingers around the sensitive skin behind. "That spell is the reason you won't get near her; she knows you're different."

"Then what is she? How am I going to get close?"

"I suppose I should tell you everything,” he rubbed the back of his neck. "She wasn't always like that. She was a witch, and I happened to enjoy her company."

"I bet you did,” her lip curled.

"Aw, don't be jealous, my love,” he tugged the lace edge of her shorts, "it was just a fling."

She glared and fought back a smile. "Neither you or Rebekah are funny."

"Agree to disagree,” he chuckled. "Her feelings ran deeper than mine; it’s how we learned to never turn someone who cares for us. I still don't know how Finn got around it; perhaps if he had been awake I'd have handled the situation better."

"Why is it a bad idea? You mentioned sire bonds. What are they?”

"Because the sired vampire becomes just that,” he sighed, closing his eyes. "After I turned her she took me to her coven, and this coven happened to worship an immortal condemned to eternal slumber. They said if he awoke he would unleash hell on earth, and they wanted to wake him because he would grant them power beyond imagining. I happened to like the earth the way it was."

"Is this the 'we slaughtered a coven and revelled in the blood story'?" She leaned forward, hooking her ankles behind his back.

"You know I hold witches in high regard,” he ran his knuckles down her cheek. "They make for the greatest allies and the worst enemies, and unless they pose a real threat I never harm them. These ones, though...” he sighed. "They had to die."

"I vented that night to Ariadne: 'Silas could never be allowed to rise' and 'every last witch in the coven needed to die’. I didn't mean it literally, but it didn't matter because she was sired to me."

His eyes glazed over as he gazed into the past. Her voice dragged him back.

"What happened?" She lifted her hands, cradling either side of his face. "Please tell me, or show me. Just don't shut me out, okay?"

He frowned and rubbed the dimple in her left knee. Centuries, countless languages later, and he still had no words to describe the carnage.

"Another Original,” he mused, "I'm not sure I could show you."

"All you have to do is let me in,” she searched his eyes; only closing her eyes when he nodded.

He took a deep breath and lowered his forehead to hers; a second later he felt her presence in his mind and summoned the memory.

Elena gasped, but didn't pull away as she saw the world through his eyes.

She stepped over an older man, barely noticing the dainty bite on his neck. The second body was the one that gave her pause. A wet rock rolled against his/her foot, and it took an embarrassingly long moment before she registered that it was a small heart; the compact body was that of a child younger than five. There were more bodies the further they went, some old, some young and a few barely out of the cradle.

Finally, after Elena lost count of the bodies, they found Ariadne soaked in blood and draining the life from a boy who could have been her brother; she grinned at them.

Elena pulled out of his head, blinking fast to adjust to the bathroom light. She felt his thumbs swipe away her tear tracks.

"I finished off what remained of the coven, but she wasn't the same after. I had unwittingly ordered her to kill the coven she had grown up in: brothers, sisters, cousins... children she helped raise and because she was sired to me she had no choice but to do it. Between the trauma and the euphoria of witches' blood she went a little crazy, and apparently developed a taste for it."

“You left her, didn't you?” Elena cleared her throat.

"I tried. She followed me here to Santorini,” he rubbed her shoulder absentmindedly; “eventually our indiscretions drew my father's attention. I knew my patterns, I knew she could never be reigned in, and I do know that I should have put her down."

"Why didn't you?” Elena chewed her bottom lip.

"Pity,” he met her eyes, "maybe a little guilt. I was young, darling. I didn't know what to do so I told her not to follow me because it was dangerous. It was my misguided attempt to spare her feelings. I thought eventually she would move on."

"And yet," she murmured, lowering her eyes to his chest. She drummed her fingers over his heart for a moment before speaking again. "According to the coven she's been plaguing them for centuries. Something tells me she's too smart to fall for a trap."

"You know," he thought of Ariadne, “a good trap is made or broken by the choice of bait."

++++

Locating Ariadne proved remarkably easy. The amulet she had worn since long before he ended her life dangled on the chain he had wound around his palm

The perfect personal effect led him to a patio on the side of the hill.

He looked to the left where the sunset stained sea and sky. He looked to the right where the walls glowed orange. Finally he looked forward.

She sat alone at a narrow table for two next to the railing; blood red nails traced the stem of her wine glass.

He couldn't have set the scene better if he'd tried.

Two months ago the whole thing would have been done in moments.

Now he needed to be smarter. He waited until she checked her phone before he stood behind her back and bent, whispering against her ear.

"So sorry to keep you waiting, darling."

She inhaled slowly, lowering her phone to the table.

"What are you doing here?” She watched from the corner of her eye as he circled around, dragging his finger along her shoulder as he went.

"I thought that was obvious,” he counted three couples in earshot and four more in his line of sight. He dropped into the opposite chair. "I'm here for you."

"Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "You left me five hundred and eighty-two years ago."

"Actually it was five hundred and eighty-two years, six months and twenty-three agonizing days," he held her gaze as the table vibrated.

"Do you really expect me to believe you were pining," hope flashed in her eyes, "after your little freak show of a girlfriend broke my bones, and you did nothing to stop her? I saw the way you were looking at that holier-than-thou bitch.” She crossed her arms and glanced around the room. "Where is she anyway? Waiting in the wings to magically break my bones?"

"Are you jealous of her magic, or of her?" He reached across the table for her hands, pulling them from her chest. "You don't need to worry about her."

"You looked at her like you'd been wandering in the dark all your life until she brought light into it."

He blinked, but quickly recovered from being stunned by the accuracy of the statement.

"She was nothing more than a replacement for you."

He rubbed the back of her knuckles with his thumb and hoped she didn't hear the way his heart jumped. "Why don't we go somewhere more private and discuss it? We could find the girl she saved and share a drink."

He stood and drew her to her feet, cooking an eyebrow and adopting sincerity. Vulnerability flashed in her eyes and he knew he was close.

They made it to the street before she spoke up.

"You left me,” she slowed her steps.

He could see the deserted alley beyond several dozen bodies. Too far away, not even the dropping darkness would help him get there without being noticed.

"You know I had no choice,” he lifted her hand to kiss. “Mikael was coming. I didn't want you caught up in my family drama; away from me you were safe."

"You never came back," she walked in step with him.

"I'm back now."

She spun, planting her hands on her hips. "Why now?"

He placed his hands on her waist and walked her into the alley, pushing her back against the cooling stone.

No sign of Elena.

"Mikael is dead," he stared down into her eyes. "It's safe for us now."

She chewed her lip. "What about her?"

"What about who?" He lowered his face until he felt her breath. Standing that close he couldn't make out her features beyond dark lashes. "I missed you," he dragged his mouth to her ear and whispered in a husky voice, "let me show you how much."

He felt the shudder race down her spine.

++++

"Out on your own...” Elena tipped her head back and sighed. "He's tired of you already."

"Go away Stavros," she ignored him.

"I'd never leave you," he followed.

Elena made a mental note to find the bastard who said ignoring your tormentors worked and rip him or her a few new holes.

