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stargirllanaa · 4 months

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୨⎯ "Cruel World” - Rafe Cameron

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Warnings: Dark!Rafe, Noncon smut, toxic relationship, Abusive relationship, Domestic violence, Gun violence, Drinking, ex!rafe, Rafe is actually terrible, psycho ex bf Rafe

Summary: loosely, based on ‘Cruel World’ by Lana Del Rey, everything goes wrong when you spot your psycho ex bf at a New Year’s Eve party.

A/n ✎: Thank you so much for 100 followers! Ahhhh!!!! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying my work, I recommend listening to the song ofc but you don’t have too. Bold and italics are flashback. Enjoy <333

Wc: just under 3k

18+ MINORS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

“Does anyone know where I put my eyeliner?” Your friend Nora asked you, as well as your other friend Violet.

You were all getting ready for some New Year's Eve party at Nora's boyfriend's house; everyone would be home from college for winter break, so you were excited to see all the people you went to high school with.

“No, but I know where the vodka is!” Violet chuckled,

“Come on, let's all take a shot!” Violet continued as she made her way over to you.

“Come on, y/n, are you going to pout all night? He might not even be there.” the brunette expressed as she sat beside you, bottle in hand.

She was referring to your ex, Rafe Cameron, and you knew for almost a fact that he would be there. Nora's boyfriend happened to be his best friend, Topper, and you and Rafe hadn't exactly ended on the best terms. The two of you had been broken up for about a month and a half; for the first two weeks, he would not stop texting and calling you, profusely apologizing, saying things like, ‘I'll go to therapy.’ ‘give me another chance.’ ‘I'll be better.’

It got so annoying that you had to block him; obviously, that wouldn't stop him. The thing was, Rafe was fucking crazy; he would always find a way to get to you, and if he didn't, he simply didn't want to.

“He's going to be there.” You said with a sign, “I'm just going to get fucked up, ignore him, and hopefully get some dick tonight.”

“That's the spirit!” Violet said as you tilted your head back, and she poured the vodka down your throat.

“Are you kidding me?” Your boyfriend asked you in a harsh tone as he stalked toward you.

“What?” you respond as you tried to take a wobbly few steps back.

His eyes narrowed at you, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, aside from the clown makeup,” Rafe said, referring to your red lipstick.

“How many times do I have to tell you I don't like that dress?” Rafe interrogated as he roughly grabbed your waist.

“How many fucking times, y/n?” the blonde shook your body roughly. “For you to get it through your thick fucking skull?”

You were silent, frozen almost; whenever Rafe got violent, you didn't know how to react. You didn't fight; you didn't try to run; you stood wide-eyed in shock because if you did respond the wrong way, you knew it would make things 10x worse than they already were.

“Huh?” He asked you, shaking your body roughly again, waiting for you to respond.

“I- I don't know.” You mumbled weakly.

“You don't know,” he mocked with a dry humorless laugh.

“Go and change. Red looks trashy on you.” He stated before letting go of you with a harsh push into the wall.

All your friends knew that Rafe was bad, but they certainly didn't know how bad he was. You were so good at hiding it, concealer, color corrector, foundation, you name it; if it could cover a bruise, you had it. Every story you told them about your fights with Rafe were very watered down, and because of that, no one knew how truly scared you were to run into Rafe at this party. Not in an ‘Oh, no, my ex!’ way more in a ‘he might kill me way.’ But with every shot you took, you felt your fear start to fade slowly, and when you arrived at the party five shots in, in your little red party dress, you felt way more confident than you should have.

Your arm linked with Violet’s as your friend Nora lost the two of you to find her boyfriend. You and Violet stumbled through the house, passing through groups of people, trying your best to find the drink table.

“By the way, I love your dress,” Violet approved, looking you up and down. “Red is your color.”

“Thank you!” you smiled, taking the compliment to heart; she didn't know just how much that meant to you; you hadn't worn red since Rafe had told you it was ‘trashy’ on you.

“Fuck, is the Britney Smith?” Violet giggled, pointing at the short blonde girl.

“Isnt she pregnant?” you wondered as your eyes fell on the drink table.

“Oh my god, look who's right next to the drinks,” Violet says before covering her mouth with her hand.

“Is that Alex?” you replied, squinting your eyes to get a better look.

Violet nodded in response, eyes wide with excitement.

“Go talk to him!” you smiled at her. “I'll sit right over there,” you said, pointing at the elegant velvet couch.

As you sat on the couch, you couldn't stop thinking about Rafe. Your anxiety slowly started to rise, and you regretted every choice you made up to this point. First of all, you and Rafe had ended on horrible terms; second of all, you came to a party that you knew he would most likely be at, and now you are all alone and a little more drunk than you'd like to be.

You couldn't stop thinking back to that day, your breaking point, the last fight you had with Rafe before you ended things for good.

“Why are you following John B on Instagram?” Your boyfriend asked you as he looked up from his phone.

The question confused you a bit; you honestly didn't even know you were following him in the first place.

“I don't know?” you replied with a shrug. “Probably was an accident; maybe Sarah tagged him in something or-”

“Was it an accident when you smiled at him the other day at the wreck?” he cut you off.

Was he serious right now? John B had waved at you, and you simply smiled in return. You were just being nice; it was nothing more than that.

“Rafe, I-” You were going into very dangerous territory, and you knew that, even though Rafe was physically attractive, he was very insecure, which showed a lot in your relationship.

“If it's another bullshit excuse, I don't want to hear it,” he scolded as he stalked towards you.

He wasn't even giving you the chance to defend yourself, and frankly, it was pissing you off even more than his stupid questions.

“Rafe, I don't even know what you're talking about; I literally-” you plead with your boyfriend, taking a step back for every step he took forward.

“Of course you ‘Dont know,’ you never do.” Rafe hissed at you, moving closer and closer.

“That's what you do; you act all fucking innocent and then sneak around behind my back.” the blonde accused.

“Do you think I'm stupid?” He sneered, backing you against the wall.

That was the final straw; now he was accusing you of cheating from a simple smile and an Instagram follow. I mean, how delusional could he be?

“Are you fucking crazy?” you asked him, eyebrows furrowed.

You could tell he was shocked at your response by the way his eyebrows arched upwards slightly, but you could also tell you pissed him off by the way his jaw ticked.

“What did you say to me?” He asked; he heard you loud and clear the first time; he just wanted to see if you had the guts to repeat it.

“Are you fucking crazy? I follow him on Instagram. So what? I can unfollow him if it's a problem.” you argued, shocked that this was even an issue.

Rafe's hand shot forward without warning, delivering a sharp slap to your face. Time momentarily slowed as the impact echoed through the room. As the sting of the slap registered, a deep sadness clouded your features. You hated to say it, but you were used to rafe hurting you.

“Who do you think you're talking to?” Rafe asked you. Blue eyes are darker than their everyday shade.

“Huh?” He scoffed, laughing slightly.

“Calling me crazy…talking to me like I'm the one in the wrong?” your boyfriend shouted as he snatched a big chuck of your hair, gripping it tight enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“Rafe, I-” you tried to defend yourself as tears clouded your vision.

“No, I'm talking now.” His voice boomed as he screamed in your ear.

Rafe slammed your head against the wall behind you, using your hair as leverage; at this point, your ears were ringing, your head was banging, and you couldn't speak from the pain alone. And Rafe just kept going on and on about how important trust is in a relationship, but how could you even listen when he was gripping your hair so tight? But obviously, Rafe didn't see this as punishment enough because he dragged you by the hair to his closet, and even as he rustled through his sock drawer, clearly looking for something, he didn't once let go of your hair.

“Rafe! Stop-” You were cut off by the feeling of ice gold metal pressed against your temple; you were completely frozen, not knowing what to do; there was no way your boyfriend was pressing a gun against your head over an Instagram follow.

“If you even look at john b again, your fucking dead.” Rafe threatened coldly.

Your heart was racing; Rafe was impulsive knowing him; you could breathe the wrong way, and he would pull the trigger. That didn't stop your breath from fasting and your tears from falling, though.

“You hear me?” he asked, pulling your hair back just enough to make eye contact.

You didn't say anything; you had been sobbing ever since you felt the metal against your head in the first place.

“Do you hear me?” He shook you, demanding an answer, “I will fucking kill you.”

“Yes!” you cried out, hoping and praying for him to put the gun down and let go of you.

And when you left his house that night, you had never returned. Rafe did have his good moments, but was he worth your life? You broke up with him over text the following day, and you hadn't seen him since.

Since today, as soon as you looked up from your lap, lost in thought, you made eye contact with Rafe. You felt sick when you saw him; you knew he would be here, but you weren't expecting to see him this soon.

You stood up, making your way through the separate groups of people; you needed to find somewhere you could be by yourself because right now, you felt like you might have a panic attack.

“Excuse me,” you repeated over and over as you drunkenly stumbled to the stairs. No one was upstairs, other than maybe a few people hooking up, but other than that, it was pretty empty. You looked for a room, apologizing when you opened the door to see Nora and Topper making out. You stumbled through the halls until you found an empty room, sighing in relief as you closed the door behind you.

Your relief was short-lived because you didn't realize that Rafe was following behind you the entire time, and when he entered the room, you instantly regretted isolating yourself from the rest of the party and your friends.

“No.” you panicked, anxiety rising deep within your stomach.

He was intentionally standing in front of the door. There was no way out.

“Hey, Listen, y/n-,” Rafe said calmly, trying to calm you down.

“No! Get away from me!” you interrupted words slurring, not wanting to hear a thing from him.

You had no desire to speak to Rafe, not after all he had put you through in your relationship, not after you had been in therapy for the past month to heal the pain he had caused you. He wasn't just a regular ex, Rafe was fucking crazy, and you both knew it; you knew he was waiting to see you in person again, probably planning it, planning out exactly how he was going to get you back and what he was going to do if you declined his offer.

“Can you just listen to me!?” he snapped at you, slightly losing his calm demeanor. “I just want to talk-” He said through his teeth, walking over to you and away from the door.

“Well, I don't want to talk!” you barely even knew what you were saying; your head was spinning, and you regretted every shot you had taken earlier.

“So that's how it's gonna be, huh?” Rafe mumbled to himself more than you, fist clenching as he spoke.

As he got closer and closer, the room seemed easier and easier to escape; you knew you couldn't scream for help because of the loud music banging throughout the house; no one would hear you, and you knew you couldn't put up the best fight because you were drunk and Rafe’s also way stronger than you, he had proved this time and time again.

So you took the opportunity to run for the door while you still could. But two steps in, Rafe had already caught you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his stiff chest.

“I didn't want to make this complicated.” he hissed into your ear. “But come on, y/n, it's almost like you want me to hurt you.”

You thrashed your body, wiggling side to side, trying to escape his grip.

“You’re fucking crazy!” You shouted as you continued to attempt to free yourself.

“Yes! I'm crazy,” Your ex admitted as his grip around you tightened, and his nostrils flared. “I'm crazy for you.” he dug his nails into your side.

“Get off of me!” you cried out, voice raw with emotion.

“You come to my best friend's party wearing the fucking dress I hate! Knowing I'm going to be here!” he criticized, pushing your body towards the bed. “It's almost like you want me to take it off.”

“Rafe, stop, I-” you were cut off by Rafe throwing you on the bed and wrapping his hands around your throat as he hovered over you.

“Shut the fuck up!” He sneered, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“You fucking left me!” His grip got tighter the more he spoke. “Not even a call, but a fucking text.” he scolded. “Do I really mean that little to you?”

You didn't end things the way you did because you didn't care about Rafe; you cared about Rafe so much, more than you ever wanted to, and that hurt; throughout everything he's done to you, all the pain he's caused you, you still cared. You broke up with Rafe over text because you were terrified; he had threatened to kill you over an Instagram follow; you couldn't imagine what he would have done if you dared to break up with him in person.

But you couldn't say any of that because he was choking you so hard that you couldn't breathe, let alone speak; all you could do was hit his hands repeatedly, hoping he would let go.

“You didn't care about my feelings. Why should I care about yours?” He asked you, looking deeply into your bloodshot, teary eyes with his blue angry ones.

Your mind was racing; Rafe was actually going to kill you. You saw this day coming many times throughout your relationship, but you didn't expect it to happen when you guys were finished. You had shared your body, your mind, everything with him, and you had been happy it was over; you finally were starting to feel like yourself again. But now he was going to take that all away from you.

Rafe finally let go when he started to see your eyes roll back as you started to lose consciousness.

You gasped for air in between coughs as you held your throat, desperate to soothe it from the pain he caused with his harsh grip. You had accepted death. You knew exactly who you were dealing with, and the thought of him killing you over a breakup wasn't too far-fetched.

“You have a lot of making-up to do after the stunt you pulled last month,” Rafe sighed as if he was inconvenienced by what he was doing to you.

The stunt you pulled? Your break up was serious, and for a good reason; he was lucky you hadn't called the police; if anyone had pulled a ‘stunt,’ it was him. He had pulled a series of stunts throughout your whole relationship. He was pulling one now.

Before you knew it, Rafe was tugging at your dress, attempting to pull it off you. If there was one thing you weren't doing, it was going down without a fight. You tried your best to kick him and scratch him, everything, but you were drunk, had just been choked, and Rafe was much stronger than you, so he pinned your wrist above your head with one hand and pulled the bottom of your dress up with the other.

“Remember this, y/n,” He said as he positioned himself up against your cunt. “Remember this feeling the next time you think about trying to leave.” He taunted before pushing into you roughly.

As he thrusted into you repeatedly at a rough and harsh pace, you sobbed. You thought Rafe was behind you; you told yourself you would never let a man hurt you the way he did again. You were so happy when he was gone.

“Fuck, take this off,” Rafe moaned as he pulled your dress over your head.

With every hash thrust, your cries got louder. Rafe didn't care about your pleasure or even his; he wanted to hurt you; he wanted to see your tear-stained face. This was your punishment, and he was succeeding. The only thing you felt between your legs was severe pain.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” you heard everyone downstairs scream in unison.

“Happy New Year,” Rafe smirked as he pulled you in for a rough, sloppy kiss.

Rafe was fucking crazy.

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hearts4golbach · 2 months

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Hey can I request y/n surprising Billie at the Grammys? Thanks

Double-Winner.

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader.

a/n: sorry this is so short, i had no clue how to fulfill this tbh but i tried my best! hope you like it x

"bil, for the last time," I sighed heavily, "im not going to be able to make it. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

billie whined on the other end of the phone, "it's not the same, ma."

I continued packing my suitcase. "I know, babe, but you know I have a huge meeting that I can not miss."

she grumbled, "I know." I heard water running and movement. "Wish me luck." she muttered as she began to brush her teeth.

"i'll be manifesting for you," i joke, walking to the bathroom to prepare my toiletries. "You're going to win the grammy." i reassure her.

i could hear her take a deep breath and sigh. "Yeah, hopefully. i think i should go to bed, big day tomorrow." she cheesed.

"Alright," i say dramatically. "If you have to."

she made a kiss noise, "i love ya."

"i love you too. Text me when you're up." i kissed her back before she hung up.

i checked the time on my phone, silently thanking billie for hanging up at the perfect time. i zipped up my suitcase and threw on my slides before walking out of the house. i double-checked to make sure the door was walked before i drove off towards the airport.

the cool winter breeze caught me off guard as i stepped out of my warm car. i dreaded all of the airport security traffic. it took me forever to get through everything, but i had finally made it on the flight that would take me to surprise billie.

i found out 3 hours before she called me that the meeting was canceled, and i decided i was going to surprise her. i booked the fastest flight and sound one that was perfect. i was surprised it was still available.

i sat peacefully on the plane, drinking Sprite and eating the iconic honey roasted peanuts. of course, i spent the whole time worrying over billies' reactions. would she be mad that i lied to her? i pondered back and forth, defending each argument for yes and no over in my mind.

the loud, robotic sounding woman over the speakers awoke me from my sleep. i rushed to get off the plane as i only had 2 hours to make it in time to see billie. i went to the nearest airport restroom and changed into my stunning dress that i had been saving for a really special occasion. it was a long, ruby red silk slip dress. it had a slit in the right legs and was long enough to trail behind me. i had straightened my hair before i left, and it had managed to stay intact. i did quick but elegant makeup and called my Uber.

the wait for the Uber was spent getting cat called by older men while waiting for billie to text me back.

me: How's your morning going, babe? i miss you

billie ❤️: it's going good, just doing hair and make up

billie ❤️: you?

billie ❤️: i miss you sm mama

me: just been thinking about you

billie: i gotta go get dressed, text you after ❤️

me: sounds goood

the Uber arrived and took me to my hotel room, which i had to rush to get ready since i was running late.

i basically threw on the dress that complimented hers, so i had enough time for makeup. luckly, i didn't like to do heavy makeup.

whenever i was finally done, billie texted me.

billie ❤️: god everything reminds me of how much i wish you could be here.

billie ❤️: theres an extra seat at the table for some reason

me: hm thats weird, dont worry, though i have the live video pulled up right now

i lied as i climbed into the Uber. i told the man my destination, and he began driving. butterflies were building up, and i couldn't wait to see her reaction.

i made it right in time, making it in time for the music related awards. i chatted with Lizzie Grant, one of my favorite music artists, as i waited for billie to leave the table so i could sneak in.

whenever they finally announced the first award for "what was i made for?" she got up and walked onto the stage.

i slid into my seat quietly, waving to finneas and claudia, who were in on the surprise.

i admired billie on stage. i was so proud of her. I couldn't contain it. a stupid smile spread on my face as i saw her bright smile on stage.

