#(same things she did hurt; betrayed; cheated on) and i’m like. you’re a fucking cheater? that’s so horrible for you to do?

[wikipediary]

Don’t wanna be ‘friends’ (using this term extremely loosely) with this one girl i’m in the same cohort/course with…her belief system + the way she perceives other people and the world is so…i cannot think of a better word so: SHUDDERING. but she’s friends with my circle of cohort/friends so she’ll always be in my circle…?

#she cheated with her ex when her ex already had a new girlfriend and she didn’t feel any remorse at all #she justified her cheating by saying sex is just sex w/her ex & that she wanted her ex’s gf (which she hasn’t even met or known) to feel the #(same things she did hurt; betrayed; cheated on) and i’m like. you’re a fucking cheater? that’s so horrible for you to do? #you don’t even know this girl? she came to be with ur ex in an appropriate way? wdym she deserves to be cheated on because you did… #BY ANOTHER MAN? not even this specific ex? #literally so insane. and she’s like: im going to therapy blah blah blah but clearly you lack the respect and consciousness #me and my friend who listened to her said that she should confess that they cheated with each other to the poor girl but she’s like… #‘not my business’ uhm the fuck it is? you were a third party. and saying that the boy should be the one confessing…uhm WHY NOT U BOTH? #and their relationship (ex and girl) CONTINUED even after the fact and they broke up only recently (early march) and idk if the girl knew #like. truly. i’ve never met someone so incredibly…vile? i guess? what’s a better word for it 😭 #and what’s also so inappropriate about her is that she has like a bf and she keeps droning on about her ex like rent free in her mind #keeps flirting w other men; looking at them and saying she has crushes and all that and want to make a move. like. YOU HAVE A BF? #i don’t wanna be near someone like that. and what’s unfortunate is my close friend is close with her so i’m a ‘friend’ BY association #and that friend of mine also can’t disentangle herself from her bec she’s her first ever friend in uni lmao. so there’s sentimentality there #& we talked abt this w each other; how disappointing it was for her to be like that. and how my friend feels she’s complacent in being okay #with cheating (but she’s not) and i’m like…ugh. #probably one of the worst people i’ve ever met i’m so sorry to say that genuinely. when i’m with her in a grp (i NEVER hang out w her alone) #i feel like my principles r being hijacked and violated and being engulfed by something i’ve kept myself away from lol

[ameliora-j]

traitor // tn x reader

words: 1k

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, theo’s an ass tbh

a/n: this isn’t proofread but nothing i post ever is so 🤩

you and theo had been together for nearly three years. apparently, you meant nothing to him though. you weren’t dumb… you knew what he was doing. talking to other girls and telling them the same things he told you. but you kept quiet to keep him. theo was always talking to another girl, but you were the one that ended up in his bed by nightfall, so you were okay with it. sure, you knew it was wrong, but you let it go because you were in love. at least you thought you were.

you and theo were fizzling out. he could feel it just as much as you could. no matter how hard you tried to fight, you couldn’t keep his attention. sticking around wasn’t doing anything but hurting you. so finally, you ended it. after three years of back and forth and toxicity and what you believed was love… it hurt more than you could fathom. especially when you saw who he had moved on with. pansy parkinson. the girl who you were constantly told not to worry about. theo’s “best friend.”

it had now been two weeks and you sat at the yh table with a sour look on your face as you angrily stabbed at your carrots with your fork. you stared daggers into pansy parkinson who was currently rested comfortably underneath theo’s arm. “stupid parkinson,” you grumbled under your breath as you stood from the table and stormed out of the great hall. as you raced down the hallway, you heard footsteps behind you. you knew without turning around that it was theo. “go away theodore!” you called behind you.

“no yn. what’s wrong? it’s been weeks since i’ve seen you and now that i do you're storming out of the great hall. where have you been?” he demanded.

“where have i BEEN?! theo are you fucking kidding me?!” theo looked offended at your tone. “are you seriously joking theodore?” you deadpanned.

“what? what did i do yn? tell me what happened,” he exclaimed.

“you’re a fucking traitor!” you shouted.

“how?!” he shouted incredulously.

“oh pansy’s your ‘best friend’ huh? good one theo. you know, i almost believed you and your bullshit little lie. fuck you,” you roughly shoved his chest. “i hate you so fucking much,” you shook your head.

“what are you talking about…?” the look on theo’s face was one of genuine bewilderment, which did nothing but piss you off more.

“you betrayed me!” you yelled.

“i did not!” he yelled back.

“then what’s pansy parkinson huh?! fucking cheater!” you yelled.

“i didn’t cheat on you!” he defended quickly.

“maybe you didn’t… but you talked to her when we were together,” you told him. you wiped your eyes.

“so what? we weren’t exclusive!” he defended as he crossed his arms.

“no, but you gave me your word! but i guess that didn’t matter, did it? cus you’re nothing but a fucking cheater,” you rolled your waterlogged lashes as you roughly shoved his chest.

“i didn’t cheat on you stop saying that!” he shouted. “i would never do that to you yn. you or anyone else. i’m not like that,” he shook his head.

“i just think it’s funny that you ran to her the second that we broke up. you told me you two were friends theodore, but from where i’m standing? it sure as hell doesn’t look like it…” you ran a hand through your hair as you stood defensively across from him. “i’ve never hated someone as much as i hate you. you fucking traitor!” you shouted.

“yn, i am sorry please believe me,” he begged.

“no you aren’t,” you shook your head. “i know for a fact that you’ll never feel sorry for the way that i hurt,” at that moment, pansy parkinson walked out of the great hall.

“what’s happening?” she asked nervously.

“oh look. the star of the fucking hour pansy parkinson ladies and gentleman. theo’s ‘best friend,’” you spat with as much venom as you could muster, putting the word in air quotes. “the girl he cheated on me with,” you sniffeled.

“for the last time, yn i did not cheat on you! please!” he shouted.

“no! you just talked to her when we were together. i loved you when you were at your worst but that didn’t matter to you. two weeks theo! two weeks for you to go and fucking date her. so maybe you didn’t cheat… but you’re still a fucking traitor,” you sniffled.

“yn i don’t know what to say,” he spoke.

“you don’t have to say anything theo. your actions have said it all,” you wiped harshly at your eyes again.

“you have to believe me when i tell you i didn’t mean to hurt you like this. we can work it out. please we can still be friends,” he begged.

“no theo… we can’t. i wish you would’ve thought this through before you made me fall in love with you,” you bit your lip as you finally admit it.

“you… you love me?” he whispered. “yn i l-“ you shook your head as you cut him off.

“don’t… don’t say that because you don’t mean it. if that were true then there’s just no damn way that you would fall in love with somebody else that quickly. just do me a favor, yeah?” you asked. his eyebrows raised slightly in hope. you pointed to pansy as you spoke, “when she’s sleeping in the bed we made don’t you dare forget about the way you betrayed me,” you roughly poked his chest.

“i know… and i’m so sorry for the way you’re hurting right now,” he whispered as he set his hands on your waist.

“no you’re not,” you laughed bitterly as you turned to walk away. “and you never will be.” you ran a hand through your hair as you walked away from him.

now you had to watch him. as he brought her around everywhere with him. and showed her off like she sas some trophy or something. you’ll never stop wishing that he didn’t think before making you fall in love with him. before betraying you. before breaking your heart. like a fucking traitor.

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[lubdubsworld]

Better Man. ( Taehyung x Oc)

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst. 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2  ~ Its okay to want something to end and also be sad that its ending. 

With infidelity, its never black and white. 

There’s different kinds of infidelity and you can’t ever say which is worse. That depends entirely on the people involved and the values they hold dear. What may be a small indiscretion to someone, may well be an unforgivable act of betrayal to someone else.

 And that’s fine. People aren’t one dimensional. We can’t all have the same perspective. 

So infidelity is also never one dimensional. 

Sometimes its a one night stand. Something done and forgotten. Discarded from the mind like the used condom in the motel room floor. 

Sometimes its a dear friend who betrays you, your best friend who apparently always had a thing for your husband and felt perfectly fine making a move on him. That one stings . Because you lose two people. Two very important people at the same time. 

Sometimes its a coworker, someone who stays by their side majority of the day. Who offers a sympathetic ear when your husband wants to relax.

Sometimes men just fall out of love and are too much of a coward to say it out loud, opting to cheat on you instead. 

Sometimes, they are jealous, of your career, of your kid, or your friends. Too lazy to win your affection they go find satisfaction in some one else’s bed. 

Sometimes it never even gets physical. Sometimes its just someone catfishing your husband or sending him nudes.

And sometimes, its an emotional connection. They actually fall deeply in love with someone else and I think, for most women, that would be the one that would sting the most. 

With Taehyung, it had been a night of drinking. He had had one drink too many, had tumbled into bed with some trainee a decade younger and had broken our marriage vows. 

Not really a very thought out or planned mistake. He hadn’t cheated with the intent to cheat. He had just been too drunk to know better. 

So, why did I leave him?

Because it hadn’t been about the cheating. 

It had been the drinking. 

When we first met, Taehyung couldn’t hold his liquor. Not that it mattered because he didn’t like it all that much. Didn’t mind sipping juice when other’s nursed beers. 

But as he grew older, as he grew more successful, he had started accepting drinks from producers and directors and fellow actors... Because, it was rude not to and Kim Taehyung was nothing if not the personification of politeness. 

 His tolerance hadn’t increased but his drinking had and that was a bad combo. 

:”You need to stop doing this Tae. You can’t just come home black out drunk, every time you have an after party.... You’re going to hurt yourself or god forbid someone else... some day and I’m not going to sit here and wait for you to wreck your entire life over a stupid drink....” 

It was a speech I had made way too many times. The words recycled and reframed, and rearranged to try and give them more  weight , to help him realize how  serious  the issue was. To help him understand that what he was risking, it wasn’t just his reputation. It was his entire career, his  life  if he somehow got behind a wheel someday. 

And Taehyung, who had won a bunch of Daesangs for his acting always convinced me that he understood what I was trying to say. That he understood the magnitude of my words and would heed them the next time. 

So really, what people didn’t understand was that....

That evening, when he stood in front of me and said that he slept with another woman because he got drunk out of his mind, it wasn’t the sleeping with the girl that had bothered me. ( at least not that much. it hurt of course but it wasn’t that strong. it stemmed more from a place of “why didn’t you just ask someone to drive you home, you idiot.”.. rather than, “ how dare you sleep with another woman?”  ) 

It was the got drunk out of my mind thing. 

That was what I ended my marriage over. 

That was it. 

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The details were hashed out easily and I didn’t particularly protest or change anything. Taehyung suggested an equal division of assets and I quickly disagreed. I wasn’t exactly poor. I worked as the Head of Marketing in a successful conglomerate. I had no use for excessive amounts of money. After some debate we agreed on setting up a trust fund for Hoshi with the money. He could use it after he turned twenty five. 

And then came the next part. 

Compensation for physical / Mental Damage. 

I felt like i was spiraling. 

“None On my side. None.” Taehyung said quickly and I swallowed. 

Ms Lee gave me an encouraging smile. 

“You can be honest Mrs Kim. We’re trying to go for a clean break between the two of you without any resentment carrying over. So its best to be honest. If you feel you need recompense for any emotional distress or abuse Mr. Kim may have put you through, you’re free to tell me. I’ll make sure it goes into record.” 

And this was why I hated the idea of getting divorce. 

That entire dialogue had sounded so...so... terrible. So accusatory and ugly. It wasn’t at all the way I felt about my husband. 

It was just hurt. Plain and simple hurt because he didn’t take me seriously. Because he didn’t think my words were worth listening to. It was hurt laced with fear because he was putting himself in danger with his reckless actions and I wanted him to stop. That’s all it was. 

It was hurt. 

Taehyung had hurt me but it wasn’t emotional distress. It sure as hell hadn’t been abuse.

“None for me either.” I said firmly, honest . 

I glanced at my husband, trying to tell him that I wasn’t just saying it. That it was true. I really didn’t want him to pay me money for what had happened. 

But, Taehyung wouldn’t meet my eyes.  

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Taehyung signed over full custody of Hoshi with a smile. 

“I trust you. “ He said quietly, penning his initials carefully on the document. 

I nodded, feeling a little like drowning.

 We had a very comfortable way of doing things as far as our son was concerned. Taehyung got Hoshi anytime he had time off and also on weekends. 

With a very shifting schedule it was hard for Taehyung to pin down exact dates so we had long decided we would make things easier for each other. He would call me a day or so in advance and i would drop him off at Taehyung’s penthouse or the company. Special days like birthdays were always celebrated in a neutral place with both parties attending. 

Hoshi loved it because it was a pleasant surprise for him, when his dad swooped in out of nowhere and took him off to amusement parks or arcades or swimming. He loved Taehyung . 

So the visitation rights were easy to sketch out. 

It was nothing new but to have it all put down on paper and initialed and notarized....it just felt invasive. Some judge somewhere would read all about how my marriage had crumbled to ashes and would pass judgment on me and that just felt odd. 

 Like airing your dirty laundry. Like letting strangers into your bedroom. 

And the worst part was this :   I felt myself getting upset , anytime Ms. Lee gave the slightest negative connotation to Taehyung’s actions or responsibilities. Anytime she tried to imply that he couldn’t be neglectful as  a father, I wanted to jump right up and defend him. To tell her that he was a better father than the ones who lived 24/7 with their kids and didn’t know a damn thing about them. 

That even as my husband,  he had been so good to me. Had treated me like his best friend, his confidante, his lover. Had never shied away from showing me how much he loved me. Had been the best husband in the whole entire world. 

And I hated myself for it. 

What was wrong with me? 

Why was  I still so fiercely protective of him, I wondered. I hated the idea of him being criticized by anyone for any of it.

 And it made feel like such a hypocrite because if he was so amazing, why on earth were we here??

Why on earth were we getting a divorce if Kim Taehyung was husband and father of the fucking Year?!! 

Was I making a mistake? Had I made a mistake? 

It confused me. These feelings that just refused to go away. I would never act on them because therein lay the path to misery but why were they still there? 

 This desperate clawing urge to make sure he came out of this whole debacle as a good guy. To make sure no one would brand him as a cheater . Because they would. When the divorce went public, they would dig things up and they would know. 

 I didn’t know how I’d gotten to this point where , I could somehow forget everything that was wrong, simply because I wanted to focus on what felt wrong....

Technically I should be happy. 

Taehyung did something unpardonable ( for me, at the time. Now I wasn’t so sure. Now I felt like I could forgive him for it but he hadn’t asked for forgiveness. What he’d asked for was a divorce.  ) and I left him. We were separated . And now finally we were getting a divorce. 

Divorce meant we could finally get out of this no man’s land of uncertainty where we had hung for two whole years and move on, from each other and finally give a label to where we stood. Exes. We were exes. We were done. It was over. 

Hadn’t I just yelled about him about how I liked labels? 

And yet, 

This entire divorce  felt so wrong. So unnecessary.

And in a moment of clarity, as I watched Ms Lee read he whole thing over again for our benefit, I realized why it felt wrong. 

It felt wrong because Taehyung was the one who wanted it. 

Why did Taehyung want it? What had made him want to end it, officially?

Was he seeing someone else? Was he considering seeing someone else? Did he want to start enjoying the single lifestyle again? 

Did he finally take a good long look at our marriage and found nothing worth salvaging anymore? 

My head ached. 

 I couldn’t wait for the whole thing to be over. And yet my heart broke at the thought of it. 

Ms Lee finally gathered up all the documents and gave us a wide smile.

“I wish every client I had was this reasonable. You two are a delight .” she shook her head. “ Should we get a drink to celebrate a day well spent?” 

I opened my mouth to accept when Taehyung said, “  Sure, but it would have to be a juice for me. I don’t drink.” 

I felt my heart take a swoop, nosediving to my knees. 

I stared at him, stunned speechless. 

“Haven’t had a drink in two years Mia. I’m done with that shit.” He said softly.

I swallowed. 

“I didn’t know that.” I felt miserable all of a sudden, the weight of what we had just done pressing down on my heart like a 200 pound stone, 

His gaze held mine.

“There’s a lot you don’t know.” 

We stood staring at each other in silence and Ms. Lee cleared her throat. 

“Uh... I just got a text from my next client. Maybe raincheck on the drinks? “

I nodded , watching her leave. Thank you i wanted to say, but for what?

 For ending my marriage of eight fucking years? 

And how ridiculous that very thought was. ..... She hadn’t ended our marriage,   I had. 

“I have the next two days off.” He said casually. 

“You can pick Hoshi up from my mom’s place. I need to head back to the office.” I muttered, choking a little on tears that had sprung out of nowhere. . 

“Hey.” his fingers closed over my wrists tugging me gently and I let myself get pulled into his arms. I hugged him, feeling my tears soak through the fabric of his shirt. 

“I’m sorry it has to be this way.” I choked out. 

He stroked the back of my head gently.

“Me too. “ He pressed a kiss to my hair and it only made me feel worse.  

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Author’s Note : Tae is 35, OC is 32 

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[glassartpeasants]

I Can Give You Everything...

Overhaul x F!Reader x Chronostasis

Warnings: Angst, cheating, kissing, sad boi hours for reader and chrono

A/N: Man i tried to make one where chisaki cried but I can’t man. I’ve done it a few times but this shit just hits different ya know? I also really hated this so enjoy. I’ll start that Lovely fic once this is posted

(BF/N) = best friends name

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That gorgeous bastard. No matter how many times he hurts you, you still can’t get enough of him and his golden eyes. He always made you feel safe but safety is just an accessory when you're too busy hanging out with your girlfriends best friend. Laughing at her jokes and her stories.

“Why doesn’t he laugh at me like that?” You question when you sit at the table with your best friend who happened to date chrono while you were dating Chisaki. 

You pretty much said nothing as you watched your boyfriend and best friend look at each other in a less than modest manner. You put your face in the palm of your hand as you looked at chrono. Who also seemed a little peeved. Hey at least you two had something in common. You try to figure out something that would take your mind off the scene in front of you. 

It was no doubt they were flirting. It was so obvious. Right in front of you and Chrono too. You felt some tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You just couldn’t handle it. It hurt seeing the man you love making advantages towards your best friend.

You stand up and walk out of the office without a word. Slamming the door behind you. Your footsteps ring throughout the compound. Your vision blurring every second you get closer to your room. Your tears streaming down your face, hiccups erupting from your throat.

Once entering your room you shut the door before sitting on the edge of your bed, grabbing a pillow letting your tears drench it. Squeezing with all your might thinking it was someone who would at least sympathise with you. A faint knocking on the door interrupted your crying session.

“Who is it?” You say, not being able to hide the sadness in your trembling voice.

“Hari.”

“Come in.” You watch as the door opens as Hari stepped in, closing the door behind him before sitting on the bed. You looked at him and he looked at you. Before you could say anything you clung to him and started to ball your eyes out. You didn’t know why. Sure you’ve had a few conversations with Hari but you wouldn’t consider you guys friends but, it felt nice. Being able to hug someone. Kai never hugged you and your best friend had recently stopped hugging you as well.

“I know, it sucks. I'm in the same boat.” He hugged you back as you sobbed into his neck.

“Am I just not good enough? What did I do wrong?” Your tears kept coming. As you shake in Hari’s arms. You were so busy crying that you almost didn’t notice the few drops of water that fell on your shoulder. Almost.

You knew what it was before you even looked. You rubbed his back trying to calm him down. You both were crying and trying to comfort the other. Weird yes. But it just felt nice to be held as if someone cared about you. Hari started to slip away to your discomfort but you let him go anyways. You both look at one another, your faces red as it looked like you’ve been crying for hours.

“Uh thanks I guess I kinda needed that-” You both turned silent after you heard the familiar voices of Kai and (BF/n). You both placed your ears to the door trying to pick up and conversations at all. Your body filled with anger once you heard how much shit they were talking.

“Shush, we don’t know if they’re near. We can’t have them finding out.” Kai said in a low voice, obviously trying not to get caught. Well that didn’t matter now did it. Before you could think of a plan, Hari burst open the door. Looking furious. Can you blame him though?

