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mysmegrace · 3 years

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can i please request rfa with mc who has constant stomach , head and back pain thanks to stress / anxiety please ?

of course~ i'm kinda going through something similar ha... classes are scheduled to start again soon and my anxiety always spikes worse than it does regularly.

RFA with an MC who has Constant Stomach, Head, and Back Pain Due to Anxiety/Stress

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yoosung kim:

your entire day had been a nightmare.

from participating in classes and working a part time job, you were worn out.

honestly, you felt quite sick.

you hadn’t noticed how much your body was aching until you had finally arrived home.

aiming for your bed, you wasted no time in unpacking before landing straight into your pillows.

the stress and anxiety the day gave you has now left you barely awake, small groans of pain leaving your mouth.

some higher power had given you the gift of sleep for no more than an hour before you were awoken by a phone call.

of course saeyoung would mess with you after he’d seen you on the cctvs walking home exhausted.

yet to your shock, it was yoosung.

you could’ve sworn he told you earlier that he had to study this hour.

quickly composing yourself the best you could, you answered to be greeted with a whined hi.

“hi yoosung” you responded, thinking you had masked your tired state well enough.

but you had always been a poor actor after all.

he paused, before asking “are you okay?”

in this state, you couldn’t be bothered to lie to him, getting into some kind of debate over your wellbeing.

“i’m just... exhausted. my entire body is aching” you admitted.

hearing a small sigh through the other end of the phone, you were about say your goodbyes for the night before he responded, “how come princess”.

his tone matched your upset one, yet with a hint of sympathy added on.

you sighed, responding “i’ve had an exhausting day, it’s taken a tole on me”.

he had to stop, thinking of the best ways to comfort you.

after a few seconds of no response, you continued “sorry yoosung, but i just want to rest right now”.

quickly, he snapped out of his thought process, not realizing the silence he had been giving you.

“that’s alright, please sleep well” he said, before hearing the sound of you hanging up the phone.

once you had come to your senses the following day, you noticed something was off.

french toast wasn’t something that spread in the air often in your apartment.

yet your suspicions were cut short as yoosung came around the corner, noticing your awakened state.

shocked, you began to sit up before being pushed back down, completely caught off guard.

“no work for you today lady, you just rest” he said, before running back out to the kitchen, bringing back a plate of french toast seconds later.

you couldn’t help but smile, yet a question popped up in your mind.

“wait, how am i going to eat this if i can’t sit up” you asked.

“easy, i’ll feed you”, problem solved.

hyun ryu / zen:

boarding the bus with zen, the first thing that caught your attention was the sheer compacity inside.

you two were only planning to take the bus 10 minutes to a new cafe that opened in town.

it was the perfect day to do so.

you and zen had off work, the weather was great, and it wasn’t predicted to be busy.

taking hold of the first railing you could find, keeping zen’s hand in your grip, you couldn’t help but to start getting overwhelmed.

there were so many people looking at you as you got on, and now you were stuck between a bunch of strangers looking you up and down with nothing else to do.

you felt your stomach start to turn, you knew this feeling well.

if you didn’t get off soon, you’d be sick and start crying with everything going on.

8 minutes in, you couldn’t take it anymore.

you had tried to get through by zoning out and thinking about other things, yet nothing was in your favour.

you were terrified, and now physically ill.

mentally preparing yourself, you pulled the string, your hand cutting between two heads of people you’d never seen before.

who knows if they were judging you?

that thought didn’t help a thing.

the bus came to a stop within the next few seconds, and you pulled zen’s hand tightly, practically pulling him off the bus.

“babe, we get off up there” he said, pointing north as the bus had taken off again.

you couldn’t handle a conversation with him right now, you needed to find a washroom.

taking notice of a camp-like washroom set up alongside the park a few steps away, you rushed off.

zen chased you in shock, attempting to grab a hold of your arm, to which you flicked him off of several times before reaching the area.

now he was stuck, not being able to go farther once you dashed into the ladies room.

he stood in a ball of confusion and worry.

you hadn’t acted like this before.

while inside the washroom, you locked yourself in the stall to the back, attempting to collect yourself.

once you came to the realization that your strategy wasn’t working, you just let it all out.

you felt like shit.

god, you had ruined the entire day with zen, embarrassed the two of you, and now you had made yourself physically sick.

you stayed in there for 15 minutes, simply balling your eyes out before deciding to go out and talk to him.

seeing you emerge from the washroom door, he took the best approach he imagined, pulling you into a tight hug as his eyes came across your redden face.

“i’m sorry” you muttered out, your face pressed against his chest.

quickly, he responds “it’s okay jagi, please tell me why you’re so upset”, comforting you with the tone of his voice, making you ease up a touch.

“i, there were so many people on the bus. i got sick, i was so anxious” you let out.

you knew how accepting your boyfriend was, which was why you weren’t shocked by the comforting words he spoke next.

“shhh, i get it, don’t cry”, pulling back a bit to clear the hair from your face.

he continued, saying “do you need anything? some medicine, drink?”

you shook your head, saying “no, i just need to calm myself down for a bit”.

“of course” he said, holding you until you said you were okay again not too long after.

jaehee kang:

“ugh” you let out, walking past jaehee with a throbbing pain in your head.

the cafe was making you unbelievably stressed, it was nothing like you’d ever experienced.

stress was a major downside to your cafes growing popularity, though you didn’t expect it.

little to your knowledge, jaehee heard ur groan, getting away from the counter for a spilt second.

“hm?” she said, before continuing “are you okay mc?”

“i just...” you paused, thinking of your next words.

you didn’t want to lie to her, but you didn’t want to make her worried on top of the already stressful situation.

“my head just hurts” you said, hoping to pass it off as a simple headache.

“are you alright? when did it start?” she asked, concern lacing her tone.

these pains were nothing new to you, but they got worse each and every time.

you had no energy to lie at this point, you were already done in by the day.

“the stress is getting to me, my head always aches when these things happen” you answered.

you could see her facial expression pause, as if she was deep in thought.

yet the expression changed within the minute as she responded “please go home, take the day off”.

you were blown away.

of course you didn’t want to leave jaehee alone, but you knew you couldn’t carry on like this for long.

you quickly argued “i can’t do that, you’ll be left with the stress alone”.

she gave a small smile, glancing at the clock, before responding “thank you for worrying, but i’ll be alright. there’s only an hour before closing and i can tell how bad this is effecting you”.

hence why with hesitation, you took her up on the offer.

you gathered your stuff up to leave, and went on autopilot, waking up the next day covered in warm blankets.

you couldn’t remember a thing after leaving, but you could feel how calm your body became with a bit of stress relief.

and you made sure to give jaehee your biggest thanks the next day.

jumin han:

you had started your new business over the summer.

and being the wife of c&r’s chariman-to-be, naturally people were intrigued.

many were incredibly supportive, although the occasional rumours surfaced from time to time.

crazy ideas you wouldn’t have been able to think of yourself.

suddenly you were the daughter of a president aboard, you and jumin weren’t actually married, and you only used jumin to fund and grow your business.

all completely foolish, never lasting more than a week.

however, this time around was different.

you had woken up to articles suggesting you were having an affair on your husband with your father in law, and that you had been using company profit for your own benefit.

how they came to these conclusions was beyond you, but you let it slide for now thinking it would only last a few days.

certainly nobody would believe this, there was no evidence brought forward and nothing you did had ever hinted towards these claims.

but that wasn’t the case this time.

one week went by and nothing changed.

two weeks went by and you noticed that the rumours had only increased and more was being added to the story.

now three weeks had passed, and things were only getting worse.

you had started getting emails about the rumours and sponsors had started pulling out to stay safe.

not only was it getting to you in a business sense, but your body had become ridden with stress and anxiety.

you woke up everyday in an upset mood, the first thing you noticed after coming to your senses was the back throughout your entire body.

though today it was focused in your abdomen.

this morning was no different from the previous few.

except jumin had stayed home from work for elizabeth the thirds yearly checkup.

he was the overreactive father to his cat daughter.

when he returned home with the news of elizabeths pristine health, he was met with your sleeping figure.

it was something out of the ordinary as you were usually awake at 6am.

yet it was 10am and he was standing beside your sleeping state.

remembering you had work, he shook you with ease to wake you up.

watching as you slowly opened your eyes, and within a snap you jumped up from the position you were lying in.

“what time is it?” you asked your husband frantically.

his eyes widen, slowly answered “it’s 10am, are you alright love?”

you wanted to cry.

you had woken up earlier at your usual time to an upset stomach, took some medication to ease your nerves, and laid down on your phone for a bit.

falling asleep wasn’t the plan.

“i didn’t mean to fall asleep, i need to-” you said, finding yourself in sobs midway through.

you couldn’t continue.

the tears fell uncontrollably, all the stress and worries coming out.

and jumin was at a loss for words.

yet he went to embrace you, calming you down through little words of endearment.

when you were finally calm enough to communicate, he asked “what’s going on?”

you let it all out, though you wanted to hide it from him earlier, you were desperate for things to subside at this point.

“there are all these rumours that have been going around for weeks, stuff about me getting with your father, using profit for myself, and using your entire family for exposure.”

you inhaled, being continuing “i thought they would end, but they keep going on and now it’s effecting my business. i just want it to stop”.

you stopped yourself from breaking down again, quickly composing yourself.

jumin paused, unsure of what to say.

hearing your sobs shattered his heart.

there were so many questions he needed answered, where would he even begin.

thinking for a bit, he asked “why didn’t you tell me earlier? it pains me to see you in tears”.

looking up to meet his eyes, you answered “i didn’t want you to worry”.

you knew it wasn’t an excuse he’d take seriously, but you were honest.

“your wellbeing comes before me, do not worry about my state”.

he had told you that since the day you became a couple.

adding onto that, he said “you’re staying home today. get some rest and i’ll take care of everything”.

you couldn’t argue, and part of you felt relieved getting it off your shoulders.

doing as he asked, you fell asleep again, napping like a baby.

you woke up again sometime around noon, immediately looking through your phone.

a new article caught your eye.

“Chairman Han denies all rumours involving MC and the upcoming business” it read.

you knew it wasn’t over yet, but you found comfort in the fact that it was finally thrown out of the water.

and within the next few days, you noticed your mood return to normalcy along with your body.

the stomach aches, headaches, and back pain disappeared.

you had learned your lesson, and didn’t hide your worries from then on.

saeyoung choi:

you dragged saeyoung out of the house for the night.

being the hard task that it was, you were understandably tired.

but you wouldn’t let that stop the night in front of you from being a success.

you had planned a special date to the movies in celebration of your birthday.

it was a movie you had wanted to see since it came out a year prior.

you were expecting to leave in a scared state of mind due to the movies horror nature.

what you weren’t expecting was the compacity of the movie theatre.

you wouldn’t be quick to admit it, but the sheer look of things frightened you.

it shouldn’t have been that hard to sit down and stare at a screen.

but all your attention was taken off of the movie, now directed at the people around you.

were they looking at you funny?

did you have something on your face?

were they judging you?

these questions wouldn’t leave your mind.

though you made multiple internal attempts to stop it, they just kept coming.

eventually it got too much, the nerves overwhelmed you, and you felt your stomach become physically ill.

you were gonna be sick, you thought.

turning to whisper to saeyoung, excusing yourself from the movie, you left to the washroom.

there were people in the ladies room as well, but they eventually left one by one.

you hung your head over the toilet seat, just waiting for your body to give in.

it was probably best to hide out in the stall for the remainder of the movie, you figured.

and that you tried to do, until saeyoung became suspicious and started looking for you 20 minutes later.

after searching the halls, the only reasonable conclusion left was that you were in the washroom.

he became worried that you were ill and needed help.

hence why he stood outside the door, yelling your name inside.

it caught you off guard, you weren’t ready to face him yet and have an excuse prepared.

though you didn’t have long to stay in your thoughts for long once he yelled your name out again.

leaving your safe area for the foreseeable future, you hesitantly went outside.

the red lining your eyes and your skin beginning to pale was the first thing that came to his attention as you met him outside.

“are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of fright.

“my stomach hurts” you answered, while not technically lying.

you didn’t want to come across as ruining the night by your own fear.

“i’m sorry” you let out, the guilt getting to you.

he hugged you, saying “don’t apologize, please, we’ll go home”.

he didn‘t know exactly why you became sick, but he knew better than to keep you in public while being so sick.

once you arrived home, he asked “did you catch something?” caressing your leg as you sat beside him in the parked car.

“umm” you thought for a second, “i think so”.

he looked you dead in the eye, a full minute passing by, before responding “you’re not a very good liar”.

you looked at him in confusion, trying to pass your lie off as reality.

“please, tell me the truth” he pleaded.

now you were hurting him, you thought.

your lies were too see-through to continue with this, hence why you fessed up.

“my anxiety got the best of me, there were too many people there, it made me sick” you confessed.

you felt the comfort of a hand on your shoulder within a second, feeling shitty for ending your date early.

“i understand” he said, continuing “we can have an even better night at home instead”.

you smiled, glad to see him okay with the current situation.

“of course, thank you” you said.

the rest of the night was full of sweets and cuddles, watching a fluffy drama on the tv.

you fell asleep on the couch together, awoken by saeran the next morning wanting to sit down within saeyoungs foot in his lap.

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20:00 AST - 09/06/21

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samwilsonsbabymama · 3 years

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can you write something with angel or spooky about how the reader can’t orgasm so she’s been faking it and they find out

18+

Pairing: Angel x Black reader (anyone can read it)

Summary: See ask

Warnings: Lying (but not bad), smut, forced orgasms (but all adults are consenting and have a safe word in place even though it’s not stated), smoking, and I think that’s it

A/N: So this has been in my inbox for a few months and I FINALLY was able to write something for it. Sorry it took so long and hopefully you’re still around to read it!

You walked around the beauty supply store with your best friend, Tonya, looking for some hair since you had convinced her to braid your hair. The two of you had been hanging out all day and the beauty supply was your final stop.

“What do you mean, ‘you faked it’?” She whisper-shouted at you. The look on her face was incredulous, as if she was shocked that you had ever faked an orgasm with Angel.

“Exactly that,” you mumbled as you reached for a pack of hair. You wondered if you should try a new color with this style. You could feel her staring at you waiting for you to continue.

“I mean,” you began as you grabbed a few more packs of hair. “Angel is amazing and most times I do cum, but the last few times it just wasn’t… good.”

Tonya hummed as she watched you. “Did you talk to him about it?”

You shook your head ‘no’. “There’s nothing to talk about cause he doesn’t even know.”

The conversation moved on and the two of you finished shopping and headed back to your house. You were surprised to find Angel sitting on your front porch smoking a cigarette. You walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before he pulled you onto his lap.

“Hey, Angel,” Tonya greeted.

Angel lifted his chin in greeting but continued smoking as you described the hairstyle that Tonya was about to do for you. Your fingers scratched Angel’s head as you and Tonya continued to talk, not taking note that Angel still hadn’t said a word.

When Angel pulled out his third cigarette, you finally realized something was off.

“Hey, Tonya, do you mind if we push this back until tomorrow?” You felt Angel squeeze your thigh a few times as if he had been waiting for you to say that.

“Yeah, no problem girl. I’ll come over around 2,” she said and you stood up for a hug. “Bye, Angel!” She waved before turning to walk away.

The two of you sat there for a few minutes after Tonya drove away before you finally spoke.

“So you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” You said as you turned to face him. He blew out a puff of smoke but continued to stay silent. “Well, I’m gonna go start dinner. I’ll make enough for you to take some to EZ.” You moved to get up from his lap but he continued to hold you there.

“You know,” he finally said, after blowing out another puff of smoke. “I’ve told you multiple times before that you should make sure that your phone is locked before you put it in your pocket.”

You crinkle your eyes in confusion, “What are you talking about, Angel?”

Again, he didn’t say anything, but instead, pulled out his phone and went to his voicemail. When he pressed ‘play’ your voice got stuck in your throat. You sat there silent as you heard yourself tell Tonya that you’d faked your orgasm with Angel the other night.

“Ok, let me explain,” you tried to bargain but he shushed you and stomped out his smoke before lifting you and waking you straight to your bedroom.

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The two of you had been at it for hours. Angel pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, but he wanted more. Tears fell from your eyes as you begged for him to listen to reason.

“Angel! Please!” You cried.

“Nah, mama,” he responded as he thrusted into you. “I don’t know if those were real.” He continued to thrust into you, grunting each time he bottomed out. His hands gripped your hips as he moved. You reached up and pulled him into a kiss but before either of you got lost in it, he pulled away and continued to thrust into you.

“Baby, they were! All of them!” You yelled as you felt another orgasm begin to bloom.

He shook his head, “Nah, I don’t believe you.” He bit his lip as you came around him, his thrusts finally slowing as he watched you come undone.

Before you came down from your high, he flipped you over and slid back into you.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed as he continued to fuck you.

“Was that a real one, baby? Or are you still faking?” His voice growled into your ear.

“I’m sorry!” You cried.

“What are you sorry for?” He asked, his thrusts slowed, giving you a chance to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry for lying,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” he replied as he continued to give you long, deep strokes. “Now give me one more, and I’ll believe you.”

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A/N 2: I you ‘liked’ it, please reblog or leave a comment/reply

#maree writes #I’ll add tags later #angel Reyes x black reader

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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What's a Knife Between Onscreen Family // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Filming an emotionally wrought scene on the set of your current role as a regular goes very wrong very fast. Expecting the scene to be the most taxing of the day you find yourself in the ER getting a transfusion. It’s all fun and games until someone’s holding a sharp knife incorrectly, guess it’s just something in common with co-star Jared Padalecki.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, fear, injuries, hospital, needles, angst, and fluff

Words: 3.5k (including lyrics)

A/N: I watched a part of a panel from a Supernatural con and found it hilarious that Jensen accidently stabbed Jared. So I had to write that for a Charlie Gillespie fic. Link to the video talking about the stabbing is right below this message.

Jensen Ackles Accidentally Stabbed Jared Padalecki during filming From 1:00-6:00

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It had to be one of the most emotionally taxing scenes in your entire career as an actress on a physically demanding show. The scene had been incredibly mentally draining the daughter of a Winchester. It had been once season recurring, one series regular and now filming the third season. As the teenage Winchester, it threw a wrench in all the plans and the reckless character gave no shits.

“Okay, this is our last scene for the day!” Robert Singer, the director of his episode, called out from off stage. Standing at the top of the stairs in the Bunker, you jumped in close with a scrunched nose at the squishy sound.

Over the railing, both Jared and Jensen nodded their support from the ground level with concerned expressions. Ever since you joined the cast in season 13, they had become fathers to you. The sight of you drenched in stage blood was enough to churn their stomachs.

“I gave you the barebones of the scene so work with it. Briar’s traumatized after fighting for her life and has been gone for a while.” Robert explained, “Cas couldn’t find her. I want this to be a tribute like Dean in season 10 episode 14: The Executioner’s Song.”

Taking a deep breath in your emotions channelled into a hurricane in your chest, clenching your fingers on the knife.

“Action!”

Pacing the floor plan of the Bunker is two brothers bonded by sorrow, pain, sacrifice and love. Each throwing out locations on where Briar could be, Jack and Cas had been little help. Sam’s heart clenched tight bypassing images straight to torture. The kind of torture he had endured over the years.

Dean’s mouth opened to suggest another place when the Bunker door creaked open. The red converse appeared before the soggy jeans as the teen slowly made her way down the steps. Briar Winchester shook like a leaf staring off in the distance as the blood congealed on her face and hands.

“Briar.” Dean slowly spoke, moving towards the girl. His green eyes lit up in fury as the seventeen-year-old flinched back. Dean’s hand gently took the stained knife from the young girl.

“I-I didn’t mean to do it.” The meek voice appeared so unlike the usual confidence Briar talked with. In exhaustion, Briar’s knees collapsed, sending the teen right into Dean’s arms.

The stoic man gripped the youngest Winchester as his waist bearing her weight against his while Sam circled to be behind Dean. The choked sob echoed by another escaped the family huddle; one from Briar and the other from Dean.

“Dad.” Briar choked clenching her arms around the green-eyed adult’s shoulders, craving the safety of her father.

Ever since Dean could remember he had had a strict rule of always practising safe sex, he didn’t want a kid. Not in a world that had it out for Winchesters and not one where he might hold his child’s dead body in his arms. That all changed when Cas delivered Dean to a county jail where Briar was held just for a minor assault charge on a wealthy bully.

Dean never let himself want a future with the picket fence and the dog in the backyard but when Briar changed that. Dean would do anything for his family no matter the cost. Example: Selling his soul for Sam.

“Sh.” Dean spoke kissing the crown of her hair he savoured having his child safe in his arms, “I’ll help you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. We’ll heat some soup and toast.”

On autopilot, Dean helped Briar down the hall to the bathroom where she would freshen up and later burn the unsalvageable clothing. As Dean returned to Sam’s side, Castiel came with a sombre expression and an explanation.

“Dean. Sam.” Cas greeted them, flicking his blue gaze between the two brothers. The faint sound of the shower only picked up by the trained heightened sense of hearing from years of watching over their backs.

“Cas what the hell happened?” Dean demanded, “Why the hell is my little girl bruised and coated in blood?”

END FILMING SCENE

“Cut!” Robert called out to the large room with a big smile on his face, “I’ll watch it back. See if we need more takes.”

Jared and Jensen wiped the tears that fell from their cheeks just thinking on how wrought that scene felt. As fathers seeing a young adult in such a state severely agonized them. The duo jogged to see your back against the cold wall—a pinched expression marring your young face.

“How are you feeling after that?” Jensen asked, coming closer to squeeze your shoulders unfazed by the sticky fake blood. It was already all over his clothes from hugging you in character.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to have sharp objects.” You spoke glancing down at your knee that had been punctured by the knife. The dark jeans soaked in stage blood now concealed the real blood.

“Jensen, did you really stab another person.” Jared deadpanned his best friend referencing back a few years. Jared shoved one hand through his hair, receiving a nasty glare from the hairstylist on call.

The glare on Jensen’s face blistered the taller actor, “I didn’t stab you. You walked into the knife.”

The two bickered as they guided you back to the main stage where Robert had reached a final verdict. He had watched the replay twice along with his crew finding the raw emotion to be perfect. The little detail the three had added was well played. Dean unexpectedly consoling his daughter in tears; no threats to kill or push her to tell him what happened. The first time Briar referring to Dean as her father. Lastly, Sam’s unsure actions in consoling a young girl sucked into life like he was in his youth.

“We got a one-take winner!” Robert called out sending the entire crowd into loud applause and cheers. Jared taking most of your weight as you hobbled to the costume trailer.

The lovely costume designers helped remove the sticky shirt, jewellery and the red converse that had once been white. Only the jeans remained on your body to not mess with the wound. As much as you’d love to shower the blood off, it was near impossible, moving your knee stung and it was best to avoid aggravating it.

“Someone needs to ban Jensen from knives. Just wait till his wife finds out about this, she adores Y/N.” Martha chuckled from her sketches she designed on her breaks for a future in fashion design. Often in your free time, you would be her guinea pig with her designs using refurbished material.

Normally the banter would continue but not when your leg was bleeding, and Jared was taking you to the ER. To make time faster, Jared had scooped you into his arms to the black car their driver waited in.

“Towels are in place. Sorry, you got hurt, Kid.” Clif spoke, opening the door to the backseat where Jensen sat patiently. Unlike usual, he had seated himself in the front so you could stretch in the back.

A weak chuckle met air in the packed car from the blood loss that wasn’t overly bad but enough that Jared took the towel. His pressure on the wound caused a yelp that had Jensen flinching in guilt.

“The knife must have been sharp to cut a mouse in half,” Clif muttered turning towards the hospital close to set. Coincidently the drive took you passed the set your boyfriend currently filmed at.

“Might as well call me butter.” You retorted wincing at the throbbing pain, “You aren’t allowed any more sharp objects, Mr. Ackles.”

“Danneel already threatened to hide all the knives in the house.” The on-screen father laughed as the tension decreased in the small car. Despite the dizziness, it didn’t hide the guilt in Jensen’s green eyes.

Time flew by as you found yourself in a bed for observation and pictures for the knee. It came as a shock when the doctor requested one blood transfusion for the blood loss. The hope of being in and out had evaporated like water beads on a blistering summer day.

Julie and the Phantoms Set

Charlie adored his life as an actor where he was free to visit places, he might not have had the opportunity to do. He made friends with everyone he spoke to and even met the love of his life as an actor as well.

That being said today had been the longest one with a full schedule and barely time for lunch or snacks. Even a nap was unachievable, and he desperately wanted one for being awake for hours by now.

“Charlie! Did you know you’ve got missed calls?” Jeremy inquired, staring at the phone that went black once more. Charlie’s eyebrows came together at the mention. His family had the rough outline of times he would be unavailable to talk.

Stepping back from the craft table’s supper options, he lifted the phone from the table, bringing it to life. His lock screen showing multiple missed calls and voicemails from you, his family and two unknown numbers.

His jaw dropped further when Meghan called for the first time out of the group, “Megs?”

“Finally! Where have you been?” Meghan demanded pacing in the studio she had been using when she got the call. The pretty and successful young woman had gotten terrified at learning about Y/N.

“Filming? It’s the longest day of filming the show. It’s on the family schedule.” Charlie spoke, settling into one of the empty tables. His eyes watching the people entering and exiting the tent set up for food.

“Jesus. Mom called me when you didn’t pick up. Y/N’s in the hospital.” Meghan revealed sending the Canadian actor into a stiff posture. His hazel eyes blow wide and panic flooding his entire system.

“What?!” Charlie didn’t mean to shout nor turn paler than a piece of white paper, but it happened. The volume contracting looks from everyone in the vicinity. Owen even dropped the donut back in the box by the volume.

“She got stabbed with a knife. I sent the address earlier, and I haven’t gotten a lot of info.” Meghan told her older brother, “I know she’s getting a blood transfusion, but nothing else was released.”

