#hope for a better future and get our hands worn fighting for it

[forgotmynametag]

Also since im tryna be active again lemme set my stance clear, FREE PALESTINE FOREVER! 🇵🇸🇵🇸 Don't ever let em think we're done. Every week every day every hour don't let the world forget innocents are being murdered en masse. NO business as usual & DONT let the words 'Free Palestine' fall out of trend. Palestinians deserve justice & their homeland. We keep going STRONG! Help in whatever way you can. We cannot give up hope on them, not for how much they've endured already.

#palestine #free palestine #protest #i struggle with making posts in general so ive vowed to compensate by making sure i go out in public to rallies every moment i can #we can all help in different ways so find whatever way works best for you #every small action can amount to something big because we are many #so we can do it! lets make an impact and save lives and honor innocents who have been martyred #hope for a better future and get our hands worn fighting for it

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I saw your Obey me seeing MC's true form. I already Love it. Could you do the other side characters? Probably Solomon, Barbatos, Thirteen, Raphael. Definitely would love to see they're reaction when Mc reveals they're true form as a curvy Femine! 💕💕💕

Solomon 

“Nice to see the curtains match the drapes.”

*he’s talking about your personality*

Anyway you just keep getting more and more interesting

Granted he may have gotten fed up with all the demons fighting over a pink sheep and may have used his expertise in magic and sources in the human world to see who you really are

But he definitely uses this to get closer to you

I mean who better to help you understand the nuances of having a human body in the devildom

He’s also intrigued by your sheepy bits 

And I can see him tricking you or just politely asking for you him to poke and prod at your wool and horns

“H-hey Solomon c-can you just be gentle when you ah-!”

“Of course of course (Y/n) but you have to understand just how rare this situation is. Not to mention you're just so soft.”

Barbatos

“...Come (Y/n), I’m sure you’d appreciate some clothes.”

“Y-yes! Thank you!”

He remains cordial

As any good butler is 

Having the ability to look into and travel into the future hides his real reaction

‘Didn’t you become just so much cuter?’

He’s silently hoping you mess up somehow so he can come, scold you or guide you the right way

“Sorry to ask for your help with this. I've just never worn stuff like this before.”

“It’s of no consequence to me (Y/n), it is hospitable to make sure our guests are comfortable.”

He’s not going to break his persona 

He has too much control for that 

But he can’t deny his immense pride when you happily munch on whatever he made

Or drinking the tea he fixes you 

He’s more than happy to dispose of some minor demons stalking you or happily destroying the guests that seem to pose a threat you 

Of course at Diavolo’s command

“Shall I dispose of the offending devil, my lord?”

(Source)Thirteen 

“Huh!? You’re telling me that’s how you really look!? What a trap!”

She’s both amused and excited

What fun!

Her enemy’s student turned out to be so much more attractive than she originally thought

And wouldn’t it be fun to exploit that a little 

Not to mention with your lingering sheep extremities

Your so much fun to scare 

If only you’d walk into her traps more often

“Awwww come on! You couldn’t walk into my Dan the sheep stripper!”

“Wait, what is ‘Dan’ supposed to do?”

“Heyy you can be all sheepy but you can’t be stupid too.”

She is eating this up 

It's all fun and games until her new favorite human is being hogged by those brothers

“Well guess I’ll just have to up the ante! After all its so much more fun to show how cool it is to be solo!”

(Source) Raphael

“Ah, another surprise from this human.”

He’s kind of unamused 

But it means a lot more that you look more human as you try to be friendly with him

He takes you a little more seriously 

“Do you need your wool?”

“Well some of it, why?”

“I want to see how close crocheting is to sewing…that is a human activity that requires wool doesn’t it?”

“W-well yeah, but you won’t make a whole lot with just the fluff on my wrists and ankles though.”

“..You have more on your chest don’t you and near your pelvis. I can sheer those-”

“WHAT?! No no! That’s not okay!”

“Why, you can spare some can’t you.”

It's his vague understanding of his feelings for you that has him wanting more

If you reluctantly give a handful of cotton he’ll eventually need more

And should he decide that your taking too long to deliver

I can see him making an attempt to get it himself

Which with your human body comes with its own idiosyncrasies

“Stay still. Do you want me to bring out my spear?”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere harem #yanderes #yandere obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #yandere obey me x reader #yandere obsession #yandere raphael #obey me raphael #obey me solomon #obey me x mc #obey me #obey me thirteen #yandere thirteen obey me #yandere thirteen #yandere 13 #obey me barbatos #yandere barbatos #barbatos x reader #yandere barbatos obey me

[unicarcass]

trauma processing bs. (heavy tws; suicide ideation, abuse, alcohol, self harm. fairly detailed. all past tense. im ok)

idly fiddling with the pendant on the necklace that my first love had given me for my birthday, worn now like a charm in remembrance of the folks ive lost.

a heart shaped opal (he wanted it to be a garnet for my birthstone, but the jewelers didnt have one that he thought i would like) adorning a delicately woven silver heart, a precariously thin chain so easy to carelessly snap yet cautiously preserved. he had saved up his allowance for it for a while. he was so excited for me to get it. it was so sweet.

i think about the late nights we would stay up chatting on the house phone or on skype. the random anime nights. tagging around with him everywhere and him tagging around with me through all our online social spaces so we could meet and hang out with each others' friends. running my flip phone's minutes up constantly (much to the displeasure of my mom, who did not could not would not know about the long distance relationship thing) sending him silly pics of things id seen or calling him up bc i got a little too lovey while gazing at the moonlight or the fireworks in july or the embers drifting from the campfire.

i think about the constant chatter about our futures. about helping each other escape. the sheer desperation we both had to stay alive and make it somewhere better. my parents interrupting our calls nighly because my stepdad was still heavy drinking to avoid his deeply unresolved trauma and my mom constantly provoked him. my older brother taking up heavy drinking and drugs for similarly unresolved trauma but being even more outwardly violent towards me, because... maybe i was a smarter decision to fight than our parents, i guess. maybe he had it out for me because i was "the kid that stayed" while he got shoved off with our grandparents after our parents' divorce. ill never really know.

and then at some point the "me" wasnt me anymore. that sweet missouri boy's girlfriend was gone. he wasnt "my" boyfriend. i loved him but i wasnt who he had fallen in love with. i wasnt that person our friends had gotten to know. and that shit scared me. and i kept pushing.

more and more and more people i kept pushing away through the years. like the only company i shouldve had was the screaming matches and the hands around my neck and the insults thrown at me 24/7 and the holes in the walls and the knives in tables and whole households worth of destroyed furniture and the fires being started and the razors dragged along my shoulders and the cheap booze i hated the taste of but briefly tried to drown myself in anyway and the years and years and years of careful, down to the last detail suicide planning.

"dont tell anyone whats going on at home! theyll think youre being abused!" mom said. it sounds like such a backhanded admission of guilt now. she was so intent on "clinging" to me and "fixing" my stepdad at the same time that she kept endangering everyone. she refuses to get help. she refuses to even see that she does wrong. she just drags everyone down with her. fuck, she straight up kept worsening my stepdad and older brother's whole ordeal with their alcoholism because she kept BRINGING alcohol into the house. she did nothing to help them get better. she did nothing to protect us. she didnt care.

i forgive myself for the shit ive done, i have to. violence was nearly all i knew. constant fear was the only way i knew how to interact with the world. ive done fucked up shit but i never wanted to hurt people.

and i go back to contemplating the heart shaped pendant in my fingers. in it i can feel a little piece of all the loved ones ive parted with. and i hope theyre well.

#corpse.exe #suicide ideation tw #abuse tw #alcohol tw #self harm tw

[mythundermeme]

100 lyric starters

notes: feel free to tweak details to fit the muses. do not add to this list. other meme blogs, please don’t reblog. (content warning: sexual themes, violence, death, suicide)

"Tell me, does that sexy gown say what she's got in store for her man?"

"I thought you would always be there to hold."

"The longer i must wait for justice, I grow ever hungry in the cold."

"Take from them just what they took from me."

"It’s hard to see a future when your purpose is your past."

"Shoot to kill and live to last."

"If loneliness is prison, every touch is liberation."

"I know good deeds don’t guarantee a path to some salvation."

"I’ve reclaimed just what they took from me."

"What I'd give and what I'd trade for all your flickers, your flickers of the light."

"You're just a bunch of lies."

"Oh, I have run to the letters that you wrote me."

"Oh, help me sleep at night."

"The morning fog and waking sun have healing ways."

"Gave up our lives just to find that it was not enough."

"Hope has no place here."

"Maybe the end we tried to avoid is already here."

"Some evil will never ever die."

"Even if it's in broken speech, I want you to tell me your pain."

"Pretending that the pain's worn off doesn't make you an adult."

"You're so precious to me it almost brings me to tears."

"All I fear means nothing."

"My heart's a battleground."

"You know that you're my super star."

"No one else can take me this far."

"You're giving me too many things lately. You're all I need."

"Don't get me wrong, I love you. But does that mean I have to meet your father?"

"Wish I could prove I love you, but does that mean I have to walk on water?"

"Whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on."

"That's right, I heard the story. Don't really like how it ends."

"Did you think all this time that I wouldn't find out about you?"

"I'm the loser of the game you didn't know you were playing."

"It used to feel like a fairy tale, now it seems we were just pretending."

"Let's just live day by day and not be conquered by our sorrows."

"Can we get back to a happy place? We've suffered so much pain and sorrow."

"People make a history by threading the threads of love into it."

"We're the same, you and me."

"Love's the choice we made."

"Death can't bind our endless story."

"Pain is your reward for being near me."

"I am no one's blessing, I'll just bring you harm."

"Brother, you're safe now."

"Don't try to make yourself remember, darling."

"When I'm better, we'll do everything."

"I gotta stop making promises I can't keep."

"But if I was gone tomorrow, won't the waves crash on?"

"I told you to forget me, but you stayed by my side."

"I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in."

"Well it's intriguing, but to go would cost me greatly."

"Your clothes might be dirty and covered with blood but i’ll still have a hot meal here waiting."

"Your heart is a safe place for others to land."

"You have two hands made to raise others up, and you have two clear eyes to see others with love."

"I’ll always be holding your heart and your hand."

"Without regret, I’d offer up my life."

"I would fly into the sun if that would keep our dream alive ."

"I will fight for you, no matter how I am despised ."

"No sleep until I'm done with finding the answer."

"I've been living for tomorrows all my life."

"They say that I must learn to kill before I can feel safe."

"I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave."

"Feel me, touch me, heal me."

"Pretty little flower, won't you sit back down and go play nice?"

"My, oh my, look at who ends up bigger this time."

"Keep talking, keep laughing. One day you'll see what happens."

"Bury your doubts under the ground."

"Know I'm all bite, no bark."

"I'll stay so deep inside your brain and take you somewhere far away."

"Is it really a surprise if I'm playing with your mind?"

"Never had a soul, so you ain't taking anything from me when you go."

"A man learns who is there for him when the glitter fades and the walls won't hold."

"What are you willing to lose?"

"You're out of time, make your move."

"Kiss your perfect day goodbye."

"I had one thing, and you've taken it from me."

"You sent me back to nothing."

"Your best stuff looks like my worst."

"You look like you could use some more."

"What’s higher than the top? That's me."

"Wanna leave this hell, take me out, please."

"I’ll show you what I’m made of, rise to the occasion."

"You know your own worth very wel."

"You're not suited for the rage of war."

"Gonna break rules and hearts in twos."

"Only took a minute for me to get what you had."

"Way that I look should be breakin' the law."

"You know that I love the sound of applause."

"Sorry not sorry for bein' the best."

"I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you."

"Don't wanna let you down, but I am hell-bound."

"Your eyes, they shine so bright. I wanna save that light."

"I can't escape this now, unless you show me how."

"Why would you dare me to do it again?"

"Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'."

"They said I wouldn't make it out alive, they told me I would never see the rise."

"Why worship legends when you know that you can join 'em?"

"You stood me up, who do you think you are?"

"Now it hurts to meet your gaze."

"Nobody showed me how to return the love you give to me."

"I never wanted to ever bring you down."

"You touched my body once, it burns me still softly."

#rp meme #lyric meme

[silkenblankets]

Bow For Me

Day #2 - Hazel

cw;; skinned deer

To my dismay, the gas station was not functional. It was as clear as day as I got closer to the building. Worn sign, peeling paint— looked like something out of the 1950s. While I was distracted with my study of the building, crunching began to form at my feet. Looking down upon the mysterious noise— I realized we were stepping on dry wall, glass, and dead vegetation.

The moment when I realized the disgusting mess in front of me and the moment I scooped up Lula could not have been closer together. There was so much, it was littered everywhere. The building had certainly required some TLC, and my hope for the possible help this building could contain diminished. With a soft gasp, her legs went right around my hips and walking right back into the woods looked terribly appealing.

Sure, looking for another building was an option— but what if I couldn’t find a safe source of food in time for the next building to approach us? What if there was a working telephone in there? Even better, what if there was a cat in there? Oh my gosh— we could have a guard cat.

My mind was decided, boosting Lula up with both of my arms my shoes scuffed through the litter and brush.

If there were any creatures in the building, they were definitely aware I was arriving. The crunching against the concrete completely removed my element of surprise. That was alright, scare the raccoons away prematurely and give the huge beasts a warning. I was fully prepared to fight a bear if I had to, throw the kid to the side and run in screaming. Downside was the possibility of scaring away our future guard cat, but I suppose the guard cat would have to be found later.

When I peered inside… the building was surprisingly clean. Frozen in time as a gas station, there was a main room with a few dozen aisles of items. Some aisles had been tipped over, and judging by the empty shelves I was not getting my hopes up about finding an old bag of chips.

The building smelt musty, yet the expected dust sprinkled on every surface was nowhere to be seen. After I made that realization— I suddenly registered that the floor was well kept, and the counters looked washed. Comparing the outdoors to the main room— something was off.

I deserved a medal of bravery because I didn’t make a rational choice. I should’ve ran— at the very least I should’ve found a weapon. But I didn’t, I kept on walking.

I never found the phone that I was expecting to find, however I remained adamant it had to exist. If I could find it everything would be okay, and my future self would be relieved that I found the courage to keep walking.

Or perhaps my future self would regret it, because when I turned the corner- I was not met with a friendly sight. A deer with glazed eyes and opened chops became nose-to-nose with me. Other then the head, the body had been completely stripped of any fur and skin— clean, untouched muscles were put out on display. I could only describe it as fresh.

I screamed bloody murder, my throat stinging with pain. I didn’t even register the pain as my stomach exploded with panic— and the image of the skinned body with droplets of blood dripping to the floor like snowflakes was seared into my mind.

My body only told me one thing… and that was to run. I’ve certainly been doing a lot of running these past few days— but the adrenaline coursing through my body was somehow even worse this time.

I knew what Bernard would do to me if he caught me, he was familiar. He would make me stand with my hands against the wall, bracing for the sting of the whip. But Bernard didn’t skin deer himself— he didn’t tie hooves to the ceiling and prepare his own meals.

My heart was beating in my throat when I realized I could have stumbled into a true monster’s territory— something that made me wish I was back home with Bernard. He wasn’t too bad, was he? I had to get back to him, I had to beg for his forgiveness.

And I was almost at the door when suddenly my body was thrusted to the side. A piercing pain shot through my skull

and my world went black.

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump drabble #bow for me

[leossmoonn]

The Better Man | Part Two

masterlist | part one

pairing(s) - klaus mikaelson & kai parker x vampire, fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - requests by anon “hello, could you do a second part of the better man, where she is still with Kai but after a time she chooses Klaus?” i havent written a kai and klaus fic in sooo long. thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!!

summary - you can’t decide between the two men in your life: klaus or kai

warnings / includes - this is 4 years into the future. language, alcohol and food consumption, fighting, crying, very saucey make-out scene, cheating. you’re a vampire now

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Maybe I made a mistake.” You chewed nervously on your lip.

“What makes you think that?” Bonnie asked. “It’s so different now. I feel like we aren’t even together anymore. We are just people who live together and occasionally have sex,” you explained.

“Couples burn out sometimes. You gotta keep that fire lit.” Bonnie smirked as a ball of fire appeared in the palm of her hand.

You chuckled, “If only it was that easy.”

“Go on a real date,” Caroline suggested. “He’s always saying he’s busy,” you frowned.

“Then make him free.”

“You don’t understand, Care. I feel like he doesn’t even want to be in this relationship anymore.” Tears welled up in your eyes. You looked down at your lap, hot tears running down your cheeks quickly.

“Hey, hey,” Bonnie put her hand on your arm. “That’s not true. No one loves you more than that man. He probably is so secure with you, he doesn’t feel the need to keep the spark ignited.”

“All men are like that,” Caroline remarked.

You let out a broken laugh. “That’s what makes it hard to be with them.”

Bonnie grinned, “Exactly, but Kai is different. You two just need some time together. Meaningful time.”

“You think so?” You sighed. “Yep! We’ll help you plan a date and make sure his schedule is free,” Bonnie said.

You smiled, “Thanks.”

Caroline and Bonnie helped you plan a date that would hopefully relaunch your relationship with your boyfriend.

————

“Smells good. What’re you making?” Kai asked as he walked through the kitchen.

“Your favorite,” you smiled.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked. “Just wanted to do something nice,” you shrugged.

He smiled, walking over to you and snaking his arms around your waist. He set his chin on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind.

“I love you,” he kissed your cheek.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You nuzzled your cheek against his cheek. This was the closest you two ever got to being intimate without having sex. It was nice.

“I can’t wait to eat this. And you.”

You giggled, “I’ll be dessert. How about that?”

“Sounds perfect,” he nodded. He leaned his head down and started to kiss your neck. As much as you loved feeling his lips on your skin, you didn’t want to get it on just yet.

You turned around and put your hands on his chest.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed for dinner.”

He raised a brow. “What’s wrong with that I’m wearing?”

You looked him up and down, laughing at his sweats. “It looks very comfortable, but I thought we could dress up for our date tonight.”

“Date?” He grinned. “Yep. Now go and change into a suit! I know you have one,” you ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked. He walked to the stairs and went up to your room.

You waited until he came back downstairs to get changed. You almost forgot how handsome he looked in a suit. It’d been a month or so since he’d worn one.

“Wow. You look so good,” you breathed out.

He brushed off his suit coat, giving you a smile. “You think so?”

“Oh, I know so.” You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. His arms held your body close to him. It was sweet and passionate, something you felt like had been missing for a while. You put your hand up to comb through his hair, but he stopped you.

“You’re gonna mess up my hair.” Kai pulled away.

“My bad. I’m gonna get ready, too,” you said.

“Can’t wait,” he smiled.

You pecked his lips before you left. You hurried upstairs and changed into your dress you had bought for the night. It was a blood-red and sparkled. The neckline wrapping around your neck, leaving your shoulders bare. The body of the dress clung to your figure in all the right places, flourishing out as it reached the floor. The back of the dress dipped down low, exposing almost your whole back. You had to buy a special kind of underwear to wear this dress.

You painted on gold eyeshadow, eyeliner, and a red lipstick that was the same color as your dress. You put on gold jewelry and black heels before you walked out the door.

You climbed down the stairs, gripping the stairwell so you wouldn’t fall. Kai stood at the end of the stairs, jaw dropped and eyes wide. He smiled wide as you got to his level.

“You look… breathtaking,” he gasped.

“Just a little something I put together,” you smiled sheepishly.

He chuckled, “I love it. You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you. Are you ready to eat?” You asked.

“Yep. Let me just —” The phone started to ring. Kai went to answer it. “Hello? Parker residence.”

You set out the plates and silverware as Kai talked to whoever was on the phone.

“Oh, hey! Yeah, we’re doing great!” Kai exclaimed. “Uh… no, I don’t think so.” He glanced over to you nervously. You met his eyes, raising your brows in question. He looked back at the countertop, beginning to talk again. “I’m kinda in the middle of something here, Liv. I can’t just — Okay, yeah. Fine. See you soon.”

He sighed as he hung up the phone. You frowned as he slowly turned to you. He gave you an apologetic look. He walked over to you with his hands reaching out to grasp yours.

“Liv needs me. I’m sorry,” he sighed.

“Why?” You asked.

“She’s in trouble, I guess. I —”

“Why can’t she have Jo help her. O-Or Tyler? Aren’t they still dating?” You asked.

Kai frowned, “She’s my sister. I have to help her.”

“No you don’t!” You yelled. “Why are you being so selfish?” He asked.

You scoffed, pulling away from his grasp. “Me? Selfish? This past year has been nothing but hell for me — for us. I’ve felt like you don’t want to be with me anymore, so I made these dinner plans so we could do something special again.”

“Sometimes things come up!” He sighed.

“Fucking excuses!” You yelled. “Y/n, don’t be like that,” he sighed.

“Just go!” You took off your heels and threw them across the floor.

“Y/n, c’mon!”