“Are you fucking serious Kai?! Your fucking my girlfriend?!” Hari screamed at Kai. It was the first time you’ve ever seen Hari raise his voice at Kai.

“WHy were you there with my girlfriend?!”

“I don’t know, maybe comforting her when she was balling her eyes out!” Hari growled as he grabbed you and pulled you towards him.

“Hari sweetie I promise it’s not what it looks like!” (BF/n) tried to reason with him. Letting go of Kai to go over to Hari before Hari shoved her back towards him. You didn’t say anything, hell you didn’t know what to say.

“How long?” Har said as he looked them both dead in the eyes. Neither of them spoke.

“I said how long damnit!”

“5 months!” (BF/N) whimpered. She looked at Hari with tears in her eyes.

“(Y/N) come on, let's leave these two to their devices.” Kai said as he turned around waiting for you to follow him. He started walking waiting to hear your footsteps behind him. But there wasn’t. He turned to look at you and saw that you stood still by Hari. 

“(y/n) come.”

“She’s not your fucking dog Kai.” They looked at each other with slowly burning hatred. You figured you had to do something before Kai hurted Chrono. 

You grabbed Hari’s hand and began to walk out of the compound. You looked down at the ground while still hearing Hari’s screams at Kai. You tugged him closer as you walked out the door. Your cheeks stung as the cold air from the winter was approaching, making them red as they were nipped by the frost. Your ears cold as the wind blew at them. You wish you didn’t hear it. You wish you hadn’t heard the hurt and betrayal that was laced in Hari’s voice.

~~~

You sat on the hotel bed while listening to Hari rant. I mean could you blame him? His childhood friend betrayed him by sleeping with his girlfriend, and your lover slept with yours. It was a lose lose situation. Now you have no one to talk to other then the man standing in front of you. 

You let out a sigh before hearing a thu hitting the ground. You look down and saw Hari on his knees crying. Without thinking you dash towards him and hug tightly which he quickly returned. You couldn’t help but let your own tears slide down your face. 

“What does he have that I don’t?” He cried into your shoulder. It hurt to watch truly. A man once proud and tall without no fear break down in front of you. Hari was just as good as Kai when it came to hiding emotions. So to see him collapse to the floor was a surprise. But you hugged him nonetheless. 

“Hari, don’t change who you are for someone that’s not going to be loyal. Once a cheater, always a cheater.” You say softly to him as you rubbed circles on his back. It was the least you could do after he comforted you last time. He hugged you tighter the before.

“Do you think that if I asked her to marry me she would have continued?” You furrow your brows and you looked at him.

“You were gonna ask her to marry you?”

“Was. But do you think she would have?” He looked at you, eyes red from all the crying. Confused would be an understatement.

“If she didn’t and you still found out she cheated on you before you got married, what would you have done?”

“Dumped her i suppose...”

“And if she did I’m guessing you would have dumped her as well?”

“Yeah.”

“So either way it was a lose lose. We both lost in their game they had us in. Going in circles trying to please our lovers when they never wanted anything to do with us. We would have found out sooner or later so It was best that we found out now.” You say as you brush one of his arrows away from his face.

“Did she leave me because my quirk-”

“No. Even if she was doing it because of that then she’s an idiot. Hari, you may see your quirk as a bad one but I see it in a different way. You arrows only need to hit a person once and their done for. They can’t fight if they can’t move. Plus you have options to choose from, one hour or one minute. Both of them still makes you win in the end.”

“It only works when I’m not moving though...”

“So? That’s why your known for your stealth. You may think your quirk sucks but if you use it just right then it can be more dangerous then you ever thought it could be. Its a shame that you don’t see that because that’s what i see.” You smile down at him as he looks at you with wide eyes. He never thought about the words you said. He was to busy thinking about how he wished he had a better quirk. How could you be so kind to him even though your quirkless. You looked at his quirk like it was just as destructive as Kai’s. 

What was Kai thinking? How could he throw away a whole relationship with someone who knew how to say the right things? You were so kind to him even though you went through the exact same thing he was going through right now. You were so calm. So composed. 

“How can you be so calm about this?”

“Guess I’m just use to it. Kai isn’t the most romantic. We were slowly drifting apart for awhile anyways haha. I could kinda sense he was losing feelings and-”

“Falling for (BF/N)?”

“Yeah...yeah he was. But that’s okay. It all happens for a reason. You and I will find the right one someday, it may not be today but thats okay.” Your sweet words felt like honey to his ears. Your voice was so calming, so much kindness in one person and Kai threw it away. 

“Thank you (y/n), it really means a lot.” 

“Hey we gotta stick together now, we both got fucked over by our best friends haha.” You laugh trying to lighten the mood. You looked at the man whos head rested on your shoulder smiling gently. You soon felt a hand grab your cheek.

 Hari cupped your cheek as he looked at you. He should be sad, he should be mourning. But he can’t help but want you. Wanting you to be by his side. With that said Hari leaned up and gently placed his lips on yours.

You were surprised but didn’t pull away. You didn’t want to. Your eyes flutter shut as you relax into the kiss. Its funny since you can’t even remember the last time Kai kissed you. Or if he even kissed you at all. 

The kiss ended to soon for both of your liking but you guys just wanted to test the boundaries. Which were soon crossed when you both left for another kiss. A kiss that felt like something way stronger then lust could ever be. This felt real,

this felt like it was meant to be.

#chronostasis x reader #overhaul x reader #mha #bnha #chisaki overhaul #kai chisaki x reader #chronostasis #chisaki x reader #kai chisaki #kurono #kurono hari x reader #kurono hari #hari kurono x reader #hari kurono #mha angst #bnha angst

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

Is She the Reason? - Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Summary: When a heart breaks, no it don’t break even.

Warning(s): Aaaaangst, cussing, mentions of cheating, threats of violence :)

Word count: 1,824

Author’s Note: It’s finally here! I promise Imma give y’all some fun sexy Angel in my next fic. I had a couple people ask about a taglist so I guess I have one now. Lol. If anyone wants to be added, please let me know! As always questions, comments, and concerns are welcome. My inbox is open. Enjoy!

TAGLIST: @holland23567 @trulysuccubus

It had been almost a month since you’d seen Angel or even been to the clubhouse. Bishop stopped by to check on you and you steadfastly refused to give him any details about the breakup. He told you he’d fuck Angel up if you asked, but you didn’t want that. Plus Chucky had already told you about the punch and you didn’t want to bring anymore drama into the club. One of the many reasons you didn’t want to date anyone in the MC in the first place.

It had been a rough couple of weeks. For so long you alternated between being angry and sad and finally you were just beginning to feel tired of it all. Heartbreak was exhausting. You stayed mostly cooped up in your home. You blocked Angel from being able to call or text you and the one time he showed up at your doorstep you threatened to call your shotgun toting father if he didn’t leave.

Currently, you were at the diner enjoying a lunch date with your best friend who was on her lunch break from work. You were dressed in your usual casual cute wear, with your hair up in afro puffs. It was weirdly comforting to have that hairstyle in. It reminded you of your childhood and it made you feel good. You knew the risk of seeing Angel would be great and you’d be damned if you let him see you looking a mess. Your pride couldn’t handle that on top of everything else.

You probably shouldn’t have thought about him because there he was walking through the doors and heading straight towards you. All you could do was sigh loudly.

“Hey y/n, can I talk to you?” He asked, quietly. The usual swagger he had was muted and he seemed nervous. Never thought you’d see the day.

“You must be outta your mind. There are knives on this table. Tell me right now why I shouldn’t stab you where you stand.” Your best friend asked, though the question was rhetorical. You knew she felt betrayed and angry on your behalf, but also on hers. She felt bad that she had pushed you to talk to him all those years ago. He looked like he didn’t think she would do it but you spotted her hand inching towards a steak knife so you placed your hand over it first and slid it towards yourself.

“Your lunch break is practically over. You better head back to work before you’re late.” You told her, trying to stop a bloodbath from happening. Plus, deep down you knew you two needed to talk. You couldn’t avoid him forever.

It was her turn to sigh as she looked at the time. “You’re so lucky, fuckboi. Move.” She demanded, glaring at Angel and he took a step back as she slid out of the booth. “I’ll call you after my shift. Don’t give this pendejo too much of your time.” She kissed you on the cheek and gave him one more death glare before walking out. 

Angel just quietly slid in the booth across from you and took her place. No one said anything as you both stared at each other before you couldn’t look at him any longer and averted your eyes. “What do you want?”

“I miss you.” He stated and you couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped you. 

“You gotta be kidding me. Bye Angel.” You did not wanna hear that shit so you started to move out of the booth.

“Wait.” He grabbed your wrist. “Don’t leave...please.”

“When I said don’t touch me again,” You began, snatching your arm away. “I meant that. What could we possibly have to talk about? How you’re a liar and a cheater? A fucking coward that let me confront him on his bullshit because he couldn’t fess up to it. Is that what you wanna talk about?” The anger came back in full force as you remembered everything he did. All the lies he had to tell to keep the affair going. He let you feel like you were being paranoid when you knew something was off. He made you doubt yourself and that more than anything, pissed you all the way off. “You were fucking her right under my nose. I bet you couldn’t wait to get in her pants.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Oh it wasn’t? Please tell me what it was like then. On top of all of that, you have the audacity to tell me you love me?”

“I do love you.” He stubbornly repeated and before you could stop yourself your temper hit the roof.

You slammed your hand on the table hard enough that the dishes shook and loudly proclaimed, “You don’t love me! You don’t even love yourself, Reyes! Because if you did, you wouldn’t have ruined the best thing in your life.”

Your outburst garnered attention from other patrons and workers in the diner and you felt only slightly embarrassed. You talked yourself down in your mind and took several slow breaths. You really didn’t want to cause a scene but he just pressed your buttons. Your hand vaguely throbbed, but you ignored it wanting to hang on to your anger for longer.

Angel was silent for a moment. He wanted to actually think before he spoke. A rarity for him. “It really was just work at first. The Rebels needed so much help and I was out there for so long that we just got close. She was so passionate about the cause and selfless with the kids. I got caught up in a moment...in a feeling. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

“And where does that leave me? Four years, Angel. I gave you four years of my life. I gave you all of me. I dealt with all the shit that came with being with you because I loved you and I wanted you. You get caught up in a moment and my life is changed forever, but I’m just supposed to forgive you?” You scoffed and shook your head at him. “And you weren’t just caught up in a moment. I saw you two. It’s not just a sexual thing. You can lie to me but don’t lie to yourself. I tried for so long to reach you and you gave me nothing back. I knew something was going on. I much would have preferred you just tell me.”

The truth of your words hit him and his chastised face said it all. “I’m sorry, querida-“ He began, but you sharply corrected him.

“Don’t call me that. Not anymore.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. So sorry. I was too ashamed to admit what was happening. And I thought I could keep it all separated, but...things didn’t work out that way.” The thing with Adelita spun out of control faster than he could control it. 

A feeling of resignation was slowly coming over you. A part of you was still upset, but you’d already played this through your head a million times. Nothing he said could change anything. This conversation merely confirmed that you needed to move on. “You know what’s the worst part of all this? I told you in the beginning that this would happen. And I asked you not to let it. You promised me you wouldn’t and yet here we are. I knew you weren’t ready and I let you sweet talk me and I fell for you. Now you’re just another man to disappoint me.”

Angel’s eyes briefly closed as the weight of your words hit him hard again. He never wanted to be a disappointment in your life. He wanted to be responsible for your smiles and your joy. He just wanted to love you, but he didn’t do it the right way and he fucked it all up. He was so conflicted inside. He wished he had never agreed to help the rebels.

It felt good to tell him how much he hurt you, but there was nothing left for you to say. You weren’t completely healed and being around him for this long still stung. You’d never admit it, but there was still a side of you that wanted to be back in his arms. Only your stubbornness kept you in check. “Look, we're gonna eventually have to be around each other. I’m not giving up on my relationship with Bishop because of you. He’ll always be family. But let me tell you right now that we are not friends. I will tolerate you at best. Maybe one day we’ll be acquaintances but there is no guarantee. More than the heartbreak, it’s the disrespect and disloyalty that I can’t easily forgive. Or forget.”

He racked his mind for something to say back. The perfect thing that would bring you back to him or just make things better, but he didn’t know what to say. “I understand,” was all he could manage.

You dropped enough cash on the table to pay for lunch and generously tip your server before getting up. You had nothing else to say to him. You didn’t even bother with a goodbye. You just walked out of the diner and into the parking lot. As you walked to your car, an SUV pulled up next to you and you smiled at the person you saw step out.

Angel stayed seated and stared at the table. He was still hoping the right words would come to him. Maybe he just needed to give you more space. He still didn’t know what to do about Adelita, but deep inside he wasn’t ready to let you go either. He knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help his feelings. He lifted his head to watch you speed away in your car but when he did his stomach dropped at what he saw.

You were standing there talking with Nestor. He didn’t realize you two knew each other. Where did that fucker even come from? Whatever Nestor was saying brought out the first smile from you that Angel had seen in a long time. You reached out to pull his braid over his shoulder and Angel didn’t know that asshole well, but he didn’t seem like the type to just let anyone touch his hair. Nestor had the softest look on his face as he looked at you. 

He pulled you into a hug and Angel watched as your body practically collapsed in his arms. Angel remembered when you’d do the same to him. When you trusted him enough to be vulnerable and show that tired side of you. Nestor’s hand settled on the back of your neck as he pulled you close. His hand massaged your neck and you just stood there with your face buried in his chest. It was enough to make Angel’s fists clench.

It hurt to watch you with someone else. Was this how you felt when you saw him with Adelita? Nestor’s interest was clear and even if you weren’t ready now, it was obvious one day you would be. He doubted Nestor would be a fool like him. Karma sure has a sense of humor.

#angel reyes #angel reyes x black!reader #angel reyes x reader #hhgbyebruh fics #is she the reason

[allandoflimbo]

Take It Back (Chapter 32)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary:  About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.

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…] “How do I know for sure that it’s not you that are all those things? Because let me tell you something, I know the woman I fell in love with, I know the girl I met and she is none of those things you accuse her of, so stop trying to force it down my throat.”

“You think I’m fooling you into making her think she’s the bad one? You think I’m lying about her being manipulative?”

“Y/N, you have done nothing but talk shit about her.”

“Fine!”

It comes out in a roar as you snap back around and scream it in his face.

Bucky recoils slightly at your outburst.

Your face is red, your eyes flushed.

“Fine, Barnes, you want me to stop talking shit about her and stop trying to protect you, I will!”  You tilt your head up higher, a finger in his chest, “But just know that if she hurts you, it’s your own fault […]”

___

“James Barnes is in no way taking any drugs. His reason for being at Presbyterian Hospital remains private, but it is not drug-related.” A reliable source tells Washington Post.

Rumors of James Barnes’ loyalty towards his family remain under tough waters and constant watch as afflicted co-counters doubt this reliability and responsibility as new CEO. Many even say that his wife, Ashlyn Barnes, would be a better fit for the job.

- The Huffington Post

James Barnes's loyalty appears to be rocky when it comes to his marriage, just as much as his loyalty to his company. Doubts are starting to arise after hospital visit when Barnes was later spotted leaving his New York Penthouse with a mysterious woman.

-NYT

James Barnes, a cheater? Let's hope he’s a better businessman than he is a husband.

- Amateur News Blog

___

New York City

The flashes come from left and right, the shouts and screams making his head swirl.

The gorgeous brunette man, his best friend, has a hand on his lower back as he helps guide him inside the tall, glass tower.

Bucky does as he was told in the car moments before.

He keeps his head tilted down, avoiding every question and microphone thrown his way. They are to brace the accusations and crude comments as they race towards the glass doors.

“Mr. Rogers, as Barnes’ attorney, don’t you think it’s a bit biased to be working this case, considering you’re his best friend of fifteen years?”

“James! Did you really cheat on Miss. Ashlyn? James!”

“James, are you losing Barnes’ Enterprises? What has been decided among the case after it was discovered that your father tried to take it from you?”

“What about Stark’s company, threatening to buy you out for insubordination? What don’t the people know?”

“Mr. Barnes why-“

The voices are drawn out and become distant as both men finally step into the lobby, a heavy breath escaping Bucky’s lungs.

He’s thankful that none of the news reporters are allowed inside because this - he closes his eyes and takes in the soothing silence - was a lot better.

Still, his mind is not clear enough. Not as clear as he would have hoped.

Not even as they take the elevator up to the newsroom. His best friend can tell he’s nervous, and for what, he’s not so sure.

Bucky had nothing to hide.

He isn’t mentally present, either, when he greets the news crew, nor when they clip the mic onto the collar of his beautiful Armani suit.

“5…4…3…2…”

He turns on like a machine when the camera claims “LIVE” above the bright light that is shining directly into his face, making him momentarily blinded.

Now, he knows, everyone is watching.

He sees the news reporter come up on the dual-screen that is installed next to the tripod, and the older news reporter announces Bucky’s presence followed by a simple question.

One that could potentially change everything.

“We want to thank you for coming on the show tonight. We wanted to start by asking you one question: Is Ashlyn Barnes still in any way affiliated with Barnes’ Enterprises?”

Bucky swallowed thickly, the bright light of the recording camera making his head swirl.

five days earlier...

The three of them sat on the hotel bed.

Steve’s declaration about the will being fake had an effect on Bucky that no one was expecting. They were expecting a celebration of some sort, maybe even a smile.

Instead, all Bucky could do was take your hand in his and cave into himself as he tried not to cry again that night.

You share an uncertain glance with Steve before tightening your hand around Bucky’s.

He looks down at his lap, where your hands are conjoined, and he nods.

“Yeah, no, that’s great.” He says quietly, he looks up at Steve, “That’s great.” He throws him a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Buck, there’s more I wanted to tell you.” Steve says, this time also looking at you.

You squint your eyes together unexpectedly. He hadn’t told you that.

“More?” You ask.

Bucky takes a deep breath and runs a hand down his face, whimpering slightly.

“As much as I appreciate all this, I just need a second, please.” He begs.

You and Steve watch as Bucky rests both his elbows on his knees, hiding his face in his hands.

“I know I wasn’t allowed to hear what they told you in there, but Jesus, Bucky, please.”

Bucky sits silently for a few minutes.

Eventually, he clears his throat.

“She cheated on me.”

You run your hands up the side of his face. You bring his head until it’s on your shoulder, stunned.

He looks up at you, pained.

“You were right. You had always been right.” He says pathetically.

Your worst suspicions confirmed true to send a trigger of emotions up your spine.

You are disgusted, angry, but most importantly, you’re sorry you were right.

You wiped his cheeks with your thumbs, your fest crestfallen in shame.

“Fuck. I just don’t get it. It’s so fucked.” He spats. “It was my father. One of the men.”

Now, this -- this shocks you.

“W-What?”

Your eyes met Steve’s. He’s quiet, but he looks like he’s thinking. Which is not a good emotion for someone who just overheard something so betraying.

It hits you.

“Did you know this?” You ask him, hoping the answer is no.

Steve’s face falls as he looks between you and Bucky.

“I found out recently. I was going to tell you both today. I’m sorry.”

Bucky should’ve been angry, and you and Steve were both expecting some kind of blow out, but he must’ve been so tried because all he did was let his shoulders slump.

“It’s fine, man. I just— It’s hard. I, trusted her for so long. I know it sounds fucking selfish but I feel like I’ve been gaslighted.” He says.

Bucky feels Steve’s hand come down on his shoulder.

“We’ll figure all this out,” Steve says.

You’re still shocked as you run a hand through your hair.

“I can’t believe she’d do something like this to you. I mean, I always had my doubts and my suspicions, but Bucky,” your eyes lift back up to meet his and you feel your own swelling with tears, “But I didn’t want you to get hurt. You don’t deserve this torture.”

Bucky said nothing, staring down at his hands.

He was tired.

Tired of being lied to, of being betrayed.

He took a deep breath, turning back towards his best friend.

“What else was it that you wanted to say?” He asks, clearly trying to change the subject.

You and Steve shared a look as if saying “he’s not okay”.

“Bucky—“ Steve starts, trying to turn the conversation back.

“Please.” Bucky begs.

Steve takes a deep breath and you reach your hand back to hold Bucky’s. He doesn’t hesitate to hold yours back, tightly.

“Did, uhm, did she ever say anything to the two of you in regards to her health?”