"Thank you so much. i really couldn't have done it without y/n and finneas. i love you too, and im so sorry you couldn't be here, baby." she blew a kiss to the camera, which i knew there'd be edits of later on.

she walked back, thanking all the people who congratulated her as she walked by.

she was only a few feet away whenever she made eye contact with me. her face lit up, and her smile grew. she ran towards me, pulling me out of my chair and capturing me in a tight hug. she peppered my face in kisses before finally meeting my lips. she held her lips on mine, and i didn't want her to pull away.

"You actually made it!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"How could i miss it?! my meeting got rescheduled, but i was planning on surprising you anyway. so everything worked out in the end." i explained.

"When did you get here?" she asked, her smile never fading.

"literally 2 and a half hours ago." i laughed, my arms snaking around her neck. "im so proud of you, bil."

"Thank you, mama." she pecked my lips once more, "i love you."

"i love you more." i smiled, "youre amazing. you deserve this so much."

billie went on to win another grammy. needless to say, we celebrated a lot that night.

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rebouks · 4 months

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Hey Mat, Long time no see, or write, or anything really.. feel free to rip this letter to shreds if you feel like it, I wouldn’t blame you. I didn’t exactly plan on dipping like that and I’m sure you’re probably pissed, or were but if you somehow manage to get through this stupid thing, then thanks… I’m doing better, thankfully.. sorted my shit out, like you said, as much as I think I can anyway… I’ve been clean for a while now, bar a few mishaps but I guess I should know by now that fucking up is just a part of myself that I can’t really change. I always liked that about you guys though, how you never judged me for it, I’ve found some pretty neat people here too, for the most part. I kinda cut my parents off too, but I dunno if I feel bad about that or not yet, guess I’m still figuring it out. I might give em another chance but half of me expects nothing to change, so I dunno… I kinda miss the Bay n’ stuff sometimes too y’know? Maybe not the rain though.. but I think I got so used to leaving things behind I didn’t really think it’d be any different this time around, maybe I was wrong. I’m doing okay, I guess.. but there’s a piece of me that feels like maybe I left a part of myself behind too. That sounds a bit dramatic huh? I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this… I suppose I’ve kinda been letting myself think about the past recently, someone got into my head about using it to move ahead instead of running from it and like, the elephant in the room n’ all that? I’m grateful you talked some sense into me before I did something I might’ve regretted not that I would have I didn’t mean to put you in that position though and I’m sorry if you thought maybe it was your fault that I left, cos it wasn’t. So uh can’t believe I just wrote uh out but I just wanted to apologise for leaving the way I did, without saying anything, and I hope none of you hate me for it and I hope you’re doing okay, no, better than okay! I really hope you worked things out with the whole Pixie thing too, I still think that was amazing, what you did I think it’d be neat if you had a relationship with her. Sometimes I wonder if I helped at all hopefully she’s doing good, either way though cos whatever you decided was for the best, no doubt. This letter is a rambling mess, I know.. but hopefully it’s better than nothing you can burn it if you want Can you tell I flunked lang/lit? I skipped write a letter day too I guess, my bad hah.. never was any good with words, written or spoken, but I’m sure you remember that. Anyway, say hi to everyone for me if you want, but you don’t have to - especially Oscar & Courtney, they don’t know how much they helped me.. and lil Robin, but I bet he’s not so little anymore. I shouldn’t have waited so long but uh.. better late than never? Okay peace.. T x ps. I almost didn’t post this but someone practically dragged me to the post box and now I’m nervous at the thought of you reading it.. which I’ll bet you find pretty funny, which is why I told you I guess pps. I don’t expect you to write back so dw about it if you don’t

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Pick you up at 12? x Can’t make it… Why not? I’m sick I already bought tickets! Do you want me to come over, nurse you back to health? ;) I’m good, take someone else x Fiiine, get some rest sweet cheeks xx

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117luv · 6 months

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THE PARENT TRAP — LHS | CHAPTER 16

synopsis: jungwon and ni-ki met each other at a summer camp and found out they were fraternal twins. this leads to events where the two ex-lovers, heeseung and yn, are reunited after 14 years by their children.

genre: exes to lovers, smau, fluff

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, poor attempts in humor, grammatical errors, marriage, pregnancy, parenthood, miscommunication

taglist: CLOSED!

a/n: hey loves! im BACK again with a new update and my writer's block is slowly fading away and i just finished my exams few days ago. damn almost 2 months since my last update? i sincerely apologize for everyone that has been waiting but rest assured, im planning to finish this smau this month (hopefully i actually do this) ne ways enjoy this chapter and love yall <3

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The date was decent, to say the least. The guy was nice enough to go on a blind date for the sake of his grandmother being worried about him and his love life. In order to ease her worries, he decided to go through with the date. They talked about their personal lives, such as how he wanted to start a small flower business near a school where his first love was working, while she talked about not standing up on this date as a sign of respect for him. She had also mentioned that her twin boys pushed her to go despite her initial disagreement. They had a lot of fun swapping stories, but Heeseung saw this as the two of them enjoying the date, which might lead to a deeper relationship in the future. His heart felt a tug, but at the end of the day, all he wanted was for her to be happy, even if he wasn't the reason for her smile. After all, she deserves everything this world has to offer.

Time came quickly, and after 2 hours of talking, they swapped goodbyes, and he offered to ride her home, which she declined because someone would be fetching her. She texted Heeseung to fetch her at the restaurant. As he received the message, he quickly drove to the front of the restaurant, where she was waiting for him. He opened the door for her and went back to drive her back home. The ride home was silent in comparison with their usual chat whenever they are alone. He just seemed off to her, but she can't pinpoint what the exact reason was for his demeanor. After a few minutes, she asked him to stop in an empty parking lot, which he complied with easily.

After he stopped the car, she asked him, "What's wrong, Heeseung?" to which he replied with a short response of "I'm okay, don't worry about me," but she wasn't satisfied with his answer. She explained that he was acting different after he fetched her, but he kept brushing off the fact that he was just tired. Her persistence never stopped, and he angrily told her, "Fine, I'm jealous. I saw you two in the restaurant laughing and having fun, and I felt jealous. For the longest time, I still love you. My feelings for you never changed after so many years. I tried to forget you and ventured to date a few years ago, but they will never be you. I longed for you, Yn. But seeing you smiling and laughing with other men made me feel that perhaps you have indeed moved on and I should move on as well." He kept talking, but she gave him a kiss to silent him.

The kiss felt like electricity running through their skin; it felt like their first kiss all over again. A kiss that is full of love, in which he responded back with a more firm kiss back towards her, filled with longing. He had longed for her for so many years, and the kiss proved it. After a few minutes, she pulled away to take a breath. She stared at his face as she examined his reaction. Before he could even respond, she spoke up. "I love you too, Heeseung. No need to be jealous over a man like him. We just talked about him wanting to build a small flower shop near the school where his first love was working. I even talked about you and the boys to him. He opened my eyes and made me realize that all I ever want is to be with you and our boys. I won't want to change any of that; I have longed for you. I want you back in my life, my love," she said as she placed a firm kiss on his lips.

He was too speechless to respond to anything, but he hugged her tightly in his embrace. He can't believe that the woman he always loved still loved him after so many years, and it wasn't a one-sided feeling the entire time. He started the car again and told her that they would be going to their old hangout spot. He wanted some alone time with her before they went back home. They stopped in a small park where they had always gone when they were teenagers. A night spent with her was all he needed to feel at ease. After all, his home has always been hers.

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 1 year

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Wrath

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.5k

Summary: Wanda has to put someone in their place

A/N: I would die on the spot if any of this happened to me.

Warnings: Annoying people

You sigh as you glance at your phone again to see how much time has passed. Wanda had texted you about 10 minutes ago telling you that she was going to be a little later than expected. The two of you were meeting up for drinks after you’d had a late night at the office. You were exhausted and slightly depressed and you wanted to relax with your wife, but she wasn’t here.

She’d run into the type of trouble that a normal person would. She’d gotten a flat tire and was in the middle of changing it now so she should hopefully be here soon. You sat up in your booth with a groan as you reached out for your drink again. You figured you’d finish this one and hopefully Wanda would be here by then.

Wanda groans in annoyance as she puts her spare tire in the trunk with a huff. Of all days, she had to tell Steve not to follow her around today. She knew how to change a tire, but she hated to do it. Especially in the clothes she was wearing now.

Her suit was wrinkled and she was sweating by the time she got back in the car. She was already so late to meet you at the bar, and she has to resist the urge to speed all the way there. She hates leaving you there on your own for too long because it wasn’t the safest place. She hoped that Bucky was almost there as well, and she sighs one more time before calling you to let you know she was almost there.

You drop the glass on your table again with a smile when you see that your wife is calling. You put the phone to your ear with a smile as you look around with an expected look.

“Hey Wands.”

Wanda smiles as she listens to the background noise of the bar before offering another apology.

“Hey, detka. I’m sorry that I’m late, but I’m almost there.”

You smile as you sit up and start to play with your glass as you continue to look around for your wife.

“I’m going to be drunk by the time you get here. You’ll have to carry me home.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at this because she knows that you might be on your second drink, but you probably weren’t even there yet. She knew you only drank socially or if things were bad, but this hopefully wasn’t the case tonight.

You smile when you hear Wanda laugh and you’re about to ask her if she’d like you to order her a drink when something catches your eye.

“Yeah right. Unless something happened that I should know about?”

You had already told Wanda that your day was busy, but you didn’t give her too many details. You planned to do this when she got here, but thoughts of having this difficult, possibly uncomfortable discussion were halted at the sight of someone standing in front of you.

“Hello there.”

You frown in confusion and forget to respond to Wanda’s question as you try to figure out who this is. He has two drinks but he’s not the bartender because you didn’t order anything. You realize what he wants only seconds before he speaks up, and you have to tell yourself not to sigh in annoyance.

“Hi, can I help you?"

Wanda frowns as she hears you talk to someone at the bar. She’s only a few minutes out and she can’t help but speed up to get there faster. She didn’t like it when other people flirted with you. The only one who had dared to do it recently was her brother and she’d smacked him for his efforts. She hopes that she doesn’t have to deal with this after the stress she’s endured today, but based on what she hears over the phone she’s not sure she’s in luck.

The blonde standing in front of you, leaning on your table smiles widely as he looks you up and down. You eye him with an unimpressed scowl as you lean back and shoot him an appraising look of your own.

“Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me out? I have this extra drink and don’t know what to do with it.”

You’re scowling and Wanda actually rolls her eyes as she hears this truly horrible pick-up line. You have to resist the urge to sigh in defeat as you check your watch and shake your head. You offer an insincere smile as you eye the drink suspiciously. You tap your fingers against the glass in your hand, and the clink from your ring unfortunately goes unnoticed by this newcomer.

“No thanks, I actually am waiting for someone. She should be here soon.”

It’s like talking to a brick wall, which you’ve done before, and you actually think it was more responsive than this man. He slides the drink to you regardless and you just look at it before waiting for an unsatisfying explanation.

“I think you’ll like this one though.”

You can’t help but want to mess with him because he really isn’t your type. You will admit that he’s handsome. He’s tall, built and has piercing eyes, but he’s clearly not the brightest. Or he’s too confident for his own good.

“Oh, you know what I like huh?”

You hear your wife mutter something through the phone, but you’re not listening as you wait patiently for the slightly thrown blonde to answer you. You can tell that he was determined to talk to you and you decided to humor him until you got bored of messing with him.

You’re a little surprised when he shakes his head and you would groan loudly if it weren’t for the fact that he decides to surprise you again.

“I don’t, but I’d love to find out.”

You open your mouth to say something snarky, but you’re left speechless as he moves to slide into the booth next to you. You don’t hear the sound of a car door slamming through the phone as you tilt your head and study the bold blonde who is now in your personal space.

“What makes you think I would be interested? I already told you I was waiting for someone.”

You don’t realize that someone is about to walk through the front doors because your view is blocked by the man who’s practically trapping you in the booth. He sets his drink down before reaching out for you, and you’re already moving away when he stops short.

“Well, I was thinking I could show you a good time. Surely better than that girlfriend of yours.”

You are only a breath away from smacking his hand away from your thigh when you watch him lurch back suddenly. You frown but then you watch as he flies out of the booth and lands on his ass on the dirty, hard floor. You have to resist the urge to laugh when you see him look up in shock and annoyance at your wife who’s glaring at him viciously.

“Wife, actually, and I highly doubt it.”

When the blonde realizes who you are, and who is talking to him, his eyes widen in surprise. This quickly turns to poorly concealed fear as he clumsily gets to his feet. Wanda’s still staring at him wondering why he hasn’t left as she looks to you to ensure that you’re not hurt. You’re only perturbed and she accepts this for now as she turns back to the interloper with a threatening smile.

“I’d leave now before I decide to cut off your fucking hand for touching her.”

He looks like he wants to argue that he didn’t even touch you, but he demonstrates intelligence for the first time since he’d walked over to you and lets it go. He nearly runs off as Wanda slides into the seat next to you and pushes the drinks he’d brought over away with a scowl. She reaches out for you with a questioning look, and you’re quick to grab her hand with a smile.

“Are you alright? That idiot didn’t bother you too much did he?”

You lean in to kiss the redhead before grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. You groan as you bring your wife flush against you before shaking your head as you break the kiss.

“Not too much. I’m glad you’re here now. The car, okay?”

Wanda sighs as she nods in answer. She’d told you she ran over a nail or something and it was more of an inconvenience than anything else. She leans against you as you pull her closer into a hug. You smile as she hums in exhaustion as she turns to face you with a contemplative look that makes you laugh.

“Me too. The car’s fine. Perfectly capable of carrying a dead body if the need arises.”

You roll your eyes at your wife’s ridiculousness before kissing her again with a smile.

“Let’s forget about him. You promised me a good time. I mean you’ve already thrown a man on the ground for me, so it can’t get much better, but might as well try.”

Wanda laughs at you before she leans further against you and waits for you to wrap your arms around her waist. She smiles as she squeezes your hand and looks back to the discarded drinks with a smug look.

“You know I always keep my promises, detka.”

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janicho88 · 11 months

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I Got You -Chapter 5

Pairing- Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female! Kazansky reader

Word count- 2,084

Warnings- Language, mentions of domestic violence, injuries, and abuse, abusive boyfriend, hurt reader, protective Jake. If I missed something, please let me know.

A/N- Before we get any further into this, there will be a few differences from the movie. Ice was sick, but beat it, the aviators are there for a six-week training, not three. I'm sure there are going to be Naval inaccuracies. This one has been sitting in my WIP since last fall. First Jake story, I hope I can do him justice. The first few chapters will be a little heavy, but we will move past that. Thank you to @slightly-psycho-multifan for beta'ing!

Summary- When you have finally reached a breaking point, you call the one person you trust for help. He’s never seen you as more than a friend, but he is the person you know you’re safest with. It’s been months since he has had so much as a text from you, but Jake Seresin would do anything for the Navy princess he met years ago. The pilot knows she means more to him than he ever will to her, but he will do anything for her.

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Penny is still sitting across the street, after Y/N has made her way back inside the house. ‘What is she doing here?’ Penny asks herself. It wasn’t long ago Sarah had been telling her how upset she was about not seeing her daughter in a few months. The distraught mother told Penny, her daughter barely even calls anymore.

As she goes over the conversation in her head, she swears Sarah had told her Y/N was living in LA with her boyfriend. Oh, has she heard the complaints about him from Ice and Sarah, but they couldn’t seem to get their daughter to see what they did. So, what’s she doing here now with Jake? As Penny drives away from the house, she knows what it is Jake owes her to repay her for this little trip. Answers.

Back on base the aviators are getting ready to suit up and head back to the ready room to wait. Or in Jake's case, just head to the ready room. By now, everyone is just leaving the agitated aviator to himself. By the time the last pair of planes is in the air, Jake can’t take the boredom of just sitting around anymore, especially with his lack of sleep. As the sound of dogfighting comes over the radio, he shuts his eyes. It will just be for a second. He’s awoken a short time later, by Hondo yelling his callsign. Apparently, he came to dismiss the group for the day. The others have already cleared out, and Hangman tries to gather himself.

“Sorry Hondo.”

“What’s going on with you today, Hangman?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Hopefully that nothing is taken care of tomorrow.’

“Yes, sir.”

Great Jake thinks as he makes his way to the locker room. Everyone is on his ass today. He doesn't bother changing, it’s not like he did anything today. Just grabs his bag from the locker and tries to leave.

“Yo, Hangman. You comin’ to the Hard Deck tonight?” Coyote questions before he can get out of the locker room.

“Can’t tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I’ve got things to do.”

“Is that thing the reason you were late this morning? Should we expect you to be grounded again tomorrow?” Rooster tries to push him.

“Where did you disappear to last night?” Coyote asks.

He doesn’t stop to answer his friend or rival, just hurries out of the building. First stop, the pharmacy, to drop off your prescription. Then a quick stop at the Hard Deck to pay Penny, followed by a grocery run, then back to the pharmacy.

Throwing on a smile Jake makes his way inside the bar. Amelia is at the counter working on something, and Penny is wiping out glasses behind the bar.

“We aren’t open yet,” Amelia calls out as Penny turns.

“I know, I just need to settle up with your mom for a favor.”

Penny quickly looks at her daughter, before turning back to the aviator. “Let’s go outside.”

Amelia stares at the two of them as they exit the building to the back patio. Her mom has been a little weird this afternoon.

“Thank you so much for helping me out with that, Penny. I really appreciate it.”

“Is Y/N Kazansky at your place?”

Jake stares at her for a moment, how does she know? “I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t lie to me, Jake. I saw her grab the food. There were bruises on her face too, I know it.”

Sighing he walks away from Penny and over to the edge of the railing looking out over the water. Penny comes and stands next to him.