You stomped up the stairs, not looking back. You sobbed as you slammed your door shut. You collapsed on your bed, holding your head in your hands. You cried even harder as you heard the front door shut. He was choosing his sister who probably needed to be bailed out of jail instead of you who cooked him dinner and just wanted a night to yourselves.

Bonnie was wrong. This relationship was ending.

You put on your favorite music and decided to read yourself to sleep. You changed into your PJs and made yourself a cup of tea, spiking it with blood, and got your favorite snack before you climbed into your comfortable bed.

An hour passed and you grew tired. You were about to turn off the light when the phone rang again. You jumped up to see who the caller was. It was a number you didn’t recognize. You sighed, probably not Kai. You answered it anyway.

“Hello? L/n residence,” you greeted.

“L/n as in Y/n L/n?” A familiar British accent spoke.

“Klaus?” You gasped. “The one and only.” You could hear his smile.

“Oh, my god! Is this really you?” You gasped. “Yep,” he said.

“We haven’t spoken in…” you tried to remember the last time you had spoken to him.

“A year,” he finished your sentence.

“Wow,” you breathed out. “Well, how have you been? What are you up to?”

“I’m doing fantastic. How are you?” He asked.

You sighed, “Could be better.”

“The vampire lifestyle not treating you well?” He hummed.

“No, I love being a vampire. It’s more personal than that.”

“Let me guess, Kai?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“He’s always been trouble, Y/n. He’s a sociopath.”

“He’s changed.”

“And yet, you sound sad.”

“I am. I feel like I have to break up with him soon?”

“Good. He doesn’t deserve you.”

You gasped, “Klaus! That’s rude and not true!”

“It is, you just don’t want to admit it, love.”

You rolled your eyes. “So, why did you call?”

“Well, a little voice inside my head told me that you might need some company.”

“Oh, really?” You hummed. “Open your front door,” he said.

You rushed downstairs and swung the door open, pleasantly surprised to see Klaus. He had a bouquet of roses in his hand and a huge smile on his face.

“Hello, love.”

You jumped up and hugged him tightly. He held your waist and spun you around. You closed your eyes and settled your face in the crook of his neck. It had been so long since you two had seen each other, hugged, talked. It felt so nice being in his arms and breathing his musky scent. It felt so familiar. Like home.

“Have you been in Virginia this whole time?” You asked once he put you down.

“No, but I was in North Carolina and decided to take a trip and visit you. Hybrid speed came in handy.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to see you! I’ve missed you.” You hugged him again. This time he just held you close to him. He tucked his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. You smelled like home to him, too.

“I’ve missed you, too. I’m sorry for not reaching out,” he said.

You pulled away, giving him an understanding look. “It’s my fault, too. I’ve just been so busy lately with my new job.”

“I still can’t believe you chose the human lifestyle,” he shook his head.

You laughed, “I got my degree. I might as well use it.”

He nodded in agreement. “I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. You gazed into his eyes for a few more moments. Man, did you miss looking into those baby blues.

“Well, come in! It’s cold outside.” You ushered him inside your house.

“That doesn’t bother me. I got you these.” He held up the bouquet as he got inside.

“Thank you. They look beautiful.” You took them gratefully.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

You smiled shyly, turning around and finding a vase to put them in. “I’ll have Bonnie cast a preservation spell.”

“Why not Kai?” He asked. “He wouldn’t want to do it,” you said.

“Ah, and I thought you were going to lie to him. Shame.”

You shot a glare at Klaus. “I’m not lying to him. I have no reason to.”

“He wouldn’t think it’s weird that I was at your house alone?”

“Nothing is going to happen. Sorry to crush your dreams.”

Klaus smirked, “I could change that.” “Klaus,” you warned.

“I’m kidding, love! I would never home-wreck. That’s frowned upon.”

“Well, we probably won’t be together for much longer anyway,” you sighed.

Klaus gave you an apologetic smile. He knew how you felt. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You smiled, “Sure.”

You spent the next two hours crying to Klaus about your failing relationship with Kai. You knew Kai wasn’t Klaus’s favorite person. Even after four years of you two being together, Klaus hated him. He bit his tongue for you, though. He loved you after all.

You were thankful Klaus was so willing to be your therapist. Although he never talked much, it was still nice to be able to cry and spill out all your feelings. He didn’t try to assure you or talk you out of your thoughts until you ended the conversation. He was weirdly considerate.

“Anyways, how is your love life going? Better than mine, I hope.” You took a sip of your blood-spike wine.

“It’s nonexistent at the moment.”

“Oh, really?” You found that hard to believe. “Yes,” he chuckled.

“Are you taking a break from dating or what?”

He shrugged, “I’m just looking for the right person.”

You awed, “That’s so cute.”

He smiled, “That’s what Hayley said.” You laughed, “Well, it’s true.”

“You and Kai are cute, too.”

You almost spit out your wine. “W-What?”

“I hate to admit it, but you make a handsome couple. I’m sorry you feel as though it’s about to end. He loves you, though. He would die before he lost you. Any man would for the woman of his dreams.”

“I’m not sure if I’m that for him. Not anymore.”

“Well, you know who’s waiting for you.”

You looked at him, your breath hitching in your throat. Your mind flashes pictures of you and Klaus together. Of how in love you two were, how you planned to get married. Until Klaus chose taking over the world over you. Why did you always come second place?

“I think time I went to bed. We can talk more tomorrow.” You got up from the couch and went to put your wine glass in the sink.

“Wait, Y/n. I’m sorry —”

You spun on your heel to face him. You gave him a warm smile. “You said nothing wrong. I’m serious when I say I am exhausted. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

He nodded, getting up from the couch. “Goodnight, Y/n,”

“Goodnight, Klaus.” You walked him to the door.

Before he left, he planted a sweet kiss to your cheek. The gesture had heat explode all over your face and tingles rush up your spine.

He left without saying any other words. You closed the door and put your back against it. You put your hand up to your cheek, touching the spot where he kissed. If you and Kai didn’t work out, could you and Klaus?

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The tension between you and Kai was thick and awkward. It had been a week since your outburst and he was barely speaking to you. It was so unlike him. He usually faced his problems head-on, but this was one he avoided like the plague. You contemplated ending the relationship there and then. That was a lot easier said than done, though.

Luckily, Klaus was still in town and you two hung out every day. Kai seemed totally okay with it, too. It made you pissed off. He never liked Klaus, but all the sudden he was happy to see him? It was a sure sign of him giving up on you two.

“That was the worse movie ever,” Klaus said in disgust.

“It wasn’t terrible,” you said. “No, I’m with Klaus on this one,” Rebekah said.

“The ending was cute!” You exclaimed. “Would have been better if they died,” Klaus stated.

You punched him in the arm. “Stop it.”

He got you a silly grin that got your stomach-churning.

“What shall we do next?” Rebekah asked. “I’m so tired. I need to lay down and take a nap,” you sighed.

“It’s only four PM!” Rebekah whined. “And since when you do get tired so fast? Aren’t you a vampire?”

You chuckled, “I’ve been non-stop going places this whole week. No thanks to you.”

“Well i didn’t know when I would see you next, so I’m trying to make the most of this,” Rebekah pouted.

“I know, I know, and I love you for it. I’m just exhausted.”

“Why don’t you go home and rest and we’ll meet up for dinner?” She suggested. “Sounds like a plan. Seen you tonight,” you hugged her.

“See you, babe.” She kissed your cheek before you made your way to your car.

“Mind if I come over?” Klaus asked. “Unless you’re going to take a nap, yes,” you said.

“I just want to keep spending time with you,” Klaus said.

You chuckled, “Me, too, but I need rest.”

“I’ll keep quiet. Promise.”

You debated if you should say yes or not. Klaus hadn’t been to your house since the first night he came here. You worried about Kai being there. It would look very weird if Klaus came up to your room, you and Kai’s room, to sleep. Surely Kai would have something to say about that.

And if he did, then he would tell Klaus to back off. It could be a potential push for Kai. You could see if he still loved you or not.

“Sure,” you nodded. “Great,” Klaus smiled.

You two hopped in your car and drove to your house. You opened the front door, expecting Kai to be in the living room watching TV, but he wasn’t there. You walked around the house to search for him. He wasn’t in the office, or the bathroom, or the basement, or the bedroom. You sighed in disappointment. Of course, he was gone.

“Something wrong?” Klaus asked. “No. Just tired,” you lied.

“Shall we go and sleep, then?” Klaus suggested.

You nodded and kicked off your shoes. You went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. You were not about to take a nap in jeans.

You went back to the bathroom, seeing Klaus in your bed with his shirt off.

“Klaus!” You exclaimed. You felt your face become warm. You couldn’t help but stare. You hadn’t seen this sight in a long, long time. It was still as perfect as you remembered. Only this time he had another tattoo near his hip.

“Like what you see?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes and smacked him with a pillow. You climbed into bed, turning your back to him.

“Sweet dreams, Y/n,” Klaus whispered. “Sweet dreams,” you mumbled.

You woke up only an hour later. You did not sleep well, despite how tired you were. You peeled your eyes open and looked around the room. It was darker than you remembered. You moved your hand across what you thought was your sheets, but it was skin. You scrambled up, mortified to see Klaus sleeping right under you.

You smacked your forehead. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Klaus hummed. “I… how long have I been sleeping on you?” You asked.

“The last forty-five minutes.”

“Great,” you muttered. “I don’t see anything wrong with it. You’re a great blanket.” He smiled with his eyes still closed.

“Thanks,” you said flatly. “You, uh, you should go.”

“What’s with the rush?” He asked. “Kai could come home any minute and I don’t want him finding you in bed with me,” you explained.

“I thought you didn’t care about him anymore?” Klaus now had his eyes open and was sitting up.

“I do still care about him. I still love him. You can’t just throw four years down the drain. At least I can’t,” you glared.

“Sorry to say, Y/n, but I’m not sure he’s in this anymore.”

His words were a stake to the heart. You knew he was right, it was all you had been talking about the last week. But hearing somebody else say it made you angry.

“You have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Y/n!” Klaus scoffed. “Get out of my house. Don’t bother showing for dinner.” You pulled him out of bed and pushed him to the door.

“Y/n, you know I’m right.”

You threw his shirt at him and opened the bedroom door. Klaus grabbed you by the arm and used to vampire speed to run to the other side of the room. Now you were locked in his arms and against the wall. You were also sobbing loudly.

It broke Klaus to see you like this. He didn’t mean to make you upset. He thought you would agree with him. Seemed like he judged you wrong.

“I’m sorry, darling. What I said was out of line,” he apologized.

You sniffled, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “I-It’s fine.”

He shook his head. “It’s really not.”

“You’re right,” you cried even more.

He wiped your tears away with his thumb. He dipped his head down low and placed his forehead on yours.

“Kai loves you, Y/n. Maybe he’s having a hard time showing because he, too, feels like this relationship is deteriorating.”

“I wish he would talk to me about it.”

“Well, you did throw your shoes at him.”

You let out a hearty laugh. “Shut up.”

Klaus smiled, gazing into your eyes and lips. “There’s that smile I love to see.”

You stayed quiet for a few moments. It was so quiet and warm. You felt like your whole body was on fire from the way he was holding you, wiping your tears away, and even just from being so close to you. You hadn’t felt this way in a while. Definitely not with Kai, even before you two started having issues. Maybe you did make a mistake.

Before you could register what was happening, your lips had met with Klaus’s. It seemed as though you were unconsciously leaning in. You didn’t pull away, though. This felt amazing.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and clasped your hands. Klaus’s hands griped your waist and pulled you flush against him. You leaned into him to deepen the kiss. The kiss went from slow and tender to fast and passionate. You couldn’t get enough of him. His smell, taste, body against yours. You missed this feeling.

You began to walk forward. You pushed Klaus down onto the bed. He watched you in adoration as you slipped off your shirt. You then sat down and straddled his waist, cupping his jawline and kissing him again. After a few short moments, Klaus’s lips trailed down from yours to your neck. You let out a breathy moan and be sucked on your sweet spot.

“You’re so pretty,” he muttered into your skin. You smiled as you reeled your head back to give him more surface area. Your hands weaved through his hair and tugged on tufts as he bit down on your collarbone.

“Klaus, oh.”

You began to rock your hips against his. His grip on your waist tightened. He began to bite down harder, making you hiss at the pain. But you didn’t tell him to stop.

What made you stop was Kai’s voice from downstairs.

“Y/n! Are you home? I got you dinner.”

You pulled away from Klaus, running to your bathroom and whining at the hickey he had made.

“What shall I do?” Klaus asked, a small smirk on his face.

“Jump out the window.” You threw on a turtleneck and put on your jeans from earlier. You opened the window, ushering Klaus out of your house. He got out just in time.

Kai knocked on the bedroom door, seeing you by the window reading. He smiled softly.

“Hey.”

You turned to him, a small smile on your face. “Hi.”

“How was the movie?” He asked. “Could’ve been better,” you shrugged.

“Are you hungry?” He asked. “Starving,” you nodded.

Not for food, though.

“I got you your favorite,” Kai said.

“Oh, thank you.” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled him closer to him. You suddenly felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t the same as Klaus, who held you and you felt like his whole world.

You got out of his grip almost immediately, running downstairs and getting a plate of food.

“So, um, we should talk,” Kai said.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

He sighed, “I love you. So much. I feel like we aren’t on the same level, though.”

“Yeah, I agree.” You swallowed your food hard. This would be a perfect time to tell him out your made out with your ex boyfriend just minutes ago. You weren’t a liar. At least, you didn’t try to be.

“I have something to tell you,” you said.

“What’s up?” He asked.

You bit your lip nervously as you thought of what to say. There was no way to sugarcoat this.

“I kissed Klaus.”

His brows raised and his face started to get red. “You what?”

“I kissed Klaus,” you repeated, this time a little quieter.

Kai stalked over to you. He was livid.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I-I’m sorry! It just happened!”

“Something like that just doesn’t happen, Y/n!”

“It does. Especially when your boyfriend has been distant for the last few months!”

“Oh, so this is my fault?”

“Kind of, yeah,” you nodded. He chuckled sourly. “I cannot believe you. You know, I knew we were having problems, but I never once thought to cheat on you.”

“Me neither! You have to believe that!” You sighed.

“Did you like it?” He asked quietly. You nodded slowly. Kai yelled and took the vase of Klaus’s flowers and smashed it onto the floor.

“Kai! Stop it!” You took his hands in yours.

“This is it then? Four years down the drain for some asshole who chose power over you?” He asked.

“I don’t want to throw us away, but I feel like it’s going to happen either way!” You started to cry. “I-I love you, but it has been killing me to see you slip away from me every single day. And maybe I’ve been slipping away, too, but I tried to the other day, and you chose to walk away.”

“Liv needed help!” He yelled. “With what?” You asked.

“Her boss was giving her a hard time.”

“That should be something she can handle herself!”

“She’s my sister. You’re my —”

“Oh, I’m just your girlfriend?” You scoffed. “The love of my life,” he finished.

“I don’t believe that for one second.”

“Should we make this official, then? Call it off now?” He asked.

Tears ran down both of your faces. You didn’t want to. You wanted to kiss him and make up, start over. But it wasn’t that simple.

“I don’t want to,” you mumbled.

He put his hand on your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes. “I love you, Y/n. I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

You sniffled, “I love you, too, Kai. I wish this wasn’t happening.”

“Relationships sometimes end. Fucking sucks we were one of those.”

You put your arms around him and hugged him one last time. “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe Klaus can treat you better. He was always better at romance anyways.” Kai swallowed hard. He hugged you tighter and buried his face into your neck.

You didn’t say anything else. You just hugged him for a while before Kai pulled away.

“I’ll pack my things,” he said. “No, it’s your house. I’ll pack my things,” you said.

“I still have to be a gentleman.”

“Rebekah is renting a house and has it for another week. That’ll give me plenty of time to find some place.”

“No, Y/n —”

“No arguing.”

He sighed, “Alright. I’ll help you.”

You nodded and walked upstairs. He packed two suitcases of your clothes and other necessities. You two decided you would get the rest of your things, like furniture and decorations, when you found a place.

“Thanks for helping me.”

“No problem. I suppose you’re going to see him now.”

You nodded slowly.

“Tell him he’s an asshole that doesn’t deserve you.”

You chuckled, “I bet he’ll appreciate that.”

“Well, we both knew this was going to happen. You love him more than you love me. Every time you looked at him, I could see that. I guess it was a matter of time you went back to him.”

“Kai,” you frowned. “Don’t him that, though,” he gave you a small smile.

“I promise I won’t.” You got into your car. You waved goodbye to Kai as you drove off. You cried all the way to Rebekah’s apartment. Even though you were very heartbroken, a little part of you was relieved. You were living a loveless life for a while there, and you just found a way out.

“Are you going to start dating my brother now?” Rebekah asked.

“I mean… I don’t know. What if it doesn’t work because after I’m healed from Kai, I don’t need Klaus anymore. Or what if Klaus chooses the world over me again? I really don’t need heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak.”

“That won’t happen again, love.”

You turned around, happy to see Klaus. He was carrying another bouquet of roses.

“I’ll leave you two. Don’t be late for dinner!” Rebekah said and walked away.

Klaus walked over to you, setting the bouquet of flowers down on the table. He sat next to you on the couch and took your hands in his.

“I’m sorry about the breakup.”

“No, you’re not,” you chuckled. “You’re right, I’m not. I don’t like seeing you so sad, though,” he said.

“I’ll get over it sometime,” you shrugged.

“Would you like me to help you get over it?” Klaus asked.

“I…” you chuckled breathily. “I don’t want you to get hurt too.”

“I’ve lived through lifetimes of hurt you cannot imagine. One little heartbreak from the woman of my dreams won’t hurt me… not that much.”

You smiled, “I’m serious!”

“I know.” He looked deeply into your eyes, making your brain hazy. “If you want to wait, I’ll wait. I’d wait for you for a lifetime. I just ask you to give me an answer soon.”

“I already know what I want,” you said. “Just promise me something?”

“Anything,” he nodded.

“If you think you’ll choose the world over me again, just spare me the heartbreak and leave now. I don’t want to —”

He stopped you by kissing you. You let out a surprised sigh, melting into the kiss immediately. He pulled away before things got good.

“I promise with my whole life that I will not choose you over everything. I made that mistake once, god knows I won’t make that mistake again.”

You nodded, “Nice to hear.”

“And what about our relationship? What do you want?”

“To be with you,” you said.

His lips curled up into a Cheshire smile. “With the better man, hmm?”

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hiii!!! omg please please pleasee do a part two of 3 hearts broken cus it fucking slaps miss girl

part 2 to 3 broken hearts!!! ive been so 🥺 at all the lovely comments+interest pt 1 had so thanku all !

summary: serious serious angst again will tom somehow get it back (unlike looking cos boy is a fool)

warnings: again lots of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) / wayyyy too much tea / slating Dom abit (obvs fictional but idk if I like the guy sorry his opinions are :/) / commitment issues

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read part 1 here!!!!

That was three days ago now. Three days since you'd spoken to your boyfrien- well, Tom. It wasn't evident what the situation was.

The typical British weather brought with it the most ironic pathetic fallacy you could ever see. The clouds were dark and glooming, firing angry pellets of rain out as hard as they could. When you had pulled up on the roadside, it had just been a light drizzle but synchronised with your anxiety levels rising - so did the rain. When you finally opened up the car door, you threw your hoodie open with a sigh before running up the pathway to the front door.

It was the same burgundy red that you knew so well, but this time instead of just letting yourself in - you stood in the rain used the brass knocker thing twice. To be honest, you were hoping that no one was home - but in that house, it was pretty unlikely. After 30 seconds of getting drenched in the downpour, you were about to let yourself in with the spare key before the door swung open.

"Oh! Er Y/n?"

"Yeh um hi." You had to shout a bit over the sound of what must now be classified as a storm.

"Toms not-"

"I know. Can I come in?" As awkward and stunted as this conversation was, if you didn't get out of the rain asap you would literally end up drowned.

“Oh er yeh-yeh yeh come in.”

Harry stammered as he held the door open, gesturing for you to enter into the tiled hallway. Gratefully, you followed, throwing your sopping wet hood back down and wiping your feet on the floor.

"Sorry for just showing up, but I left some scripts here. My management are on my arse to read them and-"

"And you waited till Tom left for mum and dads?" The fluffy-haired boy has caught you red-handed; there was no defence, so you didn't even try.

Because yes, you knew on a Friday afternoon when Tom was home he would always, like clockwork, go to his parents just to kick back and watch gogglebox with both of them. It was only natural then that you chose Friday afternoon to come and pick up your stuff.

"I've been waiting in my car for half an hour till I saw him leave." Harry half laughed at that, still the two of you standing opposite each other in the hallway. "Um, do you… do you hate me Harry?"

Clearly, he hadn't quite been expecting your question going by the way his eyes almost bugged out his head.

"No, I-I, of course, I don't… look, I'm home alone so you fancy a cuppa?" Not being able to help the small chuckle, you nodded appreciatively, following Harry through the house.