The liar deserved it.

"You can't take a hint, can you?" She scoffed.

"You said you were with someone, but now you’re free."

He grasped her wrist, and yanked her into the nearest alley, pressing her into the wall.

"Do you have that short of a memory?” She glared up at him.

"No,” he smirked, "but I have excellent hearing. I don't have to worry about Kol Mikaelson any more since by his own admission you are nothing to him."

The words stung regardless of the situation.

"You're nothing to me,” she glared, shoving him. "Let go of me."

"I don't think so," he smirked.

"I'm warning you –”

He slapped his hand over her mouth.

"I'm warning you," he tapped her cheeks. “Let's call it a lesson in respecting your elders."

She shoved him, earning little more than a dark chuckle and a hand dangerously close to her breast.

She closed her eyes.

"Giving up so soo-"

A flick of her wrist, a snap of bone, and he dropped at her feet.

Opening her eyes, she glared at the man responsible for her tardiness. How many other women had he taught his 'lesson' to?

She dropped to her knees.

There would never be another.

++++

"What about that drink?” Ariadne's breath hitched. She tilted her head in the hopes that he would take the invitation.

"Later," he dipped, kissing the hollow of her throat. The wind shifted and he spun her around before she could catch the scent.

Ariadne giggled, and reached one hand behind to hold his neck.

"So how much did you miss me?"

"Such a skilled liar,” a feminine voice drifted on the wind. "I'll have to check later for a silver tongue."

Her eyes snapped open. Panic gripped her chest.

"What is this?” Her eyes narrowed, but before she could turn Kol sank his teeth into her neck. The scream bubbled in her throat.

Elena shoved her hand into the older vampire's chest, meeting her wide eyes as she squeezed the heart.

"Shame you believed him,” she tore her hand back, dropping the heart as he dropped the body.

"Darling," he nodded to her left hand, covered in blood, "who was that?"

"Stavros," she snapped. "Thanks to him I now know part of what you said to get her out here."

She grabbed his shirt, yanking him down and kissing him hard, licking the blood from his mouth. She broke away, breathing heavily.

"If you ever come up with a plan like this one again, I will scratch your eyes out."

"But then how would I see your beautiful face?"

"Kol,” she growled.

"You're adorable when you're jealous,” he grinned. "Come on, my love, lets get our information and then we can engage in purely possessive activities."

++++

She dropped the body in an unceremonious heap, taking no pleasure in the thump of dead weight on stone, but there may have been a tiny surge of pride, especially when the second body dropped alongside the first, but she was not about to let them see it.

She had no desire to give them a second vampire problem.

"Ariadne Sagona," she met Agatha's dark eyes, "as agreed; and a little something extra." Elena just held in the urge to kick the dead man in the ribs, but no amount of self-control could have stopped her lip from curling.

"And what was Stavros' crime?"

Elena's eyes flickered to a middle aged woman who she thought was named Sybil, but she couldn't be sure; there had been too many names that she didn't care to remember.

"He got a little handsy,” she lifted her blood covered left hand, “so I returned the favour." She felt Kol stiffen.

"He put his hands on you? He put his hands on you after I warned him?” Rage flashed in his eyes.

“I had it handled," she twisted just enough to see his face. “He really should have specified which organ he wanted me to squeeze."

She returned her attention to Agatha. "I've upheld my end of the bargain, now it's your turn. What do you know about the Harvest?"

Agatha inspected the body between them, kneeling to scrutinize the gaping hole in her chest.

"It's a sacred ritual where we give back to the ancestors an offering of blood."

"I know that part,” she rolled her eyes. "You sacrifice four witches and their magic flows into the earth. I want to know if they come back. I want to know if there is a way to stop the abundance of magic from killing the last girl."

"There is no stopping that which is begun,” Agatha's brows drew together. "Once it has started it must –"

"Be finished,” Elena waved her hand, dismissing the words she already knew, “or else the ancestors will shun the living and the magic will destroy the coven. Does it at least work?"

She didn't want to sacrifice a girl to save the city, but if it came down to one life for millions she knew the choice she would make; no matter how painful.

"You must have faith,” Agatha murmured.

"I'd rather have knowledge,” she growled.

Agatha slowly rose to her feet.

"The only person who could tell you is someone who lived through a Harvest, and the only person who saw one is laid out for viewing,” she motioned to the floor.

Elena froze. Her vision tunneled until all she saw was Ariadne surrounded in a haze of red. Her voice twisted, morphing into sounds she barely recognized as her own.

"What?"

Kol placed his hand on the small of her back.

'You knew what I wanted," she seethed. Electricity crackled over her skin. "You lied to me!"

A lightbulb surged, exploding in a shower of paper thin glass, but only Kol knew the source.

Agatha pulled a piece of glass from her palm, frowning up at the empty socket.

"I promised you information for Ariadne's death, and I have delivered on my end. Now you must leave,” she pointed to the exit, "we have rituals to prepare."

Elena's eyes narrowed to slits and flooded with blood. She knocked away Kol's hand with all of the strength she would have used to swat at a fly and lunged.

Kol might have stopped her if the act hadn't stunned him.

As it happened he could only watch Elena bite and rip, and listen to the horrified screams. Constantine tried a spell, but the beginning of the incantation broke Kol from his reverie.

He yanked Constantine's head to the left, and sank his teeth into his neck. It took seconds to drain him, but in that short time Elena had slaughtered every witch in attendance and torn Agatha apart.

She had taken out the final three elders, and that brought a smile to his face, but he worried she would regret the actions later. Then he saw her face and second guessed himself.

A near euphoric light shone from her eyes, made even brighter by her giddy smile.

Drenched in the blood of those who had wronged her she was magnificent, so when she kissed him he didn't fight it.

When she pawed at his clothes he sped them to the house.

When they cracked the walls he pushed her down on the dining table.

When various pieces of furniture laid in blood stained ruins he took her to bed.

And when the full moon was gone and sun woke them, when she saw the blood, when their high had passed he held her trembling body.

"What did I do?” She sobbed, clinging to his chest. She saw them behind her eyes, all three of them. Would she have killed more?

"What did I do?" Would she have stopped if the teenager had been there? Could she have? "I k-k-killed them."

He rubbed one hand down her spine, used the other to lift her chin and kissed the tears from her face.

"They played you – played us – for fools, Elena," he rubbed his thumb under her eye. "They used us, and in my opinion deserved worse than they got."

Tears shimmered in her eyes, threatening to fall.

Kol sighed and sat up, pulling her with him and idly wondering when and how the blood had smeared on her stomach.

"Ask yourself this," he used his fingertip to turn her face from where they had smeared a K and E on the once pristine wall. “If I had killed them all, would you be upset?"

"Of course not," she sniffled. "You wouldn't have without a reason."

"Exactly,” he smiled softly, and kissed her brow.

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Good morning

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: cheating, insecurities, lies, angst, misleading storyline?? This one is long

Summary: when Bucky stops texting his long distance girlfriend good mornings each morning she gets suspicious, going back to America to visit him she's in for a surprise she had never expected.