“What’s going on? Sarah told me she was in LA.”

“It’s not my story to tell. She doesn’t want anyone to know she’s here. Please, please promise me you won’t tell anyone? That includes her parents.” He turns his head to look at the bartender next to him.

“How long has she been here?” When he doesn’t answer she continues on. “You want me to keep this secret, I need some answers.”

“I went to LA last night and picked her up.”

“That’s why you ran out of here like your tail was on fire.”

“Yeah.”

“The bruises.”

“Not my story, but I intend to keep her from getting any more.”

"Was it the asshole she was dating?"

Jake turns, surprise in his eyes as he looks at Penny. He opens and closes his mouth a few times as he tries to figure out his answer.

The bartender takes pity on him, "I've heard about him from her parents. They don't care for him."

"Yeah, I never did either. That was before I found out what I did last night."

"Did you ever tell her?"

"No. I thought she was happy, and I was just..."

He trails off, but Penny has seen the two of you together in the past to get an idea of where his comment was heading. Jake was jealous. She won't bring it up right now, understanding you are going to need some time to heal from whatever Josh did. Maybe, just maybe this time you two have together is just what you both need.

Penny reaches over, and puts her hand on Jake's arm, “I won’t tell anyone. If you or her need anything, please let me know. I’m here for both of you.”

“Thank you. What do I owe you for today?”

“Nothing.”

When he goes to argue, she stops him. “I mean it. She’s like a second daughter to me. I would do anything for her.”

“Thank you. I need to get going, still need to get to the store and back to pick up her prescriptions.”

“Keep me updated, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As he’s hurrying through the grocery store, Jake realizes he isn’t up for making dinner tonight and calls in an order at a nearby Italian restaurant while he’s in line to checkout. Once he picks up your meds, and dinner he is finally on his way back home to you.

Walking in the house, he announces himself so you know it’s him coming in. Seeing you walk around the corner in his old sweatshirt stops him in his tracks. It stirs feelings inside him he thought he had pushed down years ago.

“Hey Darlin’, I’m sorry about lunch. Captain wouldn’t let me leave today.”

“It’s okay,” your raspy voice answers him. You don’t miss how Jake’s shoulders tense when you speak.

“I have your meds, and grabbed you some cough drops, hard candy and tea for your throat. I didn’t know what would help best. How are you feeling?”

“A little sore, all over.”

“I’m sorry. We’ll get some medicine in you, and see if that helps. I picked up dinner, wasn’t really up to cooking tonight. It's been a day. I thought pasta might not be too hard to swallow if your throat was sore.”

“Sounds good.”

“Take a cough drop or something and sit down, while I get this put away. Then I’ll plate up your pasta.”

Sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, you watch Jake move around the kitchen putting everything away. He looks over at you while he’s standing in front of the open freezer. “Did you ice your wrist today?”

Slightly shaking your head, Jake sighs. He’s barely been home a half an hour and you’ve already done something to upset him, you tell yourself, way to go.

“Darlin’, you need to ice it a few times a day. We can’t let all these frozen peas from yesterday go to waste now,” he tries to tease you, but it goes over your head.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, staring down at the floor.

You can hear Jake’s footsteps as he walks over to you. “Hey, you don’t have to be sorry. I just want you to feel better, and icing your wrist and maybe even your bruised ribs will help that along.”

After you give him a slight nod, he moves back to the freezer and grabs you two bags of frozen peas to ice the top and bottom of your wrist.

“I found this at the pharmacy, but it won’t be ready to use until tomorrow.” Looking over at him, Jake is holding up a wrap around ice pack. He continues on when you don’t say anything. “I thought it might be softer than the peas or the bag of mixed fruit. Especially right now when it’s so sore.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem princess, I’d do anything to help you feel better. I just wish this never happened to you in the first place.”

“Me too,” you whisper so softly, he barely hears you.

“Okay, well let’s get you some food and pain pills.”

Moving around the kitchen Jake grabs your pills and sets them in front of you on the counter, then dishes up a plate of alfredo and sets it down in front of you.

“I’m going to grab a shower and change, I'll be right back and join you.”

Standing in the shower, he turns the shower head so it is blasting hot water on his tight shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension that's worked its way in today. Tomorrow has got to go better, he can’t take another day like today.

Jake heads back downstairs after throwing on a tshirt and sweatpants. Once he fills his plate, he sits down at the counter next to you, while you pick at your own food.

“Is it alright, or would you like something different? I picked up a few cans of soup, I can warm them up if you would rather have that.”

“No thanks, I’m just slow.”

On base Maverick has a meeting with Cyclone and Warlock after the hops finished, exiting Cyclone’s office he runs into Hondo leaving for the night.

“Night Hondo.”

“See you tomorrow Mav. Oh hey, before I go, do you know what was up with Hangman today? When I dismissed them for the day he was sleeping in the ready room.”

Maverick sighs, running a hand down his face. “No I don’t. Cyclone informed me, he told him one more screw up and he’s gone.”

The older pilot heads to his temporary office to write down some notes for the day before taking off. If he pulled a file on Hangman, well no one needs to know that right? Looking through the file the captain confirms what he saw himself yesterday, the lieutenant is very good. But if Seresin’s head isn’t in it, and he’s going to start acting out of line like today, Maverick knows he isn’t going to be able to pick him for the mission. That means he’ll have to pick Rooster, and he can’t do that, the kid isn’t ready. And he isn’t ready to lose another Bradshaw. The other problem is, can he trust Hangman to look out for anyone besides himself? Taking note of the pilot's temporary contact info in the folder Maverick takes off.

When dinner is picked up you follow Jake to the living where he flops down on one end of the couch and puts his feet up on the coffee table. Looking between the chair and the other end of the couch, you decide you would rather be closer to Jake and curl up in the other corner.

“Is there anything you would like to watch?” he questions.

A slight shake of your head is the only reply given. He turns on the news, when that half an hour is over, he flips through until he finds the Hallmark channel. Turning slightly you send him a questioning look.

“Honestly, I’m too tired to pay attention to much right now. There isn’t a game on tonight, you don’t care for the horror movies that are on. You can watch your happy ending, I can watch my eyelids. You thought he was joking until someone started knocking at the door a short time later, and you turn to find Jake sound asleep. The pounding gets louder before the person on the other side starts yelling.

“I know you’re here, I need to speak with you. Open the door!”

The noise finally stirs Jake, who takes one sleepy look at your terrified face and is instantly awake. Jumping off the couch he moves to the front door and looks through the peephole. Turning back to you, he mouths “kitchen,” and points that way. He doesn’t open the door until you move.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 6

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happyrandomdance · 1 year

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Hiding The Pain

Lucy just got home from a hard shift. She and Thorsten responded to a party disturbance an hour before the end of shift and the host of the party decided to run and Lucy chased after him during the Chase he ran to be back Alley and knock some trash into her way before she could react she tripped over it and fell luckily her hands caught her but she did hurt her ankle pretty bad because of the adrenaline she didn't feel the pancake in quite yet she caught the guy and took him back to the shop where Aaron was waiting. "You okay" He asked

"Yeah just a minor injury" She said not wanting to make a big deal of it when I got back to the station she cleaned herself up changed and left to go home. She texted Tim on her way home to see how long he was going to be. "Hey just checking to see how long it might take you tonight" She texted him

"about an hour or two hopefully" He sent back almost immediately "Okay well I'm going to be home making dinner see you when you get there" She texted "Okay" he responded shortly after she got home Tamara was in her room. "Hey how was work" she asked as she walked out of her room. Lucy dropped her bag. "It was okay how was your day" She responded "Fine" Tamara replied. Lucy started walking to her room when she winced sharply to the pain she felt suddenly. "Woah are you okay" Tamara asked as she held Lucy's arm up to balance her. "Yeah I'm fine it's nothing really I hurt myself chasing after a suspect I just need to take it easy" She said sitting in the nearby bar stool. "Does Tim know" Tamara asked as she walked over to get her some water from the fridge. "No I didn't tell him" She said "Why not?" Tamara asked, Handing her the water "Cause I am fine and he doesn't need to worry about me while he's still at work so I didn't tell him" She said "Okay do you need help going to your room" She asked

"No" Lucy replied. After 5 minutes of her telling her she is fine Tamara goes back to her room.

Lucy slowly walked to her room and picked some clothes out to take a shower she was literally standing on one foot half of her shower because her right ankle was hurting because she kept putting pressure on it. After her shower she decided to get started on dinner she was going to make some chicken pasta. She was in the middle of hopping to the refrigerator when the front door opened She immediately put her foot down a little bit too fast which resulted in her feeling a small amount of pain that she had to try to hide off of her face.

"Hey your home earlier than expected" She says to Tim " Yeah time flew by pretty fast. What is for dinner?". He asked" "Chicken pasta" She said while stirring the pasta sauce. "Yum I'm going to go take a quick shower" He said and walked into their bedroom after she heard the bathroom door closed she hopped over to the barstool and sat down "You should tell him" Tamara said. Lucy jumped a little because she came out of nowhere. "I am fine" She deadpan "no you are not I literally just witnessed you hop like a rabbit to sit down just tell him" Tamara added "I will take over on cooking dinner. Unless you want me to tell him?" She asked.

"Fine fine you can cook I will tell him just help me get to my bed please" She said defeated " Ok come on" She held onto Lucy's arm and walked her to the bed and closed the door when she walked out. Lucy was sitting on her side of the bed looking at her ankle. After a while Tim emerged from the bathroom. "Hey" He said "Hi" She said back. "Is food done already how long was I in there" He said as he sat next to her. "No Tamara took over she practically is blackmailing me" She said "Why is that" He asked curiously "Well I hurt my ankle pretty bad while chasing a suspect and she asked if I had told you I said no she was like why and then I told her because I didn't want you to worry while you was at work and she accepted that answer. Then you came home while I was literally hopping to the refrigerator and I put my foot down too fast and I hurt myself a little bit more than I attended to so I was trying to hide the pain. Then when you walked into the bathroom I hopped to the barstool to breathe and she told me to come in here and relax and to tell you or she was going to tell you" Lucy said kinda fast Tim laughs lightly "Well I am glad that she was here to worry about you" He said pulling her leg on his lap "Lucy even if I was in a coma I want to know if you are hurt okay because I care about you and I don't care if it's a paper cut or a twisted ankle I want to know" He said to her.

"Okay I promise to tell you whenever I'm hurt even if you're in a "coma" but I expect the same thing from you too" She said to him. "Deal" He said giving her a kiss she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss he was slowly leaning her back towards her pillow she reached for the bottom of his shirt to take it off. KNOCK KNOCK

They broke apart at the knock "Food is ready" Tamara said. Lucy and Tim fixed themselves up a little before they walked out "Thanks for finishing up the food" Lucy said to Tamara "No problem. Now I will make your plate". "Thanks".

All of them were on the couch and Tamara was telling them about a fight at her school. Lucy was glad to know that Tamara was there to take care of her and to make sure she was Okay.

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thebrownssociety · 1 year

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Short-Term Cover, Part 3

In hindsight Nick should have realised his Mom would notice that he was slightly injured. She'd noticed as soon as she came home the next day and saw he was struggling to get out of bed. [He always had a nap before heading to the museum.]

"What have you done to yourself?" She'd asked, in concern.

Being unable to tell her the truth, Nick told her a half-truth and said he'd slipped down the stairs a little. His mom insisted on seeing the 'damage' and once she saw the bruises forming she was on the phone to his father quicker than he thought possible. She'd sent him to his room, but Nick could still hear her voice from downstairs.

"-What I'm saying, Larry, is that I'm not happy that my baby's not even been there a week and he's already injured-!"

Nick groaned. He hadn't meant to land his dad in trouble. Just then his phone vibrated and he saw a text message from his dad that simply said. 'Rexy?'

Nick typed back. 'Rexy.'

His dad replied with: 'Leave it with me.'

Goodness knows what his dad actually said to calm his Mom down, but the upshot was that 20 minutes later his mom appeared at the door and announced she was allowing him to go.

Which was good because Nick did not want to think about how McPhee would react if he didn't show tonight. As it was he was there tapping his foot when Nick finally did turn up.

"You're late." He snapped.

Nick looked at the clock. It was five past. Pointing this out however would be certain suicide, so he just apologised instead.

McPhee's eyes narrowed. "I do not want any chaos tonight, understand? Any weird or unusual activity will be entirely your fault. Got it?"

Nick nodded.

"Good." And with that McPhee flounced off.

Nick exhaled heavily and - as soon as the door shut - called out. "Alright guys, coasts clear!"

"At last!" Teddy demounted his horse and strolled over. "You know, it's getting harder and harder to stay still until everyone's gone?"

"I can imagine. How've you been?"

Teddy shrugged. "Oh...much the same as usual. We had a kindergarten tour today. Very excitable they were." He smiled fondly.

"You get tours often?"

"At least once a month, usually. Dies down over the holidays, of course."

Nick nodded. "Is there anything you want to do tonight?"

Teddy suddenly got a faraway look in his eye, as he said. "Actually yes...I think I'll go talk to Wea. I tell you what, Nicholas, a finer women never existed"

Nick smiled as he thought of his crush. "I know the feeling."

Teddy smiled widely and clapped him on the back. "Well, I leave you. Good luck, Nicholas, my boy!" And with that he strode off.

Shaking his head fondly, Nick set off down the corridor, looking down at his list. [Now laminated] Of course it had changed a lot since his dad had started four years ago. Now the exhibits were mainly left to their own devices, with his dad just stepping in if they needed him. Hopefully all would be quiet tonight-

"Nick!" He jumped out his thoughts as he heard Jedidiah's voice. "We're awful sorry about injurin' ya."

"Yes." Nick jumped as Octavius appeared on the top of a bench. "It was not our intention."

"Oh...no problem."

"Nevertheless, we would like to make it up to you."

A sudden feeling a dread started in Nick's stomach. "Oh...really - no need. It was an accident-"

"We insist!" And with that Nick gave in. He had learned over the years that if the miniatures were determined to do something they would do it come hell or high water.

"Ok..."

"Fantastic! Follow us." Octavius leapt down from the bench and got into the car that Jedidiah had already got into.

With a 'yahoo!' Jed sped off with Nick having to run to keep up with them. Eventually they stopped in the front hall by the reception desk.

"Oh Rexy!" Jed called, stepping out the car. "Here, Rexy, Rexy!"

That dinosaur gets more dog-like every year, Nick thought, smiling as he heard the thump-thump of Rexy's feet heading towards them.

"Here Nick." He looked down to see Jed and Octavius holding the bone out towards him. "You can play wiv him fer the night."

Now, really Nick knew he shouldn't be entertaining the thought. He was here to look after the exhibits after all and therefore he shouldn't get distracted. However...he reasoned, looking at Rexy. The dinosaur was one of the exhibits and he needed entertaining, so-

Hesitating only slightly, he picked the bone up and chucked it as far as it could go. The dinosaur watched it soar past his head and - with an excited wag of the tail - thundered off after it. About ten seconds later he brought it back and dropped it in front of Nick.

With a laugh the teenager picked the bone up and threw it again. And again. And again. Pretty soon it had somehow been a solid half hour and Nick had to draw the game to a close. "I know, I know." He said, fighting back a chuckle as Rexy lay down in front of him looking devastated. "We'll try again tomorrow, ok, Buddy?"

Behind him Jed and Oct fist-bumped.

#natm fanfiction #Night At The Museum #jed and octavius #teddy roosevelt #nick daley #rexy #Rexy is basically a dog

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honeyteacakes · 1 year

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Ten Books to Know Me Better

Tagged by my beloved wife @immacaria <3

Rules: Name 10 books for people to know you better or that you really like.

This one was actually so difficult for me to do. There's so many books that I love, and I had a hard time choosing which ones to list- especially since I haven't been a frequent reader in a long time. I'm working on getting back into the habit, though, so hopefully this will inspire me to keep attacking my To-Read book pile!

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

My favorite YA series. I was obsessed with it during my senior year of high school, and I reread the books while in college. I should probably reread the whole series again. It helped me process a lot as I was striking out on my own.

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

One of my best friends in high school recommended the book to me and I LOVED it. We used to talk about it together all the time, and it's definitely a comfort book for me. She and I were So Excited when the TV series was made. I should probably text her again so we can fangirl about the upcoming second season for old times' sake.

The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy

One of my absolute favorite novels. It's got some uncomfortable old-timey bigotry, but the main plot is to DIE for. It's one of the original, if not the original, masked vigilante stories told in English.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

@immacaria and I happen to have this favorite in common. There's something so electric and compelling in Adam's grief and growth over the course of the novel, and the gay little interludes from the ship captain make me giggle. (Yes I'm absolutely convinced that the captain had an unhealthy crush on the grimy half-dead Frankenstein. He had terrible taste but I love him as a narrator anyways.)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

This one is also a semi-regular reread. I think it might be because (1) I love spooky stories (2) I love women. It's novella length, so it's not too difficult to get through if you have free time and are looking for a fun gothic story. Yes, I understand the author was likely using the Fear of Female Homosexuality in the story, however as a Queer I choose to instead read it as a fucked up little crush that my favorite murder princess has on our darling Laura. I think more women need obsessive vampire girlfriends.

After Virtue by Alasdair MacIntyre

Time to shamefully remind everyone that I read a lot of philosophy shit in college. It's terrible writing stylistically. It makes you want to tear your hair out. Unfortunately, the book's main argument fucks like a champion. It's essentially a history of western moral philosophy, and an exploration about how the chronology of western philosophy affects the language we use to describe morality, and how the language we've developed creates problems for contemporary moral discourse. Again, it's written like the author wants you to throw yourself into traffic, but the book literally changed how I understand my own morality. If anyone wants to talk about this book without having to inflict its Horrors on themself, I'm your gal.