"Your answer to everything is tea."

Harry had prepared the two mugs in silence as you sat at the table waiting patiently - if nervously too. You didn't miss how Harry had still used your favourite mug, having had to dig through the cupboard to find the weird square-shaped thing. Once done, he rounded the kitchen island and placed it in front of you, which you instantly cradled in two hands - for the hope of warming you up.

"You cold?" Obviously, it was pretty evident that sitting in your rain-soaked hoodie was not cosy at all. "Hang on a sec."

The boy sprung up again, returning moments later with a hoodie in hand, one he offered out to you with a little smile. The issue was that him and Tom shared clothes, so the hoodie he was kindly offering to you also had been worn by Tom before. Which made it hurt a little bit to wear. It was better than sitting soaked through though.

"How have you been then?"

"Not the best, to be honest, but uh… how about you?"

"Being with Tom while he's fighting with you? Oh, it's a barrel of laughs. You might've escaped it, but I haven't." He was trying to lighten the mood, and you appreciated it, offering him a half-smile that didn't really meet your eyes.

"Yeh sorry about that."

"Don't apologise; it doesn't sound like it's your fault Y/n."

That surprised you. Tom, especially when he was in moods like he was when you argued, wasn't one to admit when he was wrong. It was usually how the world was against him and how he was so hard done by. Accepting responsibility was something he hadn't said to you yet - but at least, small steps.

"He say that?"

"Pretty much… doesn't seem like he's angry at you, but-but he's still angry."

"At the world?" You rolled your eyes; this seemed to be the same old Tom through and through. Still immature. Still not with the right mindset.

"At himself." Harry countered, slightly entertained, when he saw the flash of surprise in your face as he sipped his drink. "And me… if I dare to so much as breathe this week."

This time you properly laughed, and Harry joined in too before the room fell back to silence - except the noise of the rain hitting the garden patio slats. You swirled the tea round in your mug, feeling the brunette's eyes on you. He'd always been your fake little brother too, since you'd met the Hollands way back 3 and a half years ago. Tom and yourself were barely adults, which meant the twins were still proper children. Harry had always been the one that understood you. Hollands, by nature, loved humans - loved to talk, to chat, to gossip. But sometimes, doing all that socialising got too much for you, as it did for Harry. He was the only one that seemed to understand social exhaustion. So when those moments had hit, you'd kept each other company in silence.

He got you, sometimes in ways your own boyfriend didn't.

"You know why he got so worked up, right?" You shook your head, looking up curiously. "Dad got under his skin on his birthday zoom thing."

Ah, now that did seem to coincide with the start of Tom's more petulant phase. To be fair, Tom had been asking to move in together for near enough a year now - but it was only in the past month it seemed to be the only thing you'd talk about and obviously only three days since the flight back. Dom's birthday barely a week ago, whilst you and Tom were both filming - except Tom had managed to get a day off where you hadn't. So you hadn't heard this conversation.

"What'd he say?"

"Was talking about how he and mum were settling down at Toms age, joked about how you rejected him, said maybe you were holding out for something better."

"Something better?" Harry sighed, leaning forward onto his elbows.

"He'd seen an article just off a trashy tabloid… it named you Hollywood's golden girl or something, said you could have the pick of any person on the planet…"

Of all the people in the world, why is Tom affected by shit journalism? He knows how much bullshit people write. He knows how it's all made up, exaggerated nonsense. And what he should know, completely and totally, is how much you love him. And if he didn't, was that your fault? Had you done something wrong, something to make him doubt you?

Harry seemed to notice the internal dialogue going on in your head, adding to the point. "It wasn't the article though, it was the fact dad said it."

Hmmm.

You and Dom got on; it wasn't like you hated the possible future father in law or whatever. Just…. you had very different outlooks. As much as Tom prided himself on how' grounded his family keeps him' -to you at least, they aren't entirely at sea level either. They'd never really had any particular struggles in life. They were the definition of middle class, and that's about it. They lived in a posh suburb of London, had all their family still around. It was the perfect family.

And whilst you were in no illusions about how privileged your life was now. It hadn't always been. You'd never had the 'nuclear' family. Instead, only your dad and a string of dodgy and fleeting stepmothers while struggling to make ends meet. So you were just always wary of Dom, of his opinions that so often his boys took for gospel. They always seemed pretty sheltered and close-minded.

And yet, Tom was a grown man.

"I get that, I just… Tom should know that we know more about our relationship than his dad. I mean,… have I done something wrong? Made him think I'm not in this for the long haul?"

"No nonono Y/n he's just… well he's an idiot, isn't he? I don't think he properly understands why you're cautious about moving and everything. He's just an idio- "

Harry was cut off for lightly insulting his brother by the sound of the front door opening, both of your heads swivelling towards the source. You then met Harry's eyes in a panic, to which he replied relatively simply.

"Just talk to each other. For my sake." You would've argued if it weren't for the fact you were so focused on Tom's shuffling around in the entrance hallway - back early from his parents.

"Baz? Where you at? I thought I saw Y/n's car and-"

"Kitchen!!!" Before Tom could say anything else, possibly landing himself in more trouble, Harry interrupted as his chair screeched while standing up. And then Tom was just there. Standing in the doorway, his arms dropping limply to his side as he noticed you. Everything about that moment seemed to freeze, when you locked eyes with him for the first time in three days. It didn't go unnoticed, the way his Adams apple bobbed, the way his eyes widen. The boy looked plain and simply terrified.

It was Harry who broke the silence, after giving you a stern look that said 'stay'. The younger Holland boy walked up to Tom and spoke.

"Try actually talking and actually listening about your problems with each other." And then he was gone, down the hallway and up the stairs.

For a few moments, Tom stayed absolutely stationary, now staring at where Harry had been when speaking to the both of you (but mainly Tom). Long enough to put your sense of unease at an all-time high, ready to make a break for it.

"If you don't want to talk, then I can leav-"

"NO!" Apparently snapping out of it, Tom exclaimed loud enough to make you flinch from your seat. "Sorry! I-I just… I wasn't expecting to… you know, to see you."

"Yeh I just uh- just came to pick up some scripts… Harry cornered me with a tea, though; otherwise, I'd be…."

"Baz thinks the whole world could be fixed with tea."

"that's what I said!" You instinctively responded, forgetting the fact you're supposed to be mad at him, and just for a second falling back into your normal flow.

Tom didn't even try to hide his grin in response, until you quickly corrected your face- then he did too. Turning around to put the kettle on for himself. Because right now, he needed to fix his whole world, and he needed all the help he could get. For a period, the only noise was the sound of the kettle boiling, then the teaspoon clinking against the mug as he stirred - until he padded over, taking the seat across from you.

"So."

"So."

"It's been a while," Tom stated the bloody obvious.

"You never called."

"Didn't think you'd want me to."

You thought that the early signs weren't all that auspicious. His ability to read a situation once again failing.

"I wanted you to say something."

"Say what?"

"What do you think Tom?" He replied to the sarcastic tone by sucking in a sharp breath, holding it for a second, before slowly exhaling. As if trying to compose himself, take time to think of a response - a mature move for him.

"Well, I think you want me to say sorry? For being so moody and not waiting for you and for upsetting those kids. And thanks too, for covering for me?"

You just hummed. Waiting for him to continue. Because yes, you did deserve all those things. But you also deserved more. An apology for, oh I don't know, saying he didn't think you loved him? It was a wait that never ended, he had nothing more to add.

"Going by your face, I take it I missed something?"

The bloody cheek of it.

"Theres nothing else? Nothing else at all? …" You gave him that chance, the opportunity but all he could respond with was a shake of his head. "You thought I was fine about you saying that I don't love you?" You hadn't intended on raising your voice, but really you hadn't realised you did till after the fact. To blinded by rage at his ignorance.

"You want to talk about this now?"

"When else Tom?" You sighed, realising he perhaps wasn't ready for this conversation. Maybe he needed more time to think things through, have sense talked into him by various wiser family members. Or maybe, he never would be. That was the worst-case scenario. But also… you're most likely prediction.

He shuffled in his seat, clearing his voice but not saying anything. Not a peep.

"I have spent three years of my life with you. I've had countless nights of too little sleep because that was the only time you could facetime. I've exposed my relationship to the world and people's opinions because you didn't want to hide. All I've done is love you. How could you even say that?" There might've been tears in your eyes, yet you were determined to keep them at bay. You needed to have this out, one way or another, to be clear and cohesive and logical. No time to cry.

"Y/n I know that, I…" He sighed, instinctively reaching for your hand, but you were quicker to pull it away. There was hurt in his eyes, but so there should be. "It just sometimes feels like that's it for you. That yeh you love me but you just want to standstill. That this is as much as it'll ever be."

Your emotions were suddenly uncontainable. Your voice croaked as you whispered, "Have I done something wrong?"

"No love, nonono if that's how you feel then that's okay. But it's something I'm not… shit this is hard." He took a pause to take a sip of his drink, your glazed eyes never leaving his. "I don't think I can stand still anymore. And yeh I was pissy and childish the other day because my dad got under my skin about the whole moving in thing… But these past few days, it just has got me thinking. Because I love you, so much."

This time when he reached out to grab your hand, you actually leaned into it yourself. Not because you were giving in, but because this hurt. This hurt so fucking much that you needed something to ground you, or else god knows. Because the way he was speaking, it sounded so finite.

"I love you too."

"I do know, which is…is why this is so hard." At the very least, Tom had conceded that.

The conversation ceased to silence yet again. The room felt so cold; even Tom/Harry's hoodie was doing nothing to keep you from the endless empty cold that seemed to be coming from within.

"When I re-registered my health card last month, and I made you my emergency contact on it. I-I made you my next of kin on everything actually. I didn't think about it twice. And-and this-"You pulled your phone out of your back pocket, immediately pulling up the app onto the open page. "This is my Pinterest board for our baby's nursery theme. I know-" You paused, to quickly wipe your cheeks clear of the tear tracks that may or may not have been there. "I know it's probably a long way away, but I just love the Scandinavian theme." You laughed at yourself, suddenly embarrassed at your blabbering and quickly pulled up a different app. "And this… this was from the other week when I was helping Y/bf/n start her vows." Hands trembling as you turned the phone around for Tom to see again. "She was finding it really tricky so she said, what would you say to Tom on your wedding, so-so I made this list." You only dared to look at him when you were sure he'd be reading through that note.

It was bizarre because he looked… well, he looked happy. Here you were feeling traumatised, showing things that you'd barely even deeped how committed they were - and he was pleased? Feeling the fire burn once again inside of your chest, you quickly swiped the phone away and back into your pocket. Only then did he look up, eyes widening - presumably at quite how psychotic you looked.

"So don't you dare say that I don't want a future with you."

You said it with such force, there was a pause. Tom letting those words sink deep into his brain. The way his expression flickered minutely gave you hope. You thought he got it. You thought he really understood now.

"But why don't you want to move in then?"

There it was again. He knew why. But he didn't get it. And, probably, he never would.

You were about to crash completely. So you ran. As fast as your legs could carry you, not even aware of your chair crashing to the floor in your wake. You ran out of that house and away from him. Away from who you had thought was the love of your life.

?give tom a final chance w one last part?

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[slytherwrites]

Dedicated Interest - pt 1

Costume Innovation

The moment when a Class 1A member became interested in you would be days into the second year of school when you actually approached them after the second year lunch. With your notepad in hand and confidence spurred on from Power Loader himself supporting the redesigns, you head towards your target: Momo Yaoyorozu.

You’ve seen her fight—you’ve seen all of the future heroes fight. Support Class students are encouraged to watch Hero Course students in order to gain inspiration. Over the winter break, something in you had the urge to fix many of the hero students’ costumes—particularly the ones in Class 1A. They seemed to need your help the most.

The cafeteria is massive. But the tall girl isn’t hard to spot. With her long, black hair and confident, but charming voice, you’re able to locate her pretty easily. Getting her away from the girls she’s walked in with is the hard part.

But you don’t stop. In fact, you just go for it. It’s now or never, afterall.

“Yaoyorozu,” you ask, “can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Oh yeah, sure!” She replies, “don’t wait up for me guys. I’ll be there shortly!”

You lead her out into the hallway. The noise of the cafeteria can still be heard, but it’s muted enough so you two can clearly hear each other.

“Have we met before..?”

“Not formally,” you reply, “I’m one of the Support Class students, L/N Y/N. I was watching a bunch of the students compete and I was inspired to do costume redesigns.”

You pass her the notepad. A barebones sketch of her is underneath a more detailed drawing of your suggested hero outfit. With inspiration from both her summer and winter costume, it gives more strategic thought to her hero costume than there was before. There is an open back with an easily detachable front that can optionally be worn with a cloak. Elbow pads and knee pads provide joint protection, as well as shoes that’ll support her instead of the heeled boots she’d been fighting in. The cutouts are strategically placed, with spots on her thighs, lower legs, back and stomach. There still is an element of modesty, as her breasts aren’t halfway out all the time anymore and it’s all in her original color scheme.

“This is…” She pauses. You can’t tell what’s on her mind.

“Sorry if I overstepped my boundaries, I promise not to bother you anymore!”

“This is ingenious!” Momo replies, “Tell me, when do you think you could have this made?”

“Oh umm… I would have to get you measurements and source the materials, but that shouldn't take too long. A week, maybe two tops? Nothing new’s being innovated, it’s just a matter of taking it from my notes to an actual thing…”

“Sounds great.” She takes the pencil you keep clipped on your notepad and writes down her number, “I need to get to lunch but I’m free this afternoon for measurements. Text me!”

“I will!” You take the notebook, clutching it against your chest. Yaoyorozu was the right person to start with.

===

You immediately added Yaoyorozu’s number after lunch and now you’re getting a ping from it.

Yaoyorozu: Hey, I’m free anytime from 4:30-6:30pm. What time works best for you?

You look at your clock now. 4:30’s coming up soon. A number of your classmates are still in the 2-H Workshop, but it isn’t so busy that you wouldn’t bring in another person—that’s only when Hatsume’s working, as she’s a safety hazard in and of herself.

Y/N: Now’s fine! I’m in the 2-H workshop. It’s in the east wing.

The chatter of machinery and the lyrics to some pop song trail along in the background. You’ve mostly tuned it out, so Yaoyorozu has to tap on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Y/N?” Her calling you by your first name gets you out of your daze and you reply, “Oh, hi Yaoyorozu!”

You turn to face her. A bit of heat heads to your face as you see Yaoyorozu’s skin tight outfit. She certainly isn’t uncomfortable in her skin.

“You like my outfit? It’s designer—part of Mount Lady’s recently dropped workout line.” She replies, “I thought I’d wear something closer to my skin in order to get proper measurements done.”

“Oh yeah. That’s smart. Let me grab my tailor’s tape and a sticky note!” You rummage through your school bag for spare supplies, pulling it out and pushing your classwork aside, “Here it is! Now we’ll start from the top down, getting all of the measurements and then you can be on your way.”

“Sounds perfect.” Momo stands straight, arms and legs shoulder width apart. She’s obviously done this before.

As you hum along to the music, Momo watches you. You don’t notice, but she stares at you, dedicating every little detail to memory. Something in her wants to replicate everything you have for herself. Though, as you stand up and put your tape measurer down, she coughs and clears her mind of it’s racing thoughts.

“So… what were you working on?”

“Schoolwork, nothing much.” You admit, “Just some back to school safety briefings—as if most of us didn’t come in during the winter to continue our projects. You probably don’t want to hear about it.”

Momo proves you wrong, “What other projects do you have going on?”

“Oh uh… well, Power Loader’s gave us a robotics project to work on and I’ve been specializing in costumes so I’ve been trying to create a list of heroes and hero students to make improved costumes on. You’re the first I’ve actually been able to do hands-on work for though… That’s for this, by the way!”

“How could I refuse?” Momo asks, “Your improvements and overall design is better than what I could’ve come up with on my own.”

“I guess…”

“May I ask,” Momo says, “How did you come up with this design?”

“Mostly by watching your trainings, as well as current pro hero costume trends.” You repsponds, “Most female pro heroes have their legs exposed in some capacity, but don’t have any sort of knee protection—which I think is stupid. And if we do knee protection, we need elbow protection. And I’d advocate for more coverage in order to have protective plating underneath the suit, but since you need your skin out, I had to limit it to specific areas. And the cloak came really handy for that! Plus I could have it cover your back in order to let you conceal items you create and have you… I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“No, no! It’s fine.” Momo replies, “I find this fascinating. Please continue!”

“Well… I’ve noticed that in a pinch that you’ll lose your top and then have to make yourself new clothes. But since your shirt is magnetic and can be put back together, you can save… materials as well as use that space for other things.” You continue with a laugh at yourself, “I don’t really understand how your quirk works, but I hope this costume will work…”

“I convert fat lipids into other atoms and release them from my skin.” Momo explains, “but I think your idea will work.”

“Let’s see.” You reply, “Well, I think that’s all I need from you. Thanks for sticking around and listening to my rambling, Yaoyorozu.”

“Call me Yaomomo. My friends do, anyway.” She tells you, “Text me anytime!”

“Oh uh, cool.” You tell her, “I will.”

She eventually leaves you to your devices, but you don’t leave her thoughts. In fact, you are steadily taking up a large portion of her thoughts as she contacts her house staff to start construction on a wing in the manor to give you the biggest, best laboratory possible.

#yandere class 1a #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere momo yaoyorozu

[ladyartemesia]

The Secret

◐ PART IV of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Series Masterlist ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Mature (for this installment)

Warnings: ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming. Violence and discussion of violence relating to ritual combat. Jin’s pheromones need their own warning. Yoonji and Yunli are not the same person.

Word Count: 3600

Author’s Note: This update literally made me sob because I edited it and formatted it and it just disappeared when I posted. I seriously felt my heart drop because it took so long to format... ANYWAYS I wonder if anyone guessed the secret.

”You can’t do this, Luna ... Come back inside.”

Your hand tightened on the doorknob.

“I was just going out for some air-”

Jin shook his head, letting his lanky frame collapse onto the overstuffed chair by the fireplace. 

“And after the air... then what?”

Your terse silence was confirmation enough. 

He sighed heavily, hating himself a little for what he had to do. 

“You cannot go to him. They’ll smell you on his skin and it could cost him... dearly.”

Your eyes fluttered shut.

“I just wanted to see him...,” you whispered. “I wanted to talk to him just once before-”

A sob bubbled up in your throat and your hand flew up to cover it. 

The dawn would come in two hours. 

And then Park Jimin would be gone. 

Jin’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and you fell against him hopelessly. 

“They’re going to make me watch, Jin-ah. I-I have to watch him-”

Bitter tears overtook you, wracking your body with the violence of your despair. 

“I know...,” he murmured softly into your hair, “I know.” 

“Do you think he’ll really show up?”

The chief elder glared fiercely at the young man who dared voice such a question. 

The entire pack had jammed themselves into the clearing where the challenge was taking place and despite the solemnity of the occasion, the atmosphere buzzed with barely contained speculation. 

“Park Jimin was chosen by the goddess herself to be her champion or to be the divine test of her champion. Have some respect,” he hissed. 

The young pup had the decency to look abashed, but the chief elder was already ignoring him in favor of the newest arrival... 

A Luna wore only three ceremonial colors at any given time. 

Green for celebration and harvest was worn in times of laughter and gaiety. 

Blue for mourning and peaceful resolve was worn in times of trial and hardship. 

Red for passion and vengeance was worn in times of war and signified the sacred bonds that wove the pack together. 

Your mother laid out a blue cloak as it was the color chosen by every Luna who had ever faced down a provocatione ritual.

But you arrived in sumptuous Red. 

It was a stunning act of defiance, a wordless declaration of your fury. You were here to obey the goddess, but in a crimson cloak you would not embrace this challenge with peaceful resolve. 

An attack upon your mate, even under these circumstances, was an attack upon you. 

You had come dressed for war. 

Jimin heard the gasps echo around his meditation cell.  

He and Namjoon arrived at the sacred circle a full hour before dawn and sequestered themselves in the small, free-standing hovels on opposing sides of the the site. 

The tiny pods were spaces for an individual to commune with the goddess and center themselves before engaging in the typically life-altering events that brought them there. 

Sometimes it was marriage or celebration, sometimes it was acceptance to one of the guilds or a promotion to a higher rank within your family’s clan...

Today it was life and death and the future of the pack that weighed upon the combatants’ shoulders. 

The sudden swell of movement and sound pulled Jimin from his meditative state. 

What happened? 

He got his answer soon after an elder came to escort him into the circle. 

It was you. 

Your hands and feet were bound to the ornately carved chair they had seated you in. This was a typical precaution because it was natural for a wolf to defend their mate if they were in danger and the restraints kept the Luna from doing so. 

The pain in your gaze was agonizing, but in red, flowing down from your shoulders with fiery obstinance, you were every inch the warrior queen. 

Yet it was not your rebellious cloak or even your incredible beauty that caused his heart to pound and stutter in glorious shock...