A/N: guess who's writing again? No one because no one guessed because like 3 people will read this and it will be dead forever *shrug* I feel like this storyline is really misleading so, sorry? Also AOS is a main theme for this but if you don't watch the show it really doesn't matter

This is Bobbie btw for anyone who wants to know what she looks like for this

It had been over a year since you had seen your boyfriend, well properly seen your boyfriend, moving back to England was a hard decision for you but you knew it was the best one, you knew that taking the promotion was the best thing you could do but your mind was still constantly plagued with insecurities and worries, but you knew Bucky wasn't like that, he could never? Could he?

It had started about 3 months ago, his usually cheerful morning texts which never failed to bring a smile to your face had stopped, almost ceased to exist, from his constant hey, baby! How's my gorgeous girl? To his babyyy! Wake uupp! It's been too long! Facetime me when you're free my pretty doll. his morning texts had fallen to a simple hey or I'm busy we'll talk later and the main fact he never bothered to text first anymore had caused your usual insecurities to skyrocket, why did he never have time to send you a simple hello anymore? Or more importantly who meant he didn't have the time?

Your phone buzzed as you say in bed, mind plagued by thoughts, you immediately shot up, hopefully Bucky had gone back to usual? Opening your phone you had found a simple text from your boss Phil 'meet me in the headquarters at 10', why was Phil in England? More importantly why did he need to see you?

Standing up you prepared yourself for the day to come.

"Hey y/n/n!" Your good friend and teammate Bobbi chirped as she brought you your regular morning drink

"mornin' Bob" you slurred out as you wrapped your coat around your frame tightly, shivering as you took in the very open windows.

"someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Argh! No! Stop throwing things at me!" Hunter shrieked as Bobbi began throwing pillows at him.

"Wow, adorable couple" you mumbled as you took in the pair, after getting remarried the pair had fallen deeply in love once again, you wished you could have that but unfortunately being the director of S.A.B, shield associations Britain you barely had the time to speak to Bucky, yet alone the time to break up with him or move on, whereas normal couples may have fallen apart you were way to busy to even think about dating or parties or even making new friends, you stuck to your own lane.

"hunter! Barbra!" A familiar, fatherly voice boomed as the familiar figure of Phil Coulson stepped into the office, taking in the pair he hadn't seen since Russia "I thought you two were never coming back to shield?" He grinned happily

"we could never leave our dear y/n alone in a country! She's so far into work she hasn't even been shopping yet!" Bobbie exasperated "and please, Phil! Dont call me Barbra! Barbra is far worse than any possible nickname you could give me!" The blonde grinned cheekily

"Bobbie, stop being so dramatic, we went shopping last month!" You shook your head playfully as you took a seat at your desk, gesturing for Phil to sit opposite you beside Hunter -who had perched himself happily onto one of the plush leather chairs-

"I need you to come back to New York for a while" Phil stated softly

"what? Really? Ohmygosh nofreakingway!" You shrieked happily

"English, y/n/n!" Hunter playfully chided, wagging a finger at you as you practically glowed, you had missed your friends and especially Bucky.

"when?" You asked excitedly

"next month, I'm sending agent Piper to hold things down till you get back here" Phil smiled at the young woman, barely reached her late 20's and still so experienced yet full of life. A small smile graced his lips as he watched the h/c girl jump up and start rambling.

• time skipy•

The buzz of the quinjet filled your ears as you stepped off, e/c orbs wandered as you took in the familiar tower in which your boyfriend and some of your closest friends lived, sighing deeply you grabbed Bobbi's hand and quickly guided her to the doors

"nervous?" She asks over the low rumble of the quinjet ascending back into the air and back to the main s.h.i.e.l.d base. Turning your head to face Bobbi you opened your mouth to deny but quickly remembered how useless it would be- you knew the spy since s.h.i.e.l.d academy! She knows you better than you do and vice versa

"I don't know why, b! I mean I'm going to see some of my best friends AND my boyfriend!' you blurted out exasperated, anyone walking past might have looked at you like you're crazy but Barbara Morse was your best friend in the entire world and she had seen much worse than you screaming out into the rough winds.

"y/f/n" she stopped walking abruptly piping your linked arms backwards with her "has Bucky been acting weird with you?" She asked inquisitively, shrugging you immediately regretted not speaking to her about Bucky before, she would have helped. "Oh y/n/n; you didn't you tell me? No wonder you're so skitterish today! Whatever it is I'm sure it's nothing too big, Bucky loves you and I can even tell that without meeting the man! He's probably on a mission or something, he IS an avenger" Bobbi calmly rubbed your back as she spoke, guiding your hand to the identification scanners.

"thanks Bob, you always know how to make me feel so much better. I love you" you sighed dreamily, aiming to annoy the woman "oh you cow! Stop being so corny!" The blonde laughed aloud and she lightly smacked your hand, walking into the escalators you began calming your nerves, you felt like a giddy teenager going to her first date. And you hated it. The fact that a few stupid texts had lead you into this trivial paranoid stage had fully set into your mind. It was Bucky for god's sake! James Buchanan Barnes, the same James who stumbled over his words when asking you out, the same bucky who arrived an hour early to pick you up for said date and almost died when he realised, the same Mr Barnes who quit the avengers (although for 10 minutes) to be with you. He was your Bucky and you don't need texts to know that.

As the elevator doors pinged open you and Bobbie stepped out and into the large lounge which occupied the avengers.

Looking up Steve's mouth gaped open before jumping up and accidentally flipping the table over as he ran towards you "Y/N/N! YOU'RE HERE OH MY! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG! I MISSED YOU!! AND IM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW HE-" Steve blabbered out as he squeezed hugged you tightly, barley taking in anything he was saying you were quick to end his ramblings

"'tevie! I've missed you and all but shhhh inside voices remember" you laughed as the soldier nodded looking like a lost puppy

"sorry y/n/n but I've missed my best friend so-" this was when Bobbie felt to make her presence known "hold up! Wait a minute! If anyone is y/f/n's best friend; it's ME. So sit down mate, she's mine" bobbie stated proudly, reminding you of your (then) puppy when meeting Bucky

Shaking your head you introduced Bobbie and greeted everyone else, sitting down inbetween Pietro and Wanda you looked around the room, the obvious man who wasn't in the room still plagued your mind "hey,guys where Bucky?" You asked with a small smile, the avengers a looked at you as if you'd grown 2 heads "what? Can't I see my boyfriend?" You laughed, greeted with silence you stood up "I check I'll check his room then?" You asked wearily before all but sprinting our the room, barely noticing how the room erupted and bob and Steve had run after you.

The elevator door closed as soon as you stepped inside, you were so confused, why was everyone so shocked? Especially when you called him your boyfriend? And Steve looked mortified! Taking a deep breath you stepped out and walked to your "boyfriends" door

"hmm yes buck!" A feminine voice sighed from the room as you neared it, stopping about a step away from the door you could almost feel the tears gathering in your e/c orbs, pushing them away you stopped to listen...not a sound came out, your mind must have been playing tricks surely!