The question perks both of your interests.

“Nothing, she always seemed fine.” You say. Your eyes dart back to Bucky, knowing very well he asked the same question a few days ago.

His face is emotionless as he responds, “Why?” “Well look at this.” He pulls out two pieces of paper.

Bucky looks at it immediately, his face growing with concern.

Steve watches him as he talks.

“I had a confrontation with Ashlyn while you were away. She confessed to me that when she was young, in high school, she suffered issues with depression. She was diagnosed when she was of legal age. She told me she tried to keep it a secret from everyone because she didn’t want to be looked at differently, but I wasn’t sure if she really hadn’t told any of you.”

Your heart sank with every word. You felt your tears filling with tears.

You looked at Bucky who looked nothing short of concerned now. He shook his head in disbelief.

“How the hell did you get this?” He looks over the medical record over and over again, “This is from a job background check, I don’t—“ suddenly, he cuts himself short as he makes the connection, “No, he wouldn’t. He knew?”

It just kept getting worst.

You felt the tears on your waterline.

“Why would she keep something like this from me? From her family?” You were rambling as your vision became cloudy.

“I don’t know, maybe fear of looking inferior. She needs help. We need to help her.” Steve says.

You and Bucky were both distraught, but mostly you as you rose up to your feet.

Bucky watched as you pulled on your hair, pacing the room. You were both processing two different things.

“How could she not tell us? I don’t understand.” You repeated over and over again.

“Why the fuck would he keep something like this from me?” Bucky snapped as he looked between the both of you, “None of this shit makes fucking sense. None of this mess makes fucking sense.”

Steve takes a deep breath.

“I know this is hard. I know that. I feel like we’ve all, every single one of us has been fucked over in this situation. But we need to save each other now,” Steve looks directly as you still feel your heart pacing away quickly in your chest, “As much as I know she did very bad things, she did horrible things, I think there’s more to this than what meets the eyes. There’s a reason, Bucky,” He looks at Bucky this time, “There’s a reason why your father kept this hidden. I’m not trying to justify her actions, but for her to go from zero to one hundred after, probably around the time your dad got a hold on this, don’t you think that’s remotely ironic?”

Bucky was pulling on his own hair this time, elbows again on his knees.

He was shaking his head back and forth.

“I — I don’t know. This is too much.” Bucky licked his lips, “It doesn’t matter, she cheated on me, her illness does not justify that kind of action. People who have those things aren’t bad people. She is a bad person, Rogers.”

“I know that, Bucky. But it doesn’t make sense. At the beginning of your relationship, she seemed to have been at least remotely in control of her decisions and her mind. It wasn’t until she started working for your dad that she started suffering.”

“What are you suggesting?” You ask quietly.

“I don’t know, maybe — maybe he did something to her. Maybe he found a way to get into her head.”

“But at what cost?” Bucky snaps, standing up on his two feet, pointing out the window, “at what fucking cost?”

“We need to find out,” Steve looked down at his folders and thinks, they all think for a bit, “are you sure there’s nothing else he left for you? Maybe a clue?”

Bucky looked at Steve like he was crazy.

“A clue?” He asks.

“Yes. A safe, something with a lock, a piece of a written document, audio recording, video?” Steve lists.

Bucky sighs.

“I don’t know. I never bothered to look for anything like that.” Bucky says.

“Steve, what are you thinking?” You ask, reluctantly.

“Maybe it’s my attorney-at-law brain, but I have a feeling that it’s not at all what we think. We went into this thinking he wanted to give everything to Ashlyn. I don’t think it’s that simple. He left something, I know he did.”

With those few words from Steve, you spun around, taking a deep breath.

It was too much for you to process in such a small amount of time.

Just walking into the building itself nauseated him. After his talk with Steve, and after spending a great portion of the night staying up talking with you, he finally gathered up the balls to go to the office to try and find what could possibly be the “clue”.

He had begged, wanting to come with him, but he assured you that you needed rest. After all, he still knew how conflicted you felt about doing what you did to your sister, and now even more after finding out about her underlying illnesses.

You needed time to think before you eventually spoke with her. He waited until you were snoring in softly into his sturdy chest before he left.

He didn’t hesitate a second to log into his work computer. The blue light of the screen lit of up his face in the dark.

And he spent an hour, two hours, two hours and a half, digging through his hard drive, his external hardrive and any file he could possibly find on his computer.

By the time his eyes were burning, it was nearing two am. He gave up.

There was nothing to find, he concluded. There was no fucking clue. It was simple, his father just always wanted to make his life miserable, it had nothing to do with ulterior motives or reasoning.

He was an asshole and a man whore. Easy as that.

But still, as Bucky rested his arms on the table, he couldn’t help but think he was missing something.

He quickly got up from the leather chair (a  hand-me-down from his heartless father), and made his way to the bookshelf on the far right side of the room.

He knew there were some things in here left by his father, some older USBs mixed within but he was aware only held outdated information.

He found in the corner on the bottom shelf and he pulled it out until it landed with a soft thud on the floor.

He opened the grey/green box and rummaged through old office knacks and pens until he found two of the USBs.

He quickly inserted them into his laptop and restarted his search.

He must’ve spent an additional thirty minutes looking through them, only to come out empty handed again.

He was tired, as he groaned into his hand.

His father, once again, had played him.

The emotions of the day hit him with full force, mixed in with exhaustion.

His father was a bastard, this room that once used to be his, now Bucky’s, was tainted with venom.

Bucky slammed his laptop closed and cursed as strong sob escaped his mouth.

He was so, so tired.

With a deep breath, he reached down and grabbed the newton’s cradle off the desk, throwing it at the wall on the other side of the room.

It made a huge bang sound, most likely denting the wall and possibly the floor as it fell to the ground.

Bucky slid down the front of his desk, pulling on his hair as he bent his knees up to his chest.

How could he have been so oblivious and stupid?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groaned. With a whimper, he lifted his head up, letting it hit back against the large wooden desk. He stared up at the ceiling, cursing himself for being so useless.

He was so tired.

He straightened out his head, allowing his eyes to gaze over the metal cradle he had just thrown.

He almost laughed at how much it didn’t even break. Pathetic.

Only the rectangle base had come off. His eyes slid across the floor to its possible destination. It landed by the chair on the right side by the window over looking the city.

Stupid piece of trash. He never understood why his dad liked that thing.

It looked liked even a piece of the rectangle itself broke off, he noticed.

His eyes squinted, drifting back to the original piece.

But the rectangle was in a full piece.

That small piece wasn’t part of the cradle.

No…

Bucky stands up, with the help of the desk, and he looks at the USB chip across the room in fear.

He felt himself shaking as he walked up to the drive.

It takes him longer than it needed to for him to reach down and pick up the emasculate piece of what could only be the answer to his worst nightmares.

He swallowed thickly, wrapping it tightly into a fist.

His fingers shook when he slid it into his computer, and even more so when not even a password was needed to unlock it.

That easy.

Bucky swallowed as he watched the blue loading line reach the one hundred mark, followed by a video ready to be pressed play.

In the thumbnail was his father, clearly months before his death. He still looked semi-healthy and well.

Bucky didn’t know if he wanted to know anymore; the truth.

He had watched twelve other videos that day, those of which consisted of his wife being fucked by other men.

He couldn’t handle it anymore.

But he knew he had to.

For the sake of his own sanity, his friends, his girlfriend, and his baby that could’ve still been here.

Hesitantly, he presses play.

“You were always a thrower.”

Bucky feels his pulse deep in his head.

His father, grey-haired and blue-eyed, stared intently into the camera.

“I remember when you were just nine years old, and you begged your mom and me for a new Tonka truck. We said no, of course, and you threw your legos all across the living room floor. You could never handle not getting what you wanted,” Bucky felt his blood heating up as the voice echoed in the room. His face was blank, emotionless, “but you were also always too good. I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle this, this business, this company. Not with the heart that you had.”

Bucky swallowed thickly.

“I found out my cancer came back and I knew this family would’ve been screwed at your puny hands.”

Bucky’s face crumpled and his chest tightened.

“You would’ve given it all away, would a child step foot in here asking for three million dollars because he was dying, you wouldn’t hesitate to help. I knew I needed to plant evil into your heart, I needed to plant motive, a motive for you to make this company what it was always meant to be.”

Bucky’s breath quickened as his father’s words grew louder, his face more stern.

“You were always like your mother. Weak, nimble, always thought too much with your heart, not enough with your brain.” He says it with so much disgust that Bucky blinks away tears that have formed. He remember all the time his father had touched his mother and now he wishes he never let him, “At one point I even considered maybe giving the company over to Rogers. After all, he’s a lot smarter than you. The true son I never had.”

A lonely tear runs down Bucky’s left eye.

“But recently, an idea came to me in the form of a dark angel. Your dearest and truly one of a kind, pretty little Ashlyn y/l/n.”

Bucky sucked in a deep breath.

“I didn’t care for her that much at first, not until I saw her medical records and I realized I would be able to use her to achieve my beautiful plan.”

He watches in disgust as his father shows off a wicked smile.

“I knew I would be able to convince her that we needed her, oh how much we needed her; that what she would do to you wouldn’t be bad, but instead help us. I convinced her that she had found true happiness and she believed me. She became addicted to this life. Because of that, I knew that without hesitating, she would do whatever it took to keep this place afloat, above any moral and promises she would make to you. She was already a hundred times more worthy than you ever wore.”

Another tear escapes his eyes and Bucky takes in another breath.

“But you are watching this, so I assume you found out about us. Except there is no us. I could’ve cared less about her. I only did what I did so I could teach her how to be strong. I didn’t just have her sign companies over to us, but I taught her how to make sacrifices. Sacrifices, James. At the end of the day, I could care less about that child. Even though I knew you’d marry her. Such a pretty face, and a good lay too. How you were always so naive, James.”

Bucky’s lip turned into a snarl at his father’s words.

“You couldn’t get yourself a strong lady like Nat, you had to go find a damn fool. One that I fooled oh so damn well. I knew you wouldn’t like the idea of the will, I knew it would infiltrate into the darkest of your desires, the one I always secretly wanted to harbor in you for years - the realization that this company was your families, so you treat it like it’s yours.”

“I also knew you would eventually find out about the affairs, with weak friends like yours who would always have your back, of course you would find out eventually.”

"I made you angry, now didn’t I son?”

Bucky was quickly opening and closing his hand, trying to contain his anger and heartbreak as much as he could.

“I planted that seed in your heart, didn’t I? The desire to want to take something back because it’s truthfully yours, the desire to want to hate and ruin another simply because they have what is yours. Do you see the theme here? You think I’d really give it all away to some dumb slut who can’t tell the difference between a forged will and a real one? How was it overlooked, you ask? Well, lets just say I have my ways, which you would’ve learned if you weren’t such a disappointment for a human.”

A sob escapes Bucky’s lips.

“But, I would assume that after all that happened, you’ve grown, and you had a realization, haven’t you? You’re a little smarter than you were before I was around, huh? And do you know why that is, James? Do you know?”

Bucky quickly blinked, suddenly afraid.

“It’s because you’ve learned to appreciate what it means to not take anymore shit. This world is black and white. There’s good and there’s evil. There’s intelligence and there’s pure idiocy. Which one are you?”

“This is my goodbye to you. I hope I’ve taught you my ultimate lesson. The one I never had a chance to while I was alive. I’ll see you again soon.”

The screen went dark as it finished, and Bucky stared at it blankly as more tears fell and fell from his swollen eyes.

A hard sobbed racked through his body as he brought a fist up to his forehead. He rested his elbow on the desk and sobbed out loud for the first time that day.

And he cried and cried, and cried.

____

It had been a week since Bucky had watched the video that you and all your friends eventually watched, too.

You all feared for Bucky’s well being. He had been silent for so many days, only saying short words answers, most of the time choosing instead to just stare out into space.

You all knew he was traumatized. You and Steve had helped deal with the legal issues of it all, bringing it to Fury’s attention.

He had been just as shocked as everyone else, not understanding how any of it could’ve been overlooked by the authorities. Even though the will Ashlyn had signed was a fake, at the signings of the document (five years ago) she had signed other documents that followed it that still allowed her access to any assets.

Fury didn’t hesitate one second to put Steve on the case. He would be Bucky’s lawyer.

The real enemy in all of this had been George Barnes, and because of the video evidence, it would be easy to win the case.

Five days, and you still hadn’t spoken to your sister.

Five days was how long it took for word to finally reach Ashlyn.

It had been Steve who broke the news to her.

He was sitting at the foot of her bed and his face had a look she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Ashlyn’s heart hurt inside her chest after Steve told her about the video and what George had said.

“I need to see it.” She said through clenched teeth.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “I’m not weak, Steve. Please.”

Steve looked at her for a second longer before sighing and nodding his head. He would bring in the video some other day for her to see.

“So he knows,” Ashlyn says.

“He knows about your condition, yes." “Don’t say it like that.” “I know, I’m sorry.”

“He still doesn’t want to see you, Ashlyn. He—“ Steve took a deep breath, “He said he’s sorry he ever brought you into this situation. He didn’t mean to make this worst on you, and if he knew what you had been going through, he would’ve never let you near his father. He thinks he’s to blame for what happened. He said he should’ve kept a better watch on you and he hates himself for it.”

Ashlyn scoffs as tears line her eyes.

“But what you did, the way you cheated on him for so long, you even developed feelings for another man, that has nothing to do with your bipolar. That is in no way related, Ashlyn. You knew what you were doing when you did it, so you can understand why he still isn’t ready to see you personally. Why he still doesn’t forgive you. Because of what you did, you pushed him away and fell in love with someone else. That is something George can’t be to blame. That was you. I know you had your issues, but you knew you could’ve been stronger.”

Ashlyn wiped her tears on the back of her sleeve.

“He says you two fell out of love a long time ago, and faith or not faith, it just wasn’t mean to be. He’s not ready to forgive you, but he is extremely pained for the emotional turmoil his father put you through.”

Ashlyn watched as Steve pulled out a piece of paper from an orange envelope.

“He’s found, you some good doctors. He wants you to take care of yourself.”

Ashlyn took the envelope from him.

“He also says you can’t stay here anymore. He’s putting the place up for sale. He says it’s not good for you to be here, that you need to move on. It will be better for your health. There are too many memories in here. He said you should start looking elsewhere for a new job and a new apartment. After the case is closed, you will no longer be an employer at Barnes Enterprises. If you need help looking, I can try my best, but that shouldn’t be too hard for you considering everyone will know who you are.”

Ashlyn took a deep breath and looked up towards the ceiling as she held the paper with the doctor’s names in her hands.

Steve looked at her for a while before dropping his gaze.

“This whole thing, what George did to us all, it was fucked up.”

Ashlyn didn’t respond, a faraway look still in her eyes.

“And the divorce papers?” She asked.

Steve cleared his throat.

“I have those, too.”

“Did he already sign his half?” “Yes.”

She nodded again.

“I don’t want to sign anything until I talk to my sister.”

Steve stared at her for a beat before nodding.

five days later...

“We want to thank you for coming on the show tonight. We wanted to start by asking you one question: Is Ashlyn Barnes still in any way affiliated with Barnes’ Enterprises?”

Bucky swallowed thickly, the bright light of the recording camera making his head swirl.

He cleared his throat.

“Thanks for having me on. I want to start off by saying that as of right now, my wife Ashlyn is still affiliated with the company, yes.”

“There are rumors about a split, which are concerning investors like Pym and Stark Industries.”

Bucky took a deep breath.

“Regardless of any change that may come our way, they can be certain that they will be safe. We are taking appropriate measures to make sure there’s no deficit anywhere. Barnes’ Enterprises will remain at the top and I will protect all my clients. It’s my responsibility, and I will not step away from that.”

And the number one reason Bucky hated his father was because even though George Barnes was a soulless Devin incarnate, he had been right.

_

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Put Me In a Movie

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Everyone, me included, has been wondering how the morning after was gonna go, and, well, here it is. Obviously, I had to make it awkward af. Also, please don’t hate the reader, she’s trying her best, kind of.)

Summary  Prologue  1 2 

Warning- the slightest hint of NSFW, Angst.

Chapter 3- Back to Normal, Sort of

When Y/n awoke the next morning, there was throbbing in her head and a soreness between her legs. Groggily, her eyes split open, only for her to shut them after the first traces of light slipped past her lashes. Gasping, she quickly realized that there was someone sleeping behind her, his arm curled over the dip of a waist. It was alarming because she hadn’t remembered Luke coming to Chicago. In fact, he wasn’t due to finish the shoot until the next week.

Then when her eyes snapped open again, it hit her. That wasn’t even her hotel room, unless of course, she’d started wearing worn brown boots and over sized t-shirts from a Los Angeles based motorcycle company.

She didn’t

But Keanu did,

“Fuck!” Y/n hissed, realizing what she’d- or rather, what they’d done. That was hardly just her fault. It took two to cheat, right?

For a minute, Y/n pondered on the best course of action. Waking him would warrant a ‘morning after’ conversation, slipping out would do the same, though, possibly after she’d brushed her teeth and made herself more presentable. That was the one she should go with.

Y/n tried to slink out of his warm embrace, knowing she’d miss it when it was gone but also knowing that she shouldn’t have been in it in the first place. For the briefest of moments, she thought she had it, though, when Keanu stirred, groaning at the bright sunlight that washed the room, Y/n cringed at her lack of stealth. At least she now knew where she stood on the matter of one night stands. 

“Sorry,” she whispered, not really sure who’s favor her softness was in. 

It was decided then and there; she never wanted to see alcohol again.

What a bold faced lie! 

She need a drink just to get through that conversation. 

Keanu swallowed thickly and Y/n turned against him, trying not to smile at how attractively disheveled he looked; raven mane a mess, yellow rays accentuating the salt of his beard and the laugh lines that had started to come in on telling spots on his face. For the first time since they’d met, Y/n noticed that Keanu had freckles too, right round his nose, peppering his skin. “It’s okay,” he moistened his lips and seemed to be taking stock of the situation. 

Y/n was vaguely aware of his morning wood pressing into her thigh, and it was enough to remind her that just the night before, Keanu had managed to stretch her far more than Luke ever had. “This is.....”

Keanu cleared his throat, returning to the seriousness that had been absent just the night before, “Inappropriate,” he finished for her, “I’m sorry Y/n, if I-”

“Don’t say you took advantage of me,” as she sat up against the headboard, Y/n gathered the sheets in her fists, guarding her modesty, “We were drunk and if I remember correctly; I kissed you first.”

Sighing heavily, Keanu propped himself up on the headboard too, the gears turning in his head. Then, more than ever, he could hardly deny the thing in his head that said he and Y/n were just friends. But it wasn’t like he could do something about it; it couldn’t have been anything more than infatuation anyway.

Infatuation

It was definitely that.

It made sense; Y/n was young and beautiful, she was the kind of woman that any sensible man with some semblance of a sex drive would fawn over. So really, it had to be that. Because, logically, Keanu told himself, he and Y/n otherwise had nothing that would make them a stable couple. She was inexperienced and barely older than a child. And Keanu, he was a grown man who had twenty-something years experience on her. So, despite what they’d shared, it was better that they go back to being friends. Friends who didn’t touch each other the way they had the night before.

The silence broke when Keanu cleared his throat, folding his arms across his broad chest, “Look, Y/n, we’re friends.....and this,” he searched for the right words, he didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to be a responsible adult and put his foot down, “Maybe we should just try to get back to the way things were. I mean, you don’t have to mention anything to Luke, or you can, that’s up to you. But I don’t think we should read too much into this.”

Y/n’s brows knitted as she mulled on his words, though, before long, she was perking up and chortling nervously, “Yeah, yeah of course,” shaking off the sheets, Y/n swung her legs out of the bed, immediately collecting her clothes and getting dressed, “You’re right, this was a mistake Keanu.”

Well that kind of stung.

