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luvistqrzzz · 8 months

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August slipped away into a moment in time 'cause you were never mine

the summer i loved you — jake x f.reader wc — 3.3K

summary — where August was the month of new beginnings and first loves but mostly, heartbreak.

genre — friends to not lovers, second lead syndrome, angst, fluff, summer au, august inspired

warnings — sad ending, jake is a huge dee eye see kay (🤢🤢), profranity, heartbreak, not proofread

an — um guys haha def dont come at me for the ending 😊😊 but omg this had been in my drafts for a while now n im glad im able to release this in august ✌🏽😈 have fun reading pookies (1 fucking am rn imma die help)

ps — ☆ a visualizer cuz why tf am i extra ?!

August is a weird month. It seemed to rush by you like a dream and yet at the same time it felt like the last period of every Friday, not finishing fast enough. You'd prefer the former.

August reminded you of memories— pretty but mostly ugly ones or maybe when the hurt in your heart ran so deep, even the happy memories turned ugly, didn't they?

It was not a month you enjoyed, you didn't like summers, you didn't like feeling like new beginnings and first love.

August reminded you of it all... It reminded you of Jake.

It was 1st of August when you realized what those weird feelings were.

‘Y/N!’ You opened the door to the sound of your name, only to be met with a tired and almost teary eyed Jake. He looked up at you, mustering a small smile as you stood before him your mouth agape.

‘A-are you okay?!’ you asked, pulling him into your house.

‘Um. Not… really’, your friend replied, scratching his neck nervously. ‘It’s just… she kinda broke up with me.’

She. he didn’t even need to mention her name and yet you let the word pierce your heart, a little. Kang Eunji. Jake’s girlfriend, well, ex girlfriend.

It was her, always her. It wasn’t unusual for you to hear that they both had a fight but you never thought they'd break up. ‘What? Are you being for real?!’ You were shocked to say the least. Jake and Eunji were what people deemed to be the “power couple” at school. They wouldn’t break up, or could they?

He nodded and sat on the couch, ‘We were fighting over one of those petty matters again, she was angry why I was so busy. It was about soccer practice of course! And when I kind of lost it, she said we were over.’ His voice caught in his throat before he let out a small sob.

Your heart sank as you patted his back and pulled him close into an embrace, ‘Ssh, it’s okay’, you ran small circles on his, ignoring the butterflies set free in your stomach at the close contact.

You could never understand what went on in their relationship. This may have been the first time they broke up but it surely wasn’t the first time Jake came to your house on the verge of tears.

You hated seeing him this way, like a broken record.

‘What will I do now, Y/N?’ ‘You just broke up, it’s not the end of the world. Plus, you have the entire summer before you, right? We’ll figure a way out,’ You broke the hug, looking straight into his eyes, trying to reassure him.

But they all meant nothing. Getting reassured of a broken heart didn’t mend the damage, you knew better than him. Jake nodded nonetheless, wiping away the stray tears, ‘Goodness, I feel so dumb for just crying like this.’ ‘don’t be. You are allowed to feel your emotions.’

He gave a small smile in your direction and your heart skipped a beat.

‘So’, you turned towards the television, searching for a distraction. ‘You wanna binge watch something? Or maybe some Doraemon?’

Jake grinned, ‘I’d love that! What would I do without you, Y/N?’

You let out an almost sad chuckle, ‘I am the coolest best friend ain’t I?’ The word best friend left a bad taste in your mouth.

4th August was when Jake realized the bookstore was his safe place.

Clink! The door to the bookstore opened with a small chime. You looked up from your position at the counter only to find Jake walk into the shop.

He smiled before taking a seat beside you, much to your surprise. It wasn't unusual for him to drop by the store. But mostly he came for borrowing a book or having a quick chat with you.

But never like this.

'So, how are you doing?' You asked, turning towards where he sat, fidgeting with a pen. It was a slow lazy afternoon with barely any customers.

'Oh, uh, I'm fine. At least I'm trying to be. We had so many things planned and like, it feels weird. We were good for each other…' he kept on rambling about his latest break up.

You could feel your heart clench a litte. You understood why Jake was doing so but it didn't help. It didn't help that there were two broken hearts in the same room. It was always you and the second lead syndrome against the world.

Sometimes you really wondered what you had done to be stuck in the loophole of falling for a friend.

You had been friends with Jake since middle school, always finding yourself blush whenever he was around.

The first time you tried confessing to him during Valentine's Day in freshman year, your hand baked cake (which you had prepared for hours) got destroyed. You kind of gave up on him, treating him as a friend.

Well, that was until Eunji came along last year. Seeing Jake with her brought about a fresh wave of emotions you think your heart had forgotten.

It hadn't.

The bookstore was Jake's hideaway from the world. He loved everything about it. Loved how calming it was and the people who came in always greeted him with a smile. He was a quaint place, maybe mysterious in a sense that Jake didn't want to uncover the secrets it hid.

He liked how you let him sit there for the entirety of your shift. But mostly he loved the conversations.

Throughout the summer, Jake couldn't remember the number of times he found you sitting with him, flipping through some book as you both chatted away, be it in the lazy afternoon or under the evening sky, where the buzz of the grasshopper was the only thing he could hear. They felt weirdly intimate, like the secrets he used to keep as a kid. He almost wanted to gatekeep them.

'Sorry do I bore you here?' You asked one day. It was a question bothering you for a while.

Jake frowned, 'What? No. Of course not, Y/N. You could never bore me.' But you were unconvinced, 'No, like, who spends their summer sitting in a small little barely functioning bookstore except maybe be. You must have a lot of plans, right?'

'I wouldn't lie. I haven't ever spent such a quiet summer but turns out, I like a lot. Too much for my own sake. The bookstore isn't boring. Rather, it gives me a sense of escape from reality.' He gave you a reassuring smile.

'Also', Jake added as a second thought. 'You aren't boring Y/N. You just make it all loads better.'

Your phone went off with a sharp ring. Your alarm wasn’t set to ring today. Who could it be? You groaned as you sleepily grabbed it from the nightstand. Without even checking the name, you picked up the call, ‘Hello? Who?’ ‘It’s me Jake, you dummy!’ His excited voice came from the other side.

You yawned, ‘What do you want?’ you checked the time, ‘It’s literal fucking half past four.’ ‘More reason to wake up, right?!’

‘Shut up, I’m hanging up and-’ ‘No no! I really did plan a surprise. Get ready, please, just for today. Please’, he begged from the other side.

Now, you were definitely wide awake, upon hearing his voice. He had planned what…? ‘Okay but the surprise better be good.’ ‘Also! Keep your bicycle ready.’

‘There you are!’ Jake greeted you with a wide smile as you grumbled and walked down the road with your bike where he stood. ‘You don’t get to smile like that after pulling me up from sleep’, you muttered angrily.

But really who were you to complain? It was Jake and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were genuinely excited for what was coming. It was always an adventure when it came to him.

‘You won’t be disappointed, trust me’, he said, boarding his bike and motioning for you to do the same.

You breathed out a calming sigh, looking ahead at the empty road. Thanks to summer, the sun was already somewhere there on the horizon, spreading a fuzzy glow around you. Everything looked simpler, softer. In the light of the dawn, your thoughts felt less complicated, you almost felt it would be easy to sort out your feelings. Would it?

You turned to look at Jake, cycling in peace, a small grin on his face, ‘Told you! I sometimes go out on early morning rides, especially if I have a lot on my mind.’

‘So, why are you taking me then?’ ‘I don’t know. I just have a feeling you’ll like this place’, he shrugged. ‘Plus, I like spending time with you’, Jake added as an afterthought.’

A blush crept into your cheeks at his words. Stop over thinking you scolded yourself. But you couldn’t help the hope blossom in you. False hope.

‘Here we are’, Jake spread his arms wide, showing you the view. After half an hour of cycling through empty streets and quiet places, you found yourself on a small hill. It was pretty abandoned, the only sounds that reached your ears were the chirping of birds and the whistling of trees in the cool summer morning.

In front of you lay your town and the forests beyond it. Those familiar buildings looked all new when you saw them from top of a hill. It radiated calmth… and comfort.

Or was the latter because of the person beside you?

‘Thanks’, you spoke in a soft whisper but then you felt a hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your heart stopped as you turned towards Jake looking at you with a fond smile and slowly pulled you closer, resting his head on your shoulder.

You couldn't process what he was doing. Was it all intentional? No, it was the usual playful Jake you knew, right? But the usual playful Jake wasn't like this. He had pulled you into a hug several times but never like this.

Never so tender in his actions that it made you think otherwise.

'I like the view so much. I hope you do too. It's just… very special, I had never shown it to Eunji either. People ruin things', he sighed, looking ahead.

You scoffed as an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, 'So, I'm not a person?' 'No, you're Y/N. It's an entire special thing to be in itself.'

You didn't know what it meant anymore. The secret smiles, the small actions. You weren't oblivious, you saw it all but your face masked it behind the friendship.

But was it even friendship? You hoped it wasn't. You hoped you both had crossed the line of being "just friends".

It was the 20th of August when Jake liked mint chocolate ice cream.

He touched his cheek as a familiar warmth flooded in at the sight of you. What was happening to him? Ever since the day on the hill, he had been feeling weird. Be it when he visited the bookstore or when you both hung out during the day (or night).

The way your laugh sounded in his ears, when you smiled, he noticed the way his heart skipped a beat. But he loved the most when through the afternoons you talked. Just talk, nothing and everything.

Jake had never felt so connected to anyone. You both had always been friends but seeing a friends standing before him, two ice creams in hand shouldn't make Jake blush.

But it did.

'Hey Mr.Zoned out!' You snapped your fingers before him, pulling him away from his thoughts. You handed him his ice cream while joining him on the curb.

He made a disgusted face at the cone you were holding, 'Ugh. Mint chocolate.' You slapped his shoulder playfully, 'Yah! You are a person with zero taste.'

'Oh really? Lemme try it then', Jake replied, challenging you. He scooped a bit with the plastic spoon before closing his eyes and tasting it.

'Ew', he gagged. 'This tastes like fucking toothpaste', he wiped his mouth in disgust.

'Shut up, no need to be so over dramatic about it all', you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Jake looked at you as you continued eating and looking at the street in front. It was almost 5 in the evening, the kids were out playing but their shouts were only distant noise because all he could hear was your voice. All he could see was you. You weren't bright like the background but in his eyes, you were glowing. The sun falling on your face, as if highlighting only you in his eyes.

Almost as if on instinct, his hand slowly reached out to your free one, his fingers finding yours and intertwining them together.

You stopped, your heart beating way too fast, you could almost feel the redness of your cheeks.

What was happening? What was Jake doing? Why was he doing this?

It felt wrong, you knew it. Your intuition could tell it. This was something you had waited forever to happen, but you knew this couldn't be.

Let go of his hand, Y/N. Let go let go let go let go… don't let go.

You didn't, too foolish and in love to walk away. And maybe that was the first mistake you had made.

The first rain of August came on the 25th.

Why was rain often associated with sadness? No, rain didn't mean sadness.

Because on that one day of August, you stood outside the bookstore looking at the dark clouds, the rain gave you hope.

You sighed, no wonder your mother kept on insisting you to take an umbrella. Now, there you were, standing in front of the closed shop.

But a bright yellow thing caught your eye, standing out in the dull gray background. You squinted your eyes as the figure came closer.

Jake.

Your stomach jumped. Had he come for you?

He ran through the rain, his bright smile evident as you stared at him in wonder.

'What?' He asked. You shook your head, 'You…?' 'I came for you. You always forget your umbrella.' He completed the sentence for you.

Your mouth formed an "O" but a soft smile spread across your lips.

'Here', he handed you the spare umbrella in hand and took hold of your wrist, pulling you into the rain.

You shrieked, 'At least let me open mine first.' He laughed at your sight, moving closer and holding his umbrella over you.

You noticed every single thing, the things you had noticed a hundred times before. But mostly you noticed his little actions.

The ones that made you fall for him all over again.

'Fuck, if I catch a cold, it'll be your fault, Sim Jake', you threatened the boy standing in front of your porch, grinning. You both had recklessly ran in the rain as a result the umbrellas had been pretty useless… but it was fun.

'Don't worry', he stepped forward, a certain fondness flickering in his eyes. 'I'll be there to bring you the meds.'

It happened in a fraction of a second, swiftly, Jake bent down and gave a sudden kiss on your cheek. It was soft as a feather, almost like it didn't happen.

But you felt it. You almost felt dizzy, her cheeks heating you. You brought your hands to where he had just kissed you. It had happened, hadn't it?

But before you could say anything, Jake turned around, his head hung low in embarrassment but his stomach full of butterflies and sprinted in the opposite direction.

Had he meant it?

As Jake walked his way back home, his head filled with thoughts of you, a sudden buzz of his phone. He took it out, expecting a text from you.

But no… It was someone else.

His heart dropped. A contact that hadn't been there since 1st of August.

Eunji.

"jake, im so sorry."

But what followed after that day was something you had always feared.

He ignored you. Every text, every call, no reply. Did he just get awkward? But even an awkward Jake wouldn't be this rude. Or was he angry with you? You didn't even do anything.

The next time you saw Jake, three days later, was when you went on a grocery run.

You could spot him anywhere. 'Jake! Wait', you called out to him. He didn't stop. 'Omg, stop being a shit head would you?! Stop fucking ignoring me!' You huffed, annoyed.

That's when you saw his figure slowly turn towards you. 'Sorry', he muttered. You ran a hand through your hair. sorry? That's all he had to say?

'Look, if it's about that day then forget it. You-you never kissed me.' 'What? Of course not, it isn't about that day', he replied.

You looked at him confusedly, 'Huh? Then why, Jake? I had tried calling and texting you so many times but you couldn't bother to reply to me.'Your voice slowly rose.

'I was busy catching up with Eunji okay?!' his tone matching yours.

There came that name. Her name. Did you hear it correctly? What was she doing in this conversation?

'E-eunji…?' you looked at him, at loss of words. 'I thought yo-you were over her?'

He gave you a look of disbelief, 'No. That day she sent me a text and I realised… I wasn't.'

Why did the crack in your heart deepen? Why was it always you who got hurt?

And you couldn't help but ask, knowing the answer would make you feel worse, 'What about us then, Jake?'

'Us? Y/N what are you talking about? We are friends, we always have been. There is no us.'

There, the final blow. 'Why did you make me feel so special then? All for nothing? You know how much I like you, so much that everytime we spent time together this summer, I got my hopes up. I was so foolish, because of you Sim fucking Jaeyun. And that day you kissed me, I thought, finally you'll realize but no. It's always her, isnt it?', you didn't scream but the crack in your voice said it all.

And Jake remained silent through it all. because he knew he deserved 'So, this summer meant nothing to you?' You sniffed, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

'Nothing.' But you missed the flicker in his eyes. The flicker that said otherwise.

That it wasn't nothing, it was his eveything.

August 31st was when you lost it finally.

‘It was just a summer thing’, the words rang in your ear, loud and clear. They drowned the voices of all the chatter of classmates. ‘y/n? y/n? Are you okay?’ Lily asked beside you, furrowing her eyebrows in worry.

But you couldn’t respond to her, at that very moment, you thought you couldn’t do pretty much anything except look. Or rather stare at the sight unfolding before you. Before you knew it, the plastic cup fell from your hands, the beer splashing all over the floor and getting the attention of the people in the room, the attention of them.

In the haze, you met your eyes with his, the soft brown ones that you had fallen in love with, the one which enveloped you in warmth. But now they felt like they were hurting you, the annoyance in them.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you turned around. The room suddenly felt too small, the stares of the people felt accusing. You let go of Lily’s hand that gripped your wrist and ran in the opposite direction.

Did you hear footsteps behind you? Were they Jake’s? You hated to admit it but you wished they were. You wished that he was the one following you, the one who'd hold you back.

For once, prove it to you that you weren’t the second lead.

But he wasn’t there.

You found yourself rushing to the porch, the sounds fading out. But you could hear the blood pumping in your ears, the sound of your shallow breath that you had been holding for so long.

He wasn’t there. What did you even expect?

You were a summer thing for him… but he was your summer love.

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gaybitchfx · 1 year

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hello I'd like to request a Mikey fic omega verse AU where reader is pregnant (due to them having intercourse while drunk) and he tells Mikey that he's the father bc he's the only guy he ever had intercourse with, but Mikey doesn't believe him bc he doesn't remember anything from their drunken love making, but he still accompanies reader through the pregnancy bc he wants to prove that he isn't the father when the kid is born. (but he is) angst and fluff pls thank you. also take your time and take care!

-🍓 Character(s): Mikey

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW + a/b/o

-🍓 Warning(s): Angst

-🍓 Edited: ❌

Your hands trembled as you stared at the pregnancy test, two pink lines were shown meaning you were pregnant.

“I’m…pregnant..” You mumbled in disbelief as your vision began to cloud from the tears that formed in your eyes.

You dug deep into your memory hoping you could at least figure out who the last person you were with till it dawned on you.

Mikey.

You remember drinking with him and after that everything was just fuzzy and choppy.

“How am I going to tell him?” You rested your head in your hands after placing the test to the side. It took you a while, but you called Mikey saying you had something to tell him, something very important.

You didn’t tell him what it was leaving him more curious till you both met up. “So, what is it?” Mikey asked as he yawned, a tear bead appearing in the corner of his eye.

“I’m…pregnant…” You whispered the last part making Mikey tilt his head a bit. “You’re what?” “I’m pregnant.” You said louder this time surprise Mikey. “Ooo congratulations. Who’s the father?”

Mikey clapped his hands a faint smile appearing on his lips. You gripped the sleeve of your jacket as a faint whimper left your mouth, you were upset. “You alright?” Mikey asked, his smile disappearing.

“You’re..you’re the father.” Mikey’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up from his seat. “No way that’s mine... I didn’t even have sex with you..” Mikey said as he furrowed his brows making you look down at your lap.

“You were the first and only person I’ve been with, Mikey. We did it after we went drinking.”

“Bullshit. I don’t even remember what happened after that.” Mikey looked down at you, you were shaking and on the verge of crying, your scent was a mix of feelings.

He let out a sigh as he brushed some of his hair away from his face.

“I don’t think it’s mine, but I’ll still be there for you till you give birth to that pup. When I prove it’s not mine then..there isn’t much I can do after to help me.” Mikey said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thank you..” You sniffled and brushed away any stray tears. Months went by and Mikey did as he said, he made sure you were well taken care of and safe till you were in the 1st month of your third trimester.

“Mikey..could you get the stole for me please?” You asked the man who nodded and went to the living room to retrieve the item.

When he came back, you were holding onto the counter, panting in pain. Underneath you was a puddle of water that had damped your slippers and the floor. Mikey dropped the stole as he began panicking internally.

“Is it..” You nodded your head, not even bothering to talk. Mikey quickly got the car keys and gently rushed you out the door and to the car. “The baby wasn’t supposed to be here for another two months, fuck..” Mikey grumbled as he left the drive-through and began speeding to the hospital.

“I’m..sorry..” You said in between gasps, tears began streaming down your face. Mikey’s face softened as he took your hand in his. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He said as he released a more calming and pleasant scent to help with your pain and calm you down.

When the both of you arrived at the hospital you were rushed to the emergency room, Mikey of course had to wait in the waiting room. His leg bounced as he waited for one of the doctors to come out, it felt like you were in there forever.

Time was ticking by slowly, seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. When one of the doctors came out Mikey quickly got up from his seat. “How is he and the baby? Are they alright?” Mikey asked, worry present on his. The doctor smiled and nodded her head.

“The mother and baby are both healthy and are doing just fine. The baby came earlier than expected so we’ll have to keep her in an incubator till she grows a bit more.

“Can…Can I see them?” The doctor nodded her head and Mikey quickly followed her. His heart jumped around in his chest as he grew closer and closer to the doors.

When he was inside you were laid down on a bed holding a baby in a pink blanket, feeding her. You looked exhausted but happy, happy you got to meet your baby.

Mikey hesitantly went over to you getting your attention. He had gotten a good look at the baby and she looked just like him. “I told you she was yours..” You giggled making the baby coo before she yawned.

“She’s so tiny..” Mikey whispered as he moved his finger to the baby’s hand which she instantly grabbed onto. His eyes glossed over with tears as Mikey stared at his child.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” “Of course...I now have a family of my own..” Mikey sniffled as he rubbed his teary eyes. You lightly laughed as he gave a small kiss on your baby’s head.