Gulping a big breath of air you stepped forwards and opened the door quickly "Bucky! Surprise! I'm- Oh my god" your playful tone turned quiet and lifeless and you took in the scene Infront of you, bucky laying almost naked ontop of a scantily clad Natasha

•

Steve knew something was wrong the moment you asked for Bucky, why would she ask where Bucky is? Bucky had told the team he broke up with her to date Natasha MONTHS ago, then y/n called him her boyfriend and the entire team was stunned as it dawned onto steve.

Bucky didn't break up with his girlfriend, he was cheating on her with Natasha whilst the girl was off being a good person in England.

Steve quickly ran after his friend, Bobbie following shortly after as they attempted to keep up with the h/c girl, when the elevator doors closed quickly the man knew he was far too late.

"Rogers? Care to explain?!" Morse snapped as she stared up at the giant of a man

"buck...no" too in shock to believe Bucky, HIS Bucky would do this, words Jumbled and the man leaned against the wall awaiting the lift to come

"spit it out Rogers! If something is wrong with my best friend I need to know!" Barbara placed a hand onto the blondes arm, staring into his eyes as she searched for answers

"Bucky said they broke up, he's been seeing natasha since October"

•

Bucky knew he'd messed up, quickly scrambling off of natasha and throwing the blanket over her barely clothes body the ex assassin stared up at his girlfriend...well ex now he guessed

"you... little...I can't even.." you gasped out as you stepped back into the hallway

"y/n! Baby no!" He cried running after you

"OH FUCK OFF BARNES" your calm yet betrayed tone turned Malicious as you turned too him in a rage and screamed, the other avengers at this point had caught up and we're watching shocked, they had seen your angry side of the field or in life or death situations (or scariest of all, during monopoly) but never had you ever screamed or raised your voice at any of them and here you were fists clenched and body shaking as you stated at the man Infront of you.

"YOU ARE HONESTLY THE MOST EVIL MAN I'VE EVER MET! WHILST IM OUT THERE WORKING SO HARD FOR SHIELD YOURE WHORING AROUND WITH THAT SLAG?!" You screamed, natahsa at this point had stepped out and stared at you in shock

"Hey! You want a punch, bitch?!"

"she's not a slag!" The pair yelled at the same time, this just fueled your rage.

"OH FUCK OF! DON'T KID ANY OF US NATASHA YOU SLEEP YPUR WAY THROUGH LIFE AND YOU BARNES IM SURPRISED YOU EVEN GOT NATASHA SEEING AS YOURE SO FUCKED UP I'M EVEN SURPRISED YOU GOT ME!" you had no idea where this was coming from but rage and pain from all these few months had come crashing down on you

Feeling a familiar and protective arm wrap around your shoulders you expected the figure to pull you away, or hug you, or calm you but no- Barbra Mose does NOT tolerate betrayal and most certainly not when it's directed at her best friend

"you're surprised? Babes, the whore has probably slept around with half the world, i mean the cheap cunt probably had to flash her saggy boobs and that bitch ran to her with open arms" Bobbie stated, her voice strong and insulting yet everyone without even knowing this woman could tell that she was about to commit a murder.

"let's go, hun" bobbie stated, your energy gone as you pushed through the team behind you, however you stopped and turned to see that Bucky and natasha, although looking guitly had traveled to eachother, you turned back to face them and took menacing steps towards them, as soon as you were in range of the pair you cocked your fist back and bought it to the throat of your boy- your ex.

"bye Barnes, rot in hell with this demon of a woman"

And with that you called Phil, you wanted to disconnect the avengers from the S.A.B and told him that you would be extending your trip; it was time to step up as director, you were here now and your job was to make sure Sheild is at the top, and no sex obsessed dick of an ex is gonna break you.

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Okay it's so bad I know but the first parts were in my drafts for so long and I need to start writing again, I accidentally deleted my Steve imagine AND the first Bucky imagine so I'm trying to get those back but I'm also trying to actually right again. No one's gonna read this I know but it was a fun idea I had that strayed far, plus as long as I like my writing I'll keep doing it and maybe I'll do a part 2? Idk

[clareisa]

Enemies to lovers -(Wonho X Reader)

- 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧(?)

- 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵...

- 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨!: 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳

You were having a free day after months and months of work for your father. You couldn't rest, you couldn't have time for yourself because family and family business come first everytime. You didn't have a problem with that since you've been raised in this way. But finally, after long time, you had a time for yourself. You decided to go out to one of your favourite jazz bars at the edge of the quiet street of downtown Seoul. It was little place where no one judged the others. But, it was most definitely a place where members of other gangs where going to just relax and have a peaceful evening. It was the neutral ground where hatred, shooting, killing and all those stuffs were forbidden. It was an unwritten rule in this big city and all gangs knew it.

You entered the little bar and immediately sat on your favourite place at the end of the bar counter next to window which was half covered in heavy blood red curtains. You had a perfect view of whole place. The bartender placed without asking your favourite drink in front of you and you smiled and thanked him. You were the only one alone there as all women and men had their company, but u didn't complain. You loved being alone and just breath in peace thinking about things you can't while you are in work. On the other side of a room were standing an old looking piano. It was pianino with dull brown colour, probably because it was a long time ago since someone made it. When you were younger you used to play every day for your mother. She loved the sound and you and her could spend hours behind piano You stopped after she died in the begging of your teens. You stopped playing to isolate yourself from those painful memories and started to train hard so you could once took over a family business after your father. You wanted to play again but you never had the courage to do it.

You turned and looked out of window and started remembering your mother after long time. It was painful but you weren't crying. You didn't cry since she died which was already more than 15 years. Since then you trained hard and became prestige member of yours father gang. It wasn't just cuz he was the boss. You earned your post by yourself. You started as the others new members of gang when you were 17 and after 10 years you are here now as the best assassin and right hand of your father. You never really had time for yourself or making friends or falling in love. Your only friends were your gang members and only love interests you had were one night stands here and there.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't notice a man entering the bar quietly. As you were thinking you suddenly heard a quiet sound of pressing piano keys. You honestly thought it's just in your head and carried on without turning. But when the became more clear it couldn't be just in your head so you turned your head and saw a man sitting infront of that old piano creating the smooth melody by gently running his fingers along the instrument. You only could see his back. You wanted to know the identity of a stranger so bad but you couldn't move from your seat. You were frozen and mesmerised by how could one human put so much emotions into one song. Other people really didn't mind him or notice him but you did and you wanted know more.

As he stopped playing your heart stopped for a second too. He stood up from piano. You were excited to find out who is that mysterious guy but when he turned and started walking to a bar your excitement turned into hatred. Lee Hoseok... It always would be the asshole you hate the most. No, it couldn't be a nice gentleman from friend gang. It must be the biggest jerk in whole universe. You hated Hoseok. He was a son of your father's biggest rivals. He was narcissistic, self centered, cocky, sassy and arrogant dickhead. Even that Hoseok was younger than you he was already as popular and as dangerous as you. And why? Because he was talented. He never trained like other members of gang. Everything he does, every new skill he was supposed to learn he knew perfectly from the start. He was talented and he knew it very well, that's why he was thinking so fucking highly about himself.