Charlie couldn’t tell you what happened between Meghan telling him and reaching the hospital frantically. Nor could he figure out how Owen was in the back of the Uber with him guiding him through exercises; all thanks to Owen’s therapist for his anxiety.

His sneakers squeaked on the polished white floor in his mission to the receptionist transferring information from a chart to digital. Charlie’s painting brought him attention from the kind nurse acknowledging his presence.

“Just let me finish this one sentence.” The nurse hummed saving the information before turning their full attention to the frazzled male, “How can I help you?”

“What room is Y/N Y/L/N in? She was stabbed and needed a transfusion.” Charlie demanded deflating as Owen placed a hand on his shoulder. The Canadian’s eyes bright with panic and a deep fear

The nurse’s eyes softened, “I can’t give out information on patients unless your immediate family members.”

“I’m here-“

“Husband! He’s her husband, they eloped so she hasn’t changed her last name or updated her information.” Owen blurted out, rubbing the pad of his index finger on the black jeans he had worn for his role. The two hadn’t even bothered changing into their street clothing.

The nurse nodded their head-turning back to the computer to enter the name for the patient for the information. It took seconds before the nurse wrote on the miscellaneous sticky note of the ward and room number.

“My name is Riley. If you need any help, you can come back here, and I’ll do my best to give you answers.” Nurse Riley informed the duo with a kind smile nodding in the direction of your hospital room.

Owen’s long legs ate up the distance Charlie made in his sprint to the stairwell, “Shouldn’t we take the elevator?”

“My girlfriend is in a hospital bed. I can’t wait for an elevator.” Charlie rebuked the suggestion on the second flight. Owen’s sigh was the last sound made as the duo slammed into the door to the floor level.

Charlie and Owen appeared in the doorway of your hospital room panting from the exertion meeting the gaze of two actors. Charlie’s heart stuttered at the sight of the high volume of blood in your clothing and your hair.

The sharp gasp brought your attention to the shaking Canadian actor solely focused on scanning for wounds. His eyes barely staying on the two adult males you had been starring with for a few years. Schedule conflicts often led to no introduction to each other’s co-stars.

“What the hell?” Charlie choked stumbling to the chair beside your hospital bed next to the pole holding a blood bag, “Did you get mugged? Are you okay?”

“Char, take a breath, man.” Owen’s blue eyes shadowed with the worry as Charlie’s breathing shuddered. Owen could barely look at you covered in blood.

“Whoa! Charlie. I’m fine. This is stage blood. We had an intense scene, and there was a minor accident.” Your voice soothed the man gently taking Charlie’s hand to comfort him, “I lost a bit of blood. The doctor decided to give me a blood transfusion to bring my levels back up a bit before stitching it up.”

“How do you get stabbed accidently?” Owen questioned glancing at the two men standing silently in the corner. Due to contracts on the Supernatural set details of scenes and storylines was off-limits.

“Well, during filming, I took a knife from her, and she walked into the blade?” Jensen trailed off, shoving his elbow into Jared’s side at the scoff. It happened every time it was brought up.

“I-“Charlie blinked, shaking his head as he took a deep sigh in pushing that to the back burner to focus solely on you. His hand rubbed his face while he settled on squeezing your one hand in both of his.

The touch of your skin grounding him back to earth with the shattering visions of walking into the world without you. It would be both ways, the second his calloused warm skin brushed your hands; it was like the pain faded. Only a sense of content settled in your weary bones.

“Okay Miss Y/L/N.” Dr. Clancy walked into the room only halting to grab a pair of medical gloves, “I see your entourage grew. I’m Doctor Jim Clancy, and you must be Miss Y/L/N’s husband.”

Three pairs of eyes widened at the doctor’s words aimed towards the brunette actor turning a blushing mess. The words mouthed by Charlie to go with it gave barely any insight, but you did it. The moment you had a free minute with Charlie, you would interrogate him in the new title you had.

“Yeah, my husband.” You spoke flicking an expression to Jensen and Jared that caught on from the years together. They had taken you under their wing on your first day on set, and then you became family with their immediate family.

“I can confirm that my initial observation is that the wound doesn’t have anything that shouldn’t be in there. We stopped the bleeding, the x-ray came clean, we’ll set you up with IV fluid, and tetanus shot to be safe.”

“Nurse Gellar here will cut the rest of the jeans off, get you in a gown for a few hours of observation. Just a precaution for blood transfusions. We’ll have some scrubs you can wear when you can leave.” Dr. Clancy motioned to the tall redhead with a quiet demeanour.

Charlie’s lips lingered on your temple at the fear that flared in your expressive eyes, he would give anything to take your place. He softly sang your couple song as a whimper fell from your lips as the jean tugged the dried blood from the wound. The painful pressure felt as you guessed it had started to bleed again, the feel of liquid rolling down your skin, confirming it.

“I’ll sing anything.” Charlie whispered going through his mental catalogue of songs on your shared playlist, “Oh!”

I’m booking myself a one-way flight

I gotta see the color in your eyes

And telling myself I’m gonna be alright

Without you baby is a waste of time

The tears falling no longer came from the pain but the sheer amount of love you had for the man there. Eyes glittering with pure adoration as his voice came off absolutely heart-melting. So, lost in each other neither of you noticed Owen had been filming from the moment Charlie had said ‘oh’.

Yeah, our first date, girl, the seasons changed

It got washed away in a summer rain

You can’t undo a fall like this

’Cause love don’t know what distance is

Yeah, I know it’s crazy

Charlie’s hand slowly slid up your arms to cup your tear-streaked tacky cheeks in his warm grip. The hospital faded as it became just you and Charlie. Completely oblivious at the audience in the room.

“He loves her,” Jensen whispered to Jared out of the camera frame that the blonde-haired kid’s phone. It was such a pure moment it felt disrespectful to see this exchange but also honoured to see it firsthand.

“I’ve only seen the look in your eyes for Danneel,” Jared replied, cupping his hands over his face listening to the near inaudible wet chuckle you gave.

“As I have between you and Gen. They have the real kind of love.”

But I don’t want “good”, and I don’t want “good enough.”

I want “can’t sleep, can’t breathe without your love”

Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn’t make sense to anybody else

“Charlie.” You sobbed at the best part of your life serenading you in such a romantic moment at the odd setting—his hazel gaze greener in what would come to be a very dear memory to reminisce about.

The calloused thumb caressing your cheek wiping a teardrop away he continued to see as the doctor finished suturing the wound.

Nothing mattered other than the couple currently in a bubble.

Who cares if you’re all I think about,

I’ve searched the world and I know now,

It ain’t right if you ain’t lost your mind.

Yeah, I don’t want easy, I want crazy

Are you with me baby? Let’s be crazy

Charlie’s voice faded with the rest of the song bringing you back to reality with the nurse cleaning up around the wound. That’s how the rest of the day went on waiting for the blood transfusion and IV fluids to finish. You stuffed the tetanus shot while Charlie sang between different genres.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke with Charlie being the only one left in the room with you.

Owen had headed back to their set to finish a scene while giving the updates on you while Jared and Jensen grabbed food. J2 had been very clear they would get Martha to grab some clothing for when they came back. Jensen was determined to deliver you to your home as the first action to make it up to you.

“For what?” Charlie questioned as your index and thumb picked at the cuticles of the opposite hand. Your eyes were hidden from your boyfriend’s gaze.

“For dropping everything to be here.” The words were quiet in the room only filled with breathing and the heart machine you had to be hooked up to.

“My girl-“

“Don’t you mean wife?” You teased brushing a lock of his hair from his forehead taking in the man you had the honor of loving. Of waking up next to in the apartment, you’d been renting ever since you landed the role on Supernatural; overtime Charlie’s things had just accumulated there.

“It was the only way they’d let me in.” Charlie spoke sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, “It’s a little early to call you, but I’m excited to make you my last girlfriend and then my only wife.”

The chuckle fell from your lips, “So, you want to marry me?”

“In front of all our family and friends. Tucked away from the media to celebrate the love we have for each other.” Charlie spoke, “There’s no one else I’d like by my side for the rest of my life.”

A new flood of tears welled at the sincerity in his voice and the warmth laden in his eyes of kaleidoscope colours. Sometimes, depending on his emotion or his clothing, his eyes would be greener, or when he was happy, they had a blue tinge in the green in sadness or your favourite; brown with the swirls of green.

“How did I get so lucky to have the absolute honour to fall in love with you?” Your words created a swell of emotion in the Canadian’s heart.

“The same way whatever deities there are took pity on a boy from Dieppe by bringing him an angel.” Charlie words preceded the kiss on your lips with a grin as you chased his lips after. With one last peck, he leaned back with a fond expression.

“Seriously how do you get stabbed accidently?” Charlie chortled with that gorgeous smile lighting up the room more than the white lights.

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turtleedovee · 3 years

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Life Has a Funny Way of Working Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Chapter 2

Word Count: 3,111

Warnings: Cursing, abuse, angst, small descriptions of blood and bruises, shouting, breaking things (that’s about it but if you guys have anything else i’ll gladly add it to the list)

A/N: this is my first bucky fic ahh! idk if i’ve ever posted any fanfics on this blog before which is crazy. i was thinking of making a side blog but whatever it works here. this is gonna be a series of sorts. maybe three chapters, 4? we’ll see. reader is a female and has powers oOoOoo. i’ll post this on AO3 as well so check out my account on there too! i’ll reblog this post with the ao3 link once i publish it on there if you wanna leave kudos or see my other work 👀but anyways i’m done talking, i hope you enjoy! (not my gif)

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

You sighed at your boyfriend’s anger and frustration, you didn’t blame him of course, you had just told him you wanted to break up.

“Please just calm down and let’s talk about this-” You tapped the table lightly, signaling him to just take a seat because he wouldn’t stop pacing back and forth.

“No, I’m not gonna sit down, what the hell? Why are you doing this to me?” He ran his hand down his face; you were really hoping this wouldn’t turn into some big thing but life has a funny way of working out.

“We talked about this. You are constantly complaining about me not being around enough because you just want to hang out with me, which is sweet of you, but after thinking about it, I am not what you need right now, I can’t be an attentive girlfriend right now and you know why.” You tried to reason with him but he was still standing up, all jittery. You really did think about this long and hard; he was always upset about you being away on missions constantly but you had warned him about that the first time you both went on a date.

“Yeah, yeah whatever you save the fucking world, then why did you decide to put me through this if you knew you weren’t gonna be around.” He accused you.

“Wow.” You were starting to get upset, standing up you started defending yourself. “I told you what we were in for if we started dating, you told me you didn’t care and wanted to be with me either way. So you knew this was going to be difficult, now I’m giving you an out. You can go be with someone who will be there for you alright? I can’t be that for you and I’m sorry.” He scoffed and turned away from you, after a couple of seconds of silence he turned around and looked at you in shock.

“Oh my god.”

You shook your head confused. “What?”

“You’ve been cheating on me.”

“What!?” Now it was your turn to shout. You could not believe how and where he drew his conclusion.

“No yeah, yeah!” He shouted as if he was trying to convince himself of this. “You constantly hang around this boy’s clubs all the time and what? I’m supposed to believe you’re just going on missions?” He said stepping forward.

You scoffed, honestly amazed as to how he was trying to blame this on you. “Yes! I am away trying not to die constantly to save the world your ass is living in.” You shouted, you clenched your fist so angry as to how this was the same guy who brought you flowers after you came back from your first mission while you two were a couple.

“Oh so now this is my fault.” He waved his arms around, exasperated. “Honestly how am I supposed to believe you.”

“You’re supposed to believe me because I wouldn’t lie to you. Because we’re in a relationship, isn’t that what it’s all about? Trust? I can not believe we are having this conversation right now.” You stepped closer now, just tired of this whole evening.

“Well if you didn’t want to have this conversation maybe you shouldn’t have decided to dump me.” He yelled and then did the most childish thing you could think of: he punched your wall and made a hole in the column right next to the kitchen.

Now you were angry, mainly because you were going to have to pay to have that fixed, or else your landlady would never let you hear the end of it, but also because he was acting like a child. “I decided to end this relationship because I couldn’t be the girlfriend you wanted me to be. You are constantly bitching and moaning that I don’t give you enough attention while I’m out there busting my ass working tirelessly day and night trying to oh I don’t know, save the damn world you live in and you decide to just complain about how you don’t have anyone to watch a movie with you? Honestly dating you had been like having a second job, fuck you-” Suddenly he turned around and swung at you.

Not a slap, it was a punch. He hit you with his right hand and hit the left side of your face, you’ve always been told to expect punches and hits, hell, one of the first rules you learned was to always protect the face. But no training could ever prepare you for the person that you cared for most would decide to swing at you.

The impact was enough to turn you around and almost cause you to fall but the couch was on your right-hand side so as your body motioned to the right you instinctively reached out for the couch and balanced yourself.

You reached out to touch the spot where he hit and realized he broke some skin. As you removed your hand from the side of your face you realized that there was a little bit of blood. You didn’t look at him, trying to compose yourself and not explode.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

You should’ve used your powers

You reacted too slowly

Your powers could’ve stopped him

You should’ve broken up with him in public

He wouldn’t hit you in front of random strangers like he did now… right?

A million and one things ran through your head but finally, after an excruciating 5 seconds of silence, you spoke quietly. “Get out.”

He looked at you as if he was confused as to what you meant by that, but still, he did not move.

“I said get out. Now.” You turned to him, stared him dead in the eye, and pointed to the door. “We’re done. I want you to leave and never speak to me again.”

He shook his head and began to talk, “Babe, c’mon you know I didn’t mean it.” He started walking closer to you and reached out for your arm, but you were ready this time.

You lurched your arm forward and up, lifting the now terrified man in the air, he knew about your powers and what they could do, but you promised to never use them on him; now those promises meant nothing to you.

“I told you to leave. You refuse to listen so here is how this is going to go,” You tilted your head slightly to the right and lifted him up higher, he tried moving his arms but your powers kept them to the side of his body, “you are going to leave. I don’t ever want to see you again, don’t look for me, don’t talk to me, do not even breathe the same fucking air as me. And if I ever see you in my line of sight again, I will not hesitate to end you. Are we clear?” He just stayed there staring at you. “Oh, and I almost forgot.” Using your free hand you motioned it up and to the side, two keys coming out of his pocket and landing in your hand. It was the spare keys you gave him when you first moved to the apartment so that way he could wait for you until you got home. “I’ll be needing these back, thank you.” Putting them away safely in your pocket, now ensuring he won’t be able to get into your apartment complex again. “Now leave.” Once again using your free hand you waved and the door began to open inwards revealing the empty hall. You moved your hand that held him in place towards it and launched him forward, his back hitting the wall. The last thing you saw was him starting to get up but you didn’t give him much of a chance to do anything else until waved for the door to close. Finally letting out the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in, you ran for the door and double-locked it; turning around and resting your back against the door breathing heavily, you stayed there trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

This man was stubborn as hell and you hated him for that. He stayed at your door for god knows how long, occasionally weeping and saying he was sorry for what he did, begging you to let him back inside to talk it out, to bangs on the door and screams shouting things at you whether calling you a “slut” or saying that he straight-up hated you. You were starting to regret asking Fury to find you a complex that had no other tenants on the same floor because you knew by now someone would’ve heard and called to complain, but since the complex was four stories and you were in the building furthest from the staircase, no one could hear anything.

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He checked his phone for the third time in the last 5 minutes

Sent 1 hour ago

Shit…

He turned off his phone and threw his head back sighing. His partner now getting annoyed.

“Look man, don’t worry about it maybe she got just forgot or something,” Sam spoke, looking at Bucky who’s stare stayed unwavering at the ceiling.

“I don’t like it, Sam, she said she would text us once she finished breaking up with that douche bag.” Checking his phone once more, all that stared back was the 4 texts he had sent back to back constantly checking in. You had told him not to call but part of him itched to just hit the dial button and make sure you were okay.

“She’ll call us when she’s ready to talk, so just give her some space.” Sam tried to ease his nerves, but Bucky knew something was off, he felt it in his gut. It wasn’t like you to just not leave a message in case nothing happened.

“I’m gonna go check on her.” Bucky began to get up from the couch.

“Buck-” Sam warned.

“She said she was gonna text us once she finished dumping that guy, that was 3 hours ago and we haven’t heard anything from her. If it’s nothing then I’ll come back.” Bucky grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. Sam only shook his head knowing he couldn’t stop him now.

“Fine, but be careful alright. If this guy is still there by the time you come I don’t think he’ll be very happy to see you.” Sam chuckled a little.

But Bucky rolled his eyes and headed out.

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He arrived at your apartment complex in a little under 15 minutes, trying really hard not to break any traffic laws. But it didn’t matter after what felt like forever he looked at the building now shrouded in darkness since the sun had set less than half an hour ago. He tried looking for your window to see any signs of people in there, not getting very far he decided to go up to your door and knock.

This building was not the most secure in the world. The front gate that led to every tenant space was left open so getting in was a breeze. After climbing a few sets of stairs he finally reached your door. The first thing he noticed was the dent on the wall that wasn’t there the last time he came to visit. He tried looking under the door to see any movement but all he saw was something dark standing in front of the door. But didn’t hear anyone speaking; so he just decided to knock quietly hoping you would answer and explain how you were just fine and how everything had gone well.

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Today couldn’t have been any worse

You heard another knock.

Dear fucking god can he not quit

It had been nearly 5 minutes since you heard the last knock and wanted to look to see if he was finally gone but something in your body told you not to move. You have never been this paralyzed in fear. You had gone through worse things before in your life as an Avenger but those guys were bad, they meant to do harm and had no reason to give you any false sense of security, but he did.

Knock knock knock

You couldn’t take it anymore. He had been at the door for over an hour and you just wanted to be left alone, so you got up created a ball of pure energy in your hand made solely out of anger, just ready to blast the ever-living shit out of him.

You began to open the door and started to wind your hand back ready to launch the ball of energy in his face, “I thought I told you to leave me the fu-”

“Woah Woah Woah-!” You heard a voice say, and when you actually looked at who it was you realized it wasn’t your now ex.

“Bucky?” You asked in disbelief, still ready to launch your hand forward at any second. He held his gloved hands above him to cover his face from being blasted right off. “What’re you doing here?”

“I came to check up on you. You weren’t answering your messages so I got worried.” He said, slowly lowering his hands.

You followed his movement lowering your own raised hand and dispelled the energy ball, fading away just like your anger.

You sighed in relief. “Oh,” you started realizing that he could probably see the mark on your face so you slowly rested the left side of your face on the door, slightly flinching at the contact, not expecting it to hurt as much, you hoped Bucky didn’t notice. “Well, uh, everything is fine.” You told him, giving a small smile.

He tried looking inside, “You sure?”

“Yes I am very sure, it all went smoothly.” You knew lying was going to get you nowhere with him, he was pretty perceptive.

“Okay, so you wouldn’t mind letting me in?” He pressed on, he knew he was getting nowhere standing outside the door, while you were inside desperately trying to hide something.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, trying not to alert him of anything going wrong, but you knew if you told him he couldn’t come in he would suspect something and the last thing you wanted was for this to turn into something worse than it already was.

“Of course, come on in.” You opened the door gesturing to come in, already regretting your decision.

“So, who were you trying to blast?” Bucky asked as you let him in, he examined the living room, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Your beige couch was slightly slanted forward but other than that everything else seemed to be in place, he did notice however, you having your back towards him, not making eye contact.

“Hmm?” You asked slightly distracted. “Oh, uh my neighbor’s kids, you know they keep running up and down the stairs and hallway.” You said, hoping he believed you, though you wouldn’t even believe your own lie given how shaky your voice was getting,

You cleared your throat, “Want some tea? I’m gonna make some right now.” Hoping a distraction would get you through this.

“No thank you I’m good, so uh, what did he say when you decided to break it off with him?” Bucky asked.

You weren’t ready to discuss this now, but what choice did you have, you could tell he was getting suspicious about something, so you just had to convince him it was nothing.

“Oh you know, he was upset obviously, but what’re you going to do.” You tried sounding nonchalant about the whole thing, you talked all the while putting water in the kettle and put it on the stove to boil. “He was upset but understood why I did it, and then uh, left.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Mhmm.” You spoke, the kettle starting to scream a little, grabbing your mug.

“So, if he just up and left without any struggle… then who made this hole in the wall?” Bucky asked as he tapped the wall with his knuckle.

Your fingers slipped and you dropped your mug, first hitting the counter then smashing into pieces on the floor, the screams of the kettle now almost piercing.

“Shit.” You whispered, for dropping the mug and completely forgetting about the hole he made right before he hit you.

“Woah, hey are you okay?” Bucky turned around and saw you on your knees trying to pick up the broken pieces of the mug you had just dropped.

You were at your tipping point. Everything felt like it was unraveling all at once, you tried picking up the broken pieces of the mug, hardly noticing your tears trickling down and hitting the floor.

Bucky turned off the stove to stop the screaming and went up to you, gently putting his hand on your back. “Hey don’t worry about it okay? It’s just a mug you didn’t mean to drop it.”

“No… no no no, I wasn’t careful enough, I should’ve been nicer and more careful, this is all my fault.” You muttered to yourself.

Bucky was starting to think that you weren’t talking about your mug. “Hey, look at me.” He spoke softly and gently lifted your chin and that’s when he first noticed the little bit of dried up blood that was on your left cheek and saw a bruise forming. “Oh god-”

You hated how he stared at you: pity, it was written in his eyes, you really didn’t want anybody to find out, especially him. Most of all, you were embarrassed, embarrassed with everything that happened and how you handled it all.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could say, trying really hard not to break down crying, but it got harder the longer you stayed there on the floor staring at the shattered mug.

“Hey it’s okay, come here.” He wrapped you in a tight hug and that was all it took to get you to release the fear, anger, and sadness that you’ve had bottled up for the last few hours.

And there you two were, sitting on the floor of your kitchen, silently crying into Bucky’s shoulder gently gripping his jacket to steady yourself. Bucky just stared at the shattered mug, a mixture of relief and sadness filling his head; glad he went to check up on you but angry and upset that you have been put through something that dick had caused, and he intended to make his sorry ass pay.

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diaryofabeautyfiend · 3 years

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This is two parts because I got carried away. I wrote this on my phone and proof read as much as I could.

Warnings: cheating, male masturbation, m/f sex, minor spoilers for “Defending Jacob”.

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Plain Gold Ring

“Plain gold ring on his finger he wore

It was where everyone could see

He belonged to someone, but not me

On his hand was a plain gold ring”

-Nina Simone

When the Barbers moved to your building every old bitty in the place was buzzing with excitement. You had loosely followed Jacob Barber’s case as it played out on the evening news. The whole thing was bizarrely too neat and tidy for your liking. You tried to stay out of idle gossip as much as possible. But, when you heard Andy Barber was interviewing for a senior position at your firm, you had questions.

Andy was brought in to interview for a position that you were also interested in. You requested a meeting with your boss and you went in guns blazing. Your poor boss was not ready for all the excitement.

“Am I still being considered for junior partner?”

“Y/n, calm down.” When he saw you winding yourself up, he popped an antacid an a few ibuprofen.

“Calm down? Calm down he says. I’ve been with this firm since I clerked for you in Law school, Stan. I’m the best fit for this role and you know it.”

“I know you are, kid. I’ve been out voted.”

It’s common knowledge that the partners don’t want too many women gunning for their jobs. They already have one token female partner. They didn’t feel the need to add another. You were infuriated. You stomped back to your office and slammed the door.

All of the work you put in. All of the late nights. You don’t have time to even date. And all for what? You had to calm down now because you were starting to cry out of sheer frustration. You took a deep breath and started going through your to do list. With a relatively light schedule you decided to leave for the day. You mumbled something to your assistant about a doctors appointment and headed for the elevator.

You saw some of the senior partners headed your way shaking hands with Andy. You pressed the elevator button furiously trying to avoid them. Could you make it down seventeen flights of stairs in your stilettos? The elevator dinged and you jumped on just as Robert called your name.

As soon as you put your car in gear, your assistant called. You sent her to voicemail. She called again. Declined. Finally she texted call me back ASAP. Emergency. Fuck.

“Caitlan I said I had an appointment. What’s the emergency?”

“Sorry. Mr. Cramer insisted I call. He’s standing by my desk” she whispered. “They want you to have lunch with them today. Maybe it’s about the job.”

“Did you see guy shaking hands with them? That’s the new junior partner. They are asking me to lunch to reject me. Fuck! Where?” You rested your head against the steering wheel.

“Commander’s at 1:00.”

“Fine.” you groaned.

You went home to freshen up and send out your updated resume. You made sure to include “Willing to relocate” at the end to broaden your prospects. You had a friend in Chicago who worked for a very high profile firm. They were always looking for new blood. You shot her a text to let her know you were looking then emailed your resume. The prospect of starting over completely made you nauseous. You would have to go through the ranks and probably waist another five years to get exactly where you were right now.

When you arrived at the restaurant the maître d brought you to the table where Stan, several other senior partners and Andy were waiting. Andy stood up to pull out your chair.

“Gentleman. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Sit down, Y/N. We wanted to introduce you to Andrew Barber.”

“Andy. Please call me Andy. It’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. These guys haven’t stopped talking about you all morning.”

“All good things I hope.” The men laughed and ordered a round of martinis. Good thing you ate a big lunch at home. No one likes a sloppy drunk girl.

“Yes. Well, Y/N, as you may not know Andy has accepted the junior partner position. We would love if you brought him up to speed on anything you’re working on and show him the ropes.”

You were seething. “Of course Mr. Cramer. Happy to.”

“Oh. Good. Let’s order huh? I’m starving.”

You were silent for the rest of lunch ordering two more martinis very dry and a salad. Dressing on the side of course. The men spoke loudly and never even tried to include you in the conversation. You excused yourself to use the restroom. Andy, ever the gentleman, stood up at the same time.