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hxney-lemcn · 6 months

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i wanted to ask if you could do brett hand x gn! reader but angst? like stuff with his family and its getting worse. hope its not a bad idea

have a good night/ day hun!!

summery: reader tries to cheer Brett up. They find out just what is making Brett feel down and fluff ensues.

tw: toxic family relationships, hurt/comfort

a/n: ...teehee, so I'm pretty sure this was requested like...a year ago...uh...sorry for the late upload?? LMAO! If you're still interested here you go 💀

wc: 1.2k

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I couldn’t focus on the shitty 80’s movie playing when I had Brett curled into my side. I noticed he seemed to be down at work, and offered to host a sleepover. Yes it may be childish, but after learning about Brett’s shitty family and how he never really had a childhood, I thought it would be nice.

Brett didn’t hesitate to agree. Although his demeanor was enthused, his brown eyes still showed unhappiness. Which led to our current situation. Watching classic 80’s movies and cuddling on the couch. I kept sneaking glances down towards the brunette, his eyes glued to the tv. His head rested on my chest, and my arms wrapped around his back.

At one point, his eyes started watering, which led me to pausing the movie. Clearly something was eating at him and I wasn’t gonna just watch him suffer.

“Why’d you pause-”

“What’s wrong Brett,” I said, interrupting him. I wasn’t gonna let him bat around the bush.

“N-nothing, why do you ask?” He deflected, eyes darting all over the place. He was a terrible liar.

Bringing a hand up, I ran my fingers through his hair, which made him relax almost immediately. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I soothed. “But I don’t want you to hold it in either. You can talk to me.” He fell limp, admitting defeat as I gently scratched at his scalp.

“It’s…” He stuttered slightly. “I-its my family.” I tensed when they came up. I’ve only met them once, and it was not a pleasant meeting. I mean, Brett literally took a bullet for his brother and he’s once again on their shit list. Which I could never understand. Brett was the sweetest man I had ever met! He listened, he cared, and he’d do anything to make his friends happy…well more like anyone happy (clearly coming from his family trauma), but still! He was an absolute sweetheart.

All in all, I did not like his family. In fact, you could even say I hate them. I couldn’t tell Brett that though, as he still loved them dearly. Something they did not deserve.

“What did they do this time?” I asked, trying to keep myself from letting my distaste show in my tone.

Brett nuzzled further into the crook of my neck, “Just the usual, called me a disappointment and I never deserved to have even been considered for the 1st ranked sibling. How they don’t understand why I even bother to show my face around them anymore.”

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I know family is important, but if my parents did that, I’d be out the door and never come back. I have no clue how Brett could be strong enough to endure his parents' neglect and emotional abuse. I know his family is important to him, but there's a certain point that people should just cut ties.

“Oh Brett,” I muttered, nuzzling the top of his head. “My sweetheart. My sweet little boy.” Brett’s hold on me grew a little tighter at the nicknames, and I felt tears hit my neck, but I paid it no mind. “You deserve so much better. They should be the ones begging for your love and attention, not the other way round. You are so accomplished, loved, and overall amazing. You’re a boss at the shadow government, you’ve got a team who loves you! …in their weird little ways of course. Not to mention that you are just a caring and loving person.”

Brett sniffled, “Then why are they so mean?”

My heart churned, feeling my own eyes water at just how beaten he sounded.

“I’m not exactly sure of their history, but I assume it’s because that’s how their parents treated them,” I replied, trying to think how people could be so cold to their own children. “That and a mix of them not having the capacity to actually care for you and your siblings. When they look at you, they see a commodity, not a person.”

I winced as Brett let out a sob mixed with a whimper. Did I make it worse?

“But you’re not a commodity,” I muttered, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You’re an amazing, beautiful person who deserves the love you get and even more. I know you care for your family, but I think the best thing you can do is let them go. I mean you have a work family who do care for you, who want to see you succeed. I hope I’m not overstepping, but I feel like your family is holding you back. I know you can grow so much more if you learn that their affection and approval isn’t worth the pain and hurt. Because there are other people willing to give you that affection and approval.”

Brett let a sob escape him, his arms squeezing the life out of me, but I wasn’t gonna stop him. He was babbling things I couldn’t make out, but I think it was things of gratitude and love. I didn’t need to hear what he was saying to know that he was grateful. I was just glad I seemed to have gotten through to him.

“Th-they found someone to m-marry me off to,” He stuttered. “A-and I didn’t want to disappoint them, b-but I don’t want to marry them! I want to marry you! A-and I told them that, and that's when they started t-to insult m-me.”

My eyes widened at his bold proclamation, my hand halting its ministrations in his hair. They wanted to marry him off? I guess that wasn’t out of their reach. But he actually said no? Because he wanted to marry me?! I felt myself fluster at the thought. I couldn’t help but picture us standing at the altar, or podium, in front of the sea? Maybe in the woods? I wasn’t sure where, but a beautiful place, with us exchanging our vows of love, and then becoming wedded.

I snapped out of it when Brett’s teary eyes met mine. They were big and watery, almost like a sad puppy. He seemed to be freaking out, eyes frantically searching mine.

I cupped his jaw, brushing my thumb over his cheek, “I would be honored to marry you.”

His eyes widened, cheeks warming under my touch, a bashful smile gracing his face. A tear fell down his cheek, and I wiped it away.

“I would be honored to marry you,” Brett emphasized.

I chuckled, feeling elated, “I guess we’d be honored to marry each other.”

Brett giggled back, the brightest smile I’d ever seen on his face, “Yeah.”

Pulling his face down, I littered his face with kisses, causing his giggles to continuously fall out of his mouth. I nuzzled our noses before leaving one last kiss to his lips. He hummed in content as I wrapped my arms around his neck, the kiss being a slow, passionate, loving one.

“Do you wanna continue the movie?” I asked after we pulled apart.

Brett’s eyes were glued to my lips, “Could…we do that again…please.”

I blinked, an explosive laugh falling from my lips, “Brett this isn’t our first kiss.”

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It’s Ok

Member: Min Yoongi Genre: Angst / Fluff 🌸💔 Song Inspired: It's Ok - Cee Lo Green Summary: Min Yoongi was that ultimate cold tsundere. As his hyper girlfriend, you were always the first to initiate everything in your relationship, without knowing if he ever feels the same. But his indifference took a toll on you, and you figure that it's better for you to let him go.

A/N: Please listen to the song recommendation while reading this! Would add the romcom taste to it, I promise!

"Let's break up."

Your try to read his face as you utter these painful word.

To your disappointment, he was still indifferent. Yoongi didn't flinch, not even blink his eyes. He was busy staring at the coffee menu without sparing a glance at you.

You should have known this would be his reaction.

Why do you still think that he would be different about this? You chuckle to yourself pitifully.

What did you expect? Min Yoongi begging for you to not leave him? That would probably be in your wildest dream.

You bit your lower lips and tried hard to ignore the growing pain in your chest. You waited and waited as minutes passed by but he still didn't say anything. He flips through the menu like he couldn't hear what you just said.

You were taking a deep breath and was about to say something else when he ask, "What's your reason?"

You stopped, blinking your eyes rapidly. With a steady breath (though your heart was shaking), you turn your gaze to him to explain what has always been in your heart for the past 2 years of your relationship.

"Yoongi.. I feel like I'm the only person who loves in this relationship. You never tell me anything, not even how you really feel about me. I was always the one with the confession, the dates and I was always the one who was showy about us. Even I am the 1st to confess and bare my feelings for you.. without ever knowing whether you like anything about me when you agreed to be my boyfriend," you said hurriedly.

"Lately I've been thinking.. and I don't know, I just though that we should go our separate way.. I don't want to force you to love me anymore.." you trails there, avoiding eye contact with him. You're afraid that if you look into his eyes, you'll cry.

"Anyways, I.. I just call you here to tell you this. I think it's best for both of us. It's been 2 years and I don't want a one sided relationship anymore. What I want is for you to be happy.. without being dragged down by a girlfriend like me."

You bit your lower lips. It was winter, and outside the coffee shop it was cold, but the air between you two were colder. You swiftly remove the couple ring on your finger and push the thin metal to Yoongi who sat across you with a stoic expression.

"Here, it doesn't belong to me. You were the one who bought it. I'm sorry for everything, for forcing you to be my boyfriend. I hope you'll find someone you truly loves, ok Yoongi?"

He stare at the ring with a plain face. Sure, he was indifferent about your breakup as well. The ring was something very important to you, as it was something you forced him to buy after seeing the couple ring Hyelin wears. By force, that was the only thing he ever got you between your 2 year's relationship.

You were waiting for him to say something.

Anything.

Anything that would make you think that this was a bad decision. That some part of him loves you at least a little tiny piece. But your heart broke the moment he asked that final question coldly.

"Is there anything else you would like to say?"

Oh how you wanted to cry so bad.

So fucking bad that you wanted to curse at him and punch him for breaking your heart and wasting your time for the past 2 years but then you remember, you were the one who wanted him. You were the one who was so obsessed on having him. You were the one who flirted with him even though everybody keep on telling you how bad he is at treating the people around him.

You gulp, shaking your head. You were looking down the whole time, playing with your finger and try calming your heart so you won't cry in front of him. You knew he hates it. He hates weak people and people who cry a lot. That's why you never cry in front of him.

"No.. I.. best of luck Yoongi! Thank you.. for being my boyfriend. I wish you happiness, always! I'll- I'll go first. Merry Christmas," you told him, altogether collecting your belongings.

You quickly pull your cap down and stand up, rushing towards the exit before bursting out a dam of tears.

...

Your break-up with Yoongi was all over campus the next week.

You didn't know how or why. Then you got to know that the nosy 'Gretchen Wieners' of the campus, Garam, was at the coffee shop and overheard your conversation with Yoongi that day. You would never suspected Yoongi, because you knew he was a calm and quiet person. He wouldn't go around telling people how you 2 are not together anymore. Not that he ever did when the 2 of you did either.

Some people look at you with pity, some scoffing (especially girls who was majoring in music as Yoongi does) and some well, just don't care.

You couldn't sleep, eat or think clearly after that day. You cried and cried some more even while you were watching a comedy show on TV. You never though that you would one day broke up with him, Min Yoongi, the guy you love so much from the 1st day you set foot on campus.

Want it or not, you need to go to your classes or you're going to be held a semester back. You had to pretend that you're okay, and smile so people wouldn't notice how your eyes was actually swollen from crying too much for the past 3 days.

Hyelin, your best friend, look at you with sympathy.

"I know you're sad baby, I'm so sorry.. that cold city guy Yoongi! Ergh! If there is now law, I would already pressed my foot on his face right now! He shows no feeling or remorse at all! Fucking idiot! He doesn't appreciate you at all! Even you, his girlfriend give up on him! What about everyone else? Fuck him!"

You let out a weak smile.

"It's fine Hyelin, maybe he's not meant for me. What can I do about it? Besides.. I think he's thankful that I ask for the break-up.. maybe he doesn't have the heart to broke up with me seeing how pitiful and crazy I am about him before.. so, it's fine. It's a win-win situation."

"Win-win situation? You LOVE him you idiot! Oh my god- I just! Why? Why did you have to fall for him of all people? I just.. I just feel sorry for you. You're my best friend. Tell me the truth Y/N, doesn't he persuade you even once after you ask for the break-up? Isn't he curious about why you suddenly want nothing to do with him? Doesn't he like, 'Did I do something wrong baby? Why are you saying all this? No, I don't agree' things like that? What is he? A robot with no emotion?"

You shook your head, "Yoongi's not Hoseok, Hyelin."

You stare emptily at the people walking pass you and her in the campus's park. "I did told him the reason why. I told him I felt as if I'm the only one who loves in our relationship. You knew what he said? He ask me if there is there anything else I would like to say, as if he's waiting for the moment to be released from my grip. I was curious about one thing of course.. I was dying to ask him if he ever loves me these past 2 years but I didn't have the strength to.. I'm scared of his answer. I'm scared to know that he didn't love me as much as I did him.. so in the end.. I walk out from the coffee shop, walk out from the relationship I love most."

Tears were threatening to fall but you took a deep breath, and smile to look as if you're OK.

Hyelin patted your back softly to calm you down. "I'm fine Hyelin, I really am. Yoongi has always been that way, I'm the one who though I could change him. It's my fault, for I'm the one who risks my heart for a guy that never loves me. It's not his fault. It's for the best anyway than me forcing him on a relationship he doesn't even want."

Just as you finish pouring your heart, you went quiet. Hyelin could feel that you're still upset and broken when your relationship ends with Yoongi. Hyelin knew, if you could, you never wanted to let Yoongi go. You love him so goddamn much. She knew how much you love Yoongi and dream of having him as your husband one day.

But what can she do? Yoongi doesn't love you.

"If its that painful, and you still wanted him, I could talk to Hoseok? I could tell him to talk to Yoongi, maybe he'll get back with you-"

"No." You let out a painful smile. "I don't want to get back with him just because he pities me. Maybe there's someone else he likes that he had set his eyes on but can do nothing about it since he already agree to become my boyfriend. I didn't want that for him. I want Yoongi to be in a happy relationship that he wants instead of being in a miserable one that he was forced too."

Hyelin hugs you tight. "I'm sorry Y/N. That stupid tsundere Yoongi! I swear he will never get a girl as loving, caring and cheerful as you are!"

You knew Hyelin was just trying to make you feel happy. But the fresh wound in your heart was still there, and you wish so badly that you could just erase Min Yoongi from your mind, as well as your heart.

...

The next few weeks, you tried your best to avoid Yoongi. But it was hard, because Yoongi is friends with Hoseok, Hyelin's boyfriend and you know you have to face him eventually. Not that Hoseok didn't know that you 2 were not together anymore, but Hoseok wanted Yoongi to maintain at least some kind of friendship with you.

Hoseok's persuasion made you uncomfortable, and you always find an excuse to avoid hanging out with them like you used to because you knew Yoongi will be there as well. You can't face Yoongi, not when the stinging in your heart is still there. You need some time away from him to be able to move on. Then, when you're ready, you would rethink about maintaining a little bit of friendship with him.

With that being said, you took a part time job to fill out your free time. Your friend, Namjoon, runs a small karaoke bar a few block away from college. You didn't hesitate when he ask if you wanna work there after one of his employee quit. That's the only way you knew to get out of your messy thoughts about Yoongi.

"Babe, Y/N said she's working part time at the karaoke bar Namjoon run nearby, hmm~ no more hanging out with her anymore after this," Hyelin pouts, just as she ends the call with you.

Hoseok's eyes widen. "Really? Aww, what a bummer. It's been a month since we last hang out with her. I miss her a lot.. right Yoongi?"

Yoongi didn't say anything. He was busy stirring the straw in his drink, staring into the cup. Hyelin glare at him sharply.

"Why would he? He never care about Y/N. Maybe he's relief, he didn't have to see her around anymore. You must think she's clingy right Yoongi? Good luck finding a girlfriend half as good as Y/N who can stand your cranky, cold attitude."

Yoongi didn't look at Hyelin, but he replied calmly to her furious remark.

"Y/N was the one who ask for the breakup, just like she did when she ask me to be her boyfriend. She says both of us should go our own ways. I don't want to force her to stay if our relationship is what's dragging her dreams down."

Hyelin wanted to slap him so bad. But Hoseok hugs her just in time. "Babe, baby, come on. As if you didn't know Yoongi.. you know how savage and blunt he is. You too Yoongs, quit it," Hoseok said, stopping them from killing each other with their death stare.

"She loves you, you idiot. And you, stop treating people around you like trash. I know you're emotionless, cold, whatever savageness you were born into but Y/N's your girlfriend. Don't you see how much she loves you? But all you did was treat her like you treat everyone else, building walls all over yourself. How is she suppose to feel? And what? You did that for 2 years! No wonder Y/N left you! If I were her, I wouldn't even last a day with you!" Hyelin huffs, reaching for her sling bag and walk away, leaving Hoseok and Yoongi with a headache.

"Sorry bro, she loves Y/N. They're like.. sisters you know." Hoseok apologized but Yoongi only let out a soft sigh. He stare at Hyelin who was walking away from the 2 of them, thinking about what she just said.

"It's fine Hoseok. I know how much she loves Y/N," Yoongi adds.

Hoseok wanted to ask Yoongi about how he feels about the breakup, not that he didn't try before, but Yoongi was quite intimidating when it comes to his private relationship. He never talks about you for the past 2 years of your dating history. He never talks about how you treated him, or how has it been between the 2 of you, where did you go on your dates or say good nor bad things about you. That's what makes junior girls in your campus thinks that he's single.

But one thing everybody knew is that when a girl dared to ask him out, Yoongi will reply with a, "I'm sorry, I have a girlfriend."

Hoseok knew him since high school, but he never crosses the boundaries of their friendship. So, in his own conclusion, Hoseok thinks that Yoongi was relief to let you go too. Maybe. Probably. It made him feels unsettled for you but if that's what Yoongi wants, then he nor Hyelin can do anything about it. Especially when Min Yoongi is not the kind to beg for people to stay.

"You okay man? About this whole thing?" Hoseok ask carefully. Yoongi stare at his musical sheets without a changed expression.

"Yeah, of course."

...

You look at a couple of high school kids entering the karaoke bar all being lovely dovey.

It must be nice. To have a person who loves you and loves you back, you though to yourself.

Namjoon look at you who were lost in your train of thoughts after he finish cleaning the floor. He approach you quietly and held your shoulder, shaking you gently to make you realize he was right in front of you.

"Ops! I'm so sorry Joonie, god, I'm so clumsy, I'm sorry. You were saying something?" you said, literally startled with your buff friend who was smiling down at you, displaying his deep dimples.

"Are you okay? You look quite lost there. Are you.. still sad about your break up?" he asks, not wanting to sound rude or anything. You fake a smile, pretending not to care. "Nah, I'm good! Really! Yoongi was indifferent about it, I should too. Don't worry about me ok?"

You were such a bad liar, even Namjoon saw it. Namjoon was a friend of you from the math club in college. You guys weren't close before, since you only met on Wednesday but he had always secretly wish to be your friend. And yes, he knew about Yoongi. He felt sorry for you of course, but he vowed to make you smile just like how you did when you're with Yoongi.

"Hey Y/N, if you need anything or need a friend to listen to your problem, just tell me alright? I'll try my best to be that friend."

Namjoon was such a sweetheart.

You let out a thin smile. "Sure Joonie. Thanks, for everything. By the way, I solved the equation we did the other day, when we lost to the Incheon Team during the matheletes. Turns out, Yerin did the wrong part, so everything went down from hers hahahaha," you laugh, trying to forget that you were still in pain because of Yoongi.

"Really?" Namjoon giggle. "I knew it. She was so confident so I don't wanna crush her of it, told ya she's an alpha female," he says, trying to lighten the mood. Namjoon knew you weren't ready to have a heart to heart, especially when you're still getting over Yoongi. He didn't want to step over the boundary as well, as his friendship with you were just blossoming.

Just then, a crowd of people entered the karaoke bar.

You and Namjoon bowed, welcoming them. Both of you let out a big smile but then your smile slowly fades as you realize it was Hoseok, Hyelin and-

Yoongi.

Shit.

"Y/N!!! BABY I MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!" Hyelin yelled, the last you saw her was 3 days ago to grab a drink, just the 2 of you.

Hoseok smile at you and wave cheerfully, also shouting just like Hyelin. They match each other's energy so well. But that guy, that cold tsundere guy, he made you sweat.

Yoongi didn't say anything but his presence behind Hoseok and Hyelin made you heart beats like a drum. You keep you fake persona on, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. Oh you misses him so much. You miss having him listen to your story all day. Though you 2 never touch hands or kiss before, you miss watching how he would focus on his music, producing songs for the seniors on your campus as their final year project which you found hot before.

But.. Yoongi's not your boyfriend anymore and you cannot miss all that. Not when you knew he won't ever fight to be in a relationship with you.

"We literally saw each other 3 days ago Hyelin," you fake a soft laugh. "What bring you guys here anyways..?"

"Oh! We were bored so we though we should visit your workplace! Then maybe do some karaoke too! I haven't warm up my voice for a long time!" Hoseok quips cheerfully. You crack a smile at him. But it was getting hard, because Yoongi was right behind him, staring right at you.

"Oh, sure, sure! Here, this is the package and.."

"How much for an hour?"

Everybody turn to Yoongi.

You gulp. Wow, he really take the breakup well, like you 2 never happen at all.

"Uh, 3000 won for an hour. But if you take 2, you'll get 4500."