You hated Hoseok so bad but you couldn't deny the fact that he is one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your life. Even if you hated him his looks always made you stunned and mesmerised. He was strong, well built man. His body was perfect, like an ancient sculpture. His eyes were almost black line an onyx, his lips always looked juicy and soft, and his damn thighs always made you want to grind on them. But you couldn't, you hated him and you wouldn't gave up just because of his perfect looks. He was rotten inside, that's what you believed. You knew he wanted you for a long time. He said it countless times that he want to fuck you but you always said to him to fuck off. But you didn't know that more than you were rejecting him than more he wanted to have your body in his bed screaming his name. Even today wasn't just a coincidence. He knew you will be here and he came here to provoke you and ruin your mood. He wanted your body but he also hated you.

You were observing how he looked today. Black hair styled up so his forehead was on display. Black liner and red shadow around his eyes made his gaze even more irresistible. Two piercings, one in his eyebrow and one in the middle of his lips. His leather jacket was around his broad shoulders and his thigh muscles were seen cuz of the ripped jeans he wore. A whole meal right in front of you.

When he finally made eye contact with you he smirked and lifted his glass. You just rolled your eyes and finished your drink at once. You could see him smiling in corner of your eyes but you choose not to look at him. Bartender came to you with another drink with words, "This is from Mr Lee." He said and left. You looked at Hoseok but he was already talking to some man completely ignoring your presence. You just gulped down the drink and asked for another one. This will be a long evening...

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You drank your 7th drink and you were pretty tipsy already. But you were good at hiding and alcohol doesn't affect you that much. You were looking at Lee Hoseok the whole evening but he was just acting like you weren't there the whole time. When he saw you somewhere he always walked to you and start flirting but not today. There were girls and boys as waiters and waitresses but everyone knew they were here as whores you can fuck in the back in one of the rooms. And yeah, most of them were all over Hoseok the whole evening and the way they were laughing and touching him without shame were making you gag.

At one point he stood up and sat infront of the piano once again. The girls doesn't stood up they were looking from where they were sitting and Hoseok was looking at them smiling, winking and just making them blush. It was so fucking annoying to you. One of the guys stepped next to him and started playing in saxophone. The two instruments created perfect jazz music. It was sensual, it was sexy. It couldn't make anyone to just dance body to body. As one girl came closer to him smirking and grabbed his thigh something broke inside you and you stood up. Who they think they are? They think they are sexy with their cheap lipstick on their botox lips and slutty clothing from thrift shops? Most of them were teens who wanted money. They were going around thinking they are hot with their non existing curves and cigarette in their mouths. So pathetic. Those girls really thought they are something special for the men around but no... they were just a fuck toys. Nothing more. It was kinda sad.

You were mad for some reason and when you were mad you did bad things. Maybe bad for yourself and not the others. You walked over there, stood up on the long piano chair next where Hoseok was sitting and then stood up on the middle of piano keys and sad down at the top of the piano, legs in the middle of a piano right in front of Hoseok's face. He looked shocked for a second and that made you chuckle. His gaze then travelled from your ankles up to your long toned legs to when your short dress ended in the middle of your things.

"Try to play now Mr Lee. I'm sure that such a talented man wouldn't mind a lady occupying one octave, right?" You chuckled and he smirked at you.

"Certainly not m'lady. This view is very appealing to man like me." he said.

"What are you waiting for, huh?" you asked. He licked his lips and started playing around your legs. You wasn't really standing on the keys but your legs were blocking one octave of a keys which made it more difficult for him to play. You could see he wasn't really concentrating on playing, more like on your legs. You were enjoying yourself cuz you could see how bad he wanted to touch you. But instead he done something more shocking. His fingers were playing slowly as he placed his lips under your knee starting kissing gently your legs. When you gasped silently he looked up. You could see him smirking but his lips never left your leg and his gaze never left yours. He slowly started kissing up to your knee and then on your thigh. You were looking at him with lust in your eyes. Fuck the hate, he looked too good to just leave. He started sucking on your thigh which made you whimper quietly. He honestly looked so obedient in that moment. You couldn't stop yourself and started softly caressing his hair and then his face while biting your bottom lip. Nobody was watching you two, nobody really cared.

He smoothly finished the song. His lips left your legs and he stood up slowly. You immediately jumped down from piano and now your were standing between piano and him.

"What happened doll face? What did I do to deserve such a nice treatment? What did I do to deserve to touch you?" he asked with smirk on his face.

"Nothing special. I just loved how u looked. So obedient Mr Lee I couldn't resist." I chuckled and looked at him up and down with raised eyebrow.

"Oh, so little girl love to be in control,huh?" he asked with the same stupid smirk.

"Who is little girl to you? Talk like that to your sluts Mr Lee." You said kinda mad. How dare he call you a little girl? You are older than him. You scoffed and walked out of a bar quickly. It made you mad that his cocky attitude was back. He looked so irresistible back there but you just couldn't bare with his personality. He was getting on your nerves.

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You entered your apartment and took off your shoes. Most of the time you were in your family mansion but sometimes when you needed to be alone you stayed there. You sighed and walked to your bedroom. Your room had this big window wall from floor to the ceiling. You were looking down on the busy night city thinking about what happened back there in a bar. It was mistake.

"I'm dissapointed. I thought you are more careful about where are you staying doll face." you've heard male voice talking behind you.

You didn't move, you didn't turned your head. You expected him to come after you but you decided to not to pay attention to him and praying for him to leave. You suddenly felt his breath on your neck. He weren't that much taller but you still felt smaller and smaller each second he was closer to you. He placed on of his hands next to your head and the other on your hip. You felt rush of adrenaline coming through your veins as you felt his strong grip on your hip. You felt his lips on your neck. Not kissing you just softly caressing your skin.

"Don't resist me. You've been doing it for last seven years doll face. You know you want me too." He whispered and his touch became more firm.

"Isn't those little girls enough for you?" you chuckled.

"They never were enough doll face. You think that if they were enough I would still chasing after you all the time? I don't care that our families hate each other. Since the first time I saw you when I joined my father's gang I had my eyes on you. Call me crazy but since then you were the only perfect woman for me." He said and finally started kissing your neck and sucking on your sensitive skin.

"Ah, you shouldn't lie to me Mr Lee." you sighed but let out a quiet moan when he found that spot on the side of your neck.

"You don't seem you want me to stop baby doll. And don't call me Mr Lee please." he chuckled and turned your whole body pining you again the window.

"So what do you say?" he asked looking into your eyes.

"Shut up. I'm not in mood for you to melt my heart... just... just fuck me Hoseok..." you breathed out quietly and licked your lips.

"Maybe I'm a part of mafia but I'm gentleman baby doll. I'm not what you think I'm." he smiled and took my face into his hands.