You didn’t go back. Not that it would have mattered. You ordered an Uber and checked your email. You didn’t notice Andy at the valet stand.

“I’m headed back to the office. Need a ride?” he called to you.

“No. I’m good. Thanks though.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” He watched you pace back and forth reading a message almost out loud.

You didn’t look up from your phone. “Shit.” You scowled looking at the screen. You dialed Caitlan’s extension. “Caitlan, Sloan Treadaway’s deposition was moved to today. I need it pushed to Monday.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I figured you would be coming back so I told them it was ok to push it up. I can call them back.”

“No. Don’t bother. I’m on my way back.”

“Looks like you can use a ride after all.” Andy was grinning from ear to ear.

He held the door and rushed around to the other side. You pulled a small bag out of your purse. You freshened your hair, popped some breath mints, lotioned and spritzed away the smell of booze. Andy thought this must be commonplace for you. It’s not easy trying to run with the guys. He could walk into this deposition piss drunk and most people wouldn’t care. You had to be perfect. He always hated that aspect of working in a big firm like this.

“Sorry. I’ll pay to have your car cleaned.” It smelled like you now. Expensive perfume and minty breath. Sweet but not sickly so. He inhaled letting his nostrils flair breathing you in. “Don’t want your wife to be pissed.”

“Lori? Don’t worry about her. She’ll understand.”

“How is she doing with her job search?”

“Doing ok. Thanks for asking. She’s interviewed with a few places.”

“She worked for a non profit right?” When he looked at you quizzically, you quickly explained yourself. “I hear things. Anyway. I know the director of a non profit organization that might be a great fit for her. I’ll pass along her information.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate it. Stan told me you were the front runner for this position. I know how hard it is for women in this industry. I want to say how sorry I am…”

“Let me stop you there. First of all, don’t be sorry. You’re high profile and a damn good litigator. They would be stupid not to offer you the moon. You’re over qualified for this job. You didn’t come here gunning for me. I’ll be fine. Besides, a few of these old bags have one foot in the grave. It won’t be long for me.”

Andy smiled at you but still kind of felt like shit at the way the firm treated you. When you pulled into the garage you offered a quick thanks and rushed into the building to prepare.

Andy stayed behind for a bit. He spent a few precious moments breathing in your scent, letting it linger and wash over him. He hoped his clothes would smell a little like you. Stan said you were a “fire cracker”. Andy always hated that analogy. He knew by the way the group of men talked about you that he would like you. Your quick banter in the car confirmed it. Throughout the rest of the day you would invade his thoughts. He and Lori were still married but their relationship was long over. You had excited him more in a couple of hours than she had in years. When he got home he didn’t eat dinner or speak to anyone. He went right to his room where he replayed your exchange over and over. The ghost of your perfume lingered on his shirt. Both of your scents mixed together gave him a raging hard on. He kept your shirt over his face while he fisted his cock.

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The next morning you decided to face the day with a fresher attitude. Sometime yesterday you heard from your friend. She was thrilled that you reached out to her. She has been trying to get you out there for a while. Knowing that you had a solid backup plan was giving your hair volume and clearing your skin.

You thought you were early but Andy was already in your office waiting for you.

“Morning, Mr. Barber.” God he loved how you said that.

He scoffed, “Andy. Please. I brought you a coffee. I hope it’s ok. I got your order from Caitlan. I thought we’d order in lunch today. We have a lot of ground to cover. You should probably let your family know you’ll be missing dinner.”

“I don’t think my dead ficus will worry too much.” Your tone was dry.

“I apologize for the assumption.”

“Not necessary. Though my mother and my therapist would both be pleased to know that I look like someone who could have a family.”

You were funny. You seemed to say whatever thought popped into your head. You had one hell of a poker face though. He didn’t know if you were trying to be funny or if this was just you. When you didn’t look up from your computer screen he didn’t laugh.

As the day wore on you warmed up to him a little. You filled him in on the three big cases you were working on. You were actually going to trial on a very important case soon. He insisted you rehearse your opening statement a hundred times.

During the third run through Andy’s phone was blowing up. He finally turned it off and told you to keep going. He watched you pace around the room and coached you on your stance. “Stand with authority not arrogance.” He chided. He showed you himself then, asked if he could touch your shoulders. “Round them out like this. Good. Back straight. See?” he pointed to your reflection in the window, “It’s not menacing or arrogant. But you look like you’re in charge. You look perfect.” Hell. Was he flirting with you? By the time you looked at the clock it was 9:30.

“Fuck is that the time?” he said with a boisterous yawn.

“Shit. We should pick this up tomorrow.”

“Let’s go get a drink. I’m buying.”

You quirked your eyebrow, “I’m sure your wife and kiddo are dying to see you.”

He stacked some folders neatly on your desk and looked up at you through his lashes, “I’ll be sure to tell my therapist that I look like a guy who has a happy marriage and a good relationship with his kid.”

Your cheeks heated. The way he was looking at you made you sad but it also warmed your insides. “I’m sorry.” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it. We said we would stay together until Jacob went away to school. He pretends to ignore the fact that we have separate bedrooms. We put on happy faces everyday. We’re a typical American family.”

You laughed at his admission. His whole story was so fucked up. You wanted to know everything about him. “You know, I think I will let you buy me a drink.”

“Good girl.” he said in a low voice that went strait to your core. The whole way to the car you repeated a mantra in your head reminding you not to get involved with a married man. It didn’t matter how unhappy they were. But you wanted him. Every time he touched you, your insides would quake.

The bar was packed with regulars from the DA’s office and other firms. You introduced Andy around. The guy was a legitimate pro. He was so smooth working the room. The whole time he kept finding small ways to touch you. The brush of his fingers on your arm his breath against your ear when he asked if wanted another drink. Your heart nearly stopped. You stuck with him for a while until your feet couldn’t stand anymore. Every time he caught your eye from across the room he winked at you.

For the first time in a long time Andy was enjoying himself. Your friends were fun and not at all stuffy like he thought this crowd would be. You were adorable. Your laugh was cute. The way you brushed against him on purpose was cute. You were openly flirting with him the more you drank. He had a massive crush on you. What grown man has a crush these days. He thought maybe if he fucked you and got it out of his system he’d get over it.

Your friend Liz sat down at your table trying to talk to you for a solid minute before you noticed. “Sorry. I was distracted. What were you saying?” She threw her head back laughing at you.

“I said you two would make a gorgeous couple.”

“Stop. He’s married.”

“Happily?”

“That doesn’t matter. Married is married.”

“So that’s a no. He’s been eye fucking you all night. Shoot your shot, darling. We get so few in this life.” The light hit his wedding ring just right making you feel horrible for even entertaining the thought. Do not get involved. You kept chanting it in your head over and over until Andy slid in the booth next to you. He leaned over so he could talk over the din of the crowd.

“Hey, you. Wanna get out of here?”

“You don’t need to bring me home, Andy. I can catch an Uber.” That was such a ridiculous statement since you lived in the same building.

“That’s not what I asked. I said do you wanna get out of here?” His eyes were fixed on your mouth. A salacious grin splayed across his lips just knowing you’d give in.

“Andy. I….” You stuttered over your words. Your brain stopped working when you felt his warm breath on the shell of your ear. “Let’s get out of here.” Your breath hitched in your chest when he touched the small of your back. He payed his tab and lead you out of the bar.

You held hands in the car. His thumb rhythmically traced patterns on your knuckles. Every touch sent bolts of arousal to your aching cunt. It felt electric. You were ready to crawl into his lap by the time you made it into the garage. He parked in his spot and followed behind you to the elevator. You lived two floors below him. You glanced back at Lori’s sensible suv next to his car and felt embarrassed. He caught you looking and stopped you in your tracks. He took your chin in between his thumb and index finger forcing you to look at him.

“I understand if you don’t want to invite me in. I’m asking a lot of you. But I really like you, Y/N. You are funny and intimidatingly smart. And, fuck me, you are fucking stunning. I can go to work tomorrow like nothing happened. Don’t worry about Lori. Worry about what this means working together. Can you handle this?”

Your brain was no longer working and deferred to your pussy for any and all further decisions. You had not had even mediocre sex in six months. You just knew Andy was going to blow your mind. All day you have been working together so well. You challenged each other and he encouraged you when you faltered. Would this change the dynamic at work? Absolutely. Could you handle it? You’re damn right you could.

“I can handle it.”

“Good girl.” You all but sprinted to the elevator. He wouldn’t touch you until you actually got inside of your apartment and closed the door. When you did, he pushed against you and covered your lips with his.

You tasted the golden flavor of beer on his tongue as it probed your mouth. He unbuttoned your blouse and pushed it over your shoulders letting it hit the floor. He kissed his way down the column of your neck to the swell of your breasts. You panted underneath him raking your nails through his hair.

“God you smell incredible. At any point if you don’t want this….”

“Andy, shut up and fuck me.” He growled low in his throat before he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. You could see how hard he was through his impeccably tailored slacks. You unzipped his fly and took the whole throbbing appendage in your mouth.

“Fuck, baby yes.” he hissed. You relaxed your throat muscles and swallowed him deeper. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He moaned your name over and over soaking your panties. “Stop, honey. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

He eased you down onto the bed and undressed you painfully slow. It had been so long since he was intimate with someone, he wanted to take his time. He started with your feet removing your heels and massaging your insteps. His hands ran up the length of your legs to your skirt. He took off your panties first letting the skirt material pool around your waist. “So wet for me. So beautiful.” He slipped two fingers in between your folds hitting everywhere but your clit. He built up a tortuous rhythm that had you begging for relief. He smiled down at you watching completely fall apart. When he dipped his fingers inside of you, you were done. Your orgasm spilled out in one glorious cry. Before you could catch your breath he pulled off your skirt and unhooked your bra. His cock was weeping at the sight of you. A large hand held the back of your neck holding your head in place so you could look at him. Your eyes locked as he buried himself inside of you. There were no more words as he moved inside of you. Only breathless moans and sighs would escape your lips. He increased his pace and your orgasm started building again.

“Fuck. Andy, I’m….fuck!”

“I’m with you, honey. Come with me.” His words were your undoing. You latched your whole body onto him. He held you tight whispering praises in your ear. He kissed you slow and deep easing you back down to Earth. “You ok?”

“I think so.” You both laughed at the sight of yourselves. Sweat glistening off of your skin, lips puffy and kiss swollen. He eased off of you and rubbed your thighs to relax you. You thought he would get dressed and rush out but he crawled under the covers instead.

“Can I stay for a while?” Big arms pulled you down to his chest. He stroked your back softly to help you drift off to sleep.

“I’d like it if you did.” He pressed a kiss onto the top of your head and let his eyes flutter closed.

When dawn found you a few hours later, you were still tangled with each other. You jolted awake panicking because Andy was still in your bed. “Andy, wake up. You stayed all night.”

“I know. What time is it?”

“6:45.”

“Then we have time. Go back to sleep.”

“But Lori…”

“I told you not to worry about her. Get back on this pillow and let me hold you. Please.” The poor guy was so touch starved you guessed. Andy Barber was not a man who did well being single. He loved being in love. He longed for a connection. For passion. He knew those things would sometimes fizzle out of a marriage. But, with you, he couldn’t see that. Your fire matched his fire and Lori was the wet blanket that always snuffed him out.

He supposed that wasn’t really fair. Two people were in their marriage. He worked long hours and spent very little time doing anything but being an ADA and being a dad. He didn’t give the same dedication to being Lori’s partner. The stress of this past year pushed them further apart. He felt obligated to be with her. It was his idea to stay together for Jacob’s sake. He regretted pushing for it.

He pulled you close to his body and wrapped an arm around your waist. He nuzzled your hair and fell back to sleep. You did too.

#andy barber #andy barber x y/n #andy barber smut #defending jacob

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thebiasrekkers · 3 years

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Call You Mine [MYG]

Plot: "I never regretted the day that I called you mine..."

A Min Yoongi/Agust D one-shot.

That's it. That's the summary. I have nothing else to say.

Happy Birthday Min Yoongi!

Rating: PG // SFW

Genre: fluff | romance | idol romance | one-shot

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: None

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Word Count: 1,912

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"Who are you?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Your breathing shifted just now."

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. That was how he always responded when you asked him that. Was it because you knew him so well? Or were you just anxious? Maybe it was a mixture of both. Either way, it was something you didn't want to admit aloud.

Not to yourself. Not to him.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

Of course it mattered!

You didn't respond, determined to get your answer first.

He flashed you a mischievous grin, a bit of his silver fringe falling along the bridge of his nose. "Why don't you guess?"

You felt your lips pulling into a pout, mustering what patience you had to not smack his bare chest with all the strength you could manage this late in the night. Even in the low light, he must have seen the disapproving look you were giving him. Lifting one hand up, he lightly poked your forehead and you whined at being teased. You knew he did this to get a rise out of you. He also knew how important it was for him to give you an answer.

It bothered you how much he always dragged his feet on this matter. The more logical side always reminded you to have patience. This was his own personal game that he liked to play with you. Sometimes he would win. Sometimes you did.

No one was really keeping score anymore.

You didn't want to guess. You didn't feel like playing this game tonight. To showcase your intent, you roughly pulled from his side and flipped over on the bed to turn your back to him. This must have surprised him because he didn't start laughing at your reaction. In fact, the bed was absolutely still - your breaths barely audible in the dark.

Warmth touched the flare of your hip as he placed his hand there. You tried not to relish in his touch, but it was difficult. After everything you'd gone through to get to this moment, it was only self-inflicted pain to ignore him. Part of you knew to stand your ground. The other part was willing to give in to his advances.

Because you loved him so much. Because you loved all of him…so much.

“Hey,” he called softly, reaching over your stomach and pulling you close to his body, “remember when we first met? At that bar in that one town?”

You bit back a scoff. Like you could forget. He never made it easy for you to, even if you wanted to.

You kept silent, not wanting to cater to his need to hear your voice. To hear how, even now, you found yourself in an endless loop of falling in love with him each and every single day. To him, you were a lifeline for survival. To you, he was the reason you pushed through your tiresome work week.

The bar was crowded that night. It was an average Friday evening. You were out with friends, hitting the town and it was the third bar on the stop of your group’s infamous “bar hops”. Nothing was special about that night. It was just the end of another long work week for you. Another end of being a faceless number down a long hall of cramped cubicles and endless phone calls. A moment’s reprieve from jittering printers and raucous fax machines.

Two days of escape from being a nameless paper pusher in a seemingly endless cycle of meaningless.

He walked through the doors with his entourage - exuding purpose and power. They were celebrating another successful performance and chatter about said performance was the first thing you heard as they burst through the door. You watched him go straight up to the bar and buy it out, saying everyone’s drinks for the rest of the night were on him.

You envied his smile. You envied his “can do” attitude that dripped from every square inch of his body.

But it was his freedom that made you jealous the most.

You weren’t wearing anything particularly fancy that night. A pair of acid washed jeans stuffed in combat boots, a loose sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder. Hell, even your hair was in a messy up-do. After all, you weren’t looking for an easy score that night. Your plans to get laid were the furthest thing from your mind.

Yet there was no mistaking the way he zeroed in on you. Out of all the patrons in the bar, you were the one he decided to nail his focus to. You were the one who somehow managed to get his attention.

So, what should have been a night of blissfully getting toasted with your friends turned into something much different.

Feeling his lips against the nape of your neck, you felt your breath hitch slightly as his mouth moved to speak. “I asked you what you were doing for the rest of your life.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that burst from your chest, causing you to curl up into a ball as you covered your mouth. It was one of the most absurd questions you’d ever been asked. Who even asked something like that in this day and age? What you were doing tomorrow? Sure. What you were doing next weekend? Of course.

The rest of your life, however, held a different weight altogether.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing tonight,” came your amused reply as you lowered your hands from your face. You still refused to look at him. “That’s what I said.”

The memories were flooding in quickly. His looks. The low dulcet sound of his voice. Even the cute little lisp he had when he spoke excitedly about something. His hair was a different color back then; jet black with an undercut.

Everything changed in that one conversation.

Despite his big spending at the bar, you knew he wasn’t well off. Not yet. But he had big dreams. He had drive. Money didn’t grow on trees and his dream would yield fruit if it prospered. Music, however, was such a shaky basket to throw all of your eggs into. But his passion and determination made you believe that he was telling the truth; that nothing would stop him from succeeding. He was determined and there was a small part of you that wished for his success. Somebody needed to grow wings and fly.

But the conversation didn’t take long to reverse back to you. On to your current occupation and your overall distaste with how things were going in your own life. It was a dead end road. You knew this. Somewhere along the way, you even accepted it. Some people were paper pushers and others were the stars that people could admire from afar. You had no place in that world. Your meager complaints and tiny goals could hardly hold a candle to the strength of his burning ambition.

That’s what you believed in the beginning.

You should’ve known better.

After his friends and yours all got together to finish the bar hop for the night, your groups eventually wound up near the outskirts of town at a park. The drinking, laughter and flirting continued. He was never far from your side and neither were you from his. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, his hand found its way into yours, holding it close. Your lips touched soon after and it was a magical moment.

That was the beginning of the end for you.

Days rolled into weeks. Weeks into months. You looked forward to the weekends not to escape the dreary worklife you found yourself trapped in, but to see his performances in underground venues and fringe shows. The energy he exuded from the stage was intoxicating and the cheers from the crowd as he pumped them up was contagious. It only took a few shows and you were screaming and hopping around like an idiot like the rest of them.

Afterward, your groups would meet again to drink and celebrate in the success of the show. It wasn’t embarrassing for you all to run through the streets, screaming and shouting as the thrill of the night cloaked you from head to toe. Bottles of beers in your hands, you ran through crowds and stumbled down stairs in hopes of catching the last train home. You both cuddled in a drunken haze together as everyone talked all over one another - wrapped up in their own conversations.

It was only then that it became apparent that the person you were slowly falling for had two personas. One for the stage and one for when it was just the two of you. Sometimes they bled into one another. Sometimes they were kept far apart from each other.

Agust D and Min Yoongi.

As his success continued to build, your anxiety mounted - worrying about where your place was in his life. More months passed and the venues started to change. You knew there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to go to a performance because it was in the middle of the work week. Or maybe it was too far for you to travel. You couldn’t risk taking off of work for something “trivial” like a concert performance. That’s what your managers would say. They would belittle you for inconveniencing the rest of your co-workers.

You had an image to maintain.

When he showed up on stage with silver hair, you knew that it was time. Agust D was rising to a level of stardom you wouldn’t be able to compete with. Fans cheered and remained loyal. Fans who were willing to drop any plans they had to hit the road and support their idol. They’d been around far longer than you had; had been cheering for him during a time when you didn’t even know he existed.

It was the life he’d chosen; one you knew was going to take wing.

How were you supposed to stay close beside him? How were you going to continue to nurture this thing that existed between you both?

Feeling his arms wrap around your bare stomach, he pulled you even closer. You could feel his heartbeat slowly bumping against your shoulder blades. Yoongi pressed a kiss behind your ear, one of your weak spots, before allowing his tongue to glide along the curve of your jaw. You resisted the urge to moan at how he made you feel, both in that moment and every moment before now.

“I never regretted the day that I called you mine…”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, blurring your vision. Part of you wanted to curse him for his words. For his way with words. But that was how he always was. On the stage or off, it didn’t matter. It was his answer for any worry that threatened to smother you into a dark pit of no return.

Slowly, you turned in his arms. Yoongi’s eyes peered at you, his brows furrowing with concern despite the smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you know the answer?”

That was the answer to your question. It was always going to be the answer.

Lifting your arms up, you wrapped them around his neck and leaned in, your lips barely touching his. “You’re Min Yoongi…” This time, you could feel your own smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “...and you’re mine.”

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rostovs-lover · 3 years

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roy rogers

brian may x reader | cursing, some suggestive language, a little bit of anxiety, alcohol consumption | she/her pronouns | fluffy? slow-burn?? | wc.3667

i’m low key tempted to make a part two,,

anon : Can I request a super cute fic where Bri needs more money for uni, so he starts offering guitar lessons and the reader has a little brother who really wants to learn how to play, so she signs him up. Maybe her brother is extremely good with a guitar and he has a lot of lessons with Bri. He also sees the reader a lot and he catches feelings HARD. Maybe the reader’s little brother spills something to both of them with the help of the rest of the band and they end of together. I just need major FLUFF

your younger brother thinks his guitar teacher is perfect for you and he’s adamant about getting you together. requests open!!

A Roy Roger’s is a nonalcoholic drink made of cola and cherry grenadine and topped with a maraschino cherry.

Your younger brother, David, practically lived in your apartment. For a fourteen year old he was brilliant and very, very sneaky. Sneaky enough to creep out of your mother’s house in the dead of night and crawl up to the fire escape of your second story apartment.

When you’d stumbled to the kitchen, half asleep, he’d been at the table thumbing through a cookbook. He’d also had the audacity to laugh when you screamed, thinking he was an intruder. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and it most definitely wouldn’t be the last either.

“One of these days something is going to be thrown at your head,” You hissed, setting a bowl of cereal in front of David, who looked at it with the utmost disgust.

“What is this?”

“Quisp, either eat it or starve.”

He glowered at you, “I like Waffelos,”

“That's so sad, I have no money, its Quisp or nothing.” It was quiet for a while as you both ate, David still looking through your cookbook.

He closed the book, examining the cover as he spoke, “Mum said you have to sign me up for guitar lessons,”

“Mum said what?”

“You have to sign me up for guitar lessons, she’ll pay. I have a well of untapped potential in the musical realm. That's according to her coworker, Deirdre.” He sighed, exasperated, “Mum trusts Deirdre apparently because now I have to learn guitar.”

“Where on earth does mum expect me to sign you up, I mean did she give you any specifics, like a price range? Do you even have a guitar?”

“First, I have mum’s old guitar. Second, she just said lessons. I think she trusts your judgment.”

Despite how much you appreciated your mother trusting your judgment, finding reasonably priced guitar lessons with someone who wasn’t a creep was harder than anticipated. You had collected a handful of flyers and business cards, all offering said lessons. The first call you placed was to a nice old lady looking to take up some spare time by providing lessons but she lived too far away for your mother to drive every week. The next was almost promising until you told Robert MacIntere that the lesson was for your brother, not you and he hung up the phone. One woman had too many cats, another man asked for your shoe size, someone else cursed you out when you said you couldn’t do their outlandish prices. The only promising thing you had gotten was a History professor, a very nice man too. You were thrilled when the lessons had finally been scheduled until he bowed out at the last minute and you were back at square one.

You had almost given up when, one rainy Thursday evening, you found an advert pinned outside of the auditorium. Guitar lessons, not too far away, open every Tuesday and Wednesday after three o’clock. The document was typed, all except a phone number scrawled on the bottom, almost as if an afterthought. You scratched the number on the palm of your hand and called straight away when you got home.

The line wrung for several seconds, “Yo?”

“Hi. Hi, yes I’m calling about a flyer I saw posted at Imperial College? It was an advert for bi-weekly guitar lessons, and your number was on the paper. I was wondering about booking a couple of weeks?”

The person on the line snorted, “Sorry dear, that’s not me. I assume you’re looking for my mate, just one moment and I’ll gather him-” You heard his hand cover the receiver as she called for someone, “Just one sec’ lovie,”

The phone was audibly handed off, “Hello?”

“Hi, um I’m calling about the guitar lessons?”

“Oh!” His voice, “Yes, of course! That's me, are you looking to schedule one?”

You had scheduled for the following Tuesday at four, to meet at his apartment. In the car on the way there, David rambled on about everything he wanted to learn and exactly how ecstatic he was for this. He had named his guitar George, after George Harison, who he admired. On the elevator ride up to Brian’s apartment, David was practically vibrating and he bounced on the balls of his feet as you waited at the door.

The door was opened by a blond, clad in a bathrobe and flannel pyjama pants who puffed at his cigarette as he stared at you, “What brings you here?”

Before you could speak David, who the blond hadn’t noticed until just then, piped up, “The guitar lessons. I’m the one being taught, [Name] is just sitting in.”

“Oh, well come in then, I’ll go and get Brian.” He tucked his cigarette behind him and lead you inside, “Um, make yourselves at home, couch is all yours.” He howled Brian’s name and ducked into the kitchen, snuffing out the smoke in an ashtray.

David got settled on the couch, tugging out his guitar, and you set into a chair. From around the corner rushed a very frantic body, clutching his own guitar. He was very tall, and the black pants he wore made his legs seem unproportionate to his body. What caught your eye the most though was his hair, he had a thick mane of tightly wound black curls, which also added to his height.

“Hi, I’m very sorry about this, I got a touch caught up in a bit of school work.” He settled onto the couch next to your brother, “You must be David, I’m Brian.” He gestured a hand to your brother.

David, ever the charmer, shook firmly as he spoke, “Its pleasure meeting you. I wasn’t quite sure that lessons were even going to happen, no one seemed right, according to mum, but you seem nice! Your guitar is neat. Oh! That's my sister, [Name], I believe you spoke on the phone.”

“We did,” Brian leaned forwards to shake your hand as well, “Its nice to meet you,”

A better teacher would have been hard to come by. Brian was patient and soft spoken, he worked at your brother’s pace, never rushing past anything he didn’t fully understand. The lesson was only an hour long but it seemed much shorter, with a book in tow you didn’t pay much mind to anything else. That was until you caught yourself glancing over the cover to watch the lesson. Brian was attractive and he had very nice hands. You were somewhat aghast you’d never seen him on campus, he seemed hard to miss.

The lessons became weekly, and despite trusting Brian and his roommate, Roger, you still opted to stay for every one. It was always pleasant, the apartment was nice, Brian was nice, and you had begun to get acquainted with his friends. During the third week, Roger had let it slip that they were in a band. Brian’s face had flushed scarlet and he’d played with his fingers as he explained that it wasn’t anything serious. On that same visit, you’d had a conversation with Roger in the kitchen while he got you a glass of water. He was nice, only half awake at the time, but you’d realized you had an evolution class together at school. He had also given you his number, and David would absolutely not let you hear the end of it.