Broken Harbor by Tana French

One of the best, if not *the* best, murder mystery novels that I've ever read. I don't want to give the plot away, but I'd recommend this book to anyone who likes the murder/mystery/suspense genres.

The Sentence by Louise Erdrich

This book is absolutely incredible. It's a ghost story, and a story about self growth, and about running a book shop, and defining yourself, and about the violent colonization of the United States told by a cool and charismatic narrator working at an indie book shop and trying to navigate the Covid pandemic and BLM movement. It's timely; it's fresh; and the plot absolutely FUCKS. I wanted to reread this book immediately after I was done with it.

Style: Lessons in Clarity and Grace by Joseph M. Williams

This isn't a book I'm listing for itself so much as I'm listing it out of nostalgia. This is a book that my favorite English teacher used to instruct our classes. He was an excellent teacher and an all around cool guy. I feel like being in his class taught me a lot, not just about English but about what I wanted to do and who I wanted to try to be. I don't think I would have studied English in college if he hadn't taught me and mentored me in high school.

Instead of a tenth book, which I've been agonizing over choosing, I'm going to request book recommendations. It was difficult for me to think of books that I've felt strongly about because I used up all my energy reading course books for uni, so making this list helped me realize just how disconnected I've felt from so much of the stuff I've studied for the past few years. I'd love recommendations of any kind from anyone, just so I can add more fun/interesting/etc. titles to my to-read list to motivate myself to get back into reading as a hobby.

Tagging: @chaosheadspace ; @quillingwords ; @academicblorbo ; @moorishflower ; @mathomhouse-e ; @gabessquishytum ; @issylra

#quilling i have a friend crush on u just fyi #also moorishflower ik we don't speak you just seem like someone who reads really good books so I have Tagged You #gabe u write a lot and ik we don't speak but your writing makes me curious abt ur reading #vicky you seem like u know Many Things so you have been tagged as well. tell me of ur Books #mathomhouse ily and we don't talk directly much but i'm curious abt ur reading also #chaosheadspace u just give me vibes and so i also am curious what u read #issylra we also don't talk much but i love everything u write and also ur vibes so i just tag u in games all the time lol #honey speaks #tag games

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lollypopsx · 3 years

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could you do one where hang harry and y/n have a miscarriage? never seen gang harry so sad

Drabble Request

Drabbles Masterlist

Warning: Mentions of guns, swearing, miscarriage

A/N: This can be a tough read, so please only read if you are comfortable. Everyone deals with this so differently, so please respect that. My heart is with anyone who has dealt with this. They will always be with us. Please know my inbox is always open to anyone who may need it. It’s so important to talk about it if you can, and if you can’t, please know you are strong and you are appreciated either way!❤️

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The excitement rushing through you and Harry was unimaginable.

The man who only ever used to feel excitement when he was putting a bullet through someone's skull, was now driving in his black SUV with the love of his life, heading to the twelve week scan of your first child.

"I can't believe you're twelve weeks already..." Harry flashes a smile as his left hand rested on your thigh, his fingers hooking through yours and his right hand on the wheel, elbow casually resting on the window.

"Hmm anyone would think Harry Styles was excited for once" You tease softly, running your thumb over his knuckles.

It felt like everything was going so quickly, before you knew it, Harry pulled into the parking spot closest to the set of Hospital doors.

You signed in at reception and was patiently waiting in the seat with Harry. "Harry Styles. How many times have I told you to stop bringing your gun into the hospital?!" You whisper shout, scolding him when you feel a raise in the waistband of his jeans.

"Angel, I told you, I'm going no where with out it because now I have double the reason to keep you safe" He tuts, muttering with a sigh as he texts Niall about the details for today’s shipment and that he will meet him and the boys there when he was done.

"Miss Y/N Y/L/N?" A young smiley nurse calls. Harry frowns, standing up quickly and resting a hand on your lower back protectively.

"I specifically said we want the doctor in charge. I knew I should of taken you to the the private hospital" Harry growls angrily. He demanded over and over that you would be under private healthcare, but you refused, not seeing the point.

"Harry! Don't be so rude!" You mutter, slapping his wrist gently. "I'm so sorry about him" You apologise profusely.

"Harry. Let her do her job" You shake your head, chucking softly as you go into the wrong.

"Well everything sounds fine, sounds like the sickness is coming to an end hopefully. Let's get you on the bed, if you can just lift your shirt slightly. Let's have a look at this baby then shall we?" The young doctor smiles.

She was very shy and nervous at first with Harry's death glare baring into her soul. But as soon as the two of you began talking about the baby and the pregnancy, Harry's demeanor changed.

He was asking more questions than you and for once he was happily listening to someone who wasn't you.

You climb up onto the bed as Harry sat on the chair beside you, his heart rate had picked up, and you squeezed his hand tightly in excitement.

She switched on her monitor, but it was facing away from the two of you. Your top was lifted slightly as she applied the cold jelly to your belly, making you giggle softly.

You could feel the scanner press along your skin, moving slowly side to side. The doctor was silent. Uncomfortably silent. She scanned around a few more times, the cheery glint in her eyes from earlier had soon changed and her rosy cheeks fell pale.

Please don't say it. Please, please don't say it.

"I'm so sorry Miss Y/L/N..." She frowned softly

That was the last thing you remember hearing, everything else felt so silent after that. Her lips were moving but you couldn't hear a word she said.

You felt Harry tense instantly beside you "N-no...no no there has to be some kind of fucking mistake" His voice was raised, but he wasn't shouting. You didn't realise you were holding your breath, or letting tears fall down your cheeks until Harry's warm thumbs swiped them away quickly.

The doctor had left the room to give you two some space before speaking to you both about the options you had.

"I-I'm sorry Harry" Your mouth chokes out a sob, you felt crushed. A part of you was taken away so soon. You hadn't managed to even look Harry in the eyes yet.

"Angel...Hey...Baby please look at me...please Angel" He whispers, begging. His hands stroking your cheek slowly. "None. And I mean...none of this is your fault" He pulled your face up so your gaze met his.

His eyes were red and few small tears were slipping down. Harry had never cried in front of you, and that riddled you with guilt. His arms instantly pulled you tight to him, his hand held your head against his shoulder as you cried into him. You could hear his gentle sniffles into your neck as he mumbled words of comfort that you couldn't even hear.

“I-I want to go home...” You sob into his chest.

“I know, I-I know” He mutters into your neck, swaying you slowly and just holding you tightly.

Harry had spoken to the doctor, explaining that we would speak to someone tomorrow to discuss the next steps, but right now he needed the take you home. The doctor agreed, and apologised once again before Harry took your hand, wiping off the cold gel that was numbing your stomach and pulling you shirt down softly.

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Everything went by so slow compared to the journey there. It felt like hours. Hours of the radio buzzing quietly. Hours of Harry squeezing a tight grip on your hand. Hours of endless thoughts. Hours of wanting to just cry. Hours of numbness. But in reality, it was a few minutes between leaving the hospital and pulling in to the security gates of your house.

Harry led you in and straight into the living room upstairs.

“Make sure not one fucking person enters this room unless I ask them to” Harry barked at the security in the hallway. His eyes were still red and all he wanted was to hold you. He felt so helpless, knowing nothing he could do or say would change the news you both received in the last hour.

He wanted to be angry. His whole life, he could never show sadness, so he masked it with anger. Then as he became a teenager, he realised that he was sad all the time, which meant he was angry all the time.

He wanted to scream, to hurt someone, to shout and to beat them to a pulp, but then he remembered the only one who really mattered. The one who mattered to him. The only one who had ever mattered.

You hadn’t said a word this whole time, since in the doctors office. Harry knelt in front of you, slipping off your shoes and jacket slowly before crawling onto the sofa beside you.

“Please don’t blame yourself my angel...” He whispers, sitting at your side and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Your back slumped into his chest and your head lay silently on his shoulder.

“I-I can’t help it” You whisper. This was something neither of you had ever experienced before. The tears were still slipping down your cheeks, feeling a tight, nauseous pull in your stomach.

“I-I just...I feel like the last few weeks, the rest of our lives were planned Harry...” You mutter, sniffling in a choked breath. “We’ve spent the last four months talking about everything...and i-it’s...it’s...it’s all gone so quickly Haz” It was one of the most emotionally painful cries that had ever escaped your throat.

“I-I’ve got you...”Harry whispers, holding you close to his body. He wanted to protect you over every sad emotion, every violent memory and very pained moment of your life.

“What if I did something wrong...” You whined.

“Baby I told you, you did nothing wrong” He frowned, brushing the hair out of your face, quickly wiping his own tears.

Silence hung in the air once again, the only sound was the two of you with rugged breaths from the tears.

“There’s so many what if’s isn’t there...” You whisper. “We always imagined they’d have your hair...your eyes...your dimples...go to college...be strong...What if they had my hair...or my eyes...carried on our lifestyle...or became president...”

“There’s so many what ifs.” He agreed quietly. “Let me get you some water...You’ll get dehydrated” He whispered. “I need to make a couple of phone calls quickly too. I won’t be a minute” He brushed your cheeks sweetly before pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

“I love you so much...we will get through it. Our time will come” He mumbles against your lips, his eyes gleaming with tears as he kisses your head and heads through the kitchen, out onto the balcony, over looking the sunset and pulling the cigarette between his lips, flicking his lighter and inhaling deeply and slowly.

He was preparing himself to phone his mum with the news and to phone Niall to tell him to sort the shipment himself and that the two of you needed time to yourselves for a while.

But instead he watched at the sky, the pink and yellow glow surrounding the city, getting ready for the stars to begin to appear.

He tilted his head up, his eyes still gazing at the sky. “You’ll always be my favourite what if...” He whispers.

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Once Again [3]

Paring: Suna Rintarou x you (f-reader) Warnings: S M U T (explicit stuff 18+) and angst (mentions of death) Summary: Your biological clock is ticking and Rintarou offers to help you.

S E C O N D PART

“So,” your doctor pauses, looking at you with careful eyes. “You no longer want to go through with artificial insemination anymore?”

“No,” you answered with as much confident as you could find.

She looks at your chart and then back up at you again, “and you want to stop taking your birth control pills?”

“Yes.”

Dr. Lee looks taken back at your answer, she has been your doctor since you were 13 years old and is the one who has been ordering birth control prescriptions for you all these years. You can only imagine how stunned she might of have been to have you calling and asking to schedule for an emergency appointment.

For several appointments prior, she had told you repeatedly to truly think about artificial insemination. She gave you all the pros and cons to it and at last, you gave her the final answer. You wanted to go through with it and nothing else was going to change your mind.

And now, you don’t want to proceed forward with it anymore.

She was able to fit you in a week later, at the earliest. “Are you okay? You can talk to me, you know?”

“I want to find a partner; I want to do this the natural way. That’s the best way I can explain it.”

Almost as if, she has been waiting for you to come to your senses, she smiles, “then I am happy for you.” She clasps her hands together, “then once you’re done with this pack of pills, you should be good to try and conceive.”

Your palms were sweaty as you muck up the courage to say the next words, “and… I missed three days’ worth of pills and had unprotected sex… it’s been a week now.”

When you saw your missed pills, you called the nurse-line immediately and they instructed you to purchase a Plan-B as soon as possible.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to run to the convenient store.

Her eyes widen and you groan, “I know, I was careless…”

She wheels her stool closer to you and touches your shoulder, “is this man someone who you trust? Someone who you want to have a baby with?”

Without hesitation, “yes.”

Yes, you trusted Rintarou.

In the next twenty minutes, you took a quick pregnancy test and waited for the results.

“It’s negative, but it’s also too early to tell too.” She scribbles some notes down on a paper, “I’m going to write down the next dates you should test, and you call me if you have any questions.”

You exit the patient room with a deep exhale and pull out your phone. You see 4 text messages from Rin.

[Rintarooou] Morning

[Rintarooou] Let me know how your doctor’s appointment goes

[Rintarooou] Fuck.

[Rintarooou] I miss you so much.

Your lips curve and you can’t contain your flutter of happiness.

Since Saturday, neither of you could keep your hands off each other. He spent the entire weekend with you and left back to his place Sunday night, not before fucking you senseless.

He returned Monday evening and was so impatient he took you right there at the door, you prayed your only neighbor across the hall did not hear you or the noise coming from behind the door.

When you told him that you missed three days’ worth of your pill, he was the least worried out between you two.

You watched him drop the packet of pills into the garbage, “we don’t need that stuff anymore.”

He made it almost impossible (you didn’t try very hard) to resist him. Every time he touched you, you melted and gave in.

[You] Morning to you too, I just got out of the appointment. Will I see you later?

. . .

It was almost 6pm when you made it back to your place after a long day of meetings at work.

And, you haven’t heard from Rin since this morning.

You couldn’t help but admit the disappointment, but immediately brushed it off. There was no commitment between you two, just sex.

And hopefully, a baby.

You spent the rest of your evening looking at new properties. Your condo was not fitting for a baby or toddler and thought you should start searching now if you were in the process of already trying to conceive. You needed a place with at least three bedrooms so you could use one of them as your office to work from home if needed.

Your current area was not kid friendly. It was too busy and would be too much for a baby. Your search began moving on the outskirt of Nagano.

With a few clicks into it, your phone rings.

Rin’s name flash you screen.

You tap on the green button and quickly tap the speaker, “hello?” you continue searching.

“Let me up?”

Silent sat for a second before you answer, “okay.”

You hung up and pressed the application to allow entrance at the front door. Quickly you saved your search and shut your computer down.

When you walked out of your office, you hear the keypad.

“Y/n?”

“Coming,” you answered.

You round the corner and paused, seeing him before you. “Long day?”

Rin always looks tired, but tonight, he looked exhausted. He smiles, “you could say.”

He sets his bag down by his foot and opens his arms out widely, “hug?”

Your face scrunch in distaste, he looks like he was still in his training clothes. “You should go shower first.”

His arms drop to his side and his head drops, chin to his chest. “I’ve waited all day to see you…”

“Fine,” you hiss, beckoning but he stays rooted in his spot. “What a baby,” you teased, walking towards him. Before you could wrap your arms around him, he already pulled you into his arms. His face smothers yours with kisses. “Rin!”

His lips smack your cheeks before pulling away, “shower with me?”

. . .

You ended up taking a bath with him.

“How was your doctor’s appointment?”

You held his hand still, his heavy and big hands kept trying to massage your tits and it was too distracting.

You didn’t know where to start. “I took a pregnancy test in the doctor’s office today, came back negative but Dr. Lee said it could be too early to tell.”

Lips are pressed against the back of your neck, “well, then that means we need to keep trying still?”

You scoff at his remark but moaned when his hands broke free from your grip and squeezed your tits. They were sensitive, maybe because you were due for your period soon.

“Turn around.”

You do as you’re told, Rin hooks your legs over his and pulls you until you are sitting on his lap. He reaches between you two and grasp his cock under the water and strokes a few times before shifting you and aligning it to your entrance and pulls you down. In this position, you felt him thoroughly as you settle onto his cock. It fills you to the brim.

Your arms are already locked around his neck, legs around his waist and you let out a shaky breath. Your hips begin rolling to a sync rhythm with his hands guiding you.

“Stop biting your lip.”

You had not realized you were and released your lip.

“I wanna hear you.”

You shake your head, biting down on your lip again- holding in your moan as his thrusts gets deeper and harder. The water in the tub swishes around and splatters outside.

“I normally don’t like girls being loud… but I want to hear you.”

Your hips froze for a second hearing him talk about other girls before you resume your movement. You shift onto your knees and arms steadying yourself on his shoulders before bouncing on his cock.

Waves of water spill out of your tub and you couldn’t care, you wanted to make him cum and cum because of you.

His lips latch onto a nipple and his latch and nip made you moan.

Without releasing your poor nipple, he glances up and you can see the glint in his green-yellow eyes. He dares show his teeth holding your nipple hostage as he smirks.

You settle yourself fully on his cock and squeeze all around him and he releases your nipple, forehead dropping against your chest as he groans.

You feel spurs of hot cum hit your walls repeatedly. His hips jerk with each spasm.

. . .

The king size bed that was once all yours, is now shared with Rin the last couple of weeks. You still struggle getting used to the idea of someone else sharing your bed, let alone, cuddle you.

There are times in the middle of the night, where you needed your space from him and would roll over and before you could fall asleep again, strong arms would have already locked around you again.

It became normal to wake up sleeping at the edge of the bed because Rin would roll over until a piece of him was touching you.

It was either his kisses or snuggles that woke you up.

Or his cock.

Something very familiar pressed and poked and slid home.

You were still sleeping on your front side, your breath hitched against the pillow and pressed against his chest, but his weight held you down and in place.

“Morning,” his voice rasped huskily. You’ll never tell him how much his morning voice turns you on. “I needed you this morning.”

You hummed, “morning.”

Morning sex with Rin was always slow and sensual. His hips rolled softly yet deeply in its own tempo. His fingers laced with yours and locked, pressing them into your pillow.

“Rin,” you breathed, “Rin, I’m close…”

His teeth nipped your shoulder, “me too, going to give it all to you. Gonna keep giving it to you until you have my baby.”

He has no idea what it does to you every time he says hisbaby.

Your orgasm shakes you inside out as he cums hard and lots.

He presses kisses on your shoulder, “I have to go away to Tokyo for a week at most for a tournament, I hope to hear good news maybe by then?”

Sleep was taking over you and you were barely able to utter, “I hope so.”

. . .

There was an unexplainable fear you had every time you took a pregnancy test.

It was dreadful and you wished it would just show you the two lines already.

Does it sound crazy how bad you wanted a baby?