He looked one more time into your eyes and softly connected your lips. You couldn't help but moan just from that. His lips tasted delicious and the cold of his lip piercing added even more excitement to the kiss. He started slowly, his hands were holding you firmly by your hips. You were still in shock so you weren't moving. He chuckled into kiss. He took your both hands and moved them around his neck and his hands travelled back to your waist. Your hands went to his soft black locks and gripped them softly making him moan into kiss. Your tongue met with his. At that moment he lifted you under your legs and you moved your legs around his waist. As he started kissing you more passionately he moved with you the your bed. He slowly and carefully placed you on silk sheets him above your frame. Your legs around his hips tightened and his semi hard member met with your clothed area which made both of your groan into the kiss. He wanted you so bad but he didn't want to just fuck you, he wanted to prove you that he is perfect match for you.

He lifted your dress up and helped you to take them off. He couldn't take his eyes of your body as you were undressing. When you were there just in underwear he looked down at your thighs and smirked.

"Knives under your garters. You are such a classy lady doll face. Hope you won't stab me." he smiled and you just chuckled.

"We'll see Hoseok." you said and he bit his lips. You could see that he loved when your name left your lips. He growled lowly and attacked your neck. He started sucking right away on your sensitive spot. You took of his leather jacket and lifted his shirt to expose his abs. You couldn't see because your eyes were closed as Hoseok was making love bites on your neck but you could feel his rock hard abs under your fingers.

"Take it off Hoseok." you whimpered, almost cried. You were suddenly so desperate for his touch and for his body. But let's be honest...who wouldn't be?

"Everything for you baby doll." He whispered and took his shirt off. You sat against the bed board wide opened mouth admiring his perfect body. He was even more hot than you thought. He was on his knees so u kneeled as well and kissed him again. Your hands went down from his neck to his rock hard chest, toned torso and ended on his belt. You didn't stop kissing him but started taking off his belt. You tugged his jeans down so desperate to see him all. He chuckled into the kiss and slowly helped you to take off his tight jeans. He was infront of you only in his boxers with big bulge. He connected your lips again and took of your bra immediately. He took your breast to his big hands and started to massaging them making you moan to his mouth.

He laid you down and hovered above you. He left your lips and made wet trace from your neck to your breast. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and started licking and sucking. As you whimpered he started dry humping himself on your thigh. He took of your panties and doesn't wait a second and his fingere were already circling around your clit. He lowered himself so his face was facing your wet pussy.

"I wanted to taste you for so long so I'm going to enjoy myself babydoll." he smirked and immediately buried his face to your labia. You were never afraid to be loud because it shows to men how much you were enjoying yourself and you were already a moaning mess when Hoseok was eating you out hungrily like he was starving for years. At first he was licking long stripes from your entrance to your clit then he carried on with sucking and his tongue playing with your clit. Hoseok was truly enjoying himself in your bittersweet taste as you were moaning his name and gripping his hair in your palm.

As you were close you forced him to stop eating you. He looked at you with surprised face but you just smirked, lift yourself and started sucking on his nipple while taking off his boxers. He moaned as his member was finally free from the boxers. You literally drooled over his hard cock leaking precum and twitching with every your touch. You get on all fours and in a second you were sucking on his tip harshly as he let slipped out a loud moan. He was loud as you and you loved that. You started bobbing your head on his hard member sucking. He was moaning and when you looked up you felt blessed. Gosh he looked so ruined already, so desperate for more. You moaned around him just cuz how he looked.

"You look even better around my cock than I imagined you for all those years babydoll. Fuck!" he moaned again. You took him out of your mouth and started licking the veins along his shaft down where you started sucking hard on his balls while jerking him off at the same time. He was already twitching in your hand so hard ready to cum in any second so you stopped and went for another kiss. You swallowed his whispers and you chuckled, he was so cute.

"Maybe I'll sound cheeky but... let me love you babydoll. Let me show you how much I wanted you and how good I can treat you." He whispered and laid you down. He doesn't waste anytime and kissed you. He was obsessed with your lips and the feeling of your tongue in his mouth. He slowly spread your legs and with love he caressed skin of your inner thighs. You was so mesmerized how loving he was, how he was holding you like the most fragile thing in this world. Was this really that Lee Hoseok you hater for years. He was, but you were too stubborn to let him in and get to know you.

He positioned himself infront of your entrance. But before he entered he lubed himself with your wetness between your pussy lips. You both whimpered. He broke the kiss and as he was slowly entering you he was looking into your eyes. His eyes weren't lustful like before, they were full of affection, full of sadness from one sided love and full of love from this moment. You wanted him to take you fully.

"Maybe I'll sound cheeky but make me yours Lee Hoseok. Break the rules, I'm sure you want it." You whispered and smiled at him as you felt how he was filling you up with his cock. As he was balls deep in you, you both groaned from pleasure. You told him to move and he started slowly moving in and out. It wasnt rough. You were feeling like were in heaven. Love in his eyes were more than hard fucking. His hard cock was going in out in perfect pace and hitting all good places that was making you moan and squirm underneath him. He was whispering sweet things, praising your body and moaning how tight you fell and how good you are taking his cock.

"Cum for me babydoll. I wanna see your face when you cum Beautiful." He breathed out, he was close as well.

"Y-yes! Fuck Hoseok you are making me feel so good." The noise of his balls slapping your skin was pushing you even closer to your climax. Him twitching inside you made you groan and soon you cummed the hardest in your life. You were screaming his name as you were clenching around him and bathing his cock in your juices.

"Fuck babydoll God your cum feel so good around me. Can cum on you? I wanna paint you babydoll." He smirked and you smirked too on his cheeky remark. Soon enough his thrusts were sloppy and he was growing. With loud moan he took himself out of you and with your name coming from his mouth he cummed on your stomach.

His body collapsed next to you and he hugged your frame and placed his head on your chest. He was breathing fast and his eyes were closed. You took the sheets and covered your naked bodies. He was cuddling with you and he looked like a little baby.

You thought he was mean bastard but in reality he was just a softie who needed love. And he needed your love. You weren't sure what will your gang and his gang say about this but you were already ready to fight for him. But now you just wanted to have some time with him in secret. Maybe a little bit of sneaking into each others mansions like a teenagers with their first loves sounded childish but that's what you both wanted. From enemies to lovers...

[selsprompts]

I can’t quit you [1]

Disclaimer; angst, a lot of it. The feels, emotions, might make you cry?? Possible language?? Sounds about right for this book. 

pairing; steve rogers x reader

Lyrics by Ali gatie's song it's you are used.

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Y/n's POV

"You don't get it Steve" You stormed into your shared apartment.

"Don't get what darlin'? Enlighten me then." Steve said hot on your heels.

"I'm afraid- of THIS" you waved your hand between the two of you with teary eyes.

"Y/n calm down, just talk to me"

"How can I talk to you about this Steve? How do I tell you that I'm afraid of being loved? Or being in love? Or even that I'm afraid of what it could do or lead to? Or that I'm not enough for yo-"

"Stop. Don't say that."

"But it's the truth. I'm so scared Steve" you fell to your knees, crying in-front of Steve like never before.