“Please-” Your brother cried as he threw himself onto your sofa, “You haven’t had a boyfriend in ages. The last one was, what was his name?”

You rolled your eyes, “Chet?”

“Chet Robbins! Chet the safe bet!”

“Chet the safe bet? Did you make that up?”

David smiled, very proudly, “I did! Just now actually, because it's true! Chet, the business student, trust fund child, frat boy. Why not date a drummer?”

“Because I like stability David,”

“[Name] date the drummer. I beg, I plead. He was so into you, he gave you his number!”

“If you will recall, I have his number. Because his number is the apartment number and that's what I called for the lessons. I also refuse to date your teacher’s best friend. How would I approach that, ‘Hi Brian! You’re teaching my brother an instrument, I did your friend last night. How have you been?’”

David gasped in mock disgust, “I never said a word about doing him. You foul wench, I simply implied dinner. Maybe seeing one of his shows.”

“Oh my dear, when you date a drummer it's never just dinner.” You snorted.

“Well, when I date a drummer it will be. Only dinner, no foul play.”

“Please, please keep that attitude for the rest of your life.”

It was quiet as he mulled over your words. You started off, putting away your bag and coat when he abruptly sat up, “You don’t dislike the drummer, in fact, it has nothing to do with him. You don’t like my teacher’s best friend, you like my teacher.” He grinned when your face lit up, “Oh you do, you absolutely do! I’ve never seen you blush that hard.”

“You little twit,” You hissed, “If you say a word about this I will have your head. This stays between us and us only.”

David was sneaky, very sneaky. Your conversation had planted an idea in his head like a seed and every brief glance and soft smile you shared with his teacher was water. He was growing a downright devious plan, with you directly at the center of it.

David, after quietly looking over the house and picking up on Brian’s affinity for science fiction, had been the one to recommend you start reading George Orwell’s 1984. He had also purposely disappeared to the restroom when he caught sight of Brian eyeing the cover.

Brian carefully cleared his throat, “Do you read much Orwell?”

“Oh, Orwell? No, not really. I, um- I read The Road to Wigan Pier for a book club a while ago. Are you a fan?”

“Oh yes,” He smiled, leaning forwards, “I’ve read that, actually. I was in a band a few years back by the same name,”

You cocked your head, closing the book against your finger, “1984?”

“Yes, quite silly, I know. Never was much good at naming.”

“Roger said you’re in a band now, what's that called?”

His cheeks were beginning to pick up a soft pink again, “Um, Queen. Our singer named it-”

David sat back down, “Did I miss anything important?”

Brian looked away and you went back to your book. The only noise became the guitar residing between the two boys on the couch. David had learned enough to start on a song, I Walk the Line by Johnny Cash. It was recognizable enough to draw your attention, and it was lovely at first until it was all David played. When you returned home, when you visited your mother, he played it so much you had memorized the fingering to it.

It was at another lesson, several weeks later, when you had been left by your lonesome. David had gone to get a drink and Brian had run to retrieve something from his room. All alone and with nothing to tell you not to you settled into the couch with the guitar and tried at the song. It was choppy, a bit off-key, but mostly there.

“I didn’t know you played?” Brian’s voice was soft but you still jumped, shooting around to find him. Leaned against the back of the sofa he twirled a coin between his fingers, grinning down at you.

You swallowed, “I don’t, no, not really. Dave’s just played this so much I remembered how it looked.”

He propped his chin in his hand, “I think you could be quite good. Just, here-” He slipped the coin between his teeth to reach down, softly grasping your wrist, adjusting your placement on the neck. His hands were warm and it sent a shiver up your spine as he carefully moved your fingers, “That should do nicely, I trust you’ll do well with the right placement.” He was quiet for a moment, silently pondering something, “Friday night we have a show at about ten o’clock, say you come and maybe I could show you something on the guitar afterwards.”

You considered, “Where is it?”

“The Cameo, downtown London.”

“It sounds lovely, very, but I have to admit I’m not big on the downtown London clubs. I actually don’t know where that is. Although I do have a friend whos well versed with the scene, I could ask her to show me there?”

“Wonderful,” He grinned, “It's a date!” Something else David wouldn’t let go of. Usually, all he talked about was the music he learned but now he was enthralled with the prospect of a new romantic venture. You had been informed on exactly how to dress, what makeup to wear, what drink to order. He also picked the exact shade of blue for you to paint your nails.

You called Marilla after your mother picked David up and she had agreed, enthusiastically, to show you to the club. When she arrived you had been called ‘prudish’ and were forbidden to dress yourself. In the very back of your closet was a floral dress you’d bought for a wedding reception that never happened. It was supposed to be returned but you just hadn’t gotten around to it.

“It doesn’t scream rock n’ roll,” She inspected the green fabric under the kitchen light, “But anyone can look like Twiggy with enough eyeshadow so it’ll have to do. You should invest in club clothes, you might have to if anything goes with this guitar player.” Her eyebrows wagged.

You rolled your eyes, taking the dress from her, “Hush, you’re just as bad as David.”

“Your brother?” Marilla snorted, “What's he got to do with this?”

“He's an insufferable little shit, that's what-” You pushed off your top, “At first he tried to get me with the guitar player’s flatmate but when that didn’t work he really pushed Brian and I,”

Marilla was amused, far more amused than you, “He's a cunning thing, I’ve always liked him. Oh boy, now I really want to see your guitarist, Brian was it?”

The club pulsed, dull lights glaring down against everything. It was smokey and smelled of weed and whiskey. The band onstage was far too loud and you clung to Marilla’s hand as she pulled you up to the bar.

“What do you want?” She practically had to yell for you to hear but it went through you, you couldn’t think with all the noise and lights. She sighed and patted your hand, “A Moscow mule and a Roy Roger’s please.” She shouted at the bartender, “It's alright babes, no alcohol, just fancy cherry coke.” You nodded and accepted the drink, taking a tentative sip as you scanned the crowd. The band onstage had seemed to conclude their set but it didn’t make things any quieter. It was overwhelming really, moreso as Marilla started to pull you up to the front.

“Come on, it's almost ten. Your boy’ll be up next!” She settled in front of the stage, rooting you to the spot next to her.

Brian’s flatmate came out, twirling a drumstick between his fingers and he was met with loud cheers. Marilla whooped, waving big up at him. He was followed by the bass player, Brian, and the singer. They were all enthralling, and you were enraptured. The boys on stage looked ethereal, in flowy tops and sparkly makeup. The frontman was clad in glittery jewelry and the bass player wore platform boots. Their music drew you in and eased your nerves about how crowded the club was. The last song had a guitar solo and as he played Brian’s eyes met yours. A rose of warmth bloomed into your cheeks and he grinned, fingering at the chords.

Marilla, immune to none, elbowed you in the ribs, “That's him?!”

You nodded, “It is,”

“Damn girlie! Good for you! But for the record, I think I like the drummer,”

“His name is Roger. If you come backstage with me you can meet him.”

She grinned, “I’m so proud of you, getting connections!” As they finished Roger flung one of his drumsticks into the crowd. You flinched as Marilla’s hand shot out. She squawked as she caught it, quickly tucking it into her pants and taking your hand, pulling you towards the back lounge. She pushed at the thin curtain to the side, slipping in.

It was quieter and you watched people in glamorous outfits dally about. A redhead in hot pants dropped onto the shabby leather sofa, passing glass bottles of something to both the drummer and bassist. The singer was swirling what you could only assume to be a cosmopolitan. He looked up, catching sight of you and Marilla, both looking a bit lost.

“Hello, come come!” The singer waved you over and Marilla practically dragged you.

“You are spectacular!” She raved, “All of you, magical!” She tugged the stick out of her waistband and made her way to the drummer.

You cleared your throat, “You really are amazing, you have a lovely voice.”

The brunette smiled, “Thank you! I’m Freddie by the way, our charming drummer is Roger. The lovely John plays bass and Brian should be around here somewhere, he plays the guitar.”

“It's nice to meet you, Freddie, I’m [Name]. I was actually looking for Brian,” You twiddled with your fingers, looking down, “He asked to meet here tonight. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is would you?”

“You know, he may have popped to the kitchen. I’ll show you,” Freddie stood up. He seemed to catch your hesitation, glancing back to Marilla, “I’ll keep an eye on her. Roggie really is no harm, he plays much bigger than he actually is, I don’t think he could hurt a soul. Not an undeserving one at least.” He started towards the kitchen with you in tow.

Aforementioned kitchen was small and shockingly clean. Your guitarist sat on the counter with a glass of water.

Brian seemed to be in his own world until Freddie caught his attention, “Someone’s been looking for you, my dear,”

Brian looked up, “[Name]! Hello, I’m so glad you came!” He slid off the counter setting his drink down, “Did you bring your friend?”

“I did, she’s become infatuated with Roger though.”

He grinned, “Oh Rog seems to do that to some people.”

“Well, I'll leave you to it!” Freddie called, waving and walking back to the lounge.

When the door shut Brian began to fiddle with the bottom of his shirt, “I left my guitar in the other room, I could go and grab it if you’d still like to learn that song.” He studied your face, “But you don’t look comfortable, are you alright?”

“Yes, this just isn’t really my scene. I’m not used to the noise and everything, there's a lot of people here.”

He smiled sympathetically, “I know, it's crowded. There's a nice little diner just down the road, we could walk there and talk if you’d like.”

You nodded, “Sure, that would be lovely.”

The air was crisp and it brought you back to reality from the club. Brian had lent you an extra sweater he had brought, it was warm but you had to roll the sleeves a few times. It was quiet as you walked, the occasional car rushing past. The sidewalk narrowed as you got closer to the strip of restaurants and you felt the back of Brian’s hand brush yours. You caught his fingers, lacing yours into them and nervously looking up. His expression mimicked yours, jittery and shy and totally taken.

“You look very pretty,” He murmured, thumbing over your knuckles, “That green looks very nice on you.”

You smiled, “Thank you, you look lovely as well.”

“Oh pish posh, this is just stage wear. But I’m glad you think it looks okay, Rog said I looked frumpy.”

You giggled, “Marilla, the one who brought me, called me prudish earlier.”

His laugh was soft, “Well, we can be fashion disappointments to our friends together,” He pulled open the door to MaryAnne’s Diner, holding it for you.

You were settled in a booth waiting for your order when Brian spoke, “David really has potential,”

“With the guitar? I’m not surprised, he's always been good at everything he tries. It's really quite annoying, how brilliant he is.”

“He seems so, a very nice kid. Does he live with you?”

“No no,” You smiled, “No he lives with our mum, he just sneaks out to see me more than he should. I don’t know if I ever thanked you for letting me sit in, I know it's not common practice. I just worry about him, he seems so much older than he actually is and I’m worried it’ll get him in trouble one day.”

Brian patted your hand, “Oh darling, I understand. I really don’t mind at all, I’m glad I met you.”

“I’m glad I’ve met you as well.”

He had walked you home, contently explaining the story behind one of the constellations he saw.

He stalled at the door, keeping your hand in his, “So I suppose I’ll see you next week?”

“Absolutely,”

He moved one hand to push a piece of hair out of your face, “Well until then I suppose,”

You leaned up, closing in on him. You felt his hot breath against your cheeks, “Is this okay?”

He nodded, “More than,” And pulled you into him.

He was as gentle in kissing you as he was in everything else, carefully nudging his nose against yours. His mouth was warm and he stroked your mandible, easing deeper into the kiss. He relished in the taste of maraschino cherry from the Roy Roger’s you’d had earlier. You gasped softly as he nipped at your bottom lip, pulling away. The lipgloss he had been wearing was smeared against the corner of your mouth and he carefully wiped at it with his thumb.

David would never let you hear the end of this either.

#Brian May #brian may imagine #brian may x reader #Queen #queen imagine #queen x reader #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody imagines #queen #lennie writes

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Ginger Snap, Chapter 2

A/N I am breaking probably the only rule I gave myself when I started writing fanfic, which was Don’t Ever Post a WIP. But lord knows I’m not immune to peer pressure and the narcotic that is reader feedback, so here it is, the second chapter of what is now an open-ended modern AU story about Jamie the Chef and Claire the Kitchen Disaster. Still a first person Claire POV, so I apologize in advance for any stray pronouns.

For the first chapter, I recommend reading it on Ao3, since I’ve made some minor edits since I first posted it on Tumblr. See above re. not planning on posting a WIP.

Oh, and funny story. When I decided to check the location of the real Ginger Snap catering company in Edinburgh, it was squished between “FrazersOnline” and “McKenzie Flooring”. If that’s not kismet, I don’t know what is. The location I describe below, however, is based on a catering venue here in Ottawa called Urban Element, where I’ve attended a few team-building events. I have yet to set anything on fire, though.

I checked my phone for the third time, confirming I wasn’t lost.

Frank and I moved to Edinburgh over the summer, just in time for him to start his position as Associate Professor of History at the University of Edinburgh. Despite our years spent in America, neither of us cared overmuch for driving, so we chose a flat (or rather, Frank chose a flat and I concurred) not far from campus. Therefore, this was the first time I’d ventured as far afield as Leith, a maritime enclave just to the north of the capital that couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to be grittily working class or artistically hip.

When I finally reached the address, I had to smile. No main street pretensions or non-descript commercial frontage for Ginger Snap Catering. Before me stood a two-story red brick fire station, still emblazoned with the crest of the Scottish Fire and Rescue Services. The two massive truck bays were now enclosed by see-through doors that could be drawn back on a sunny day. Through these a warm yellow light could be seen, spilling onto the grey, damp pavement.

A petite woman with dark hair manned the small reception area, a red-haired toddler clinging to her like a marsupial. She held a phone to one ear while simultaneously pacing the polished concrete floor. I stood as unobtrusively as possible near the door, but in such an open space it was impossible not to overhear her side of the conversation.

“... they willna take ‘im back until ‘is fever goes down... aye, an hour ago when I picked him up but it hasn’t... nay, i dinna think it’s... tis jus’ terrible timing with two weddings t’morrow... Could ye? Och, I owe ye Mrs. Fitz, a million times o’er... Anytime, we’ll be here. Alright, soon.”

The speaker turned to me, the harried look of a working mother sharpening her already honed features.

“I apologize fer keeping ye waiting. What can I do fer ye t’day?”

Before I could respond, the young boy, probably no older than two, began to fuss, rubbing his flushed cheek against his mother’s shoulder.

“Och, mo ghille, Mam kens ye’re poorly. Mrs. Fitz is coming as fast as she may.”

Unable to quell my instinct to diagnose and then cure, I spoke up.

“I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation. Based on his age and the way he’s holding his head, it may be an ear infection.” At the woman’s penetrating look, I hastened to explain: “I’m a doctor. Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

Permission granted, I carefully palpated the boy under the jaw and peered as best I could without an otoscope into the offending ear canal. Confident in my diagnosis, I recommended treatment with a warm compress, an over-the-counter analgesic ear drop, and children’s paracetamol to control his fever. If, after twenty-four hours the symptoms had not improved, they could consider seeing his pediatrician for antibiotics, but these were only truly necessary for a persistent infection.

“Och, ye ‘ave no idea what a relief it is tae hear ye say so, lass. He’s my first bairn, ye ken, an’ I can ne’er tell if I’m over-reacting or being negligent. Can ye say thank ye tae the nice doctor, Wee Jamie?”

My stomach jumped. “Wee Jamie? Is he related by chance to Jamie Fraser?”

“Aye, tis his nephew. I’m Jamie’s sister, Jenny. Ye ken my brother, then?”

The pieces fell into place, and my insides settled.

“We’ve spoken before,” I explained. “I’m Claire Beauchamp. You and your brother helped me with a dinner party emergency last Tuesday. I came to return your market bags, and to thank you again for coming to my aid during my hour of need.”

Jenny and I spoke for another ten minutes, sharing the superficial narratives of two strangers brought together by circumstance. She was warm and thistly by turns, and I felt a longing for the honesty of female friendship that I’d given up when we left Boston. Eventually a matronly woman arrived to collect Wee Jamie. I carefully wrote down the exact names and dosages of my prescribed remedy.

After Mrs. Fitz and Wee Jamie had left, it occurred to me that Jenny needed to get back to work. I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do, even if I hadn’t thanked Jamie himself. As I began to make my goodbyes, however, Jenny interjected. “If ye’re no’ in a rush, why dinna ye join our afternoon cooking class? My brother will be demonstrating how tae make quiche. Tis the least we can do, after ye helped Wee Jamie.”

Which was how I found myself standing behind one of six cooking stations arranged across the fire station’s main area, a bright red apron covering my black slacks and saffron turtleneck. My impetuous curls were slowly breaking ranks from where I’d slicked them into a bun that morning. I worried I looked like a human Pez dispenser.

I glanced at the workstation immediately to my left. A slight woman who I guessed to be roughly my own age was engrossed in her phone, a cheeky smirk playing on her berried lips. Her strawberry blond hair was swept into an effortless chignon that made me twitch with envy. She looked up from her screen and caught me looking her way.

“Geillis Duncan,” she said, offering a well-manicured hand.

“Claire Beauchamp. Pleased to meet you.”

“Is it yer first time taking a class, Claire?” At my nod, she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially: “Ye’re in for a treat.”

Before I could enquire what she meant, a murmur amongst the other students (all women, save one) was accompanied by the heavy tread of work boots on polished concrete and a familiar Scottish burr.

“Good afternoon, everyone. Thank ye fer joining me on this dreich Scottish day. I ken a few of ye are new, so let’s start with a brief overview of yer stations and some basic safety reminders, before we tackle the quiche.”

Today Jamie was wearing a pair of olive pants that tapered down his endless legs and a technical shirt that clung valiantly to his upper body. He looked like he’d just stepped off the nearest rock climbing pitch. I wondered if he owned anything that answered to the name of a professional wardrobe, but I couldn’t deny that he looked impressive, in an athleisure sort of way.

“See what I mean?” Geillis hissed at me as Jamie made his way to the front of the hall, speaking now about optimal burner temperatures. “That man is a dozen kinds of yes.”

I concentrated on each step of the ostensibly simple recipe. Pie crust had been the previous week’s assignment, so I had only to blind bake the prepared dough already at my workstation. Once I had the crust centered exactly in the pie pan, pierced with a fork in orderly rows and placed in the oven, I rushed to catch up with the others. I’d missed Jamie’s instructions regarding pan frying the bacon, so I increased the flame, thinking I could make up a little time. The fatty meat crackled pleasingly as I set it in the lightly greased pan. I was inordinately proud of myself.

Things went very badly, very fast. First, my eyes wouldn’t stop watering as I meticulously peeled then dissected the onion into near-transparent crescents. Tears obscured my vision and I tried to wipe them away without contaminating my hands. To my left I could make out Geillis skillfully cracking eggs into a glass bowl, her pie crust already elegantly filled with crispy morsels of bacon and caramelized onion bits.

A vague sense of having forgotten something important tickled my mind. My pie crust! Grabbing a silicone glove (I wasn’t making that mistake twice) I rushed to the wall oven and extracted the pan. Giddy with relief, I saw the dough was only a little dark around the edges.

Before I could return victorious to my station, Jamie uttered a Scottish noise of alarm from his vantage at the front of the class. We both rushed across the room to where my rashers of bacon now resembled blackened shoe laces obscured by a heavy veil of smoke. With practiced ease, Jamie lifted the entire skillet into the adjacent sink and turned on the cold water. A cloud of steam enveloped his head, highlighting his auburn curls. I bit my lip as he looked my way in amusement.

“I hope ye werena planning on serving quiche to yer faculty guests t’night, Ms. Beauchamp?”

I stood meekly next to Geillis for the remainder of the class, no longer trusted around open flame without adult supervision. She graciously allowed me to extract her quiche when it was done baking. It looked like a magazine cover. Meanwhile, my workstation looked like the scene of an industrial accident.

While we were waiting for her quiche to cook, Geillis and I got to know each other a little better. She was a Highland lass from up near Inverness. Married to a wealthy older man, her life sounded like an endless quest for diversion. Despite this, or because of it, she had a sharp-witted frankness that I appreciated. She was also a hard-core gossip.

“Wee besom,” she remarked with a nod towards a blond girl who was currently monopolizing Jamie’s attention with endless questions punctuated by manufactured giggles and flicks of her pin-straight hair. “Tha’s Laoghaire Mackenzie of the Mackenzie brewing dynasty. They’ve a live-in cook, so there’s only one reason she attends these classes, and it isna for the quiche.”

I watched Jamie laugh over something the girl said, mineral eyes alight and his perfect white teeth on display. I suppose I couldn’t blame her. I wasn’t here for the quiche either.

The interminable ninety minute lesson finally ended. I thanked Geillis profusely and we exchanged numbers before she rushed off for her reiki treatment. Gathering my trench coat and purse, I tried to slink away without calling any further attention to myself.

“Ms. Beauchamp!”

I cursed under my breath, then turned to face him.

“Please, call me Claire. After I nearly burned down your place of business, we should probably be on a first name basis.”

Jamie chuckled. It sounded more natural and lived-in than his earlier response to Laoghaire, but I was likely fooling myself.

“Och, wha’s a cooking demonstration wi’out a wee bit of drama. Will ye be joining us next week? We’ll be making ceviche, sae I willna need tae put the fire brigade on stand-by.”

“Bastard,” I replied to his cheeky smirk. “Alas, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a cook. It appears to be the one science I can’t master.”

“Cooking isna a science, Claire,” he explained with sincere intensity. “Tis an art. Perhaps tha’s the root of yer struggle.”

“Perhaps it is. But in that case, I may as well give up now. I haven’t an artistic bone in my body.”

His languorous perusal of said body lit a different kind of flame in my belly. Geillis was right; he really was a dozen kinds of yes.

“I canna say as I agree. Come back any time if ye’d like tae try again.”

I blushed, thoroughly discomfited by his blatant flirting. He knew about Frank. He’d fled from him onto my fire escape, for Christ’s sake! Maybe when you looked like James Fraser, every interaction with a woman was merely a chance to hone your craft. Or maybe he was truly ignorant of his effect.

“I’ll take that under advisement. Thank you again, Jamie.”

“Until the next time, Arsonist.”

#my writing #outlander #ginger snap

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A Flower Just For You

Fandom: Persona 5

Word Count: 2988

Rating: G

Summary: Ann has been receiving flowers in her shoe locker for the past few weeks and she couldn't help but hope that they're from Ren.

Note: This is a piece I wrote for @thezinearcana, focusing on love confessions and flower languages.

Read on AO3.

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Ann froze at the sight of a single white flower in her shoe locker that afternoon. This was the third time she had received it, and like its predecessors, it had neither name nor note attached to it.

A pair of familiar voices rose above the hum of conversation at the school's entrance hall. They sounded close—too close—and before she could think, Ann slammed her locker shut so hard the people around her jumped in surprise. She hoped they hadn’t noticed. But as her heart thundered in her chest, Ann noticed they’d gone quiet.

The silence was deafening.

“What’s wrong, Ann?” Ryuji asked.

“Nothing—” Ann half-turned, one hand still on her locker. But her voice sounded unnaturally high, and she barely stopped herself from grimacing.

Ryuji broke into a grin. “You’re hiding something,” he said, stalking towards her with hands in his pockets, his grin grew wide at her obvious discomfort. “A love letter?”

A joke. It was a joke. But the thought hit too close that Ann was caught between a stutter and a scoff. She willed her face not to go red even as her pulse picked up its speed. “Are you stupid?”

“Then what’s—”

“Ryuji,” Ren called from the other end of the locker, where he was changing his indoor shoes for his outdoor ones. “Ogikubo.”

A single word. That was all it took to make Ryuji huff and shuffle toward his own locker. “Aren’t you curious?” she heard him say. Ren only shrugged.

Her heart still drummed in her ears when Ren closed his locker and turned around. Ann didn’t realize she was staring until their eyes met. He offered her a smile that pulled at her heartstrings and Ann hoped her face didn’t betray her emotions.

“See you tomorrow,” he said with a wave of his hand before nudging Ryuji on the shoulder and nodded toward the doorway. Ryuji looked back only to give her a small nod of farewell, then joined his friend who had gone out ahead of him.

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“Maybe it really is from Ren,” Shiho said on the phone later that night. Her friend was the only one who knew about the flowers.

Ann scoffed, turning to her side on her bed. “Haven’t we ruled him out of the potential suspects?”

“Don’t call them suspects,” Shiho said, laughing.

Ann shrugged. “They could be a mistake. Or even a prank.” She could imagine it—Ryuji coming up with such an elaborate joke. Though maybe he wouldn’t have thought of using flowers?

“Then why do you keep bringing them home?”

On instinct, Ann looked up at her desk, where three white flowers stood in a glass vase a little to the corner by the window, where they would get a lot of sunlight in the day. The corners of her lips quirked up. Dark green leaves beneath layers of voluminous white petals. Like a rose, but not exactly a rose. Beautiful.

Why did she bring them home? Because she felt sorry? With no name and no note, Ann couldn’t know for sure they were for her. She couldn’t return them nor could she give them to their true recipients.

“Anyway,” she went on, “It couldn’t be Ren. He wasn’t even interested in it.”

Shiho’s voice seemed to be caught between a sigh and a laugh. “If he’s not the least bit interested, that can mean two things: either he’s not interested in you, or he’s the one who sent it to you.”

“Or he’s just being respectful.”

Shiho sighed. “Ann—” she began, but whatever she was going to say was cut short, because Ann could hear a distant voice calling for her friend and Shiho answered it with a, “Be right there, Mom!” She had to leave. “Don’t think too much about it, Ann,” she said.