Speaking to him after the breakup was hard. You're so relieved that you could at least answer his question in one go. Hoseok, Hyelin and Namjoon banter to look at the both of you. Yoongi took out his wallet and slowly put the money on the counter top, separating you, Namjoon and the 3 of them.

Your hands were shaking, and you avoid eye contact with him, but Namjoon manage to help you and he took over, noticing how nervous you still were around your ex.

"Sure. Here is the key, and.. voila, room 9. You just need to take the left aisle. It's 3 room away from there. Have a nice day guys," Namjoon said, punching the cash registrar and act like nothing happen. Hyelin smirk at this.

Hoseok, who was always clueless about everything smile at Namjoon and pulls Yoongi towards him. Yoongi took the change from Namjoon, barely even glance at you and follow Hoseok and Hyelin to the karaoke room.

"Hey Y/N! Wanna join us??" Hoseok asked. You look at him, Yoongi's back facing you.

"No thank you, I'm working anyways."

Hyelin wink at you. "Alright! Have fun with than dimple hunkie! Thanks Namjoon! Take care of Y/N, ok? She's kind of a naughty girl!"

Hoseok laugh nervously, taking a glance at Yoongi to see if he really did felt nothing. He was right of course, Yoongi's expression was still grim as ever. Maybe his friend already moved on, that's why he doesn't care when he see Namjoon and you laugh earlier.

You bit your lower lip, feeling somewhat sullen that Yoongi didn't show any signs of jealousy towards you and Namjoon's friendship. Namjoon duck his head down, staring at you.

"It's okay Y/N. You're going to get over him. You're a strong girl. You know how Yoongi is.."

"I know. I know him well Joon. Thanks anyway, for helping me earlier."

You stare at Yoongi's back who was disappearing to the karaoke room with your 2 friends.

"You know what's funny Joon?" you turn to Namjoon with a sad smile. Namjoon tilt his head, curious of your question. "When we were in a relationship, he never wanted to go karaoke, he always said he's busy and if I ever planned a date, I need to force him out of bed and drag him around just so I can show people that I had an amazing boyfriend like him. Turns out I was wrong. Seems like he just doesn't wanna go with me."

Namjoon let out a soft sigh. "I've never dated anyone before, so I don't really know what to say if I was in your situation, let alone date someone as quiet and cold as Yoongi.. I'm sorry.. I could only listen to your story.."

You smile at him pathetically. "At least you listen and respond Joonie.. unlike him.."

Namjoon patted your back. He wish he could remove the invisible dagger stabbing your heart. The dagger that Min Yoongi put there.

"Yoongs, let's go to the karaoke bar today! I wanna show you my singing skill! Maybe I can be featured in one of your songs one day! Then I wanted to go eat at that new pastry shop and try their pearl milk tea Hyelin keep bragging about! Can we? Can we??"

You remember how excited you were that day. Finishing class early, coming to visit him at one of the faculty's studio he used to produce his music.

"Karaoke? That place is so loud, I don't like noisy places. Besides, I need to finish my latest track, the seniors need it by the end of the week."

Your smile turn into a frown. "But we haven't gone out much.. I really wanted to try the milk tea.. and take our pictures there to show it to Hoseok and Hyelin.. and everyone else.."

You remember how Yoongi's cold back was still facing you that day.

He ruffle his soft fluffy hair but didn't turn around from his chair to see how sad your expression were."We can just take pictures here.. and why would you wanna show it to anyone anyways? Let's just order the milk tea and told them to send it here, wouldn't that be easier and saves more time then going there? "

You were really upset that day. You just wanted a normal relationship with him just like Hoseok and Hyelin but you tell yourself that maybe Yoongi really need to finish the tracks he was producing. The seniors loves him and called him Prod. Suga. You don't even know why nor question him because Yoongi never talks about all those stuff with you. It's like you're his girlfriend but he has another identity that was isolated from you.

But look at him now. He could make time for karaoke with Hoseok and Hyelin, a noisy place he hates before his breakup with you. It's so obvious that he just doesn't wanna go there back then with you. He's probably ashamed of having someone like you as his girlfriend who likes to show off your relationship.

You let out a disappointed sigh.

I'm sorry for being such a nuisance for you Yoongi. You're free now.

...

The next 2 weeks, a bunch of seniors from Yoongi's faculty came to the karaoke bar. You notice one of them and smile, though you didn't like him that much because he was always troubling Yoongi when you 2 were on your rare date occasion.

"Y/N! Hey gal! Long time no see!" Zhoumi laugh, a bunch of his friends clinging from behind. You let out a polite smile at him, bowing as he close the gap between the 2 of you. "Hello Sunbaenim, yeah.. it's been a while."

Zhoumi and his friends snickers, making you utterly uncomfortable. Okay, you hate him. He always made Yoongi suffers whenever he can't finish his assignments on time. Plus, he was a real asshole, partying hard each night and sleeping with different girls from different faculty.

"Yeah hahaha, of course. I heard about your breakup with our Prod. Suga. Be strong okay? If Yoongi can move on from it quickly, you can too, eventually, heheh.. besides, we all know how much you like him, right? We know who loves more.. so what I'm trying to say is, you can do it too, fighting Lee Y/N!"

You look at him from across the cash registrar, secretly rolling your eyes at the annoying sarcasm. You don't even know or care what he was talking about, until his friend's laughter died down, waiting for Zhoumi to pay for one of the karaoke room. He took out some money and raise his fingers to 3 hours, waiting for the change.

"You seems quite ok about the whole thing huh? I though you would be more depressed but here you are, acting like everything's fine. Come on Y/N, aren't you jealous that Yoongi moved on a little too quick from you?" Zhoumi daunt you, trying to get a reaction.

But you really had no idea what he was talking about. You know if he did, it must be something that would annoy you cause Zhoumi never liked you anyways-

"I heard Yoongi is going out with that hot chic from one of his classes, Fundamental Of Music 103. Suran I think was her name. Aren't you jealous?"

Your fingers stop punching the cash registrar. What? Going out? And with who? Suran? You never heard of her before.

You calm yourself, trying not to be lured into Zhoumi's irritating antic. "No. Why would I be? He's not my boyfriend anymore. He's free to date anybody he wants to."

You weren't okay. You were definitely, definitely going to ask Hyelin and Hoseok about this later. But right now, you can't let Zhoumi see how you're loosing your cool. Zhoumi took the change you put on the counter top and put it in his wallet.

"Hahah, okay then. See ya. When you see them around, give your best to cheer for the new couple okay? Bye!" Zhoumi adds, purposely trying to make you murder him.

He and his friends made some howling voice, acting like a child and went into the karaoke room they rented. You fidget with your finger, anxious of Zhoumi's word as soon as he left.

Who is this girl? This.. this Suran girl? Is she better? How.. and you don't understand. How could Yoongi date some girl when you 2 just broke up a few weeks ago? Does that means.. he had always set his eyes on this girl or something while you 2 were together?

You need to ask Hyelin about this.

...

You didn't need to ask Hyelin about it. Or Hoseok.

People are just so cruel, and you end up knowing about it a few days later after all. Somehow, after Zhoumi's shocking news about Yoongi going out with that girl Suran's rumor, you started seeing the 2 of them around when you went to college. Garam, that sneaky little girl keep on updating everyone, especially you about Yoongi's new love.

Shin Suran. Music Major. Had a beautiful voice as the sweetest nightingale. Yoongi's classmate in Fundamental Of Music 103. Calm and quiet. Can play the ukulele, guitar and piano. Beautiful, talented, kind and a good singer. Had a light caramel hair color. The female versionof Yoongi.

She's so perfect. You want to hate her, but when you tick all the right boxes for Yoongi's ideal types, her against you, she wins. An absolute win.

It made you nervous. It made you want to avoid seeing him at all. You were just trying to recover from him, and this news came as a great shock to you. As far as you know, Yoongi never had a close relationship with any girl before. He was quiet and keep to himself most of the time, the only girl who dare talking to him was you. But maybe you were wrong about him. Maybe you were the one he was keeping out of his world. And maybe you didn't know him at all, even after dating him for 2 years.

Hyelin nudge you softly, waving in front of you who was staring into your own thoughts.

"Hey, sorry that I didn't tell you about that Suran girl before.. it also gave me a great shock, and Hoseok too. Hoseok said he also knew nothing of the girl," Hyelin told you sorrily.

You let out a fake smile. "It's okay, really! I just.. it was shocking you know. Never knew Yoongi and her was close before. And suddenly after.. well.. our breakup, he was hanging around her the entire time."

Hyelin stare into your eyes. "I know how you feel about this whole thing Y/N, you still love him, don't you dare deny it. Just.. stay strong ok babe? If you need anything, just call me or Hoseok or oh! Namjoon! He's a cutie. Why don't you try and ask him out? Namjoon seems very interested in you~"

"Namjoon's just a friend to me Hyelin. Besides, I don't want to do that to him. He can't be my rebound just because I can't get over that heartless guy. I just don't need to see him around, easy. Especially with his new girl-"

And then you saw him with her before you could finish talking.

They were walking side by side, Yoongi smiling at something Suran was saying. You never see him smile that wide, a new kind of smile, a gummy smile. Yoongi was wearing a black leather jacket and a baseball cap, new pair of jeans that seems overdressed which he never wears when he's with you. Suran on the other hand was wearing a white summer dress, short black leather jacket wrapped around her top, paired with some black boots. Her neck sparkled with a bunch of necklace, shining from the sunlight.

They look like the power couple of the campus.

Hyelin grit her teeth as she look at how upset you were, looking away from the 2. She went beside and shield you from looking at Yoongi and Suran pathetically. "There, there, just.. don't look! If you don't look, you won't even know that they're here!"

You smile at her thankfully. You proceed to play with your drinks, waiting for you next class with Hyelin and hide yourself on the picnic table among the other student from being seen by Yoongi or Suran.

But then Hoseok ruined it by yelling at you and Hyelin from across the park. "Jagi! Y/N!"

You glare at Hyelin, "Your boyfriend's voice is really not helpful sometimes."

She mutters a soft sorry and raise her shoulder, feeling guilty at you. You didn't notice this, but as soon as he heard your name, Yoongi stops talking to Suran and look at Hoseok's direction. He turn to look at where Hoseok was waving at and find you and Hyelin sitting at one of the picnic table, where you haven't hang out with both of them after the breakup.

Automatically, his feet made his way to the picnic table as well. Suran call for him in confusion, "Yoongi? Where are you going? The new studio is this way."

Yoongi turn to her. "Oh, sorry Suran. I saw my friends there. I'm gonna greet them for a minute. You can go first, I'll catch up later."

Suran smiles. "Your friends? Wow. Is it just me who doesn't know who your friends are or have I been joining to many club activities to not know that you even have one?" She giggles before adding, "Who would have though the cold introvert music genius Min Yoongi had friends? Introduce me! I wanna know them as well! They must be quiet people like you huh? Since you hate mingling with people who likes to talk a lot!"

Yoongi didn't say anything yet he just smile at her curiosity. "Sure, let me introduce you to my friends. You would be shocked of what kind of circle I'm actually with."

"Hey Jagi! Y/N! Listen listen, I had something to tell you guys!" Hoseok said cheerfully. You let out a soft laugh. "What? That your birthday is in 3 days?"

Hoseok gasp, shocked that you remember while Hyelin giggle at him, pinching his squishy cheeks. "Wait wait wait, how did you..? HAAA, you remember Y/N?! I FEEL SO LOVED RIGHT NOW!!"

You beam a smile at him. "I remember everyone's birthday Hoseok, oh my god, don't be so dramatic!" you laugh at Hoseok's reaction. Hyelin nods. "Yeah babe, Y/N's good at numbers, so she basically remember everything especially after I told her about the birthday dinner you're trying to throw."

Hoseok gasps again, this time, with a pout.

"WHAT?? Aww! You already told her that? I wanna be the one telling her about my birthday dinner!" he sulks but Hyelin cup his cheeks. "Babe! I didn't tell the details, that you can do! I only told her that she's invited awww I'd never betray my baby.."

They're a perfect math. No wonder Hoseok and Hyelin suit each other well. It got you thinking again. About how things didn't work between you and Yoongi. You let out a sigh, again, remembering how you try your best to celebrate Yoongi's birthday with you for the past 2 years.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday Yoongibear!" you yelled as he enters the small studio, looking tired and dreadful.

Yoongi's expression didn't change. He look at the cute strawberry shortcake you made, a single candle lighting up in the center. You look so merry that day, planning the whole thing with Hoseok and Hyelin.

Hoseok and Hyelin leave it all to you after that, as you wanted to celebrate with Yoongi alone. You just wanted to be alone with him just for today, his birthday. Yoongi put his bag pack on the couch and let out a thin smile, walking towards you.

"Come on Yoongibear, blow out the candles!" you told him, seeing how he hesitates to do it at first. He stares at the cake for a long time.

"Do I have to? I mean, I'm an adult, this is so childish.." he mutters softly but you were stubborn, wanting him to feel how special this day is for the both of you.

"Aww pleaseeeee?? I made this cake myself you know! It was just once a year! And it's your special day! Come on, quick, quick!" you told him. Yoongi let out a heavy sigh and finally blew the candles as per your wish.

"Yeay! Happy birthday Yoongibear, here, have a slice for good luck, I-"

"I don't like sweets Y/N. Thank you.. for the cake, I really appreciate it but I can't eat it. Maybe you can give it to Hoseok or Hyelin. And please be careful when you leave, I didn't want the seniors nagging at me if they found the fondants smudging the studio," he told you strictly.

"Y/N?"

Hyelin's voice wake you up from your thoughts. "Oh, sorry, you were saying?" you ask her but the memory that you just replay in your mind made your heart ache, because you finally realize Yoongi never appreciates whatever you did for him, unlike Hoseok.

"I was saying, that my parents were arranging some kind of birthday dinner at this diner near my house, and you are invited my friend. It would be so fun! Don't you worry, everything is payed beforehand so you just need to come and I, Jung Hoseok, the birthday dude allowed you to bring a plus one as your date! I love birthdays! Especially mine! Right Jagi?!" Hoseok announce which made Hyelin laugh at his cuteness.

You contemplate for a second and agree to come, because you loved Hoseok too much. You wanted to ask if he invited Yoongi as well, but then a shadow looms over you. You turn around, just to find Yoongi standing behind you, Suran trailing after him with a sweet smile.

"Hey guys," he said, his deep voice making you feel goosebumps all over. You gulp, avoiding to look into his eyes and turn your back facing him again.

Hyelin wanted to scratch his face, but Hoseok put his arm around her quickly. "Hey Yoongs! Hi.. uh.. Suran.. right??"

Suran nods. "Yeah, wait how did you guys know me?"

Hyelin glare at her. She scoffs, "Who doesn't? EVERYBODY is talking about how you're going out with this ass- ommf!"

"-Of course we know you! You're Yoongi's classmate right?? Nice to meet you Suran! I'm Hoseok, this cutie over here is my girlfriend, Hyelin and this is Y/N!" Hoseok said, covering Hyelin's outburst with his hands.

Hoseok knew you were upset, he's not that much of an idiot to not notice the way you avoid eye contact with Yoongi or even acknowledge Suran in the room right now. He just didn't want things to be awkward, especially if Suran is someone important to Yoongi which he himself isn't sure if Yoongi is dating her right now.

"Oh hi! Nice to meet you all. I'm sorry, I asked Yoongi to introduced me but you knew how he is, so I follow him here to get to know you guys as well! I hope we can be good friends!" Suran said, not noticing how the air between all 4 of you were different.

"Sure! Sure! Uh actually-"

"What's this talk about your birthday dinner?" Yoongi asked suddenly.

You didn't look at him, drinking your smoothie and staring at your shoes the whole time so you didn't have to talk. Hyelin wanted to say that he wasn't invited but once again, Hoseok let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh! I was just about to ask you, I'm having my birthday dinner party at the diner my parent arrange for! But I know you're quite busy sometimes Yoongs, so I don't mind if you can't come-"

"I'll go."

"Huh?"

"What?"

Hoseok and Hyelin stare at him with wide eyes. You were shocked as well, but hold yourself back from turning to him. "I'm going, I can't miss my best friend's birthday party."

Hoseok gaps for the 3rd time. "Really?? Yoongs! My buddy! Alright, alright! I can't believe it! I can't believe you're making time for my birthday party! This is gonna be the best birthday ever! Wohoo!"

Hyelin crosses her arm. Suran smile at the 2 and look at Yoongi as well. "Can I come? I mean.. I wanted to get to know you guys well.. seeing how important you all are to Yoongi," Suran asked with so much gentle and politeness in her voice.

Hyelin's face went from 'WTF' to 'How dare you ask such question' but Hoseok answers before she could even say any of her thoughts, "Sure! Of course.. uh.. you can come! If you didn't know the place, you can.. uh.. come with Yoongi? I don't know.. Ah!"

Hyelin pinches his arms and puckered her lips at your expression which is turning sour as the conversation begin to focus on your ex boyfriend and another girl. But Suran didn't notice this, thinking everything was cool between all of you and reach for Yoongi's arm, linking it with her casually.

"Sure! I'll come as Yoongi's plus one hehe," she giggles jokingly but her action made Hoseok and Hyelin uncomfortable as hell.

"Uh guys, I'll go first, my class is starting soon. See ya." you break the silence and get up, turning the other way so you don't have to see how another girl is being cozy with the guy your heart still belongs too.

Yoongi watch you walk away, your shoulder slump, a cloud on your head. "Y/N is such a quiet person isn't she? She looks nice," Suran told him but Yoongi let out a soft sigh.

Only he knew the truth about how you really are.

...

The day of the dinner came.

You wanted to tell Hyelin and Hoseok countless of times that you weren't going, but that would be immature of you, cause if you don't, that'll just make Yoongi's pride bigger since he would think that you're avoiding him because you're still in love with him.

Yes, you still do so what? Aish! Whatever!

So you decide that you're going cause you can't avoid them forever. Yoongi is still friends with Hoseok and Hoseok will forever be Hyelin's only boyfriend.

And here you are, sitting across Yoongi and Suran without your plus one Namjoon, looking like a loser. You did invite Namjoon, but he told you he had to look after the karaoke bar cause they don't have enough crew. You didn't want to force him, after all it would be petty of you to do that just because Yoongi's bringing Suran around.

You didn't look at him the whole evening, though you sit across each other. You were focusing on your food, without talking to anybody, even Hyelin. You though it would just be the 5 of you, but surprisingly, Zhoumi, that annoying senior who likes to bother Yoongi was also invited. Hoseok didn't invite him because he wants to, Hyelin told you that but it was because he overheard how Suran was so excited about the birthday party with Yoongi's friends so he decide to invite himself.

And Hoseok was too nice to drive him away.

"You had a nice circle of friend Prod. Suga! WOW! I like this atmosphere!" Zhoumi babbles annoyingly, sitting beside Yoongi. Yoongi grins softly. Hoseok and Hyelin looks very uncomfortable with him since they knew how you much you despise him.

"Thank Sunbaenim," Yoongi answers shortly.

You didn't know whether Yoongi was looking at you or not, but you didn't dare to look into his eyes let alone have a normal conversation with him. You wonder, does Suran knows about your past relationship with him? She looks so casual about everything. Maybe Yoongi didn't want to let her know since it would jeopardize their new relationship. Yeah, that must be it.

"So! It's time for the cake! Let's sing happy birthday to my wonderful baby! Thank you for being born! I love you so much Hobie babyyyy~!" Hyelin ease the tension, diverting it to the birthday boy.

You smile weakly, not noticing how Yoongi was giving you a slight glance.

"Thank you! Thank you so much guys, for being here! Jagi! I love you too!" Hoseok yelled, utterly happy with the environment. He was. You weren't.

When the ceremony was over, Hyelin cut the cake into small pieces and hand it out to everybody. You wanted to reach one of the plate but suddenly Yoongi reach for it first, quietly giving the plate of cake to you. You felt awkward, but then you saw him handing out the plate to Zhoumi and Suran as well.

Oh, it's just out of politeness you guess.

You didn't think much of it. So you begin to eat the cake in silence. That's when you hear Suran quirked, "this cake is so good! Mm! Yoongi, have some, here."

Suran put a spoonful of cake in Yoongi's mouth. Hyelin and Hoseok look at you while Zhoumi smirk, noticing how your expression turn bitter. Yoongi hates cake. He hates sweet stuff. But why did he eat that cake when it was Suran who force him to?

You hate yourself. Hate how Suran's existence keeps reminding you how Yoongi never want to do all that stuff with you before because he didn't love you. "Thanks, but that's enough. I'm full, thanks Suran."