Or was it that you wanted his baby?

Two days ago, you had a negative test.

Your watch beeped indicating time was up. Your hand shook before you could turn the doorknob to your bathroom.

As soon as you opened the door, you felt the disappointment already.

To prove it, the test was negative again.

. . .

You missed Rin.

Terribly.

Stupidly.

You shouldn’t be missing him like this.

But your bed was so cold.

And you felt so lonely.

Unable to sleep, you let out a frustrated cry before turning on your night lamp and picked up your phone.

You were about to browse the internet if it was safe to take Melatonin while trying to conceive when an article on the homepage caught your eyes.

Suna Rintarou and ex-girlfriend Chosu Kazue reunited again?

You shouldn’t read it.

But you did.

… Suna has been spotted with ex-girlfriend Chosu…

… leaving the venue together…

The photo at attached to the article at the end is what breaks your heart…

Rin kissing Kazue.

. . .

It is amazing what can be done when you are livid.

You purchased a property outside of Nagato the next day and took the next couple of days off to pack up. All your furniture were moved that day and Jacey came to help you.

“Alright.” She closes the box with aggression. “Spill it, what happened?”

“Nothing,” you answered quietly.

Jacey knew nothing of between you and Rin, and you were going to keep it that way.

“Bullshit, you tell me right now.” She waited, hands on her hips and breathing hard. “You’re up and moving out of the blue? What’s going on?”

“I need to move and find a better place if I am trying to conceive, that’s all.”

“This fast?”

“This fast.”

“What else?”

You sigh, “Rin got back with his ex-girlfriend.”

You tapped the last box of your clothes. You look over to see the only pile left, and they were all Rin’s who left them the last couple of weeks. You’ll send those to his apartment one of these days.

You feel Jacey’s arms enclosed around you, “I’m so sorry.”

You sigh, “don’t be, I had a feeling it wasn’t going to work out anyways. Maybe it’s a good thing I’m not pregnant.”

“What?!”

Fuck.

She rushes around to face you, “you slept with him?”

You rub your forehead, ignoring her eyes, “I guess?”

Jacey pulls you into a hug, “argh, that bastard.”

. . .

It has been four days, you have not text him nor has he texted you.

You poured your entire heart and mind into packing your items and moving out soon. You didn’t want to be in a home filled with his scent and memories even if it was only a few weeks that you two were acquainted with one another.

You took one last look at the place you called home for the past six years and closed the door behind yourself.

The last moving truck should be at your new place right now.

You started your car and was about to shift gears into drive when the manilla envelop in your bag caught your eyes. It was the legal documents Jacey had given to you yesterday.

During it all, you had Jacey produce a contract on your behalf, that if you are pregnant, Suna Rintarou will give up all legal rights to you. He will not have a part in their life.

You signed it, now you need to have him sign it too.

Only, if you are pregnant.

You buckled up and shift into gear when your phone rang.

An unknown number flashed your dashboard and you hesitated on answering it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Ms. Y/L?”

You frowned, “yes?”

“You have been listed as an emergency contact for Mrs. Yoshikawa Jacey,” the voice pauses, “I’m sorry, Ms. Y/L, Mr. and Mrs. Yoshikawa have been in a fatal car accident this afternoon. We need you to come in and identify the bodies.”

. . .

Your head knocks against the cement wall of the largest hospital in Nagano.

Your body is numb.

Your heart is numb.

You wiped the small tear in your eye. You have been shedding tears the last couple of days for someone that was not worth it that you felt horrible you were unable to shed more tears for your best friend and her husband’s death.

Their daughter, Kiera is still at daycare, they were on their way to pick her up when a vehicle ran a red light, crashing into Jacey’s car head on.

The papers in your hand tells you-

Yoshikawa Jacey – DECEASED Yoshikawa Junto – DECEASED

“Y/n?”

Your head rolls lifelessly towards the voice that just called your name.

And if life couldn’t be anymore punishing, you almost believed the man before you were Rintarou.

But it was Saito Renkoshi, Junto’s best friend, best man, and Kiera’s Godfather.

He kneels in front of you breathless from running down the halls in the hospital, “I’m sorry I’m late.”

You needed to wait for him to go identify the bodies.

He stands and holds out a hand for you, “come, let’s go see them.”

. . .

You allowed yourself to be held by Renkoshi for God knows how long.

You just about broke down the moment you confirmed the matching tattoo you and Jacey got done on your inner left ankle during your senior year in college.

At last, you gently pulled away, wiped your tears and exhaled. “I’ll go pick up Kiera and we can meet tomorrow to go over funeral paperwork.”

“Why don’t we go pick her up together?”

The drive to Kiera’s daycare was a long distance from the hospital. You’ve been there many times to pick up Kiera for Jacey. As soon as you saw Mrs. Gato, the daycare owner, she burst out crying.

“Poor ‘Era, she must have had known, she kept crying that last hour. I was just about to call Jacey when I got the call from Ren.”

Renkoshi had beaten you to notify Kiera’s daycare helper and you gave him a small thank you smile.

Mrs. Gato led you to Kiera’s playpen where she is sleeping.

A lone tear slipped down your face and you turned away to avoid disturbing the baby, but you ran into a firm chest.

Renkoshi wraps his arms around you again, “it’s okay, we’ll be okay.”

. . .

It was just after midnight when you finally settled into bed. Your phone had died due to the low battery- you didn’t care to charge it lately.

As soon as there was enough juice to power the phone, you saw all the missed calls and text messages.

You only caught sight of the last few messages from Rin.

Where are you?

Why aren’t you answering your phone?

You’re making me worry, pick up your phone?

I just got off the phone with your mom. I’m sorry to hear about Jacey.

Can I see come see you?

Your mom said you moved? How come you didn’t tell me?

He must of have been on, seeing that at the very bottom of all his messages marked Read x:xx.

The phone in your hand vibrated immediately with a call.

You look at the baby beside you and slowly got up and left the room.

“Rin?” You answered tiredly.

“Thank fucken God,” he sighs in relief, “where are you?”

“Home.”

“I’m here, please let me in. I need to see you.” You hear a thud on his end. “I miss you. Let me be there for you.”

It was a moment pause before you asked, “what about Kazue?”

Silent was heavy.

“Let me explain-“

“It’s fine Rin, you don’t need to explain anything.” You exhale, “I’m not pregnant anyways and we don’t have to see each other anymore. I want to be left alone now.”

“Wait, just let me explain.”

“I feel cheated. I know you weren’t mine, Rin, but you gave me empty promises and I trusted you.”

“Let’s talk in person,” his voice didn’t equal his demand.

“No,” you said firmly, “I don’t want to see you for a while.”

. . . . .

> > > @yoitsseulgi @call-me-lulu @stffychn @diluxc @allycalo-blog @sassy-cat-in-town @rintamours

E/N: I apologize it took me longer on this chapter - I got suckered into the Korean drama MoonLover: Scarlet Heart Ryeo and moped and then got my shit together. If you've watched this drama, tell me what was the saddest part... or parts for you?

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintarou smut #suna scenarios #suna x you #suna smut #hq suna #suna angst #suna rintarou

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— jjk x (f) reader

summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere. warnings; sexting, dick pics, dirty talk?, phone sex, vivid depictions of jungkook being just so sexy bc its true, rating; mature (18+) misc; mentions of youtuber kook 🥰, he’s just horny, stupid selfie trends (see here), he’s a little whiny but so hot v.v wc; 4.6k

notes; I've had this in my drafts since april 😐 n then i was like maybe we should actually finish this so i started n then last night i hit another follower milestone!!! so then i rlly forced myself to finish this bc i was so 🥺🖤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 anyway enjoy lmk what u think its not proofread bc uhhhhh yeah 🤩

You’re at work when it happens.

It’s sometime between your usual listless thoughts of what to write for your weekly reflection papers for some course, and your trip to your store’s pharmacy to bother a coworker. Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your work apron. You’re normally pretty good at ignoring the sound, most of the times it’s just a classmate asking for help on homework or Jimin lamenting his love life, so you’ve grown used to ignoring the tiny vibrations, stocking a quarter shelf of different cooking oils before something in your brain tells you to check your phone.

You already know it’s not something grave, but that thought alone means nothing at the sight of the tiny jungkook♡ that appears at the very top of the list of notifications. Your boyfriend’s texts tended to be wildcards, never following a certain routine or alluding to any specifics. He could send you a long paragraph on how much he misses the scent of that one shampoo, the one you’d briefly run through last year because your usual brand was out of stock, with a ten point explanation on why you should switch back to it. Or two word, caveman sentences that drove you crazy because you never understood what exactly he wanted when he’d send those nondescript “munchies dip” texts.

You unlock your phone, clicking to the messenger app instead of directly on the notification. Hopefully the preview will give some warning on whether you should invest in this conversation or not. You hated the read receipts on messages, choosing to ghost conversations as you pleased, but Jungkook had wiggled his way into your phone one afternoon and specifically turned them on for his chat with you, and you’d never turned them off since. So he knows if you choose to ignore Attachment: 1 Image at 1:43pm exactly, and he'll pester you about it until you respond.

You contemplate it all for twenty seconds. It could be a variety of things, you guess, but the only way to find out is to actually see with your own eyes what he’s up to this time. He knows better than to distract you at work, is usually really good at waiting until your shift is over to spam you with messages. For him to send you something now, only a few hours into your shift, is uncharacteristic of him.

But you glance down the aisle anyway, taking note of some elderly woman you’d helped a few minutes prior and another teenager aimlessly walking around, probably looking for the snack aisle. You inhale and press down on your chat with Jungkook.

It takes you a moment to make out exactly what the image is, twisting and turning your phone around as you fight to see it without raising the brightness. It’s only when your eyes finally adjust to the dark screen, the faint beeping of the check-out registers fading into the distance, that you realize it’s a shot of the front of his sweatpants.

“Hm?” you murmur, getting brave enough to pinch the image between two fingers, zooming in until you’re able to decipher a multitude of details. For one, there’s a Flaming Hot Cheeto stain on the hem of his sweatpants, the same one you’d accidentally put on there a few weeks back and haven’t been able to wash out since. Then there’s that huge palm of his, tattoos and all, rested carefully against his thigh. It’s veiny and thick in all the right places, bringing all the attention to his knuckles, which you guess is what he was going for when you consider the centerpiece of the image—his hardened dick straining against the grey material.

There’s no text attached to the message, no snapchat font slapped over the image, so you wonder what exactly he wanted you to do with this information mid-shift. Well, realistically, you know exactly what he wants, but that doesn’t mean you won’t clown him before getting there. After all, Jungkook was seldom the naughty texter; sexting annoyed him, he would whine, because he would do all that and not even get to feel the true pleasure of sex, of being inside you. You’ve dabbled in it here and there, but it never went as perfectly as it did in pornos. He’d drop his phone and forget it, or you would straight up ignore the damn device as you went all in on yourself.

But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.

you what’s this about?

You decide to play it safe, because as exciting as the image of Jungkook at his computer chair, cock hard and angry at the thought of you, fluffy hair ruffled in that way you adored, jaw twitching and tightening as he touched himself, moaned deep and rough and just how you liked and—

As nice as that image was, for all you knew this vague message was Jungkook sending you a picture from a week ago to purposefully fuck with you at work.

jungkook♡ what time u get off? jungkook♡ miss you bad baby

Your stomach flips, and it takes everything in you to not squeal and bounce between the shelves like a toddler on a sugar rush. Here was your boyfriend, the cutest, sweetest boy, sending you dirty pictures of himself and telling you how much he needed you. Yes, YOU, not some random on the street, or someone else in a club, Jungkook needed pleasure and that pleasure could only come from you.

You glance back down the aisle again, checking your surroundings for the second time that day. You’ve been standing here, stock cart empty for a little over five minutes now, so it’s probably best to change location lest your manager come barking down your neck. You send one quick text before heading off for stock again.

you 4pm :(

Your phone dings again just as you’re leaving the stockroom, but you decide to check it once you get to the hygiene aisle you need to work on next. Still, the prospect of Jungkook having texted you has you walking with a skip in your step, one your coworker teases you about when you pass by her.

jungkook♡ fuck jungkook♡ tell me what panties youre wearing jungkook♡ please ?

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling at the tone you’d picked up from his message. There was no doubt he’d been riled up for a while now, and you wonder if he sat through his usual Saturday morning streams with his cock hard, pushed against the edge of his desk like you knew he did when such things happened. The thought has you nearly fumbling with a bottle of aloe vera.

you seamless black thong you the one you bought me at the last vs sale

Briefly, you wonder if you should have lied and told him you were wearing that red lace set he’d given you last Valentine’s Day, the one he’d bought with his first big YouTube check. But the beauty of being in a relationship with someone like Jungkook is that you could have told him you were wearing grandma undies and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person to grace the planet.

jungkook♡ mm jungkook♡ tiny ones u ruined last time?

You set your phone down, speed stock a row of sunscreen like you’re on some shelf stocking national competition, before daring to text Jungkook again. Your cheeks are still warm, and your hand tightens dangerously around a bottle of shaving cream.

Before you can formulate some response, he’s sending another one in.

jungkook♡ u soaked those jungkook♡ came fast that day jungkook♡ want u so bad

Your cheeks burn, a little embarrassed that he remembers such details. As with all Victoria’s Secret panties, they were, like Jungkook said, extremely thin. You pause, shift your stance just barely, but you’re definitely wet. Not terribly so, but with this fabric, you’d start to notice it sooner than with others.

you mm you makin me wet bunny

It’s not a complete lie, but knowing Jungkook this is exactly what he needs to hear to get that competitive streak going. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, stocking another section of men’s shaving cream. It takes longer for him to message you back, and you wonder if he got off fine on his own. If it’s over now, at least he provided you with some distraction midway into your shift.

When he texts you again, you’ve almost completely convinced yourself he’s finished, so the Attachment: 1 Video that appears on your lock screen throws you for a loop.

It’s a short clip, no longer than ten seconds, but it has you scrambling to lower the volume on your device as some unsuspecting mother of two wanders past. You flash her your practiced smile, the same one you give all the store’s customers. Not like your boyfriend is jacking it off on your phone, shallow pants filtering out from the speakers.

You turn your phone over carefully after she leaves, try to at least pretend you’re still doing your job as you play the video again.

Sweats are gone, but boxers remain. Legs deliciously exposed, thick thighs with muscles that ripple when he moves. Shirt pulled up just slightly to showcase that broad expanse of tummy, cute belly button and defined abs that tighten with each glide of his palm over the outline of his cock. Your mouth fills with drool at the sight. He was so hot.

Your brain hasn’t even processed it yet, all your energy directed towards your clenched pussy, when he shoots another text.

jungkook♡ im so fckin hard jungkook♡ wanna kiss yuo every where baby jungkook♡ come ove r soon ??

Shutting your eyes and counting to ten doesn’t help ward off the sudden wave of horniness that consumes you, but it does remind you of the job you’re supposed to be doing now. You shake your head, as if the image of Jungkook’s dick throbbing beneath his boxers, low voice in your ear, will magically disappear. It doesn’t, and it plagues you even more when you begin stocking a section of sunscreen, numbly instructing yourself on what to do next. Shaving cream, sunscreen, lotion next, you repeat.

It doesn’t help.

Two minutes later and you’re scrambling for the phone you’d hastily tucked into your apron pocket, tapping your passcode in until your messages with Jungkook are pulled up again.

you after work you promise

Your head is absolutely spinning, the coil in your stomach too tight for you to try and be a functioning member of society. Something in you says to sneak off to the bathroom and call him, but your boss is a little bit of a prick when he wants to be, thinks you take too many bathroom breaks as is.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A curt call of your name has you whirling to face your shelves again, phone tightly pressed against your ribs like maybe it’ll melt into your skin and he won’t see it. At the same time, your sudden fright has you scrambling to turn it off, fingers sloppily pressing against the buttons, hitting the volume like seven times before you eventually feel the familiar click that signals it’s off.

Your boss disappears shortly after, and with his sudden appearance having made every hair on your body stand, you find yourself now slumping against your stock cart. Jesus, that man was a handful to deal with.

The paranoia sticks for a little bit, has you stocking shelf after shelf like a robot until you finish the entire row of hygiene products, back stiff from bending over so much. It’s only when you return to the stockroom ten minutes later that you dare take your phone out again.

A pleasant surprise awaits.

It would appear that during your haste to hide your phone from your boss— Jungkook’s scandalous messages and all —your frantic hands had done something else. A fuzzy picture on your end, a blurry display of lotion bottles you had stacked just before your boss’s impromptu appearance, with no words to accompany them. Normally Jungkook would have ignored that; you frequently sent accidental messages like this, butt texted him, he says.

But there’s something about Jungkook’s horny brain that makes him do stupid things, makes him blow up your phone with a series of question marks, call you four times, whine and fuss in your message thread, and eventually, send you probably the oddest image to date.

jungkook♡ ??? jungkook♡ ????what is that jungkook♡ baby please jungkook♡ I don’t get it ??

jungkook♡ Missed Call (4)

jungkook♡ baby jungkook♡ what does it mean jungkook♡ please ur drivign me insane jungkook♡ jsut wanna hear yuor voice jungkook♡ fuck please just

And then, there’s another one of those cursed Attachment: 1 Image messages.

You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are. You’ve been dating Jungkook for a few months now, know he had that sort of unique personality most college dropouts turned YouTubers do. But every now and then the absurdity of his actions makes you question him still, makes you wonder what exactly goes on in that pretty head of his to warrant such ideas, makes him balance a bottle of body lotion on the thick outline of his cock like this.