Reaching for his discarded jeans as he stood, Keanu pulled them on with barely anytime to zip or button them closed before Y/n was scurrying out on the bedroom. “Y/n,” he reasoned, following her out to the living room, where she collected her fallen key-card off the floor, “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No,” Y/n shook her head, pushing down her feelings and mustering up a quaint smile, “I know, but you are right. We’re friends, and friends don’t fuck each other,” the was a harshness lingering in the last bits of her sentence, but Y/n hadn’t really meant for it to be there. Taking a calming breath, Y/n began again, “It’s okay, really. I feel terrible that I did this to Luke, and it would be better for everyone involved if we tried to get things back to the way things were,” smiling, Y/n stood on her toes, pecking Keanu’s cheek, “I’ll see you later Ke.”

“Okay,” he nodded slowly, “Later.”

She’d tried to contain herself, but by the time Y/n had stepped under the hot spray of her shower, trying to wash off her guilt, she was sobbing quietly. She didn’t know what hurt more, the fact that Keanu wanted to dismiss what they’d done so quickly or the fact that she’d set herself up to hurt a sweet man. 

The longer she stayed there, the more she wished she could wash the guilt away. She wasn’t a cheater. She couldn’t be a cheater. It was a mistake.

Said every cheater ever.

Said her-

Nope, Y/n wasn’t like that. It was just one time and it was never, ever going to happen again, especially since Keanu clearly didn’t see her like that. But did she see him like that?

That was a question Y/n preferred to not ask herself.

Grabbing the loofah and her bottle of body wash, Y/n squeezed a generous amount of the fragrant product onto it and started washing her soft skin. The foam felt weightless and the rough material gently raked along her body. Her fragile fingers gripped it tightly, and with blank eyes, Y/n scrubbed so hard it almost hurt. Still, nothing could erase the lingering feeling of Keanu’s calloused touch; they way his fingers graced her skin, the way his lips felt on her neck. 

Again, tears welled up in her eyes, and despite being all lathered up, Y/n had never felt dirtier. When her hand slid lower, the loofah dragging along the inside of her thigh, Y/n blinked slowly, and in an instant, the feeling of Keanu pulsing between her legs came back to her in a rush. 

After a breath, she gave up, rinsing the little white bath aid before once again stepping under the water. With her head down, the persistent stream hit her head and neck; rivulets running down her back and steam continuously building up in the room. By then, Y/n could barely tell the difference between her tears and the water that drenched her.

Time seemed to pass slowly, and only when her fingers became wrinkled and when the glass shower walls were completely fogged over did Y/n even consider shutting the water off. “God,” she breathed, raising her head, scrubbing her hands over her face. Turning, she took the sliver knob in her hand, and as it went clockwise, the flow lessened until it stopped completely. 

Sliding the door open, she grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself before stepping onto the fluffy mat at the entrance. In front of the mirror, Y/n used her palm to swipe away to some of the fog, only to regard her sullen reflection; cheeks flushed from her extended shower and eyes red from crying. 

Her breath caught in her throat as she faced herself; she never wanted to be the kind of person who could betray someone like that. Planting her hands on the sides of the sink, more tears fell as Y/n finally let her mind admit a fact that it could no longer ignore. Not while she was staring herself down in the mirror at least. See, Y/n’s guilt didn’t just come from her betrayal, it came from knowing that from there on out, she’d never be able to lie with Luke without wishing it was Keanu.

Plopping onto the bed, dressed only in a clean pair of sweats, sans t-shirt, Keanu planted his elbows on his thighs. His head was downcast and he held his it in his hands, long fingers tangled in his dark hair. At some point, Keanu had deemed himself immune to making mistakes; he’d had so many experiences, done so much, that somewhere along the line, he’d somehow figured that everything he did was on his own, conscious volition, that he could no longer regret anything. 

But he was clearly wrong, because, he’d made so many in the last twelve hours. He’d fucked his friend, a woman he had respect for. And he’d sent her away after, as if she were a one night stand. Keanu could clearly see the look in her eyes when Y/n had left. Hurt or confusion or something that wasn’t good. Truthfully, he’d never been good at reading women, so it was hard to tell. Everyone always praised him on being sensitive or intuitive, but really, underneath it all, Keanu was just a man. One still capable of making mistakes apparently. 

With a heavy sigh, his fingers ran through his drying hair one last time before Keanu straightened up with a heavy sigh. He wished he didn’t think so much. But it alas, it was a consequence of being who he was. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Thinking that he’d hurt Y/n, that he’d lost any right to her friendship. Thinking that if their friendship had just imploded, their work relationship had too. And finally, thinking about how he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her body, her sounds and worst of all; what he’d do to experience that sober. 

But he couldn’t, that wouldn’t be right. He couldn’t take advantage of Y/n, or anyone like that. 

Standing from the bed, Keanu inhaled deeply, wishing that there were some way to change the events of the morning. Walking out to the living room, he glanced at his phone on the nearby end table. Maybe he should call her, apologize for his behavior. Keanu didn’t really want them to stand another week toeing around each other any way. 

After another minute’s worth of contemplation, Keanu took hold of the device, pressing the power button, surprised that it still hard charge. Finding her number didn’t take very long as it was among a few others that he frequently used. Hesitantly, he hit call, and put the phone to his ear.

It range three times and Keanu imagined that Y/n had hesitated before finally picking up. “Hello,” her voice rang through, soft and unsure.

At first, Y/n wasn’t gong to pick up, but eventually, she realized that the best way to pretend that nothing had changed between her and Keanu, to pretend that she wasn’t exactly who she didn’t want to be, was to grow up and talk to him. When she answered, Keanu took a couple minutes before he spoke again, “I wasn’t sure if you’d pick up,” he determined weakly. 

“Why wouldn’t I pick up?” Y/n had dried her hair and had just slipped into her fluffy white robe, moving on to rummage through her things for something to wear. When he called, Y/n had climbed onto the bed, one leg crooked under her, the other hanging off the edge as she sat sideways on the bed.

“Because of the way things went this morning,” Keanu offered shortly, no longer willing to dance around the issue. They were adults, they should talk about what they’d done, like adults. “I’m sorry about that, by the way.”

“I told you,” Y/n sighed, “It’s okay, we did something dumb, but we can’t just hold onto to it,” even if it wasn’t exactly logical, Y/n thought that the more she vocalized her regret, as in-existent as it was, the more ‘okay’ it was. Like somehow, it would erase what she had done or at the very least, would give her a reason to not tell Luke, “Look, Ke, we’re pretty good friends, can’t we just agree that this was a lapse in judgement?”

For a couple seconds, Keanu was silent, and Y/n hoped that she didn’t hurt his feelings, she hadn’t really thought about them when she said that. It was selfish, trying to cover her ass like that, without the slightest consideration for him, but sometimes you had to be selfish, right? Right. Eventually, just when Y/n had thought that she’d upset Keanu, he cleared his throat and spoke up, “Uh, yeah.” His words were so few that Y/n wasn’t sure if he was upset and didn’t make any move to fill the silence, leaving the ball in his proverbial court, “So we’re cool?”

“Mhm,” Y/n hummed in agreement. To her, they weren’t ‘cool’, they’d never be just ‘cool’. Not when it would probably take months for her to get his touch out of her mind, not when the next time she spent with Luke, she’d compare him to Keanu, not when pushing Keanu away felt so wrong. But she couldn’t say those things; they were drunk and it was a mistake. Besides, she wasn’t willing to risk their friendship by saying that she might, deep down, want more than that with him. “We’re cool.”

“Great,” Keanu was silent for a while again, probably debating weather or not he wanted to say more, “So.....”

“So...” Y/n mirrored, not sure on where they should go from there. It wasn’t like they could just jump back to way things a day or even a week ago. 

Or could they?

“Maybe we could hang out,” Y/n blurted out, painfully hoping that they could immediately revert to their comfortable, not riddled with strange tension, friendship. 

Keanu hesitated and Y/n could feel disappointment setting in, only perking up a little when he offered up his next words, “Sure, what about brunch, tomorrow? If I remember correctly you said you’d die for the mimosas here.”

“I did,” Y/n laughed, genuinely, “Brunch sounds great,” finally, she could breathe a sigh of relief. That was good; pretending nothing happened, getting back to their friendship. Just as Y/n was going to speak again, a knock on her door had her standing, “Ke, I’ve gotta go, someone’s at the door, talk later?”

“Sure, sounds great,” his own relief that they were returning to some semblance of normalcy was evident in his tone, “I’ll make us a reservation.”

“Great,” Y/n was already at the door, still in her thick robe and barefoot, “Bye,” as she hung up, she pulled the door open, her jaw slackening when she saw who was, wide grin plastered on on his handsome face, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a gorgeous bouquet in his right hand. Smile, she told herself. It hurt to split her lips like that, mostly because it was the least genuine smile that she’d ever offered anyone. Guilt, shame, regret. That was what she felt, all over again, “Luke,” Y/n breathed, no doubt in disbelief.

“Y/n,” he immediately pulled her into a hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her before setting her down. A deep kiss followed, but all Y/n could feel when she forced her eyes shut was how it had felt to kiss Keanu, how soft his lips were, how his hands hand felt sunken into her hips, gripping tightly. “I missed you,” he pulled away, he eyed her curiously, “What’s wrong,” his brows furrowed, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Was that her punishment? Having to look him in the eyes mere hours after waking up in Keanu’s arms.

“I...um,” Y/n stuttered, discarding her phone on the nearby table, running a hand through her hair, her nails gently raking her scalp, “No, I just....” Taking a breath, she steadied herself; there was no use crying over split milk, so why would she even tell Luke? They had a good thing going, he was a good man and mistakes happened, telling him that she’d slept with someone else would just break his heart. And Y/n didn’t want to do that. So really, by not telling him, she was doing him a favor. 

That was it. She was lying to protect him. No one could fault her for that.

“No,” finally, Y/n had a handle on herself, her terrible rationalization doing wonders, “I’m just shocked, I wasn’t expecting you to be done in France until next week.”

“We wrapped up early,” Luke wrapped an arm around her waist and they walked over to the living area, “I know I should have called, but you told me you had the weekend off and I really wanted to surprise you.” When they stopped, he dropped his bag on the sofa and offered her the flowers. The bouquet comprised of a collection of her favorites; light pink roses complimented by blue baby’s breath and a few bright white daisies. “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful lady.”

Y/n blushed a little, smiling softly, “Thank you,” standing on her toes, she pecked his lips, “These are gorgeous.”

“Not half as gorgeous as you baby,” Y/n giggled, pretending to fawn at his cliche compliment. Where did he get those lines? 

“I’m going to put these in water,” desperately, she wanted the moment to be over. Luke followed her into the kitchen, watching as she searched for a containment of some sort, eventually opting to empty a vase of artificial flowers, dumping the plastic flora onto the marble counter before half filling the porcelain catchment with water from the tap, before fitting the flowers into it, gently tugging at the petals until she was satisfied.

Luke stayed on the opposing side of the room, his expression caught between a disappointed frown and the ache of confusion, “Did I do something wrong?”

The hurt in his voice pulled at her heart and Y/n’s head snapped up, “No, of course not. Why would you think that?”

Luke shrugged his shoulders, still not willing to believe her. It always stung that he was constantly trying to please her and Y/n could never sum up the resolve to put in the same effort. It confused Y/n too; why would he want to stay with someone like that, with someone who actively proved that she didn’t care as much as he did? “You’re quiet. I mean,” he forced a half smile, maybe to please her so she wouldn’t worry too much, “You’re always quiet, but not like this.”

Y/n sighed heavily, just make it right, she told herself. It wasn’t that hard, she was an actress for god’s sake. “Nothing’s wrong,” a trained smile made its way to her lips as she sauntered into his arms. Luke couldn't help it when they accepted Y/n readily, bending his head when Y/n circled hers around his neck, the tips of her fingers tangling in his honey-colored hair, “I’m just.....hungover.”

“Oh,” he teased, “Someone got carried away last night,” relived, Luke connected his lips with Y/n’s, “We could get some rest if you want.”

“That sounds nice,” it did, though, she was overwhelmed with the need to prove  to herself that she could be with Luke and enjoy it the way she did before. He was good in bed, unless she was comparing him to Keanu, next to him, Luke was at best ‘pretty okay.’ But just a month before, he could make Y/n see stars; he was the kind of lover that put her needs before his own, sweet and attentive. In their year together, he’d never dared to be rough with her, simply preferring to guide her body to sweet release. Nothing like Keanu, who’d certainly proven that he could take control in the kind of way that shattered her world.

Y/n had like it more that she wanted to admit. She had always been too coy to ask Luke to roughhouse her anyway.

“But we could do something else, I mean, we haven’t seen each other in months,” slowly, she peppered kisses on his neck, teasingly nipping at his pulse point, “What do you think baby?” Her voice was low and husky and as arousal started trickling to her core, Y/n tried to push Keanu out of her mind.

“I think.....” Luke trailed off when one of her hands slid to his crotch, palming him through his jeans, groaning quietly when she started rubbing, “I think we should go to your room.”

“Good choice,” Y/n smirked, pulling away seductively, letting him follow a pace behind her, undoing the knot of her robe and letting the fabric slide down her shoulder and onto the ground just before pushing the door open.

Keanu played around with his phone for a while; responding to texts, reading emails and everything in between as he awaited Y/n at the table he’d gotten for them. His foot tapped impatiently and to say he was nervous wouldn’t be completely wrong, though, he would prefer something along the lines of ‘concerned’. He wasn’t really sure how they were supposed to act around each other given recent events. Sure, they could try to go back to the way things were before, but Keanu was almost certain that that was the reason the had ended up in bed in the first place. Friends shouldn’t be that comfortable with each other; goodbye kisses shouldn't have been that close to their lips, he shouldn’t know what it was like to have her head on his shoulder or what it was like to lay in her lap or have her fingers through his hair. 

That was the problem. Too close, too fast.

But there was no use dwelling, especially when they were trying to move past it. Sighing, Keanu put his phone down, grabbing his iced tea and taking a long sip, hoping to clear his head before Y/n could get there. Speaking of, he briefly glanced at his watch; she was late, which was completely unlike her. Keanu had considered calling or texting, but ended up deciding against it; it was just fifteen minutes anyway.

Just as he replaced his glass though, Y/n came through the open doorway, lighting up at the sight of him. She looked exquisite, though Keanu wished he hadn’t noticed. Her plum dress was short, exposing her smooth legs and the chiffon ruffles falling from the neckline left the slightest bit of her cleavage on display.

Much to Keanu’s surprise, Y/n had brought someone along, a tall man with tousled blond hair and bone structure so sharp that it could probably cut paper. Keanu supposed, that to the female gaze, the man was conventionally attractive and he quickly deduced that he must be the infamous Luke. Thankfully, the hotel’s restaurant only had tables that seated three or more.

As they drew closer, Keanu stood, stepping out to meet them at the table, “Y/n,” he grinned, letting her initiate a hug just after pecking his cheek, “Hey.”

“Hi,” she beamed, though, the expression wavered when they pulled apart and she motioned to her companion, “Keanu, this is Luke. Luke, this is my friend Keanu.”

“Great to meet you,” their hands connected with a friendly smack and Keanu wasn’t sure who was trying to firmer the other’s grip. It shouldn’t have been a competition, that wasn’t a pissing contest. Still, Keanu felt the surge of testosterone, encouraging him to stand straighter, feeling a little triumphant when he found that he was a couple inches taller than Luke. 

“Likewise,” Keanu smiled tightly, “I’ve heard a lot about you,” they gripped each other’s hands for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye, Keanu saw that Y/n was eyeing them skeptically. Keanu was the one to eventually pull away, suggesting that they sit, “You look beautiful, Y/n,” smiling at how she ducked, blushing. 

Luke pulled out her chair first before getting seated next to her, his arm draping over the back of Y/n’s seat, “Thanks,” she seemed uncomfortable, and Keanu knew that he couldn’t begin to imagine how unsettling the situation must be for her; sitting at a table with her boyfriend, who wasn’t really her boyfriend, and the man who she’d cheated on him with. “It was a gift, from Luke’s mother.”

And it just got more awkward.

At that, Luke chuckled, “Yeah, mom’s been dying to get her hands on Y/n as a brand ambassador. Can’t blame her though, Y/n/n looks amazing in everything,” quickly, he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head. Y/n’s gaze just held Keanu’s and beneath her pseudo-happiness, he could see the guilt, fighting to break through. 

“You know I try to stay away from that kind of stuff,” Y/n breathed, deciding that it was time to change the subject, “Why don’t we order?”

“Sure,” the rest of brunch went by uneventfully, though riddled with awkward tension; conversations were minimal and tense and the one time that Y/n and Keanu reached for the same thing, they both sprang back when their fingers brushed, apologizing profusely.

When it was over, they both breathed a sigh of relief, though, it was short lived because when the check came, before Y/n could even lean forward to pick it up, both Keanu and Luke scrambled to get it, “I should get it, since I intruded on your plans,” Luke chuckled, though anyone could hear the malicious under tones.

“No, I insist,” Keanu argued, gritting his teeth, his hold on the end nearest to him firm and warning, “You’re our guest, it would be rude me to let you pay.”

Lightly, Luke tugged on the little black, “It would be rude of you to reject my offer to pay.”

“I made the reservation, so I should pay,” Keanu tugged a little harder, his platinum card already in his free hand, “Give me the check,” he warned, a little sterner than warranted.  

It was a war of glares and Y/n’s worry continuously grew as she watched it unfolded. Worrying on her lower lip, she hoped that it wouldn’t escalate, quickly deciding that it wouldn’t be wise to wait it out. Discreetly, she reached into her little handbag, getting out her own card, before reaching out and wrestling the leather envelope from their hands, “I’ll get it,” she smiled tightly, and when they went to argue she stopped them, already taking it and signing the bottom of the bill and sending it off with her card, “I insist.”

Keanu had made up some excuse of having an errand to run, just so he wouldn’t have to ride up in the elevator with them. Y/n couldn’t blame him and she was actually grateful; you could cut the tension between the three with a knife. Luke and Keanu clearly didn’t like each other and worse yet, Luke could readily see that things between Keanu weren’t as platonic as she’d led him to believe. 

The minute the were in the room, Y/n kicked off her heels and before he made a move to do anything else, Luke confronted her, “Is there something going on between you two?”

Not knowing how else to deflect, Y/n feigned ignorance. Frowning, she furrowed her brows, “Me and who?”

Luke folded his arms, leaning against the wall that brought the foyer out to the living room. Sighing, Y/n backed into the back of the sofa, planting her hands on either side of herself as she half-sat , “You know I’m talking about Keanu. I saw you two, you still want to go with the ‘just friends’ excuse?”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n scoffed, “It’s not an excuse,” she moistened her lips, knowing full and well that she was probably about to start a fight. Luke wasn’t wrong when he noticed something between her and Keanu, but she was far from willing to admit it. “Keanu is a friend, why are you making such a big deal of this?”

“I’m not making-” Luke cut himself off, hitting his fist with his thigh, “I know what you’re doing,” he accused, “And it’s not gonna work this time.”

“What am I doing Luke?” She raised her brows questioningly, continuing calmly, “Cause I’m not the one throwing around accusations.”

Exasperated, he pushed off the wall, walking to the other side of the room. They didn’t fight often; Y/n was always willing to apologize just to avoid a spat and Luke was always excusing her behavior. “But you’re the one in Chicago with a fucking movie star, having dinner with him almost every night, hanging out with him on weekends. God, said you fell asleep in his room,” he scrubbed his hands over his face, raking his short nails over his five o’clock shadow. Y/n could see the tension in his shoulders, the bulging veins in his arms and on his forehead. It was like he already knew and was just waiting for her to admit the truth, “Just tell me the truth.”

Just tell him the truth.

Y/n knew she should have, he already suspected it anyway. But she couldn’t do it, maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was cowardice. Y/n couldn’t hurt him like that and she couldn’t admit that she was the kind of person who would destroy a good thing because she couldn’t keep her pants on. Blinking slowly, Y/n approached Luke, tentatively resting her hands on his biceps, “There is absolutely nothing going on between me and Keanu. He’s just a friend. You know how it is,” she reassured, lifting one hand to cup his cheek, “We’re working together almost everyday, and he’s helped me a lot with Jackson, he’s just a really good friend.”

Inhaling deeply, Luke closed his eyes for a minute, his hands finding her waist. When he reopened them, his hazel orbs were glassy and Y/n anticipated what was coming next, “I saw the way he looked at you, the way you looked at him, and Y/n, you,” his voice broke, “You’ve been my world for the past year, and you won’t even call me your boyfriend.”

“Luke,” Y/n reasoned, “You know-”

“Labels don’t matter to you, I know,” he bowed his head, “But they matter to me. I want people to know that we’re a couple, cause I’m proud of you, cause I’m in love with you, even though I’m pretty sure you don’t feel the same.”

“You know that’s not true,” she frowned, sullen;  Y/n had done the one thing she’d been avoiding.