It was the familiar praesidium bracelet wrapped around your wrist; an intimate message of devotion that he and he alone would understand. 

Pride and possessiveness roared to life in Jimin’s chest. 

She’s mine.

“You look... surprisingly calm.”

Taehyung jerked guiltily. 

“What? Me? I don’t know anything - I mean I’m not calm - I’m frantic. I - I don’t even understand the question.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised right up into his hairline. 

“Taehyung-ah? Did you put those special mushrooms in your broth this morning? You’re acting a bit strange-”

“No,” Taehyung’s voice cracked. “This is me - this is totally normal me. I’m not - there were no mushrooms-” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “So - uh - how’s Yoonji?”

“Oh my go- really?!” 

The chief elder began to recite his speech, reminding the pack of the profound significance this moment carried...

But Yunli could barely hear his words over the ringing in her ears. Her gaze fixed on Namjoon from the moment the elder brought him forward... yet he had not glanced toward her once. 

He looked so strong and confident. 

So capable of victory. 

A faint whimper of abject sorrow worked its way passed her lips and Namjoon’s eyes flew to her instantly. 

As if he had always known exactly where she was. 

Longing split his features for a fraction of a second. 

Then his gaze shuttered again and Yunli’s wolf howled in silent, mournful agony. 

Anticipation bore down upon the assembly as the chief elder uttered the last few sentences with reluctant finality. 

The moment had come.  

Both alphas stepped into the circle. 

You began to tug frantically - futilely - against the bonds. Jin’s hand gripped yours as a tear slipped heedlessly down his cheek. 

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon whispered - to you - to Yunli - to Jimin -

To himself. 

Then his claws lengthened to a deadly point and he tore forward with a chilling snarl. 

Jimin remained unnaturally still, watching his rival barrel towards him with almost calculated intent. 

Namjoon’s arm drew back to land the first strike and- 

———◐———

Last Night...

———◐———

“Wait - WHAT?!”

“It was... me. I broke the table.”

Taehyung drew back slowly. His eyebrows furrowed in profound confusion. 

“With what? A jackhammer!?”

Jimin tilted his head in amusement. 

“Hammerfist strike... actually.” He shrugged. “I lost my temper.”

“You - You lost your-“ Tae began shaking his head rapidly. “Is it a spell of some sort?! Goddess you know better than to get tangled up with witches! You let them give you a band aid and then they show up ten years later asking for your firstborn!”

Jimin rolled his eyes. 

“Of course not! No... it’s...” he bit his lip. “You remember that time I came to your house a little too early and... Yoonji had you tied to a bed...”

Tae paled. 

“We agreed never to speak of that.”

“And I haven’t - spoken of it - especially since Yoongi still thinks his precious baby cousin is unaware of big bad boy wolves and if he found out you were corrupting her-”

“Wait. You think I was corrupting her?!“

“The point is... it’s a secret. And I know you have your reasons for keeping it that way so... I hope you’ll understand what I’m about to tell you...”

———◐———

Fourteen Years Ago...

———◐———

Jimin’s hands fidgeted nervously over the flyer that the human boy offered him. 

“But I’m only in Seoul for the summer.”

Just long enough to miss Alpha Camp entirely. 

“That’s perfect because it’s only a summer program. Seriously, you were so fast catching that jar I knocked over. Your reflexes are amazing and it looks like you’ve got the perfect build for it too.” He tapped the flyer for emphasis. “Think about it.”

No one had ever told Park Jimin that he would be good at anything like this. In fact most people told him he needed to be better...

Bigger. 

Stronger. 

His eyes traveled over the large letters printed at the top of the brochure. 

“Taekwondo...”

——◐——

“...so thank you all again for signing up and attending the orientation. I will see you tomorrow for our first class.”

A strange sense of anticipation hummed through Jimin as he gathered his coat. He was finally doing something for himself; something that had nothing to do with being an alpha-

“You’re a wolf, aren’t you...”

The young instructor who gave the initial demonstration and spoke for most of the orientation stood behind him with his arms crossed.

Jimin’s eyes widened in shock. 

“How did you know?”

The stranger tapped his nose. 

“My grandfather had a human mate and his pack exiled him for it. I’m mostly human, but this nose can pick up another wolf’s scent just as well as yours.”

Modern packs didn’t exile wolves with human mates anymore, but fifty years ago the practice was still unfortunately common. 

“I’m sorry about your grandfather.”

The young man smiled. 

“He lived a long happy life with his mate and his family. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He stretched out his hand. “Lee Taemin.”

“Park Jimin.”

They shook firmly, and Taemin continued to examine him with unconcealed interest. 

“Tell me, Park Jimin, what’s an alpha wolf doing all the way out in Seoul? The only pack around here married their last child into one of the mountain nations years ago.”

“That was my mother, actually... I’m here visiting my grandmother.”

Taemin tilted his head curiously. 

“I’ve never known wolves to be interested in human martial arts. You lot prefer to fight shifted... In fact, I doubt a mountain wolf could even throw a punch,” he snorted, “not that they’d need to with those fangs.”

Jimin’s shoulders fell a little. 

“So... you don’t think I’ll be good at it.”

“On the contrary, I think you could be incredible.”

The young wolf’s face brightened immediately. 

“Really?! Even if I’m not as strong as other wolves?”

“Taekwondo isn’t about strength. It’s about speed. Master the speed and the strength will follow.”

———◐———

“Relax your body. Focus your energy.”

Jimin drew in a deep breath as he moved  through the pattern Taemin taught him. 

“The power and speed of your wolf is constant, but most wolves do not bother channeling it in human form. Concentrate on your wolf and bring that power into your strike.” 

His hand came down on the thin press wood and-

It hurt. A lot. 

Taemin chuckled as Jimin cussed and swore, cradling his tender fist grouchily. 

“You’ll get it. Just keep practicing.”

“Are you sure I’ll be able to break the boards one day?”

The boy’s face was so round and adorably hopeful. Taemin nodded confidently and offered him some ice. 

“A human with training can break boards, but a wolf who harnessed his natural speed and strength could break much more than that.” 

———◐———

Twelve Years Ago...

———◐———

“You’ve improved a great deal since last summer. Were you finally able to find a teacher near your pack?”

“Yes - but... she’s not as good as you.”

Finding a local Taekwondo teacher had been the easy part. 

Constantly making up excuses to explain his habitual disappearances... 

That was trickier. 

His mother thought he was hunting with Taehyung, Taehyung thought he was sniffing around some human girl and needed a buddy to cover his tracks. 

Sneaking away to practice wasn’t too difficult, but he panicked when Yoongi caught him moving through forms in the woods once and pretended to be doing an interpretive dance. 

With no music.

Yoongi had looked at him a little funny since then. 

Taemin grinned. “Of course she’s not as good as me. I’m the best. Now take position and let’s see if you can finally land this kick.”

———◐———

Ten Years Ago...

———◐———

Jimin glared at the thick oak board Taemin sent him home with this year. 

“It’s a 4x6 solid oak plank. I want you to break it before the winter solstice.”

He snorted, positioning the board between the makeshift vices he fashioned to hold it in place. 

“Sure, I’ll just get right on that.”

“...Who are you talking to?”

Jimin groaned internally.

Of course. 

“Hey guys,” he turned to greet Jungkook and Hoseok brightly (while completely ignoring the question). “Where - where are you two headed today?”

Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with excitement. 

“One of the elders is going to teach us how to build traps! He invited all the unmated alphas to go with him past the boundary lines to test whatever we make!”

A familiar embarrassment settled heavily in Jimin stomach. 

“Oh... I uh... I didn’t hear that.”

“I’m sure it was just a mistake that they didn’t call for you,” Hoseok rushed to reassure him. “You could come with us. I don’t think the elder would mind.”

The older boy’s gaze was filled with discomfort... and pity. 

Jimin cleared his throat and forced up a sunny smile. 

“No that’s fine - I have work to do anyways so...”

Jungkook nodded quickly, desperate to escape the unexpectedly awkward conversation. 

“Have fun!” he shouted, already beginning to jog away. 

Jimin watched quietly as their figures grew smaller, waiting till their clumsy steps no longer disturbed the stillness around him. 

He should be used to it by now... 

The passive rejection. 

It shouldn’t bother him anymore. There was no malicious intent... just casual dismissal again and again and again-

An angry roar tore past his lips as he brought his hand down on the board. 

It cracked in half. 

———◐———

Eight Years Ago...

———◐———

“It’s strange but - I feel like the better I become at this, the stronger my wolf is.”

“That isn’t strange at all. You and your wolf are two halves of a whole. The more you balance your energy, the more your strengths can be shared. Now - stop stalling and get to it.”

Jimin eyed Taemin’s latest idea with a reluctant groan.

“None of the other students have to break cinder block.”

“None of the other students are wolves. Besides, it’s been 6 years, you’ve broken stacks of boards. It’s time for a real challenge.”

“I’m lucky I haven’t broken a bone,” Jimin mumbled irritably. 

He did that day, but it was healed in a week and he broke his first cinderblock a month later.

———◐———

Five Years Ago...

———◐———

“Remember, timing is everything. Never let your opponent see what you’re going to do.”

“How many times do you think I’ve heard that over the last ten years?”

“Not enough, clearly. You’re still telegraphing with that right foot.”

Jimin’s left hand shot out and connected with Taemin’s jaw.

“Am I?”

Taemin blinked up at him from the floor. 

“Ok. I admit. That was pretty impressive.”

———◐———

Three Years Ago...

———◐———

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I was looking for Jin.”

Jimin scrambled to his feet, dumping the pile of pebbles he collected (for his mother’s garden) noisily to the ground.

“Luna...”

He took a discreet step backward as your gaze scanned the area in frustration. 

“You haven’t seen my cousin, have you?”

Jimin gulped. 

He had seen Kim Seokjin - leading a curvy beta girl (nose first no doubt) in the direction of the old wading pool. It took every bit of self-restraint he possessed not to laugh out loud each time Jin bashfully declared that he was a ‘good boy’ and to ‘be gentle with him,’ - after all, he’d given the same speech to two other she-wolves last week. 

Best not to scar her for life. Some things cannot be unseen.

His mind darted briefly to the scene he’d walked into at Taehyung’s house yesterday.

“I have no idea where Seokjin is, Luna.”

You sighed, gnawing absently at your lip while you considered his words, and Jimin felt a familiar hint of futile longing whisper through him. 

He’d never been so close to you, and now that he was, his wolf was making all sorts of insane suggestions to keep you near. 

Do a backflip. Climb a tree. Build her a house. 

Jimin bent quickly to gather his scattered stones, ashamed at the direction of his thoughts. 

You were so incredibly beautiful...

It was almost enough to make him forget that he would only ever be Park Jimin.  

He couldn’t blame the others for fighting and fawning over your attention like they did. You were the moon and every man around you was drawn in like the tide. 

“Today is my seventeenth birthday, you know.”

Jimin looked up to discover that you had moved much closer and were now looking down at him expectantly. 

He blinked. Twice. 

“I - yes. I did know.”

The entire pack was celebrating. He’d have to be comatose not to know.

“Should I save you a dance, Park Jimin?”

Up until that exact second, Jimin would have bet his life savings that you did not know his name. 

Yet here you were - so very close to him - gazing down into his eyes almost shyly.

He nodded because he couldn’t think of a single reason not to give you anything you wanted. And when you smiled so brilliantly -  he almost believed that you truly wanted to dance with him...

Almost. 

He never went to your party. 

He never danced with you.

Not that day. Not ever.

Because deep down he suspected that if he held you in his arms - even once - he would never truly let go. 

He was sure you wouldn’t notice his absence...  You wouldn’t remember talking to him by the time the evening rolled around. 

He never saw you search the crowds for his face right up until the midnight bell. 

He never saw you turn down dance after dance hoping that the beautiful boy from the forest would finally come and take your hand. 

He was your only wish that birthday. 

But he never knew. 

———◐———

One Year Ago...

———◐———

“I’ve never seen anything like your skill. You’ve long since surpassed me. I’m not sure what more I can teach you,” Taemin smiled, bumping Jimin on the shoulder, “Perhaps you should find a woman and spend a little less time practicing.”

An unwelcome flash of silver eyes and a laugh like sunshine danced through his mind. 

“No. I’m... not really the type wolf girls go for.” 

Taemin snorted. 

“I don’t believe that. Aren’t you an alpha?”

“Yes, but it’s... complicated.”

“Isn’t everything?”

Jimin laughed. 

“Yes, I suppose it is.”

Silence settled comfortably between them as they nursed several bottles of soju on his grandmother’s porch. Taemin had charmed the old hellion quite thoroughly and he would often drop by for a visit even when Jimin was back home with his pack.

“So what will you do now?” he asked. “You can’t compete. I can barely withstand sparring with you, and you’d kill a human - even if you landed a blow at half strength.”

Jimin ran his fingers absently through his hair while he pondered his mentor’s words. 

“I learned to fight because I was searching for something that would help me sort out who I was.” He scoffed. “I don’t know that I’m any closer to that goal.”

Taemin shook his head. 

“No. I think you’ve got it all wrong, Park Jimin. No one achieves what you have without knowing who they are. You’ve always been a fighter and some part of you realizes that.” He sighed heavily and finished off the rest of his drink. “Now I think you’re just... waiting.”

“For what?” Jimin chuckled playfully. 

Taemin pulled out another bottle and met his gaze with a knowing grin. 

“Something worth fighting for.”

———◐———

Now...

———◐———

Jimin remained unnaturally still, watching his rival barrel towards him with almost calculated intent. 

Namjoon’s arm drew back to land the first strike and- 

It was fast. 

So fast it almost seemed like magic. 

One moment the Kim alpha was the barest breath away from a swift and decisive victory-

Then he was crashing backwards onto the dirt. 

Those who watched carefully saw Park Jimin spin into a vicious kick, one that connected solidly with the middle of his opponent’s chest. 

Stunned silence pressed in from every side as Namjoon scrambled back to his feet, his expression wavering wildly between excruciating pain and monumental shock. 

Jimin smiled, letting his razor sharp canines lengthen menacingly as he flowed back into a perfect combat stance. 

“You didn’t think I’d just let you have her, did you?”

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [epilogue]

Warnings: sexual comments, pregnancy and children, marriage and weddings, just cuteness, mentions of IVF, mentions of parental issues, language, mentions of marital issues, mentions of fuckboy!Tommo

Word Count: 7,996

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                                          Welcome to Our Forever

                                               Thomas & Y/F/N 

                                                August 5, 2023 

White roses and eucalyptus line the wooden board announcing your wedding to the man of your dreams. Maybe not the best decision to have a summer wedding, but Harrison and Ivey had only wed some three months before, and you refused to take away her shine. As it was, when she sat beside you in her auburn colored dress to have her hair and makeup done, she was glowing, reminiscing on her big day with a brand new wedding band to go with her engagement/wedding ring, and a new ID showcasing the Ivey Eleanor Osterfield namesake. 

It wasn't necessarily the first time you four girls had been together since graduation, but the time that you spent together had dwindled since going out into the real world. Phoebe was making bank as an emergency room nurse at UW Emergency just off campus and she and Keaton had started living together in University District. Cole had moved Scarlett into his apartment once Keaton had moved out and she's been working as a financial analyst the past two years. He'd mentioned proposing to her, but hadn't officially done so yet. Ivey and Harrison were living in an apartment not far from you and Tom, Harrison working at the Seattle Art Museum, and not too far from him, Ivey was working as an editor in downtown Seattle. Still, after two years, the four of you were meeting up for date night often, you and Ivey mostly discussing wedding plans and crazy stories from your day, while the boys talked sports and alcohol. 

Since graduation, you and Tom had adopted a little gray pitbull from a local shelter, similar to Tessa, whom you named Rosir. With the help of your dad and the first few paychecks from your therapy office, you were able to purchase a car, a Subaru Crosstrek, which you and Tom used for weekend getaways and vacations. He'd even taken the time to revisit the same house he and the group stayed in in Oregon two springs ago with you. 

"You remember how you told me you wanted something like Ivey and Harrison that night shit went to hell?" He had asked you as you lay in bed one night, bare chests pressed together and Rosie laying just off to your side on the floor, squeaking her toy. You had hummed and nodded, leaning on his chest, 

"I regret that." 

"Don't say that. I just hope that it's been better than what they have. I've tried to make you happy." You smiled up at him and nodded, 

"I've never been happier than I am now." You had reassured him. He'd smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You'd discussed the shitshow that was the last two years of your relationship and how now, you couldn't see being with anyone else and you were convinced that your kids wouldn't have what you did, with a fractured family. Most of Tom's wounds had healed and he was focused on you, his career path, and your future. You were putting everything that had happened in the past behind you for the better now, focusing on your wedding, your marriage, the future. 

"You nervous?" Phoebe asks as an artist drags a brush with eyeshadow across her lids. You shrug as you're drawn from your haze, 

"Less nervous about marrying him than I am about graduation." You admit. She smiles, 

"I'm in love with you two. He's fucking lucky to have you." She murmurs, closing her eyes again. Ivey sighs, 

"I think you've beaten me out at being the most gorgeous on your wedding day." 

"No, don't say that. You were absolutely stunning." 

"Yeah, but are you seeing yourself? Tom is going to lose his shit." She explains. You smile, staring at yourself in the mirror as your makeup artist brushes blush along your cheeks. You giggle, 

"Okay, fine, I do look hot." You murmur. The three of you laugh along before Scarlett sighs and moves into the room, 

"Your dad and Cole are fighting again." You roll your eyes, 

"I almost just wish they hadn't tried to reconcile." You tell her. She smiles, 

"I mean... at least they're trying for you and all of our future kids." She reasons. You sigh, 

"Yeah, I guess." She sits behind the three of you, waiting until you're all finished before she helps you slide into the a-line dress you'd chosen, the girls gasping, 

"Oh Y/N, you look gorgeous." Ivey says. Phoebe and Scarlett agree and when Nikki enters the room, she gasps and covers her mouth, tears springing into her eyes, 

"Oh Y/N darling..." She mumbles. You smile, taking her hands when she approaches, 

"Do you think he'll like it?" You ask her about her son. She nods, sniffling softly, 

"Oh I think you could wear a burlap bag and he'd think you were exquisite, but this..." She nods, "he'll absolutely love you in this." She assures. You smile, 

"Great. You look amazing yourself." You tell her, looking her over in her maroon colored mother-in-law dress, 

"Well thank you sweetheart." She murmurs, a dusting of red coating her cheeks. She clears her throat, 

"I uhm, I have something for you." She says. It's only then that you notice the worn black box in her hands. You follow her to the small couch, sitting just beside her before she opens the box and reveals an old pearl necklace, "My grandmother got this as a gift and it's been passed down through our family. My mother wore it on her wedding day, I wore it on my wedding day. If you'd like... I want you to have it, wear it today and any day in the future as my first daughter-in-law." She tells you. You stare at it, mouth agape, 

"Oh gosh... Nikki... are you sure?" She nods immediately, 

"Of course. They're to be passed down. Hopefully you get a daughter to do the same to and the tradition can continue in our family." She tells you. You dab at your eyes with a tissue, 

"Thank you so much. It's beautiful." You tell her, moving forward to hug her. She hugs you back, kissing your cheek softly. She helps you latch it around your neck and by then, the girls are completely ready, 

"It's time Y/N/N." Ivey tells you with a cock of her head. You take a deep breath, 

"Gosh... really?" She shoots you a sympathetic smile and nods, 

"Fortunately." She tells you. You allow Nikki to fasten your veil into your hair and hand you your bouquet, the girls each collecting theirs before you stand before the full length mirror, staring at yourself. You take a deep breath, 

"The next time I step foot into this room, I will be Mrs. Tom Holland." You murmur more to yourself more than anyone. You watch Ivey smile in the mirror before you turn to them and nod, 

"Okay, I think I'm ready." You tell them. They each nod before leading you from the room, walking the short distance to where the boys are waiting at the end of the hall. Tom had more groomsmen than you had bridesmaids, but you didn't really care. Three of his seven groomsmen were walking alone, his brothers leading the pack down the aisle together. You honestly thought it was cute. Cole maneuvered his way over to you to kiss your cheek as your father appeared, 

"You look beautiful." He tells you. You smile, glancing up at your dad, 

"Thanks Cole." 

"You know mom would be more than proud of you." He reminds you. You nod, indicating to the veil, 

"And she's with me." When your dad had offered up the diamond encrusted lacy material your mother had bought for her own special day, you sobbed and agreed without a second thought. It was such a simple yet meaningful gesture, especially coming from your dad and you haven't thought twice about it since. Cole's eyes are glistening as he nods and Scarlett slips her hand in his bicep. 