The call ended. Ann stared at the blank screen for several silent moments before letting the phone fall onto her bed. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Maybe Shiho was right. It’s not that the thought hadn’t crossed her mind but admitting it could mean her loss. They had only known each other for several months, but they were friends and they were comrades. She knew for sure Ren had never seen her like that.

As though summoned by her thoughts, her phone beeped. She looked to see a text notification from Ren and paused, staring at the name for a few more moments before the realization finally hit her and she sat up straight, her heartbeat skyrocketing.

‘You owe me one.’

Ann stared at the message, then carefully typed, ‘What do you mean?’

His reply came not even a minute later. ‘The love letter.’

Her heart constricted. It was one thing when Ryuji said it, but when those words came from Ren—

‘It’s not a love letter!’

‘Then what is it?’

It’s…

Ann paused, then deleted the word. What could she say? That they were flowers? That was the same as admitting the love letter.

‘What,’ she paused, then braced herself as she added, ‘Are you jealous?’

‘Pfft! Jealous? Me?’

The reply didn’t come as quick as before, but still, her heart stung. See, she wanted to tell Shiho. It couldn’t be from Ren. Ann wanted to laugh at herself for even thinking otherwise.

However, just as Ann was typing her reply, another message came. ‘Do you want me to be?’

Ann’s fingers jerked to a stop. She waited a moment, then another, but Ren didn’t say anything else, and neither did she.

Ann didn’t know what to say. Her brain had stopped working at all the implications his question could have and it made her heart race. She could just picture it—him lying on his bed in the cluttered attic that was his room, holding his phone up above his head, waiting for her reply.

She almost told herself to throw the phone and forget the conversation ever existed. She almost convinced herself that he was joking, that she was thinking too much and she should hurry and say something before he thought she was taking things too seriously and he’d feel bad and she’d be embarrassed and—

Her phone beeped again. Ann looked at the screen. A new message had appeared. ‘Sorry, that was a joke.’

That was a joke. She should have known. But her jaws were tense, and her fingers clutched her phone so tight her knuckles went white. Ann drew a breath and loosened her muscles, gulping air past the lump in her throat.

It was a joke.

But why did her heart clench so painfully?

***

The idea came to her in the middle of the night. If she didn’t know who it’s from, Ann could just catch the culprit in the act. She set out to stake out her locker the next day. She’d hide behind the wall around the corner, with bread on one hand and her phone on the other, scrolling through it while occasionally glancing up to spot if anyone had gotten near her shoe locker at all.

No one appeared during lunch break. She decided she could extend her mission to the hours after school, but even then, no one went anywhere near her locker or lingered long enough to have slipped something inside. They couldn’t have put the flower inside in the early mornings, could they? Ann would have found the flowers when she came to school. But all this while, she had only found them after school was over.

“You’re here early,” Ren said one morning before class started. Outside, clouds that had gathered since early morning had broken and rain was drizzling. With her head on her table, the hum of conversation in the background, complete with a chill in the air and the fact that she had woken up an hour earlier, had lulled her into sleep, woken up only by the sound of Ren’s voice and the scrap of chair against tile.

Ann gave a noncommittal grunt as she sat up straight and stifled a yawn.

“Didn’t get enough sleep?”

She didn’t. She couldn’t get her mind off the flowers that she only fell asleep after midnight. Shiho had said Ann was being too obsessed. “Doesn’t it make your heart flutter, though?” her friend had asked last night.

It did. Her heart fluttered every time she saw them, thinking that someone out there thought of her enough to give her flowers. No one had done that before. Yet that’s exactly why she hated it.

“What happened with the love letter?” Ren suddenly asked.

Her eyes ablaze, Ann whipped her head around and hissed, “It’s not a love letter!”

“Sorry.” Ren raised his hands and backed away, as far as the back of his seat allowed him. “Just that you’ve been hanging around your locker a lot recently—” He paused, his gray eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me—did you stake out your locker this morning?”

Ann pursed her lips and looked away. She heard a quiet snort and glared up at him. “Sorry,” Ren muttered, averting his gaze, finding purchase at something on his lap.

Ann stared at him for a couple moments before leaning her back against the window.

“It’s not a love letter,” she began, her voice soft. Gaze locked on the cuticles of her nails, she fisted her hands and braced herself. “It’s a flower. That time you saw me was the third.”

She waited for the snort, or the laughter, or any sort of teasing remark or jibe. But none of them came. Only silence. And silence was worse, because it spoke more volume than if he had pestered her like Ryuji.

Ann sneaked a glance from the corner of her eyes and found a perfectly schooled poker face. She scowled. “Forget it—”

“But isn’t that good?” Ren asked just as she turned around to face forward again. Ann’s fingers twitched. That confirmed it, then: Ren wasn’t interested in her at all. The flowers were definitely not from him.

She grabbed her books from her bag. Class would start soon.

“I guess it’s not.” She felt his eyes on the back of her head, but Ann didn’t feel like meeting them.

“You’re not happy with them?” There was a quietness to his voice that made her pause, that made her think twice again and again that maybe she was wrong and Shiho was right, no matter how many times Ann was proven right.

Ann sighed. No more.

“I am,” she quietly said.

“Then…?”

Ann let the question hang. The bell rang not a moment later and everyone took their seats. All throughout class, Ann would feel his eyes on her, a lingering glance when her name was called, or a look when she stood up to get something for lunch. He never said anything. She never gave him the chance to.

***

After school, the dark clouds plaguing the day finally parted. Ann didn’t feel like scouting her locker anymore, so she headed home, without much thought of it. Maybe Shiho was right. She should just be happy for receiving the flowers. But if they weren’t from Ren, Ann saw no point in getting happy over it anymore.

Light glistened on the trees and the puddles on the pavement. On her way to the subway, she noticed a little store just off to the side, with potted flowers and plants at the front. Ann stopped in front of it. The lingering scent of rain made the flowers smell stronger and sweeter, and before she knew it, her feet had already led her past the boxes and through the door at the center.

A bell jingled overhead. A woman in a blue shirt looked up from the cash register counter with a smile. “Can I help you?” the florist asked.

Ann looked around. More flowers lined the walls in pots or vases or stacked on shelves—roses, lilies, and hydrangeas to name a few. The florist came over to her just as Ann’s eyes fell on a vase of white flowers—the same ones she now kept in her room.

“What are those?” she asked.

The florist followed her line of sight and a bright smile spread across her face. “Gardenias,” she said. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” She plucked a few and held them out to Ann. “They’re lovely and elegant, perfect to give someone you love.”

Someone you love.

Ann smelled the flowers. A sweet fragrance filled her nose. Yes, these were the same ones. Gardenias.

“Did you know?” the florist went on. “These flowers also mean secret love.” That took her off guard. The florist met her surprised look with a knowing smile. “Long ago, when people used flowers to convey messages, they would often give gardenias whenever they wanted to express their love but still remain anonymous. Romantic, isn’t it?”

It was. And it was too similar with her own situation that it rendered Ann speechless.

“It’s been gaining popularity, too,” the florist added. No wonder, if she had told that story to every customer who came here.

Then again, maybe Ann shouldn’t have been surprised. Whoever had given her those flowers had probably fallen into the florist’s marketing ploy. She felt sorry for the guy. Not only did she have to turn him down, he would have spent his money in vain.

The store bell jingled again, and the florist looked up. “Ah! Amamiya-kun!”

Ann froze as the florist left her side. “Another gardenia?” she asked her new customer. “Or are you finally getting her a bouquet?”

The laughter that followed was indeed Ren’s. Ann couldn’t bring herself to turn around. All sorts of thoughts occupied her mind, trying to figure out what brought Ren to a small florist like this. But then he said, “Another gardenia, please,” and Ann stopped thinking.

The florist chuckled. “Send her some bouquet some time. She’d love it.” A shuffle of feet—the florist headed towards her, where the gardenias were.

A soft laugh. “Yeah, well…” Ren’s voice trailed off. Ann felt the moment his eyes found her. She could almost hear his intake of breath, caught on a secret she shouldn’t know. The silence seemed to stretch for a lifetime, and when he finally spoke her name, his voice quiet and hesitant, it was as though a spell was lifted.

She really shouldn’t have come here.

Placing the flowers on the nearest surface she could find, Ann kept her head down as she quickly made her way out, thanking the confused florist on her way. She ducked past Ren without looking up, then, once she was outside, sprinted as fast as she could to wherever her feet carried her.

Her face burned. Her heart raced. Blood pumped in her veins as she pushed herself farther and farther away from the flower shop at the side of the road.

“Ann!” came the dreaded voice, strained and out of breath. Ren pulled her to a stop, hand gripping her arm. “Ann, wait, let me explain—”

A glimpse of a scene, in middle school. A boy told her he liked her due to a dare between friends.

“Was it a joke?”

“What?”

She didn’t care what the flowers meant anymore. She only wished they were genuine, and not an effort to mess with her feelings. Because she liked him. She liked Ren.

“Was it a joke to you?”

Ann waited for an answer, but it never came. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was a joke. Who was she kidding? There was no way Ren would—

“Did you think it was a joke?”

She had expected him to scoff, and to smirk, to let go of her arm and said sorry, my friends made me to. But his voice was devoid of any emotions, and it struck her harder than any jeer he could have thrown at her.

His grip around her arm tightened for a fraction of a second, before he let her go, and sighed. Ann finally looked up, and the look on Ren’s face was enough to break her heart.

“I didn’t want you to know,” he began to say. “I didn’t think you needed to. You looked so happy when you first got it, I thought it was okay if I stayed anonymous.” He paused, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head as he looked away, eyes finding purchase on a tree or a passing cloud.

Ann let his words sink in, feeling the knots slowly unravel in her mind. The tinge of red on his ears and his refusal to meet her eyes spoke loudly enough. Ren was being true.

Ann swallowed past a lump in her throat. “Then, if it’s not a joke, what is it?”

A self-deprecating laugh, a small awkward smile. “Do you really have to ask?”

She didn’t, apparently. Even without the words, Ren’s feelings were loud and clear. From the way he’d smile at her in such a soft and gentle way, to the way he’d look at her as though she was the only girl in the world. He had listened to her and given her his full attention. It would be a lie if Ann hadn’t felt some sort of deeper connection in her time knowing him.

And yet, it was for that precise reason that it had hurt her all the more when she thought he might have been playing with her feelings.

“I’m sorry if they were a burden,” he quietly said. “I didn’t mean to.”

And Ann believed him. Because if there was one thing she knew about Ren was that Ren would never do anything to upset his friends.

“Don’t you know why they made me happy?” she asked. He finally looked at her, and her face broke into a small smile. “The only reason I was happy, Ren, was because I hoped they were from you.” The dumbfounded look on his face was the most endearing thing she had ever seen. “I wanted it to be you.”

~ END ~

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halsteadshailey · 3 years

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So you are seeing someone?

upstead fluff/angst one shot

Hailey meets someone while working with the FBI in New York but when she comes home to her partner, her best friend, how long will that relationship last?

can also be read on wattpad or ao3

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set at the beginning of s8 after hailey gets back from ny (i’m going with hailey being in new york for 4 weeks bcos i’m not sure if they ever told us how long she was supposed to be there but i know tracy she was supposed to be in more fbi eps but cldnt bcos of corona , sorry if this is wrong)

*slight language*

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For the first couple of weeks that Hailey had been out in New York to work with the FBI, her and Jay had FaceTimed religiously. In the morning on the way to work, whenever they could both catch a break at the same time, and on their drives home, most importantly though, once they were both home and settled. It was as close to ‘their thing’ they could get after a long day of work while separated by hundreds of miles.

After about 14 days, Jay was starting to notice something different about Hailey, they were calling less, even her texting game was off. She was starting to be busy more frequently in the evenings and her texts had become rare, short and sweet.

On the Wednesday evening of her third week away, Jay decided to bring it up while they were on FaceTime.

“Hey what’s been going on over there?” he questioned “I feel like we haven’t talked in ages”

Hailey’s brows furrowed a little as she struggled to think of what to say, anything to say to avoid Jay finding out about Liam, she wasn’t ready to tell him and definitely not over the phone when she wasn’t even sure how serious things were.

“Yeah, sorry about that, we’ve had lots of tough cases, I’ve been working late” she said.

Her partner knew she wasn’t telling the truth, he could always tell. However, he didn’t want to push, it wasn’t worth it after the long day that he’d had and he knew that Hailey would tell him whatever it was when she wanted to so he settled on saying:

“Don’t work yourself too hard” with a chuckle.

The two spoke for a little bit longer after that, Jay telling Hailey about all the weird things Kev and Adam have been up to and Hailey realising how much she misses her Intelligence family, not that she would ever tell Jay that.

A few days passed and all the interaction that the detectives had had with one another was through text, but when Saturday came around Jay needed to change that.

It was around 10:30pm when he shot her a text:

‘Hey, I know it’s late but I just got home from a tough case and was wondering if you’re free to call?’

Luckily for him, Hailey replied to Jay’s text only a few minutes later by calling him.

“Hey how are you?” she said when she saw that her partner had connected to the call.

“I’m ok, just needed to do our thing i guess” the emphasis Jay put on the ‘our thing’ was slight, but it was there. “How are y-“ he paused.

“What?”

“You’re wearing make-up, you never wear make-up, am I interrupting something? A date?” Jay teased.

Without thinking, Hailey replied with “As a matter of fact, you texted me just before dessert so it was actually perfect timing”

Jay froze, trying to process that words that he just heard. It’s not like he thought that Hailey wasn’t allowed to go on dates, he didn’t own her. But he was jealous, a lot more jealous that he would care to admit. Deep down he knew that it was his fault, he’d had feelings for Hailey for a long time and didn’t do anything about it because ‘nothing good comes out of a workplace romance’ or whatever bullshit he had told himself.

“Was it not going well? If you wanted to get out of there before dessert I mean” he clarified.

“No, no, it was going great. I just meant it made an ok place to stop so I could check on you” she responded.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have left, if I had known I wouldn’t have texted” Jay said, in an attempt to clear the air. Their conversation had become quite stale and neither of them were willing to accept that it was just awkward.

“Jay, stop” Hailey said, causing her partner to crack a small smile. “If you need to talk to me after a bad case, that’s the only place I want to be. I’m always here for you, even when we’re this far away” the last part was delivered with a bit of scorn.

“Thanks Hailey, and you too” he said, lifting a little bit of weight off both of their shoulders as they began to flow back into normal conversation.

Another week had passed and Hailey had told Jay a little more about Liam, but only if it came up in conversation so currently all he knew was his name and his job and what his coffee order is (he’d heard Hailey getting it for him while they were on FaceTime). She quickly realised that Jay didn’t enjoy listening to her talk about him so she tried to keep it lowkey.

During her last few days in New York, Hailey and Liam came to the mutual decision that they wouldn’t take the relationship any further. They had a lot of fun while it lasted but they both knew that long distance relationships were a lot of effort and with the jobs they had, it would just but impractical.

While she was waiting in the airport for her flight back to Chicago, Hailey found herself saddened by the fact that her and Jay hadn’t texted or called for a couple of days so she opened her phone, pulled up Jay’s contact and called it.

No answer, so she texted.

‘About to board my plane, just wanted to check in’

Jay sent a response quickly.

‘Sorry, deep in a case. Have a safe flight, text me when you land’

She decided to shrug it off but Hailey knew something wasn’t right.

The journey felt like years but after her flight and a taxi ride home, Hailey was finally back in her own apartment in Chicago. It was 2am when she arrived so when she reached her bedroom she quickly changed and got straight into bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The next morning she got up, easily slipping back into her normal routine and went to work. Voight had had offered for her to take a few days to get settled back into Chicago and sleep off the jet lag but she politely declined as she just wanted her normal back.

The day went pretty slowly, no major cases, but Jay was acting different and Hailey knew it. When she first showed up at work she got warm welcomes from Trudy and the whole unit but nothing from Jay, they barely said two words to each other all day that weren’t work-related and it was making Hailey a little upset.

Since they had spent most of the day doing paperwork, the team got sent home at a reasonable time. Adam and Kim left together closely followed by Kevin as Voight silently worked in his office.

Hailey entered the locker room where she knew she would find Jay, and she was right.

As she hesitantly walked through the doorway, Hailey spoke. “Can we talk?”

Jay wasn’t facing the door when his partner walked in but, upon hearing her voice, he quickly adjusted his positioning on the bench he had planted himself on to grab his stuff from his locker so he was looking at her.

“Sure” he replied softly, pretty confident he knew what she wanted to talk about.

“Come over to mine in about half an hour?” Hailey asked.

Jay nodded in response and they both grabbed their things and walked to the parking lot together.

They walked in silence but it wasn’t their usual, comfortable, silence. The air around the two was stiff. Either way, it wasn’t long before they reached their cars and headed their separate ways.

Almost exactly half an hour later, Hailey heard a knock at her door. She got up from her position on her couch and went to answer the door, knowing it would be her partner on the other side.

“Hey” Jay said with a weak smile as Hailey opened the door and he walked inside.

He set his jacket on one of the hooks by the door as he always did when he was at her apartment and made his way to her couch.

Sitting in silence on opposite ends of the furniture both detectives waited for the other to talk first and after a few uncomfortable seconds, Hailey decided that it was probably fair for her to talk first seeing as she was the one who wanted to talk to him and she invited him over.

“What is going on with you?” she asked, not wanting to beat around the bush, just getting straight to the point.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on Jay, don’t give me that crap. You haven’t spoken to me at all since I got back from New York so I’m sorry for assuming my best friend would have more to say after I left for 4 weeks” Hailey rebuked at Jay’s easy response.

“I guess I figured you’d wanna catch up with the team rather than talk to me seeing as we spoke to each other so much while you were over there” he said but Hailey knew that wasn’t the truth.

She started to get angrier but did her best not to show it and kept her cool.

“Well that’s a load of bull” she snapped. “We both know that over the second half of my trip we barely spoke, compared to the first two weeks anyway”

“Oh and thats my fault?” Jay jabbed back, beginning to feel anger rise in himself. Still, they both sat in the same spots on the couch and neither raised their voice.

“Well is it mine?” Hailey replied.

“More like your boyfriend’s” Jay murmered without thinking.

Hailey couldn’t believe what he had just said.

“Is that why you’ve been weird for these past weeks?” She asked “You’re jealous of Liam?”

That word ‘jealous’ played with his head but Jay didn’t reply, still regretting even bringing it up.

“Not that its any of your business, but he wasn’t my boyfriend” Hailey hissed and moved her body to a much more upright position, but keeping their eye contact. “It was a two-week fling, it didn’t mean anything” she continued with a quizzical look on her face.

“Wait so you guys aren’t together anymore?” Jay asked, a little taken aback by what his partner had just said.

“No, we ended things the day before I left because we agreed it was just a bit of fun and neither of us had the want to try a long distance relationship.” she said while relaxing back into the couch again.

Silence fell in the room for a moment as Hailey waited for Jay to say something but instead he just stayed where he was and his brows furrowed.

“Is that really why you’ve been acting weird?” she finally asked when she realised Jay had no intention of speaking.

Still not saying a word, Jay shrugged his shoulders a little embarrassed that he had even made this into a thing, it’s not like he could control who Hailey was dating.

“Oh my god will you please say something or I’m abut to get really mad” she exclaimed with a little more volume.

Jay had no idea what he could say without confessing his feelings right there in the middle of her living room so he kept his mouth shut which really pushed Hailey over the edge.

“Jay” she scoffed “for fuck’s sake what are you doing? You’re in no place to act like this because of a guy I dated for like a minute, last time I checked this partnership wasn’t an exclusive relationship and I can date whoever the hell I want” she began to stand up and continued “Just because you’re not looking for someone doesn’t mean I can’t be”

In reality, both of them knew exactly who they really wanted to date and it was none other than the person right in front of them at that very moment but neither were ready to admit that. Or so they thought, Jay’s mind had other plans.

“Who says a haven’t already found them?” Jay whispered, loud enough for Hailey to hear.

That was the second time this evening that Jay had said something that was meant to be kept in his head. ’God I really need to think more before I speak’ he thought.

“What?” Hailey asked, sitting back down.

“I didn’t mean-“ Jay began.

“So you are seeing someone” Hailey cut in.

“What?” his forehead creased “no, I’m not seeing anyone” he said truthfully.

“But you just said you found-“

“You, Hailey” and he did it again, Jay spoke before he could stop himself. However, this time, it proved to work in his favour, as a large smile appeared on his partner’s face.

For Chicago’s best detectives, both Jay and Hailey looked pretty stupid right now. But not stupid in a bad way, stupid in a huge-smile-on-your-face-don’t-know-what-to-say way.

For a second, they both remained still, not entirely sure what had just happened and where to go from there. Then Hailey made a spur of the moment decision and launched herself at Jay.

First she put a hand on his cheek and that was quickly followed by her placing her lips to his and pulling her leg over his knees so she was sitting in his lap and they were face to face.

Without ever breaking the kiss, Jay’s hands momentarily explored Hailey’s body, mainly moving up and down her torso, whereas Hailey kept both hands on his cheeks or gently around his neck, softly touching the hair on the back of his head.

Both were very content as it felt like the whole world was slipping away and they were all that existed. Hailey could feel a huge smile on Jay’s face as they kissed and it only made hers grow wider as their tongues intertwined and they bit at each other’s lips.

Though they had exchanged no words further than Jay implying that Hailey was all he was looking for, neither of them felt it was necessary.

Since they day they had met, the two had gone from strangers, to partners, to best friends, to admitting they trust each other more than anyone else and would follow each other blind. But they had always been Hailey and Jay, and thats exactly what they were that night, nothing had changed between them apart from the enormous weight that was their unspoken love for each other was lifted off their shoulders and they were just Hailey and Jay.

#chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #one shot #fan fiction

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alternateafterthought · 4 years

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Arcane

Ø Meaning: Secret, Mysterious, Understood only by few. MAGIC

Ø Pairing: Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi x Reader

Ø Summary: Some secrets are kept for the good of people. Some secrets are kept for abuse or power. Yoongi had been a victim of abuse and power, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else use secrets for that purpose. So, when Y/N comes into his life with secrets, he doesn’t want to fall into that rabbit hole again. He doesn’t want to give all his trust to someone who will abuse their power over him. But maybe Y/N’s secrets are a good thing.

Ø Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

Ø Warnings: None

Ø Word Count: 1897

Ø A/N: Hey guys… this is my first Min Yoongi fic!! After finally finishing my first ever BTS fic, GOLDEN TIME, I started working on this one!! If you haven’t noticed, I really love Hybrid stories and I seem to love writing them just as much!!! So, I really hope you guys love and support this fic like you did with GOLDEN TIME!! If you want to be added to a tag list, message me or leave a comment or ask!! Thank you so much!!

Training a house dog was one thing. Walking around parks and seeing them full of dogs playing and learning to sit, come, stay, roll over was something rather cute.

What wasn’t cute was walking past those same parks to see full grown adult hybrids learning the same tricks as dogs. They may have animal genetics, they may have eats and a tail, and some attributes of their animal counterpart. Yet, it gives no proper reasoning as to why hybrids needed to be trained to sit, stay, come, roll over for a treat like they were lesser.

Hybrids might have been part animal, but they were also part human. A small detail lots of humans seemed to miss themselves.

Y/N walked through the park, having slipped away from her overbearing parents 30 minutes ago, loving being by herself. Even though it was loud, children running and playing, their parents running and shouting after them, hybrids playing with children, dogs running around. There was so much noise, so much around her, and yet it was the most at peace Y/N had been in months.

She was never allowed this type of freedom, not since she was a kid, and so she basked in the walk alone. The rays of the sun warming her up as she stood in the middle of the grassy area, head raised to the sun, eyes closed. The light cardigan over the dress she wore in the summer breeze moved as she looked around, happy to be alone, even for a while.

“HEY, I SAID SIT YOU STUPID ANIMAL!”

A rather loud, high pitched shout caused Y/N to open her eyes. Y/N blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the bright light of the sun, only to catch the ending of a tall woman hitting a hybrid.

From where Y/N stood she could make out small golden ears on top of the hybrids head, the same colour of the mop of golden hair on the hybrids head. A long golden tail wrapped around the hybrids own thigh as the hybrid curled in on themselves, their hands moving up to cover their face.

The hybrid was obviously scared, and it was even more obvious that no one was going to help the hybrid. Human and hybrids alike just looked as the woman punished her hybrid for not listening to her before looking away. Y/N noticed some hybrids, the closer ones and younger ones looked at the hybrid sympathetically, but the whole world knew that no one could help the poor hybrid. Like Y/N, all they could do was watch, before turning away herself.

Moving off the grass, Y/N followed the path to the edge of the park, joining the crowded streets of people. Y/N only had so much time to herself before her parents found her again, and that was an argument she could wait for. After all, this was the reason she had convinced her parents of this trip to the city, having planned the whole trip out.

Checking her watch as she moved across the street, Y/N only had 3 more hours before she had to meet her parents back at the hotel. She was already setting something up that would undoubtedly give her parents some type of heart attack, the least she could do was be on time.

Well as on time as a daughter can be in adopting a hybrid without her parents knowing she would.

Following the GPS on her phone, Y/N finally made it to the shelter, quickly opening the door. She was welcomed by a lively room, what was obviously once white walls were now covered in pictures of hundreds of hybrids. Some playing by themselves, some obviously posing for the camera and some with the biggest smile and humans, just having been adopted. The people in the room seemed to be just as lively, smiles and laughter coming from everywhere.

Y/N could tell who worked at the shelter, the purple shirts with the words “HOPE Sanctuary” on the back told her just that. It seemed there was a small family who had just happily adopted a dog hybrid, from the looks of it the young hybrid must have been the same age as the son he currently played with. There was also an elderly couple who had just adopted a cat hybrid, the younger feline standing next to the elder woman who gave the hybrid such a warm grandmotherly smile.

“Excuse me?” A voice spoke from behind Y/N. “Can I help you?”