You clenched your first, nails digging into your palm under the table. Hyelin and Hoseok look at each other guiltily. Then, the night gets much worst. When the main course arrive, you guys were really starving. You weren't a picky eater, but what you hate about the whole damn meal was that it consist of shrimp and perilla leaf.

Another flashback came into your mind.

"Yoongibear! If we were eating out together and there's a girl, let's say.. it's one of my friend wants you to peel a perilla leaf for them or ah! Shrimps! Would you do it??"

Yoongi look at you, putting his iced americano down. You waited with a smile, anticipating his answer.

"Why would I?"

That answer made your whole day. You look at him lovingly, "Really?? Wait, but why? Because you're scared that I might get jealous? hehe~"

Yoongi's eyebrow wrinkled. "No. Just think logically Y/N. If a girl at our age can't peel shrimp or perilla leaf by herself, doesn't that mean something's wrong with them? Anyhow, I don't think that person deserve to eat shrimps or perilla leaf if they're too lazy to peel it by themselves."

You hadn't expected that clever answer, but Yoongi was right. You weren't that upset at the time, but looking at how Suran was struggling with the perilla leaf and Yoongi picking it up for her, their chopstick collide against each other made you awfully weary.

"WoOoOoO! Is this another one of those perilla leaf to wedding love k-drama?! I like it! You guys are going to be the most awesome, powerhouse couple this year!!" Zhoumi's voice boomed throughout the whole diner.

"Excuse me, can you shut the fuck up? There's people in here.. SUN.BAE.NIM." Hyelin glared at him but Zhoumi shrug his shoulder, muttering 'I'm sorry' with a not so sorry face. Hyelin is really untactful, even if Zhoumi is feared and respected because he's a senior, she doesn't give a 2 fucks because she knows Zhoumi's toxic trait which to annoy you.

You never knew why, but Zhoumi had always hated your relationship with Yoongi. But Yoongi never knew that.. and he never had your back.. since he LOVES this toxic senior of him so much.

"What are you talking about Sunbaenim, Yoongi was just helping me out of politeness. Right Yoongi?" Suran nudged him, which Yoongi replied with a quiet hum.

You bit you cheek to the inside. How can he sit there and act so cool all the while breaking your heart?! Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck everybody!

Hyelin held your hands under the table. You look at her and gave her the 'I'm okay' look. You weren't actually. And Hyelin knew that but god, you just need to make it through the night. You resume eating, trying to peel some shrimp in your plate since you love it so much.

But out of nowhere, a milky hand placed a bunch of peeled shrimp in your plate.

You lift your head, finally gazing into Yoongi's eyes. He stares into yours with an unreadable look while muttering, "You take too long to peel one, just have the ones I peeled."

Everybody stares at the 2 of you. Even Hoseok and Hyelin, who was feeding each other pause in surprised. Your heart beats faster, not knowing why Yoongi did that even that you've broke up.

Sure, when he was still your boyfriend he did stuff like this and it made your heart flutters but not now. He didn't realize it, but Yoongi just made you feel worthless.

Is he looking down on you?

"Thanks, but no thank you. I rather peel MY shrimp by MY self," you said passively, putting the shrimps back in his plate. Yoongi stare at you quietly. There was like a storm brewing in you eyes. Like you want him but at the same time you don't.

Yoongi didn't push the matter further, but he remind you, "Well you better be quick, the place will be closed before you even get to eat your bowl of rice."

Zhoumi laugh out loud, thinking it was such a sarcastic joke while Suran joined in, laughing cluelessly. Hoseok and Hyelin bit their lips, noticing how you were close to crying but remind yourself you're not going to do that in front of him.

You have no appetite to eat anymore. But you force yourself in front of him. You're not weak! What? Just because he's no longer with you he can make fun of your feelings now? Fuck you Min Yoongi!

Hoseok and Hyelin felt so sorry towards you, because what should have been a day for the 3 of you to hang out, became the day you felt as if your feelings never mattered to Yoongi. You wanted to go home, but Suran and Hyelin begged you to stay for one more game before you left and you end up staying. What a stupid decision it was.

The next game were truth and dare and Zhoumi's question towards Yoongi were really just to add the cut in your heart. Yoongi chooses truth. And the question Zhoumi ask him were so outrageous he might go home with a blacked eye by Hyelin tonight.

"Are you seeing anyone right now Prod. Suga? And is she here?"

Hoseok grit his teeth nervously, while Hyelin look at you in pity. Yoongi smile to himself, a long pause on his lips, before confessing, "No, I'm not seeing anyone, but she's here."

Those confession made Suran blush furiously. You saw it with your own eyes. You felt like crying. Why is he so cruel? Must he say this in front of you?? You had just broke up less than 2 months ago! Yoongi is such a cold and heartless guy. You regret having to pour your whole heart out for him for 2 years! 2 Years!

"This game is getting boring, I'll step outside to get some fresh air," Yoongi announced after the shocking confession towards Suran. You stayed quiet at the table, realizing how your hands were trembling with heartbreak. Zhoumi giggle at your expression.

"I'm going to the ladies, be back in a hurry hehe," Suran excused herself, standing up and make her way towards the washroom.

It was just you, Hoseok, Hyelin and Zhoumi left. You 3 wanted to gossip so bad but Zhoumi was there, eating and not caring at all to what he just did.

"Did you just hear that guys? Yoongi's so into Suran now. Sorry about your relationship with him Y/N," Zhoumi fake an expression. Hyelin gaze at the toxic man with furious eyes. "Can you shut the fuck up?! You- if you weren't Yoongi's friend, I would have kicked your balls right this instance! Get out, get the fuck out! You are banned from ever going near us!!" Hyelin yelled, Hoseok trying to stop her from making a scene.

"No, he's right guys.." you said softly, feeling the energy draining you. Hyelin, Hoseok and Zhoumi look at you. "I- I'll go home first. Can you send my goodnight to Yoongi and Suran? Thanks guys, for tonight. Good night."

You pick up your purse and heard Hoseok and Hyelin yells for you to come back but when you step out, the scene in front of you immediately make you cry.

Yoongi was leaning his back again the wall of the diner, while Suran was leaning in to kiss him, cupping her delicate hands on his cheeks. Their lips were so close to each other when they notice you standing there, accidentally staring at the 2 of them. They stop and turn to you, your heart beating so fast in your chest, as if you had caught a forbidden love.

"Oh- I- I'm sorry," you said, shaking at the sigh and run the other way, tears already streaming down your cheek.

"Wait, Y/N! Wait!"

Yoongi let go of Suran's hand and chase after you from behind but it was dark and you were nowhere in sight. He raked his hair in frustration, kicking the small pebble in front of him.

"Dammit!!"

...

You arrive home a few hours after bawling your eyes out at the park near your apartment. It was 3 in the morning, but the tears and heartbreak wouldn't stop no matter what you did. You love him, you still love Yoongi. You wanted him, you wanted him to treat you just how did Suran, you want it all, you want to share your first kiss with him but he doesn't love you.. he DOESN'T LOVE YOU!

WHY?

Why.. just why.. you cried to yourself, wiping the tears with the sleeve of your trench coat.

After a long walk, you finally arrive at your apartment. You were sniffing when you found out a huge lump was sitting on the stairs to your doorstep. You took a step back when you notice it was Yoongi, tapping his legs anxiously.

When he heard your sniffing, Yoongi immediately turn his head towards your direction and stand up. In all his black outfit and black coat, just like that grim reaper from Goblin, he walks towards you in a hurry. You were expecting a scolding or whatsoever he wanted to say but he hugs you.

Min Yoongi, the cold tsundere is hugging you.

He felt so warm. You were utterly confused. What is happening? You shuffle to break out of the hug when you heard his voice on top of your head, "be still for a while, I miss you so much. You make me so worried Lee Y/N."

What? Misses you?

You scoffed. "What are you talking about? Are you ill? Or are you drunk? Let me go Yoongi, we're not together anymore! Making fun of my feeling! Do you think it's funny?! Go to your Suran- she must be waiting for you-"

"You date me when you want me, and break up with me when you don't want me. Don't you think I get to have a say in our relationship too?" Yoongi asked. You were confused. He didn't answer your accusation and instead say something that didn't make sense.

"What relationship Yoongi?? We're over! You- you, you don't love me! Just go! I don't want to see you! Let me- let me go!" you cried, overstimulated. You felt so weak, and Yoongi was so strong even if he has a frail body. He didn't let you out of the hug.

Didn't he hate you? Why did he wait for you and make you feel like a fool? Why gave you a fake hope when all he wants is to get out of this one sided relationship?

He was still wrapping his arms around your small body, lips close to your forehead. "Since when have I ever say that Y/N? Why do you always assume everything by yourself? And I admit, I am wrong as well. I know, I don't show my feelings much, but what? If I didn't show my feelings or say how much I love you, it doesn't mean that I don't feel anything. I'm just bad at expressing my love. I do love you. I love you so much Lee Y/N. Why do you break up with me and think it's ok to avoid me and made me think anxiously about you everyday since the break up huh?"

You stop trying to get out of his embrace, processing his words. "What? No, no, you don't get to come here and say all this stuff just because you felt sorry- because of how I saw you almost kiss Suran-"

Yoongi separate himself from you but still keep you close, cupping your tears strained cheeks with his cold hands. "You don't believe me? I could show you in another way."

Then he gave you your first kiss.

You had waited so long for this. You had waited so long for Yoongi to make the first move during your relationship but he never did. But now he finally did, in the most unexpected time span ever.

He felt nice. Like marshmallow and coffee and shrimps. The way he moves his lips on yours were so gentle and careful. You kiss him back, missing him with your whole existence.

You broke the kiss to get some air while Yoongi pants, wanting more of your sweet lips. You stare into his eyes and now that you look carefully, his always cold eyes show something. A longing, missing stare. He look into yours, before pouring the real things he kept in his heart.

"I wanted to tell you that day when you asked for the breakup about how you were wrong," he explains. "But you didn't try to listen, and rush out of the coffee shop in a hurry. I wanted to tell you.. that the relationship is never one sided, that I had always love you even though I didn't show it often. My Mom knows about you. I didn't tell anyone about you because why would I want nobody important to know? It's enough for me that my Mom, Hoseok and Hyelin were the only ones to know of how much I'm in love with you. I don't want anyone else to look at you, or know anything about you because you're mine. I'm posessive of you."

His confession made your heart pumps louder, you eyes getting teary. Yoongi never said more than 10 sentences when he went out with you, especially embarrassing, cringy stuff like this. He held you close once again, and reach for your hands in his.

"Why do you think I went to the karaoke bar with Hoseok and Hyelin, knowing how much I hate noisy places? I just.. I just wanted to see you. I heard from the guys that you were close with that Namjoon guy from math club so I had to see it for myself. And I was disappointed when I found out how easy you moved on from our breakup. Does 2 years meant nothing to you at all?" he ask which you found ridiculous.

"Of course it matters! And Namjoon's just a friend.. but you! You and Suran! You were the one who seems to have moved on from me! You were always with her, so I though.. it must be true! That you- that you never love me! You show so much expression when you're with her than the 2 years with me.. what was I suppose to think Yoongi?" you sniffed harder, Yoongi looking at you guiltily.

"You- you never ate cakes before but you did with her! You- you even peeled her perilla leaf! I- I hate it! I hate the way you smile gummily when she says something! You never did that with me! And tonight, what? You confess that you weren't seeing anybody but the girl you love is there with us. I know it's Suran-"

Yoongi chuckle at you, "Baby it's you."

You look at him under your teary eyes. "What?"

"I was talking about you, Y/N." Yoongi take your hand and kisses it, caressing your cheeks with his thumb.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for sending mixed signal. Ah- have I known my girl is this jealous and insecure, I wouldn't have been friends with people the opposite gender. I didn't eat the cake you made because I can't eat sweets, not because I don't want to. I never told anyone this.. but sugar makes me dizzy, and I don't want to look weak in front of my girl. Like right now, I'm still dizzy from the cake Suran forced me to eat, but I wanted to be seen as a man in front of you. I'm so sorry that it seems like I didn't appreciate the cake you made for me baby," he told you, his voice soft and careful.

He kisses each one of your finger, his display of affection made you shocked. Is this the Yoongi you had always know? Had he always been this.. loving?

"Suran was struggling with the perilla leaf, and it didn't matter much to me because she was my friend and if Zhoumi saw me not helping her, he would made up some rumors so the seniors won't let me use the studio anymore. I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry baby. I have hurt your heart so much before, especially tonight. At least I get to peel the shrimps for you, I know how much you love it although in the end you turn down my handwork," Yoongi adds, smiling sadly at the earlier event.

You stare at him, seeing how he try to rubbed your hand and warm you from the cold.

"What about the kiss? Why did you try to kiss Suran earlier? You say you were thinking about me the whole time but what was that all about??" you ask him jealously. Yoongi put a strand of hair behind your ear and held your right cheeks.

"She confesses about how much she likes me and after that, attempt to kiss me but I told her that I'm still in love with you. Of course, Suran doesn't know about us before so I told her everything after you ran away from us. She felt so guilty, she also tried to look for you earlier but I told her to go home. Oh baby, you make me so worried you know that? What would I do if something ever happens to you huh?? I would probably never love again."

That was so romantic. You can't help but feel those fluttering in your stomach because you weren't used to Yoongi's sweet words.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I really am. I'm sorry that for the past 2 years, I had made you feel that this relationship is one sided because of my indifference. I'm sorry that I never tell you how I truly felt about you. I'm sorry that I'm not showy about us. Please know that it never was, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding I had cause all these while.." he explain, apologizing for the 1st time.

"I'm not good with words, I'm not good at playing the boyfriend material role like Hoseok did. I'm not good at planning dates, or telling funny jokes but I promise you, I will protect you with my life. I'm sorry that I never tell you of how much I love you, because I though you already know that even if I didn't say it," he adds, his heartful confession made you pouts sadly.

You reach for his face, staring into his eyes.

"Yoongibear.. I wanted you to know, that it's ok to say that you love me sometimes. It's ok if you can't be like Hoseok 100%. I wanted you to be you, not like any other guy. That's why I choose you. I think of you Yoongi. I always did. I still did. I just.. I needed you to assure me, even just for once in a lifetime, that you also feel the same. I always though that you regret having to be agreed my boyfriend-"

"How can I regret you when I know that I can't forget you hmm? I agree to be your boyfriend because I want to, and I love you or else I would have never agree to it in the 1st place baby," he informed you, smiling at you lovingly.

You can feel more tears of happiness trying to spill but Yoongi immediately wipe them with his thumbs, pressing your head to his chest.

"Don't cry, please. I hate it when I made you cry. Especially that night when you asked for the breakup. I know you cried on your way back, that's why you rushed out. I followed you home after that."

You paused. "Really..? What.. why would you do that?"

Yoongi smile to himself. Maybe it's time for him to reveal everything if he ever wants you back. "Y/N.. I followed you back every night just to make sure you get home safe. Even that you never notice it."

You wipe your tears and finally give in to him, hugging his waist. "I love you so much Yoongi. You cold, heartless guy. I went through a lot because of you-"

"Would you be my girlfriend again Lee Y/N?"

His question made you grin to himself. You paused, purposely making him anxious. "I don't know.. would you want to be my boyfriend again? I'm a jealous, petty girl-"

"Shut up before I kiss you," he jokes lightly, earning a giggle from you. Both of you finally clear the misunderstanding that had been bothering you for a long time. Now , you're going to start anew with Yoongi. Your Yoongi.

"Oh, before I forget, wear this," he said, slipping the couple ring you return to him on your finger. You gasps, "You still have it? But you never wear yours!"

Yoongi kisses your forehead. "See? You never notice it didn't you? I wear it on my neck baby. I lost it once and couldn't sleep when my Mom found it at the sink, I must have left there while washing the dishes. I didn't wear it on my finger because I didn't want to lose the precious item I share with my sweet, clingy girl, not because I'm ashamed of you."

You punch his chest gently while Yoongi run his finger through your hair. You and him have never felt so close and so loved towards each other before and this night, everything fits perfectly again.

"Yoongibear.." you called for him cutely.

Yoongi turn to you, humming. "Would you.." you paused and smiled at him like a fox.

"-Like to come in and eat some ramyeon?"

Yoongi was so calm. He let out a soft smile, while you wait for his answer. "I don't like ramyeon, so no thank you."

You let out a huff and stomp your feet, "Ah! That's not what I meant!"

He chuckle at your cute gesture. Tilting his head to the side, he replied, "You'd be pretty flustered if I actually played along baby."

Your face went red. Woah. So he does know what it means. You love what Yoongi and you had now. He is finally opening up to you slowly. "Hehe, I though you didn't know what it means. I'm just joking," you told him again.

He stares at you with a grin. "Baby, wanna know a fun fact?"

"Erm, what is it?" you quickly nods, happy that he's finally starting to drag the conversation. Yoongi played with your hair.

"When we have kids, they could go around telling people they were prod. by Suga."

You laugh at this and the both of you know, you would be laughing the whole night.

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My Favor To You

Albert Wesker x Male!Reader

Warnings: Language, major injury, angst

Won 1st place from this post.

The mansion incident. You don't remember what happened exactly since you weren't fully there. Your body was there, but you weren't conscious. Wesker had joined you in scouting out the area for exits and supplies when you were attacked by a hunter. It ripped open your stomach and you lost too much blood to remain conscious.

Wesker's plan did involve you dying as well, but he had accidentally grown a fondness for you after you became his right hand man. He was going to leave you to bleed out and die for the other S.T.A.R.S. to find you, but the thought of that somehow hurt him.

He took you to a safe space and patched you up enough so no more blood could spill out. You'd survive the event but you'd be unconscious for most likely a long time. Wesker talked Barry into making him take you to the exit Wesker had planned out so then when Wesker was done, he could just worry about getting the both of you out.

It worked. You were in a coma for almost an entire year until you woke up. Wesker wasn't sure why since after just a few days, you were healthy again. Wesker was now hatching his dominating the world plan and wanted you to help him, even if he had to brainwash you into doing it.

He was sitting beside your make-shift hospital bed in a chair, anxiously waiting for you to open your eyes, move your hand, something, anything. He took his glasses off and definitely left his normal mannerisms behind him at the door.

Wesker didn't know why he cared about you so much and why he felt weird whenever you two would accidentally bump into each other or if you were handing him a file and his hand accidentally touched yours, it felt like his heart would stop but he didn't know why. All he knew right now was that he missed the thrill of it, he missed you.

His attention was drawn back to you when he heard you take a deep breath and sigh, causing the heart rate monitor to quicken a little. You began opening your eyes but stopped and tried to cover the light above you since it was too bright. Wesker immediately got up and turned off the light, leaving the dim light from outside the only thing keeping the room from darkness.

You heard the sudden move but couldn't make out anything until the light was off and you rubbed your eyes. "Wesker...?" You muttered, squinting your eyes a bit.

Wesker immediately returned to your side, gently taking your hand. "I'm here." Wesker said softly, caressing your hand with his thumb.

You thought the sudden affection was a little weird and out of character for Wesker but couldn't deny that you kinda liked it. Whatever happened to you must've really made him worry for you if he was acting like this.

"What happened? Where are we?" You asked, not finding your surroundings familiar.

"You're safe. You were attacked by a hunter and it almost killed you. I didn't think you'd make it." Wesker said, his voice became a little shaky at the end.

"Wesker, are you okay? You're acting... strange." You muttered, not knowing what to say.

"Am I scaring you? I'm sorry, I'll go." Wesker said quickly, letting go of your hand and standing up.

"No!" You yelled, pain washed over your senses from not using your voice for a long time. "Please stay. I don't wanna be alone." You muttered, your voice was now a little hoarse.

Wesker nodded before sitting back down in the chair next to you. "What do you remember of the incident?" Wesker asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Finding the helicopter, getting into the mansion, us investigating, and then getting attacked by the hunter." You said, sighing a little. "What happened in the end?"

"Chris, Jill, Barry, everyone died except for us. There was an abandoned lab under the mansion and it had a heli-port on top of it. There was an empty helicopter on the roof and so I used it to get us out of there." Wesker lied, knowing that would be the only way to convince you to stay with him.

You sighed, not knowing what to say. Everyone you knew and became friends with were dead. You felt sad but a part of you knew that joining S.T.A.R.S. might take away people you'd grow close with.

"How long have I been out?" You finally asked, wanting to know everything you could.

"A year." Wesker replied truthfully, gently taking your hand in his again.