Sam, Harry, and Paddy are the first down the aisle together, Tom's smile wide when he sees them. Ivey and Harrison are the first couple down the aisle with her as your matron of honor. Scarlett and Cole are next with her being your maid of honor, but you told Phoebe she was also your maid of honor. You weren't letting her feel left out in this situation. Gil was last down the aisle, helping your flower girl and ring bearer, both younger cousins of yours, down to their respective sides. You take a deep breath as you watch Tom stand at the head of the aisle, nervously swaying side to side, hands clasped in front of him. Your father flexes his bicep to imitate a squeeze, 

"Don't pass out on me. At least let me get you to him." He jokes. You smile, 

"Course not. But... this is the last time your little girl will be a Y/L/N." You tell him. He hums, glancing down at you when you look up, 

"You'll always be a Y/L/N, but I'm okay with you being a Holland. Tom is a good man." He reminds you. You smile and nod, 

"I agree." You murmur before "Canon In D" starts, giving you your cue. You take another deep breath before your father starts the walk, and all of your guests stand. Your dad reaches out and pats your hand as you walk out into the sunlight, your videographer (thank you dad) crouching beside your fiancè to capture his reaction which is quite honestly, the sweetest, most heart touching thing you've ever seen. He reaches up to brush his tears away, pivoting from foot to foot quicker as he takes a deep breath and blinks away the flood of tears that threaten to spill. You smile up at him, walking steadily with your father until you're standing just before him. He takes a deep breath as your minister asks who gives you away. Your father replies and hands you to Tom who helps you onto the small pedestal across from him. He sniffles softly, staring down at you with so much love in his eyes. 

The ceremony progresses quickly and before you know it, you're announced as Mrs. Tom Holland. Tom smiles wide before he's wrapping an arm around your waist, the other curled up your back as he dips you, sealing your deal with a final kiss. You hold him to you, staring up into his eyes when he stands you straight before he pivots on his feet, smile as wide as it can get as you're announced as husband and wife. He gives your hand a squeeze and waves it in the air as your guests cheer and clap. 

You scurry off, holding onto Tom as he kisses you over and over again and continuously tells you how beautiful you look while your wedding party makes their way back down the aisle, your bridesmaids and his groomsmen all crowding around you with congratulations thrown your way. You flaunt the ring, and before the guests pour from your venue and towards the large brick building for the reception, Tom's family and your dad and Heidi follow your wedding party to the designated picture area. 

The pictures, you can tell, are going to be absolutely gorgeous. Harry and Nikki were both more than happy to be the wedding photographers, and absolutely denied being paid for the work. But you'd seen sneak peeks of some of the shots they'd snapped of your wedding party and you were in love. You'd finally sobbed, and Tom had let you when Nikki flashed you a photo of yours and Tom's foreheads pressed together, his hand brushing along your cheek, wedding band shown off blatantly. It hadn't hit you, how serious getting married was and now it was. 

You'd been the last to depart the area where your professional photos were taken, Nikki and Harry leaving you for a private moment to yourselves, the first in nearly two days since the boys stole him and the girls had stolen you. You'd stood in silence for a moment, admiring the scenery of the woods around you before he'd untucked a hand from his pocket and reached out for yours. You'd threaded your fingers together, 

"Has this been the wedding of your dreams so far?" He asks softly. You smile, nodding, 

"Since I was a little girl I dreamed of marrying a prince. Now I have him, and this," You gesture around you, "This is more than I could ever ask for. It's been beautiful so far and merging our families has been a dream." You tell him, taking a step closer to him. His smile widens, 

"Good." He murmurs. Standing on your toes, you lean in and kiss him. He hums, 

"Can't believe I married the girl of my dreams." He murmurs. You giggle, 

"It is all very surreal. All of the times we talked about marriage and kids and now we're here, doing it." 

"Hell yeah, I don't fuck around." He jokes. You roll your eyes, 

"But... now that we have a moment... what do you think of the dress? Your mom said I could wear a bag and you'd still think I look stunning." 

"Oh definitely, but... yes... this is absolutely gorgeous. You look stunning darling. More so than ever." He tells you, holding you at arms length to look you over. You twirl for him, the bodice of your dress flourishing around you and Tom smiles, 

"So beautiful." Dragging you back in, he leans in to kiss you, arms bound around your waist, your hands rested on his shoulders, smoothing down them. He hums, 

"We should sneak off and have married sex now." You giggle, tipping your head back which draws him in to trailing kisses down your throat, 

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try and do a quickie in this dress. You'll get lost in it." You tell him. He chuckles, 

"I believe you. You've got a lot of tulle goin on here." Nodding, your rest your hands atop his shoulders, staring up at him, 

"You've made me so happy the past four years... I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." You tell him. He smiles, 

"The feeling is so fucking mutual." He tells you, hands curled around your back. He presses his forehead to yours and sighs, 

"I promise to make you happy every day of my life. You mean the world to me." He tells you. You sway him softly, holding his waist, 

"I promise to do the same." 

"And after tonight, we'll go to Fiji and have a good time, just the two of us, and then we'll come back and try for a baby." He starts. You giggle again, 

"You have our whole lives planned out then huh?" You ask. He nods, 

"Definitely. Won't be long now before we're house hunting and moving a sweet little babe in." He murmurs in your ear. You sigh, 

"Is it bad that I kinda wanna stay in the apartment for a little while after having a baby?" You ask. His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head, 

"No, not really. We... did talk about turning that spare into a nursery for her. We could go through with it." 

"And we're still stuck on them being a her huh? You do know I'll kill you if we have a boy first and you even think about being disappointed." You tell him. He hums, eyebrows knitting together again, 

"No, of course not, I would never. Any baby that comes from you is loved by me darling. You don't have to worry about it." He confirms. You nod, letting the silence permeate between you for a moment before you sigh, 

"We should probably be heading back. No one can do anything without us." You tell him. He chews the inside of his lip for a moment before sighing himself and nodding, 

"Yeah... let's go get a beer." Smiling, you hold your hand out for his again, lacing your fingers with his. He smiles as the prongs of your ring scrape against the pad of his finger and you give a tug of his hand to lead him up the trodden path towards your reception. Once on the concrete, leading up to the building, Tom squeezes your hand, glancing at the sign announcing you as husband and wife, 

"I cannot believe I am Mrs. Thomas Stanley Holland." You say. He chuckles again, 

"Sounds so fucking amazing." He tells you. You smile, 

"It does. I get to change my nameplate at work. Mrs. Y/N Holland. So exciting." He smiles before you round a corner and your wedding party is there, beers in hand and cheering directed your way. Tom waves his hand, cheeks flushing red and chuckles leaving his lips, 

"Stop, stop-" 

"You're a married man now Tommo!" Haz starts, 

"Yeah, what happened to the forever bachelor thing? Who are you and what have you done with our Tom?" Gil jokes. Tom rolls his eyes, 

"A beautiful girl crashed the party and roped my ass in." He admits. You smile and accept a beer from Cole, another handed to Tom, 

"Well congrats. You two make a beautiful couple. And... now you're my brother." He tells Tom, dragging him in for a hug. You smile, watching your husband and brother hug before Cole turns to you, 

"And you look beautiful Y/N/N. Mom is so so so fucking proud of you. I just know it." He tells you again. He leans in and kisses your cheek. Ivey pops up from inside the venue, 

"Alright guys. We're headed inside. Back into formation." You smile, looping your arm through Tom's. You'd chosen to have your DJ announce your wedding party, the group dancing in and once you make your way inside, it leads into your first dance. The other Holland boys lead, both sides of the families laughing at their antics. Ivey and Harrison follow, then Scarlett and Cole, and Keaton and Phoebe, finishing with Gil. Tom squeezes your hand in his arm as the DJ speaks again, 

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Holland!" He cheers, the roaring from your guests loud as Tom escorts you in the door, twirling you and showing you off to your family. Your cheeks hurt from the smile you carry and Tom let's out an airy laugh as you hand your bouquet off to Ivey and he wraps you in his arms, holding your body close as the first notes of your first dance song play through the speakers, all eyes on you. But none of it matters. All that matters are the chocolate colored eyes you know every inch of. The ones you've come to love and the ones you get to stare into for the rest of your life. He's yours, and you're his, and this is what forever feels like. 

                                                          --- 

You giggle and cling to Tom as he carries you across the threshold of your suite. He gently sets you on the bed, watching you lay out beneath him, 

"So stunning." He murmurs. You roll your eyes and sit up a little to pull your veil off, 

"I see the cheesiness hasn't dissipated." 

"Well no. It'll only get worse from here. Instead of taking it as my girlfriend or fiancèe, you're taking it as my wife. Now you for sure aren't going anywhere. It's so much worse." He tells you. You giggle, kicking your heels off. He sighs, raking a hand through his hair, 

"Is it bad if I say I'm glad that part is over?" He asks with a cock of his head. You shake your own head, 

"No... it's stressful. Especially for me when there was so much for me to trip over." You tell him. He hums, 

"You did great. You looked amazing all night and you were such the little party host." 

"I'm the bride, I have to be." He sits on the bed beside you, clearing his throat, 

"Yeah, I guess." Sighing, you roll so your body is pressed into his side. He leans back on the bed on his elbow, loosening his tie, 

"It was a pretty good night. You did good on the planning love." He chides. You smile, 

"Thanks babe. I put my heart, soul, and money into this perfect day." He nods, raising his eyebrows, 

"That's for damn sure." He murmurs. You giggle, 

"I couldn't imagine any other wedding being more perfect than ours. It was really fucking beautiful." 

"To be fair, your dad paid for a lot and my parents contributed too." He reasons with a shrug, staring up at the ceiling when he moves to lay back on the bed fully. You smile, leaning in on his chest. He sighs, 

"I loved every minute of it." 

"That's all that matters. You only get one wedding and it should be perfect." 

"It was. I love you." He smiles and leans up to kiss you, 

"Love you too darling." You sit in silence for a moment before you sit up and take his hand, 

"Unzip me, I have a surprise for you." You tell him. He hums, sliding the zipper down your back and moving to lean on his elbows again as he watches you slip from the wedding dress, revealing a beautiful set of ivory colored lingerie, an intricate piece that draws Tom's eyebrows up again, 

"Well that's one hell of a surprise." 

"I had every intention of wearing blue but this is a wedding night set and I couldn't pass it up." 

"Yeah, no, you'll have all kinds of opportunities to test out different lingerie. Heaven forbid you pass up this opportunity for wedding night lingerie." He murmurs. You smile, stepping from the puddle of tulle, lace, and satin at your feet and leaning in on his knees, 

"So I assume you like it." You coo. He snorts, 

"When have I ever not liked lingerie on this sweet little body?" He asks. You giggle, 

"Never." 

"Exactly." Moving his hands onto your hips, he drags you into his lap, your lips covering his. He hums into the kiss, moving his hands up your back. Your fingers move down to unbutton his shirt. You smooth over his stomach, his hands traveling down to hold onto your hips, 

"Shall we try and figure out what's so different about married sex?" You ask him. He smiles, pulling back to look into your eyes, 

"I think that'd be quite great actually." He murmurs. You smile down at him, 

"Just think... you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant now because we're already married." He chuckles, watching you reach behind you and unclip your bra, tossing it aside. He licks his lips, 

"I'd love to know what these'll look like when you end up pregnant." He murmurs, moving to massage your breasts into his hands. You tip your head back, holding his shoulders. You slide your hands beneath his button up brushing it from his shoulders. He sighs, 

"So perfect." 

"So yours." You murmur. He chuckles, 

"You're damn right." You giggle before he's leaning back, pulling you with him. You lean on the bed over his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him, 

"I love you husband." He smiles wide, 

"I love you, wife. More than you'll ever know." You lean back in to kiss his throat, his hands skirting down to your hips until the cold metal of his wedding ring is pressing into your lower back. 

The next night, after landing in Fiji and checking into your bungalow, Tom slides down into the sand beside you. He sighs, squinting in the setting sun and holding a beer out to you. You take it, thanking him softly and sipping from it. He does the same as you look him over. He looks calm for the first time in months. His hair is flat and he's wearing a tee and a pair of cotton shorts, no shoes on. You smile when he looks at you and his eyebrows furrow, 

"What?" He asks through a laugh. You shake your head, 

"Nothing, I just love you. You look good right now." You move to lay your head over his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, laying his head over yours and reaching out to squeeze your knee, 

"Happy first night of forever." He mumbles. You squeeze his body against yours, 

"So far, so good." You tell him. He hums, 

"Can't go wrong with me." Giggling, you sip from your beer again, leaning your arm on his knee, 

"I will admit, seeing "Mr. and Mrs. Holland" on the door was a really surreal thing for me." You tell him. He smiles, moving his hand up into the light to look at the ring on his finger, 

"I've always been called Mr. Holland in a professional sense but... hearing Mrs. Holland and knowing that it's in reference to my wife and that you're finally, fully mine is like... insane." He admits in return. You nod, 

"I agree." You murmur. Nudging the neckline of his top down, you brush a finger across the hickey you'd left the night before. He smiles, 

"The markings of a spoiled little wife." 

"I really don't think I'll ever be over the whole wife thing. Like... hearing you say it blows my mind. I definitely thought I'd be your girlfriend for the rest of my life and you'd never be ready to marry me." 

"I was ready to marry you the second you came back from New York after Spring Break." 

"Liar." 

"I did. I never wanted to let you go again. I had fucked up and never wanted to risk losing you again." He explains. You smile, looping your arms under his and leaning your head on his shoulder, 

"That's truly adorable. You've still had your moments but... I have no doubt that all the growth you've done since that whole mess has helped you. Really." He nods, 

"I feel a lot better, that's for sure." He tells you, sighing. You hum, 

"I'm glad. You know... we both have to be in a good mindset to have a baby." 

"Speaking of, you are okay with having a baby like... soonish right?" He asks. You shrug, 

"Yeah, sure, why not?" 

"I just obviously wanna make sure you're comfortable and we're on the same page." He tells you as you move to lounge between his legs. You scoff, 

"Bitch I just married you. There isn't a thing you could do to make me uncomfortable. We're one now." He chuckles, laying his hands over your stomach, 

"But you would tell me if something is out of your comfort zone right?" He asks. You nod, eyebrows knitting together, 

"Course." 

"Good." Leaning your head back against his chest, you sigh, closing your eyes. He presses his lips to your temple and leaves them there, breathing you in. The setting sun provides a nice warmth, 

"I say we just never go back to America. We just run away and become permanent travelers." Tom chuckles, 

"And abandon my very expensive diploma, I think that's a dumb idea love." He tells you. You hum, 

"You could very well get a big break in Europe without the degree." You reason. He hums, 

"That'd be great to take you back to my home." 

"Well since we'll be traveling, you very well could give me a better tour of your little hometown." You confirm. He nods, 

"That sounds really good." A silence settles over you, the sound of the waves crashing being the only noise around. He reaches up and rubs over your shoulders, 

"I'm glad we're here." 

"Me too." You tell him quickly. He smiles, 

"I'm really glad you agreed to marry me." He says. You giggle, 

"Me too." His smile widens. He leans in and kisses you softly when you rise to your knees and turn to face him, 

"I think we should revisit the newlywed sex." He implies with a raise of his eyebrow. You hum, 

"Me too. Definitely." He chuckles softly before he's standing and taking your hands, leading you back through the sand to your bungalow, pushing you on the bed softly once he slides the door closed. 

                                                          --- 

                                           *Seven Years Later*

"Mia darling, please don't do that." Tom calls to your oldest child, hoisting Harper, your current youngest into his lap with her holding his fingers and climbing his chair. He focuses on the two year old, her hair falling down her back and her legs tangled up in her dress. He rubs her back once she snuggles into him, kissing her forehead. 

Not long after your wedding, you were pregnant with Mia. The second Tom found out she was a girl, he couldn't drop the smile, convinced that the talk of having a girl first all throughout college was just divine intervention. Seeing your husband as a father that first time was unlike anything else. He couldn't put his baby girl down. You were his girl, and he followed you around like a lost puppy, but the second you gave birth to little Mia Faye, he was hooked. And the process continued with your first son three years later, Wyatt James was held in Mia's lap, who was always in Tom's lap. And then again with his second baby girl, Harper Monroe. And now here you are, pregnant with your final baby, another sweet boy who Tom talks to daily, first thing in the morning before he wakes your three older kiddos to bring to bed and see you and at night, right before you go to bed, wishing your little wiggly bean goodnight. He already has a name, Oliver Ethan, and you're excited to have a complete family, four kids to grow up together and travel with, something you and Tom have loved doing since being out of college. 

Cole sighs as he sits beside Keaton who holds his and Phoebe's daughter, Emma's tiny purse, glancing up at his ex-roommate, 

"'S the matter? Being the father of the birthday boy is tiring?" He teases. Cole rolls his eyes, 

"Not only that, but when his papa decides it's time to spoil him and he wonders why mommy and daddy don't do the same, it can get interesting." Cole explains. You smile, rubbing the baby bump over your dress. Tom watches you, 

"I'm just glad that he has a papa. You and dad have gotten along pretty well since he's moved out here." You tell him, reaching up to stroke through Tom's hair to soothe you both. Cole crosses his arms watching his daughter, Daisy, follow Scarlett around, Logan and Ashton, Ivey and Harrison's older boys by her side like they always are when the group is together, 

"I guess so, yeah, it's been... weird. He avoids bringing up mom which makes it awkward but... he's a good enough grandfather. The kids like him and if Scarlett needs help and I'm not available, he's been there." He explains. You nod, leaning into Tom's side. Harper twirls your hair around her finger sleepily, Tom leaning in to kiss her pudgy cheek, 

"Regardless, you guys are talking and actually acting like father and son. Now we have like an actual family again." He nods, 

"Yeah..." Keaton yawns, 

"And what about you Ke? Now that dad's back here and starting that branch of his company here and you're working for him again, how's it been?" He glances up as Phoebe slides into the chair beside him, 

"Yeah, it's good. Back to better payment, being the assistant. It's pretty nice." 

"And no such luck with the baby making?" You ask. He smiles, looking to Phoebe, 

"We're getting there. It's been a hard process but... IVF has been going pretty well." 

"I'm trying to calm the fuck down." Phoebe starts, dragging her fingers through her hair, "I know that going through all of this, the IVF'll fail and then I'll get pregnant naturally." She says with a roll of her eyes. Keaton smiles, 

"The embryo we transfer next month is a girl. Our little Sophia so... hopefully. Fingers crossed." He says. You smile and nod, 

"All our fingers are crossed." You tell them. Keaton smiles, glancing up as Wyatt runs up to you, 

"Mommy..." 

"Yes my love?" You ask of him as he leans in on your legs, 

"Can I go with Mason to his room to see his toys?" He asks you. You brush his hair from his eyes, 

"Did you ask Auntie Scarlett or Uncle Cole if you could?" You ask him. He glances around, 

"Mason asked auntie." 

"If she tells him yes, you can go with him but- hey, Wyatt... but if you go in his room, you need to be careful and don't do anything bad okay? Pick up after yourself like we tell you to do at home." You tell him. He nods before running off to find his cousin. Tom is smiling when you look to him again, 

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head, 

"You're just a really great mum is all." He mumbles, helping Harper slide from his lap again, "Where are you headed love?" He asks, but she ignores him and runs off towards the jumper. You giggle at the pout on his lips, glancing up when Ivey sighs behind you. Her and Harrison slide in between you and Keaton and Phoebe, the little green blanket she left with half an hour ago to quiet the crying cradled in her arms again, 

"He okay?" You ask. She nods and rolls her eyes, 

"He's had a little bit of colic so... he's just cranky but... he's fed and asleep. He should be good for a little while now. Logan and Ashton been good?" 

"Yup, only pulled Daisy's pigtails once." You joke. She huffs, 

"I believe you. Ashton, if you don't tend to him in time, pulls your hair to get up on your chair or whatever he wants. I swear... sometimes if Harrison doesn't collect them while I'm feeding or something, he's sleeping on the couch." Harrison snorts, 

"Yeah, we've had to take up stock in ice cream to keep the boys away from mum." He murmurs. You giggle, watching Ivey roll her eyes before she reaches an arm out and rubs over your belly, 

"How's this little one? You're about in your eighth month huh?" She poses. You nod, pressing a hand to the base of your belly, 

"Yeah... he's doing good. He was super rambunctious last night. We were up all night last night watching him swim and kick. He's gonna be our biggest baby I think." You tell her. You carry a huge smile and taking a glance at Tom, you see he does too. He's so proud of this family you've created. He loves you and all three, almost four kids you have, 

"And Rosie is back to being her protective little self with new little man?" Harrison asks. You nod, 

"Soooooo much. She's normally with the kids but if I sit down, she's right in my lap, head laid over the bump." You tell him. He smiles, 

"She's been pretty great eh?" 

"Oh and her and Tessa get along so damn well when my parents bring Tess down." Tom pitches in. You smile, 

"They've both been great. We were blessed in a lot of ways." 

"That is so good. She's been such a great girl for you." 