A young woman stood next to Y/N; the purple shirt she wore matched the purple hair she sported. She was beautiful, the smile on her face was infectious, the soft dimples making her look that much younger. Y/N could tell she enjoyed working here, it was always good to see that there were humans like her that only wanted the best for hybrids.

“Hi yes. I called a few days ago about adopting a hybrid?” Y/N recalled the conversation she had with a very cheerful man.

“Ah yes, the older hybrid, right?” The woman’s eyes seemed to spark something. “If you would just take a seat, I will go get the owner.”

“Oh okay, thank you.” Y/N bowed her head before moving to sit in one of the chairs.

Sitting on one of the free chairs, Y/N’s phone buzzed, reaching into her handbag to check the screen. She breathed a sigh of relief, thanking every god she could think of it wasn’t her parents. It was just a reminder, a needed reminder, but just a reminder to take her medication.

It was a simple enough task, one she did willingly, taking the small tablets then the water in the bottle she always carried around. She may not like it, she may not like the effects of them, and she may not like how her parents treated her like some child. But at 24 years old, she knew when to argue about something, and when to accept her fate and do as she’s told.

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N?” A familiar voice made Y/N look up as she screwed the lid tightly on her water bottle. “I’m Jung Hoseok, but please, J-Hope is what everyone calls me. I believe we talked on the phone.”

“Yes, Mr. Jung…” Y/N caught his eyebrow raise before laughing a little as she stood, taking the man’s hand in a handshake. “J-Hope.”

“Would you follow me to my office?” J-Hope gestured towards an office door, and with a nod they both moved towards it. “Can I just say, when we got your call that you were interested in one of our older hybrids, I just had to take your case personally.”

“Oh?”

“It’s nothing to be worried about, trust me.” J-Hope smiled widely, letting Y/N know he was excited. “It’s just when it comes to hybrids, people normally go for the younger children or even teens. I worry about the older hybrids, and unfortunately any hybrid over the age of 21 is considered old.”

“Really?” That was news to Y/N, her eyes wide as she took a seat opposite J-Hope.

With a sad nod from J-Hope, he moved some paperwork around, obviously finding the right stack; “So when you said you had interest in older hybrids, I just knew it was a case I had to take.” He finally found the right stack of paper with a small sound of approval. “We currently have 6 older hybrids here and I would love you to meet them all. Though with 2 of them unavailable you will only be meeting 4 of them.”

“What species of hybrids are they?” Y/N sat up straight in her chair, intrigued and happy. “The ones I’ll be meeting at least.”

“Two dog hybrids, a fox hybrid and a cat hybrid.” J-Hope looked up and smiled as he handed over 4 files to Y/N. “These are everything about them, you can read them first or you can meet them first, which ever you choose first.”

Looking down at the 4 files, she quickly flipped through them, a picture on the front of each yellow file. All 4 hybrids were males, first was a golden retriever hybrid, sandy blonde hair, the same colour as his floppy ear. He had a boxy smile, large eyes that shone brightly and he seemed to have been playing in mud as the picture was taken. Mud covered his clothes, parts of his face and hair had muddy stains, he seemed to be having a great time, even in the picture.

The second was a German Sheppard hybrid, large ears stood tall, tan and black, his head was tilted to the side. He looked to have been caught off guard, a book sat on his lap, his mouth opened slightly. He looked tall, even sitting on what looked to be his bed, his large hands looked like they wanted to move up to block the camera from taking his picture. There was a small note on the front of his file “Would be best suited for someone who lives close to the outdoors.”

Third was a very handsome hybrid. Anyone could tell that hybrid or not, he was truly very handsome, his black hair matched his shorter black ears. His eyes bore into the camera it seemed, welcoming anyone who looked at the picture. His smile was almost childlike compared to his eyes, his lips looked so soft and pink and honestly Y/N could stare at them all day. Y/N saw that he was the oldest of the 4 hybrids, and yet he could easily be mistaken for so much younger than his age.

The final file was of the only feline hybrid in the pile. A hand covered most of the view of the hybrid, but from what she could see was a pair of intense eyes. They looked almost black, his hand covered one of them, but still they drew her in, if not making her shiver. His hair was jet black, as were his small ears, in the light of the photo there was almost purple streaks. There was a small note left for him too; “If he is not adopted in the next 6 months, he must be signed up for the breeding program.”

“Um… could I meet them maybe?” Y/N lifted her gaze up from the feline hybrid. “I just… I think I would feel a lot better if I was able to meet them before making a decision.”

“Of course, you can. Would you like to meet them all together, or one at a time?”

“I think it would be better one at a time.” Y/N moved the files to sit on her knees.

“Perfect choice.” J-Hope stood. “Follow me and I’ll take you to a meeting room.”

Soon J-Hope had set Y/N up in a room, large windows that completely illuminated the room, two comfortable looking chairs and a table between them. J-Hope had left to go get the first hybrid as Y/N paced a little around the room. She was scared to meet them, but she was more scared of walking out of the shelter without a hybrid.

It was the one thing in her life that she truly needed right now, she needed independence. A hybrid would give her that.

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hockeyboysiguess · 4 years

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beer and beanies | j. benn

a/n: this is entire the fault of @danglesnipecelly, so you can thank her, i guess

word count: 3.2K

wine beer pairing recommendation: a nice, local beer. support your local breweries businesses. something over 6%, because why not?

warnings: language and smut. it’s basically all smut.

You scrambled to get to the door, one earring in and the other halfway in, hands fiddling to get the other hook through your ear. You shouted that you were coming, but you knew the person on the other side already knew you were. He knocked again anyway just to push your buttons, making you huff in annoyance. You held your earring in place with one hand, then yanked your front door open with the other.

“Jamie, you knew I was coming,” you sighed, finally able to get your earring all the way in and take a look at him instead of his shoes

“Oh, hi there. What did I do to deserve getting to look at you across the table all night?”

You rolled your eyes at him as he stepped into your apartment, reaching for you. His large hands found your hips, anchoring himself to you as he leaned down and dropped a deeper than expected kiss to your lips. As he pulled away, you sighed, seeing your lipstick smeared across his lips. You reached up, placing a hand on his stubbly jaw, and wiped your thumb over his lips.

“You could just not wear lipstick, you know,” he teased you, despite both of you knowing full well that cherry red lipsticks made his knees go weak and his pants get a little tighter when he thought about them around his cock. “That way you won’t have to clean it off me and you won’t get all huffy when you have to fix it.”

“Your suggestion has been noted and filed away in the trash where it belongs,” you teased back, wiping away the last bit of red at the corner of his mouth. “Wouldn’t have been a problem tonight if you weren’t so early it didn’t have time to dry.”

“Oh, sorry,” he smiled down at you, pulling you in tighter. “I’ll show up late next time then.”

You rolled your eyes, giving his broad chest a shove so he released you. You did need to fix the lipstick he ruined after all. He followed you into your room, taking a seat on your bed. He fiddled with his phone as you fixed what he ruined so casually, a constant in your relationship with Jamie. You watched him through the mirror over your shoulder as you touched up the edge of your lipstick with your thumb. He looked good tonight, but to your credit, so did you. Black t-shirt, light jeans, and black beanie covering his thick, dark hair, he looked every bit like the fall boyfriend roll he was playing tonight, zip up sweatshirt over it all, sleeves pushed up, tattoos exposed. He wore the sweatshirt even though he was always warm because you always got cold, but never remembered your jacket. Throwing on a sweatshirt was easier than trying to make you remember you bring your own.

“Ready,” you told him, watching through the mirror as his head snapped up, eyes going straight to your ass bent over in front of him, mirror in the background for him.

You watched as he licked his lips softly, trailing his eyes up your body until they met yours. Jamie was never shy about appreciating you. He told you with his eyes and his hands more than his words, but the longer you’d been together, the most comfortable he got with telling you how he felt.

“What if we just-”

“Jamie, we’re going. You’ve wanted to go to this brewery since it opened,” you reminded him.

Jamie sucked in a quick breath through his teeth as you stood up, giving him a little shake of your ass for good measure before grabbing your purse and tossing it across your body. Jamie came up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. He leaned his head down, pressing a kiss to your temple. His hands trailing down, ghosting over your hips and up your sides.

“But what if we just went a little later?” Jamie tried again, breathing out the words into your ear softly.

“Jamie, we’re going. I already called an Uber.”

Jamie leaned his head back, face pointing toward the ceiling, and groaned audibly. He gave your hips a tight squeeze, but surrendered when he realized you weren’t budging. He was grumpy climbing into the back of the Uber, hand high on your thigh under your skirt, rubbing circles with his thumb hoping to drive you crazy enough to tell the driver to turn around, with no such luck. He was grumpy until you got a beer in his hand and sat down in the back corner of the outdoor patio of the brewery, a pretzel on its way from the kitchen, fall breeze in the air.

“Happy now?” you teased him when he made a pleased noise deep from his throat when the waiter dropped off the pretzel, complete with beer cheese.

“Would’ve been happier to have just bent you over and fucked you in front of the mirror like I wanted.” Jamie smirked as a blush rose in your cheeks from his words, “But I guess a beer and a pretzel with a pretty girl is an okay second option.”

“Just an okay second option?” you teased him as you ripped part of the pretzel off for yourself.

“Pretzel or your pussy?” Jamie pretended to think about it for a second, brown eyes looking up to the sky, head tilting from side to side. His eyes locked with yours before he spoke again, “Yeah, not even close.”

You nodded softly in understanding, “The pretzel is better. I understand.”

Jamie laughed loudly, hand coming to his stomach as his other wrapped around his beer again, “Yeah, sure. You got it.”

Comfortable conversation fell over both of you. You told Jamie about your week. He told you about the short road trip he’d gone on. Both of you used up your saved information, the stories you didn’t share over your nightly Facetimes while he was away. Jamie always called you, no matter the time, even just for a minute or two. He wanted to hear your voice before he went to sleep, win or lose, he wanted you.

He really wanted you right now though, four beers deep for him, two and a half for you, giggles pouring out from you. You laughed at all of his dumb jokes when you were tipsy, something tipsy Jamie appreciated since he could never quite tell just how badly the quality of jokes he was telling was degrading. You laughed all the same, one of his favorite sounds. Nothing compared to the ones he was going to draw from you as soon as he could get you out of this goddamn brewery he had wanted to go to until you put on that shirt, the white one with the little flowers and the puffy sleeves, and the killer thigh high boots. He definitely hadn’t wanted to go after seeing those two things, but you’d drug him here anyway. Now, he was just trying to figure out how to get you out of here and into any bed, any bed would work at this point. Hell, Jamie wasn’t picky. A couch would work honestly.

It took him another beer and another half an hour to do it, finally just closing the tab and calling an Uber while you were in the bathroom. You had made friends, something Jamie usually appreciated, if you didn’t look so damn good tonight. Who was he kidding though. You looked this good every night. He was just using it as an excuse to himself to drag you out of the bar without guilt.

You stumbled through the front door of your apartment one short Uber ride later, his hands on your hips, tugging at you to keep you close and accidentally making you rock back into him in the process. The drinks were hitting you both, making Jamie tip back into you, almost sending you both sprawling on the floor, but his grip on your hips shifted to one hand as he caught the door frame to keep you both upright.

“Sorry, baby,” he laughed, his lips finding your neck as he kicked the door shut behind him. His hands slid over your sides, feeling your curves under his palms, the sweater and skirt combination had been driving him crazy all night. You wore a sweater but still had to steal his sweatshirt halfway through your third beer. “God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

“Ever look in a mirror, Jamie?” you joked with him, making him laugh against your skin.

His hands tugged on your hips as he lifted his head, pulling until you spun around to face him. One of his large hands moved up to cup your jaw softly, thumb brushing over your cherry red lips softly. He looked at you, eyes glazed over, like you were his favorite painting that he couldn’t believe actually hung in his home. He pressed a deep, searing kiss to your lip, leaving you breathless, as he slowly pushed you back against the wall next to your front door. One of his legs carded between your thighs, giving you some friction you desperately needed even if it was just against his jeans. Jamie had known exactly what he was doing when he got dressed for your date, black beanie on his head. He knew that something about it drove you wild and did it anyway, hoping this would be the result.

His hands were under your sweater now, rubbing over your skin firmly, ghosting over your nipples over your bra. His movements were sloppy, lips rough against yours before he moved to leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. You moaned when he sucked on a mark on your collarbone that was still healing from earlier in the week. You felt him smile against your skin in response to the sound before your hands found the dark strands of his hair peeking out from under the beanie at the nape of his neck and tugged on him, making him hiss softly.

“You’re desperate tonight,” he noted as one of his hands found their way under your skirt, running up the outside of your thigh.

“So are you.”

He cursed when you palmed him roughly through his jeans, dark, wide eyes rolling back in his head for a moment. You popped the button on his jeans and watched as his eyes snapped forward, chin dipping down to look at your hand as you slowly inched the zipper down, taking your sweet time.

“I want to fuck you right here,” Jamie said through closed teeth, trying to keep himself a little under control.

“Then stop talking about it and do it,” you replied with a coy smile on your lips.

Jamie cursed again, mumbled something about how he was pretty sure you were going to kill him one day, before wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up. He guided your legs around him, letting your back against the wall and his hips do the work of supporting you so his hands could wander exactly where he wanted them to. He fisted his hands at the edge of your skirt and pushed up until the material of it until it was settled around your waist. Satisfied, Jamie dropped his mouth to yours again, leaving a deep, wet kiss at had you whimpering when he broke it a little as he tried to push his jeans and boxers down. He groaned at the sounds you made, every single time. They were his favorite thing, playing over and over in his mind when he couldn’t have you, when he was in hotel rooms alone with only his memories of you and his right hand to keep him company.

Jamie pushed your panties aside, not even bothering to try and wrangle them off you with the position you had settled into. Two long fingers ran up your pussy and Jamie cursed when he realized how wet you already were for him. Still, he behaved himself just enough to slide the two digits into you first, making sure you really were ready for him. He didn’t behave himself enough not to curl his fingers up suddenly, running over your walls, making your grasp desperately at his broad shoulders at the sensation.

“Jamie,” you whined, “I need your cock.”

“Patience, patience,” he clicked his tongue softly, mouth focused on leaving bruising kisses on your neck.

You huffed and gave his chest a small shove, even to make his head pull back. His brown eyes, pupils blown out, looked you over, fingers still moving in and out of you slowly and steadily. Your cheeks were flushed from the combination of alcohol, Jamie, and that you were still wearing a goddamn sweater. You yanked it and the tank top you wore underneath it over your head clumsily, tossing them onto the floor. In a bra, with your skirt bunched up around your waist, panties pushed to the side, the heels of your boots digging into his ass, and two fingers curled deep inside, Jamie still couldn’t believe you were really his sometimes. But when you were like this, needy and desperate for him, begging for him, maybe you really were his and not a dream he’d wake up from someday.

“Please, Jamie,” you begged again, hands on the back of his neck, keeping him close. “Please fuck me.”

Jamie was never good at saying no to you, especially when you were like this. He cursed as he shifted, fingers sliding out of you in favor of wrapping around his cock to line up with your entrance. He teased at your entrance, hips tilting forward and backward to let the head of his cock run up and down your slit. You whined, nails digging into the back of his neck, a silent beg for him to do something, anything. Jamie pushed into you suddenly, letting out a string of curse words as you took all of him so easily, hips stopping against yours.

“Fucking hell, baby,” Jamie groaned. “So fucking good for me.”

“Always good for you,” you replied, eyes closing as you let yourself enjoy the feeling of him inside you.

“Yeah, you are,” Jamie laughed softly. “Do me a favor, yeah?”

You opened your eyes slowly, your body still thoroughly enjoying the feeling of having him exactly where you had wanted him since he put that damn beanie on his head before you left the house, which was still on, still driving you crazy. He offered up two fingers to you, the two that had been inside of you, fingertips brushing your lips.

“Clean these off for me while I fuck you, yeah?”

You had barely started to nod, lips parting when his hips tilted back, almost sliding completely out of you. As his fingers slid into your mouth, his hips pushed forward and up into you sloppily. You moaned around his fingers, nail digging deep into his shoulders through his shirt, hard enough you knew you were leaving marks that would be there tomorrow in your desperation. Jamie’s free hand gripped your hip tightly, hard enough you knew it would be sore tomorrow, to keep you from moving up the wall with each thrust. There was nothing gentle about how he was fucking you and you didn’t want there to be. This is what you wanted all night, his self control loosening just enough to fuck you like this.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Jamie mumbled when he pulled back from your now bruised neck to look at you. “So pretty for me, baby.”

Your tongue slid over his fingers, circling them gently and he cursed again at the feeling, hips stuttering and slowing against yours for a moment. He ran his thumb softly over your cheekbone as you sucked hard on his fingers, hollowing your cheeks out. Jamie’s lips parted as he watched and felt your actions, hips still as he watched you for a moment. If he wasn’t already buried inside you and very much enjoying that, he would push you into your knees and feel the back of your throat. Well, it was still early in the night, so maybe he would get both before it was over.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Jamie whined out.

He adjusted his grip on your hip before snapping his hips back up into yours. You moaned out against his fingers, jaw going slightly slack at the angle he was managing to hit over and over that had your eyes rolling back. One of your hands scratched down his chest, grateful he was wearing a t-shirt for once because you definitely would’ve given him marks he would’ve had to explain in the locker room tomorrow otherwise.

“Touch yourself for me, baby,” Jamie grunted into your neck where his head had naturally fallen into again. “Cum all over my cock for me. Let me feel you.”

You bit your lip hard in response, trying to bite back another desperate whimper to no avail. You dropped two fingers to your clit and started with small, smooth circles, quickly picking up your pace as you felt that familiar tightening in your stomach and your breath picked up. Jamie could feel just how close you were. He could feel it in how your body was tensing against his. He could hear your breaths getting shorter, heavier, the little moans leaving your mouth getting more desperate as you chased your release. He could feel your moans against his fingers still in your mouth, muffling the sounds he knew would wake your neighbors with how desperate you were being tonight. He used his hand on your hip to pull your hips forward and off the wall. Jamie could feel how close you were and he wanted to, needed to, see your face when you hit your high.

He lifted his head from your neck and his eyes found yours. He smirked ever so slightly before sliding almost all of the way out, then back in quickly, enjoying the depth the adjusted angle gave him. Your eyes went wide as he buried himself deep inside you, then pulled out only to repeat the motion again. Jamie watched your shoulders tense, your pupils dilate wider, and he felt more than heard your scream around his fingers as your orgasm hit you. You tightened down around him and Jamie willed his eyes not to roll back as he came, wanting to see every inch of his handiwork across your face.

You were both gasping for air as Jamie finally slid his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand cup your face gingerly, cheek hot under his palm. His fingers that had definitely left bruises on your hip was rubbing it softly now, relaxing the tense muscles underneath.

“Well, that was fun,” Jamie laughed, making you smile and nod in agreement. “You good?”

“I’m so good, Jamie,” you laughed, letting the residual feelings of your high wash over you. “So fucking good.”

“Good.” Jamie pressed a hand on your calf that was sitting on his waist, encouraging you to tighten your grip on him, which you did. His hand moved up, pulling your arm over his neck, then the other with his opposite hand, before letting his hands come to your ass, lifting you from the wall easily. “Because after your little show there with your mouth, I’m going to need to feel those pretty lips around my cock tonight.”

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rosiesandlilies · 3 years

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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

Jisoo x Female Reader

(6.2k words)

synopsis: when is enough, enough? when is it the right time to stop loving someone? Kim Jisoo is faced with a tough decision to break things off with her wife and the mother of her children or stay in the relationship to keep her wife and kids safe from the media, what does she do?

A/N: last one for today. enjoy this jisoo angst eheheh. btw, all the pictures are edited by me, none of them are real except for some of the photos that i used from dispatch ahah, so credits to dispatch for the first two photos.

Seoul, South Korea 2:00AM

Author's POV.

jisoo huffs as jennie shoves her phone in front of her face. "what? you're just going to sit there and act like nothing's happening? it's all over the internet jisoo! this is the third time it's been happening, you seriously can't pretend like it's not happening then have YG let out a statement when it's obvious," jennie pointed harshly on the phone, the photo of y/n and some girl kissing at a bar was painfully obvious. the married woman was cheating for the third time. jisoo bit her tongue in an attempt to conceal the tears ripping their way up her throat. the pain wasn't even there anymore, it was numbing at this point, all jisoo could do was cry and get angry.

chaeyoung and lisa remain silent, they both didn't want to intervene on the argument happening. it hurt them that jisoo was breaking more and more each day, it was unfair to her and to their daughter. "what do you want me to do jennie? tell the world that 'yes my wife i'm so in love with, the woman i married and have a kid with' is cheating on me! we're in the media everyday, my family is in the public's eye-" jennie snapped and slapped her band mate on the cheek. the frustration and anger jennie was feeling towards her band mate was at a boiling point. when did jisoo get so stupid?

"yes! yes jisoo. that's exactly what i want you to do! i want you to tell the world that then divorce her rather than look like an idiot in front of your family, our fans, us and yourself! you're letting your daughter grow up in that type of environment?!" it was jisoo's turn to slap jennie, the harsh sound echoed it's way in the dorm that the four used to share together when they were a little younger. "i can't jennie! i can't! i have a daughter, i need to think about her, growing up with a broken family never works! and i can't leave y/n, i love her too much to leave," jisoo fell to her knees and let lisa hold her, the shorter girl let her sobs tear through her throat, each sob represented the state that her heart was in; broken, hurting. she just wanted it all to stop, to go away, to be back in the arms of her lover, her old lover.

she doesn't know where she went wrong. was she boring? was she not enough anymore? did she get ugly after giving birth to their daughter? why was her lover so good at lying?

jisoo wailed, thrashed and broke down in the arms of her members.

Hannam The Hills, Seoul

Jisoo's POV.

the door opened while i held onto areum, she was fast asleep after i fed her, she was excited to tell y/n about her day at pre-school but as i had expected before, y/n wouldn't be home early enough for her daughter to still be awake. i look up and see my wife wearing all black. her black skinny jeans shaped her legs beautifully while her black tank top loosely fit her frame, her black blazer hanging loosely on her shoulders.

pain shot through my heart knowing that the woman before me wasn't mine. at least not anymore.

"hi," she spoke, her voice sweet and soft. i smile and hold onto areum tighter, she was the glue keeping y/n with me.

y/n takes off her blazer and ruffles her hair before walking over to me, her attitude completely normal, almost like she wasn't just caught in another cheating scandal. y/n crouches in front of me and takes something from behind her. before handing me the bag, she lifts her head up and kisses my lips, almost like she's in love with me.

"hi.." i whisper against her lips like a stupid idiot, the feel of her lips on mine was my favourite. she presents me with a bouquet of flowers and a bag from Cartier.

i hold the urge to roll my eyes back. she always did this, she knew she made a mistake and showers me with flowers and gifts, buying my forgiveness and like the idiot i am, i accept it and forgive her.

"i'm sorry.." she whispers against my lips. i simply smile, words becoming way too hard for me right now. "open it.." she lets out softly while stroking our daughter's hair. i hold back the whimper that threatens to escape my lips when i come in contact with a silver bracelet that i've been wanting ever since we got married but never had the time to buy.

i look down and let tears fall freely from my eyes. it hurt too much, the gift was so sentimental. she promised she'd get me this when we were in love, when she was in love with me, when she loved me. she promised me she'd get me this when she was still mine,

but she wasn't mine anymore.

so instead of smiling, i hug her. i sob into her neck and let her arms fall around me. "i'm sorry baby..i'm so sorry," she whimpers against me like she means it when i know tomorrow it'll be the same.

but i just let because i love her, because i'm an idiot.

as we get ready for bed, she constantly checks her phone, not even hiding the fact that behind the screen, she's texting someone else that isn't me. "are you coming to bed?" i ask, my voice tired and husky from all the crying i did hours prior. "yeah..i will babe," she speaks, her tone distracted and i try to ignore the hurt i feel in my heart when the word 'babe' comes out of her mouth.

it was always 'baby' 'honey' 'love,' never 'babe.' i remember the memory of y/n sitting on my bed in the dorm when we just debuted, she was ranting her heart out about how much she hates the pet name 'babe.' she claimed in was insincere, a word that many people use, even for friends. she has never called me babe until today. "when i get out of the shower, you can tell me all about your day," she leans in and kisses my forehead before setting her phone down on the bed side table and walking into the bathroom.

i try my hardest to not touch her phone, but i'm only human, my curiosity got the best of me and i took her phone in my hand. her wallpaper was her and i with our daughter areum. it felt painful seeing that.

i skimmed through text messages, phone call conversations, photos before throwing her phone away in disgust. i wrap my arms around my body knowing that the hands she touches me with has touched other people.

the smell of flowers brings me back and i sit straight on the bed. "ready?" she asks me, her smile stretching and i can't find myself to hate her.

"baby?" she calls out again. i shake my head and extend my hand, reaching out to her own. "i was wondering if you could take me out this week?" i ask, my voice soft and embarrassed. i shouldn't have to beg my own wife to take me out. y/n sits down quietly, her silence was eating me alive.

"er..i..sure. i'll just call taeho to cover for me at the firm then," she smiles and kisses my cheek.

it takes me five seconds to blow.

"just say you don't want to spend time with me or areum, it's not that hard." i snap, my hands finding the comforter and lifting it up to cover my chest, i felt disgusting.

"i never said anything like that-"

"really?! because it seems like i'm forcing you to spend some time with me. i'm practically begging you each time y/n. i'm your wife! i shouldn't have to beg for your attention, your daughter and i shouldn't have to fight for your attention! this is the third time you got caught y/n! aren't you going to stop?! when is it going to stop?" i clutch the comforter harder, my breaths caught up in my throat. "jisoo-"

"no. you don't get to speak. we're your family. i'm your wife. you have a daughter. aren't you embarrassed?! our family is in the public eye, everyone watches you and you don't have the decency to go some place more discreet for your random hook ups?! at least get better at hiding it y/n! fuck you, honestly, fuck you." i stand up and slap her hard across the cheek. the anger and pain i have been keeping in my chest was seeping out. the first time it happened, she promised it wouldn't happen anymore, i forgave her because i love her. the second time happened and she promised me the same thing, i forgave her because i love her.