“Then why haven’t you said it back?” Luke pulled away, putting some space between them and Y/n scoffed, defeated. With slumped shoulders and teary eyes, she watched as he picked up his bag, throwing it over his shoulder, “Maybe we should take a break.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what she was feeling; relief because it was over or dismay because the last year of her life was crumbling. She cared about Luke, she really did, maybe she wasn’t in love with him, but she did care. And now he was leaving, because he’d given her his best and she couldn’t even call him her boyfriend. Seeing him like that hurt, the way he fought tears and avoided her gaze, the way he was headed towards the door, without another word. “Luke,” she followed him hurriedly, “Don’t go.”

“Why?” His voice rose as he wretched his hand out of Y/n’s grasp. Sniffling, he blinked quickly, “Say it back, or something, anything that’ll convince me that I’m as important to you as you are to me.”

“I.....” what could she say? What was there to say? 

Nodding slowly when she couldn’t offer up anything else, Luke turned the knob, pulling the door open.

“You’re breaking up with me?” It sounded like a question, but Y/n hadn’t meant it to be. It was more of a realization, a painful one. The scene was reminiscent of one she could recall from her childhood, when her father had left their family’s home the same way Luke was leaving then. Back then ache the was tripled, watching her father, her idol, walk away from her mother was one of the most painful things she’d ever witnessed, and from then on, Y/n had vowed that she’d never hurt someone like that. But there she was, doing it. 

As always, he put her feelings before his, though, it was different that day. It was like he was trying to let her down easy, “I’m leaving,” he corrected, “Because I think we both need some time apart to think, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you Y/n.”

With that, he was walking towards the elevator, hand in his pocket and head down. When Luke was out of sight, Y/n closed the door, turning to lean against it, planting her face in her hands, sobbing quietly.

There was only one person that Y/n wanted to talk to after that. Maybe she’d call him later. 

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A letter, huh? It seemed stupid. But he could definitely write things out just to get an idea of how he was feeling, just... sort through things. He didn’t even have to give it to him, right? So he sat down with a pen and a piece of paper and started writing.

Dear Hiro,

I don’t want to make you panic, but there are things we need to talk about and I don’t want to ignore this and just hope it goes away. It’ll just get worse and I’ll just make you hate me because of the sheer fact that I don’t know if I’m upsetting you by acting the way I act.

I need to talk to you about how things went with Noriko. I saw how upset you were when I had to flirt with her, and when she kissed me. It made me sick to my stomach to have to do those things, but it was worse to see you react. Your disgust just made me feel more disgusting, and I was worried that you would hold it against me or that it would make you see me differently. But we never talked about that. We just moved on as if nothing happened. As if that didn’t bother either of us and as if we reached some kind of understanding. Maybe you felt that way because you realized that it was an act and it didn’t bother you, but for me it was impossible for me to tell if it bothered you, and it made me worried that you did change how you viewed me and just wanted to keep that from me. I don’t want to be disgusting. Not in your eyes. You matter to me too much for that to sit well with me, and I care about you. We need to talk about that, and I need you to hear me when I say that I feel like you find me gross without treating it like it’s a non-issue. Saying, “Of course I don’t find you disgusting!” doesn’t help-- I blame myself and I need to know that you don’t, too.

I need to talk to you about Yuta. I feel guilty for the fact that you got hurt helping me, and I feel weak for not being able to protect myself against him. I feel stupid for letting him take advantage of me over and over and over again, but every time I worry that you’re going to give up on me, the only person I can think to go to is him. And I am terrified that you’re going to give up on me. Because I know what he’ll do if I go to him. I know how that will end. And I need you to acknowledge that it will end with me dead. Saying that he’s not coming for me when I know that he is just makes me feel... crazy. Like I’m being paranoid or stupid, or like I don’t know what I’m talking about. And it makes me worried that when things go wrong, because they will, you won’t know what to do and you’ll end up blaming yourself. I don’t want you to do that. But I’m scared that if we have these conversations and something still goes wrong that you’ll blame yourself more, or that you’ll feel like you have to baby me and take care of me, and that you’ll think I can’t take care of myself. I can. I did it for years. But I don’t know how to keep my boundaries with you without feeling like I’m pushing you away or making you think that I want this. Yuta has the upper hand on me. He’s threatened me, and I know him-- he won’t give up until he has me.

I need to talk to you about flirting. I need to know what bothers you so I don’t drive you away from me. I need to know whether I’m allowed to flirt with other people, I need to know if it makes you uncomfortable. And I need you to know that just because I flirt with other people doesn’t mean I care about them. The same way I flirt with people at work for money, I flirt with people who I think are interesting so they’ll be interested in me. If people don’t care about me... well, people don’t notice when I go missing. They stop caring after a few days, after they’ve been interviewed and had their picture in the paper. They assume I ran away, that I just gave up and left. If people don’t care about me, they don’t make sure I get dinner, they don’t make sure I go to school, they don’t make sure-- they forget about me. Happily. And I think flirting is fun. It’s teasing, it’s... just how I talk. But I’d change anything you wanted me to change if it mean that I didn’t have to lose you, because you matter to me more than anyone else I could possibly flirt with. Speaking of which.

I need to talk to you about being exclusive and having sex with other people. Sex for me isn’t just romantic. In certain contexts it is, of course, but sometimes it’s just... a tool. I paid for my first lawyer with sex. I paid for train tickets with blow jobs, I let people feel me up so they’d donate to my sister’s school fundraiser. Sex is a tool. Sometimes it’s a tool to show people I care about them, sometimes it’s something I want. But sometimes it isn’t. It’s to get what I want, and sometimes I hate it. And there are times when it’s just... curiosity. And sometimes I feel like I can’t stop myself. I know why, I know it’s just the way I am. I know that the accident did something to me and I know that it’s not going to change. But I need to know if it bothers you. I need to know whether I can do the things I’ve always done, or if I need to change in order to keep you. I need to know how you feel about that, and I need you to be honest with me, because if you lie, or you try to comfort me and pretend that everything is okay, and it’s not, you will hate me. You will feel like I’m cheating on you, you will feel hurt and betrayed and worthless. Trust me, I know. I hate cheaters. I don’t want to be that. I just... I need the truth. I need to talk to you about it and know that you aren’t just going to back down and let me do whatever I want because you’re scared of losing me, because what I’m terrified of is losing you.

I need you to be honest about what bothers you and listen to me when I say that something scares me. When I say that Yuta is coming for me, I mean it. I’m not looking for reassurance that he won’t. I know he is. It’s a lie and it feels like a lie. I need you to be there for me when he does. I hate being so useless and constantly needing your help, but I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to fix things, how to make things better. I don’t know how to make you happy if I don’t know what’s making you upset. I don’t know how to have a relationship that isn’t dependent on me putting out until you get sick of me. Please I just... I need you to be honest. I need to know what you want. I care about you and I don’t want to lose you because you bit your tongue.

I’m sorry for unloading all of this on you, but I just don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to give up the person I love because I fucked everything up. Please.

Love,

Hibiki

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Are you making a Bts reaction after being caught cheating on you for the maknae line too?? I loved this one 💕

*gasp* how did you know ?

BTS reaction after being caught cheating on you (Maknae line) 

V:

This may have been the worst date you had with Taehyung. It was hard to get some one on one time with him since he’s always busy and his schedule would be hectic. So you had the idea to go out and have a nice dinner, the night would end in some cuddling and maybe even get laid but, so far…you just wanted to go home. The whole date Taehyung had been on his phone with incoming texts, calls and once awhile a voicemail. You couldn’t believe that he would rather text someone else than spend time with you. 

“Babe, can you put your phone away?”

“It’s work…just one second.” 

Finally, he was able to place the phone on the table and smiled at you. Your heart fluttered at that smile, wishing you could smile at you like this forever. Taehyung excused himself to the bathroom while the food was being prepared, and you didn’t mind. However, when he went away his phone vibrated twice and you really wished you didn’t have this urge to check who it was. Glancing at the nearby bathroom you quickly slide the phone closer to your view and pressed the home button. You didn’t recognized the name ‘Min’ and sort of assumed it meant for Min Yoongi. But when another text came in from the same person, you knew it couldn’t be his band mate texting him like this right? 

Luckily his phone didn’t have a passcode and you quickly checked his text messages. And there it was, messages of him and some girl flirting and it wasn’t some middle school shit, they were exchanging pictures…mostly sexual ones. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, you had to find out more. You checked call log, voicemails, kakaotalk, and finally photos. Full of the name ‘Min’. You tried to go back to an old photo but suddenly the phone was snatched away from your grip. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I should be the one asking that. You’re cheating on me, how could you do this to me?” Your heart was breaking and you couldn’t take more of any lies he would tell you. 

“She doesn’t mean anything I swear. We just hung out a couple of times a-and…” He started fumbling his words when he started seeing your hurt expression. He didn’t what he had ruined. 

“I hope she was worth it.” You said as you pushed past him and exited the restaurant, fleeing the scene with a broken heart. 

Jimin: 

Could this actually be happening? Your beloved boyfriend of a year and four months, who’s always been there for you and cared for you, giving you nothing but love and affection for each other, was seen in a photo sticking his tongue down some girl who was not you. You tried to make some sense of this photo a friend sent to you. Millions of questions raced through your mind, who was she? How long ago was this? Or was it recent? Were they seeing each other? Was Jimin really cheating on you? Did his members knew about this? 

Hearing the sound of keys and a closed door brought you back to reality. You quickly shut off your phone to hide the photo and calmed yourself down. You weren’t one for confrontation but this, you were livid and couldn’t contain it. You exited the bedroom and went to see Jimin scavenging for food in the fridge and at the first sight of him, you wanted to push him out. 

“Hey..” You spoke very carefully,

“Hey babe. I think we should go shopping, there’s no food.” He pouted cutely and usually it made your stomach flip and flutter but instead your stomach was filled with vile and hatred. 

“Or we could order in? I was thinking pizza or chicken, which one is better?” 

“I think…neither.” Yours hands instantly curled themselves into fists, you couldn’t stand there and not say anything but you didn’t know how to confront him about it. Jimin noticed your weird behavior and walked closer to you but instincts kicked in and you took two steps back eyes glued to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Get out.” Now you made eye contact, you thought you saw pain flash in those brown eyes of his but you couldn’t bother to care. 

“Wha-”

“I want you to get out. Leave. I don’t want to see you. Oh god, Jimin what the fuck? S-seriously, why..why did you do it? I-Is she better than me? Do you love her? Was it something that I-I..I did?” It was a heck of a way to start but you didn’t care at this point, not when tears were rolling down your cheeks faster than the speed of light. Jimin knew what you were talking about and instead of trying to create some lie, he stood there with regret sitting in his stomach for making you cry. 

You started hitting him, not really hard though because even after finding out what he did, you still loved him and that was the sickest part. You kept hitting him enough for him to take a couple steps back near the door. 

“Leave! I don’t ever want to see you again.” 

Jungkook: 

This was the last performance you would see before going abroad for a work convention, which you were speaking at. You were really happy to go and so was Jungkook, he was so proud of you and couldn’t wait to see you go and do great things. Though, it seemed a little odd at how quickly he wanted to see you leave. 

“Another song? You guys just did Fake Love.”

“I know baby, but now we have to do I’m Fine.” He huffed, obviously out of breathe. 

It was a couple of minutes before showtime and you couldn’t find Jungkook anywhere and they needed him to do last touch ups on his hair. You spot him near a vending cart on the phone, you closed in silently trying not to disturb his call and waited, except you didn’t know who he was talking to so you tried to listen in.

“Yeah, gone for one week I think. You know I missed you come on. Yeah, overnight is great…you know where the key is. Okay, I’ll see you after, love you.” 

“Who was that?” 

Shocked, Jungkook turned around and nearly went pale. He didn’t know what to say but he was sure you caught the drift of what he was doing. You took his phone and looked at the number, which was saved as ‘babe2′ and scoffed. You gave him back the phone harshly, you were on the verge of breaking. 

“So that’s why you couldn’t wait to see me go. I can’t believe you, this is disgusting. You disgust me.” You started backing away ready to leave with no notice but something made you stay a little longer to hear what he had to say. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this and I-”

“You’re right, I don’t deserve this. No one does so I hope you feel fucking good about yourself for breaking my trust and betraying my love for you. When I get back, I’ll pack my stuff…unless she wants to take that away from me as well.” 

You turned around and started walking towards the exit of backstage, you didn’t want Jungkook to see you cry, you didn’t want to give him that last win. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your wrist and spun you. 

“Y/n, please don’t leave me…I love you okay? I’ll break it off with her I swear. Just give me a second chance.” 

“Cheaters don’t deserve second chances.” 

*CREDITS TO THE GIF OWNERS THANKS*

Here’s the maknae line of caught cheating reaction. I almost wanted to write a full scenario with Taehyung because wow I was actually mad lol. ANyway, show some love and don’t by shy, send some requests. - Admin Kass

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Heartbreaker (1)

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The fact that Dean had his face hidden in the crook of your neck had your heart beating faster than you ever thought possible. You could feel his lips lightly gracing your skin as they quivered with every cry. You were shocked by his behavior, it was so unlike him. Something must have happened but you didn’t know how you could help him. You stood still with your hands hovering mid-air unsure if you should hug him or not when he suddenly wrapped his around you.

He held you tightly and only kept tightening his hold with every tear that slid down your shoulder. Finally, you realized this was no time to be worrying about your own feelings and held him just as tight. “What happened?”

“She-” he could only get a word out before his sorrow overwhelmed him and rendered him speechless once more.

“There, there, calm down first.” Your hands ran up and down his back simultaneously in an effort to comfort him. 

Several minutes passed and you were still at your front door holding Dean. When he finally pulled back allowing you a glimpse of his face your heart broke. He was an emotional mess.”You want to come inside?” 

He nodded.

You offered him some water but he refused to let go of you. He held your hand as you lead him to your couch. “Now can you tell me what’s wrong? I’m starting to worry you might be dying or something.” You smiled trying to lighten the mood but it didn’t seem to work.

Dean continued to look heartbroken.

“She cheated on me,” Dean sighed feeling lighter now that he had gotten the words out. 

“Huh?” you exhaled totally dumbfounded as to how anyone could cheat on Dean. He was Dean for crying out loud! His voice alone had women all over the world shaking. You figured it had to be a mistake.

You weren’t reacting the way Dean thought you would. “Y/N,” he called out your name.

“Are you sure?” 

He nodded, “I saw the texts-”

“You know texts can be misleading.” You interrupted him trying not to get your hopes up. You knew it was fucked up to be thinking that if he was free then you could take him. Especially when he was so hurt but you were only human. You had your flaws.

“I know that’s why I didn’t trust them and I asked her.”

“So the bitch-” you covered your mouth. “Sorry, so she didn’t deny it?”

“She didn’t have to, I saw them.”

“What?” your jaw dropped. Finally, you realized why Dean was so broken. He saw the woman he loves betraying him with his very own eyes. “Hyuk I’m so sorry,” you opened your arms for him.

Dean immediately leaned in and rested his head on your chest. 

“What did she say?”

“Nothing... the door was open slightly so I saw it and ran before she noticed.” Dean could still hear his girlfriends moans echoing in his head. “I can’t go back.”

“Don’t worry, you can stay here.” You kissed the top of his head not able to resist the urge, you just wanted to stop his pain. 

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the only friend I can talk to.” Dean was sure Zico would tell him, I told you so. He never liked his girlfriend and saw her as someone who would break his friend’s heart. “You know Jiho told me this would happen, he never liked her.”

“I know; to be honest I didn’t like her either,” you confessed. Many times you and Jiho would talk about her and how she had manipulated Dean into thinking she was a nice person. 

He looked up at you with a furrowed brow. “What, why?”

“Honestly I also thought she would do this to you.” Your words came out in a whisper afraid you might be digging into his wounds. “Sorry...”

Dean shook his head, you didn’t have a reason to apologize. He was just disappointed that he was the only one who couldn’t see it. He was blinded by love all this time. “It’s just- she’s my first love.”

Your heart broke. You bit your lip trying to suppress the anger and jealousy you felt everytime he confessed his love for that cheating bitch in the present tense rather than the past. Even though she had hurt him Dean was still in love with her.

He let go of you and sat up on his own, staring at the wall ahead. “I thought we would be together forever.” A fresh batch of tears seemed to pool in the corners of his eyes.

“Hyuk, please stop.” His heartbreak felt like your own. 

“Sorry... I just really love her.”

The hurt look of his eyes caused you to be bold. You held his face in your hands and began kissing his lips softly, at first you were afraid he would push you away that when you felt him respond you let yourself get carried away, letting your tongue slip between his lips. Your hands slid down his neck and onto his shoulders. 

Dean’s heart raced as he kissed you. It was so sudden but it felt too amazing to stop. His hands started to act on their own as they pulled you in until you were sitting on top of him straddling his lap. It all felt so natural that Dean almost forgot you were his friend until your lips left his. That’s when his half-lidded eyes met yours.

You could see he was confused as to what had just happened. “I don’t like seeing you get hurt; you deserve so much better than her,” you explained yourself. “Let me help you feel better.”

In that moment Dean had forgotten all about the pain. New emotions were taking over and he wanted to continue feeling them. His eyes landed on your neck, a spot where he suddenly felt an urge to kiss. He wasn’t looking at you as a friend anymore, not after that kiss. It was possibly the best kiss he had ever had. 

"Not again you two,” Zico covered his eyes as he walked in on you and Dean making out. “I get that you two love each other and I’m happy for you but keep it at home.”

You blushed feeling embarrassed that Zico had caught you. Dean, on the other hand, was smiling content with how things were. “Then I guess we’ll be going home now,” he took hold of your hand and walked you to the door. 

“Bye Jiho,” you giggled feeling like you were on cloud nine. Just a few weeks ago you were watching Dean quietly from the sidelines as a friend now you were his girlfriend. After that night you thought you would feel like a rebound. Even if you did bring it on yourself after inviting him in when he was broken. For the most part, you felt you had done nothing wrong but there were some moments where you wondered if you had done wrong.

As you got to Dean’s home you saw his ex-girlfriend standing at his door. She looked exhausted and angry at the same time. When she saw you clinging to his arm she thought nothing of it but the way Dean was smiling at you looked different than before. She could tell it wasn’t a friendly smile. 

Dean's hold on your hand loosened as he saw her. “What are you doing here?”, he asked in his usual soft sweet voice. He was concerned after he noticed the bags under her eyes. She looked like someone who was going through many sleepless nights.

“I came to give you this,” she took his hand and placed a beautiful gold necklace in it. 

When Dean realized what it was he tried giving it back. “You can keep it.”

She shook her head, “It doesn’t feel right to keep it. That’s an expensive piece of jewelry besides I can’t stop loving you if I have it.” Her eyes landed on you and you looked away feeling guilty. That’s exactly what she wanted. Her overall plan was to give him back the necklace so he would have something that reminded him of her.

Dean felt his heart drop at her words. Did she still love him? He looked over at you but you were still looking away. He didn’t know what to think of her words.

“I think I should let you two talk,” you excused yourself ready to turn around and go home but Dean stopped you. 

“Wait inside, I’ll be right there.”

Against your better judgment, you nodded and walked past his ex to go inside his house. 

She turned around to see your figure disappear behind the door. “Wasn’t she only a friend?”

“Yeah but now she’s more than that.” Dean smiled slightly, only a short time had passed but thanks to you he was no longer broken. You had fixed his broken heart and made it ten times stronger. 

"Did you cheat on me with her?” It was the mentality of a cheater; since they had done it they felt their partner could possibly be doing the same.

Dean shook his head, “I mean this in the most respectful way possible but I’m not like you. We were done the moment you cheated on me.” He put the necklace in his pocket, “I’ll keep it so you can forget about me now.”