"She really has, and Y/N never had animals growing up so she's been a great little companion for Y/N's first time." Tom explains. Ivey nods, glancing up at you, 

"And she's grown up with the kids technically." You pose. Ivey smiles, 

"That Christmas card... so damn cute. You guys with the matching kids and Rose. I can't believe how tall Wyatt is getting. I bet he'll be taller than Tom before we know it." She winks as Tom rolls his eyes, 

"Ha ha. Very funny." She smiles, 

"You know I'm kidding. He's so cute though. All those freckles. He looks just like you Tommy." 

"Well he's lucky then." Your husband murmurs, smiling when you swat at him. He leans over and kisses your cheek, 

"He's hooked on his mumma though. Doesn't ask me for shit. Goes straight to her." 

"Well you've got two baby girls that go to you. So... I'll keep him." You defend. Tom chuckles 

"Who is that? Is that Auntie Y/N/N?" You glance up just in time to see a tan little boy move into your line of sight, giggling. You smile up at him, 

"My little Hunter!" Gil chuckles as you take his little boy, laying him in your lap to tickle him. Tom laughs along as the little boy squeals and Gil leans in to kiss your cheek and then Ivey's, 

"Bout time you showed." 

"Mmm, Minah kept changing his outfit." He mumbles. You hug Hunter into you, smiling as Tom ruffles his hair, 

"Why didn't she come?" Harrison asks. Gil rolls his eyes, 

"Uhm, her mom's in town. But... I don't think she would've come anyways." He tells him. Ivey cocks her head sympathetically, 

"Still having problems?" 

"Yes, and she wants another baby like that'll magically save our relationship." He remarks. You smile up at him, 

"Well I dunno about you but I think this little one is great." You tease, tickling Hunter again. Gil's smile returns when Hunter giggles, 

"He's the only thing that keeps me sane." He tells you. Tom nods, 

"That's how it works." Reaching out again, Tom brushes long strands of hair from Hunter's eyes, 

"I think Wyatt and Mason went to Mason's room. You wanna go see?" You ask him. He nods, squirming from your arms and running off. Scarlett catches him in the doorway, standing on her toes and pressing a hand to his head. She smiles before walking to the table you all sit at, 

"Are we having fun? I see there's only one kiddo here right now. Hi sweet boy." 

"He's not so sweet right now." Ivey mumbles as Scarlett leans over her shoulder and coos into the blanket in her lap. Surprisingly, the little one smiles a toothless smile up at his aunt, the smile growing wider when she reaches down and pokes his nose, 

"Not feelin good baby?" Ivey shakes her head, 

"Colic still." 

"The gripe water didn't work?" Scarlett asks, 

"Very briefly." Ivey confirms. Scarlett clicks her tongue, 

"Damn. Poor thing." Ivey nods, rocking the bundle. When both girls look up, they find you smiling at them. Ivey giggles, 

"What?" You shake your head, blinking tears away, 

"Nothing... just wondering how we got here. What happened to the girls I was introduced to eleven or so years ago? We were so young and carefree and look at us now. We're all moms. We're all wives and killing it all." Tom hums, reaching out to brush the stray tear that falls away. Ivey clicks her tongue, blinking rapidly, 

"Oh babes. You pregnant and me coming down from postpartum doesn't help this shit." She moves in, laying her head over your shoulder. Scarlett whines before she's brushing Tom aside and wrapping her arms around you and Ivey. Phoebe's heeled boots click as she rushes in to join the group hug, Owen, in Ivey's arms cooing up at her too. She smiles, 

"I know I was quite the party girl but... these little ones are the best things we could ever do. Ten... almost eleven, twelve when I get a clear head, these are our greatest accomplishments." She tells the three of you. You nod, pressing her hand over your belly, 

"Definitely." Your baby boy kicks out against her hand in agreement, making the four of you giggle. Tom smiles too, watching you and the girls hug before you part and you take his hand, squeezing and pressing it to your belly. He hums as he rubs the bump, 

"He's gonna be a rambunctious little thing. Reckon we'll be exhausted after chasing just him around." He says, scooting closer to you. You smile, reaching up to drape your arm over the back of his chair, trailing up his back, 

"Well you're the one that had the years of experience of chasing girls around so I think you're suited for the job daddy." His smile widens, 

"Please never mention that in front of the kids. I don't need my little girls knowing and my little boys thinking it's okay that their dad was a womanizer in this very gender equalizing, accepting time." He murmurs. Leaning into him, you kiss his cheek, 

"I promise not to." 

"Thank you." Scarlett, who had previously walked away, starts back towards you, wide smile on her face, 

"I have another tiny slice of cake. I know you and baby boy want it Y/N." You gasp, holding your hands out, 

"Oh my God yes, you're a lifesaver!" You squeal. Tom watches, chuckling softly as you snatch the thin slice of chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting from your sister-in-law. You offer some to him, but he shakes his head. He glances up at the bouncy house, clearing his throat after a moment, 

"Uh oh. The sugar monster's coming. You made a grave mistake accepting cake behind her back like that." You glance up, watching Harper trot towards you, climbing back into her father's lap. He holds her steady moving his legs closer to you to allow her to chomp the piece of cake from your fork. He tucks hair behind her ear, 

"That's good huh lovey? You are never getting to bed tonight little one." You giggle, watching a sparkle flash through Harper's vibrant brown eyes, 

"But with her daddy's puppy dog eyes, no one can resist her." You reason. He nods and leans in to kiss her cheek, 

"Well that's for sure." He murmurs. Once you've finished the cake, Tom holds Harper close, the little one allowing her daddy to love on her. He glances at you and raises an eyebrow and you know exactly what he's asking. The second she saw the cookies upon entrance, it's all she was stuck on for a while. She's such a daddy's girl because he spoils her and you just know he's asking if he can give her a cookie because she's been so good with no tantrums. You chew the inside of your lip, 

"Just one." 

"That's all I'm asking for anyways." He confirms. You nod, 

"Fine then. Nothing more though." He nods, pulling her from his shoulder, 

"Harp, I have a surprise for you, you wanna know what it is?" He asks her. She nods, standing on his thighs, holding onto his hands. He smiles, "You want a cookie? I know you wanted one earlier." Her eyes light up and she nods, bouncing on his legs gently. He chuckles, 

"Alright sweet girl, let's get you one then, yeah?" She nods again, clinging to him as he stands and your heart flutters. To believe that the same man that fought you on a relationship and constantly pushed you away, is now holding your two year old daughter to his hip at a kid's birthday party is beyond imagination, and it is the most beautiful thing ever. 

                                                         --- 

You smile as Tom grabs your wrist, pulling you flush to his body, 

"I know you're exhausted love, and I'll go get you some ice cream after the kids are in bed but... I missed seeing you with all of our friends. You looked stunning all glowing and pregnant out there." He tells you, pressing a hand to your belly. You smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek, 

"You're the sweetest." His smile widens before he leans down to kiss you, 

"I've spent a long ass time loving you and it's not going anywhere anytime soon. Especially when you're pregnant with my baby. You and those three... almost four in there, I'd kill for." He reminds you. You sigh, 

"I really lucked out in the husband department then huh?" You ask. He chuckles softly, 

"Guess so, yeah." Popping open the passenger side door, Tom waits until you climb inside to close you in. He climbs in beside you quickly, turning the car on before Mia speaks up, 

"Daddy?" 

"Yes love?" He asks, turning in his seat to face her, 

"Can we listen to Frozen?" 

"No," Wyatt speaks up, "put on Cars." 

"How about we meet in the middle and settle for some Brother Bear or... Lion King?" Tom poses, settling the argument your kids'll inevitably have. And it works. Tom finds the soundtrack for Brother Bear in his phone, quickly shuffling it and stuffing the device in the cup holder. His Spotify has slowly become Disney movie playlists since he's become a dad and he loves every second of it. Harper swings her feet, staring out her window as she hums along to a song, Tom watching her in the rear view mirror with a smile plastered on his lips. You reach up and stroke over the back of his neck, leaning over to kiss his cheek, 

"You are so perfect Tom Holland." You tell him. He draws his eyes off the road for just a moment to look at you, 

"Well that makes two of us Y/N Holland." He says, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. Squeezing his fingers in yours, you sigh and twist in your seat to look at your babies. 

Wyatt resembles his daddy the most. He has the same signature curls and eyes and you can already see he's starting to inherit the same nose Sam has and those Holland freckles have emerged. He's definitely a little mama's boy and with the way the girls favor Tom, you hope Oliver will follow in his big brother's footsteps. Mia has Tom's eyes too, but her features resemble you a little bit more. She has your hair type and color, and your nose and eye shape. Tom loves that about her. Harper has more of your features as well, but she's a near perfect combination of the both of you, a gorgeous little girl that Tom coddles the most because she'll let him. He's been in love with all of your babies since the day they were conceived, the most amazing father and husband, getting up at ungodly hours to let you sleep in and him take care of the kids. He's always been an early riser because of golf and now, being a dad, he has the skill to master it like he was never sure he'd be able to. His true calling in life, the cure for his anxiety, has been you and his babies. 

Dragging his hand back up to your lips, you kiss it, 

"I love you so much Tom Holland." You whisper. He smiles, taking his eyes off the road for just a second to look at you, 

"And I love you. More than you'll ever know." He replies, dragging your hand up to kiss it. Tears spring into your eyes again as you stare into his eyes and recognize that boy you met nearly eleven years ago, the one that only wanted to be with you sexually and wanted to avoid you emotionally. You recognize the boy that tore apart your relationship again and again, but always chose to get better for you. And now he's the most perfect husband and father. And that's all that matters to you. 

Yes, you were nervous moving to Seattle, starting new, but your friends, Tom, they've made it easier to live. They've changed your life for the better. They’ve given you immense amounts of love and Tom, himself, has given you a love like no other that created four beautiful babies. And you wouldn't change a thing. Moving from Beverly Hills to Seattle, has proved worth it.

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meet you in the middle // bkdk (ch. 306) fic

Katsuki meets him at the edge of the world.

Standing on the rubbles of a once-thriving city that his people had called home, Katsuki sees him at a distance. A lone figure, standing beside broken statues that overlook a cliff of failures and broken promises. Katsuki sees him at a distance and feels something inside him break like a dam of something unmentionable. The glass beneath his worn combat boots crunches and cracks like the remains of his heart, every step heavy with the weight of the world around him slipping unto drooping shoulders. He says nothing, knowing the other runaway could hear his approach all the same.

Deep purple bruises set themselves under dull viridian eyes, the mixture of color out of place but lovely all the same. His hair’s a mess--greasy in the way that tells Bakugou he hasn’t showered in days, yet Katsuki would love nothing more than to bury his face in the tangled mass of green. The suit and armor he wears is torn, dented, fractured, dirty; it’s scarred like the skin it tries its best to hide. Deku stands still and watches him approach.

The blond halts in his steps.

In that moment, when red and green meet at the edge of the world, time stops completely. The broken concrete beneath their feet feels like a vast and endless void of nothing, silence wrapping around them beautifully and painfully. Between them, the few meters feel like blocks, to miles, to lightyears apart.

It is endless.

Between them, there is pain and sorrow. There is a hurt so deep that neither of the boys could begin to comprehend it--old scars and fresh wounds mending and tearing open, pace akin to the shift of the weather. Between them, Katsuki can feel things that feel like they should be impossible but aren’t. Between them, Katsuki can feel the contradictions that ripple beneath the surface of their skin.

Between them, Katsuki can feel it all.

The distance is staggering. It chases after the two of them like they had chased each other, something like a curse that pulls them apart while simultaneously keeping them at arm’s length.

Katsuki used to beg for it, he knows. (God, does he know.) He used to spend day-by-day stretching that distance, yanking the string that kept them tied together in hopes that eventually it would snap.

Yet that same distance had become something he’d grown to hate. He hated it in the way that it caused Izuku to close himself to the world and nearly cost him his life when Shigaraki had pierced him in battle. He hated the way it shut doors and cuffed him to his hospital bed when he’d found out that Deku was in a coma.

And he hated that distance the most when it brought Deku all the way here.

“Kacchan,” Deku says, the old nickname leaving his mouth simultaneously like a prayer and a pained gasp of fear. “Why are you here?”

The ‘why’ rings in the blond’s head like the sound of a gunshot, piercing and painful at the audacity to even ask such a thing. Why? Why did I come here? Why did I leave everything I’d ever dreamed of in order to chase your dumbass here?

Because. Why the fuck wouldn’t I come here, Deku?

“I got your letter,” Katsuki grunts out instead. His hands clench and unclench, tired and a little bit pained from his journey to find Izuku as fast as possible. The stupid fucking paper rests inside the pants pocket of his hero costume, setting his insides ablaze and leaving the taste of battery acid at the back of his throat.

“You still shouldn’t have--”

“--Shouldn’t have what, Deku?!” He inevitably yet suddenly explodes. The green-haired boy startles from across the building’s roof, jaw shutting with an audible click. “Shouldn’t have dropped out of UA? Shouldn’t have left every single person that loves me and sent myself out on a suicide mission? Shouldn’t have left my fucking mother without even a proper ‘goodbye’?!”

Deku snaps, “You damn well know it wasn’t that simple, Kacchan--”

“It never fucking is! It never fucking is that simple, Deku! You think I wanted to abandon our class? You think I didn’t care about the fucking fact that I just dropped out of UA and will probably never become a fucking pro-hero because of it? I destroyed my own dreams, you idiot!”

“Then go back!” the other boy replies, furious tears welling in his eyes. Katsuki feels paralyzed, unable to move through the surge of emotion that overtakes his mind. Deku takes a step forward, shaking so hard that the blond fears he might pass out. “Go back, you ass! Don’t let me take anything more from you, Kacchan, just please don’t. I can’t handle something like that! Go back and become the number one hero like you always promised, please.”

(A dozen meters apart.)

Izuku’s voice trembles and wavers, desperation seeping from his figure as teardrops fall to the tarmac below. He stands firmly on his two feet, but Katsuki can feel the way his heart begs on its knees. Bakugou’s glare softens.

“I can’t do that, Deku.”

He sniffles. “Why not?”

Tentatively, Bakugou takes a step forward, pacing himself. He opens his mouth to answer, but can’t seem to find the right words and looks away with a frustrated snarl. Deku’s eyes, red-rimmed with agony, peer up at him through his unruly green hair and the wound on Katsuki’s abdomen throbs with heat.

“...Because. I nearly died for you, didn’t I?” the blond eventually replies. “Because I know you think that that means you have to go and fucking do things alone because you don’t want me to nearly die for you a second time, but that’s exactly fucking it.” Katsuki huffs. He takes another step further, watching Deku crumple to the ground as sobs rack his figure.

“Kacchan got hurt, but it wasn’t your battle. It’s mine,” he chokes out anyway, stubborn as he is in the way Bakugou had grown to admire. As much as the blond’s soul rattles with anger, with hatred at the society that forced his childhood friend to bear the weight of the world upon his shoulders, he forces himself not to shout.

(Five meters apart.)

“‘Wasn’t’, was the word. Now, it is. I’m not letting you do this alone whether you fucking like it or not, shitty nerd.” Katsuki sucks in a breath. “You never gave me a choice, did you? I didn’t have a choice into knowing about your cursed fucking quirk, I didn’t have a choice into you leaving us to fight Shigaraki alone, I didn’t have a choice in knowing whether you’d be okay or not in the hospital after I myself nearly fucking died--and now that I finally goddamn do have that choice, you better make sure you let me have it, Deku.” Another step.

Deku lets out an anguished gasp for air between his hiccups and tears, and wails, “But why? Kacchan, you have the choice to be safe and let yourself win without One for All getting away! Why would you let me bring you more harm like this?!”

“Because you never fucking let me apologize to you, shithead!” The blond succumbs at last, yelling in hurt and in pain. The distance between them is so small, yet every goddamn particle feels like a world’s away in which Kacchan and Deku were made to fall apart. His skin prickles, air buzzing with the energy of a feeling so big contained in something so small. The moment suspends itself in time, fragile as glass and broken shards twice as painful, “I wanted to say that I was sorry, okay?!”

“Kacchan--”

Bakugou growls, “No. Let me say this, Izuku.” He waited, so goddamn long, for an opportunity to say what he wanted--no, needed--to say. The distance that felt like a whole galaxy between them burned something fierce, a serendipitous inevitability that felt like it was reaching its boiling point as the world around them reduced to ashes. The blond musses up his hair and exhales heavily, letting his angry demeanour calm for Izuku’s sake.

“I used to resent you. So much.” Katsuki starts. He’s close enough to Deku that he can see the subtle way the shorter boy scrunches his brows together, letting out a shaky breath of incredulousness. “When we were in middle school, I tormented and bullied you under the guise of hating you for something that you couldn’t control.”

“The truth is, that wasn’t why I resented you.” He blows out a breath. Deku looks up at him in shock, so Bakugou ploughs on. “I resented you because I didn’t understand you. At that time, I couldn’t understand how anyone, especially someone virtually powerless like yourself, could somehow still be a better person--hell, a better hero--than I was.”

Ruby red eyes gazed at the horizon.

“I always thought myself to be the best at everything. Always knew I was destined for victory. That hasn’t changed,” Katsuki swallows as Izuku pulls himself back on to his feet. Now standing, Izuku looks at him as if he’d suddenly had the revelation of his life, (which, Bakugou assumes, was paramount to this in any case.) “What has changed now though… is that I think I finally get it.”

He coughs.

“... I think I finally get you,”

(Two meters.)

“Katsuki… I’m--” Deku swallows, eyes shiny again as he tries to compose himself. He nods at the blond and in that instant Katsuki knows he’s been forgiven a long time ago. The distance tugs at the pit of his stomach, feelings of something warm and strange writhing inside. What once was a flood of misunderstanding that crashed and pulled the two of them apart had dried into a lively valley. Deku takes a step closer.

“But it isn’t just that anymore,” the blond is quick to blurt out. He looks at Deku and for once instead of a regretful past or an ongoing development, he thinks he sees a future.

“If this were all for atonement, I wouldn’t have left UA like you said. It’s… deeper. I’m workin’ on it, but there’s just something that pulls me to do this. It pisses me off, but it also makes me want to keep you at an arm’s length.” Katsuki shakes his head at the bullshit that spews out from his own mouth.

“I don’t fucking know what it is, but I know how it makes me feel.”

Izuku stares into his eyes, wide and innocent in a way that used to make him angry but now only makes him… dazed. “And how does it make you feel, Kacchan?”

He huffs a laugh of rueful acceptance. “Fucking weird. Like I suddenly want to chase you to the ends of the fucking earth just to make sure you’re alive. Like I want to be close to you again and again and again even in our next fucking lives.”

Katsuki takes another hesitant step forward.

“I want a lot of things now. I want shit that I can’t name but I sure as hell know won’t relate to becoming the number one hero. I want to keep you within sight, keep you close and alive because of the fact that it’s you and nothing else. I want…”

(Three feet.)

The distance around them is reduced to a little less than an ache. Issues like theirs aren’t solved overnight, but for the small distance they have between each other it feels less like a curse and more like the moment before an inevitability. They can’t quantify all that they are to each other--can’t begin to measure it in fickle things like centimeters or miles or inches or lightyears--but in that moment Katsuki supposes one could label what they have as ‘love’.

He’s never spoken this much in such a short amount of time, never let himself be wordy when his concise speech was efficient and easy. Yet, something about freckles and scars and green hair makes him want to run his fucking mouth off and list his every feeling under the sun. The vice-like grip over his heart that had been there since the moment he’d woken up in the hospital eases a little, and Katsuki’s broken heart feels like it is coming home.

(Two feet.)

“You want…?”

Katsuki looks into Izuku’s eyes, really looks. He looks and he sees life and salvation and something that he’d been missing for so long that tasting it for the first time has left him wanting like a man in a desert. He reaches out an arm, now fully within reach and gives Deku a pleading and weak stare that says everything and nothing at once.

“I want everything that I can get. Everything you can give me. No matter what the cost.”

(One.)

Deku crashes into his embrace, pulling him close and meeting Katsuki somewhere in the middle as the chase finally fucking stops. To Katsuki, it feels like the birth of a star as the warmth engulfs him fully, setting alight to every one of his nerves. The feeling of holding Deku fills him with all the words he cannot name and it feels like he’s reached some impossible height at the top of the world.

The war has not been forgotten, and the road ahead of them is long, but the distance between Kacchan and Deku--Katsuki and Izuku--is now nothing more than a physical concept. The hug blurs the line between the two young heroes, shaping itself until it is indistinguishable where one ends and the other begins. There is a sensation, one that is burning like an inferno but comforting all the same because at this point in time, Katsuki vows to run after and find Izuku Midoriya in every lifetime after this, in every world that they’ll be in. He vows with all his heart that he’ll be the one to watch Deku while Deku watches the world, to protect Deku while Deku protects the others. Katsuki vows to take Deku for everything that he is and isn’t, wholly and unconditionally because the distance is gone and there’s nothing now that can stop him from following this boy to the ends of the universe.

Katsuki Bakugou vows all this because here, right now, on top of the ruins of a city he’d once known and arms full of a boy he’d been trying to chase for a lifetime--Katsuki comes home.