You sighed again, not believing it. "So what's the big plan now?" You finally asked, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

"You getting rest and fully healing. I know it'll probably take some time but don't rush yourself, I think I need you now more than ever." Wesker said, his voice soft at the end.

You couldn't help the rising blush on your face at Wesker's words. You've never been told anything like that and it felt like more than a compliment from Wesker.

Wesker chuckled a little, something he rarely does. "Must've said something to make you so red." Wesker said, a smile on his face.

If you didn't have a small thing for Wesker before, you certainly did now. "And where has this side of you been?" You asked, cupping Wesker's face with your hand.

Wesker leaned into your hand, gently holding your hand on his cheek with his hand. "I've been saving it for someone who deserves it." Wesker said, making your heart skip a beat.

You both didn't say anything else but knew how you felt about the other. Wesker moved your hand and kissed your knuckles before letting it rest on your bed. He leaned over you and kissed the top of your head before helping you get more comfortable again.

"Get some rest, (Y/N)." Wesker muttered, smiling to you again.

With that, he left the room to let you rest, you did as he asked. You weren't sure what was going to happen next but you honestly didn't care a whole lot as long as you had someone that cared about you to the ends of the earth, and that someone is Albert Wesker.

#gay #resident evil #male reader #albert wesker

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aesthyuckic · 1 year

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🎃🔮 halloween! ┊͙✧˖*°࿐

based on ‘drunk on Halloween’ by the wallows! angst and mentions of cheating i love Halloween so enjoy!! (hopefully)

Halloween was always your favorite time of year. You loved dressing up, so much so the 1st you’d start planning your costume for next year. You loved the candy and going trick-or-treating when you were younger. The autumn leaves crunching under your feet once they fell into a warm hue was comforting to you. You enjoyed the Halloween movies, all of them something about felt like that nice feeling warming up after being out in the cold. It was the perfect season for you… Until it wasn’t one year.

Last year made you become numb to your favorite season and holiday because being sad and angry wasn’t enough. Your boyfriend, Jisung cheated on you last year on your favorite holiday, even worse it was one of his friend’s girlfriend. You and him were never the same and no one understood why you continued to be with him.

You loved him though, unconditionally and wholeheartedly. You came to realize he was no one the same level as you when it came to love. He may have been a man but he was still a boy mentally. You loathed him for what he did and eventually no love or hate was left for him. Truthfully, you didn’t understand why you stayed with him now. Maybe because you were holding on to something long gone.

You both walked into Johnny’s, a friend of Jisung’s, annual Halloween party he threw for everyone he knew. It doubled as a birthday party for Yuta and Sicheng some other friends of his. He closed the door behind you and silence between the both you was deafening as the music could be heard around the both of you.

You were shocked when the boy took your coat off of your arms and hung it up near the door.

“Thank you.” You mumbled to him.

“Yeah…” He nodded.

It didn’t even feel like you were dating anymore. The conversations shared were incredibly awkward to the point it caused discomfort in the both of you.

“Why don’t we find my friends?” He asked as he came to wrap an arm around you waist to guide you along with him.

Johnny saw the both of you near the entrance and came to great the both of you.

“Y/n!” He smiled as he hugged you. “It’s been forever. This kid never brings you around much anymore! How are you?”

“Busy with college, you know how it is.” You laughed, dryly.

He didn’t know about what happen. There was only four people what knew what happened a year ago and it was you, Jisung, Haechan and Yoona. You all wanted to keep it that was otherwise things would end badly and everyone wanted to move on. It was hard to when you stood in the exact same house your boyfriend hook up with another woman a year ago. That anger began to come back in the pit of your stomach.

“Well good luck. Don’t do anything you’ll regret tomorrow.” He winked. “I’ll see you all later!”

Jisung bid goodbye to his friend both he moved the both of you into the kitchen. Most of the counter was covered in various alcoholic beverages. The boy was about to pick up a beer but you were quick to grab his wrist to stop him.

“Please don’t drink.” You pleaded. “You promised me you wouldn’t drink ever again after last Halloween.”

He saw the sadness in your eyes and retracted his hand, “Alright, I won’t.”

Instead, he just grabbed a cup full of soda. One for you and one for him. The both of you were about to walk out of the crowded kitchen until you bumped into some other people on the way out. Of course it just had to be Haechan and Yoona.

“Oh, hey!” The other girl seemed so chirper in her voice.

How odd was it that she was dressed as a cat and your boyfriend was a mouse that Halloween. A part of you felt like they planned it. They promised no contact with each other again after last year so it couldn’t be. Deep down you knew it could be even if probably wasn’t.

“Long time no see…” Jisung spoke up before taking in a deep breath.

You were uncomfortable and it was obvious the tan boy that stood across from you was as well.

“We were just getting some drinks.” Haechan cleared his throat and swiftly moving passed you two with the girl practically attached to his waist.

You would be dumb if you hadn’t caught that shared gaze between the ex-lovers. Haechan was too busy trying to hide his own anger and jealousy to notice. Though you did and you knew the two of them were much happy with one another… It was obvious even before just the way they smiled and acted around each other before.

You just sighed at the sight before you walked out to the porch. Jisung caught up with you once he was done looking at the girl noticed you were gone. He found you leaned up against the railing outside, looking at the stars that he once remembered were your favorite. Your expression under the moonlight slightly hidden by the witch’s hat you wore yet a somber expression still poke out.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, quietly against the muffled music.

You took a deep breath in, “Is there a reason we’re together still?”

“What are talking about?” He scoffed.

“You haven’t told me you loved me since last year… I don’t think you love me.”

“You haven’t let me touch you since last year.”

“It’s not about sex, Jisung. Love exists with out.”

“And sex exists without love, what’s your point?”

“Is that the reason you slept with Yoona for fuck’s sake? Because I wasn’t psychical enough with you? You know I was busy with midterms then. You couldn’t just wait? You’re that much of a whore?”

“What else was I suppose to do?! It’s like we weren’t in a relationship anymore!”

“Are you kidding me?! That’s what you say?! Is that the only reason you were with me?! You didn’t have to ask me out, you could get hook-ups if you wanted. You didn’t have to date me to get a vulnerable part of me when you get that with someone else!”

Everything went silent. The boy’s expression had yet to soften and you had grown tired of the push and pull with one another. You finally sighed and just gave it.

“You know that? I’m done with you. Feel free to do whatever you want at least you don’t have to cheat anymore. Pick up your stuff in the morning.”

You were about to walk back inside before he grabbed your arm. You looked up at him. He saw there’s a plead behind your eyes. One that just begged him to let you go after all this time. It was painful.

“Please, don’t keep doing this to me.” You whispered on the verge of tears

His grip finally loosened and you were free. You went straight for the kitchen looking for liquor. Something that would help feel okay that moment and you found a tequila bottle you i used to fill a shot glass up with and wash down your throat. One shot, two shot, three shot before you filled up a red solo cup with a little more before you sat down on the couch in the living room full of people.

You saw multiple people hooking up with one another and another sense of hatred for this holiday was found for you. Tipsy, you sipped off the plastic cup with your arms crossed.

“What’s up with you?” A soft, soothing voice asked.

You turned to see Haechan in his vampire costume standing there, looking at you. He had the same red cup in his hand. Though obviously probably with soda or juice judging by his composure.

“I broke up with Jisung…” You confessed to the boy.

“You should’ve awhile ago.” He shrugged.

“Why do you care?” You huffed. “I didn’t think you’d want me around since the last time we were around or talked to each other you saw your best friend in bed with your girlfriend.”

“Not your fault. You also saw your boyfriend in bed with his best friend’s girlfriend so… I don’t I’m a positive reminder either.”

“Who cares? It’s finally over. For me at least.”

You took another sip from your drink that you held in your cheek before you looked at the people in front of you. You saw the bleach blonde in the crowd of people. He stood out a bit and you saw him walk up the stairs before he took someone’s hand. Of course it was Yoona, who else would it be? You chuckled bitterly before swallowing the liquid. The boy in the vampire costume had his back turn to the scene since he was talking to you. Unaware that your ex and his girlfriend went up to an empty bedroom.

“What do you think he’s doing now?” He asked you.

“You probably don’t want to know.” You answered.

“Why do you say that?” He huffed.

“It involves your girlfriend.”

“I kinda figured they never stopped seeing each other honestly.”

He sat down next to you. His expression was rather sad but again who’s wouldn’t be? Seemed like just a painful memory from last year… You quietly offered him the rest of your alcohol. He stared at it for a moment before he took it and chugged it down. You didn’t need much more anyway as you were already starting to feel out of it. The feeling was something that relieved you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, genuinely curious about your well being at the moment.

“I’m relieved and I feel free…” You answered. “It’s not just the alcohol talking. A lot of people say love is a choice at one point and I kept trying to force it on someone who didn’t want to make that choice. I don’t know how to phrase it but I feel much better.”

“That’s good.” He chuckled with a small smile that was warming to the heart.

“Are you okay though?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve felt the same way as you.”

A softer song started to play. The type of song you could feel during a melancholy evening when you were out of it. You actually like it and was a different pace from the last few songs and everyone was too busy to complain.

“Do you want to dance with me?” You turned to ask him. “I think we deserve to enjoy the night too.”

He seemed rather shocked but the abrupt confidence he didn’t see previously. His expression was just blank as he blinked a few times.

“Okay…” He mumbled.

As soon as the letters left his lips you were up and yanking on his hand to pull him up. He trailed behind you to the middle of the living room. He expected for you to let go but you didn’t. You faced him and grabbed his other hand just to move him along with you. Your hands were cold while his were quite warm. It made for that comfortable feeling you loved about the cooler weather. His hands were soft… and pretty which were just bonuses you happened to notice when your hands held each other perfectly.

You had a goofy smile plastered on your face as you felt a little less alone. Your face a bit flushed from the alcohol but it kind of just made him smile in return. With a concept of lost time, the both of you dance with each other (not well but for the sake of good fun) like no one else was like even around you. But in fact you were getting weird stares from other people, maybe it was the uncoordinated moves or maybe it was the fact everything still thought you both had significant others that weren’t each other.

It was clear you both were having the time of your lives though. That’s all that truly mattered in the end. You started laughing and Haechan followed shortly behind you. You leaned on him trying to cover your mouth in an effort to stop but the more he laughed, the more it infected you and the more you laughed the more it got to him…

It was a shocked when Jisung and Yoona had come downstairs from their rendezvous to see you both clear as day under the lilac light in the center of the living room. The tanned boy had his arms wrapped around you as you continued to giggle on his shoulder as you swayed with one another. The look of pure happiness has become almost unknown to the blonde boy… Something in him dropped with that knowledge. It didn’t help that the vampire with the witch looked so much better than the mouse with the witch.

He looked over at Yoona who had her nose scrunched up. It was obvious she was pissed, it seemed like jealousy even. She seemed even more appalled at the face that you and her (ex) boyfriend had walked out of the party arm in arm as she just watched from the stairway. It wasn’t long after she received a text from Haechan breaking up with her.

The next morning you woke up with a hangover. You were still in your costume but in a very unfamiliar bed with the sheets bunched around you. It was only when you looked at the floor and saw the man in the vampire costume curled up on the floor that you realized where you were. He was sound asleep and dare you say cute as you heard little snores from his lips. You looked over at the night stand to see two glasses of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on surface with a note. You took the pills before you even picked up the note.

‘Thanks for giving me the courage to break up with Yoona, finally. Maybe we can be friends.’

You found yourself smiling before you looked over at the boy. Maybe. For some reason you loved that. You got your stuff, ready to go and get home so you could finally clean yourself up and get rid of things. Before you could, the boy woke up with a groan.

“I didn’t even drink much last night but my head hurts still.” Haechan moaned.

“Poor baby.” You mocked with a snicker.

His head popped up as he looked at you through his puffy eyes, “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I woke up not to long ago.”

“Hmm.”

“Thanks for dancing with me last night even though we barely know each other.”

“It was fun…”

You nodded in agreement. You came to him and crouched down next to him.

“And thank you for making me like fall and Halloween again.” You confessed before you left a quick, sweet kiss on his cheek.

He was shocked once again, in a good way though. You were out quicker than he could’ve responded. Perhaps he shouldn’t feel such a ping in his heart if you were two were going to be friends…

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librarianandguardian · 2 years

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The reality of feeling - Sky x Fem!Reader - Pt.2

Pairing : Sky x Fem!MindFairy!Reader

Words : 1876

Warnings : Angst (Hurt but confort soon after), Swearing

-> Part 1 !

Request from @fatewinxsagalover : Hiii! I have a request could you do a sky x Female!reader( mind fairy)Reader where sky fell in love with her then ask her out. After when he found out that she can control mind he’s questioning if his love for her is real or she manipulated him. She also left Alfea cuz she was scared of what gonna happen to her and when the burn one attack the school she came back to help Can you make lot of angst and fluff at the end :) thank you

A.N : PART TWOO BABAY ! Again, and I think i will forever be so sorry this took so long. I caught Coronavirus during a two day long shoot at work while on my periods (aka very little immune system), then had to complete two entire concept files in a month, which took a lot of my creative hours out of me. AND THEN HEAT CAME ON AND STUFF UGH. But it’s here ! I just want to say that if you are a teenager struggling at the moment with feelings and emotions, I’m rooting for you. It sucks but you’re still here and it’s amazing. Proud of you :) I hope you’ll enjoy this part 2. It concludes my 1st TUMBLR Request Ask of my entire life. Thanks for the prompts everyone :3

PROOFREAD (if my eyes didn’t skip a beat lol)

The promise of September was a lie. No signs of her.

The hope of October was shattering.

Halloween passed with no fun on the horizon, but a ghost coming back to Alfea, as the Burned Ones were reappearing.

In order to make her come back quietly, Head Mistress Farah had decided to not make a fuss in front of the entire school as (Y/N) (Y/L/N) walked Alfea’s grounds again.

“Are you feeling better, young lady ?

-Much, yes. This time away has been resourceful. Not as much as I hoped. But two months was a good start.”

Farah smiles, patting her shoulder. Silva, retreated in the back of the office, waits to see if one question comes up.

“Professor Silva… the girl turns to him, is Sky okay ?”

To that, the poor man sighs, remembering his discussion with the boy.

“He managed. But talk to him. Unanswered questions are no good. Expect a bit of a fight.”

She nods before looking down.

“Sometimes I wonder how we manage to keep all of them on track.”

Farah seeped her cup of tea, looking through her office window. Silva beside her, they both observed as Sky crossed (Y/N) in the grass. They stopped, looked at each other, glued in place.

“Because we’ve been there ? Though I don’t think we know what these two feel like. Truly.”

The girl fiddled with her hands, trying her best not to break eye contact. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. She had trained so much for this moment, not realising that seeing him again would trigger guilt. Sky was dumbfounded, wondering if ghosts could, in fact, be real out of the Halloween period.

“Hey.” was all she could manage.

And that brought him back crashing down to reality. She was real, she was here. Her first words for months to him. A lot of things boiled inside his heart, burning up his brain. The pain, the sadness, the anger, but also a smidge of relief she was alright.

"Where have you been ?" was all he could think of, hurt as he was.

Somewhat encouraged that he still wanted to talk to her, she took a step closer, nervously looking up to Farah's office window.

"Can we talk somewhere else ? By the river ?"

He sighed, before nodding. She seemed so nervous, maybe breaking down now wasn't the best ? But the breakdown would be due. They moved to the river. Farah and Silva sighed.

“Let’s hope it goes down well.”

The more Sky walked, the more the anger grew. A deep hurt punctured his heart. His eyes detailed her, wondering how he should approach this. He had all the rights to be angry, right ? A few students looked at them quizzically as they passed by. The coverage of the trees nearby the water offered them privacy. (Y/N) turned to Sky, fidgety.

“Should we… Maybe we should sit.”

The boy nodded and followed her moves, standing a few feet away from each other. A long silence stretched, a few heavy breaths falling. The girl had prepared for this. However, now that she was in the moment, she realised that what her mother had told her was mortifyingly true.

No one is ever ready for this kind of conversations. Not even adults. We’re still scared shitless.

Scared of what, Mom ?

Losing.

(Y/N) was terrified she would lose Sky forever after this.

“Did I ever truly love you ?”

The boy’s hand played with the grass under him, head low. The silence had left a chance for his brain to turn to dark corners. Acting impulsively, his emotions took the best of him. But my, it is normal for a teenager to happen right ?

You might not be as nice as you wish at first, my boy. But your heart is in the right place. You are hurt. It’s okay. Just try to remember she went through a hard time too.

That question left the poor girl speechless.

“What… What is that supposed to mean ?

-Oh please. I know you can control minds.

-No Sky, that’s not what I meant.”

He looked at her, unfazed on the outside, standing on the edges of the dark abyss of his doubts in his mind. She seemed hurt and confused.

“Do you really think I mind control to… love me ?”

The boy sniffed, wiping his nose. (Y/N) was flabbergasted.

“Why ?

-How not ?!”

The dam broke.

“You kept so much from me. The nature of your powers, damn it ! I discovered it because Stella pushed you to do it in front of me !”

They both got up, pushed by their respective angers.

“Why do you think I hid it ?!

-I don’t know ! That’s the problem. And two days later, without any message or anything from you, I learn, through Silva, that you’re on time out for the rest of summer ?!”

Sky rubbed his face, trying to prevent the tears. (Y/N) felt something boil in her blood.

“You don’t know what it’s like !

-Yeah well you never told me, so of course I can’t ! God, (Y/N), you said absolutely nothing for 2 MONTHS !”

She sobbed. Looking back, she indeed fucked up. The boy’s heart broke at the sight. Her mind remembered every step of the way. He had all the rights to be mad.

“I’m so sorry. For everything but I…”

Another sob broke free of her lungs. Her fear of losing him had messed with her mind, poisoning the roots of the relationship from the start. She knew this question of control would pop up if she gave all her secrets to him. It was what pushed her to never date anyone prior to that. How could she make it right ? They were at the cross-roads now. Depending on how she would handle this, everything could go either south or perfectly. (Y/N) took a deep breath in.

“I swear I never controlled you.

-And how can I make sure of that ?”

She nodded, trying her best to suppress her sobs. Sky knew he was being merciless, but knowing her, if he didn’t push her a little, she would lose her train of thoughts. She sniffed.

“Is there any point in our relationship that you feel like you're missing in your memories ? ”

Tricky question. Sky thought. (Y/N) took the opportunity to blow her nose, helping her focus on the matter at hand instead of sniffling. She drank some water out of her bottle. He stared at her, quizzically.

“Why ?”

She cleared her throat. He was a trustful boy. Telling him it all wouldn’t hurt. It took her all summer to realise this simple fact. The reason why she broke her “no dating” promise. She still loved him very much.

“Okay so, when I mind control someone for a short period of time, less than an hour, they feel like they're watching every action through a cathodic TV. When it’s a day or two, I tried it once with a willing friend, they told me that they felt like dreaming. Blurry vision, bits and pieces missing. Like a few seconds. So from the day or two experience, I deduced that If I was to control someone for extended periods of time, they would lose huge chunks of important memories. Farah told me that the lost memories would mostly come from when I’m around the controlled mind, since the intensity of my power would be at its peak.”

It was the first time she talked so fervently and openly about her powers. Taken aback at first, Sky felt his heart swell at the fact that she trusted him for that. It never really seemed like it before they non officially parted. Why did she never confide in him ? His face softened, looking away, which eased (Y/N).

“I mean… Apart from the lack of sleep, I don’t feel like it happened.”

Courage overrode her brain.

“I would never do that. Ever. I know how risky this power is. With my impulsivity, it’s even worse.”

(Y/N) came a little closer to him; enough for him to sense her presence, but far enough to not invade his space. Was he believing her, truly ?

“I fucked up, at these words he looked into her eyes, I should’ve texted you. I’m sorry.”

She took a moment to break eye contact. His eyes conveyed his hurt, but less; her explanations clearing the fog between them.

“Sky. The reason why I fell for you is simple : you effortlessly make me feel at ease. I’ve always felt so anxious at school because of my power. My parents kept on monitoring me and making sure I understood that taking advantage of that power would lead me to failure. Yet here you come, with your kindness and honesty, and you rock my world. You rock my world to stability.”

The boy teared up, looking away again. He was not ready for that confession. The back of his hand wiped his nose. He should have fought for more answers; why couldn’t he ?

“(Y/N)...

-I don’t want to lose you, Sky. But I don’t want to hurt you again.”

His eyes met hers. Maybe that’s why; her honesty. The last walls of her heart were falling. For him.