“Have you forgotten about me?” she asked.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, “Soon I will.” He quickly walked inside and ran to hug you. 

You were startled, to say the least. His heart was racing after his interaction with the woman who broke his newly mended heart. He was so confused, he didn’t know what to do.

“Hyuk...”

When you called his name Dean could sense you were upset. He was afraid you had caught on to what he noticed. Despite your efforts, it seemed there was still a part of him that loved her. He didn’t want to feel this way, he smashed his lips against yours in an effort to get rid of the confusion. The kiss was full of passion and lust, there was no doubt you two had physical chemistry. Every time you kissed him Dean thought of nothing or no one but you. 

After the kiss, he held you tightly and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, I really do.” 

The way he said it sounded like he hadn’t completed his statement. Even though you were beyond happy with his confession there was a little voice inside your head that kept telling you this might be a rebound. It scared you to think that way. You knew how much Dean loved his ex and for him to just forget her like that... you knew it was impossible. If you wanted Dean to only love you then it would take time. “I love you too,” and you were willing to wait.

3 Years Later

You walked around the house doing several things at once. After putting in a new load of clothes into the washing machine you walked out into the living room where you sat folding laundry as you watched television. A knock suddenly came to your door but you were too entranced by the ending of your show to get up. “The door is open!” you shouted.

Zico came in shocked by your response. “Why do you keep your door unlocked?”

“I’m here so it’s fine.”

“Is Hyuk here?” he asked.

You finally looked away from the television. “I thought he was with you.” Dean had left hours ago saying he was going to meet up with Zico and Crush. “Maybe he’s with Hyoseob?”

“Ah, maybe” Zico began to worry knowing his friend wasn’t with Crush because he was just with him. He wondered where he could be. “So do you know when you two will be getting married?” Zico changed the subject so you wouldn’t start to worry.

“Not yet,” you shied away from the topic. Although you had been together for three years you still weren’t so sure about marrying Dean. “I already have an engagement ring, do I really need a wedding band?” you joked. When Dean proposed you were elated. You thought you could finally be happy with him forever. That was months ago, now you were put off by what you found in Dean’s drawer. “Jiho can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Would you ever keep an ex-girlfriend’s necklace?”

The question was so specific Zico knew you were asking because Dean probably had one. He sighed, “I wouldn’t but I don’t necessarily think it’s that bad.” Dean was his friend but so were you. Zico felt he was in a difficult position. 

Just then Dean came back, “What are you doing here Jiho?” He thought you two looked very close and the way you two became silent worried him. 

“I came to talk to you-”

“I thought you were going to see Jiho,” you interrupted him.

“I was but first I texted him and told him I had to stop by Illionaire.” 

Zico looked over at you realizing you were not buying it and neither was he. “Hyuk, can I talk to you outside?”

Dean followed Zico outside and immediately asked, “Are you and Y/N-”

“WHAT! Hyuk, stop!” Zico knew what he was insinuating. “First of all, you are my friend I would never do that. Second, tell me what’s going on. You are starting to act very strangely and Y/N is saying things that worry me.” 

“What did she tell you?”

“First tell me where you were.” The way Dean looked away made Zico think the worst. “Are you cheating on Y/N.”

“No!” Dean quickly denied. “I would never do that to Y/N, I love her.” He really did love you but there were things he couldn’t tell you.

“Then what’s going on?”

“Last week I ran into my ex and we started hanging out but only as friends,” Dean emphasized the last part not wanting Zico to get the wrong idea. He really didn’t do anything other than talk to her. 

Zico sighed, “you better stop.”

“Jiho she doesn’t have any friends.”

“There’s a reason for that. She’s a horrible person, I don’t like to talk badly about others but she was just a...” Zico didn’t want to finish his sentence. “You know.”

Dean was silent remembering how you had spoken of her as well. “She’s not that bad.”

“Listen Hyuk, don’t use me as an excuse from now on. I’m not going to ruin my friendship with Y/N to cover up your guilty pleasures.”

“You make it sound bad.”

“It is bad. You know what’s worse than physically cheating on the person you love?”

“What?”

“Emotional cheating.” Zico knew Dean was a very passionate and loving person. He would throw his all into music and let his emotions shine through what he did. That was also a bit of a weakness. He fell in and out of love too easily in Zico’s opinion. “I don’t want you to hurt Y/N.”

“I’m not going to hurt her.”

“You still love Y/N?”

“Yes!” Dean answered sternly. “We’re going to get married next year obviously we love each other.”

“I hope you do.” Zico thought back to earlier when he asked if you had picked a date. It was clear to him that you had your suspicions of Dean. He would hate for Dean to break your heart and go back to the woman who broke his.

Dean stared up at the plain ceiling in silence. He couldn’t sleep with the accumulating guilt you, on the other hand, you seemed so beautiful, so peaceful. Not once have you ever done anything to hurt him. You were always there for him, supporting him, cheering him on... he knew it wasn’t fair.

When you opened your eyes a smile graced your lips as you saw Dean hovering over you. “Hyuk what are you doing?”

Silence, Dean didn’t speak instead letting his hands do the work. Every time his fingers came in contact with your skin he felt the electricity between you and him. 

There was no doubt he loved you but for some reason, he was really happy every time he ran into her. He was scared to think he might still be in love with her.

He kissed you softly at first. He left light feathery kisses along your neck as well. Then he began getting rougher. He elongated the kisses, not giving you much of a chance to catch your breath. “I love you,” he panted as he rested his forehead against yours. His half-lidded eyes looked down at your bodies as they were pressed against each other.

“I love you too” you assured him.

The next day you were shocked when Dean came home after a day at the studio and broke up with you. You just couldn’t believe it. “What did you say?”

“I’m sorry” he apologized. This wasn’t an easy decision but he couldn’t keep going with the guilt that he felt. He knew he still had some feelings there for his ex-girlfriend. “I still love her.”

“I see,” at that moment you felt your heart shatter. You were heartbroken and you knew there was no fixing this. A tear ran down your cheek even though you tried your hardest to stay composed. 

Dean felt awful for hurting you. “Y/N I love you but-” he tried to hug you but you put your hand out to stop him.

“You’ve been in my position before Hyuk so you know the last thing I want to do right now is to see you let alone hug you.”

But he wanted to hug you so bad. It was all his fault you were feeling that unbearable pain in your chest. He knew you deserved better, you deserved to be loved whole-heartedly. 

Both of you stood in silence a good ten minutes before you finally shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “Can you leave? You obviously have somewhere to go, unlike me.”

He knew you meant his ex, scratch that, his new girlfriend.

“I’ll pack my stuff up and leave in the morning. You can come back in the afternoon.”

“Y/N you don’t have to rush.”

“I want to,” you walked past him to get to the bedroom. “Goodnight” was the last thing you told him before going inside and locking the door. That’s when you couldn’t hold it any longer and let your tears fall freely.

The following afternoon Dean came back to an empty house. Just like you had said, you were gone. 

“Baby, are you ignoring me?”

Dean looked over at his girlfriend who was holding up a magazine. “Which do you think would look better on me? My friends said I should get the red one but what do you think?”

“The red one is good,” he told her.

She sighed, “Why do you always just agree, that’s no fun.”

After the break-up, Dean hadn’t seen you in months. It was like you had disappeared. Even when he would hang out with Zico you were never there like before. He understood though, he knew you didn’t want to see the person who hurt you but he was worried. 

“What are you thinking about?” she asked as she saw how distracted Dean was.

“A friend of mine is sick, I’m just wondering what’s wrong with them.” Zico had told him you were hospitalized not too long ago. He didn’t know what it was except that it had something to do with high blood pressure. 

“Knock knock” Zico appeared in your room with flowers.

“Why don’t you try actually knocking next time, what if I were sleeping?” You pushed the buttons on your bed to get it to move so you were sitting upright.

Zico chuckled, “I would still come in. Last time I was here you did nothing but sleep.”

“If I’m asleep then you should go home.” You laughed knowing Zico preferred to see you with a smile on your face. It was hard enough for him to see you with all the tubes around you. “Stop,” you warned him as you caught him staring at your stomach. 

“I’m sorry I just can’t believe my friend is having a baby. You’re an adult now.”

“I’ve been an adult Jiho!” You got over your heartbreak quickly when you found out you were pregnant. You decided to forget about Dean and just think of your baby but it wasn’t easy when the baby was there thanks to him. 

As if your own emotional problems weren’t enough after 20 weeks of being pregnant you were diagnosed with gestational hypertension. You didn’t know what it was exactly but you knew it was bad. That’s why you had been hospitalized for a whole month. 

Jiho put the flowers aside and sat down beside you. “I just wanted to come and tell you that Hyoseob said he wanted to help out tomorrow.”

“I don’t know Jiho...” you had kept your pregnancy on the down low. Only Zico knew until now and to tell any other people would be risking getting the word out to Dean.

“He promised to keep quiet until you decide to tell him-”

“You told Hyoseob?!”

“He was annoying me!”

You knew how Crush could get. “Fine, he can help.” Tomorrow you were finally leaving the hospital so you were thankful for that. “My landlady is going to be surprised to see me return home pregnant.”

Zico laughed, “it is shocking.” 

After leaving the hospital Zico got a worrying call from Dean that made him race over to him. 

When Zico got to Dean’s home he found him on the floor a drunk mess. “What happened to you?”

“It happened again,” this time Dean didn’t cry instead he laughed. He had gone crazy thinking how he could be so stupid. “She cheated on me again with the same guy.” He offered Zico a drink but he refused.

“Hyuk-”

“Is this what they call Karma?” Dean asked. “I’m being punished for breaking Y/N’s heart.” He sighed thinking about you, wishing he could run to you like last time. This time he knew he couldn’t. There was no way you would be waiting for him with open arms. “I love Y/N Jiho, I’m not just saying that because this happened.” Dean started tearing up as he thought about you.

“I know,” Zico took the bottle away from Dean. “I know you love Y/N. You’re just too damn emotionally irresponsible.”

“I want to see Y/N.”

“I think she’ll come and see you soon.”

“Really?” Dean’s face lit up with hope. 

“Yeah so man up and this time let go of that bitch for good. Don’t let yourself get confused.” 

You sighed as you walked up to Dean’s door. You weren’t ready to see him but it was now or never and while you wanted to choose the later you knew Zico was right. 

“But you do know you have to tell Hyuk, right?”

You sighed, “I don’t want to.”

“Y/N you have to. I don’t  like thinking about it but the doctor said worst case scenario you could develop preeclampsia and die during labor. Then what will happen to your baby?”

It took all your strength but you finally knocked on the door. 

Immediately Dean rushed to it, “Y/N!” He couldn’t help but smile now that he had you in front of him. It took a moment but soon his smile dropped when he took it all in and saw you looked different than before. “You’re-”

“Pregnant, I know” you laughed awkwardly. It was what you did when you were nervous and uncomfortable. “I’ve been this way for the past twenty-three weeks and three days.” It was strange but somehow the anger you had felt before just wasn’t there. You took your engagement ring out of your front pocket, “I mostly came to give this back to you.”

“What?” Dean was still processing that you were pregnant. He didn’t know if he was allowed to say it but he was happy that you were pregnant. If he was ever going to be a father he would definitely want you to be the mother. 

“I don’t want her to see that I’m here so just take it please.”

“She isn’t, we broke up for good.”

“Still, I don’t want to be here longer than I have to.” You took his hand and put the ring in it. That’s when he held onto you. 

“Y/N don’t go.”

Your jaw dropped as his request took you by surprise.

“I love you.”

You shook your head not wanting to believe it. “No you don’t.”

“I do, I love you even more now that I  know you are pregnant. I never should have given her a second chance. She didn’t really love me but you did.”

“I did but not anymore.”

“That’s a lie.” He knew it because the way you loved him was the same way he loved you and after all this time he still couldn’t get over you. 

“Hyuk you broke my heart.”

“I know” he bit down on his lip. "And I want to be the one who fixes it.” He couldn’t take it any longer. He gently pulled you in and hugged you. “Please let me help you feel better.”

You laughed once more as tears slid down your cheeks and onto his shoulder. Your own words from years ago echoed in your mind. You hated how the roles had been reversed. You loved Dean, if it were simple you would kiss him in that moment but it wasn’t so simple because now it wasn’t just about you. Your decision would affect someone else as well.

-end-

A/N: Would you let him help you feel better? Let me know ^^  I swear I could have written a whole drama using this.

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[inunanna]

Cheaters

My contribution to @inuyasha-valentines!! I hope all of you had an amazing day full of happiness an love.

Summary:  Everyone in the office knew Kagome and Inuyasha were having a not-so-secret affair. They weren't EXACTLY wrong... (Not a cheating fic)

I was inspired to write this thanks to this post. It was so INUKAG that I just had to.

Already up on FF.net and AO3   :D

Before I start let me inform my lovely friends about this @kuddle-cakes @grapefruitwannabe @keichanz @vividxdreaming @purekagome @mustardyellowsunshine @stoatsandweasels @mmhinman @ryupioupiou @vixenfoxpaws @gypsin @meido-zangetsuha @little-known-artist @inukag-4ever @sakurasubinita  (and as always I know I forgot someone here ugh)

This is my gift for all of you! The amazing people that keep this fandom alive!!

Sango saw her work-friend walking towards the building they worked in. She could have been smiling and calling her to go inside with her, but this time it was not possible. Kagome, the cute, sweet, honest and decent woman that had been her desk mate and best friend from work for the last year was now walking beside him.  

Sango’s big chocolate eyes narrowed as she stared at him. He was not the drop-dead gorgeous type. Neither had he the best character or disposition—that she knew from experience. What did Kagome see in him to betray the man she had loved for more than a decade? A man that—before she met HIM—was the center of her life, along with their two sons.

Shaking her head, Sango saw them stop just before reaching the building’s door. After he whispered something into her ear and she giggled, he pulled her to the bush line until they were hidden by the myriad of green leaves. By the look on his face and the blush on her cheeks, Sango knew what they had been doing.

With a slow burning anger in the name of that great husband that Kagome used to talk about all the time before him, Sango kept walking, leaving them behind without a second look.

They caught up to her as she waited for the elevator. Sango could see them from the corner of her eye, standing way too close for regular coworkers, speaking in hushed tones and giving secret smiles... disgusting.

“Sango!” Kagome called her as she found the time to unwrap herself from her little cheating world.

Sango turned and nodded in acknowledgement, not even bothering with a fake smile. Kagome’s beaming smile faded a little as she tilted her head slightly in confusion and after blinking a couple of time she opened her lips to say something.

“Good thing I found you here! I want to formally introduce you...”

Sango sighed relieved as the elevator bell rang and its doors opened, giving her a believable excuse to avoid becoming an acquaintance of that man.

Interrupting her desk-mate’s words with a sober tone, “Sorry, Kagome. I’m running late,” Sango walked towards the open doors, not caring about the pair behind her.

“If she is running late, so are you. Go ahead.” She heard the man saying with his deep voice, in a much gentler tone than what she had heard from him before.

Sango turned around, already in her spot in the elevator to see Kagome peck his cheek before jogging in her direction. Rolling her eyes Sango reached for the button of their floor.

“Don’t forget about Valentine’s. We are ditching them for the night,” the man said with a lopsided smile and an intensity that in other circumstances Sango would have found attractive.

Kagome gave a soft laugh, and as the door closed she shouted, “But not all night! That would be mean!”

With an increasing rage Sango pulled out her phone and pretended to be engrossed in it as the elevator moved, exiting as soon as it was possible.

As she put distance between her and her shameless cheating and maybe-not-for-much-longer friend, Kagome looked at her thinking that maybe Sango was having a very difficult day. She had been having a mood for the last couple of weeks.

-_-_-_-_-

Miroku looked up from his desk as his friend approached their work station. Arching a brow mockingly as the other man almost skipped from joy in his steps.

“You’re looking happy, my friend”.

The other man schooled his features trying to cover that smile and failing miserably.

“Leave me alone, Miroku. I don’t want you to ruin my good mood with your contagious stupidity” he said with knitted brows.

“Alright, just tell me why the good mood?” Miroku asked with a smirk on his face that developed into a full smile when this time his friend blushed before turning his chair and skillfully keeping his face hidden as he spoke.

“Nothing, just that I finally know what to do for Valentine’s”

Resting his head on his hand and looking very amused, Miroku asked, “Yeah? Whachu doing tomorrow?”

Miroku was pleasantly surprised when instead of getting a ‘fuck off, Miroku’ as usual, his friend actually shared.

“I’m gonna try to get out of here a little earlier to buy some kind of romantic shit Kagome loves. Roses, chocolates, balloons, some kind of crap like that to surprise her and take her somewhere cheesy and have alone time there.”

Miroku’s smile disappeared as his friend shared his plans. It was just wrong... what they were doing was low and disgusting even for him. He knew Kagome from accounting, she was married and had children. Just like him. This affair thing they have was getting too serious, and even if he was not exactly a saint, his conscience was not calm knowing what his friend was doing. It was too shameless, and someone was bound to be hurt.

“...I wanted to book a hotel room, but she said she had promised to do something with the twins that night, so my plans are ruined. Damn runts.”

Miroku winced, it was that kind of thing that bothered him. The way his friend spoke about things that broke the vows he had made to his wife without a single ounce of regret, doubt or shame. He did it even with pride.

Ignoring the rest of the explanation he went back to the first days after he had met the guy. He had been a cranky and foul mouthed man that was remarkably good in what he did. A man that only lost his perpetual scowl when he talked about his wife, a wife that he didn’t see a lot because they used to work on opposite schedules, and even if they didn't see each other often they made their time count. And how happy he was to have landed that job to spend more time with her.

Miroku shrugged mentally. Maybe he had not said it with that many words, but he had understood nonetheless. A couple of weeks later he had met  Kagome and his small comments about how much he wanted to come home and see his wife had stopped to slowly be replaced with things like ‘why the fuck is work not done? Kagome is going home before I can see her’ or ‘I’m gonna have dinner with Kagome before going home’.

He had tried to stay away from the situation for the last couple of months, but this was enough. He would have to choose if he wanted his life with his loving wife and his friendship, or this affair, because he was not going to let his friend do something that would undoubtedly bring him pain in the long run.

Miroku cleared his throat trying to get his friend’s attention, but before he could say something  their coworker Kouga walked in gaining a low growl from his friend. Maybe I can tell him later, it  doesn‘t have to be right now, Miroku thought and after hearing them argue and THE vein appear in his friend’s neck, he added, maybe it doesn’t have to be today.

-_-_-_-_-

Inuyasha was waiting inside their car for his wife to walk out of the building. It had been a long and tiresome day.

First a security guard had given him the evil eye as he walked out of the green area, then that freaking amazon that Kagome had befriended—that apparently hated him—had given him the cold shoulder again. This time going as low as to be rude to Kagome to make him mad.

He had tried to be positive and use their plans for the next day as his reason to let the day go as fast as it could, then that stupid wolf had come along just to mess with him and asked about shipments he was expecting, but hadn’t bothered to notify them—the import/export department—about it.

But before the stupid wolf came to sour his day, Inuyasha had enough time to go all soft and mushy with Miroku. That had apparently spooked the guy, because he had not spoken much after that, and he was a chatter machine. The quiet work moments were the only good thing in this day—well that and his lunch with Kagome, he admitted to himself.

Lunch with Kagome was one of the best things he got from this job, besides working with almost the same schedule and going home before sunset almost every day. And they could even take one car to work once or twice a week.

It was a nice change. He may not get all mushy constantly like Kagome, but he did enjoy their time together. Without their children. It was not that he didn't love them or didn't want to spend time with them, but even after twelve years together he loved spending time with his wife.

Even if that made people around them jealous. Inuyasha let out a short growl. He was not going to hide the fact they were a couple. He didn't care that they had shitty lives, or that they didn't have their spouses as close as his was. It didn't matter if they gave them the evil eye when he beelined to Kagome as soon as he stepped into the cafeteria, or when she waited for him in the small waiting room of his floor. Fuck them—he thought just before she showed up, walking—almost jogging—to the car.

After entering the car and giving him a short peck, she put the seatbelt on and turned to him again as he turned the car on.

“I had the strangest conversation with Sango today,” she said frowning.

“What did she do now?” he asked with a disinterested look on his face, even if his ears were turned to her.

“Okay, so after she totally ignored you this morning...”

“I told you she hated me,” he interrupted her and turned his face in her direction, quickly enough to give her a know-it-all face before looking back at the road.