(Zero.)

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[itsdanii]

hii can i request iwa and atsumu getting in a fight w their s/o and they bring up their s/o’s insecurities but make up later on ?

i hope that makes sense 😩😩

Hi, bub. Thank you so much for requesting! I was only able to do Iwaizumi's part because I'm still having a hangover on how I characterized Atsumu from my last fic which was about f!ckboy!Atsumu. As of the moment, I don't think I can write something yet about him making the reader feel bad ♥️ I hope you can respect my decision. Not sure if I got the request right but I do hope you like this one though! Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! 😚

Below the belt

genre: angst to fluff, comfort

warning/s: insecurities, rude behavior (resolved), cursing, emotional breakdown

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. timeskip!iwaizumi hajime

it was just simple argument, until he brought up something he shouldn't have.

"Haji, I think you should take a rest," you said as you closed the lid of your laptop with a sigh. Placing it on your bedside table, you stood up and made your way to your fiance's desk, hugging him from the back and resting your chin on his shoulder to peer down at the several profiles of players he was currently working on. "Don't you think you're overworking yourself?"

With a grunt, Iwaizumi tried to shrug you off his shoulder, mumbling a small "Get off" when you didn't let go.

"Come to bed, please?" you said calmly despite the urge of raising your tone at how displeased you were at his behavior.

But instead of answering you properly, Iwaizumi clicked his tongue without even bothering to look at you. "As if you're going to earn money for the both of us if I don't work my ass off," Iwaizumi said as he kept on writing.

You immediately felt your blood boil at his words. Forcefully, you shut the monitor of his laptop and took the pen he was holding, making a smudge on the paper when he tried taking it back. "What did you say? Why don't you try saying it on my face instead of murmuring it to yourself as if your fiancé/e's not talking to you?" you snapped, one hand making its way to your hip as you slightly backed away when Iwaizumi stood up.

"God, y/n, why do you have to be so irritating today? Can't you see I'm working? If I take even just a small break, do you even know what would happen? Of course, you don't, because all you do is just sit here at home doing nothing but watch me work all day to pay our bills and make your life comfortable," Iwaizumi snapped back, the tone of his voice raising up as he glared down at you.

And instead of cowering in fear, you stood your ground and glared back at him, knowing that no matter how far this argument would go, Iwaizumi will never lay a hand on you. "So, what are you trying to imply? That I'm just burden you're carrying with you? Well, I'm sorry to say this, Hajime, but you proposed to me. It's a shared responsibility to make both our lives comfortable. I'm trying my best, aren't I? Can't you just wait a little bit until I find a stable job? You don't have the right to act all high and mighty just because you're the one who's providing us money."

"You're doing your best?" Iwaizumi asked with a humorless laugh. "Then why is it that you still haven't got accepted for that job you were applying to, hm? Admit it, it's because you're not good enough."

The moment those words slipped out of his lips, you immediately felt a tear sliding down your cheek. The sudden feeling of insecurity and self doubt enveloped your whole being, your lips trembling as you tried to hold back your sobs from breaking free. "D-do you really mean that?" you whispered in defeat.

"Shit... Y/n, I-"

"You're supposed to lift me up, Haji, but instead of supporting me and cheering me on, you reminded me of what I was lacking," you said in between sobs, "I just wanted you to take a rest because you've been so worn-out lately and I'm getting worried. Is it so bad for me to do that for you?"

As soon as you felt yourself getting swarmed by your emotions, Iwaizumi was quick to embrace you in his arms. Gently, he scooped you up and carried you to the bed, placing you down on his lap as he sat down with his back resting against the head board.

"I'm sorry," he whispered repeatedly, eyes guiltily looking down at you as he continued to rub your back soothingly.

For a moment, the both of you stayed in that position. He never stopped murmuring apologies to your ear, and you knew that he was waiting for you to calm down first before coming up with an explanation.

In fact, it was the same for all the arguments you've encountered throughout your relationship. Everytime something would go wrong, you'd always wait for the other to calm down before addressing the issue.

Once your sobs settled into mere sniffles, Iwaizumi wiped your cheeks with his thumb, an apologetic expression plastered on his face as he did so. "I didn't intend to make you feel insecure. I'm sorry. I guess I was just too caught up with the heat of the moment and the stress brought by my work that I ended up spouting words that are already below the belt."

"That's still not an excuse for you to say such things to me though," you muttered while looking at him sharply.

"I know," Iwaizumi simply answered with a sigh, "I shouldn't have lost control that easily. I'm really sorry, love. You're good enough, okay? I.. I know I said the opposite and I regret that. You're the most amazing and hardworking person I know. I shouldn't have invalidated your efforts."

Looking at your lap, you swallowed thickly once you felt another batch of tears coming up. "I was really hurt when you said that I wasn't good enough. Maybe it was because you were the last person I expected to say those words to me. You keep me going, Haji. Everyday, you inspire me to do better and then you just..."

"Hey, love, look at me, please, " Iwaizumi said out of panic. Cupping your face in his hands, he guided you to look at him while caressing your cheeks. "I love you, okay? I didn't mean the words I said. I'm proud of you, and I'll always be here to support you and celebrate all your achievements in the future. Always remember that."

Nodding your head, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face on the side of his neck. "Never do that again, okay?" you murmured against his skin.

"Never again."

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a/n: always communicate.

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[the-incapable-hero]

You know what I find really really cool? Stories in the SMP. It's just so cool how everyone has something unique going on about them. Each and every one has their own morals, goals, and values. The stories are so interesting because they span the person's whole life and while some are only a small amount of time so far, others have been going on for thousands of years. Their stories connect to other's stories and create a gorgeous woven web of lifetimes and interactions. It's all put on display in the SMP.

Not to say that it doesn't come at a price. Stories have been cut short and others have been turned into something grim that makes your chest ache and the air feel thick with longing for a better circumstance. I've seen a lot of their stories now. To summarize a few off of the top of my head:

A leader at first and too skilled for his own good, he spent his early days carefree in his own world. From his point of view, the world began to rip away his control and send peace spiraling away, all because of the people he let into his life. To everyone else, he went mad with his own power and convinced himself that the ends justify the means, only those means would negate the good intentions of the ends.

His best friend who stuck to his side to the end, with will forged by flames and a sword pointed forward. At least, he thought he'd keep moving forward next to his friend. In reality, he'd slowly realize just how deep he'd fallen into hubris and the man born in fire would let the spark in his eyes be safe kept by someone else.

They both had another friend too, one that was originally present all the time. Every moment he’d spend with them and their early days were filled with laughter. But as he saw his friends begin to descend into conflict, he’d sit in his house and stay away from the people he used to know as his absolute best friends. Ridden with a sudden and mysterious condition, he’d sleep for days and wake up to a different world, almost compelled to just go back to sleep.

A man outside of their group, but still close as could be. His voice had made music and his hands had made prose, his mind had built daydreams and his will had built bonds. But not everything was meant to stay and a mind open to creation is a mind open to corruption. He’d left his family behind along with his life and his best friend.

There was a son as well, born to his unstable father and mysterious mother. Though he was just as mysterious since he didn’t share any looks whatsoever with either of his parents, and he’d spend most of his life looking for something he could call family but he was destined to fall victim to the harsh waves of reality and war brought by his own father.

A boy, a friend, and most importantly, a fighter. He’d fight for people, he’d fight for countries, he’d fight for memories and progress and justice. He’d fight for bonds and homes and life. He’d spend his whole time there fighting and of course he’d get beaten down time and time again, only to somehow squeeze by with a good humored shout that ignored how he knew his future would be composed entirely of fighting.

A boy, a friend, and most importantly, a survivalist. He’d survived wars, downfalls, torture. He’d survived leadership, betrayal, and loss. He’d make it through trial upon trial, practically worn down to the point where he believed that to struggle wasn’t an option, but he’d survive still to see another day. He’d survive and leave his fighting friend behind. He’d survive and wonder if isolation was truly the best option until he concluded that since he’d tried everything else, it had to be.

Warrior of blood who’d been plagued by voices and brought to a sporadic quiver when his loyalty to a person had been betrayed. He’d growl with anger and forge his weapons, fighting and destroying what he knew in his core to be the biggest problem in the story of his “friends”. He knew he’d be hated, but if he were to be hated, then the voices told him that he might as well make it a spectacle.

A father that protected his son to the very end, even if it meant freeing him from his own mind and his own bloody downfall. The wind was taken from him in exchange for his son’s safety and silvery feathers had been torched ashen grey. The burn of explosion had attracted him to the chill of an icy tundra, away from the people he knew didn’t like him. Though perhaps new beginnings weren’t out of the question and he had enough of a heart to allow those with good intentions into his life.

Of course… there are so many more. The traitor, the mindless, the leader, the conflicted… the list keeps on going. Behind every single person is a story and I can’t help but appreciate that. It’s such a unique thing that can really only be obtained through the collective interaction of many many people. It’s interesting to see all of it.

I get a tightness in my chest every time I see it and I’m immediately glad that I write it down. So many stories that I get to witness. I wish that I was able to keep them all in my mind, but since my own story is just as crisis ridden, it’s hard to do that. My memory just keeps getting worse. The journals help though. Ranboo was right.

Oh, this is turning into more of a journal instead of just a mind dump. Oh well. It’s not like anyone other than me will see it. Maybe though, in some strange alternate reality, I somehow was able to share these stories. So, I guess, to the people in that alternate world: I hope you’re finding these stories interesting, and even if you don’t know how our stories will end, I hope you’ll make the effort to remember them. I can speak from experience that losing the memories of stories is perhaps worse than those stories ending.

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[alj4890]

Prompt Request

(Liam x Riley) with the prompt: "I can't believe you still have this." as requested by @neotericthemis​. In celebration of 500 followers.

Rated G for nothing but fluff.

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Masterlist

Memento

"Riley?" Liam called out. "Where did you put that trade agreement Amalas sent over?"

He continued to search through her desk drawers.

"Isn't it on your desk?" She called out from the nursery.

"Not that I saw." He responded, pulling open a bottom drawer of hers.

He went through the many files and papers she had placed in there, pausing at some of the more surprising.

He first came across a set of old blueprints for Valtoria adding both a larger kitchen for Hana to bake in and what appeared to be a disco for Maxwell.

Grinning, he then found a folder of ultrasounds of Eleanor and their soon to be born son. He marveled at his two miracles before finding something that surprised him.

Lifting the well worn brochure out, he sat down as memories overcame him.

************

Seven years ago, Paris...

Liam got to his feet when Riley walked into his opera box. He took her hands in his while studying her pinched face.

"You talked to Regina?" He asked.

"Yes." She took a shuddering breath. "Liam, she wasn't the one to have Bastien set up the photos."

Liam felt his heart sink. He had doubted his stepmother had done such a thing. He selfishly hoped she had to make certain Madeleine was picked to be his bride, yet he knew how honorable and kind Regina truly was. That left only one person who Bastien would have taken orders from.

It hurt to even think of it.

Riley stepped closer to him. "Liam, your father must be the one who made certain you couldn't choose me."

So many emotions went through the young king's mind. Betrayal of the worst sort. Heartache that someone who claimed to love him would deny his one chance at happiness. Bitterness that he shared a bloodline with the very one who destroyed his dreams in one night. And finally, anger that his father had caused such harm to the woman he loved.

"Why would he do this?" Liam muttered.

"Maybe he thought I was a threat to you." Riley tugged him down beside her.

"You? A threat?" He shook his head. "You have been my strength, my love. You were the one to encourage me throughout that entire nightmare of a social season." He lifted one of her hands to his lips. "I can't believe he didn't see that."

"What do we do now?" She asked.

"We confront him." He decided. "As soon as we can."

"Is he here?" Her eyes scanned the dim theater boxes.

"No, he had a dinner to attend." Liam laced her fingers with his. "We'll talk to him tomorrow night."

Riley slumped somewhat at knowing their wait had to continue.

She noticed how depressed Liam was becoming. Her heart ached at the sight while her mind whirled with ways to cheer him up.

"Is Madeleine not joining you tonight?"

He shook his head. "She decided to stay behind and work on our plans for the next leg of the engagement tour."

"So you're alone this evening?" Riley leaned forward with a smile.

He noticed and couldn't help but return it. "I had hoped to enjoy tonight's opera with your company."

"I suppose I could stay here." She teased. "After all these are incredible seats."

He chuckled, feeling his heart grow lighter with having her near.

"Whatever I have is yours, my love."

She noticed the desperation had yet to leave his crystal clear blue eyes.

"Liam, let's not let this scandal investigation ruin our evening." She squeezed his hand. "It's our last night in Paris, and I for one can't think of a better way to spend it than with you."

Liam leaned over. He captured her lips in a long, tender kiss. "I want nothing more than to spend tonight with you, Riley."

She pressed another kiss to his cheek then settled back comfortably in her seat. As the lights dimmed, Liam leaned over to whisper.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

"I wouldn't mind a playbill." She motioned toward the stage. "What opera are we about to see?"

He handed her his.

"The Magic Flute." Her eyebrow lifted.

"Have you seen it before?" Liam asked.

"No. I used to get into The Met years ago whenever I wanted. A friend of mine worked backstage and was always giving away free tickets." She set the program beside her. "But I missed seeing this one."

"I think you'll enjoy it."

"Please tell me it isn't one of the tragic romance ones." She pleaded.

"It isn't." Liam took her hand in his. "It is the story of a prince who must overcome all obstacles to rescue and be with the woman he loves."

Riley squeezed his fingers. "Sounds familiar."

His smile dimmed as he thought of what was ahead of them.

"I promise you," he stated in a serious, heartfelt tone, "we will be together and have our happily ever after." He refocused on the stage. "We must."

Riley scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Tears filled her eyes when he wrapped his arm around her. She felt him press a kiss to the top of her head, causing the stray tears to fall down her cheeks.

"Then what will happen?" She whispered. "Once we fix this scandal and we're able to be together?"

His arm tightened around her. "We'll be married."

She could practically hear his smile forming as he continued to talk about their future.

"The entire world will see how lucky I and Cordonia are to have you as queen." He rested his head against hers. "Then we'll start a family."

"We will?" She swiped at her tears. "What will we have?"

"I would love to have a little girl who is just like you." He replied. "One I could spoil and dote upon."

"I'd like to have a miniature you too." Riley nestled more against his shoulder. "A little boy with your heart and blue eyes."

"We'll have all of that and more." He vowed. "We only have a few more hurdles ahead of us, just like Tamino and Pamina in The Magic Flute."

The couple fell into silence as they watched the opera and compared it to their own story.

**************

Present day, the palace...

"Did you find it?" Riley poked her head into the study.

"Hmm?" Liam looked up at her. "No."

She came in and began to search the papers on his desk. Pressing a hand to her back, she held the trade documents up.

"Right under your nose." She teased.

His eyes drifted over her contented face then down to her very pregnant belly before dropping once more to the crinkled program.

"I can't believe you still have this."

"Still have what?" Riley came around to her desk to see what he held.

He slipped his arm around her when she paused.

"I wanted a memento of the night you predicted our future." She admitted.

She looked up at him and smiled into the kiss he gave her.

"That night helped me see the scandal to the end." She explained. "Once I imagined the future you described, I knew I would fight every battle we came across just to have it."

Eleanor's sweet voice drifted in from the nursery. They could hear her talking for her toys as she played tea party.

"I should have known you would have your way with having a daughter first." Riley teased.

Liam rested his other hand on her belly, feeling the movements of the next person to steal his heart.

"From the moment I met you," he smiled softly at his wife, "I've done nothing but dream what I once thought impossible." He tenderly kissed we. "Then you showed me that together we can bring these dreams to life." He rested his forehead against hers. "How will I ever be able to thank you for that rare gift?"

She looped her arms around his neck and sighed happily. "Just love me and keep imagining our fairytale life." She gazed into his eyes. "Everything you promised me that night has come to pass...and I love you so much for it."

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[pennyserenade]

tags: nameless oc x javier peña, nameless oc x javier pena, angst  rating: e ( explicit ) warnings: smut, language. word count: 3k+ summary: marriage requires sacrifice; theirs takes a little more than most notes: i definitely did steal the title of this chapter from the original scenes from a marriage and you know what? i’d do it again. anyways, thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy this installment! if you want to be tagged in this series, just shoot me a message or fill out my taglist form that’s available on my masterlist (pinned post). original gif by: @javierpcna​

the art of sweeping things under the rug

scene two, scenes from a marriage 

Wedding bands can vary in weight depending on the sort of week you’re having, she finds. Conveniently light, sometimes--nearly invisible, as if intertwined with oneself--and then, impossibly dense at others. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, she tells herself, but she’s on no throne, and there is no crown. It’s just her and Javi, and the elopement that tied them together. 

The ‘70s had faded silently into the ‘80, and it’s easy to feel in love when the future looks promising. Well--maybe promising is too generous of a word for what they had felt then; perhaps uncertain is better. It wasn’t the sort of uncertain that fills one with dread either, the kind that leaves them in the dark with no flashlight. No, it was the uncertainty that felt good; the sort that made them think whatever was offered in the decade they’d not yet painted with plans was going to be great. It was promises of catching Pablo, promises of a promotion, promises of a proper marriage in the country they’d come to love in their own separate and shared ways. It was realists sharing one optimistic view in a world that seemed so void of them, and now, as she sits at the dinner table in her apartment, looking at the thin band on her finger, she wonders if they’d rushed into it

Her mother told her a mal tiempo, buena cara. In bad times, keep a good face. Just grin and bare it, wait for the uneasiness of the life they were living now to trickle into the marriage she anticipated, but she isn’t sure what sort of marriage she was anticipating. She had understood that there were going to be hardships, but she had welcomed them then because she thought they were going to be hardships they would endure together. They weren’t doing a very good job at the together. 

It isn’t that she doesn’t love him. She has an unwavering love for him, but the absence of his being in her life has begun to create a festering wound in her heart. She’s torn between asking him to never leave again—to quit it all and stay wrapped in bed with her, pretending the horrors outside of their utopia didn’t exist—and saying nothing at all. Grinning and bearing. 

He’s a good man. A great man, actually. He’s gentle, funny. A little too stressed for his own good most of the time, and a bit grumpy until he settles somewhere, but he’s exactly what she needs, and everything that could break her if he so wanted it, too. And she knows he never would want that, but she isn’t sure he knows he can either, because if he did, then he was tiptoeing dangerously close to that line. 

Sighing, she shakes her head, dismissing it all. 

The afternoon has begun to fade into the evening, and the cool summer wind blows a gentle breeze into her home. Javier said he wouldn’t be working late at the Embassy tonight, and she had told him she’d cook dinner, but the eagerness that had overtaken her then had been worn by the sight of his wedding band on her dresser. It was the thing that made hers seem so heavy. The thing that made her want to cry, really, and it was so silly, but she could not help the angry ball of frustration and confusion that formed at the sigh of it, or the way it had turned into the lump in her throat. 

She yearns for the days when it was just fucking—the way they hadn’t exchanged anything personal so nothing could be personal. She misses the way he would call her, flustered, at all hours of the night and the way she’d always open her door for him, and they’d kiss passionately and fuck roughly and explore each other over and over. 

But really, she doesn’t want that, either. She doesn’t know what she wants. 

She hears the jangle of keys, hears the latch open, but she doesn’t turn to meet him. Instead, she’s lit a cigarette, and she’s staring out the window, looking at how the sun shadows the town. She puffs away at the cigarette and he says nothing when he enters. He just throws his keys on the counter and then moves quietly over to her, hands falling to her tense shoulders. She hates the way she leans into him too; how effortlessly the anger ebbs.

She looks up at him, and he smiles gently. He looks worn, as though he’s fighting something that she won’t learn until the early hours of the morning, when he’s spent from spent from sex and the general excitement that paints all of his days. Javi is interesting in that way—not emotionally stunted, but hesitant. 

“You didn’t make dinner?” he asks while pushing her hair away from her neck, pressing his lips there quickly. He nuzzles against her for a beat, taking in her scent, feeling the warmth of her against him in gratitude. He is spent, and he’s wanted nothing more than to come here. Doesn’t even really care that she’s not made him dinner, just said it to hear her. 

“I didn’t,” she responds, more softly than she likes. Her heart is tender for him, kind naturally because his being warrants it. She wants to yell, but she can’t because she loves him so goddamn much. 

“S’okay,” he mumbles. Javi moves away from her, slipping off his jacket and sitting it on the chair. “We can order something later if you want.”

She nods, putting out the cigarette. “When do you have to go back in?”

“Six tomorrow morning. What about you?”

“I took tomorrow off.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “¿Por qué?” 

“Because,” she shrugs. “Only so much depressing material you can write until it starts to wear you down.”

“You know I said—“

She cuts him off. “I don’t want to live off your paycheck. I know what you said but I’m happy doing what I do. Just—“ she pauses, struggling to think. “—not all of us can give our lives over to the cause all the time.”