“I will understand if you don’t… want me back as your girlfriend right now. I don’t mind being friends with you. Especially with the comeback of the Burned Ones.”

He chuckled, nervous at that mention.

“You heard about it.”

She nodded, followed by him. A small silence settled. (Y/N) fiddled with her clothes, eyes down. This went down better than expected. Maybe they did it right. That didn’t stop the strong need to hug each other and just lay here in the grass. Not letting things go easily, but still needing to show he cared, Sky hugged her. Surprised, she left her arms dangling for a few seconds, before slowly snaking them around his torso. They took in the scent of each other, the heat of their bodies softly irradiating, the softness of the hold they had on each other. The boy put his chin on her head, staring off in the void.

“Promise you will tell me everything. No more secrets.”

(Y/N) exhaled, her hands clasping his shirt a little tighter.

“I promise.”

With that, his lips graced the crown of her head with a gentle peck, before pulling away slightly. It is true that teenagers have a tendency to act on impulse; carried along by their feelings. However with a bit of kindness and some knowledge, they learn boundaries and how to embrace each other's flaws. Because all they want is to understand the world, their loved ones and themselves; no stranger to making amends, perhaps even the ones that are more suited to do so. We think that they need to get it all out raw, but the fall out of such actions can lead to traumatising event.

Teenagers are kind if you don’t hurt them. They want to know what everything is like; to be better than all the adults they know on their treatments of feelings. That’s the reality of their feelings.

#fate the winx saga #sky x fem!reader #fate sky #sky x reader #angst #x reader #request #imagine

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mrsjavierp · 5 months

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Where you belong?

Chapter 2 - Wasted Times

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing, bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader. The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Javi's 3rd)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: thanks so much for all your love and curiosity, I've got 4 chapters written by now, I don't know how many will be nor the ending yet.

To make it fun, lets add a song to it:

Y/N's POV - 1st Person

The weeks flew by without me even noticing: Between an apartment to find furniture, trying to catch up all that they did about Escobar before I arrived, a routine seemed impossible.

Rights and wrongs, new problems and struggling to find solutions.

And, of course, Javier Peña was fulfilling his bad fame towards bosses.

Sometimes, his name tasted like whiskey in my mouth: bitter.

Peña was, in fact, an intelligent agent... But oftentimes got blindsided by his arrogance or for being a pretentious jerk.

Sometimes, his own dick betrayed him.

"Oh, for fuck sakes, Peña! You still don't get it, do you? No, we're not sacrificing a squad like this! We need to be more reasonable! Enough with wasting DEA's resources!"

He made a noise, frustrated.

"Y/LN, things here were always like this. It's not..."

My mocking laugh interrupted him:

"¡Díos mio, Peña! (My God, Peña!) And it worked perfectly, right? And they brought me from hell just to see how beautiful Colombia is? 'Cause this stupid and dated strategy is working... No, we're doing it my way."

Murphy tried to interfere:

"Y/LN, with all due respect..."

My fist hit my table, really fucking angry. They were not expecting this kind of attitude from their "girl boss".

"¡Callarse las bocas! (Shut up!) ENOUGH!" - I screamed. - "If you want to get yourselves killed, be my guest, however, leave my office and this position! I'm not authorizing, not like that. I want to get Escobar as badly as you, but I'm not risking anything. Yes, he's a hijo de puta and would love to shoot his head, but if we do it right, we can make him pay... But with the extradition. I'm not arresting and leaving him here."

Peña left my office, probably seeing red. Murphy took a breath and went right behind.

It was Friday, for fuck's sake. I decided to dismiss all of them earlier. I needed to rest as well.

While everyone was talking their ways, Murphy knocked on the door again:

"Jefe, let's blow-off some of this and get a drink, we all could use." - pointing out Peña as well.

Peña rolled his brown eyes to Steve.

"Gracias, Steve. I'll join you. You better call Connie, she'll be the lightness that we need... No talk about work, dios mio."

Murphy smiled and called to her, to come meet us at the bar.

"You're coming, Peña?" - I invited him, as I got my belongings.

"No, jefe."

"Peña, don't take it personally. Doesn't have to be like this. Let's go get drunk, first one is on me."

He took a deep breath and came with me and Steve.

"Mi amor, cuatro tequilas, por favor." (My love, four tequilas, please) - I ordered to the barman, wearing my most charming smile available.

It worked out fine, actually, they came and kept coming as we wished.

Reggaeton with this sensual and smooth rhythm was being played at the sound box, yet, no one was dancing.

Not now, at least.

"Wow, nice, jefe. I think the barman is not leaving... Not without you!" - Murphy and Connie laughed and Javier turned his face, not looking at us.

"That boy is not my type anyway, mi amigo, thanks for the compliment... Well, got us drinks, so served its purpose." - I laughed, trying not to think about going home alone.

"The way you speak Spanish is so natural, so beautiful, Y/N... Are you also a latin, like Javi?" - Connie asked.

"Yes, I'm of Latin origin, but I was born in NYC... My family is pretty much a stereotype of big and latin..." - I looked at Javier, who seemed so far away. - "Javier, I assumed you were indeed, but I hate to be wrong. Nice to have a Latin fellow here."

"I'm Tex-Mex, jefe." - he said, without any emotion in his voice.

As the night passed by us, tequila took us far from problems at the DEA. Actually, tequila made us laugh, even made me dance with Connie.

Javier remained quiet and distant. Something felt off about him.

My body was sweating, my skin felt hot. I knew that feeling: I was reaching my alcohol consumption limit.

Truth be told, dancing was the red flag for me.

Whenever I wanted to escape something on my mind, I went out dancing and drinking. Ever since college, ever since I started my career at NYPD, I'd love to escape like this.

I excused myself and went to the restroom, to check the way I looked: not that bad, as a matter of fact, my black dress and heels were okay, my hair a little messy, my red lipstick were lighter than it should be, so I just made a retouch.

When I came back to your table, Murphy was gone, slow dancing with Connie in his arms, Javier was distracted, still very far from us.

I took my seat, across from him.

To crack up a conversation, I started:

"They're so much in love, aren't they? It's genuinely beautiful to see them, when we're used to so much violence..."

"I've got to agree, jefe... I wish I could have that kind of sentiment, to truly feel that..." - He added, appearing bitter.

Honestly, I was bitter myself and agreed:

"Me too, Peña... Me too."

At that moment, we shared this... Look, a bit longer than anything appropriate.

"Why do you hate me, Y/N?"

I laughed, I didn't hate him. He got all wrong, thank God. My cue to go, or else.

"Good night, Peña."

Drunk and horny, I drove back to my place and went to bed, alone.

Narrator's POV:

The last thing he heard from her was a lame "Good night, Peña."

He drank up until the last drop of his whiskey.

Javi closed his eyes, wishing her.

No, craving.

Javier paid his part of the check and left it to one of his... Girl who wasn't his friend.

"I'm not fucking my fist, not tonight." - it was a promise to himself.

About 9 A.M., Javier entered the hall of the apartment complex he lived in.

Not entirely sober, his movements were slow, as he made an effort to find his door, when light, calm steps walked towards the path he passed by just a moment ago.

His head was hurting, his last night clothes smelled like sweat, sex, cigarettes and alcohol.

Took a little while until Javier recognized the beautiful woman wearing a tight gray gym set...

"This can't be happening... You've got to be kidding me..." - Javier grumbled to himself.

She was even hotter wearing those shorts and crop top.

"Peña? What the fuck are you doing here?" - she asked.

"I live in here, Y/LN... Buenos días, vecina." - Javier pulled out his keys, shaking them, wishing to be wrong about Y/N being his neighbor.

"Holyfuck..." - she cursed. - "I thought I would have some peace at home..." - and as she came, she left quickly and slammed the door to the streets.

Peña, with all the strength on his whole body, entered his place and put his body under cold water, ignoring his hard dick.

Well, how could he ignore it?

The cold shower gave what felt like shocks to his skin. It almost hurts, but he couldn't leave like this, so he fucked his fist one more time, as if he haven't been fucking some chick for hours, until dawn.

His handjob was different this time, if so, even worse than any other, his fantasy was so much closer.

Because, now, he knows...

She lives right there.

Just a few steps...

He still felt hated, however, by someone he would and could make hard.

Her words made an eco into his mind:

"Good night, Peña."

"Mi amor, cuatro tequilas por favor."

"Peña..."

Javier Jesus Peña only prays for two things, now:

That he could see his son before he died.

That his fantasies towards Y/N passed as fast as it came. His guilt and inability to do some or anything were almost killing him.

His load blew on him, while he moaned Y/N.

"Death by hard on" - he made a joke, feeling as dirty as when he walked home.

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niffala · 7 months

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As I Lay Dying

Pairing: Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

Summary: Another day, another flower added to my grave, but I still love him just the same.

Warnings: angst, pining, unrequited love, Hanahaki Disease, implied character death

A/N: Short and bittersweet. Written in 1st person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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I wish I could tell him how much he meant to me. Confess what I held so close to my chest. How much I lived for his smile. How every time our eyes met my world stopped. How much it pained me that he always looked away first, shame marring his perfect face. How our almost kiss still made my lips tingle. How life seemed pointless without him around.

How I'd get down on my knees to beg him to come back.

He was like the stars, to be adored, but never touched. Maybe if I'd only tried harder. If I kept reaching, raising my hands to the sky and hoping. Dreaming. Stretching myself into an impossible shape just for the chance to see love in his eyes when he looked back at me.

It was a foolish wish. Each time he looked away, I was reminded of it. Of a love I could never voice. A yearning so great it manifested into something terrible, tangible… deadly.

I remember the first petal. We were hanging out with friends when he sat next to me, hand brushing against my own. He commented on how cold I was. Then he covered my hand with his warmer one. Leaving it there for what felt like hours, but were probably minutes. My soul soared to the cosmos… until he let go. Dropping me as soon as he saw her walk in.

Seeing them together made my heart tighten, my stomach twist and my lungs burn impossibly hot. I began coughing uncontrollably, excusing myself to the bathroom. Sucking water from the tap, trying to clear my airway. When the spasms stopped, I found a solitary petal in the sink. It had a deep purple hue, almost black in color. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I know now I should have.

It happened again, then again, and again. Each time there were more petals, until I began throwing up whole flowers. Most of which I didn't have a name for. The colors though; Midnight blue, indigo, amethyst, burgundy, crimson, onyx. Always different, always dark. Rich and remarkable.

There was a name for this; Hanahaki Disease. A condition that took one of the worst feelings in the world and made it equally gentle and violent. Added beauty to the pain. Yes it will kill you, but look at the pretty flowers. Look what love creates even when it isn't returned. A miracle and a tragedy rolled into one. Yeah, I guess that summed up love pretty well.

I feel the hot trail of tears slide down my face as another wave of coughing hits, expelling a large flower into my hand. Even with blood staining it, I still find it beautiful. I treasured my destruction. Keeping each one so my room now overflowed with them.

I set down the blossom, resigned to my fate. I could try to save myself. Get to the hospital and have them rip it out by the roots. Suck out the poison. Erase this devastating love.

No!

I could never do that. I'd rather spend my last moments thinking about him. Letting this love choke the life out of me. My body would be found surrounded with the gorgeous blooms. Their perfume masking my decay. A heartbreakingly perfect garden.

Would he finally see me?

Would he know it was for him?

Would he care?

Or would he pluck a flower from my broken chest and give it to her?

My breath stutters, struggling for just a few more minutes. Living for the images in my head. Holding onto and replaying the memories that created every soft lethal petal.

I hope to be buried with them all. They are evidence my love was real. That there was a reason for all of this and it was beautiful.

More than anything, I hope he knows I never regretted a single moment.

He was worth it.

The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

#niffala fics #steddie angst #steve harrington angst #eddie munson angst #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie

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sugaabooga · 2 years

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new year, new me

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Supernatural

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: PG-13, mentions of blood, death, corpses, grief, afterlife, mild cursing

Synopsis: Every New Year everyone forgets who he is or was. Yet he wins you over every single time.

This time… it’ll be different, he tells himself.

“Hey!”

He hears you greet every person at the door alongside your best friend who bows ninety degrees at each guest just like the gentleman he is. As he always was.

“Oh my goodness,” you gasp. “So nice to see you, Grace!”

He takes a deep breath, taking a step closer to the door.

“Seokjin,” you breathe out, giving the man a tender hug. “So glad to see you. Literally.”

He frowns at your interaction. Were the two of you always so close?

“Merry New Years Eve, sir,” you bow with a sweet smile. “Your wife is already inside with Felicia.”

“Of course she is,” the man grumbles, thanking you with a curt nod.

Finally, he reaches the front door, receiving a polite bow from your friend Jungkook and waiting for you to turn around to face him.

He holds in a breath as you turn around, eyes lighting up and a bright smile forming across your face.

“Joon,” you wrap your arms around his neck, giving a small peck on his cheek before you pull away.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/N,” Namjoon says in awe as you bashfully look down at his tie.

“You clean up nicely as well,” you reply, pushing away the urge to oogle at him in a suit fit. “I’ll see you inside.”

Namjoon can’t hold in his grin, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before heading into the venue. Every year your company holds a New Years Eve party that you plan as the head secretary.

And every year, Namjoon reapplies for employment in order to casually bump into you and start a workplace romance.

Five years ago was when Namjoon officially began to be erased from the entire world’s history. That first year, all Namjoon could apply for was the night shift janitor. The next year he got lucky and obtained a spot as a receptionist. The one after that he barely managed to get a part-time job as the lobby’s cafe barista. Then last year, the universe had put him right under your management as one of the assistant secretaries. Namjoon thought that this was it. It had worked out so perfectly you had to remember him now. But once again, January 1st, 12 am hit and Namjoon woke up sweating in his bed as if the entire year was yet another dream.

This year, Namjoon failed to get a job in the company. Every possible job in and around the building was taken as if now the world was telling him to give it up. Perhaps that was the answer to put an end to this weird loop. He had to give you up and start a new life that didn’t involve you.

But a few months back, you came walking in through the bar doors. With a deep sigh and a shrug of your coat, you had taken a seat right next to Namjoon. Your tight bun released to hang over your shoulders, mascara and eyeliner slightly smudged, lips chapped by the dry, fall wind, and the top buttons of your blouse pulled loose brought him right back into the palm of your hands.

Unable to let this insane coincidence pass by, Namjoon had immediately taken action, getting your number and taking you out on dates until once again, you were in love and Namjoon had fallen for you once more.

Namjoon hoped that this time would be different.

“Mr. Kim,” a velvety voice greets him. Namjoon turns around to meet eyes with the man who had given you a long, touchy hug (not what happened) at the entrance.

“Hyung,” Namjoon nods, shaking his head with a laugh at the way his friend had formally addressed him. Every year, every person forgets Namjoon but out of them all, Seokjin appeared to perceive some kind of familiarity by Namjoon. Halfway into the second year was when Seokjin appeared at the company. Every time Namjoon ran into Seokjin at the office after that, Seokjin stares and says, “Have we met before?”. And a friendship repeats.

“Can’t believe another year’s done and over,” Seokjin mutters as he swishes his drink and takes a big gulp.

Namjoon hums in agreement. How many more for him?

“Any New Year resolutions?”

Seokjin laughs. “Mine’s been the same ever since I came into the company.”

Become the marketing team’s team leader.

“And start a family,” Seokjin says. Namjoon stares bewildered. Seokjin had never shared that before.

“Too bad the right lady still has yet to show up in my life,” Seokjin gives Namjoon a knowing glance. “How do you do it?”

Namjoon lets out a short laugh and smiles. “I don’t do anything. Y/N’s the one who accepts me as I am and gives me a chance.”

Seokjin chuckles before throwing his head back and downing his shot. His eyes slightly linger at the warm lights above them, illuminating the room. Before Namjoon can ask if he’s okay, Seokjin gets pulled into a conversation by one of the higher-ups’ sons, Taehyung, another close friend of Seokjin’s.

Namjoon gives Seokjin a small wave as he apologizes and trots after Taehyung, probably with hopes of getting in a talk for a promotion.

“You come here often?”

Namjoon whips his head towards your voice and breaks out into a hearty laugh at the playful glint in your eye.

“Mmm… Once a year, I suppose,” he plays along.

“Oh? You trying to make this a regular thing now?” you laugh, grabbing yourself a drink.

Namjoon lets out a forced smile, never getting used to the disappointment he feels whenever he realizes that you really have no recollection of him in the past years.

“I mean,” he starts. “Why not?”

You pause in your movements, staring at Namjoon for a good second before turning away and taking a sip of your drink.

Namjoon hides his smile with a cough, knowing that you’re probably trying to hide your own out of your awkward shyness.

“Miss Y/N,” a gruff voice interrupts, making you whip around in surprise.

“O-Oh. Mr. Hemglo,” you greet, plastering on a smile that you save for business affairs. Namjoon takes this as a sign to leave, gesturing to you where he’s going to be. You give him a quick nod and an apologetic smile, quickly turning back to the displeased ambassador.

Namjoon looks around as everyone busily chats to one another, the live string quartet slowly starting their next piece. Namjoon lets out a sigh of relief once he spots one of the receptionists in the back corner munching on a few snacks alone.

“Hey Jenna,” Namjoon says, picking a chocolate-covered strawberry off the tray behind her and chomping half of it off.

“Mr. Joon,” Jenna says with a small smile. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Jenna, known for being the slightly socially awkward but incredibly sweet twenty something youngin in the office, grabs another chocolate covered strawberry and hands it to Namjoon.

“Oh, thank you,” Namjoon laughs politely, slightly hesitating with the two chocolate strawberries in his hands.

“Hey um… I have something to ask you,” Jenna starts. Namjoon hums, signaling for her to go on.

“I was wondering-”

A high tone voice rings through the mic, cutting Jenna short. Namjoon doesn’t notice her disappointment and turns to the stage as the young CEO taps the mic a few times.

“Testing. 1 2 3. Test test ah ah,” he clears his throat. “Ladies and gentleman. May I have your attention.”

The room slowly dies down to complete silence.

“I would like to make a quick toast. Don’t want to take too much of everyone’s time on this merry day.”

A few people snicker, the words sounding foreign from the workaholic CEO always on the hustle.

“Shit. It’s time.”

Namjoon turns at the sudden curse from the usually quiet and innocent seeming receptionist who looks up at the light fixtures.

“Wow. I don��t think I’ve ever heard you curse before,” Namjoon laughs, feeling somewhat refreshed by Jenna’s blunt words. “But um… What is it time for?”

She turns to him with a slight sadness in her eyes. He fidgets under her gaze as it seems to pierce through him, suddenly making him feel as if he were naked. Vulnerable.

The chairman’s voice fades out and the people’s chuckles turn to white noise.

“Jenna?”

She gulps, fists tightening around her bag strap. “Namjoon.”

More boisterous laughs around him. But all he can see is her. All he can hear is her voice. The rest of the world fades to nothing.

Then it dawns on him. “Y/N.”

You smile. “You remember each time.”

Namjoon stares. “Y/N.”

Then the memories flood in.

“Shit. Y/N!” he whisper shouts, wearily glancing around. “You have to get out of here.”

“Namjoon,” you stop him with a pained gaze, firmly stopping his frantic movements. “You know that this has to happen.”

“No,” he shakes his head, feeling a sense of panic taking over his usual cool demeanor. “Y/N. You can’t- Oof,” Namjoon grunts at your rough shove against his chest just as the chandelier above you snaps, plummeting to the ground. The glass shatters around your body as Namjoon watches in horror just four feet away. Shrill screams pierce through the room, more shattering glass as people abandon their cocktail glasses and fight their way out the door. Namjoon struggles to breathe, fumbling with his phone to call the ambulance. He stops, gasping at the puddle of blood trickling underneath his shoes.

His body is pushed around by the frantic guests, some keeping calm and dialing 911, some yelling at others to remain calm, and the rest screeching at one another. A rather harsh blow collides with his shoulder, making Namjoon fall to the ground. Tears well up in his eyes as he meets your own that seems to have already lost its light. He crawls over to you, in shock, the tears blinding his vision as he clutches onto your hand. Namjoon brings it up to his cheek, just as you had each year in the past.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be him.

“No,” a cold voice says from behind him. Namjoon winces and turns around to see the woman who he had mistaken for you the past month.

“Who are you?” he asks with a slight tremble of his voice.

A moment of sympathy flashes by the woman’s eyes but she remains firm in front of the broken man.

“I’m what you humans call the grim reaper. I messed up. Five times,” she sighs. “All because of you and your dumb love for this girl.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

She tilts her head and takes a step closer making Namjoon instinctively hold you tighter. “This is exactly what was supposed to happen five years ago. Y/N L/N was set to die by a hit-and-run but you, Kim Namjoon, saved her.”