"You are so much more and everything that I could've ever asked for Y/n, why can't you see that?"

"Steve, we- I can't do this anymore"

"Do what anymore" Steve kneels down next to you holding your face in his hands.

"You don't need a modern girl Steve. You need an Avenger. I love you so much but I can't be what you want, you keep saying I'm everything you've ever wanted but I can't take waiting for you to come home ALIVE. I'm scared that if I get pulled in too deep Steve I won't be able to get out" You stand up ready to walk away.

"Y/n please don't do this-" he chokes on a sob while you stand up wrapping his arms around your middle.

"Steve please- you're making this so much harder than it has to be" you say with tears in your eyes blurring your vision trying to pry him off of you but that only made him grip on tighter.

"Please don't break my heart, don't tear me apart Y/n, I know how this starts, trust me I've been broken before."

"Steve please" You say crying aloud.

"Don't break me again, I'm delicate, please Y/n I'm begging you don't break my heart, I've been broken before"

"I'm sorry Steve but, I'm not your happily ever after" You sniffle as his grip finally falls.

You grab your purse from your shared apartment that you've had with Steve for two full years and leave. You hear Steve crying in the distance but block him out when you close the apartment door.

"Did you do it?" The man said.

"Yes, I've done what you've asked now will you leave him alone" you asked teary eyed once again.

"Thank-you for your corporation Y/n, come with us now and no harm will be done to your precious Captain" said the HYDRA operative.

At least Steve was safe now you thought. Even if it means he'll never know you lied straight through your teeth or ever love you again, at least he's safe.

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Steve sat looking stunned in his apartment after the events that had just occurred. How could she? He was certain she was the love of his life, wasn't she? He couldn't find a bone in his body to get up and chase you because he was so weak.

Everything was going good, great, FANTASTIC between them. Then this happens today, out of nowhere. As if a switch flipped in her mind she just- stopped feeling the warmth and love of Steve.

Steve got up and went to the bathroom still quietly sobbing. He moved towards his side of the bathroom, passing yours. His side was so much more masculine. He had shavers, cologne and deodorant. Yours had perfume, bubble bath solution, and all the amazing smelling shampoo that he got a scent of whenever he hugged you after a long mission.

He opened the cabinet below his part of the sink pulling out a velvet box hidden behind some bottles of shaving cream. He took the velvet box and opened it up revealing the beautiful 10 carat diamond ring he bought you months ago, ready to propose but never had the guts to looking at it with a frown.

Today was the day he would propose, today was your 2 year anniversary and he was going to prepare you dinner at your shared apartment and when desert was being served pop the question. But that sadly would never happen now.

Steve took the ring back to the bedroom you shared putting it on his dresser beside the picture of the two of you at one of Tony's famous parties. That was the first time Steve introduced you to his friends. They all loved you, so much. Them hearing the news about you would break their hearts just as much as it broke his.

Steve moved to sit down on the king sized bed you shared. He traced his hand over your side of the bed settling on your pillow. This was the bed he first touched you on, where he first made love to you. It was the night you moved into his apartment. Steve didn't want to rush things but when he saw you in one of his t-shirts and just a pair of panties he couldn't resist kissing you. One thing led to another and the night was a blur of pure bliss for each of you. That was a night Steve would and could never forget no matter how hard he tried.

Steve got up wiping a stray tear away from his eye going back to the bathroom stripping down. He got into the shower turning it on it's hottest setting. He wanted to burn away all the pain, love, possible lies, and the memory of you. He had to move on. He knows you, he knows that no matter how many times he calls you won't answer, he knows that there is no point in searching for you because you need your space, he knows that he lost you... forever. What he did know was that he loved you- no loves you and god help him with moving on.

Part 2

ICQY MASTERLIST

[agentunwin]

CAN’T BE FRIENDS [S.M.]

A/N: This is a standalone imagine!! So please don’t ask for a part 2 lol

Prompt: Shawn sees his ex for the first time in months under unusual circumstances and the true effects of their breakup are revealed, but both know that there’s nothing that can be done. [Based on Can’t Be Friends - Trey Songz.]

Warnings: Just angst and cursing.

Words: 2,222

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The shell of Shawn Mendes walked aimlessly around the crowded room that was filled to the brim with sweaty adults, the stench in the air confirming this. He'd been stumbling around for around 10 minutes now, just looking for something to do, or something more to drink, even though the cup he was holding was still nearly full.

"Shawn! Get your ass over here!"

He wasn't sure who's voice it was, but in the state he was in, he couldn't care less. So, he began stumbling back towards where he believed the voice to be coming from. It took him less than a few seconds to spot a few of his friends and a group of strangers around a table, a girl laying half-naked on top of the plastic surface, giggling at something her friend had just said.

"What's going on here?" Shawn slurred, running a hand through his messy curls.

"Body shots," One of his friends responded, holding up a bottle of tequila and a can of whipped cream. "You in?"

Shawn looked down at the girl who was still laying down. She wasn't attractive to him in the least bit, but that night he'd accept any chance he could to get more fucked up.

Shawn took the initiative and began squirting the whipped cream over parts of her body, starting at her panty line. He then moved upwards, squirting a line up her stomach and through the valley of her breasts. And finally, he put some in her mouth to seal the deal. While he was doing this, his friends helped him, setting up 2 shot glasses in the middle of the whipped cream.

Shawn barely noticed the encouraging shouts and whoops around him as he dug in with no hesitation. His tongue worked quickly, licking along the top of her underwear to clear the cream there, grabbing the shot glass that was placed there. Swiftly swallowing it down, he coughed and moved on to her stomach.

He felt eyes on him from all directions, and if he was at all worried about the media rumors that would transpire the following morning, it seemed that they had all flown out the window.

Shawn's body is running on autopilot and when he's finally coming back to reality he's throwing back another shot, the bitterness stinging his throat in the most delicious way. Now, all there was was the kiss.

It was sloppy, disgusting, and vile, however everyone around them continued to cheer him on as he made out with the woman below him, eating the whipped cream. She seemed more than content with what was happening, but he hated every second of it. It wasn't enough- It wasn't her.

Everyone in the room witnessed Shawn's face pale right before he was disconnecting from the girl and running off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and scrambling to the bathtub. His body went completely numb as his eyes shut tightly and he was heaving, throwing up everything he'd consumed in the short time he'd been at the party.

He didn't even notice the tears staining his cheeks until he finally allowed himself to sit up, confirming that there was nothing left to throw up. He felt disgusting and pathetic knowing that he'd just thrown up in his friend's bathtub, but now, there was nothing he could do about it.

Shawn's eyes were shut for a long time- As far as he could tell- before he was awoken by the sound of the creaky bathroom door. Normally the man would hop up and yell at whoever had disrupted his privacy, but at that time, he was far too spent.

Gentle footsteps intrigued him and when they stopped in front of him, he felt a presence in front of him- A familiar, comforting one. The same one that had broken his soul just the same as he did for her.

Y/N.