“I don't like you either, when you interrupt me,” she said with a annoyed voice before going into serious mode again “but yeah, she doesn't like you. Anyways....” Kagome put one hand on his thigh before continuing, and even if he loved it when she touched him, this particular gesture meant she wanted him to keep quiet and listen to her story.

“...after she totally ignored me almost all morning, just before lunch time, she finally looks at me and says, ‘You should be more careful about what you do with him, at least when you're at work’.”

Inuyasha bit back his chuckle as Kagome's voice went lower imitating her friend.

“So I suspect I had my WTH face...”

Inuyasha chuckled this time “You can say ‘what the fuck’ when we are alone in the car, Kagome.”

His wife slapped his thigh softly and gave him a bored look, “I know genius, I just don't like it. But shush and let me finish, okay?”

She didn't say anything else until her husband nodded and agreed “Alright I'll shut my damned mouth.”

“Ookaay” she stretched the word, “I didn’t really get why she was saying all that because even if we are not exactly discreet about it, we haven't done anything improper at work.”

“Yet...” Inuyasha whispered wiggling his eyebrows, and that earned another slap and a grumpy look with her blush face, “Alright, alright. I’ll shut up”.

“I told her we will be careful at work.” Kagome shook her head. “I don't know why, but that seemed to get her even angrier and she didn't speak to me again. We were busy after that, but I could tell she was ignoring me.”

She sounded upset about the whole thing and Inuyasha couldn't even fathom a reason why that crazy amazon woman could be mad at his sweet Kagome.

“Maybe she has issues with happy couples”, was all the insight he could provide about the workings of the female mind.

“I dunno, but I'll ask her tomorrow.”

Inuyasha nodded as they parked in front of Kagome’s mom’s house, and even before walking out of the car the heads of their twins were peeking through the window, waving at them.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was Valentine’s day and Kagome had soon realized her husband was behaving strangely. He was either too quiet, even for him, or snappy. And that meant one of two things, he had forgotten about today—which was unlikely because yesterday he had reminded her about today's plans— or he had gone out of his way and had a surprise for her and was nervous about how she was going to take it. Kagome was pretty sure it was the latter.

That morning they had not crossed paths with Sango on their way in and Kagome was glad. Another clash between those two when he was that nervous was good for no one.

After leaving him at the entrance, close to her elevator before he walked to the side of the building that had the elevator with access to his office, he had walked away grumpily grumbling about stupid made-up holidays. Kagome smiled as his almost twitching back, knowing today was going to be fun. She couldn't wait to see him again.

That is how Kagura found her, staring at him with longing written all over her face.

“Problems in paradise?” the tall woman asked with her usual tone that always confused Kagome because she couldn't pinpoint if she was being attentive or sarcastic. Being Valentine’s day and not wanting to ruin her own mood, Kagome chose to be positive.

“Not really. He always gets this way when he is trying to hide something,” her smile was almost genuine.

Kagura raised a brow “Then he must be in a bad mood constantly... being with you and all”.

Kagome blinked a couple of times confused by the question. “Ahh, well. I hope not, he doesn't have it in him to hide or lie. He’s mostly doing it for me.”

The other woman let out a soft chuckle before starting to walk away. “I'm impressed...” was all she said before turning around, fanning her long hair on Kagome’s face as she retreated.

“What a weird woman,” Kagome mumbled and heard Kagura chuckle again.

“I’m not the only one, darling,” She said without turning and Kagome blushed embarrassed. She had forgotten about her abilities, damn it.

The embarrassment was still there when she found her way to her work station, beside the very quiet Sango.

“Good morning, Sango” She chirped, trying to stay positive again.

Her friend only nodded without even looking up. Kagome mentally shrugged and started to work. Maybe the other woman would talk to her after her anger subsided, for whatever reasons Sango was mad about.

It was lunch time and Kagome was pleasantly surprised to find Inuyasha waiting for her outside her department’s door pacing. His ears found her before he had the time to announce her presence and he rushed to her.

“Kagome, I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to have lunch with you today...” His golden eyes looking everywhere but her face.

Hiding her smile she tried to use a slightly sad voice, “Ouhh, I have been waiting for lunchtime so I could see you, but don’t worry, we can have lunch together tomorrow.” She offered a small smile before tilting her head with curiosity. “But what happened?”

Inuyasha shifted uncomfortable in his place, almost squirming under her innocent eyes.

“I-I need to do some errands...nothing important, something for the twins,” He added when Kagome frowned, trying to think about what kind of errands he had to do. “I don’t need your nosy presence in all of my business, you know?”

His defiant stand lost its strength when Kagome’s expression didn’t change, and she kept staring at him like he was a puzzle she was trying to solve.

“Alright...” She stretched the word, loving how he looked increasingly uncomfortable—and cute, Kagome had to admit.

“I-I’ll walk you to the cafeteria,” Inuyasha offered as he scratched his head nervously.

Kagome nodded and hooked her arm around his, letting him guide her; enjoying it to the fullest as it was something neither of them got the chance to do often. Their departments were on different floors and the cafeteria was right between them, so the usual arrangement was to meet at the their table.

As they took the elevator, it slowly filled with people from different departments. Some of them were acquaintances, some of them were not, but most of them gave them reprimanding looks before turning and showing them their backs with something close to a theatrical gesture.

After the third and fourth person did something along those lines Inuyasha started to glare at them. By the time the sixth person did the routine he had growled out.

“What? Have something to say?”

By the way his upper lip twitched, Kagome knew he was trying not to snarl. Her free hand darted to his chest in a calming manner. Not one of the people present dared to answer the question and as soon as the doors opened, everyone hurried outside.

“I’m getting tired of their judgemental looks,” he whispered with a long low growl.

Kagome’s eyes warmed as she stroked his chest. “Just give them time” she gave him a small smile. “Maybe the attitude is because of something else, not because of our relationship.”

He gave a rumbling sigh before turning and saying goodbye to her with a serious look on his face. As he waited for the doors to close Kagome put her hands around her lips and shouted.

“Do that thing for your family and come back quick for me!”

Inuyasha smirked and nodded. That was enough for her, making a fool of herself in front of her coworkers if he could feel better. The dirty looks were not important, she barely noticed them anymore by the time she finished buying her food, and it didn't exist in her mind any longer as she emptied her tray.

She was too busy thinking about what these mysterious errands could be that he had to do during their lunch break.

When she came back to her office Sango was already there again, and as she had been doing recently, not a word or acknowledgement came from her. It was tough, losing a friend slowly as the desire of the other person to be close disappeared. What were you supposed to do? Nag them to answer you? Ask things multiple times to see if that earned a reply?

It was almost time to go home, just half an hour more and she would have the afternoon to spend with Inuyasha and later with their kids, but that little prick of sadness was still there.

Kagome did not understand how a friendship of almost a year could be destroyed like that, without knowing the reason why. Because there was no doubt anymore, Sango had a problem with her, she behaved normally with everyone except her deskmate. It couldn't be because she had a relationship with a half youkai, right? She was not one of those purist that thought species should not mingle that way, right?

A soft knock from the door and the mention of her name made her look up. It was a delivery man with something that looked like a bouquet. One of her coworkers called her name and she promptly run there, with a big smile on her face.

“So this was the errand.”  She thought as the man checked her name and made her sign the receipt.

The bouquet was beautiful, and very Inuyasha-like. It had a few flowers, red, yellow and blue as she liked them, and twice as much candy and chocolates than flowers.

Kagome giggled as she walked back to her work station. He was planning on enjoying this bouquet with her.

When she placed it on her desk, she realized the base was not part of the arrangement, it had been glued to it. Kagome felt giddy as she opened the package; not only because it was a present, but because Inuyasha was not a person to usually give physical stuff, he preferred to show how important something was for him through his actions—and he was very good at that. So everytime he went out of his way to think about something to give to her, it was something that he had thought out thoroughly.

She gasped when she found a small card tucked in the bouquet. It has always fascinated her how suck a brash man had such a elegant and stylized handwriting. And it meant a lot to her that he had written something because, in his own words “I fuck things up when I talk, I don’t like to give you permanent evidence of my stupid words”.

Her smile became wider as she read the note:

Kagome, I know you love these kind of sappy things.

Even if I’m not very fond of those shi things I liked this gift.

You’re always nagging me about taking a picture so you can see us all day.

So that you will miss us a little less.

So here it is. I hope you like it.

There is a blank space, not because I forgot, but because I know you want one with all of us together.

You know what I feel, just like I do too.

YOUR HUSBAND.

Kagome laughed as she reread the note. It was the kind of sweet thing he would do, saying all sort of endearing things in his own special way. He absolutely loathed taking pictures—of himself or anyone else—which was the reason why she didn’t have pictures on her desk. She could almost see him trying to say everything carefully so she wouldn’t misunderstand. His brows knitted together, probably THE vein making an appearance as the the the note progressed and he disliked the outcome. His blush starting as a light dusting across his nose and cheeks and ending up covering his entire face and neck. His ears flicking one at a time. In one word, cute.

The package was in her hands ready to be opened, when the sound of several malfunctioning chair’s wheels scratching against the floor drew her attention. Raising her eyes, she found Sango’s accusing glare. Kagome was really tired of that stare, and killing her good mood—again—was something she was not going to let it happen.

Before her friend could say whatever she was planning, Kagome beat her to it with a dry and exasperated tone

“I have to ask, what is your problem?” Even Kagome could hear the hidden ‘the fuck’ between ‘what’ and ‘is’. Inuyasha would have been proud of her in that moment, she was sure.

The dignified look on Sango’s face was replaced by one of confusion, and after an elegant scoff she answered, “MY problem? You are seriously asking what MY problem is, Kagome?”

Kagome only nodded.

“MY problem is that I don't recognize you anymore...” Sango let out a long sigh “I've known you for more than a year and I've always thought of you as an honest person, but now I can’t reconcile that with what I’m seeing.” Sango started to get visibly upset, talking faster with each word and even if her volume didn’t go up, her pitch did. “You were not one to speak of yourself too much, but you never held back talking about how much you loved your husband, and your kids. And now! Now you! You spend all your time with him!” When she didn’t see any reaction from Kagome, she suddenly whispered, “Inuyasha...”

“What?” Was the only thing Kagome could utter after the overly emotional and incredibly confusing speech.

“I am worried seeing you wreck your marriage on a whim!”

Kagome left her package on her lap and raised her hands, “W-w-wait, tell me how exactly am I wrecking my marriage by spending time with him?”

Sango huffed exasperated “You need to think about your husband! About everything you got at home!” She pointed at the bouquet and the note on her desk. “Look at what you could lose!”

After a few blinks and a blank stare, the corners of her lips started to twitch upward, and even the cold stare from the person before her couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of her.

“Wait...” she said between chuckles, “you think I’m cheating ON my husband WITH Inuyasha?”

Sango deadpanned at her. “Yeah...”

When Kagome saw the worry that Sango had on her face, she quietly opened the package on her lap and stared at the photoset. It had a picture of Inuyasha, a not a very skilled selfie but adorable nonetheless. Beside him was a picture of the twins, another selfie with the children sitting on their couch, both of them holding the camera and with the cutest focused expression on their little faces, their ears up and alert and their little tongues peeking out, just like their father did. The last picture was of the three of them, with Inuyasha in the center and one kid under each arm. Just like he said in the note, there was a space without a picture, it was actually the biggest one.

Without saying a thing she handed the frame to Sango, whose face reflected the struggle to put everything together. Trying to help, Kagome offered a “My husband sent me that gift.”

After a couple of moments Sango nodded, handed back the frame, and along with an almost-glowing blushed and contrite face she squeaked an “understood” before she went back to her desk on her scratching chair.

As she walked to the door Kagome said to herself, “This is a really good work story.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Stop squirming,” Miroku said from his desk with his eyes on his coworker, “Time will not go faster the louder you growl to the clock.”

Inuyasha moved his eyes away from the clock just enough to glare at the other man saying, “Fuck off, Miroku”, expecting to see a mocking smirk, but instead a frown and something a little too soft, yet close to a scowl.

Inuyasha raised his chin in Miroku’s direction “What’s with you? No Valentine’s for today?”

Miroku huffed “I have one. And I’m her only date so that’s better than yours, isn’t it?”

There was something in the man’s tone that bothered the hanyou. He was not very good at decoding hidden intentions but he had caught one there, and that had to mean Miroku was exaggerating for him to understand.

“Stop fucking around. I’m not gonna lose my time with you when I can go pick up Kagome.”

The other man’s hand pointed at Inuyasha accusingly, “That is exactly what I meant.” He stood up and walked towards his coworker’s desk before continued “I cannot understand why you are losing your time with someone who has someone else. I know she is really cute, and sexy, and you cannot stop yourself from having a few ideas about her, but I didn’t think you were one of the sharing kind”.

The next things happened too fast for the human to be able to defend himself or even move. One moment he was sitting on the corner of Inuyasha’s desk with the hanyou looking at him with a tilted head in confusion, and the next he was pinned against the wall by the neck with the snarling face of his friend close enough to hear and feel each breath he took, along with the rumbling growl that escaped each time he breathed.

“Don’t. You. Ever. Talk. About. Her. Like. That. Again.”  Inuyasha didn’t blink as he warned Miroku.

Being as smart as he was, the other man didn’t say a word and only raised his hand in surrender as the taller man released him and walked back to his chair without a word.

Only after Inuyasha was comfortably sitting in his chair and far away from his neck he continued, “Sorry...but if you want to keep doing that you should at least be more discreet, my friend. No need to broadcast your relationship. Be respectful.”

Inuyasha did one of those sudden move-then-stop things that always creeped Miroku out before saying, “Fuck that! I won’t hide my wife just because you don’t like it!”.

Miroku had raised one hand when the other man began talking. “But you just—w-wait, what?”

“I don’t care if your eyes burn when you see us, I won’t hide my relationship with her”.

Miroku was baffled. It was a given that Inuyasha was not a gifted speaker, and some times what he said made no sense. He was used to that, but he had said twice that Kagome was his wife.

“I didn’t know she was your wife...” he whispered more to himself than anything else, but either way Inuyasha answered.

“Duh, what else could she be?” After he said it, a tense silence stretched between them “Wait... you thought she was—”

“Your mistress,” Miroku offered when the half demon struggled to find a word that wasn’t offensive to refer to her, even if it was in a hypothetical way.

“What the fuck, Miroku?” Was the last thing Inuyasha said before Miroku rushed to explain his reasoning.

“Hey! You never speak about yourself! I had to piece things together. And first you talked about your wife and your kids, IT TOOK ME ALMOST A MONTH TO KNOW YOU HAVE TWINS!” He shouted before taking air again and continue “And after I saw you and Kagome eating at the cafeteria you never talked about your wife anymore, and you didn’t introduce me to her! So-so I just assumed that you...”

“Were having an affair with a married woman...” This time Inuyasha finished the sentence.

Miroku was the one squirming now. “I talked about my wife because I thought you didn’t know her. I don’t talk about my life, because it’s nobody’s fucking business AND didn’t introduce Kagome that time because you said you knew her...”

By the time Inuyasha finished, the clock signaled the end of his work day and without looking back he took his jacket and walked outside.

When a “sorry” reached his ears Inuyasha only raised his hand and kept walking. “Stupid moron” he said to himself.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Kagome reached the entrance of the building first, hugging her gifts. It didn’t take long for Inuyasha to find her and her beaming smile.

He opened his lips to ask about the presents when Kagome blurted, “I loved them! Thank you!”

The frown and the bad taste that the conversation with Miroku had left disappeared as the relief of having done something good replaced them. “Good” he said with a smirk as they walked to their car.

As soon as the car’s doors were closed they turned to each other and both said at the same time, "Guess what someone said to me today.”

The end.

Thank you for reading you beautiful people!!!

#inukag #inuyasha #kagome #fanfiction #InunannaFanfiction #happy valentine's day!!! #Thank you to allmy amazing friends that helped me to make things readable :D #I know the awesomest people #im so happy to be in this fandom! #inunanna #inuyasha-valentines

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I have a palace of course and my children are in it

And so one of my daughters got in a fight with her soul mate that has been dead.

And so grandpa had to come down and stop her from beating him to death and he said the point isn't to fight. If you can't get along then what should you do according to Your mom?

"KICK HIS ASS OUT!!!!" so she did. And he just slept under her window with only a sheet. Like a ghost that she gave him.

So in the next day she didn't know for sure where he slept but she text him and said he should be in the house next to her not off galavanting through the streets.

So she marches down to the door and tells him "IN MY ROOM!!! NOW. LETS HAVE SEX"

And she just yells like a drill sergeant "WE ARE GETTING ALONG. JUST DO WHAT I SAY"

I been through that phase, too.

It feels good though. It does.

"I SAY WHAT I WANT!! YOU DON'T"

"YOU SAY YES MA'AM THATS IT. DONT TELL ME THANK YOU WHEN I TELL YOU THAT"

Seriously my kids are JUST like me.

But they all received letters from my dad explaining what went wrong.

The stupid idiot who had the idea to create a new solar system -- but only for evil reasons. Made up a prophesy that was supposed to be done.

It was very hurtful and betraying to us. I don't know why they did it. It doesn't make sense.

The idiot ass hole made up 90% of them.

And so what he did was to suit him i think it was quite clear. Make us hate our soulmates So he would have a chance to take over the planet. As per usual.

So my girls are crazy hurt mad.

Y'all saw a taste of my problems but i hid most of my pain and troubles and the truth of what was going on. I did explain a bit eventually but...

So trust in our men is damaged to the point of only tolerating because we are supposed to. In most cases.

And so what we should be doing to that idiot is what we take out on our men -- the anger and hate.

At the same time they should known better So how can we trust them in the future????

That's a super huge issue. Super huge.

Im like don't even fucking breathe in another direction that I can't see or don't have an idea of what is being done over in.

Although none of them cheated on us we act like they fucked every man,woman and donkey from this universe to the first to the last.

That is how,betrayed we are.

So, that is,when we have to step back and,remember when we needed hugs we got them. When we needed help or explanations on other topics we got it.

Most of my girls haven't fought. I have fought and fought and fought him every day if i felt like it.

I mean i have wanted to kill him. Every one, grandpa and my parents thought i was fucking insane

Until they saw my daughters. Then now they realize I've been correct this entire time.

So i really hope it changes things. Because we super need help on this planet and them listening to the enemy is going to kill us all.

And that is what they have been doing.

So. I mean we have a Tree of Knowledge so hello.

They shouldn't been abusing us.

And they can't say they didn't know. That was a big thing for me.

But I've had to tolerate it. I've had no choice.

So stepping back and knowing they were there in SOME ways perfectly helps a lot.

But my yelling daughter is right... Stabbing him may be isn't the right thing to do

But retraining them is.

That is what we have to do. They listen to no one but their women. For ever. No one else.

Listening to someone else i would always say "you're asking your employees about us? You want me to fuck them, too? They don't need to be in our relationship"

I mean I'm giving advice but i come from a particular place of Knowledge and experience.

And I'm encouraging the eventual fucking and not not encouraging it Like some others I knew were.

Support not destroy.

So like i said it takes time. A lot of time.

So romance and a man standing up strong not ceyonf and saying i love you.

Tossing us into the bed asking us if we can fuck -- we will say something rude or mean or teasing that is intimidating but we will say yeah to our soulmates.

Or we may say "no you're a piece of shit. I want food" and have a list of exactly what we want to eat and how it's to be prepared.

Then y9u can't throw us cause we will be bloated. We want slow gentle love making.

There's so many rules and it wouldn't be that way had they not listened to an ass hole and done exactly what he said.

Like there's No two ways about it. You do it wrong and we're gonna be angry, hurt, upset and were gonna say "you don't love me because you didn't do it right"

Especially those that haven't fought.

Or shown anger.

It took years before i started blowing up. I kept it in. I thought he knew so why tell him

Then it,was More and more and more and more