Namjoon stills at the memories that had returned once he recognized you not as Jenna the receptionist but his first love, Y/N.

He had pushed you out of the way from a car running a red light. That was year one. The first year that set off this entire loop.

Year two. He was running towards you for a hug when a sudden gunshot echoed through the alley and into his back. A gang fight gone wrong.

Year three. His body shielded yours as the lobby cafe’s gas leak caused a massive explosion. You had suffered some burns but Namjoon had taken the impact.

Year four. He had taken the stab of a knife from your stalker.

And now. The final year. You had pushed him away from sacrificing himself once again to save you.

You had to die.

“Why…” Namjoon chokes. “Why did I only remember seconds before she died?”

The grim reaper bends down, feeling an unexpected amount of sympathy for the man in front of her. To be fair, she had never dealt with such a disruptive human for so many years.

“That’s when my power wears off,” she explains calmly. “I made you forget about Y/N every year, tried everything I could to steer your paths away from each other, even made you think I was Y/N this year, but a few seconds before she has her planned accidental death is when my powers wear off. But each time it does… for some reason, you’re already protecting her and taking the fall.”

Namjoon struggles to breathe properly, tears now continuously falling as he gently caresses your pale face.

“But Y/N became aware of her fate this year,” the grim reaper says with slight confusion. She isn’t quite sure how you were able to realize your own time to leave but is glad you finally put an end to this madness. “Thankfully, she took matters into her own hands.”

Namjoon turns around with a harsh glare at the woman who seems to lack all emotion. “Thankfully? The only person that I ever loved, that I ever saw a future with, that I was living in a loop for- for the past five years is dead in my arms! And you have the nerve to be glad that this happened!?”

“It’s my fucking job, human,” she says sharply. “If you weren’t so busy meddling with my task, you wouldn’t have been living in a loop for five years. You could’ve moved on with your life and have been at the top of the social ladder. You would’ve found a new lover and perhaps started a family just like you always wanted.”

“No,” Namjoon grimly laughs, the fierce anger in his eyes and shaking body making the grim reaper flinch. “I would live in a loop for the rest of my life if it means Y/N can live. You think I can move on from this moment? You think I can just become a financially successful man with a loving wife and a blessed family? The only family I ever wanted was Y/N. Whether we were rich or poor, whether we’re able to financially support children or not, whether she even wanted to be with me, it didn’t matter. As long as Y/N was alive and happy.”

“FUCK YOU. FUCK FATE. FUCK THE UNIVERSE,” Namjoon shouts, angry tears streaming down his cheeks as he bends over you, full sobs wracking his body.

The woman sighs, backing away as the paramedics finally arrive and struggle to separate Namjoon from your listless body.

The paramedics’ warning and attempts to calm Namjoon down go unheard as he relentlessly clutches onto your limp hand, wailing out your name as the helplessness weighs him down. There was absolutely nothing he could do.

The woman shakes her head as Namjoon is now being held back by the police as a white sheet covers your body and is pushed into the back of the ambulance. Crowds of people murmur and gasp at the scene.

“Ugh,” she groans. “First time seeing a dead corpse?”

“Yes. I’m pretty sure not all of them are like you.”

The woman turns to the ghostly image of you standing beside her, accepting and ready to depart from earth.

She shrugs. “That’s true. I’m far better than you mere mortals.”

“I um... thank you,” you smile at your grim reaper. Her brows raise just the slightest bit before she scoffs.

“I don’t recall doing anything worth your thanks.”

You lightly laugh at the tsundere like grim reaper. Once your own memories of Namjoon came back, you had met eyes with your grim reaper in your lobby when she had forgotten to adjust her visibility towards humans. Given her all black outfit but your ID around her neck, you had demanded to know who or what she was. That’s when you had agreed to help her finish her five year mission in order to let Namjoon finally have peace.

“He’s going to be okay, right?”

The two of you watch as the ambulance departs, leaving the crowd of people silently heading to their respective drivers and Namjoon standing where you had left him.

“That whole monologue you heard?” she laughs. “It’s bullshit. Give him a few years. He’s going to get over this whole thing and be just like those smiling politicians on news outlets and magazines.”

“He always did have incredible potential,” you grin fondly.

The grim reaper cringes and rolls her eyes. “The love you have absolutely disgusts me. Just shut up and follow along. This was five years overdue.”

You solemnly nod, trailing behind your grim reaper who has light steps, knowing her assignment was finally completed. You turn around, taking one last look at Namjoon who now sits emotionlessly at the spot where the ambulance was parked as Seokjin silently comforts him.

A soft smile graces your face as you feel assured by the grim reaper’s prophecy. Namjoon was going to be okay.

–

“So how about it, huh?”

“Go away, Jimin.”

“C’mon, Y/N. It’s been an eternity since our last date.”

You frown at the angel beside you who looks at you fondly. You can’t deny that he looked absolutely endearing at the moment.

“It wasn’t a date,” you hiss. “We were literally on the hunt for Yoo Saeri before Yumi tried to suck the literal soul out of her.”

Jimin shrugs. “We both know Yumi has a soft spot for you. She was the one who was assigned to your death. It really wasn’t an intense hunt.”

“And we both know Yumi would devour souls right in front of me anyway.”

Jimin hums in agreement, taking a step towards you with a playful smirk

“Fine. You have a point there. But... sounds like someone’s forgetting a crucial detail during our intense hunt.”

You ignore the blush creeping up your face as you fail to erase the memory of Jimin smacking a big fat kiss on your lips before flying off with Saeri to the safety of her house. And the fact that you had kissed back JUST FOR A SPLIT NANOSECOND.

“Please,” you huff. “It was just an instinctive reaction.”

“An instinctive reaction to a kiss isn’t a shove or a barf but a movement of your lips and tongue?”

You gasp in horror. “THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO TONGUE IN THAT. YOU SON OF THE DEV-”

Jimin drowns you out with a hysterical laugh and gives a poke at your cheeks. “You’re so cute, Y/N. You know that?”

You’re about to retort when a certain someone catches your eye. You immediately push past Jimin, flying over to peer into the sky-rise penthouse floor next to the Han river.

“Ah,” Jimin says with a slight bite to his tone. “The human lover boy always gets the girl.”

“Shut up, Jimin,” you roll your eyes. “You know it’s not like that.”

Jimin flies after you, offering a sense of comfort beside you as you watch Namjoon enter the room. He looks a bit disheveled, obviously from having yet another stressful business meeting with his difficult clients. He recklessly tosses his bag on the kitchen counter, loosening his tie and collapsing on his couch.

Just as a frown begins to etch onto your face, a smaller child comes running out from a room, beaming with pure joy. Namjoon immediately jumps up from the couch, meeting his son with a delightful grin of his own. Following behind the child is a beautiful woman who, as you can imagine, scolds Namjoon for placing his bag at the kitchen area when she tells him every day not to. Namjoon sends a mischievous wink at his son before playfully tackling his wife, the three erupting into boisterous laughter and giggles.

You stare at the scene with a bittersweet smile. A cold sensation against your cheek makes you flinch, turning to the presence next to you.

“You okay?” Jimin asks with concern, wiping away at a stray tear that had unknowingly slipped past your eyes.

You sniffle, quickly turning away and watching as the kid excitedly runs to the door, opening it to see his favorite uncle Seokjin.

You nod with a brief laugh and let out a deep breath. “Never been better.”

#networkbangtan #bts #bts scenario #namjoon x reader #namjoon scenarios #namjoon fluff #namjoon angst #a bit rough bc i havent written in FOREVER #but hope yall enjoyed #kinda sorta officially getting back into writing!

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bubblegeon · 3 years

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I grew up in an orphanage. When I made my debut as a novelist in high school, the publisher marketed me as a lonely boy. I was bound by this image, and somehow I was unable to move. I knew that I would be ruined if I continued like this, so I made my debut again without revealing my true identity, and I was able to write freely.

Akaso Eiji as Kusunose Rin 🧩 SHE WAS PRETTY (2021)

#kanojo wa kirei datta #she was pretty #jdramaedit #akaso eiji #mygifs #jdrama #swp gif #ep 10 #1st gif just that well of deep angst in his eyes!#its just so good #my heart breaks for Rin but then again sonnu is just a fantastic actor #eiji akaso #kanokire

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wanda-maximoff-enthusiast · 2 years

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~Loser~

Young!Sirius Black x gn!reader

Summary: Sirius loves to tease and mock you, thinking it was all fun and games. But what happens when he takes it too far, and has to try and repair the damage he has done?

Warnings: OH BOY, angst angst angst, sad reader, few swear words, Sirius being a dick. (ALSO THERE'S AN ANDREW GARFIELD REFERENCE IN THIS. ENJOY.)

A/N: Reader's house hasn't been mentioned fully, but I do mention them being quite smart and into reading. However, that doesn't automatically make them a Ravenclaw ;)

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Sirius Black was a name you were certainly familiar with, but one you were barely fond of.

Any mention of the dark-eyed beauty left girls all around you swooning and crying foolish comments like, 'Oh Sirius, I've loved him for so long!' and 'I wish he would love me!', it made you want to gag.

Ever since you first started at Hogwarts, Sirius had been nothing but rude to you, making little comments about your hair, your face, your love of reading, anything he could he would mock you about.

That all started in the 1st Year. Now it was the 5th, and you were starting to get tired.

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The day had started off rather nicely, you had done quite well in your Charms class and didn't make a complete fool of yourself in your Quidditch class.

You were currently on your way to Potions, enjoying a thorough conversation with Lily Evans, when James Potter's gang walked past you both. Sirius just so happened to shove into you, making you stumble and almost drop your books.

"Watch where you're going, loser." He called out, making his friends snicker.

Lily frowned as you tried to hide your tearful eyes. "Leave them alone, Sirius!" She yelled at him, fixing your hair and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

Once they were gone, she leant over and whispered in your ear. "Don't listen to him, (Y/N)," she said, rubbing your arm in a comforting fashion, "He's just delusional." You nodded, leaning into Lily a bit more.

You exhaled deeply and plastered a fake smile onto your face before walking into Potions and sitting behind your cauldron.

'Everything is fine,' you tried to tell yourself, but nothing could heal the aching in your heart from Sirius' words.

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Potions went by rather quickly, and it was nearly the end of the day. 'Thank Merlin,' you thought to yourself, wanting nothing more than to return to your dorm and get some much-needed sleep.

You only had one more class, Herbology, which seemed absolutely wonderful at the time. You excelled in Herbology, your teacher Herbert Beery considering you the best in his class.

But, alas, the moment you walked into the classroom, your grin faltered and your heart sunk to your stomach.

Of course they had to be in your class, of course they did.

James, Remus and Peter sat next to each other in a row, opposite to where you and Marlene McKinnon sat, and Sirius was sitting on the table, yelling in a dramatic voice about something irrelevant.

You took a nice deep breath before taking your seat next to Marlene, who offered you a sympathetic smile.

Sirius noticed you almost immediately, hopping off the table and muttering something in James' ear, making them both laugh out loud. You only heard one word. 'Loser'.

He looked like he was about to make a rude comment towards you, but was stopped by Professor Beery walking in.

"Alright everyone, can anybody tell me what abilities you may possess if you eat gillyweed?"

Come on, this was easy.

Your hand shot up in the air and you were immediately asked for the answer.

"If gillyweed is eaten, the consumer will possess fish-like abilities. For example, being able to swim very well and breathing underwater."

You heard small fits of laughter from the group opposite you, but you tried not to pay them any attention.

"That is correct, well done Mx (L/N)."

"Yeah, well done Mx (L/N)" You heard Sirius mocking the professor's comment, to which Peter began laughing.

Mr Beery payed no attention to him, instead moving on by placing small samples of the magical seaweed in front of everybody.

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Despite how much you enjoyed Herbology, that class was horrendous.

Throughout the entire lesson, Sirius and his merry little crew would not stop picking on you! Constant teases and comments about how you were a teacher's pet, a nerd, how you apparently think you're smarter than everybody else.

Safe to say, the moment Herbology was over, you grabbed your bags and ran out of the door, Marlene and Alice close behind you.

Your pace slowed when you thought you were finally away from Sirius, but his loud voice caught your attention and made you flinch.

"Hey! (L/N)! I'm not done with you yet!"

You refused to turn around to look him in the eye, your grip tightening on Marlene's wrist as if to stop her from rugby-tackling him.

"Have I ever told you about how annoying you are? Like, your voice makes my ears hurt and you talk so much!"

Tears began building up in your eyes, your cheeks flushing and your head aching.

"You're nothing but a useless brat, you hear me, loser?"

The hallway fell silent as you finally turned to face him, tears falling freely.

"What did I ever do to you, Sirius?" You asked, your voice lower than a whisper.

"I have been nothing but good to you ever since you came to Hogwarts, and this is how you repay me? By making my life a living hell?"

He tried to speak, but you cut him off before he could say anything. You were tired, you were miserable, you were angry, and Sirius was not going to get away with it anymore.

"I don't know who you think you are, running around and harassing somebody who wants nothing to do with you, but I do know one thing. You are a horrible person, Sirius Black, and you need to learn where you stand."

The tension in the air was so thick you could have grabbed it if you reached your hand out.

"I am not putting up with you anymore, so I suggest you either find someone else to bully, or grow the fuck up you pretentious douchebag!"

You yelled the last bit, sobbing in frustration and full of utter misery.

And with that final word, you turned on your heel and ran all the way back to your dorm, crying in pain. Alice immediately chased after you, pulling you into a warm hug at the end of the corridor, Marlene making her way to the kitchens to get some tea and biscuits.

Lily Evans, having heard the commotion, shoved past the crowd and glared at Sirius, his dark eyes… watery? "Well done, Black, are you happy now?" She too fled in your direction, red hair flying wildly behind her.

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Sirius didn't know how to feel.

Except, he knew exactly how he felt; guilty, angry, stupid.

This was all his fault, what started out as some friendly banter had morphed into unadulterated harassment. And now, nobody could get you out of your dorm. Because of him. Rumours were going around that you spent all of your time sobbing. Because of him. Your friends all in misery without your presence. Because of him.

He had to make it right between the two of you, he had to! But with your heart in pieces and his in denial, he had no idea how to do such a thing.

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ayo if this does well I'll make this into a series

(on a serious note, please don't bully people! no matter what you may think, it isn't cool, it's just cruel. be nice to people pls <3)

#sirius imagine #sirius x you #sirius orion black #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes #ben barnes x you

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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KABILANG BUHAY

× A TRESE ONESHOT ×

[Crispin x Ghost!Reader]

📝 Summary: Your demigod husband remembers you—everything about you—and how much he absolutely loved you. He remembers everything, including the memory that hurt the most.

📌 Warning: Contains fluff, angst, character death, and mentions of violence (because an angry Crispin being the son of a wargod is bound to shed some blood somewhere). Masakit po talaga 'tong songfic na 'to, trust me. If you don't want to get hurt, scroll awaaaay. Pero if you want maximum 1000% ultra heavy pain, then listen to the song below on repeat while reading, too.

Song: Kabilang Buhay by Bandang Lapis

(word count: 5,642)

"Masasayang mga araw na kasama kita."

Warm. Crispin always remembered you to be so warm—every single part of you. The heat of your skin against his whenever he held you, that whimsical sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw the little joys in life, that sprightly curve of your lips whenever you two teased each other, and the radiance he saw from you whenever you were around the people you loved.

In his eyes, there was always a halo around your head or a beam of light following you around. Perhaps he was biased; perhaps he saw you through rose-tinted glasses, but it didn't matter to him. To the demigod, you were everything he ever wanted.

You were the one.

You were also one of the sweetest people he'd ever met. Every morning without a fail, there would always be a hot cup of kape and a plate of pandesal on the table—not only for him, but for everyone else in your little family, too. Alexandra, Hank, and of course, his younger brother Basilio. Even before you became his girlfriend, you'd treated them as your own loved ones.

That was the day he knew you were truly the one for him. The one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The one he wanted to build a home with. The woman he wanted to marry and have children with, if you were okay with it (when that conversation came, you said you would be happy and honored to be his wife).

Crispin said it was the other way around. It was he who was fortunate and honored to be your husband. You'd laughed in response, kissing his cheek. There were no fancy rings or a formal, elaborate proposal involved, but that day—he remembered clearly that you had that conversation on a chilly December 1st, 9:24PM, right before you two went to bed—was an unspoken promise.

You two would be inseparable and together 'til death do you part.

Going back to that coffee and bread, he always wondered how you managed to keep it so fresh (you said it was a secret, but later on you spilled the beans to him after him pestering you). Even if he woke up at noon because of missions with his bossing and his brother, palaging mainit ang kape at pandesal. You must have had some sort of superpower you weren't telling him (you rolled your eyes, telling him that superpower came in the form of a microwave).

"Paglalambing at kulit mo na hindi nakakasawa."

He was by no means clingy or touch-starved, but whenever he was around you, he had the need to at least hold you in any way. Sometimes, it was the usual PDA (Basilio and Maliksi teased him about it, but he didn't care if it meant having some sort of contact with you; Alexandra just let it be because she knew how much you two loved each other). In public, you guys toned it down—settling with holding hands or you just linking your arm through his. If he was driving the car, his hand would either be innocently resting on your thigh or your hand which was on your lap. If you were the one driving the car, then it would be your hand on his thigh or his hand. He loved to draw circles on your skin whenever he was daydreaming or starting to doze off, too.

You as a couple often expressed your love for each other in different ways, and not just by saying it out loud. One thing Crispin adored the most about your relationship was the way you voicelessly said "I love you". If it wasn't clear enough that acts of service was one of your love languages, then he could understand that you loved him back through three taps.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

At first, he had no clue what it meant. You just kept doing it whenever you were near him, on whatever body part you could touch. If he was driving? Tap, tap, tap on his thigh. If he was the one cooking? You'd hug him from behind and then one of your fingers would go tap, tap, tap on his waist. If you were eating together? You'd take his palm then just... tap, tap, tap while chewing on whatever food it was you had in your mouth.

He recalled that afternoon you guys were eating at a simple Japanese place. While you slurped up some of the wheat noodles and the savory soup, you were excitedly doing a little happy dance as you ate—the one you did whenever you ate something you found yummy. Frankly, Crispin found it endearing. He, too, was guzzling down some of the ramen when you reached out for his hand then laid it on the table palm up.

With a mischievous smile and your puffed up cheeks looking like a chipmunk from the noodles you'd gobbled up, you gently tapped his palm with your index finger, that same glint in your eye whenever you did that gesture.

"... Anong ginagawa mo, mahal?" Crispin chuckled, a brow raised. He found it cute but he had no idea what it was supposed to stand for.

"Wala lang," you mysteriously answered in a muffled voice, swallowing.

"You know, you shouldn't talk when your mouth is full," he pointed out, amused. You snorted, gulping.

"Not my fault you asked a question, Crispin," you retorted, shoving in another bite of noodley goodness with your chopsticks. You did a mini-wiggle when the umami flavor exploded on your tongue (the ramen was bussin', bestie). Ratatouille would be impressed!

"But seriously, what does the tap stand for?" your boyfriend wondered. You did it again. Tap, tap, tap.

"Isn't it obvious?" you smiled. He then sweat-dropped.

"Wait, keep smiling," Crispin leaned over the table, removing a tiny bit of the dahon sibuyas stuck on one of your front teeth with his nail. He then popped that finger into his mouth, making you blink at the action.

"Ay, may naiwan pala. Hehehehehe." With how long you two have been dating, you were no longer embarrassed if you did get anything stuck in your teeth and he had to get it out (it's happened in more occasions than you could count). You did the same to him (and trust me, you were way past the stage of getting grossed out from the gross habits couples did). At least you two were a hundred percent comfortable and open to one another, right? Sanaol.

Crispin nodded, going back to eating his noodles, "Okay, back to the topic. What does this—" He tapped your palm the same way you did. "—even mean?"

Your grin just grew wider then you whispered into his ear, "I love you."

"... I love you, too," he answered automatically, still not understanding. "But what do the taps mean? You keep doing it and—"

You did it again on his hand.

"I." Tap.

"Love." Tap.

"You." Tap.

At long last, that look of realization came upon his features, "... Aaaaaaaaah."

You chuckled, all brightness and merriness from your revelation to the man you loved. "Gets mo na, mahal?"

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Oo, mahal. Hehe."