"you're hurting me! don't you remember what you promised me?! what you said in the altar?! your vows, your stupid promises?! you can't keep buying my forgiveness with flowers and expensive materials! i just want you back, i want you back to me! why is that so hard?!" i slap her chest and push her, she doesn't fight back, she accepts every blow and i feel myself hating her more.

why couldn't she slap me back? hit me? i want her to hurt me, give me more reasons to leave her, but she sits there and accepts my hits. why couldn't i leave her? why couldn't i just pack up my things and walk out the door and never turn back?

"you're a shit wife, you're a shit mother," i feel my stomach hurt again, it's been happening a lot more these days. i grip my stomach and scrunch my nose up in pain, "are you okay?" my wife calls out from behind me, her tone laced with concern. i wasn't sure who she was trying to fool.

"i'm fine-" as i say those words again, the same feeling comes back and i fall to the ground in pain. "shit. jisoo.." y/n wraps her arm around my waist and i have no strength to pull her away from me. "i'm fine y/n, j-just let go of me," y/n shakes her head and lays me down on the bed. "there's no way in hell i'm going to let go of you. stay there and i'll call our doctor," i don't have time to argue with her as my stomach begins to hurt again and she walks out to call our doctor.

"well mrs. kim, i'm happy to announce that you're once again pregnant."

i sit up quickly and stare at our family doctor, "what?" i ask, genuinely confused. it wasn't a secret that y/n and i did a lot of things together, we were a sexually active couple despite the thorns in our relationship, but we haven't done it in a couple of days.

"you're two week pregnant. you seem to be stressing out too much these days causing the baby to feel stressed as well, i suggest taking a break for a little bit and letting your wife take care of you," i bid the doctor goodbye before sitting back on the bed. y/n lets the doctor out before she walks back into our room. "you're pregnant," she says, her voice happy.

"but you wore protection last time, no?" i watch as y/n sits on the bed and stares at the ground, "wait. you're two weeks right?" i nod and wait for her to say something, "we were drunk at jennie's part two weeks ago, you think we might've forgot a condom?" she questions. my mind floats back to the memory of us getting into the house intoxicated then fucking in every corner of the house before passing out on the bed.

"shit." i say, my mind racing with a bunch of scenarios. y/n and i's relationship was a mess, were we ready to bring another kid into the mix? wouldn't it complicate our relationship more? i needed y/n to help me with the kids, i was going to need her help when the pregnancy would get harder. i needed her here with me. but how could that happen when she's all over the place with so many girls?

"hey.." y/n strokes my thigh, "i know what you're thinking..b-but i'm going to be here jisoo. i know i fuck up more times than you can count, but i love you and i love our kids. i'm not going anywhere."

i stare at her, the words leaving her mouth sounding like a joke to me but i can't help but have hope when i see a flash of love in her eyes.

YG Entertainment, Mapo-gu, Seoul

Jisoo's POV.

i close my eyes to prepare myself for the scolding i was about to get. the girls were beside me, reassuring that i'd be fine, but i knew that was far from the truth. bokyung was going to scold me and neither the girls and i were going to hear the end of it.

"the same issue again jisoo. what are we going to tell them this time?" she had her hands on her waist and her eye brows were furrowed, "when are you going to tell your wife to stop being so stupid? this is ruining our image jisoo, your image, the girl's image. i don't know what else to tell the reporters or how i'm going to make this situation go away when it's clear that your wife is cheating on you." bokyung sat back down and continued her rambling, "if you and y/n have problems, will you at least try to keep it out of the company or your image as a group?" the woman waved her hand around and signaled for us to leave. "i'll come up with something but this will be the last time jisoo. you're lucky that your wife is the biggest investor of this company."

i walk out, my hands were sweaty. i hated having talks with the CEO, they never ended well. i feel lisa's arms around me, her scent giving me the courage i need. "hey..you'll be okay jisoo-ya.." jennie walks past us and straight into the elevator, she was mad, i could already tell.

"i just don't get what's so hard in leaving her," jennie says, her tone mocking me. "i can't leave her jennie, she's my wife-"

"there you go again with all that talk about her being your wife, i get she's your wife but fucking hell jisoo, can't you see we're all getting affected by your relationship?"

"i can't leave her jennie," i try to keep my calm but i knew that was far from happening. my pregnancy hormones were going to kick in sooner or later. "she stopped being your wife all those months ago when she started this. i don't know if you're just acting stupid or trying to convince yourself that she loves you, but that's enough of a reason for you to leave her."

the elevator hits the ground floor, lisa and chaeyoung help me out while jennie walks in front of us. i was close to blowing up, i already knew how stupid i was, i didn't need jennie to keep shoving it in my face.

at the dorm, it was quiet, too quiet. chaeyoung and lisa were just sitting together, not really saying much and jennie was still fuming. i couldn't really blame them.

"i like your bracelet unnie," chaeyoung says cheerfully, walking over to examine the fine piece of silver. "thanks chaeyoung-ah, y/n got it for me yesterday," i smile happily. we all hear jennie sigh, "was it another sorry gift?" lisa asks, her voice curious.

"of course it was lisa. y/n is never actually sorry," i roll my eyes and stand up. i was sick and tired of hearing jennie say such rude things behind my wife's back. i knew she screwed up more than once but jennie didn't have any right to speak about y/n like that.

"can you shut up for one second jennie? i know y/n made mistakes and isn't the best at showing she's sorry but for once can you just shut your mouth and stop saying things? you don't think this is hard for me? you don't think i feel stupid to let this go on for months? you don't think i'm embarrassed? fuck jennie, will you pause and listen for once in your goddamn life?"

the raven haired girl looks at me with a stoic expression, one i know too well from jennie kim.

"then speak." she simply says.

i sit back down and close my eyes, my head was starting to hurt again. "i'm pregnant," all my members look at me with wide eyes, trying to process the information i just told them. "i found out last night cause i nearly fainted and y/n got really worried so she called our doctor and he revealed that i'm 2 weeks pregnant," chaeyoung lets out a smile and holds my hand.

"i can't leave her jennie because i'm stupidly in love with her. i can't leave her because we have a family together. i can't leave her because we have areum together, i can't leave her because we're bringing in another life," i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding. it was hard bottling up your emotions and not being brave enough to voice it out.

"but don't you think it's unfair to bring in another life in a fucked up relationship?" lisa questions, her hand soothing my back. lisa never spoke, she hardly says things when it comes to serious situations but i know by her actions that she cares. "i..it's hard lisa. i can't let my kids go through a whole divorce scenario. that'll just make more things stir, the media will get involved and my kids are going to suffer,"

"so you'd rather have them suffer in your broken marriage with y/n?"

"y/n is an amazing mom. she loves them and she somehow makes me feel like she loves me too..."

"jisoo. y/n doesn't love you,"

"you don't see the way y/n takes care of me, you don't see the way she loves areum. you aren't there for the nights that y/n cuddles me because i had a bad dream or i cried too much because of what people were saying about you. she hurts me, she cheated on me so many times but in some fucked up way, she still loves me. she's an amazing partner jennie...i can't find that in anyone else."

i knew jennie wanted to say something, but i pleaded with her not to say anything else. i wouldn't be able to handle it. so she just sighs and brings me into a hug. "we're here when you finally want to divorce your stupid wife," i chuckle and wipe my tears.

"let's move on. we have the how you like that promotions coming soon, we're finally going to come back! and you're going to be pregnant again! oh my gosh, this is so exciting!" chaeyoung claps her hands and drags lisa with her to write down names for my newest baby.

give it to chaeyoung to switch the whole mood around. i was thankful for my sisters, they always knew how to make me feel better.

Hannam The Hills, Seoul

Author's POV.

jisoo walks into the home that she's built a family in, she was pleasantly surprised when she saw the dinner table set with food and areum sitting in her chair, all washed up and fresh. "mommy!" areum yells, her little feet padding across the floor, leaping into jisoo's arms. "hi baby," jisoo greets, her lips meeting her daughter's cheeks. "who cooked dinner?" jisoo asks, carrying her daughter back into the kitchen, "mama did, she even picked me up from school?" jisoo raises her eyebrows at this. they both agreed when jisoo first got pregnant that there would be designated people picking up areum, cooking dinner and other household chores since the both of them were too busy.

"really? where's mama now then?" areum points to the stairs that led to the bedrooms, "she said she was going to shower," jisoo nods and lets areum down. "stay there then princess, i'll go see your mama," areum nods and sits back down on her chair, the show on the t.v. catching her attention.

jisoo walks up the stairs, she was exhausted from their schedule today. they were filming teasers for their newest song and being pregnant along with it was not a good feeling.

jisoo hears the shower running when she enters the bedroom, y/n's outfit laid out on the bed. jisoo takes a moment and sits down on the bed, her fingers reaching over to grab y/n's sweater. the familiar scent lingers in her nose, the warmth and security she feels when she smells y/n's familiar scent. y/n smelt like home to her.

tears unknowingly spring into her eyes, her heart was breaking knowing what has truly happened in their marriage. secrets, lies and affairs. jisoo quickly realizes that y/n isn't hers anymore, but she won't accept that, she won't let y/n go. she's willing to go to hell and back to make sure that y/n remains hers.

no matter what it takes.

"you're home early," y/n speaks, a towel wrapped around her shoulders. jisoo's breath hitches, her wife was beautiful. the porcelain skin along with the water trailing on y/n's shoulders, jisoo's still so in love with her.

"yeah..i told the management that i'm pregnant again so they chose to stop the shoot early," y/n nods and slips into her underwear. jisoo watches with shameless eyes, her eyes trailing over y/n's naked form. they haven't done it in two weeks, jisoo had needs.

the raven haired beauty stands up and walks over to her wife, her lips quickly attacking her wife's neck. "j-jisoo?" y/n slightly pulls away, a smile taking over her lips. "as much as i want to baby, areum is waiting downstairs for us and you're pregnant, it's a little dangerous for us to do it this early on," jisoo huffs and pulls away, she wraps her arms around herself, a little disgusted.

"jisoo.." y/n speaks, her hands grab her wife's arm, "it's not that. it's over, she's gone. there's no one. i know that it seems unbelievable at this point but there's no one," jisoo shuts her eyes and leans into y/n's touch. "you say that now..god knows how long that'll last," y/n doesn't say anything. y/n stopped making promises like that a long time ago. instead of saying anything, y/n leans into jisoo and kisses her neck, 'i'm sorry.'

"i made your favourite," y/n speaks. jisoo smiles back and ignores the hurt in her heart, she has to be used to this by now.

"thank you," jisoo whispers against her wife's back. 'thank you for not leaving, thank you for staying. thank you for being a good mother, thank you for being here with me. thank you for lying to make me believe that you still love me.'

y/n and jisoo don't say anything more. the two words holding more weight than intended.

dinner was all smiles, the conversation was easy but jisoo knew that y/n was doing it to make areum happy.

it's been a week before it came crashing down again. jisoo was in tears, her wife's phone clutched tightly in her hands.

the messages and calls were stabbing jisoo over and over again. was she really that boring? was she not good enough? why did her wife love hurting her so much?

"jisoo? i got the-" y/n's words are stopped when she sees her phone in jisoo's hand, bourbon and whiskey surrounded her wife, tears were flowing, eyes were red.

"a week. a fucking week and we're back here. am i some joke to you y/n? is our family some kind of joke to you?" y/n panics and kneels down to jisoo's height.

"jisoo, you're pregnant, you shouldn't be drink-"

"i can do whatever the fuck i want since you seem to be doing the same." jisoo's eyes are cold, she's had enough, she never knew loving someone could hurt her so bad.

"jisoo.." y/n's excuses are weak, her tongue burning with guilt and her body coiling in disgust at herself. "fuck..jisoo, i'm sorry," it's y/n's turn to sob and weep at the feet of her wife.

y/n never felt good enough for her wife. when they got married, it was all jisoo who was carrying the weight, she was the one bringing home money, it was always jisoo providing for them. she felt pressured to live up to jisoo's expectations. she wanted to make jisoo feel like a queen, she wanted jisoo to have everything she wanted but how could she do that when she didn't even know what she was doing with her life?

she was a failing photographer, her family was pressuring her to take up the spot at the firm but she didn't want to. but then jisoo got pregnant, and her world took a turn. she took up the spot at her family's firm and became a goddamn good lawyer.

but she was unhappy. her relationship with jisoo was great, it was amazing but she was extremely unhappy with herself, it was no excuse but she began her first affair. the late night drinks, late night distractions made her feel better, made her feel better about herself.

the cycle started and until now, she has no idea how to stop. she's afraid, afraid that if she stops, she'll become even more unhappy. if she stops, her distractions would be gone.

"do you even love me anymore?" jisoo chokes on her words, she didn't want to hear the lie that would creep out of her wife's mouth. "you don't have to believe me anymore but i-i..i love you jisoo."

jisoo stands up abruptly, she wipes her tears and looks at her wife with hurt and tears. "no. no, you don't get to do that again. you don't get to do this shit again. you don't get to lie to me anymore, you don't get to say you love me when you really don't-"

y/n stands up with jisoo, shaking her head. afraid that this would finally be the end of their relationship. their treacherous relationship.

"i love you jisoo, i really fucking do. i..i just don't love myself enough to be good for you."

y/n finally confesses. jisoo stares at her wife. the room is tense.

hearts shatter.

lips tremble.

lies get uncovered.

"i'm broken jisoo...so so fucking broken. n-no matter how hard i try to stop..n-no matter how much i try to convince myself that i'm good enough, it never works." y/n tries to stop the tears leaving her eyes. it's time to confess and tell jisoo everything.

"you love me. i love you. but i don't love myself. i'm hurting you because i don't love myself enough. i hurt you because i'm a coward, i hurt you because i'm unhappy with myself. i can't do that anymore. we make such a good team for areum but i can't be a good partner for you.."

jisoo nods. she understands. sometimes love isn't enough.

"okay. i'll contact my lawyer then."

y/n nods, her heart squeezing. "i love you jisoo. i'm sorry i can't be the girl you love."

jisoo smiles and kisses her wife. "i love you too baby. you'll always have my heart. you're still the mother of our kids."

jisoo pulls away and shakes her head at the mess they've created. jisoo reaches the door and turns back around to her wife.

"come back to me when you know yourself. i'll be waiting."

y/n doesn't say much anymore, just a mere nod and jisoo is out of the house.

a week later, the media gets a whiff of the divorce and the tabloids are headlining their relationship.

3 Years Later - Vogue Korea Interview

“so..tell us about you, how are you?”

: i'm good. *smiles* i'm really good.

“it's been three years since your divorce with Blackpink member Jisoo Kim, can you tell us about it?”

: she was the love of my life. our relationship was rocky. she was an amazing partner..an amazing mother. she gave me beautiful children but sometimes a relationship just can't work out no matter how much you try to fix it. i had a hand in the...breaking of our relationship, i committed mistakes that i'm definitely not proud of. all jisoo did was love me but even sometimes that isn't enough. let's just say...those three years made me reflect..*smiles* and become a better person.

“are you and jisoo still in contact?”

: we can't not be in contact. we have two kids together. she and i are amazing co-parents.

“would you ever do the marriage scene again?”

: oh my...*chuckles* how do i say this in a nice way? uh....definitely not. marriage just isn't something for me anymore..

“really? so no more marriage anymore?”

: well..if jisoo were to ask me to go to Uranus with her, i'd do it. if jisoo were to ask me to travel the world, i would.

“so what are you trying to tell the audience?”

: i guess what i'm saying is..marriage is a big no for me...but if jisoo were to ask me to marry again, i would.

“so jisoo...?”

: jisoo is the only woman i'd want to walk down the aisle towards me. jisoo is the only one i'd do the whole marriage scene with again.

y/n removes the mic from her and cranes her neck to the side. the interview was fun and it felt nice to do it, maybe that's why celebrities love doing interviews.

the crew congratulate her and she smiles before heading into her dressing room.

she sits on the chair and plays with her phone, she was hoping a text from jisoo would appear but none do.

a knock comes to her door and she's pulled away from stalking jisoo's instagram page.

"ms. park? jisoo and your kids are here," y/n shoots up from her seat and fixes herself in the mirror. "send them in," y/n speaks.

the door swings open, her two kids; areum and jaehyun run inside. areum was now 7 and jaehyun was 3. y/n kneels down and takes her children into her arms. "i missed you mama!" both her children say in unison. "you two saw me yesterday!" y/n peppers their faces with kisses. they both looked so much like jisoo, it was crazy.

jisoo stood at the doorway and smiled seeing her children interacting with her ex-wife.

y/n notices jisoo in the doorway. the lawyer stands up and smiles at her ex-wife. they saw each other a day ago but the butterflies in y/n's stomach don't go away.

"hi.." jisoo says, "the kids saw the interview and they wanted me to bring them here right away," y/n chuckles and praises the team for uploading the interview incredibly quick.

"thank you for bringing them." jisoo smiles and walks further into the dressing room.

"mommy! can jaehyun and i go to the snack area! please! i saw that they have tteokbokki!" jisoo nods at her children and they're quickly left in a silence.

"so how are you?"

"so your interview,"

they both respond at the same time. "go first," jisoo speaks. y/n shakes her head and sits down on the couch in her dressing room. "now, you go first."

jisoo takes in a deep breath and looks around, "your interview. the things you said, are they true?"

y/n wipes her hands on her suit pants and exhales a breath. her heart was beating out of her chest at the sight of her ex-wife. she was so beautiful, y/n has no idea how she hurt her over and over again.

"they're all true jisoo. i know it's inappropriate to say these things because we've been over for 3 years and you probably don't love me anymore, but fuck jisoo. they're all true, every single word that came out of my mouth-" y/n stops pacing the floor after jisoo holds her shoulders.

"will you let me speak?"

y/n nods and stares at her ex-wife. "it's bold of you to assume that i don't love you anymore. do you really think someone else is willing to deal with your ass? your moody, indecisive ass?"

y/n looks everywhere but jisoo.

"will you please look at me?" jisoo's voice is hoarse and it makes y/n's knees weak. the woman was her kryptonite. "sorry.." y/n apologizes.

"you used to be so cocky and confident, where's that confidence huh? you were confident in that interview that i would want to marry you again, where's that y/n now?" jisoo holds her ex-wife's chin and despite being shorter, jisoo felt like she had all the control.

"it was stupid of me to think that you'd-"

jisoo's lips were on hers. y/n was being annoyingly oblivious and jisoo was getting tired of it.

"you're fucking stupid, you know that?" jisoo speaks as she pulls away. y/n is stunned.

"i told you to come back to me when you know yourself..." jisoo pulls her ex-wife closer to her, she presses their foreheads together.

".....so why aren't you coming back to me yet?"

y/n breathes in and out before capturing the same pink heart shaped lips she hasn't kissed in three years. she's kissing the only woman who's captured her heart again and this time she wasn't going to fuck up, this time she wasn't going to let her go anymore.

"i love you."

jisoo looks at y/n's eyes. all the love and comfort that she's been craving was all there and for the first time in a long time, jisoo believes y/n.

"i love you too," jisoo responds, her lips finding y/n's again.

after a minute or two of reacquainting their lips, they pull apart from each other.

"we're doing this again?" y/n asks, breathless from the kiss.

jisoo smiles and wraps her arms around y/n's neck.

"i'd do this over and over and over again baby."

y/n smiles and jisoo smiles. they both lean in and seal their love in a kiss of forever.

areum and jaehyun peek around the corner, their lips stained with pepper paste but their smiles are wide. areum turns to her little brother and raises her hand, jaehyun was still confused but manages to high five her back.

"we did it jaehyunnie!" jaehyun smiles, his eyes turn into crescents and he celebrates with his sister despite having no clue what's happening.

- fin.

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Roommates (part 4)

Title: Roommates

Pairings: Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of stalking (and mentions of rape), explicit language.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Catch up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Part 4

Even though Bucky has been watching her sleep almost every night, this morning was special. He woke up quite a while ago and had been watching her ever since. She looked peaceful like this, exactly where she belonged – in his arms. Careful not to wake her, he caressed her angelic face.

He was so proud of himself for getting in her bed, even after all they’ve been through. And he would make sure, that he stayed in there. Hence the reason, he didn’t want her to wake up. He was afraid, that she would change her mind and they would go back to being just friends. He was aware, that nothing really happened between the two, but this sure wasn’t just a platonic cuddle, right? At least he hoped so.

He would finally make her his. He didn’t care about the third guy she has mentioned, he would make her fall in love with him, if necessary.

Y/N shifted in her sleep and Bucky growled, as her ass grinded against him for a second. Smiling, she woke up. Immediately, she turned around and snuggled into Bucky’s broad chest, until he thought there wasn’t any space between them anymore.

“I could get used to this,” Bucky said, his morning voice low and raspy.

“I know right? You’re so warm!” Y/N pointed out, her over enthusiastic tone of voice already shining through, making Bucky chuckle.

They spent a few minutes just basking in the morning sun, content in each other’s arms. Until Y/N started poking him, repeating that she’s hungry. With a sigh, he got out from under the warm covers and they headed to the kitchen. Some of the other Avengers were in the area as well. They were eating, conversing or just minding their own business.

Bucky started preparing their breakfast, even when Y/N opposed, saying she’s perfectly capable of making her own food. He had none of that as he told her to sit down and let him pamper her for a day. So, she did.

Pulling out her phone, she hopped on the kitchen counter near Bucky. Her eyes went wide at the amount of missed calls from Jason. He has been calling during the whole night. She must have had her phone set on silent mode.

Her phone rang again. It was none other, than Jason. She showed the screen to Bucky. His face turned into frown as he told her not to answer. She leaned in and touched his forearm, pressing a green button on screen.

“Jason?” She put him on a speaker and Bucky listened intently.

“Yes, it’s me! Y/N, please don’t hang up! I want to apologize to you. Let’s meet. I realize it’s crazy of me to ask you to do this, but just know that I am truly sorry and would like to talk to you. So, that’s why I want to invite you for a coffee or tea, doesn’t matter. We’re going to be in a public place, so you feel safer. Oh gosh, I feel like such an idiot. Meet me in our favourite café in an hour. I’ll be waiting.” And with that, he hung up.

She was so confused. This was not how she imagined the phone call would go. Not knowing what to do, she looked at Bucky, who was tightly gripping a knife, he cut vegetables with.

“Don’t even consider meeting him.” His voice dangerously low, as he ordered. Jaw clenched, brows furrowed, knuckles white – he looked intimidating.

“Why? I mean, he obviously wants to apologize.” She pleaded. Why was she defending him? She always believed in second chances, but Bucky couldn’t let her get hurt by Jason again.

“You’re joking, right? Almost had me.” Bucky chuckled, getting back to cutting the vegetables.

“No, I am quite serious actually. You can’t tell me what to do!” She raised her voice, pulling the attention of other Avengers onto them.

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me, when he tries to rape you again!” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He looked at her with wide eyes.

“Shit! I’m sorry, princess.” He tried to apologize, but she just stared at him in disbelief, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn’t believe he would say something like that to her.

Any hope she had for them getting together vanished. Just like that. There was no way in hell, he liked her back after what he just said.

“Don’t apologize. At least now I know, how you really feel. Don’t worry, I won’t be a burden anymore.” She retorted, her voice poisoned by the rush of hatred and disgust. Everyone in the room watched her storm out, then they focused their unwanted attention on Bucky.

“Real classy,” said Steve, as he walked up to him. Bucky just gave others in a room a cold stare and went back to cutting his vegetables. He fucked up.

Y/N got successfully to her room, without spilling any more tears. It was difficult to keep them in, but she decided, that no man is worth it. She had a hard time taking in what a jerk Bucky came out to be. She was head over heels for him and now, she felt nothing. Her heart was worn out. This was a final hit. She swore to herself to not fall for anyone ever again. Sure, she was being dramatic, but it hurt so badly. And to think, she wanted to finally confess to Bucky today! Ridiculous, she thought.

If Bucky doesn’t want her, then she doesn’t want him. Simple as that. Stubborn as she was, she agreed to meet up with Jason. Not because she was interested to fix their relationship, but because she wanted to give him a chance to explain himself. Also, she wanted to piss off Bucky. She checked herself out in the mirror, the outfit she picked made her look hot. So what, that she was about to break up with a guy? It wouldn’t hurt to look good while doing so.

Making sure to avoid Bucky at all cost, she made her way through the Stark Tower and to the café. Jason was already waiting, as he said he would be. Right after noticing her, he motioned for her to come and sit in the opposite chair to him.

“Hi, thanks for coming, Y/N. You look great.” He gave her an awkward smile, as she greeted him back.

Jason knew how Y/N liked getting straight into the core of the problems, so he cut the small talk and began apologizing. He explained to her, that he was frustrated. When she gave him a puzzled look, he smiled bitterly.

“When you’re dating a pretty girl like yourself and she doesn’t want to sleep with you for such a long time, you start to get all kinds of insecure.”

“No, Jason, I assure you, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She said sincerely and squeezed his hand in hers.

“Well, I thought you weren’t interested in me anymore. One time, I even thought you were cheating on me with that Bucky guy.” He chuckled playfully. Y/N laughed.

“Oh no, not a chance me and him are getting together. But I have to be honest with you. When we met, I was in love with him. I think in a way, I still am. That night, when you came up to me, it was like a sign. So, I took my chances and here we are. But know, that you weren’t just a rebound. Because there actually wasn’t anything to forget, other than a stupid crush. Nothing ever happened between us, I swear. I’m sorry for hurting both of us.” She finished her monologue. Jason held both of her hands now.