Unlike the first few images, this one was taken in front of a mirror. The blinding fluorescent light in his bathroom paints him in a stark color, has every inch of his pretty face on display for you. Rosy cheeks, dewy skin. Perfectly swollen cock straining beneath his grey boxers, curved up against his hip. Shirt pulled up, finally freeing that expanse of muscles on his abdomen, cute little belly button on display once again. The red material is pulled up to his mouth, pearly white teeth biting down on the fabric, and he’s got this flushed expression on his face.

But the real star of the show isn’t his chiseled abdomen or sexy expression, but the sheer hardness of his dick that lets him balance a bottle of body lotion over it, like a fuckin’ shelf or something. He’s so hard, dick so full beneath his boxers. So big too, the little boxers pulled taught around said engorged cock and thick thighs.

Your brain says to laugh, to tease him for being such a clown even when he’s horny as hell. He won’t take it to heart, will probably laugh along with you and you’ll add it to your still growing list of funny memories.

But your caveman libido says call him, so that’s what you do, ducking down behind a new shipment pallet with a squeak as the phone rings. It only lasts four seconds before he picks up, voice breathy and low, but it sounds so loud in the silence of the stockroom.

He doesn’t even let you get a greeting in. “You like my picture, baby?” he husks. It sounds like he’s right there, right beside you, speaking into your ear. Your pussy throbs at the way he sounds. Paired with the picture from before, it has your body tingling all over.

“What the fuck is that?” you hiss, trying to not let the sudden overflow of arousal leak into your words. Jungkook chuckles.

“What?” he huffs. There’s the brief sound of shuffling, the scratchy noise of his phone presumably being pressed against his shoulder. “I’m so hard, baby,” he sighs before you can pretend to reprimand him any further. “Fuck— you, can you just talk to me?” he groans, and the disgusting sound of him spitting into his palm fills your ear.

Your face feels warm, eyes nervously peering across the stockroom like your boss will suddenly appear now of all times to rip you from this important phone call. The anxiety and arousal mix weirdly, have your leg bouncing but every new movement sends a shock up your aching cunt to your chest, and then out to the tips of your fingers.

“You shouldn’t be doing that when I’m at work,” you murmur hurriedly, moving to nervously bite at your finger. Jungkook moans softly.

“Uh huh,” he says.

The air conditioning turns on and you nearly jump out of your own skin. “Kook,” you stress, frazzled by your own burning arousal and the fear of being caught. Like you said. Weird mix. “I— not when I can’t respond.”

He shudders on the line. “You’re responding now,” he points out. You hate when he’s right. Before you can defend yourself, define what a proper response is in this scenario, he’s beating you to the punch. “Baby,” he whimpers, voice so airy yet low, makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, back unconsciously arching. “Couldn’t stop— fuck.”

Your mouth feels dry, all and any form of lecturing fading from your thoughts as you become consumed in Jungkook’s little whines and whimpers. He talks smoothly, a modern day Casanova, and it’s certainly because of that cult-like harem he’s gathered on YouTube. Teenage girls who kiss his ass, tell him he’s cute and dreamy. Make his ego so big.

But then he gets horny and can barely contain that lisp you tease him about, shivers and melts when you put his cock in your mouth. “Couldn't what, bunny?” you mumble, voice drawn tight because now you were really horny, and it was all his fault.

The nickname makes him mewl prettily, your speaker suddenly going scratchy as he fumbles with his phone. “C- Couldn't stop thinking about you— your mouth,” he admits, and now you’re certain he’d sat through that Saturday morning stream like this. “T- Tits,” he adds, lisp slipping through. “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself now was not the time or place to get yourself off. But, well. That didn’t mean you couldn’t get him off. “Sat through your stream like this?” you murmur, circling your kneecap with a trembling finger as if it’ll ward away the raging lust in your abdomen. Jungkook confirms with a breathy moan. “Had all your little fans wondering why you ended so early.”

He groans. “No,” he chokes, voice hot from how much it wavers. “They— I lied,” he confesses out of nowhere, “s- said I had a doctor’s appointment.”

You muffle a giggle into your palm. “Naughty,” you tease. “Too hard to do your job.”

“Just,” he cuts off, voice feathery. He sounds so close and you haven’t even said anything of substantial value yet. “Tell me,” he says quietly, “what to— mmh, what to do.”

A smirk consumes your features. You try to hide it, but there’s no one here anyway so you’re left grinning at an unpacked box of dental floss like a madwoman. “Why?” you inquire playfully, bask in the sad little whimper he responds with. “Shouldn’t you know how to make yourself cum?”

Another groan of frustration, desperation seeping into his tone when he speaks again. “Baby, please,” he begs, and it feels good. Feels nice to have this big YouTuber begging for you like this, whimpering your name like his doesn’t appear on the top 25 most viewed. “Like when you— ah — when you tell me… what to do.”

Your body feels hot, thighs pressing together with each whimper that falls from his lips. “Okay,” you concede, and he audibly moans in relief. “Tip first,” you instruct softly, eyes defocusing as your brain slowly starts to manifest the image of Jungkook spread out on his bed. Thick thighs, grey boxers pulled taught around them, fat cock between his pretty hands, inked knuckles squeezing around his member. You swallow. You can tell exactly when Jungkook does as you say because another muffled moan fills the speaker. “One finger,” you remind him quickly, head spinning from the mere memory of his dick. “Run it… run it over the slit, bunny.”

“Nngh—“ Jungkook sputters. You can only imagine the face he’s making now, the bottom lip he’s bitten raw by now. He does it a lot; it’s a nervous habit. But as sexy as it looks when you’re in bed, you know he has sensitive lips because of it, bleeds easily if he’s too harsh. You have half the mind to remind him about it now, but then he’s hurriedly gasping out for more. “And, and then? Wha— what then, baby?”

He sounds so sweet, melodic voice dripping with honey. “Touch your balls,” you say a little breathlessly. “Don’t squeeze,” you add, “just roll your palm over them.” Your palm squeezes against your thigh, as if it’s remembering the feel of his body, the soft skin between his thighs when you’re down there. He gets so jittery, thick thighs nearly crushing you if you drag him along too much. “O- Other hand on your cock,” you stumble, thighs squeezed together. “Stroke yourself just like I do, bunny.”

Jungkook complies. “Just like you?” he mumbles, suddenly sounds farther away. As if he’s dropped his phone off to the side. “Fffuck,” he grunts, “m- mouth is so pretty.”

“Hm?” you inquire, so consumed with tampering down your growing arousal for a second that you miss his sentence.

Jungkook’s breath stutters, and for a moment you’re met with the wet squelch of his cock in his hand. And then, “pretty mouth… make me— make me wanna see you cry.”

You bite your lip. “Why,” you say tentatively, finally caving in with a hand fluttering over the front seam of your jeans. Not a question, more of a gentle nudge for him to spill his thoughts.

“Be- Because,” he cries, fucking into his hand. He sounds closer and closer. You have to wonder just how long he had been riled up. It’s been a while since his first message, he was probably desperate by now. “Y- You’re so nice,” he cries, and the sentiment, though oddly out of place, makes your heart squeeze with adoration for the boy on the line. “Wanna be,” he groans, “wanna be so fucking mean to you, baby.”

The sudden change of tone makes you choke on a moan, hand pressing against your mound like it’ll somehow penetrate the thick material of your jeans and give you the sensations you crave. As it stands, it’s a muted feeling you get instead. When your hands fail, his voice compensates. “Fffuck, don’t you— don’t you think about it too?”

Admittedly, no.

Jungkook had always been a gentleman in bed. Always cared for your needs before his own, went out of his way to make you feel pampered and adored during your most vulnerable moments. Contrary to what his online persona might say, he was a good boy. Sweetest boy you knew, touched you like you were made of glass.

So to suddenly learn of this dream— fantasy? kink? —of his that you would certainly enjoy equally as much, well. It made you whimper into your palm, eyes worriedly flickering toward the stockroom’s entrance.

“Why?” you whisper, feeling like a broken doll repeating the same phrase over and over again. You’re suddenly aware of how hot everything was. Your polo felt sticky against your spine, apron too tight, jeans too stuffy. How long had you been hiding in here for? You don’t even know. Hopefully your absence on the floor had gone unnoticed.

Jungkook pants into the line; everything sounds so sticky and wet on his end, hand undoubtedly working away at his cock. “Shit,” he curses, doesn’t really answer your question until you prod a second time. “I- I like it,” he stammers. “When you… fuck, when you look small.” He elaborates before you can even ask, breath heavy and drawn out. He was so close. “When your mouth… when it hurts,” he says, thoughts a scrambled mess. “Like when you— when you cry because my cock is— it’s too big for you.”

A blatant ego boost you’ll ignore for now. Not like you can focus on too many things right now anyway. “Your cock is big, bunny,” you agree softly instead. Your legs feel cramped from crouching so long, so you push yourself to your feet. Except then you’re made aware of how fucking wet you are, panties soaked from the phone call with your boyfriend. You shift and they stick to your folds, make you release a shaky exhale that Jungkook doesn’t miss.

“I— you’re wet,” he says boldly, and this time your meek confirmation isn’t a lie. Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I—“ cut off by his own whiny cry, probably bucking into his hand like a madman by now. “Wanna, wanna kiss you everywhere,” he says, a call back to his earlier message. Your legs feel like jello. You want him to kiss you everywhere too— lips, tits, cunt that is dripping for him now.

“I- I’ll be over soon,” you stammer, feeling like you’ll pass out if he carries on any further. He sounds so good on the line, soft pants, rough growls. You can’t possibly listen anymore, not when you’re so wet and horny in the middle of your shift. “Just,” you pause, can’t get the image of his pretty cock out of your mind. Every blink makes it more vivid, reminds you of the vein on the underside, the exact shade of the tip.

“What?” Jungkook hisses, voice higher than usual, parts of it lost under the rapid movements of his hand. “Tell me, baby, tell me what to do,” he begs hoarsely, “I’ll do it.” Sounds so desperate and needy, two seconds away from busting all over his hand.

You have to lean against the wall of the stockroom to ground yourself, remind yourself you’re not in the same situation as Jungkook and can’t cum in your pants like a teenager. “J- Just cum,” you choke, eyes fluttering shut.

He must’ve been waiting for that command, because the second the words leave your throat he’s filling the line with breathy groans and cries as he comes all over himself, probably ruins his t-shirt. The sounds have your hips unconsciously bucking forward into nothingness, the frustration of not being able to cum with him manifesting in the form of a tiny little sob. Luckily, he doesn’t catch it.

When it’s all said and done, he’s left panting into the receiver, flooding your speaker with breathy sighs that only make you more and more aroused.

“You’re terrible,” you frown, cheeks flushed, body tingling. You flip your wrist over and check the time; it’s been about sixteen minutes since you disappeared from outside. Sixteen minutes of listening to Jungkook touch himself and moan and whine and whimper. Tease you with new possibilities you had never considered before. And now he’s satisfied and you’re not.

Jungkook chuckles, low and tired. The sound shoots straight to your cunt. “Come over after you shift,” he says, as if you’re not planning to fake a severe case of the flu right now in order to get off early and run to his bed. You only had a little less than two hours of your shift left anyway. Not like they paid you well to begin with. Jungkook shifts, releases one of those saccharine groans as he probably snuggles into his bed, all sweaty and worn out. “Want you to fuck my face, baby.”

You frown, counting to ten to calm yourself down. Another few minutes of listless conversation, and you hang up. Your body feels featherlight, a little woozy as you make your way back out into the floor.

Nothing has changed. Customers pour in and out, your boss scolds you for a display you didn’t do, and life inside the store drags on. No one knows that you’re soaking your panties to hell and back, Jungkook’s soothing moans in your ear. Life goes on.

you shift ends in 20

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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 — mason mount

summary: after an argument ensues between the two of you, you’d decided to go for a drive. only for it to end worse than expected for the both of you.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of a car accident, mentions of blood and cuts

notes: requests are open

“I’m not ready to lose you.” + “Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.”

“Maybe you aren’t understanding,” you sighed, tired of the argument you and Mason were currently having, “I live with you, for fuck’s sake. I see you every night and every morning, so on my only day off, I want to see my family. We visit your family all the time, what about mine?”

Mason was tugging at his hair in stress, trying his hardest to keep his cool. It started when you’d gotten home late, after a nice day out with your mum and sisters, Mason sitting on the couch in complete silence. His argument was that you barely spent time together, especially since your careers kept you busy all the time. Your argument was that you see him during the day, whereas you don’t even speak to your parents for more than a minute on the phone. You understood his argument completely, you wanted to spend time with him, but he was dismissing your argument entirely.

“I rarely get time to spend with you, so when I actually get home from training early, you’re out all day with not even a note to tell me you’d gone.” Mason whined, following you into the kitchen as you left the living room. You both hated arguments, especially shouting, it wasn’t you at all. And usually your arguments were solved with just quiet talking, and a compromise. But tonight was something else.

“I don’t get that much time off.” You stated, making yourself comfortable on the island stool. You’d hoped Mason would just drop it, or at least see where you’re coming from. “If I knew you’d be finishing early, I would have offered you to come with me. But I didn’t know, Mase. I’m tired of this now.”

“You don’t think I’m tired of this?” Mason’s voice was gradually getting louder, and you squeezed your hands together to keep calm. “I’m tired of only seeing you when you’re sleeping, or half asleep as you walk through the door. I just want you, Y/N. We don’t even have sex anymore.”

“It’s not about sex, Mason. Not to me, anyway.” He was pulling every string and managed to get on every single one of your nerves, it was almost as if he were waiting for you to snap at him.

“Don’t try and spin this, I never said it was about sex. It’s just one of the many things we used to do, and don’t do anymore.” He’d shouted at you, his tone making it out to be your fault. You were the reason you didn’t have sex anymore, you were the reason you barely see each other any more.

“You can’t even have sex leading up to a match,” you reminded him, stopping at the stairs as you pulled your shoes back on. They’d only been off for twenty minutes, your bag still on your shoulder. “God, I’ve met rocks smarter than you,” you mumbled, reaching for the door handle.

“Oh, fuck off Y/N. Why don’t you go and sleep at your family’s house if you want to see them so much?” He shouted back at you, walking to the kitchen and away from you. You’d made a habit of slamming the door after you, stomping over to your car and starting it up. Another thing you’d always done during your arguments, was wait until you were away from Mason to cry.

You’d left the driveway, tears falling from your eyes as you left Mason in your house alone. He was sat against the kitchen island in defeat, head in his hands and beginning to regret saying what he said. He didn’t want you to go to your family’s home and sleep there, he wanted you in his bed. Close to him. That’s all he wanted.

You’d taken a hand from the wheel to wipe the tears from your eyes, no doubt ruining your makeup in the process, and as another had fallen, you squeezed your eyes to push them all out. In the split second your eyes were closed, you’d heard a large horn and felt your body jolt to the side, hitting your head on your window. All you could manage to do was grab your phone and see a bunch of texts, vision blurred so you couldn’t see who they were from.

Whoever it was, you’d texted: ‘hel p.’ Before letting the darkness, that was pushing your eyelids down, consume you.

Mason had received your text and almost threw up with worry. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he threw on his shoes, running out to his car and taking the route you always took to your parents. He knew you avoided motorways whenever you could, and he finally saw your car, both sides battered completely. He could barely breathe as he leapt out of his car, leaving the door wide open and going to check on you.

Your head was rested against the cracked window, he could see small shards impaling the skin of your face. His eyes were bleeding tears at this point, yanking on the doors but they wouldn’t open. Finally, your door had been forced open by his hands and he held you tight. He could feel your breath on his arm, so he knew not to assume the worst. His tears were landing on your hair, creating a small wet patch on your hairline.

“Wake up, please don’t do this to me.” He whimpered, holding you tighter to his chest as if it were doing something, “I’m not ready to lose you.” Your body felt limp, lifeless even, it was a feeling he never wanted to feel again. His chest ached with the sobs leaving him, wanting to curl up with you in bed. With you alive and well.

Finally, after holding you close to him, he’d called an ambulance. His voice shaking as he named the road and gave them your details. If he’d just listened to you, you wouldn’t be here right now, completely knocked out and in pain. He’d taken you from the car and carried you in his arms to his own. The sirens were rapidly approaching, his tears still falling from his eyes when they took you. He didn’t want to leave you, but he’d followed the ambulance to the hospital.

For hours he waited, eyes hopeful as a doctor left your room, but they’d walked the opposite way. The last he’d heard was that you were being taken into surgery, to remove the glass shards and stitch up the wounds on your head. He was advised to go home, grab you a change of clothes and get some sleep. But he refused. He wasn’t leaving this hospital until you were out with him. He wasn’t leaving until you knew how sorry he was for what he’d done.

He wept into his hands silently in the corner of the waiting room, lifting his hood up to avoid anyone who might know who he was. He’d contacted your family, telling them you’d been in an accident and that you were awaiting surgery. Of course they’d told Mason to keep them updated, wishing him and you well. He was shaking the entirety of the time he waited for you, finally a nurse coming up to him as he’d closed his eyes for a short while. It was almost 11 now, forgetting you’d gotten home late that night.

“She’s out of surgery,” the nurse confirmed, Mason’s heart beating faster for you, “she’s being transferred to a private room, and you’ll be able to see her there. We will have to keep her overnight, and we don’t allow visitors during the night. But visiting hours open at 6 tomorrow morning. Mason just nodded, he’d do whatever to see you again.

After an hour of waiting, he was finally allowed into your room. You were still groggy but upon seeing Mason’s face, all was forgotten. Grateful was an understatement, you’d been lucky enough to see Mason again. He sat down beside you, hand slipping through the wires and into your own, squeezing it gently.

“Hello, bubs.” He whispered, afraid of his voice breaking from the tears that had started back up again. You smiled weakly at him, biting you lip to contain your smile. “How you feeling?”