All lies.

Whatever they were trying to do it ended up being all lies.

So no more and listen exactly and precisely.

And put up with our anger or rude remarks.

One day they will stop. Like the boys did.

All my girls are honest and so they may milk it up but we're thinking kids and and All that

How you gonna raise one after how you treated us?

Lied and all.

We have big big issues that go far beyond today.

Sometimes we just have to get through the minute. Sometimes the day is too long to think about.

Just like when we were being lied to and knew we had to deal with it... So we have to learn how to be happy

By minute by slow minute.

It is difficult and that is what the enemy wanted

But we're gonna take our time. Remember who was there for us when we needed it

The boys will explain how they fucked up and how they will fix it in the future. What they learned.

My yelling daughter is giving her man a day.

She wants him to be thoughtful and honest. Like a man. Own up to what he did wrong and why.

1. Own up to what he did wrong. Because he did it.

2. Why does he know it's wrong now?

3. What is the story as to why he did it what the enemy said to do and why

4. But why he won't let the enemy stand in his way

5. And how he can for sure foil the enemy because the plan is flawed from the enemy.

So they can write it.

Also this helps for "cheaters" and other people that have issues in their relationships.

People whom were previously married to others. The enemy would be other potential people he would marry or had. What does he understand about other women now as compared to a soulmate?

So my mom will edit/update and put alternative questions.

Someone POISIONED my cigar with the cancer as i knew would happen and i don't feel so great to write.

[del-co-mrade-blog]

I’m sure at some point I’ll try to morph this blog into something with a theme - maybe communism/activism, maybe aesthetics, I don’t know. Right now I kind of need an outlet, so I guess that’s what it’ll be. I only have two followers, and one of them is my boyfriend, so I guess you two can enjoy the ramblings I’m gonna post here for a while. This tumblr was made because I wasn’t allowed to have one, so I guess I’ll run with the theme of doing things I didn’t think I could do, and actually try to process and be open about my feelings without bombarding one person with them. So, if you’re here for some reason, I guess read on. 

If you’ve made it this far, hi. 

I don’t know what I’m gonna write about in the future but since this is my first post I guess I’ll just go for what’s on my mind.

I’m really sad rn. A bit ago I reconnected with an old friend. Things didn’t end well between us in the past, due to my past relationship and drama in that friend group, but since I’ve grown and some time had passed, we ended up getting along a lot better than I had originally expected. We reconnected to talk about my ex, who was her friend, and who was a really shitty, abusive person, from whom I have plenty of mental and emotional scars (I’m sure I’ll go on about him sometime in the future). We talked about him, and she seemed to agree that he was toxic, and we ended up talking about a lot of other things, and eventually having semi-consistent contact via snapchat/other social media. 

That was so great. I felt like I finally had the friend that I felt I never quite had back in the day, since I think we were both in different places in our lives, and I for one wasn’t able to be honest or genuine with anyone at that point. I had always heard about what an amazing friend she was, especially from my boyfriend, so it was really nice to experience what he was talking about, and be able to connect with someone in the way that we did. 

Fun shit, though, her boyfriend of many years hates me. Not to get into that too much at this point, but there is a mutual disdain between us due to things that happened following my breakup with my ex and the beginning of my relationship with my new boyfriend. He resents me (supposedly) for being shitty to my ex (lmao), ripping my current boyfriend out of his life (which my bf doesn’t regret sooo), and I guess just generally being .... idek to be honest haha. I’m not a huge fan of him for being a horrible friend to me and pretty much anyone else I’ve ever witnessed him be friends with, in my opinion a bad boyfriend, and p much the opposite of someone I’d want to have anything to do with at this point in my life. Oh yeah and sexual assault, but that’s nothing compared to what my ex did I guess. 

Side note, I wanna point out a little lesser known irony. While in a relationship with my ex, I was dead inside to the point of intense suicidal ideation. I was extremely depressed and had endured so much abuse on so many levels, I didn’t know how to get out or what to do. One aspect of our relationship is he had spend over a year convincing me to be okay with “polyamory” (aka he wanted to fuck multiple “flavors” (races) of women while dating me). Eventually, with his knowledge, I started a relationship with a mutual friend (my current bf), which began 3 months of confusion wherein I fell in love with one guy while realizing how horrible my past relationship had been. There was a lot of back and forth, since I was scared of leaving the relationship I had been stuck in for so long, but eventually I left and am now dating my wonderful boyfriend. Here’s where the irony comes in. Both my ex and my friend’s ex (from above) resented me for what happened. Thought I was a cheater, a bad girlfriend, whatever. Here’s the tea. 

My friend’s bf actively pursued me without my ex bf’s permission for a bit. Even while sitting in the same room, he made me feel him up and kissed my neck - not even 6 inches from my bf at the time. When my bf would step out of the room, my friend’s bf came over and tried to kiss me - when I dodged, he turned the lights out and tried again. He liked being physical with me - said it was bc he was on a break with his gf and wanted to touch someone - but did all of that behind my ex’s back. Same ex he was pissed that I “cheated on”, even though that situation was with his permission and much more above ground. It was about a week or so later he sexually assaulted me, jumped on me shirtless and shoved his tongue down my throat after cornering me in the basement alone. (My bf’s takeaway of all of this, after telling him I was kissed and touched against my will? “I wish he would have asked my permission first”.)

Tea #2: After breaking up with my ex, I tried to stay friends with him because I hated myself so much for “hurting him” (no regrets now, tho). I was so apologetic and just wanted him to forgive me, so I was quite a yes man for a while and didn’t want to cause any more waves in our friend group (that didn’t go so well tho haha). To jump to the chase, about 2 or so months after we broke up, he started telling me about who he was interested in. LO AND BEHOLD, it’s this same friend that I just reconnected with, whose bf sexually assaulted me. He talked about how he wanted them to break up, how he thought about her sexually all the time, how he had fantasies about fucking her in an elementary school (how didn’t i see he was a pedo at that point?), all kinds of stuff. He was trying to find out shit about their relationship in the hopes that they’d break up and he could date her. Told me about how he was talking to her at night and trying to find out her kinks and prove to her that he had the same ones so maybe she’d like him. All kind of shit. In retrospect, maybe I should have said something. Ironic that he was actually trying to do what people claimed had happened between the three of us during the breakup. 

The summary of this is: my friend’s bf always had a problem with me since the breakup since I was a “cheater”, and my bf “stole me away” or something. Meanwhile, he was doing the same thing behind my ex boyfriend’s back about 9 months before, AND my ex was doing the SAME THING to him the fuckin second he was single. They’re both shitty, inconsistent people, and I will never have a single good thing to say about either til the day I die.

Getting back on track. My friend’s bf hates me, and since he found out we were talking again, he apparently had a big problem with that. I don’t know many details, but apparently he was v upset with her about it and felt like she was betraying him (I won’t even begin with the levels of irony here). The two of us kept talking for a while, but I knew it bothered her that she was being dishonest with him. One night recently she opened up to me about something going on in their relationship that involved her bf secretly texting his ex behind her back, and one thing led to another and he managed to blame it on her talking to me (fuckin snake). As I have been since we started talking again, I wanted to be supportive of her, and I stand by that because she deserves to know what healthy respect and boundaries look like from someone, but it led to her deciding that she wanted to try to make it work with him, and that we shouldn’t talk anymore.

That’s been it for the most part since then. I’ve checked her social media a few times since (even though we had to disconnect on p much everything) and I’ve refrained from liking any of her posts, even though I’ve wished I could. It sucks because I can tell she’s going through some shit still, or at least was as of a bit ago, but I can’t ask if she’s okay, reach out to her, be a support system - be a fucking friend.

And this is what led me to start typing here as an outlet. We had a tiny bit of contact today, which I felt and feel guilty about since I really don’t want to stress her out or get her into any trouble. I was just reading an article about abusive relationships and “trauma bonding”, which is something that happens in an abuse victim’s brain that makes staying in their abusive relationship almost addicting, making it very hard to leave or see the situation clearly. I read it and very closely identified it, but also read it and saw a lot of things that made me worried for my friend. See, I know her boyfriend. We were friends for a while and I watched him be shitty to other people, and shitty to me, and honestly shitty to her for a long time. He’s not a good person. He reminds me so much of my ex it makes me sick, and especially makes me sick to know that she’s in that relationship and doesn’t feel like she can/should leave. Everyone has known it since high school - she’s better than she thinks, and deserves more. He has never treated her right for longer than it takes to get back into a relationship with her. That’s not to say there aren’t good things he does - all abusers give you something to hold onto so you can rationalize staying. I’m sure he does, my ex did, all shitty boyfriend and abusers do. I read that article and got really sad and really scared for her.

She told me that she doesn’t know how much she’ll let him hurt her. I have the same fear. I let my ex hurt me for so long, and would have let him do it to this day if my current boyfriend hadn’t gotten involved. I know she wants to make it work, but what I don’t think she understands, and I didn’t want to tell her out of respect, and it’s not her problem. 

There is nothing she can do, or should do, to make it work. All she can do is push down how she feels and make excuses in order to maintain an unhealthy relationship. She idealizes who he was in the past, yet admits he wasn’t good to people in the past. She says he wants to get better, yet all I’ve ever heard is that he apologizes and repeats the patterns. She says he is sorry for the things he’s done and wants to make them right, but I know several people he has wronged, and never seen him do anything to make it up to them. He says what he needs to say, and since he’s good at being manipulative, it works. And I don’t blame her. I don’t think she’s stupid. I don’t think a single negative thing of her. I was there, I know how it is. They’re really fucking convincing and can make even the worst things seem okay, turn anything into your fault, or take the blame and yet avoid blame altogether. 

I don’t know what to do. I can’t sit here and watch someone go through what I did. In retrospect I would have wanted someone to get me out, even if it hurt (in fact, my bf did, and I will be forever grateful). I want to help her live her life in a way I bet she doesn’t think is possible. Live truthfully. Surround herself with supportive people. Find someone who truly truly loves her and respects her. Have total control of her body and mind. Be fucking truly happy for more than hours or days at a time. SHE CAN DO IT. I fucking know she can. If she believes that she’s worth it and she wants what’s best for herself, she’ll leave. I wouldn’t say it to her before, but I spend a lot of time studying abusive relationships both because of my past and because of my field of study. She isn’t in a healthy relationship. He’s not good for her. It’s never going to get better. It’s not her fault.

So many people care about her and will be there for her (hopefully) when she decides to leave him. We will all support her and help her be her best self. She won’t be lonely, there’s always someone to talk to, usually someone to hang out with. 

God I wish things weren’t how they were. I want to respect her boundaries, but equally I want to help her get through this and be in a better place.

What the fuck do I do.

#p

[mourrning-starr]

Do you wear a ring on your finger? I don’t wear the “ultimate” ring on my finger, but I do wear rings sometimes.

What are you doing? This and watching Once Upon a Time.

Do you like the song ‘I Kissed A Girl’ by Katy Perry? I was into it when I was a senior in high school for like three months. I think I was introduced to it by a friend.

Do you listen to your friends’ advice when they give it to you? If I’m seeking the advice and if it’s wanted. My friends know me well enough to not just give me advice all willy nilly.

What’s the last kind of soup you ate? Whewww. I think it’s been a while. Maybe it was that veggie soup.

Do you currently have a sunburn? Nope. I don’t usually sunburn though.

Could you eat nothing but grilled cheese for a week straight? Hah! No! I’m lactose intolerant, yo.

What are you listening to right now? The dramatic theme music of Once Upon a Time.

Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? A septum piercing, yeah.

Can you trust most people? I know I can trust a person easily, but I’m always on alert about it.

Has anyone hurt or betrayed you recently? Yeah.

Is your last ex still someone you care about? Of course.

Do you still have feelings for your ex? Ask me in a few months.

Are you someone’s best friend? I’m pretty sure I’m my brother’s best friend. I better fucking be.

Biggest annoyance in your life right now? This job search.

Have you spoken to your mother today? Yeeeeep.

Do you have any tattoo/ piercings? No piercings, but three tattoos.

Latest you stayed up in the past week? Around the 3am realm.

Be honest, do you miss anyone? Of course.

Anything bothering you at the moment? There’s a lot going in and out of my head. So, I guess you can say something is bothering me.

What are your plans for tonight? Game. Of. Thrones.

Will tomorrow be better than today? Each day has the potential to be better than today and worse. Soooo! Who knows?

Are you the youngest person living in your house? Most certainly am. Even the dog is older than me ;)

How was last night? It could have been better and it could have been worse. It was good. I got a good amount of sleep.

Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now? I don’t know. I can’t think about stuff like that right now.

Do you ever think “what if” about anything? Yeah, but I handle it differently than I used to.

Where is your phone right now? Between my pillow and mah belly.

Do you know anyone that smokes weed? Yeah.

When was the last time you cried? And why? I’ve been getting teary eyed here and there.

How’s your week been? It had a really good moment on Friday.

Who did you last text? Matt.

Who’d you last call? About what? My mom? Or maybe it was Damon? I think Damon and to tell him about how my job interview went.

Is there someone who you instantly smile when you receive a message from? There’s a few... FRIENDS.

If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you? Just tell me?

When did you last eat pizza? Been a while... on account of the lactose intolerance.

Are you currently frustrated with someone? Eh. Not necessarily.

Do you tend to make things complicated? When I’m anxious, yes.

Do you like your hair? Now I do. It’s shorter and easier to style.

Is there a girl you absolutely can not stand? Basic fake girls, so there’s quite a few..

Have you graduated from high school? I’m a real adult now with edumacation!

Has anyone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? Yeeeeup.

Do you ever leave the house without make up on? I usually have eye-liner, at least.

Do you expect to be married in the next two years? Not really.

Did you receive a good morning text today? Nope.

Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? Let me test out my right cross, and I’ll get back to you.

What’s most important in a relationship: honesty or trust? This is a dumb question. Both, of course.

Do you like to cuddle? I’ll never reject a good cuddle.

What time did you wake up this morning? Maybe 15 minutes after 8?

The last person you kissed calls you, what are they calling for? To have a conversation, I hope.

What are you planning on doing after this survey? Fixing up my tired ass looking face.

Is your ”love life” complicated? It is what it is.

What ruined your day today? It’s just getting there. So hopefully, nothing.

Is any part of you sad at all? Yeah. Right now, yes.

If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret which would you chose? Haha. It sounds awful, but I would choose money.

Where will you be 2 hours from now? Out and about.

Name the person that has honestly hurt you the most in life? The most in life? Well, I still have a ways to go... but I guess my high school ex-boyfriend and the girl he cheated on me with.

What is the last thing you said aloud? "So cute!” - Talking about my grandpa.

What were you doing at 8 am this morning? Waking up.

The last person you kissed, is he/she single now? They’re living their life.

How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? Plenty.

Think back to the person you fell hardest for, do you still feel that way? I know I always will.

Have you kissed anyone with a tattoo before? Actually, no. I’ve been the tattooed one.

Is there someone you’d like to hug right now? I’m all for the hugs. I’ll hug anyone!

Why aren’t you in bed? Because it’s time to wake up.

Do you have any plans for tomorrow? GAME. OF. THRONES.

What is on your mind right now? How annoying my parents are in the morning.

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Not a damn clue.

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? They have. But they’ve always said I have small-ass eyes also.

Is the last person you kissed more than 2 years older than you? He’s three.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? I don’t know right now.

Do you talk about your feelings or hide them? I can talk about them with someone I trust, but I can hide them from people who make me nervous.

Honestly, if you could go back 9 months and change something, would you? Yes.

When is the next time you will kiss someone? Don’t know.

Are you single? I guess.

So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM, do you let them in? Yes.

Are you dating the last person you talked to? No.

Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? In their own way, yes.

Do you know anyone whose birthday is tomorrow? Nah.

Who was the last person that apologized to you? My mom for being super nosey.

Are you afraid of falling in love? I’m not afraid of it. I’m afraid it might not come again.

Does it bother you when people smoke around you? I’m asthmatic, so my lungs don’t.

How many people have you kissed whose name started with an M? None.

Ever kissed a smoker? He used to be a smoker, but never smoked when we were together.

Honestly - have you ever written something on a bathroom stall? Nah.

Are you the oldest, middle, youngest, or an only child? Youngest.

Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? Nope.

Did you ever waste too much time on a certain boy or girl? Who hasn’t...

Have you ever kissed someone who was over 21? Hah yeah?

How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? 31.

Will you have sex tonight? HAHAHAHAAAA.

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it ended? I know we both played a role in it ending. But I don’t think it’s fair to put more of the blame on me. I wanted more and he wasn’t feeling it? I don’t know.

Your last kiss probably meant nothing to you, right? It meant a lot to me.

Do you love where you live? It’s Detroit... I’d rather live in the burbs.

Last person you were on the phone with for more than 20 minutes? I don’t think I have long phone conversations anymore.

Can you get over people easily? Not really.

Would you go out in public looking like you do now? Hah. I don’t look THAT bad.

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? Old Navy.

Does your ex miss you? You’ll have to ask him.

If the last person you kissed tried to kiss you again, would you start kissing? Yeah.

Did you sleep alone last night? Yeah.

Has anyone ever sang to you? No. Someone has played music for me, but never sang to me.

Is there anyone who doesn’t like you because of something you didn’t do? It’s their choice.

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? Nope.

How was your weekend? It’s been going well.

Was your last kiss drunk or sober? Sober.

Do you think that you’re a good person? I try to be. I know like any other person, I’m not always good.

Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? I did.

How do you feel right now? My feet are cold and I’m thirsty.

If you could seek revenge on someone would you? I believe in justice playing its course, but revenge - naaaah.

Does any part of your body hurt right now? My arms are sore and so are my legs.

Do you like your best friend’s boyfriend/ girlfriend? They don’t have one.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do? Yeaup..

Do you believe once a cheater always a cheater? Not necessarily. People fuck up. You just don’t have to stick around for it if it bothered you the first time.

Ever been called heartless? Yeah.

Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other? Yes! Most certainly!

Interested in anyone at the moment? I don’t know.

Are you able to get people to believe you when you are lying? I don’t know. I don’t put much stock in lying.

Do you drink hard liquor? Yeaaaaaaaaah, buddy.

Have you met anyone new yet today? Not yet.

How many more minutes until you will next eat? I don’t count down my eating habits like that.

Have you read all of the Twilight and Harry Potter books? Yeah. Harry Potter is better.

Would you rather no heat in winter or no A/C in the summer? No AC in the summer. I don’t know... Maybe no heat in the winter? I like blankets and layering.

Do you do your own laundry? Yeah.

Have you ever read an entire book in one sitting? YES.

Have you ever seen your favorite band live? YES.

Do you drink water or soda more often? Water.

Have you ever chugged a beer? Nooope.

Do you straighten your hair? Sometimes.

If you found out your friend was smoking weed, would you be disappointed? Nah.

Do you like the ocean? The ocean breathes salty...

Is there anything you’re currently holding back? Maybe?

Do you read and believe your horoscope? I read today’s horoscope and it definitely interested me.

Have you stuck your hand up a vending machine to try and get something out? Hahaha no.

Do you like to drink Jell-o as you’re making it? Ew. No. I like to eat the batter when I’m baking.

What do/did you normally get detentions for? I got lunch detention once...

Does your alarm clock actually awaken you? Yeah, or I beat it and wake up beforehand.

Do you know anyone who DOESN’T have a cell phone? I know people who don’t have a smart phone. But mostly everyone I know have a cell.

What time is it where you live? 15 to 11am.

Do you type fast? Yes.

Do you know anyone who has their eyebrow pierced? Did.

When did you last talk to your brother or sister? Yesterday.

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