He didn't have to open his eyes to know this. Instead, a small smile grazed his chapped lips at the same time a water bottle was held to them, another soft hand gently lifting his chin up. Shawn gladly accepted the help and gulped down the water, the liquid helping to soothe his burning throat.

"How'd you know I was sick?" Shawn inquired as he heard the bottle's top being twisted back on, followed by some other rustling and running water. A few seconds later a cold rag was placed on his forehead, relieving his headache and sweating.

And for the first time in months, he heard her voice- Her melodic, beautiful, voice. "Nice to see you too, stranger."

She hadn't changed from her sarcastic ways one bit.  At this, Shawn let out a pained chuckle and shook his head, his mouth spewing words before he could comprehend them. "God, I love you."

Even though he still couldn't see her, he knows she hesitated. Her hands reached down to grab his and held them to the rag, beckoning for him to support the rag himself. Of course, Shawn's mind merely lingered on the feeling of her skin against his.

"Don't tell me you've been doing this a lot?" Y/N spoke with a sigh. She lifted herself up to the counter and sat atop it, leaning down on her elbows.

Shawn sniffed and shrugged, a hopeless look on his face. "Do you want the truth or are you just like everyone else?"

When she didn't answer for a solid 10 seconds, Shawn got visibly worried, and for the first time since she'd entered the room, he willed himself to split his eyes open. The sight shattered him.

He knew this look all too well- It was the look Y/N would give him when he could tell that she was miserable inside but was trying to appear strong for Shawn. That look haunted him every time he left for tour, it persisted after every make-up they'd had, and it was especially prominent on their final night together 5 months ago.

She wore too-tight black clothing and messy makeup that wasn't her at all, but both of them were trying out new things after their breakup, it seemed. Partying was obviously Shawn's new vice.

"That's not fair, Shawn." She whispered and stared at her lap, voice hoarse now as her nose stung with the promise of tears. "You know I always listened to you."

Shawn bit his lip and gulped, silently hoping she'd look him in the eye again. He was finding it hard to tell her how he truly felt even if he knew that she would never judge him, and that she'd always be there for him, no matter what. Maybe that's why he was struggling so much.

"I've been partying so much, Y/N." Shawn speaks out against the silence, "It helps me forget. And I know you understand, since you're here too."

Y/N remained silent once again and began to twiddle her feet around- A nervous habit of hers. This simple gesture was one that he'd missed dearly. He then realized, after seeing her out of the blue like this, that he wasn't as ready as he'd once told himself he was.

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself." Y/N shrugged, biting her lip insecurely. Shawn raised his eyebrow in confusion and she continued on to elaborate, "The body shots? Kissing that girl?"

Shawn chuckled bitterly and shook his head, hurt that she believed he could enjoy another girl as much as he did her. "If I enjoyed it so much, I wouldn't be in here throwing up my guts, would I?"

Once again, silence coveted them. But that time, it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, and without words spoken, both of them felt the words the other was dying to say. The words that they'd both considered texting the other on their late and drunken nights, but never actually had the courage to admit. Until now.

"I miss you."

Shawn's words came out scratchy and broken, but comprehensible nonetheless. Y'N's lips pressed together tightly and she visibly hesitated once again before she hopped off the counter top and stalked towards him. She plopped down next to him lazily, and with a hard gulp, her head was gently rested on top of his shoulder.

She didn't reply to his words, but he knew she felt the same. It seemed as if the rest of their night was spent together in the dimly lit bathroom, silence separating them and comforting them all at once. At one point, Y/N's eyes began to grow heavy, and Shawn couldn't help but tear up at the sight of the girl falling asleep on his shoulder.

It was a scene he'd seen so much before- When she'd come home from work after a long day, when they were on an airplane and she needed rest, and even at parties she was anxious but found comfort in his presence. The reminiscence was making him miserable, and suddenly, everything was far too overwhelming.

She snapped back to reality solely because of his sobbing. It was ugly and real, and it broke her heart because she knew exactly what he was feeling. Slowly sitting up, Y/N's eyes flickered up to stare at him, tears streaking his face and lips bitten in attempt to silence his cries- To no avail.

He could feel her eyes on him, burning into him, and he couldn't stop the flow of words that spilled from his lips. "If I knew we would end up like this, I would have never kissed you that night, I would've never dated you because now everything's fucked up and I just want you back- Not even romantically. I lost my best friend and the love of my life because I was a fucking dumbass. I miss your smile and your kindness and your talent and your grace, god, it's all my fault, and now I'm going out of my fucking mind."

Y/N's own tears were beginning to form and she crossed her legs, lips quivering as she whispered, "It's not all your fault, Shawn. We both had our issues. But that doesn't mean this has to end forever.. Maybe we can still be friends."

It was stupid of her to suggest, and they both knew it.

Shawn's teeth grit harshly as he laughed bitterly through his tears, staring off into nothing. "There's no way in hell we could ever be friends again after what we've done. We can't take it back, Y/N."

His eyes shot back to hers as soon as he heard a single semblance of a cry, and when he saw her tears, he was there. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight, both of them comforting one another, even though they were the reason for each other's pain. Her fingers wove themselves deep into his shirt as she cried loudly into his chest, Shawn's own tears dripping down his cheeks and into her mess of hair.

"It's not fair," She screamed, the viciousness behind her words muffled by the fabric. "I'm in love with you, so why can't we just be together? Why does nothing ever work out?"

They were questions that Shawn had asked himself every single night. When he first asked out his best friend, everything seemed perfect on paper. However, between the margins, constant fighting and disagreements occurred. Their entire dynamic changed and they had fallen in love too quickly, digging themselves a hole that they couldn't get out of.

Now, both were left void and filled with regret.

Shawn gulped loudly and pulled her away from him, as much as he hated to do so. Her desperate eyes searched his but only found the same sadness, knowing that there was no way to fix this.

"I think it's time for us to let go."

His words struck a cord in both of them, being the closure that both had craved for months now.

"I want you to live your life," Shawn sniffed, attempting a grin, "I want you to find love with someone who can do it all for you. I want you to be happy, even if it's not because of me. Please, don't make this harder than it has to be."

Y/N's throat burned and she wiped her tears, nodding gently. "I want the same for you, Shawn."

Shawn giggled at her- She was never great with words. He quickly shook this thought from his head, though.

"I guess this is goodbye." She bit her lip, a sad smile on her face as she stared at the man who'd done so much for her. She was trying to stay strong again, for his sake, he could tell.

"Not goodbye," Shawn shook his head, lacing his fingers with hers one last time. "That's too permanent. Let's just say.. See you later."

Y/N squeezed his fingers and nodded, "See you later."

They kept their hands together for a few more seconds and he was the one to finally go, releasing her from his grip, but certainly not his conscience.

As she exited the room with him shutting the door behind her, she ultimately walked out of his life forever, leaving him to slide his back down the door and bury his head in his knees, allowing himself to sob into himself.

And unbeknownst to him, Y/N was on the other side, a shattered mess just as much as he was.

Both loved each other too much, and that was exactly where their problem laid.