“Like death, if I’m honest.”

“You still look gorgeous even after being in a car wreck.” Mason admitted, brushing the hairs away from your eyes. The tiny cuts and stitches were dotted around your face, but your eyes still gleamed hopefully. Like they did when you first met.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, “I’m sorry.” You cried, trying to turn away from Mason but it hurt to do so. Your whole body ached from being slammed into so hard.

“There’s not a thing to be sorry for, bubs.” Mason assured you, the pads of his thumbs wiping your tears away, “forget about the argument. Spend as much time as you want with your family, I don’t care. I’m just glad to still have you.”

“I should spend more time with you,” you mumbled into his hand, kissing his palm softly, “I’m sorry for not being around much. We need to make time for each other.” Mason just nodded, so full of joy to have you back with him.

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Love and Letter

pairing : college student! Yuta Nakamoto x secret admirer

word count : 4.5k words

genre : fluff

summary : A series of letters melt the anti-love’s heart.

warnings : cursing

For the “...dear you” collab hosted by @theje0ngs 😄

I had fun writing for this story. I’m sorry if I posted this early, I’m just so excited to show this to you. Please enjoy and leave feedback. 😁

Nakamoto Yuta. The perfect embodiment of the rebel guy moms would always remind young girls to get away from. Pierced ears, long hair that defies the school rule, a scowl on his face as if hating everyone which he does. A total rebel that is feared by students and teachers alike. The classic bad guy who never showed up for classes, only staying a minute for attendance roll call then skipping.

And he wanted it to stay like this for the whole year.

Why does he have to attend Creative Literature class when he’s not even a Literature major? Annoyed, he pushed the door of his locker and was startled when a piece of paper fell from the said locker. His name was written in front in cursive form. To say that he’s not intrigued is a total lie but he waited until he was seated in class when he unfolded the paper.

‘Hi, Yuta.

Please don’t be alarmed, I’m not a bad person.

I notice you a lot in the school hallways and honestly, you’re a little scary.

I know you’re a nice person. Please lighten up a bit.

XOXO,🍎’

A chuckle escaped his lips. Just a little scary? Him? A nice person? Isn’t this weird? Who in their right mind would make an absurd letter like this?

But a smile escaped his lips as his mind drifted on the letter in his pocket. Should he start smiling more? Talk to some classmates? Maybe he can find out who wrote the letter. Fuck, this is so dangerous.

Although it is ultimately different from his usual aura, he greeted the discipline director waiting by the school gate. He also gave a bow to the teachers he passed, smiling lightly at his classmates he only recognized by faces. They were obviously surprised at the sudden shift in his attitude but greeted him as well. By lunchtime, he was hanging out with the guys in his Physics class and laughing at their jokes.

‘I don’t know if you received my letter the first time but I noticed that you’ve been a little brighter and that you’ve been hanging out with some friends.

That’s nice.

I’m happy to see you happier.

Thank you for making my days brighter, Yuta.

XOXO,🍎’

Yuta smiled. But it was the letter sender who made his days brighter. Does that person like him so much? Or is this something that is made up? He doesn’t want to know but he liked the feeling of receiving the letter.

He’s used to it by now, saying good morning to the school guard and the discipline director before entering the school gate. He would smile at the other students who were early for class, even helping some with their things.

Every morning, he would pass by the school’s soccer field. His turf back in high school. If only he continued playing soccer, maybe he can be a part of the team and defeat these guys with terrible form. He smiled while rubbing the back of his head, walking to where the Arts building is. Soccer isn’t for him.

‘Do you like Messi?

I noticed you’ve always stopped by the soccer field every morning.

Maybe you can try out for the soccer team. Didn’t you use to play for the team back in high school?

It will be cool to see you play again.

XOXO,🍎’

He glanced around to see if someone was watching him read the letter but the students are busy with their own things. That person knows that he plays soccer back in high school? Is that person a schoolmate from before? But he’ll have a hard time locating who it is considering that he went to a local high school near the university.

Is this a sign from above? Should he really try out for soccer? He did miss the feeling of the ball in his feet, the smell of the grassy field, and the excitement it brought him. Why did he even stop playing for a girl who never cared about him?

With the letter in his pocket, Yuta got accepted in the soccer team. The coach even thanked him repeatedly for changing his mind, claiming that he had been coaxing Yuta into applying since his freshman days. The guy only smiled, rubbing his head while apologizing. “The soccer golden boy is back.” And he is. He’s happy to be back.

But training is so tedious that it startled him. Back in high school, training is such a piece of cake. Why did you have to run fifty laps around the field now? Maybe his body is really startled that for the first time in his college life, he got sick. For two days, he skipped school and just stay at home to rest. Now, he’s debating if playing soccer is all worth it. Should he quit? But he just started. Can his body take on this intense training?

His friends were greeting him when he returned to school. The other guys from the soccer team teasing him that it’s like that at the first time but he’ll get over this. Hopefully, he will. There isn’t a letter in his locker that made him feel odd. Well, what did he expect? Maybe it already stopped. But he kinda liked it. Even looking forward to it every morning.

“Dude, you have to attend creative literature tomorrow.” Jungwoo, one of his classmates on the said subject claimed. “We already paired for the project. Your partner seemed really down.”

Yuta laughed at that. “Who is my partner?”

“Y/N. She always comes early in class, sitting on the back row.”

“A girl? Can’t I pair up with you instead?” He revolted quickly that made his friend reason out that nothing will be done if they pair up for the project even asking him the golden question of all, ‘Why are you so scared of girls?’ But Yuta just shrugged, not wanting to explain it to him.

‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

I’m glad you’re feeling fine and that you’re back in class.

Also, the apple juice from the vendo machine tastes great.

I hope you’re not allergic to apples.’

XOXO,🍎’

Funny, that person will say that. He isn’t. And it’s not bad to try it out.

When he entered the room for their creative literature class, he immediately saw the girl Jungwoo was describing with her face buried in the book. Why is he even scared of talking to a girl?

Yuta breathed hard before sitting beside her. “Y/N? Am I correct?” He asked which made the girl turn to him. Yuta handed her the same apple juice he’s drinking. “I’m Yuta Nakamoto and we’re partners for the project?”

The girl nodded, thanking him for the drink. “It’s an epistolary piece we should make…”

“Epis…? What?”

She lightly giggled at that which made him stare. “Epistolary.” She said emphasizing all syllables. “It’s a letter-type fiction. We write a story using letters.” Yuta nodded at that. Letters. “I have the idea already but since it’s a pair project, I can’t start on it until I show you.”

Can’t she show it now? Can she just do the project without his help or without talking to each other? “Do you want to discuss it after class? I’ll be in the library if…”

“I have soccer practice.” He immediately said that made her stop. He gave her his phone, asking if they can just talk through messages that made her nod, typing her number in. The moment she returned the phone, he immediately stood up to talk to his friend, Taeyong, in the first row.

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“You just ditched her?” Taeyong asked that made Yuta ruffle his hair. He shouldn’t have told him. “That’s a pair project, Nakamoto. You’ll both get a zero if you don’t cooperate.”

Yuta showed the text message he shared with Y/N. “She said she’ll just do it. She’s smart. She can do it.”

The other shook his head. “Why can’t you just talk to her? Y/N isn’t bad. The thing you’re scared of with girls. I’m sure Y/N isn’t like that.” He raised an eyebrow at him. “All I’m saying is that you should stop being this total jerk on her. He’s not like your ex, Yuta.” That took his attention. How did he know that? “There are talks around.” But before he could ask him to elaborate, Taeyong turned a sharp left.

The rain was falling hard that made Yuta sigh while taking out his umbrella. Soccer practice ended early because of the muddy ground that made him hate the rain. Today, of all days? He just returned from sickness and yet there’s no training. As he neared the steps of the building, he saw a familiar girl with her hand held out in the pouring rain. “Y/N.” he called.

The girl gave him a timid smile before returning to what she was doing. Weird. Does she love the rain so much? “Do you have an umbrella?” He asked that made her shake her head. “Do you want to share? I can walk you to the bus stop.”

“It’s fine, Yuta.” Y/N whispered while shaking her head. Once again, she started playing with the droplets of rain. Truly odd. Maybe Taeyong is right, she really is different. Yuta handed the umbrella that startled her, “Yuta!” But he was already running in the rain. Shit, he might get sick again with this.

‘It’s been raining non-stop this past few days. It’s so gloomy.

Also, I learned a new word today.

Niwakaame.

Isn’t it Japanese?

Rain Shower.

I love the rain shower.

How about you? I hope you don’t hate the rain as much.

It helps water the plants, you know?

XOXO,🍎’

A giggle escaped his lips. It does, doesn’t it?

He just had a reason to like the rain.

Since soccer practices had been on hold because of the rainy weather, he would always find himself in the library working on that epistolary piece with Y/N. She would always type her ideas and he would check if it was alright. But really, what does he know about all of this?

He was just thankful that she became his partner, she's really smart and creative. He'll probably pass creative literature with ease because of her help. Another thing is that she never talks when she's in front of her laptop and he was thankful that she's saving them from awkwardness.

He put on the straw of the apple juice before slipping it beside her notebook. Yuta returned to his comic book when he heard her say in a soft voice, "I didn't know you like apples." Yeah, he honestly didn't know that he did either.

‘Soccer is such a boring sport for me before. Why does it take so long for players to score a goal?

But watching you play, scoring that goal in the last minute, I’ve never felt that thrill and happiness before.

Congratulations!

And if no one told you this before, I guess I’ll have to tell you now.

You are really cool, Yuta Nakamoto!

XOXO,🍎’

The class was cheering with excitement when Yuta entered the room, everyone was congratulating him for the amazing game. He beamed happily, thanking them as he poked a straw to the apple juice he was holding and putting it on Y/N’s table but she didn’t even look at him and was just typing in front of her laptop.

“You’re being chummy with her.” Taeyong claimed while elbowing his side. “So what’s special about Y/N that she’s the only girl you talk to?”

Yuta had to laugh, voice resonating to the whole room. Instead of the professor, it was the TA who came for class. He just asked them to talk with their partners that made the class scrambled on their seats. Yuta sat beside Y/N who kept on typing in her laptop as if not caring about anything. “Y/N.” He called softly. “Are you alright?”

The girl almost screamed when Yuta held her shoulder. “Yuta?�� She called then stared around. “I’m sorry. Is the class starting?” She immediately put down the screen of her laptop while biting her thumb.

“The prof isn’t here. The TA just wanted the pairs to talk about the idea.” She whispered an ‘oh, I see’ before putting out her laptop which opened a document. “You seemed busy.”

“Paper due today.” She answered while typing, bouncing her legs while she bit her lip.

The TA started walking around the room to see what the students are doing which made Y/N close the document, groaning when she failed to save it. The girl bumped her head to the desk that surprised Yuta. “You can type your paper and pretend to listen to me.” Yuta suggested that made her look at him. There were tears in her eyes. “Just pretend that I’m telling you the story.”

Y/N wiped her eyes then breathed hard before opening her laptop to start with her work. Yuta smiled when she started typing words on her laptop. “Someone is giving me letters.” But her typing didn’t stop and he wondered if she was even listening to him. “I don’t know why but that person gives me comfort all the time.” The TA approached their table and she started typing at a slow pace as he continued talking to her, “I always wait for that person’s letters every morning.”

When the TA passed, Y/N returned to her usual typing that made Yuta shrug and just watch as she focused on her work. Maybe she isn’t interested in hearing his story but it feels good that he got this chance to tell someone about the mystery sender always giving him smiles. He placed his head on the table, facing her. “I hope you meet your letter sender, superstar.” Y/N said without looking away from her laptop. And he wished he did too.

‘Ureshii.

I’m happy you’re always happy, Yuta.

I’m happy to hear your laugh echo in our room. I’m happy to see you smiling at everyone you pass by.

I’m happy you’re coming to class and enjoying soccer.

I’m really happy for you, Yuta.

XOXO,🍎’

A smirk appeared on his lips, so this person is in the same class as him? He usually passes by this person as well. He really wants to see this person once and thank him or her.

A thought passed his mind. What if the sender is a girl? Can he actually talk to her? Maybe not. This is probably better. That he’s curious about the mystery letter sender.

It was the midterm week. Everyone is super busy with the things they have to do, college life is so fast-paced that it scared Yuta. He’s used to getting left behind but what if he gets too left behind? He’s not super smart, not even studious. And a failing grade meant an automatic expulsion from the soccer team which he slowly grew to love. He should just be back from his usual rebel phase.

The thing he was scared of happened because of Math, specifically Trigonometry. He had to admit that he was blank the whole time, the result of not going to class during the first few months of school. What’s more annoying is seeing everyone’s score on the bulletin board and his fifteen points in Math.

“Take a tutorial class and retake the exam. It isn’t that hard.” The soccer coach said. “I don’t want to expel you in the team, golden boy.” But most of the tutors are all girls which scared him the most. Yet he didn’t want to fail.

As he skimmed the possible Math tutors to help him, his eyes fell on one specific girl that he knew who could help him. The only girl he could talk to.

‘Keep your head up.

It’s Math. It is naturally hard.

Don’t beat yourself up instead focus on what you did.

You solved an entire equation, fifteen of it and that’s admirable already.

Keep it up, Yuta! You’ve done a great job.

XOXO,🍎’

“This answer is wrong, superstar.” Y/N claimed, circling her pencil to the number two which Yuta got as an answer. The guy looked at it curiously, sighing hard while bumping his head on the table that earned looks from everyone inside the coffee shop. The girl had to giggle at him before closing her book, “We can rest if you want.”

Yuta followed her by closing the book then drank his apple juice that made her shake her head. “Y/N, do you remember the letter sender I told you about?” He asked before leaning his head on top of the books. The girl only nodded in answer. “Should I meet him?”

“Him? Your mystery sender is a guy?”

The guy shrugged. “But I want to think that the sender is a he so I won’t get too nervous.” But Y/N only gave him a confused look. “I’m not good with talking to girls. I mean, I’m really scared of holding a conversation with them especially after I broke up with my girlfriend.” Yuta breathed before continuing, “She gets jealous even if I just smile at another girl and maybe that was when the trauma started. When we broke up, I just can’t shake it off. I feel like it’s wrong for me to be talking to a girl.”

Y/N nodded. “Well, you just told that whole sentence to me. And I’m a girl.”

“Oh shit!” Yuta exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please don’t be offended.” Y/N shook her head, smiling at him. “I think you’re really pretty and smart.”

“You think I’m friendly?” He gave her a confused look. Friendly? But he clearly said pretty. Yuta chuckled before nodding at her.

It was Y/N’s idea to give the mystery sender a response in a form of a letter, just Yuta saying that he’s thankful for the letters the sender gave him. He even shared how he liked Keisuke Honda better than Messi, how he thinks the apple juice from the vendo machine is the best drink there is in school, and how he started to think of the rain in a better light. He thanked the sender for encouraging him to study Math and the support he got from playing soccer. By the end of the letter, he told the sender that he will wait in a coffee shop to meet him or her so he can properly thank him or her.

"Y/N!" Yuta called while running in the hallway to where she was. He kept bumping on other students, apologizing quickly to them. "Y/N! He took the letter." She shrugged, looking at him confused. "Do you think he'll come to the coffee shop and meet me?"

"Did you tell her that?" He leaned beside your locker while she took out books for her consecutive classes.

Yuta nodded, taking her books for him to carry. "I'm nervous. What should I do?" Y/N was startled at the action. "What if the sender is a she? How can I even talk to her?"

The girl giggled. "Like how you're talking to me, Yuta."

He stopped walking and she was steps ahead when she noticed Yuta was gone. "Can you come with me later?"

Y/N sighed, shaking her head at him. “You can do this, superstar.”

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Yuta was so nervous that he kept on ordering water to ease his nerves. Every time the chimes of the door ring, he would stare at the door and hope that it was the letter sender. He lightly glanced at his wristwatch, it's been an hour. Will that person even come?

He's in his fifth cup of coffee, almost two hours have passed since the time he told the person in the letter. Yuta had already given up. Maybe she wouldn't come. He was about to stand up when Jungwoo came inside the coffee shop and sat in front of him. The younger guy handed him a folded piece of paper, "Someone wants to give you this."

"You know who it is?"

He nodded, "I saw her putting the letter in your locker once." Her? "But Yuta please know that she has her reasons why she doesn't want you to meet her."

"Can you just tell me who she is?" Jungwoo shook his head, apologizing before standing up to leave Yuta alone.

‘I received your letter and I’m so sorry for not coming to meet you.

I’m scared. I don’t know why but I am.

I don’t want to erase your smile when you find out that this is just me, I appreciate your letter, I really do.

And I’ll treasure it all my life. Thank you, Yuta. I’m sorry.

XOXO,🍎’

That's it? He won't get to know who she was. He cannot thank her for giving him something to look forward to every time. Is it possible to have your heart broken before it can even beat for a person?

Creative Literature class. Today is the last day of submitting the epistolary piece he and Y/N had been working on. He did the usual morning routine, go to the vendo and pick up a juice for him and her. But he can't seem to find the courage to push the button for the apple one so he settled to the orange-flavored juice. "Shit!" he cursed. He never knew Y/N's favorite juice flavor. He would always give her the apple flavored one. So with a heavy heart, he settled on the apple one.

Weird, he thought. It's almost time and Y/N isn't here yet. Taeyong entered the room and placed a folder in front of Yuta. "Y/N wanted to give you this." He was startled. There's always something fishy about Taeyong and Y/N so he asked him the question that's always bugging him. The other guy chuckled, "We're cousins, stupid." Taeyong supplied that made Yuta nod. He didn't know that.