“What a coincidence.” Jason said, as a confused expression plastered on Y/N’s face. “I was in that bar only because I broke up with my ex earlier that day. We both just wanted to forget and we found comfort in each other for a while. But I think it’s clear that we aren’t meant to be. Still, that doesn’t justify the way I treated you last time we saw each other. I am so sorry. I can’t stress this enough.” He squeezed her hands as a proof, that he meant every word.

They sat there, enjoyed their beverages and talked like old friends. Because that’s what they were from now on. Just someone, they used to know.

“Have a nice life, Jason.” She spoke in his ear, as they hugged goodbye.

“You too. Who knows, maybe someday, we’ll bump into each other.” He responded, giving her a kind smile. She gave him last kiss on a cheek and then they parted their ways.

Part 5

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The Paper Boy - Chapter 10

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Poor Jamie. Rejection from Claire. Laoghaire being Laoghaire. (side note I pronounce that Lay-og-haire in my head) Who knew a dance would be so difficult?! A03 Link here

Jamie’s chest felt uncomfortably tight as he rode away from Claire’s house. His stomach felt like it was in knots and though he knew he wasn’t going to cry, his throat had constricted and it felt very difficult to breathe.

Shame washed over him. He felt stupid and he felt ashamed. He knew that it was likely that someone would ask Claire. Hell, Frank had tried and she’d said no, so did that mean that she was waiting for him to ask her and he missed his chance?

Well, he knew for a fact that he’d missed his chance, but that didn’t make him feel any better. It wasn’t exactly like he’d dawdled. It was only Tuesday for goodness sake. He’d tried on Monday afternoon but then Mr Beauchamp was there.

Bloody Tom Christie! Jamie had told Tom that he wasn’t taking Laoghaire to the dance. He’d made a point of being outraged by the very thought of it. What did the bastard do next? Only go and ask her straight away! Tom was probably the one that told Claire about the rumour- wanting to secure her as a date. What a snake!

Jamie found that the choking feeling from Claire’s rejection was now being replaced by a white hot anger directed at Tom Christie. No wonder he was running circles around Jamie in class. He must have been concocting his idea, laughing at Jamie behind his back, thrilled when he got his way. Well- Jamie would show him. Tom probably wanted to get a rise out of Jamie. But Jamie would just act like he wasn’t even bothered by it- he would act like everything was just fine. Claire had promised him a dance after all, not that Jamie really knew how to dance. But it was something.

But now… Jamie couldn’t go alone, that would make Tom’s day and Jamie wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. He needed to find a date. Someone that wouldn’t read into it more than what it would be, as friends. Jamie didn’t want to use one of the girls at school to make Tom jealous, he already knew that wouldn’t work, not to mention it wasn’t the most gracious thing he could do to one of the lasses. He briefly wondered if taking one of the other girls would make Claire jealous, but he shut that thought down quickly. She had said ‘yes’ to Tom after all, and she wouldn’t have agreed to go with him if she wasn’t at least a little bit interested.

But who to take now? He really didn’t want to lead anyone on, especially knowing that if things had gone his way it would be Claire by his side. The dance was still a week away, so he still had some time to find someone, but soon enough everyone would be asking everyone else and there would be no one left.

Of course, there was one person that would say yes in a heartbeat, but Jamie wasn’t quite that desperate… yet.

Jamie woke up the next morning still feeling dejected and quite frankly, furious with Tom. He wasn’t sure if he was meant to walk Claire to school like he had been after the disastrous previous afternoon. Maybe she wanted to be left alone. She had seemed almost regretful when she told him that she had said yes to Tom, but she was probably just being polite. Claire was always polite. It was one of the things that Jamie puzzled over the most. Was she just being kind and nice, and laughing with him because she was just a kind, nice and friendly person, or was there something else there?

The last thing that Jamie wanted was read into something that wasn’t there, but then, they’d had their moments. Sitting in the tall grass talking about her parents, the way she held onto him as he drove the motorbike around the farm- the way she looked when he brushed the curl away from her face. Surely there was something there. Surely he wasn’t just reading into it.

Jamie finished his pre-dawn Wednesday paper run, showered quickly and picked up his bike having decided that he should just ride straight to school. He didn’t want to appear like he was stalking her, or that she couldn’t get rid of him. He didn’t want to overcrowd her, especially now that she had Tom sitting over her shoulder. As he adjusted his school bag on his shoulders, he felt his newly acquired mobile phone buzz in the pocket of his trousers. Laoghaire had been messaging him constantly, heavily hinting that she was waiting for him to ask her to the dance. Jamie mostly ignored the barrage of her messages. He barely replied, never opened a conversation or tried to engage with her, but that didn’t seem to matter to Laoghaire.

Preparing himself for a ‘Good Morning’ text from the girl, he was surprised to see it was a message from Claire.

-If you get here fast enough you can have the waffles that Lamb made. It’s his first time and they are bloody amazing.-

Jamie felt his heart stutter at the message. So she did want him to come to her house.

There was a pause and then another message with a picture of a sleepy looking Claire, hair all over the place, smiling with a huge stack of waffles. Lamb was beaming in the background, giving the thumbs up. Jamie couldn’t help but smile at the image before he responded.

-I’m on my way. Save me one.-

Pocketing his phone, Jamie felt much happier than he had for the past 12 hours.

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“I don’t know if I can take credit,” Lamb mumbled with a mouthful of waffle, “it’s the waffle iron really. I just mixed the batter, poured it in and here we are.”

“Yes, but you probably didn’t need to make enough to feed an army, Lamb,” Claire laughed as she tied her hair back.

“Well, I will concede that I haven’t quite worked out the measurements yet, but the little song it sings when the waffle is ready… well, I just couldn’t help myself. Have another one Jamie.” Lamb flung another oversized waffle onto Jamie’s plate. Despite having already inhaled two, Jamie happily dug into his third.

“Once you finish that, we’d better get going,” Claire said as she straightened her tie. “We’ll miss half the day if we are going to sit here and eat every waffle that he made.”

“I don’t mind,” Jamie answered with a mouthful. “They’re good waffles.”

“Regardless of that-” Claire rolled her eyes, “- we do still need to get to school at some point.”

---

The walk to school was… well it wasn’t as awkward as Jamie thought it was going to be. They kept to safe subjects- what assignments they had coming up, what kind of couple would Geillis and Rupert make, would Angus ever shut up- but it wasn’t until they walked through the school gates that it became unbearable- at least for Jamie.

“So... so are you going to ask someone to the dance?” Claire asked innocently. Or at least, it sounded innocent, but she wouldn’t look at him when she asked, and Jamie wasn’t entirely sure she actually wanted an answer.

“Aye, I suppose so,” Jamie answered stiffly. He could see Rupert up ahead and he longed to call out to his friend to interrupt them, to stop wherever this conversation was going to go.

“You wouldn’t… I mean I suppose it would make sense for you… have you thought about asking-”

A bright and cheery voice interrupted whatever Claire was about to suggest and Jamie found himself flinching at the sound.

“Good Morning Jamie. Hi Claire.” Laoghaire McKenzie had spotted Jamie and Claire together and was somehow now walking in between them, though Jamie had no idea how she appeared there.

“Morning,” Claire answered brightly when Jamie didn’t respond.

“I heard ye’re going to the dance with Tom Christie,” Laoghaire babbled excitedly. “Ye make such a lovely couple. I would have thought ye and Jamie were going together. I had no idea that ye had feelings for Tom. Though, I should ha’ seen it, what with the way ye look and him, and he- ye.”

Jamie’s eyes flashed angrily as Laoghaire spoke and he felt his blunt fingernails dig into his palms without consciously telling his hands to make a fist. He felt like he wanted to hit something. Preferably Tom Christie, but maybe a tree trunk would have to do… perhaps at lunch time.

“So who are ye goin’ with, Jamie?” Laoghaire continued, barely pausing to take a breath or let Claire respond. “I’m still available, if ye wanted a date. Our years are together, which is a first. I dinna ken if they’ve ever done that a’fore. So it would work out perfectly.”

“Mr Fraser.” A stern male voice called Jamie’s attention and he nearly sighed with relief at the pause from the onslaught of Laoghaire basically planning out the rest of their lives together.

“Yes, Mr Randall.” Jamie turned back to the teacher who had his arms crossed and was looking down his nose at Jamie.

Claire and Laoghaire stopped and turned with Jamie.

“I believe that I said Mr Fraser, not Miss Beauchamp or McKenzie.” Mr Randall glared at the two girls and Jamie wondered who had shoved the pole up Mr Randall’s arse this morning. Maybe Frank had told his father that Claire had declined his invitation and Randall wanted to intervene. Though why he was stopping Jamie and not Claire, the object of Franks affections, he couldn’t imagine why.

Claire nodded and made her way to their homeroom, throwing a glance back at Jamie to make sure he was ok and smiling briefly.

Laoghaire hesitated for a moment, as if she was going to slow her walk to wait for Jamie but with another glare from Randall she huffed and made her way to her own class.

“Where’s your tie?” Mr Randall asked and Jamie wondered how Randall had managed to notice that he hadn’t had it on when he was walking behind him.

“Sorry Sir, I was in a rush this morning and haven’t had the chance to put it on yet.” Jamie dug the tie out from his bag and quickly swung it around his neck.

“Your shirt,” Mr Randall continued, raising an eyebrow at Jamie, who hastily tucked it in.

“We have a dress code at this school, James.”

Jamie internally shuddered at the full use of his name. It just sounded so formal, especially coming from Mr Randall.

“Is there a reason you think you are above it?”

“I don’t, Sir. I was just in a bit of a rush this morning- like I said,” Jamie replied. Randall was such a stickler for the dress code. None of the other teachers cared how Jamie looked.

“And yet you had plenty of time to be walking quite casually with Miss Beauchamp and Miss McKenzie,” Randall continued, still looking down his nose at Jamie.

Jamie wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to respond, or if he was meant to say anything at all. Silence seemed to be the best choice. Though- it was an untucked shirt and tie. It wasn’t the end of the world. Was he meant to apologise? Not to mention that they’d only just walked through the school gates. He had at least ten more minutes before class started to fix himself up.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Randall threatened. “There will be a detention on the line next time.” With that he swiftly turned on his heel, leaving Jamie thoroughly confused behind him. While he was glad that he didn’t have to answer Laoghaire’s incessant chatter, he didn’t think that an untucked shirt was really worthy of a detention.

Randall really needed to have the stick pulled out of his arse, or maybe to get laid. Though probably the last time that happened, Frank Randall was born nine months later, so maybe not. Jamie laughed at his own joke and picked up his bag again, hastily making his way to his homeroom with Claire.

—-

By lunch time it was clear that Laoghaire was not going to give up finding out who Jamie was going to take to the dance. Going alone seemed like it wasn’t an option. She had caught up with him between classes, somehow making her way in between him and Claire each time. She sat with him during the first break talking with an overwhelming speed about the music she hoped they’d play and the dress she was planning on wearing. Claire didn’t say much, though she wouldn’t have been able to with the rate that Laoghaire was speaking. When Tom came over to speak with Claire, Jamie thought he had just about hit his limit.

The jealousy that was coursing through Jamie was overwhelming as he watched Tom rest his hand against Claire’s knee and she laughed at something he said.

“Jamie… Jamie.” Jamie felt someone tapping his knee and he shook his head, focusing back on Laoghaire again.

“What?” he said stupidly, forcing himself to not look back at Claire and Tom.

“Where’s yer heid at?” Laoghaire laughed patronisingly. “Ye still have’na told me who ye’re planning on taking to the dance.”

“Oh right, I had’na thought about it yet.” A flat out lie, it seemed to be all that Jamie could think about at the moment.

“Well, ye’ll be wanting to ask m- someone soon, ye ken, so ye can coordinate yer outfit.”

There wasn’t all that much that was wrong with Laoghaire, if he really thought about it. She was young, and clingy, didn’t seem to take the hint sometimes and Jamie definitely didn’t want to lead her on. He knew that if he asked her to one dance, even if he clarified that they were just friends, she would tell everyone that they were dating, and that certainly didn’t seem to be worth the trouble. She was nice enough, it’s just that… if Claire hadn’t moved to the village when she did, there was no doubt in Jamie’s mind that he would have probably started dating Laoghaire in a year or two. Jamie would have gone to University, probably studying something his father wanted him to, something that had a secure future, a good job, and he would come back home and eventually he would marry Laoghaire. They would have children, and Jamie would have no doubt that a few years into their marriage Jamie would look back, knowing that they married too quickly and too young because it was exactly what the people in their village expected of them.

They probably would be happy together, and there wouldn’t be anything fundamentally wrong with them being together. He could learn to love her, and she truly was very pretty, but… she just wasn’t for him.

Since Claire had arrived, since she’d brought in life from outside Broch Mordha, Jamie felt like he’d changed. Suddenly he felt like there was more for him, like there were opportunities in front of him that hadn’t been there before. Not that it all had to do with Claire, but she had been the spark. The day that she patched him up from his bike, talking his ear off the whole time, it was like the sun had come out and suddenly Jamie could see. There was a whole new future in front of him.

He could go to University, study writing, Claire would be there, she’d study something medical. They would travel together, truly live and see the world, but there was the thought that Jamie couldn’t get out of his head- the thought that since he met Claire, that he needed her to always be a part of his life.

Jamie realised that Laoghaire was still waiting for him to answer- to finally ask her to the dance and he saw Claire looking at the two of them with curiosity, a crease in her forehead, clearly not listening to what Tom was saying to her.

He couldn’t sit there any longer with both sets of eyes on him and stood up quickly brushing the grass from his pants. Maybe he would avoid them both and kick the ball around the field, run off some of the anger that he was feeling at Tom. As Jamie picked up the ball and was about to call out to Angus he saw Mary and Louise walking towards the group and was struck with an idea.

Louise was talking away as Mary nodded politely in response, Jamie would need to interrupt them.

“Mary, ye have a moment?” He called out and watched as both the girls slightly faltered in their step before Louise’s face broke out in a huge smile. Mary nodded slightly, looking down shyly as Jamie made his way over to her. Louise passed Jamie and swore he saw her wink at him.

Asking Mary to the dance hadn’t been nearly as difficult as Jamie thought it would be. He’d simply asked if she’d like to go with him, as friends only of course, his Da could drive them to and from and there would be no pressure. Mary had smiled at him, stuttered out an acceptance and that was that. As they made their way back to the group, Louise had clearly given the group the heads up of what was happening as Louise looked thrilled, Claire was smiling and Laoghaire was positively scowling.

At least that was taken care of now, he didn’t have to worry about Laoghaire badgering him for a date anymore and he could try and get his mind off Claire going with Tom. Speaking of Tom, Jamie could feel his eyes on him as he grabbed the ball and jogged out to the field. It made Jamie uncomfortable and he tried to shake off the feeling as he kicked the ball in a wide arc to Angus.

—

The rest of the week passed too quickly for Jamie’s liking. Claire didn’t say anything about Jamie asking Mary to the dance and Laoghaire, once she had gotten over the disappointment that Jamie was no longer available, had somehow cornered him into promising her a dance.

The girls plan to go to one of the larger towns to purchase their outfits and had made Jamie wonder if he should also be looking at getting something new to wear. He supposed that his dark blue jeans would be alright. It wasn’t exactly a top and tails kind of affair.

He’d wondered if it was an occasion for him to break out his kilt, but he really only kept that for special occasions, Christmas, Homagany and such. He was sure that Claire would be overjoyed at him wearing a kilt, going full-Scott, at least he knew that Lamb would get a kick out of it.

Jeans were the safer option however, Jenny had- of course- heard about the dance and had thrown herself into critiquing Jamie’s wardrobe. She’d always liked to play dress ups with him, though now at 16, he felt he might be past that game. Jenny at 21 was clearly not.

“Ye canna wear that,” she sighed in exasperation. “Ye’ve got a hole right there and I’mna going to stitch it for ye.”

Jamie held back the groan that was threatening to escape his lips and brought out the next dress shirt he owned.

“Perhaps we need to take ye shopping, braither,” Jenny hummed as she shook her head. “Ye’ve grown about a foot and a half in the last year at least and none of these look like they’ll fit ye.”

Jamie did groan at that and Jenny laughed in response. “Come on, we’ll be in and out in half an hour. We can even go a few towns over so that no one ye ken see’s ye shoppin’ wi’ yer sister.”

Jenny didn’t really give Jamie a choice in the matter and before he knew it, they were on the road together to buy him a new outfit.

—

One thing could be said for Jenny; although she faffed about when it came to choosing her own clothes, when it came to picking something for Jamie she was all business. Within four minutes of entering the first store she already had three options lined up for him. She shooed him into the dressing room while she went on the hunt for a fourth outfit. The male sales assistant looked around Jenny’s age and seemed to have made it his personal mission to trail after Jenny, putting together suggestions and carrying varying sizes of clothing back and forth between the siblings.

Jamie was pulling on the second set of navy blue chinos that, to him, looked exactly the same as the first, when Jenny rapped smartly on the door to his dressing room. “Ian has pulled an excellent shirt that will go with those navy pants. Let me throw it over the door.”

“Who is Ian?” Jamie’s voice was muffled as he caught the wad of material flung directly into his face.

“He’s helpin’ us out,” Jenny answered shortly.

“Did’na realise ye were on a first name basis,” Jamie grumbled as he took the new white dress shirt off the hanger.

“Let’s see it then,” Jenny prompted impatiently.

“Hold ye horses, I’ve got to actually put it on before ye rip the door off its hinges,” Jamie groaned as he opened the dressing room door.

Jenny eyed him appraising and before he knew it “Ian” was over her shoulder looking him up and down as well.

“Weel, tuck it in obviously,” Jenny said, reaching forward as if she was about to do it for him and Jamie stumbled backward into the dressing room trying to ward off her advances, holding his hands up.

“I think I can do that ma-self.”

“What do ye think, Ian?” Jenny asked with a slight flush to her cheeks as she turned to ask the sales assistants opinion.

Ian nodded, though he looked like he was concentrating on something very hard. “It’s missing something.”

Jenny was already nodding as he spoke. “Aye, I agree. He needs some shoes.”

“Ye ken I have about forty different options still to try on,” Jamie interrupted, but it fell on deaf ears as Ian swiftly left, followed shortly after by Jenny. “So should I try on somethin’ else or just stay standin’ here?” he asked to noone in particular.

“Brown,” Ian announced on his return and handed a pair of leather shoes to Jamie. “I guessed the size, ye look about the same as me. 11?”

Jamie nodded slowly, not sure whether to be impressed or creeped out by that.

“What about a vest?” Jenny’s voice reached the dressing room before her small body did, a navy blue vest held out in front of her. “Put on the shoes and the vest and let’s have a look at ye.”

Jamie fought the urge to roll his eyes at his sister and her new apparent friend and instead did as they asked.

“Lose the vest,” both Jenny and Ian said at the same time as soon as Jamie had finished tying his shoe.

He shrugged out of the vest again and stood in front of them, waiting for the next comment.

“Roll yer sleeves up, lad,” Ian instructed and Jamie followed suit, rolling them to just below his elbow.

“Aye, yer right,” Jenny hummed in appreciation. “I think that’s it. Take a look at yerself then.”

“Yer sure ye’re happy with it?” Jamie asked sarcastically as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. He had to admit, it did look quite good. He looked quite a lot like his father, aside from the red hair that he had inherited from his mother.

“What do ye think?” Ian asked eagerly from behind him.

“Aye, it’ll do.”

“It’ll do? It’ll do!” Jenny exclaimed in exasperation. “Jamie, yer such a …. Such a boy, sometimes.”

Jamie scoffed in response before he turned around to face the pair again. “What do ye think then?”

“I think yer date will be thrilled,” Ian said, nudging Jenny lightly.

“Aye, Claire will just about fall over herself for ye,” Jenny agreed.

“I’am’na goin’ with Claire,” Jamie mumbled, feeling his cheeks blaze with heat.

Jenny’s eye became about three times bigger as she looked at him in shock and though Ian had no idea what the big deal was he followed Jenny’s lead and also looked surprised.

“I just thought that...” Jenny trailed off as Jamie shook his head.

“Aye, weel, Tom is takin’ her, I’m goin’ wi’ Mary,” he answered shortly.

“Weel, then this Mary lass will be speechless,” Ian tried to say encouragingly.

“Mary Hawkins?” Jenny asked curiously before cursing under her breath. “The lass already has a stutter, I canna imagine her speechless will be any better.”

“Be kind, she’s a good friend,” Jamie growled in response and Jenny shook her head.

“Aye, yer right, she’s a nice lass. I just thought that Claire- no, weel, ye look bonny.”

Jamie scoffed loudly at that, “What every lad wants to hear from his sister, that she thinks he’s bonny.”

“Ye look verra masculine, like ye could chop down a tree with one arm, bears fear ye, lions run from ye,” Jenny said sarcastically. “Is that better?”

“Aye,” Jamie laughed before he shook his head. “We sorted then? Can I get changed?”

“Aye, we’ll wait out here for ye,” Jenny smiled kindly at her brother, who felt his heart warm to her. She really was an excellent sister to him.

“Thank ye Jen, truly.”

“Ach,” Jenny waved him away and followed Ian out of the dressing room section and back onto the main floor.

Jamie had winced at the price of the clothing, but Jenny simply shook her head at him and told him not to worry, that she had dragged him out there and it was her treat. Jamie felt another swell of gratitude to his sister for looking out for him. She might annoy the hell out of him sometimes but he really did love her.

He also didn’t miss the way Jenny was looking at the sales assistant, Ian, who had helped them. Jamie was pretty sure his sister's expression as she looked at Ian would closely mirror how Jamie looked at Claire sometimes. He wondered if Ian was as clueless as Claire was.

The drive back home was peaceful, Jenny turning up the radio and occasionally singing along. Jamie opened his window and let the cooling Scottish air clear his mind.

“Are ye going to cut yer hair?” Jenny asked as they slowed through the centre of their town.

Jamie shrugged in response as he watched the villagers slowly meander by.

“It’s getting’ pretty long. Ye’ll be able to tie it back soon enough. Yer school has rules about that, I think,” Jenny continued. “Mam would have cut it by now.”

“Aye,” Jamie sighed in agreement.

“We still have her clippers at home if ye wanted me to try,” Jenny suggested with a smile in her voice.

“No offence, but if I let ye try I’ll end up bald,” Jamie commented as Jenny laughed. “Aye I’ll go this week and get it cut.”

Jenny hummed in acknowledgement and they continued their drive home in their comfortable silence.

—

Jamie had meant to go to the barber all week but something always got in the way.

On Monday, Claire invited him inside to study for their upcoming math exam and there was no way Jamie would ever turn her down.

On Tuesday, his father had sent him a message asking him to come straight home and help him out with one of the horses that was being picked up by the rehabilitation centre.

On Wednesday morning Murtagh asked if Jamie could come by the store on his way home and man the counter for an hour or so while he had some errands to run.

By Thursday Jamie had completely forgotten his plan to get his hair cut after school and promptly fell asleep on the couch until dinner time when he’d gotten home.

On Friday everybody was absolutely buzzing about the dance the following night. The girls broke out in high pitched giggles if one of the lads looked at them for too long and Laoghaire had become almost unbearable. Simon McKimmie has asked her and while he was in Jamie’s year, a fact that she told almost everyone she came into contact with, she was clearly very disappointed that it wasn’t Jamie that had asked her.

She confirmed that they would be sharing at least one dance together every time she saw Jamie and he thought that she might be hatching a plan to grab him as the start of the night and wouldn’t let go. He tried to smile at her politely and nod along but that just seemed to encourage her and she spoke with more enthusiasm. Jamie had looked to both Rupert and Angus for help in extracting him from her conversation but they were both very purposefully looking the other way whenever he tried to make eye contact- the bastards.

As he walked Claire home, finally free of Laoghaire, he remembered his need to get his hair cut. The barber was in the opposite direction of her house but he was enjoying himself too much with Claire to excuse himself.

“I’ll be glad when this dance is done, that for sure,” Claire said matter-of-factly. “It’s all anyone has talked about for two weeks and I’m bloody sick of it.”

“Ye and me both,” Jamie said under his breath and Claire grinned.

“Geillis told me that we are to get ready together. Apparently that’s the done thing.” Claire sighed and though he wasn’t looking at her face, Jamie was sure she was rolling her eyes. “I have to be at her house at two. Two!” She exclaimed. “That’s like four hours before the bloody thing. Who needs four hours to get ready?”

“Geillis apparently,” Jamie commented. “Did ye find something the other weekend?”

“Yes,” Claire said with a sigh. “Geillis hates it of course. She thinks I should be showing more skin, but it’s not exactly like I look like a Nun.” Claire paused for a moment before she shook her head. “I like it, that’s the important thing.”

“I’m sure ye’ll look bonny, Sassenach,” Jamie said without thinking.

“What about you? Will I get to see you in all your kilted highland glory?”

“Ach,” Jamie shook his head, “canna be givin’ away all my secrets now, can I?”

“So you will be wearing a kilt?” Claire asked barely able to contain her excitement.

Jamie laughed and shook his head again, “Nah, not this time, I’m afraid. Usually only comes out at Christmas and the like.”

Claire made a noise of disgruntlement which had Jamie smiling. “Only three months away.”

“Sure,” Jamie agreed, not really sure what he was actually agreeing to.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Claire said slowly as they approached her front gate.

“Aye, suppose so.”

Jamie wasn’t sure why but he was overcome with the urge to do something… anything- Hug her, kiss her- something. Claire was looking at him curiously and looked like she was about to say something.

“It’s good that you’re going with Mary,” she finally said.

“Aye? Why’s that?”

“I just think you’ll have fun together,” Claire answered nervously.

“She’s a good friend,” Jamie agreed.

Claire’s eyebrows twitched and Jamie was dying to ask what she was thinking. Instead Claire turned and let herself into her front yard.

“Till tomorrow then.”

“Till tomorrow,” Jamie nodded, picking up his bike and peddling back into the village and to the barber.

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