She meant that, meant that entirely, and knows he feels it by the way his features settle into a look of pure nothingness. Stoned face, giving nothing. She’s sorry for it, but can’t say it. He doesn’t ask for her to. 

“Cruelty doesn’t look so good on you, baby,” he tries to tease, but it comes out flat and serious. She bites at her lip, and turns her head to the window, back to the city, trying not to cry. 

“Are you angry with me?” 

He’s a good detective, isn’t he?

“Javi, I don’t want to fight.” 

“You are angry with me.”

She sighs heavily. “No, I’m not.”

“You are, and I wish you’d just say why.”

“It doesn’t even matter, Javi,” she dismisses it with a simple shrug of her shoulders. “You’ve been at work all day and—“

“Is it because I work so much?” he interrupts. 

“Goddamnit, Javier, I’m not fucking angry with you!” she shouts. Shouts like she is angry with him. Silence ensues and she wants to crawl in a hole and disappear completely. 

“You left your wedding ring,” she admits quietly, half out of remorse, half because she can’t stand the way he’s looked down at the table and not looked back up. Or how he sits like he’s torn between fleeing and staying. “But it really doesn’t matter, and I don’t know why it bothers me so much because I know you...you don’t mean to hurt me.”

“No,” he shakes his head. He still does not look at her, focusing on a line in the table. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Javi, I said it didn’t matter.”

“But it does.” He finally looks up. “It matters if it makes you angry with me. I left it because I forgot, that’s all.”

“I said it doesn’t matter.”

“You never fucking fight me.”

“There’s no reason for it,” she replies. 

“There is reason for it.” 

“Javi, please. I don’t get you for very long and this is not how I want to spend it.”

“Stop doing that.” 

“What?” Confusion paints her features. 

“Running from it. Fight with me.”

“Why do you want to fight so fucking bad? When you’d turn into such a fucking masochist.”

She feels that lump in her throat again, feels the way it wants to give way and lets it all go the way he’s requesting. Fills the bitterness creep into her system the way she hates. 

“I’m not a masochist,” he replies, “You’ve obviously got shit to say, so say it.”

“Fuck you, Javi,” she chokes, blinking back tears now. She definitely did not want this. 

She gets up to move, but he grasps onto her wrist. 

“Don’t run away,” he repeats. He’s angry too. 

“Let me go,” she spits out spitefully. He has such a loose hold on her that she doesn’t even need his permission to escape from it, but it’s the concept more than anything. He does let go, but she doesn’t move. 

“I didn’t want to fight with you.” 

Her cheeks begin to heat with anger, and it’s the worst sort of anger, the kind that makes her sob because she can’t contain it. It’s an anger that feels unfair, and she can never beat it; the tears begin to fall rapidly. 

Sympathy tugs at his heart; his steely resolution falls as quickly as it has come up. “I know,” he acknowledges. “We’ve got to fight, sometimes, though.”

“I know, but I don’t want to. I only see you two days a week and I don’t want to spend one of them yelling at you,” she confesses. “All I want you, Javi. Is that so much to ask?”

It���s his turn for shame to fill him. He knows why that can’t be—knows it’s because there’s things she can’t know and having her in a building full of DEA agents comprises the both of them. She’s in danger just wearing that wedding band on her finger; God forbid any of those fucking narcs ever found out they were married. He shouldn’t have done it, married her, but he could not help it; a sort of selfishness that was not uncharacteristic had pushed the boundaries within him, and he decided the good outweighed the bad. But, maybe it didn’t. 

He stands and envelops her frame in a hug. She sighs into his chest and wraps her arms tightly around him. She only wants to make him happy and to be happy with him. Why did it seem so hard? When this all began, it felt so easy, so nice and now it felt hard. 

Javier kisses her softly, just a peck and she feels lighter because of it. As he goes to pull away, she pulls him closer again, pressing their lips together. He responds, a hand resting on her hip and the other on the small of her back, holding her against him. She initiates a deeper kiss, swiping her tongue against his lower lip. They stand like this for a few minutes, kissing and basking in the presence of each other the way they’d both desired. 

It is Javi who pulls back from their kiss, needing air and wanting to take it further—just not here. In the beginning of their relationship, when it was just fucking, sex felt something they had to do everywhere; on the couch, on the table, on the counter, in the shower, on the ground, even in front of the window. And they still did that, still let spontaneity sway them, but they’d settled into more comfortable routines too. He liked fucking her in their bed, the one thing they always agreed was undeniably both of theirs wherever it resided. It was their bed so as long as they both fell there to sleep. 

He doesn’t even have to speak, just nods his head in the general direction, before she’s tugging him along. 

She sits down on the bed and peers up at him, eyes still red from the tears. He feels awful about it, but doesn’t have it in him to say it. Can’t, for some reason. It’s lost between his brain and his tongue, but it finds its way out through the gentle way he presses her onto her back and lets his lips kiss her everywhere. He kisses her face, her lips, then her neck, and then he goes further, pushing her shirt up and pressing his plush lips against the newly exposed flesh. Then he then he’s undoing her pants, kissing the spot where her panties usually begin. He offers her a mischievous grin, and she smiles back at him. 

“You really didn’t want to fight, did you?” 

She shakes her head. “No, you fuck, I didn’t,” she laughs. 

He continues his trail down her body, and she lifts her hips so he can remove her pants. Javier presses his lips on her hips, on the flesh directly above the pubic bone. Then, he presses them on the inside of her thighs, teasingly slow when he gets closer to her core, and she whines out of protest when he spots. Her eyes flicker down to see why, and when her eyes met his, he presses his tongue against her clit. A moan escapes her and she grasps onto the bedspread. Javi is encouraged by this, swiping his tongue against her folds, dipping his tongue into her, tasting her—really, truly admiring every part of her—before pressing his tongue back onto her clit. He begins to suck gently, and she writhes without control beneath him. A trained expert at this now, he anchors her down by wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them in place. 

“Javi—“ she manages to say, just as the tension begins to build in her stomach. “Oh Javi, baby, faster.” 

He obliges and she is quick to find her release in a matter of seconds. Javi remains in between her thighs, licking up her arousal. He’s gotten good at this, knows the way she likes it, knows how to do it even when she can’t tell him.

She carts a hand through his hair, tugging gently, and he removes his lips from her finally. Despite her worn state, she’s quick to rise and meet him, uncaring about her arousal on his face as she presses their lips together once more. He kisses her back with more need than he previously had, his jeans feel tighter and more constricting than usual. 

“I want to ride you,” she whispers against his lips, and he nods eagerly. Her fingers work at his belt, and then the button of his jeans, hardly making it past the zipper before she slides her hand into his pants and palms his already hard member. He winces against her lips and she can’t help but grin; this is her Javi. This is the marriage she wants. 

“Te amo,” she says, beginning to tug at his jeans. He assists her, pushing them down all the way. 

“Take off your shirt,” he demands, tugging at the fabric. She obeys him, throwing the shirt in the same place his pants fell, before he tugs her closer to him. A gasp falls from her lips as she mounts him, the warmth of his length agonizing so close to her heat. She reaches between them, lining his cock up to her entrance. Eyes connect as she fills herself with him, and his mouth falls open, desperate to moan but too choked by the feeling of her around him. She moves slowly, not wanting to release the warmth of him yet in favor of forming a steady pace to ride him. Javi, however, is growing increasingly aroused beneath her, and can’t help the way he guides her on his cock. “Please,” he begs, brown eyes dark with desire. She nods, and they move together, her hips following his hands instructions. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out, watching the way he slides in and out of her. “I’m not going to last much longer, baby.”

Distracted by her own desire, she merely nods his confession, grinding herself on him until she fills the beginnings of another  orgasm, the sweet release inches away. He doesn’t lift her from himself now, wanting to savor this feeling for a few moments longer. “Te amo,” he finally responds back, a deep groan releasing at the way she squeezes around him. She grinds against him, and he lets her, allowing his finger to undo the bra they’d both been too eager to take off as she does. It falls slowly down her chest, and as soon as it exposes her nipple, he’s quick to wrap his mouth around it. This earns a throaty moan from her, and she swears her orgasm isn’t ever going to end. 

He pulls the fabric down her arms completely before turning them over, never leaving her once. He is desperate now, denied his orgasm too long, and the heat is pooling viciously in his stomach. He thrusts roughly into her, a whine emitting from her lips when he does, but she lifts her hips to meet him the second time he does it. 

“Faster, baby,” she encourages, and he presses his fingers into her hips so hard that he’s certain the skin will bruise as he thrusts into her for the last time. 

He slides out of her, and with a few more rough tugs on his cock, he’s releasing on her stomach. He wants to lay beside her, flat and lifeless as his lugs play catch up (it’s the fucking cigarettes, but he can’t stop them), but he resists the urge. He leans towards the bed stand and grabs a handful of tissues, wiping himself and her clean of his cum. She lays still, watching him intently, a soft, appreciative smile embedding in her features. 

“I miss you a lot, you know,” she says. He throws the tissues away in the bin across the room, and she takes in his frame; admires the way his back looks, the broadness of his shoulders, even his ass. He’s a good looking man, on top of everything, and she’s happy to be his wife. She just wishes it was easier. 

“I do know. I miss you too.”

He slides back into bed, uncaring of his nakedness, and she uncaring of hers. He pulls her bare body against him, and she wraps a leg around her hip. She traces his lips with her finger and he takes her hand, kissing the palm of it. 

He loves her, loves her so goddamn much that the guilt of the wedding ring on her dresser eats away at him. It bites and bites because the way he’s so casually lied about why he left it, acted as if it wasn’t deliberate. Doesn’t want to tell he’s afraid they’ll find out if he doesn’t, doesn’t want to have to worry about if she’s okay anymore than he does already. He calls her every night, checks in at the same time so he knows nothing is wrong, and she knows he does this, but there’s a thousand things she doesn’t see. A thousand things he doesn’t want her to see, either, like the way he left the wedding band because he’s afraid or the way he drives past her house every night before he goes to his, just to ensure it’s still there, even though he knows it is. Doesn’t want her to see the anxiety that fills him every time he hears about a bombing or the way he can’t sleep when he goes away. He wants their marriage to be perfectly normal, wants it all to be perfectly normal. Colombia deserves to be a country where marriages don’t feel this hard, and that’s all he wants to give her, but he can’t. 

As she lays against him, she can feel the tension in his body, knowing by the way he holds her a little too firmly that he’s thinking about something. She wants to ask about what, but she doesn’t want to spoil the moment. 

They’ve both become experts at sweeping things under the rug—at sacrificing—and neither of them knows whether it’s good or not, but they’ll continue to do it. Lie causally in order to protect, not address the pain and disorder, just for moments like this, moments that feel entirely like their own. Moments that make them feel married and dedicated to one another. 

This is scene two from a marriage.

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Abandoned

Rating: SFW/PG-13 (although theres kissing and stuff if you dont want to read that in public)

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: Angst, fighting and arguing, talks about order 66/jedi being killed, making out it gets a little heated ya’ll

Summary: Hunter has discovered Sera's intentions to abandon the team and leave. The have an argument, amongst other things. Does she stay, or will she leave the bad batch for good?

Authors note: More OC stuff, I just get scenes in my head and I have to write them out. This is the furthest ahead ive gotten in the story I think. I have ideas of other things (which kinda get hinted at here), but im not sure how exactly I want to accomplish them.

Be sure to check out my post and put in your 2 cents on what I should write next!

Tags: @mangoberry99

You walked into the small, dark room, with Hunter right on your heels. He was definitely mad at you.

You tightened the mask on your face, and kept your hood up. Hunter switched the lights on and shut the door. “You were going to leave?” Hunters voice was raised, practically growling. He whipped around to look at you, his eyebrows arched and nostrils flaring. Yup. Pissed.

“I don’t expect you to understand.” You folded your arms defensively. “Just cause you’re a Jedi?” Hunter spoke loudly. “You owe us an explanation.” Somehow you thought Hunter really meant that you owed him an explanation.

You turned your face away, saying nothing. You didn’t feel obliged to share anything, you just wanted to retreat and hide like you always had. Hunters mouth turned down into a frown, and you could tell he was getting more upset. “I hate to break it to you, but being a Jedi doesn’t make you more special or different than the rest of us-"

“Hold on a damn minute-" you interjected, uncrossing your arms.

“And you don’t get to shut us out just because you are one.” He spat it out and you felt your face heat up with anger. “You were going to go without saying goodbye, Sera. You realized how messed up that is?” He was yelling now.

“I told you, you wouldn’t understand!” You yelled back. Your hands balled up into fists.

“No, I don’t! How could you befriend us, gain our trust, and just leave? Omega-"

“Don’t.” you interrupted before he could finish. Your voice had lowered in pitch, but it was loud and it echoed around the room. “Don’t bring her into this.” You were doing this to protect them, especially her. You didn’t want him to guilt trip you by using her.

“It would’ve destroyed her. You can’t face that? That you were going to abandon her?”

“You have no right-!” You turned to face him, pointing a finger at him and walking up to him.

“Take that damn thing off.” Hunter said. You froze. You knew he was referring to the mask. He stared at you with a hard look on his face, still fuming with anger. “I said take it off.” He ordered.

You yanked it off and threw it at his feet, hoping to hit his foot. He easily moved his left foot to avoid getting hit. “Happy?” You threw up your hands as you said it, venom laced in your tone. Your mask felt like your defense, a protection. You felt safe with it, and you had worn it since abandoning the clone wars and the Jedi order. You felt too vulnerable and exposed without it right now.

“Don’t lecture me, I know what I was doing, and I-" your voice cracked. You took a step back and took a breath. “I thought it was better than the alternative.” Your voice was quieter now. You looked down, then you turned around, your back to him. You didn’t want to see him, to face him. You placed your hands on the table in front of you, leaning forward and taking slow deep breaths.

“How would that be better?” Hunter's voice was lower in volume, matching yours. He seemed upset, but not angry anymore. He sounded hurt, or maybe sad.

You finished another deep breath. “The Jedi are being hunted down. I can only hide for so long.” Your voice was much quieter now, barely above a whisper. You felt weight on your chest as you said it. You crossed your arms and hugged yourself, trying to squeeze away the tight feeling in your chest. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. “I could feel it when the Jedi were killed, Hunter. Thousands of voices being silenced. And now, I can feel it.” Hunter waited for you to finish. “The Empire knows there are hidden Jedi across the galaxy, and they’re going to come and find us.”

You turned to face him, tears in your eyes. Hunter looked worried as he listened to you, watching your movements. “If you’re with me, you could all be killed.” You choked out the last part, the tears coming out. You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hold in the cries that escaped your mouth.

You squeezed your eyes tight and couldn’t see, but you felt arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you in. You received the hug and wrapped your arms around Hunters torso, then buried your face into his chest. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, the sobbing escaping you, ripping through your chest.

“Shh,” Hunter quietly began comforting you. You felt his hand stroking your hair, the other arm squeezing you tight against him. You held onto him as you cried, like holding him would help you hold yourself together.

You stayed there for a minute, quietly sobbing while Hunter stroked your hair and quieted your cries. After a minute had passed, he spoke. “You remember what I told you when we found out you were a Jedi?” He paused and you waited quietly, tears still rolling down your cheeks. “I said we would protect you.” You had stopped sobbing, and you took shaky breaths in and out.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. You pulled away from his chest to look up at him. He wiped the tears out of your eyes with his thumb. “I promise, I won’t let the Empire kill you,” he had grabbed your chin, and looked into your eyes with intensity as he spoke. You smiled at his optimism. Normally you might argue that he couldn’t guarantee that, but he looked so set in his decision. You didn’t think you could persuade him otherwise.

He leaned in to press his forehead against yours, and you met him halfway, enjoying the moment of closeness. You felt like he was grounding you, keeping you here in the moment instead of fearing for the future. “Is this okay?” You felt his breath hit your face as he spoke. It was warm, and he smelled nice. You nodded. He squeezed you around the waist and pulled you in tighter, your hips now touching.

You felt your heart skip a beat. You two had never been quite this affectionate. You had an idea that Hunter might feel something more than friendship towards you. There had been moments, exchanged glances, lingering touches. Conversation where you both opened up, and had been vulnerable with each other. You already knew how you felt, but never were quite sure where exactly he stood.

You opened your eyes, and examined his face. You could see details that you couldn’t make out without being this close. The details in his tattoos, the shape of his eyes, of his face, his mouth. You felt yourself become more brave. You tilted your face to the right, your nose skimming past his. His lips were not even an inch away from yours now.

You saw Hunter's eyes open, and he was watching you. You waited, not wanting to advance more without permission. You held eye contact for a moment. He looked at you questioningly, processing what you were doing. You waited for him to pull away or come closer. You quietly froze there, the two of you only breathing and examining each other in your closeness, neither of you sure what would happen. You found yourself getting lost in his brown eyes for that short moment.

Suddenly Hunters lips were against yours, his hand at the back of your neck, fingers reaching into your hair. You breathed in through your nose, and your bodies began to move together. You felt yourself rise up to your toes to reach him, to get closer. Your arms were still wrapped around his torso, and you pulled yourself closer to him, just as his other hand gently pushed you in from the small of your back, trying to close every gap between your bodies.

After a minute, Hunter pulled away to allow yourselves a second to breath. He studied your face, like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s about damn time.” You said between breaths, and he laughed. His eyes seemed to light up with excitement. You reached up to his neck and brought him back in. You felt a burning in your chest as you continued kissing him. You wrapped your fingers around his biceps, and began to push him towards the nearest wall. He let you move him, his arms around your waist, making sure you came right along with him. You went back up on your toes, reaching to kiss him.

Hunters hands shifted away from you, then you felt them grab you underneath your thighs. You were suddenly lifted up, your legs reflexively wrapping around him. You gasped and broke from the kiss, holding onto him to keep yourself from falling.

“I’ve got you.” He spoke confidently, placing one hand on your shoulder as the other fully held you up. Then, he took a few steps and set you down on the table. Your face was now an even height with his. You made a face “You think I’m too short to kiss you?” You huffed out. Hunter smiled and said “You are kinda short-“

“Oh shut up.” You grabbed his shoulders and forcefully brought him back in. You tightened your legs on him, as if trying to lock him in place. He had one hand on your hip, the other touched the back of your shoulder where your bare skin was exposed. It felt like a fire was ignited where his fingertips met your skin. Hunter broke away and planted kisses on your cheek, then he moved to your jaw. You felt yourself reach at his shirt on his back, tempted to start pulling at it. You felt intoxicated by the moment, drinking in the bliss you felt as his kisses moved to your neck.

Wait. How did I get here again?

You released him and pulled away gently as the thought crossed your mind. Hunter stopped and took a step back from you, being sure to give you space if you wanted it. Your legs no longer were wrapped around him, you sat on the table and Hunter stood just a foot away from you. “Did I overstep?” Hunter asked. He watched you carefully, concern written all over his face.

“No, no I loved that Hunter,” you reached your hand out and grabbed his. You gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I’m just trying to process. Weren’t we just fighting?” You looked back up at him. He looked up, trying to recall the events. “Right, and then you were crying-“

“And now we’re kissing.” You laughed and shook your head. “That really escalated huh?” You looked back up to him as you spoke. Hunter was smiling, he looked genuinely happy.

You ran your hand through your hair, your braid now very much messed up. You began to undo it. Hunters smile faded and his eyebrows knitted together.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You won’t leave, right?” He asked, the brooding expression you were all too familiar with was set back onto his face.

“Oh.” Right, I was going to leave. You felt your heart squeeze. “No, I don’t think I will.” You said after thinking. Hunter sighed in relief. “Good.” He approached you again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I wouldn’t let you anyways.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Oh, you wouldn’t let me?” Like he could stop me. You kept that thought in your head.

“No.” He spoke firmly. His eyes locked with yours, and he looked determined. “I know the empire is hunting down the last of the Jedi, but we’re not exactly on good terms with them either.” You listened as he spoke.

“I don’t like the thought of you trying to survive on your own. I’ve always had my brothers, and having a squad, or a family, to rely on has gotten us all through it. I want you to rely on us, let us help you.” He put a hand on your cheek as he finished, and leaned in closer to you. He looked almost sad as he said it. You realized if he really cared about you, the thought of you leaving must hurt as much as leaving him would’ve hurt you.

You took a deep breath, then spoke. “Since I left the order, and the war, I’ve always been on my own. Having someone to rely on again has been a bit of an adjustment.” Hunter kept his eyes fixed on you, hand still on your cheek. You moved to put your hand on top of his. “I’m still learning how not to run, and I don’t want to run from you.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes. “Honestly, I think I love you.”

Hunters eyes widened a bit as you said it. You smiled and you could feel yourself blushing. Now, though, you weren’t ashamed.

You saw Hunters eyes move to the door and back to you. Then you heard foot steps and Omega calling for Hunter. “I love you too.” He whispered it, and the door opened.

I know. You mouthed it, then slid off the table to stand next to him. You could practically hear him roll his eyes and you smiled.

I don’t think I could leave now. Not even if I wanted to.

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