"Where is she?" Yuta asked while opening the folder. There's a page full of computerized words, the story she wrote. "Is she sick?" Five pages of the story and on the last page, hers and his names are written in her handwriting.

"She didn't tell you?" Yuta shook his head in a questioning manner. "She's going to New York for the Exchange Student Program. It's her flight today."

Yuta skimmed the contents of the epistolary piece she made then focused on the handwriting. Why did it take him so long to realize everything? Taeyong called for his name but he was already outside the door of their classroom. He heard Jungwoo calling him but he was already out of the gates and hailed a cab. "Airport. Please step on it."

He took out the letters that he kept in his notebook, nine different letters to be exact. Yuta smiled seeing the hidden message in the letters. She cannot hide from him anymore. "Where are you?" Yuta asked when she answered the phone, his foot stepped inside the crowded airport.

"Airport?" He answered 'I know', "Gate four."

"Wait for me there." She called for his name but he was already running to where she was, putting the phone in his pocket. "Y/N!" he called which made the girl turn to where he is. He lightly bowed at her parents, asking if he can talk to Y/N for a while.

"It's you, isn't it? The letters." He asked which made the girl stop. "Why didn't you just tell me?" Then he shook his head. "After confessing, you're just going to leave me?"

The girl giggled at that. "It's just for two months, don't overreact." The guy breathed hard. "Did Jungwoo tell you?"

"I saw the pattern with the epistolary you did. Saw how you wrote my name and realized you never told me the juice you wanted and just went with the apple juice I always gave you." The girl smiled then he showed the nine letters he was holding. "Why the hell are you so smart that you have to put a secret message in your letters?" The girl giggled.

The announcement for the plane passengers heading to New York can be heard, "I have to board, Yuta. I'll see you when…"

But he pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms. "I like you too, Y/N." A final call for the passengers can be heard and he hesitatingly let go of her. "I'll message you every day." Y/N nodded before saying goodbye to him and her parents, facing the boarding gate without even looking back.

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Nakamoto Yuta. The perfect embodiment of the soccer superstar every university wanted to have. The model student who greets everyone, female or male, when he passes by them in the hallways. The loyal boyfriend who only has eyes for one girl.

He couldn't believe only a month had passed. He misses her so much even if the time they spent together is much longer than the time they're away from each other.

A normal day, a normal scenario for him. He quickly went to his locker to get his books for Physics class when a piece of paper fell, making his heart race.

'Did you miss me, my soccer superstar?

How many girls have fallen for that smile?

Or are you just smiling for me?

If you do, Room 3F.

XOXO, Y/N'

He slammed his locker shut then passed by the vendo machine to get an apple juice, even tapping his foot when it took a long time to go down. Yuta ran to the third floor, catching his breath when he's outside room 3F.

The moment he opened the door, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. "Hi, Yuta." She greeted that made him smile.

She's here. She's really here.

"Why didn’t you tell me you’re back?” But he just wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tight. “And I was complaining last night about missing you.”

Y/N giggled. “That’s why I went home early. I heard you’re famous with the ladies lately.” Yuta sighed, bopping her nose while teasing her for being so jealous. “Too bad we don’t have the same class together.”

The guy chuckled worriedly. “Well, you know I had to skip class that day and go to you to the airport.” Y/N nodded. “I didn’t submit our project so the professor gave us a zero.”

“What?”

Yuta laughed, shrugging. “On the bright side, we’re going to attend the same class in summer.”

And he knew, from her grin, his anti-love phase is over.

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Ok but yandere carlise x reader x yandere esme

(Not as detailed as I’d hoped to make it, but I quickly realized that if I went into detail then this thing would become very long. Hopefully avoided making the characters too OOC. Let me know if you like it, and how I did!)

…

You first met Dr. Cullen when you spent the day volunteering at the local hospital for one of your college classes.

There was a whole group of students there to help out, and you honestly weren’t sure why he seemed to notice you in particular; it certainly wasn’t because you were doing such a great job. Your work speed, in restocking the closets, was roughly average, and you kept having to ask your fellow volunteers where things were supposed to go. Granted, you at least weren’t one of the students who was transparently doing the absolute bare minimum to get the credit, but you wouldn’t exactly consider yourself a shining star of competence either.

Still, Dr. Cullen approached you personally to say, “Thank you for your help. You’re really doing us a great service.”

He was a beautiful man, with warm eyes that seemed to be beholding the goodness in your soul, for how amiably they glimmered.

“I don’t know if I can take any credit,” you said, admittedly flustered by the attention. “It was our teacher’s idea.”

He smiled kindly. “Nevertheless, we’re glad to have you here.”

You smiled back. “Glad to be here.” Then you continued working.

When Carlisle walked away from you, he carefully kept the reluctance from showing in his expression. He sent Esme a quick text warning her that they might have another soulmate in town: a human. His initial thought was that this would be the end of it; so long as Esme avoided meeting you, she wouldn’t feel the awful desperation currently clawing its way up Carlisle’s throat, and so long as Esme wasn’t suffering, Carlisle was confident in his own ability to let you live your own life, just as he had done with Esme, at first…

But then, he knew how that had turned out for her: years of pain, mistreatment…The thought of anything of the sort befalling you…The world was so dangerous, between humans and vampires and other such things, and you, so small in comparison, so vulnerable…

Carlisle regained his composure (though, to the untrained eye, he hadn’t lost it in the first place). The world could be dangerous, yes, but his awareness of that fact was informed, in no small part, by the fact that he wanted justification for keeping you. And he couldn’t give himself such license; it wouldn’t be right.

He wouldn’t drag you away from your human life.

Perhaps he could keep watch over you, and do you small favors every now and then, but that was the most he could afford to indulge.

He heard your stomach growl from across the room; he detoured to a vending machine and bought you a light snack. (Perfectly timed, Alice texted him your preference. No doubt, she was scouring the future to see how you might fit into it; he would have to have a talk with her, to be sure she didn’t go overboard. And deciding to have a talk with Alice functioned in the same way having a talk with Alice did.)

Dr. Cullen handed you a snack from the vending machine, which puzzled you at first; it didn’t seem like the hospital was handing out food to anyone else, and even if they were, why would one of the doctors take the time for such a thing?

He answered your unspoken question with a polite smile and the words, “You were looking a bit faint; I thought you might need this.”

Had you been looking unwell? You didn’t think you felt that bad, but a doctor would recognize the signs if something was wrong, and you were pretty hungry. “Thanks,” you said, and he dipped his head in your direction. Then he and his kind smile departed.

That wasn’t the last time you met Dr. Cullen.

Your paths crossed in all sorts of places: in the grocery store, he tapped you on the shoulder once to ask if you’d dropped a hundred dollar bill, and he urged you to keep it even once you’d told him it wasn’t yours; you saw him in your school’s science building, one day (He was there to speak to one of the professors, and he asked you if you had drunk any water recently.); and you even ran into him at the library. All incidents spaced out over weeks; not close enough together to really be coincidences worth thinking about. You figured that you had probably crossed paths just as much before meeting him, but only noticed now because you knew who he was.

Anyway, the two of you remained acquaintances. He was a nice man.

When someone slammed into your car, a few months later, he was the doctor who cared for you.

“A hit and run?” he murmured, tutting in displeasure as he moved a light across your eyes. “People should be more considerate, and careful with other people’s lives. You could have been seriously hurt.”

“They probably just made a mistake and were scared of the consequences,” you offered, because the doctor genuinely seemed somewhat upset. You were trying to assume the best about the other driver, because the alternative was getting angry about something you couldn’t change. You had barely even seen the car that had hit you. You just knew that it was some shade of yellow, and apparently much stronger than yours. “I wish we’d gotten to trade insurance information or something, though; my car is apparently totaled.” Despite your best efforts, your voice wavered.

“Don’t you worry about that,” Dr. Cullen said, and you were probably delirious, but something about the decisive way he said it made it seem, to you, as if he himself planned on helping you get your car fixed. “Follow the light with your eyes.”

You did.

“Have you...” The doctor seemed to choose his words carefully. “Have you called anyone, to let them know what happened, and that you’re alright?”

“No, I guess I haven’t. The ambulance got there so fast, I guess I didn’t have time to think about it.” You weren’t terribly concerned, though; if your relatives hadn’t been made aware of the crash, then they didn’t know to be worried yet. No need to call them now.

Dr. Cullen stilled at your words, though; the light in his hands shone in the spot between your eyes and did not move. It was as if he was deep in thought. No, as if he were at war with himself.

“Dr. Cullen?” you prompted.

He quickly smiled, setting down the light. “I think you should call them. Now, if you can. I would...just feel better if someone knew where you are, and that you’re alive.”

You called them (as awkward as that felt with the doctor right there in the room, patiently waiting), and Dr. Cullen seemed to relax.

Once you were released from the hospital, you went back to only seeing him every once in a while, around town.

Your car was mended seemingly overnight, under mysterious circumstances, and a part of you jokingly wondered if Dr. Cullen was some sort of fairy godmother, or guardian angel.

Then, another month after your accident, a stranger approached you while you were walking back from your last class of the evening.

“Hi,” the stranger greeted you, somewhat apologetically. She was shorter than you, with a lovely face and spiky black hair and a spritely disposition. “I’m Alice. I’m so sorry to bother you, but could you help me carry something to my car? It’s getting late, and I really don’t want to be here after dark.”

“Oh, sure,” you answered, feeling so at ease that you forgot every warning that would normally flood to your mind about the danger of following a stranger to her car. So at ease that your mind somehow just failed to observe the taller guy standing right next to Alice, well in your field of vision. You saw him, but you didn’t really think much of him.

You followed Alice to a bright yellow Porsche, and the shade of yellow stirred something in your memory, but you couldn’t say what; you were too busy looking for what you were supposed to be helping her lift.

A lovely woman with a long blond ponytail leaned against the car trunk, staring at something that she was holding in her hand, and there was a figure sitting inside the car, too; you couldn’t see them through the tinted windows, but you saw enough to be confused as to why you had been called here to help when it seemed Alice had many potential helpers, here.

Your panic, as you began to realize the ruse, had only just begun to climb when the blond woman suddenly moved, swift as a bird, behind you, and there was a hand over your mouth and a feeling like a pinch in the side of your neck.

The thing she was holding. It was a syringe.

The tall guy (the one you hadn’t thought much of, at first) moved to open the nearest door of the Porsche; he moved the passenger seat forward, to access the back row of seats.

“Wait, stop,” you slurred against the hand (the stunningly cold hand) over your mouth, as the woman who had syringed you began to maneuver you into the Porsche with surprising strength. You were already losing control of your limbs.

“This is officially the worst thing I’ve ever done,” the woman griped as she slid you carefully inside, then climbed in behind you. You were sandwiched between her and the person you’d seen through the tinted windows: a sulking young man with bronze hair. Four strangers total, and you were in the back seat of their car.

“Thank you, Rosalie, for your help,” Alice said resolutely. “Will you drive, Jazz?”

The tall one nodded, climbing into the driver’s seat while Alice occupied the passenger side.

You struggled to find your voice, or your fists, through the haze of sedative.

“It’s okay,” said the sulking young man at your side, in a surprisingly gentle voice. “I’m able to hear you, even if you can’t speak. I can read minds.”

“The human is still awake?” Rosalie said.

“Not for much longer, but yes. You have time to apologize.”

“Sorry about all this,” Rosalie said, gently nudging your mouth closed (as it had fallen open). “Don’t be scared; we just…have to bring you to Carlisle and Esme. They’re pretty great people, and they’ll treat you really well. And these guys were going to do it anyway, so I had to come and make sure things went smoothly. Alice and Jasper can’t even administer a shot; they probably would have chloroformed you or something-”

“Wouldn’t’ve had to,” said the tall guy in the driver’s seat- Jasper, apparently. “Could’ve just lightly flicked the back of their head at the right angle. Provided Alice checked the future to make sure we did it right.”

“…and didn’t cause a concussion, or worse,” the bronze-haired one deadpanned.

There was a brief silence. You were sinking against the self-proclaimed mind reader, unable to support your own weight. You were about to sleep. You actually wanted to sleep.

“Don’t worry, Rose,” Jasper added. “I’ve made sure the human isn’t afraid.”

You supposed you weren’t. Why weren’t you?

You fell asleep before you could figure it out.

…

You awoke to the sound of agitated voices, outside the (closed) door of a bedroom that was not your own.

You were in a bed, and it was obscenely soft and pleasant, but it wasn’t yours, and you weren’t home.

Where am I?

You felt weak, and tired. Heavy, confused. But you had to stay awake, and regain your wits, because you had been taken somewhere, and you didn’t know where or why. There was a window across the room. It was nighttime outside the window. Maybe if you could make it over there, you could climb out and run for it, but you didn’t yet have the strength to even get the bedcovers off of you.

“Because it’s been awful to watch how badly it affects you to be away from your mate,” one of the voices outside the door was saying. “All five of us agreed, and we never agree on anything!”

“And it’s not like it wouldn’t have happened eventually,” another voice agreed. “Just like with Esme.”

“Exactly! You were only prolonging your own suffering, for no reason.”

There was a sigh, and a familiar voice said, “Are you all finished?” It was Dr. Cullen; that much you knew, even though you had never heard him sound so tired.

“We did it for you, because you deserve happiness.”

“And now that Esme has seen them, there is no way to undo it, is there?” Dr. Cullen asked rhetorically. “Edward, is the human awake?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll bring some food up, Carlisle,” an entirely new voice suggested. “The children have been…underhanded, today, but there’s no reason we shouldn’t make the best of it.”

“It was for the best.” (Your head was clear enough, now, that you recognized this unabashed voice as belonging to Alice.) “You’ll see.”

Footsteps approached the door, and shortly a woman entered the room. She was soft-looking, with caramel brown hair, and she held a dinner plate in her hands.

“Good evening,” she said, soberly. Sitting on the edge of your bed while you struggled to sit up. “I’m so sorry the kids did this; we didn’t ask them to, but they thought they were doing us a service. I’m Esme Cullen, Dr. Cullen’s wife. Here: eat something.”

You ate a forkful of pasta only because it was too close to your mouth to refuse. “Why ‘m I here?” you asked hoarsely. “Take me home.” Another forkful slid into your mouth.

“I’m very sorry,” Esme said. “I’m so, so sorry, but you see…the trouble is…” Her eyes scanned over you, and she smiled a seemingly involuntary smile and didn’t finish her sentence. As if looking at you was simply a much better use of her time.

“I want to go home,” you said.

Esme sighed, pressing her lips together contritely. “The trouble is, I can’t bear to relinquish someone who is so important to Carlisle, and Carlisle can’t bear to relinquish someone who is so important to me. I promise you, though, we will make it up to you.” She fed you more pasta.

It tasted delicious, but that did nothing to assuage your terror. “You don’t even know me. What do you mean, I’m important to you?”

Esme clicked her tongue softly and rhythmically against the roof of her mouth, as if to soothe. “Carlisle can explain that better than I. But rest assured, everything is going to be alright.”

Your skin crawled, at the dissonant cordiality. “Where is Dr. Cullen?”

You heard a flutter of what could have been footsteps, if people were capable of moving that fast. Then, the bedroom door opened again and Dr. Cullen entered.

“Hello again, dear heart,” he greeted you, and his demeanor was about the same as it was in public, or in the hospital. Respectful, polite. Maybe just a bit...off. Too much of something, maybe too polite and kind for the circumstances. “I’m terribly sorry about all of this.”

The apologies were making this worse. “You don’t have to be sorry,” you said. “Just please take me home.”

“I can’t do that, angel,” he sighed. He did appear sorry, but not as sorry as he should have. “But I can explain everything to you now.”

He sat down on the other side of the bed, opposite Esme, who was still feeding you. And he did explain everything, in such expansive detail that you fell back asleep before he even got to the part about mates.

…

“You can pretend with them, but not with me.” The voice was quiet, and not so much accusatory (despite the pointedness of his words) as reminding.

“I know that, son.” Dr. Cullen sounded positively serene.

“You knew how much time you were spending with Jasper, in your saddened state.”

“Yes.”

“You knew that we would do this.”

“I…suspected.”

“You meant for us to do this.”

“That’s enough, I think. Thank you.”

Silence fell.

You opened your eyes just a crack. The pillow beneath your face was awash with yellow light; the sun had risen, since last you’d fallen asleep. None of it had been a dream. You were still trapped in a house with these people who thought they were vampires. You closed your eyes again. The two voices had been speaking from the direction you were facing: Dr. Cullen at your level, perhaps in a chair at your bedside; and the other above, as if standing.

“One month,” the first voice suddenly added, and you weren’t sure what it was in reference to. It was as if an inaudible question was being answered.

“That’s her optimistic guess, or her pessimistic?” Dr. Cullen inquired.

“If all goes well, it will be one month. Poorly, and the longest she’s seen is three months.”

“Well, that is good to hear. I’ve waited much longer with hope for much less.”

“I know.”

You turned over, so that your back was to them, and began to open your eyes again, but then you heard Dr. Cullen rise from his seat, take up the chair, and move around the foot of the bed. You kept your eyes shut as he set his chair down on the new side and sat in it once more. He did all of this matter-of-factly, as if he’d changed sides every time you’d turned over during the night.

The thought of anyone wanting to see your face that badly made you shiver a bit.

“Awake?” Dr. Cullen inquired casually. You didn’t hear an answer, but the other man must have nodded, because Dr. Cullen continued, “Good. Esme will be done with breakfast soon. She’s so happy to be cooking again.”

“Jasper is in the kitchen with her,” the other said, as if that was a related statement somehow. “I’m going hunting. Good luck.”

You weren’t sure why, but you felt as if he was talking to you as much as Dr. Cullen.

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