"... Can we order another bowl of ramen? Please?" With those puppy-dog eyes? Crispin could never resist. He'd rip the world apart for you and build it back up from scratch if you wanted him to.

That was how deep his love was for you. Kapag nagmamahal ang isang diyos, walang imposible... 'di ba?

He was already raising a hand to call for a waiter, "Sure. Basta maubos mo."

"... And if half lang maubos ko?"

He sighed, "... Edi ako kakain sa anong maiiwan." What was the saying whenever you found your soulmate? Oh, yes.

True love is getting fat together.

Maybe it was true for both of you.

When you two exited the ramen place, you patted your bloated tummy. "Haaaay, busog na busog si food baby," you sighed in happiness, adjusting the the top of your high-waisted skirt to loosen it up for more space. You elbowed him slightly, wiggling your eyebrows at him and mimicking Kylie Jenner, "Soooo, I'm thirty-four weeks today."

"'Luh, ang drama mo," Crispin snickered, poking your rounded side playfully and making you pout. "Nagdadalang tao ka pala, ha. Ako ang tatay pero hindi mo sinabi sa akin na buntis ka." He wouldn't lie, but thoughts of you being pregnant with a child warmed his entire being. Mini-yous and mini-hims running around.

What a dream.

"Nagdadalang tae lang po, manong," you stuck your tongue out at him, then stopped. He stopped walking, too, looking at you questioningly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Mahal?" you paused. Gulugulugulugulu. Oh no. Mayday, mayday!

"Did you forget something at the restaurant?" he asked. You shook your head in response, telling him there was an emergency.

"... Mahal, natatae ako."

"Like, now?" You nodded at him with wide, doe-like irises. His eyes crinkled, finding the situation hilarious. "Really? Oh shit. Literally. Is this because we were talking about poop?"

Crispin could only cackle as you rummaged through your bag for some wet wipes (and the situation led to you two running around the mall like psychos looking for the nearest restroom—grabe ang cold sweat mo, sis; it was that type of pooping session).

As he waited outside the women's comfort room, he found himself smiling like a weirdo from your date today. Nagdadalang tae o nagdadalang tao, he wouldn't love you any other way.

"Punong-puno ng ligaya ang ating pagsasama."

He found himself unconsciously doing the tapping to you, as well. Tap. Tap. Tap. He only now realized how many times you've been saying "I love you" everyday. Usually, you'd only verbally say it out loud three times: in the morning waking up, whenever he left for a mission, or the times you went to sleep together (because of the nature of his work, it was uncommon, but if he was at home during the night, he'd make sure to say it to you). But now that he knew what the taps meant, he counted them for one week from Monday to Sunday.

You were sitting on the couch, on your stomach and sprawled vertically over his lap. He was watching a basketball game on television while you were on your phone, scrolling through Facebook. It was all quiet until he tapped his finger thrice on your calf. You beamed, rolling over to face him then gently tapping his cheek three times—not with your fingers, but with your hands, smooshing his cheeks then pecking his lips.

"Fwifee-hweif," he said. You tilted your head at him, letting go of his cheeks.

"What was that?" you curiously inquired.

"Fifty-eight," Crispin gave you his signature flirty grin. "You tapped me one hundred seventy-four times today. And one hundred seventy-four divided by three—because I love you has three syllables—is equal to fifty-eight." His affectionate gaze to you softened. "Mahal, you've told me I love you fifty-eight times today."

You just hugged him and hid your face in his neck, "I love you, too, manooooong."

"... Wanna watch a K-drama tonight?" he said, his voice rumbling through his chest as you laid your head on it.

"Mmhmm."

You guys ended up binging Scarlet Heart Ryeo and bawling your eyes out (Crispin cried louder than you, actually, and the box of tissues was passed back n' forth between you two).

"Punyeta, walang Season Two?" Crispin cursed, blowing his nose.

You hiccupped, shaking your head and scrolling through the categories, "W-Wala e-eh, m-mahal."

"Seryoso ka ba?" he gaped, wiping his tears after wiping yours. "That's how it ends?"

You nodded, sniffling, "Uh-huh."

The next morning, when all of you gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Alexandra and the others could only stare, nagtataka kung bakit namamaga ang mga mata niyo (yeah, they were swollen as hell).

"... Anyare sa inyo?" Alexandra quizzed. Hank, while pouring everyone some juice, had a worried look on his face, too.

"Nag-away ba kayong dalawa, Kuya?" Basilio questioned. You both shook your head simultaneously.

"Hindi," Crispin shortly answered, exhausted from crying with you all night.

"Nanood lang kami ng K-drama," you supplied, as worn out as your boyfriend was.

"Aaaaaaah."

"Na parang wala nang sisira ng lahat."

The date always held some significance to him, not only because it meant only a few days before Christmas but also because it was the day you promised to one another that you'd be endgame.

December 1st.

It would repeat in his head over and over again until the day he died.

The two of you were lying in bed, the cold night air entering through the open windows. You were leaning on his chest in-between his lap, reading The Count of Monte Cristo. He noticed that your expression often shifted between being giddy to being angry or smug at what was happening to the main character.

"... Mahal?"

"Yeah?" you responded, not taking your eyes off the novel. You flipped another page.

"What kind of ring do you want? Para alam ko kung magkano ang iiponin ko?" he quietly asked, his thumb caressing your temple. Normally, men wanted this to be a surprise or didn't talk about this but he only wanted you to have something you'd cherish for the rest of your life. You tilted your head back to look up at him. "Do you want those with the big gems or the smaller and simpler ones?"

You gazed back at your novel, then sat up and closed it, turning to look at him. "Crispin." You took his hands in your own (he tapped it thrice, making a teeny smile creep up your lips). "Hindi ko kailangan ng singsing."

His eyes grew wide, "... Are you sure? You don't want to be formally married?"

You frantically shook your head, "Nooooooo, noooo! That's not what I meant, dummy. I just wanted to tell you that I don't need an expensive ring to be yours." You kissed him. "And to be your wife."

"Pero—"

"Mahal, if we ever do have kids, mahal ang gatas, diaper, at tuition," you childishly told him. "Kung magpapakasal tayo, I don't need a huge proposal or a big wedding. Let's put the funds away for a house and for the future, 'mkay?"

"... But you won't have a ring," he sulked.

Getting an idea, you hopped off the bed and open your cabinet, finding a piece of durable string on one of your shirts. With a strong tug, it came off. You walked back towards your boyfriend, flopping back down then looping it on your left ring finger. You held your hand up to him, "There. I have a ring now, see?"

Crispin had never ever loved anyone as much as he did right now. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his head, though. "... I feel like I've seen this in a movie before, mahal."

"Duuuuh. I got the idea from the Count of Monte Cristo. Mercedes promises herself to Dantes with a string ring! Sorry nalang if copyright infringement ang ginawa ko, hihi." You showed him the book you were reading, the smile not disappearing from your face. Feeling ecstatic, he kissed you passionately right on the spot.

"Ipapangako mo sa akin na magsasama tayo nang walang hanggan?" Crispin whispered against your lips. "Magpakailanman?"

You kissed him, rolling your eyes, "Oo na, Crispin. Corny mo talaga, manong. Such a hopeless romantic, like me!" Another kiss. "I'll stay with you forever and ever and eveeeeeer and grow old with you. We'll get that rest house in the mountains, travel the world together, win the lotto, and do anything we want!" you declared determinedly.

"Promise? Talaga?"

You grinned, wriggling your little finger, "Pinky promise."

He linked his pinky with yours, "Okay. Pinky promise, wifey."

"Okaaaaay, hubby," you quipped, settling down and snuggling into him.

9:24PM, he saw the digital clock display before he pulled the covers over you both, keeping you warm and safe in his arms.

"Bakit pa dumating ang oras na ito?"

"Mahaaaaal, pauwi na ako. Huwag kang mag-alala," you quietly told Crispin over the phone. He was on another investigation, but while their bossing was speaking to Captain Guerrero and Lieutenant Tapia about the case, he used the spare time he had to check up on you.

You had been buying groceries, but knowing you, Crispin had a feeling you had gone to do some other errands.

"Pauwi ka na? Meaning, you're driving home?" He sighed, "And why are you whispering?"

"... Ehehehe," you nervously giggled.

"Anong ehehehehe?" the demigod asked you, suspicious. "Mahal, saan ka na ba talaga?"

"Nasa banko pa ako. Oopsies," you admitted shamelessly. "But I just finished paying the bills. I'm actually walking away from the counter now and—"

You suddenly stopped talking. For a second, the son of the wargod thought that the signal had gone bad.

"Mahal?"

Your voice had gone distant, but it seemed like it was talking to someone else. He strained to hear what you were saying.

"Hey, hey... shhhh, little one, huwag kang umiyak," he heard you say. Your voice seemed so far away. You seemed like you were trying to shush a person. A kid.

"I want my mom!" a child wailed.

"... Langga, come here. At huwag kang masyadong maingay." If it weren't for his heritage as a god, he would have barely been able to hear what you said.

Were you comforting a kid? Awww. He was about to just end the call then text you instead when another much louder and crueler voice could be heard over the phone. No, there wasn't only one voice. There were more.

"Mamatay kayong lahat! Balang araw, hindi na mga tao ang mamumuno sa mundong ito!"

Then there was a sound that was unmistakably a gunshot.

"Nabalitaan ko na wala ka na."

Bang!

His blood went cold. Almost every day he handled firearms in his line of work, so of course he knew what it sounded like. The shrieks and terrified shouts came after the gunshots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last thing he heard were more gunshots, then the call ending.

He had never sprinted to Alexandra so fast before, frantically begging her to let him use the Dragon's Gate to teleport to wherever you were, even if it made him physically sick and nauseous.

Crispin didn't give a damn what happened to him, as long as nothing happened to you.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo hindi mo ko iiwan?"

It all happened so fast. One moment he was silently praying to Bathala for your safety while looking for you in the chaos. The next? He was scouring through the overwhelmed emergency room of the nearest hospital, where it was flooded with victims from the mall shooting.

It was a mess, with bleeding patients on the floor as nurses tried to assist. Others were seated on monobloc chairs that had been quickly put on the corridors. There was an overwhelming number of patients taken to the hospital either through ambulances or police cars themselves. It already began to stink of death, and Crispin hated it. His bloodlust as a wargod was creeping up his veins from the stench and his inner fury, but he held it in. He needed to find you first.

Behind him, Alexandra and Basilio were searching for you, too. When he told them what happened, they didn't hesitate to help and be transported to the mall as quick as possible. Captain Guerrero had already dispatched units after hearing what occurred (there was also an alarm that had blared in the station—a bank employee must have pressed an emergency button or something).

Surprisingly, in the midst of the havoc happening inside the hospital, he found himself walking towards the Trauma Bay of the hospital like a magnet. He had no idea where he was going, but he just kept going, and he stopped by a less crowded hallway. If he just went straight forward, he would be entering an operating room.

"Excuse me, coming through! Make some way!" It was a doctor who yelled from behind him. He turned around.

"Hindi papabayaan na ako'y mag-isa."

And as if time went by slower, he found you on a stretcher, being wheeled through the corridor as a nurse was on the bed with you, performing CPR. He saw the amount of blood gushing out of the bullet wounds on your body; one on your back, another on your stomach, and a third on your thigh.

Crispin couldn't help but run after them, asking one of the health professionals what was happening to you, "Nurse! Nurse, is she going to be okay!?"

"Are you her family?" they quickly interrogated. Alexandra and Basilio rounded the corner right as the nurse asked him that. Both held their breaths when they saw the tormenting state you were in, unconscious and on the brink of death.

The eldest demigod frenziedly nodded, "Yes, yes! I'm family!" He glanced at your bleeding form, and his heart clenched seeing the string ring on your finger, a bit of blood splattered over it. "I'm... I'm her husband! Asawa ko siya!"

You weren't formally or legally married yet, but to his eyes (and many of the others who knew you both), you were practically husband and wife.

"Good," the nurse said as they rushed you into the O.R., stopping Crispin from entering any further. "Sir, we need you to tell us your wife's name and her health details, please. She has to be operated on as soon as possible. We need her age, blood type, her comorbidities or allergies, if any..."

Crispin knew them all. He'd memorized them. And he told the nurses everything they needed for the operation. As long as it saved you, he'd say anything. Do anything.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo sabay tayong tatanda?"

It was a grueling operation, he could tell. Crispin had been pacing continuously in the waiting room, not even daring to sit from how anxious he was about you. Hank had come instantly to the hospital after hearing, and now there were three seated and extremely worried people watching him panic outside the operating room.

"God, please let her be okay," he continued to mumble to himself, fiddling with his fingers. "Please, please, please..."

"Kuya, umupo ka muna," Basilio tried to convince his brother.

"Oo nga," Hank frowned.

"You've been standing for five hours," Alexandra gave him a saddened look. "You should rest."

The older demigod shook his head, "I can't, bossing. Hindi pwede. Not until I know that she's okay."

As if on cue, the head surgeon came out of the operating room. Crispin nearly jolted and would have grabbed the man's collar had it not been for Alex and his brother holding him back, calming him down. No one could tell what he was about to say until he removed his surgical mask.

The four occupants waited for his response, antsy. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Doc? Is she okay? Is she gonna be alright?" Crispin asked, troubled out of his mind. Alex's grip on his arm tightened, and so did Basilio's hold on his shoulder. "Doc, please say somethi—"

"... I'm sorry," the surgeon shook his head, a somber look on his face.

It was like the universe stopped for the demigod. The two people holding him were the only ones to support him when his knees buckled.

"We did everything we could. She lost too much blood, and the bullets hit too many vital organs," the doctor explained forlornly. "We performed CPR and a cardiac massage on her for thirty minutes, but she did not make it through the rest of the operation."

The words just echoed emptily through Crispin's ears.

"Bakit bigla ka na lang nandiyan sa kabilang buhay?"

When he entered the morgue alone, he didn't know why but he was expecting you to be sitting up and smiling, almost hearing your teasing voice telling him it was all a cruel prank. At first, that was what he saw. He saw the love of his life, soft skin flushed and curled up lips filled with so much love directed at him. He saw you radiant—glowing; that familiar twinkle in your magnificent eyes. He reached out to hold your left hand, awaiting its warmth.

Awaiting the three taps.

The taps that would tell him "I love you" and "I'm okay".

Crispin even waited a minute. Maybe you were still there, hanging on. Maybe... just maybe... you were fighting.

"Mahal?" he croaked out, squeezing your hand.

"Paano na ang lahat? Paano na ako, tayo?"

Those three taps never came. One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes.

Only then did he really see you. The illusion all came crashing down.

Now your skin was so cold. So lifeless. So... opposite from what you were when you were alive. You were pale. Your lips were tinted blue. You were so still. So deathly still. Not one movement.

It freaked him out.

He couldn't believe it was you on that metal table—it didn't look like you. Where was the halo he always saw around your head? Where was that beam of light following you around?

His rose-tinted glasses suddenly became grey and dull. Taking your left hand, Crispin felt his heart shatter even more when his hand brushed the string ring on your finger. They had cleaned you up and made sure there was no blood left on your body, but nothing could remove those tiny, miniscule splatters that stained the string.

Remnants of what happened today.

You never did remove it. Even when showering or swimming or washing the dishes, you'd joked to him.

"See? 'Di ko nga kailangan ng singsing. Mas maganda pa nga 'to, eh. I can wear it all the time! Matibay pa!"

Crispin could nearly hear you, but it was all just a memory in his mind. God, he didn't want to forget your voice. Your laughter. Your cries. You whispering to him how much you loved him. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did.

Both of you didn't even get to say "I love you" one last time. But reality was harsh, and this wasn't a movie where the leading characters could have a lengthy monologue confessing to each other as the dramatic scene was drawn out from seconds into minutes.

There were no camera angles, no music, no time left, and no happy endings. Everything was raw. Real.

"Hindi ba't sinabi mo sa akin na sabay tayong mangangarap?"

"Mahal," his voice trembled as he held your icy hand to his lips, kissing it. "Huwag mo akong iwan. What about us? Our dreams? Andami pa nating pangarap, 'di ba? Mga gustong gawin?"

No response.

"Tatatanda pa tayo, 'di ba? Bibili pa tayo ng bahay na nasa bundok... then we'll travel the world together, right? We've... We've saved up half of the funds! You... You can't leave now..."

Silence.

Crispin felt tears dripping down his face. He hadn't noticed he was crying. Only with you could he be a sniveling mess—around the others, he always had to be the kuya. The responsible one. The oldest one. The loyal bodyguard.

With you? He could be anything and you would never judge him.

Even when you were dead, he was still a sniveling mess in your arms.

"Sabi mo gusto mong manalo sa lotto," he choked out, cupping your cheeks. It was so strange to him; how colorless they were compared to how... spirited you were in life. "I'll do that... I'll make that happen. Just please... please come back to me. Gagawin ko ang lahat... bumalik ka sa akin, mahal. Mahal..."

Crispin told himself nothing was impossible when a god loved someone, yet now all this god could do was be paralyzed by his despair.

"Bakit bigla kang lumisan nang hindi man lang nagpaalam?"

They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. People don't talk enough about how they weren't actually stages. They were just five emotions and there was no particular order they came in. They would come and go, and that was how dealing with loss really was.

Today, as he was cradling his departed soulmate and the only woman he knew he'd ever love this much—reduced to tears while nursing his broken heart—he was feeling denial, bargaining, and depression all at once.

Only then did he allow himself to feel anger—just pure, unadulterated fury—when Alexandra let him and his brother unleash their bloodlust to the guilty aswang clan that had been the culprits of the mall shooting. The bank robbery.

He had his vengeance.

The son of the wargod nearly became a god of war that night, coming home soaked in the same crimson that dripped off his guns. He swore to himself he'd rip the world apart for you and build it back from scratch. Thus, Crispin was merciless to those who murdered you and all those other innocent humans.

He took his time watching the life dissipate out of their eyes, especially since he didn't see yours before you died. They were already closed when he got to the hospital too late.

Denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. He'd felt all that as time passed, on and off.

Acceptance? That last stage? That last emotion? Crispin never did really get to that point. Perhaps he would. Perhaps he wouldn't. Only more time would tell.

"Isang malamig na hangin ang yumakap sa akin."

The demigod sat under the tree that shaded your gravestone, a bouquet of white and red roses beside him while he relaxed on the grass. It was a classic symbol of true and everlasting love. That was the vow you'd made to one another, right?

December 1st.

It had been one year since your death. Wasn't it funny how the fates worked? Two years ago, on this very day, you two promised each other that you'd be together forever. He said that this day would be memorable to him until the day he died because technically, it was your engagement slash informal wedding anniversary.

Then one year ago, you had been shot trying to protect a child from those armed aswang. You saved the kid, alright. Crispin even made sure that the little boy, one of the lucky survivors of the shooting, wouldn't be targeted by the aswang. He ensured your sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. But what was supposed to be a marriage anniversary turned into your death anniversary.

December 1st.

The day would indeed be eternally ingrained into his mind.

But now, he could only dwell on nostalgia as he crouched and cleaned your gravestone, polishing it after removing all the grass and dirt. Engraved on it were the words beloved friend, sister, and wife.

Wife.

He really should have married you before you were declared dead. It didn't matter now; you would always be his wife, even in death.

On the left side of your gravestone was his mother's tombstone. He did the same, cleaning it and polishing it. When he was done, he tapped your gravestone thrice, "Una na ako, mahal. Paalam din, Ma. Baka hanapin pa ako ni bossing."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He jerked, swerving around and standing up. He swore someone just touched his shoulder and—

Whoosh!

"Parang isang pahiwatig na magpapaalam ka na."

A gentle breeze came from behind him, where the tree was. Once more, he turned around.

Crispin didn't know what to do.

He thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. Not with the way your hand rested on his cheek. Not with how warm you felt.

Despite seeming almost transparent, you looked absolutely radiant, more so than when you were in life. If he was biased before about you having a halo and a beam of light following you around, now he wasn't (because you really did have a golden circle on your head and a candescent glow behind you).

You didn't speak, but again, you tapped your index finger thrice on his cheek. He was too stunned to react to the featherlight touch you had. It was almost nothing, but it was there. A ghostly tap, tap, tap.

"... Mahal?" he whispered.

You joyfully beamed at him (God, did you look divine), then planted a fragile kiss on his lips. You settled down on the roots of the tree and patted the patch of grass beside it. He sat down slowly. When he did, he removed his black gloves while you intertwined your hand with his.

On his left ring finger was a string ring made from that old shirt of yours. The same one you improvised your string ring from. It was how Crispin always remembered you and how he brought your memory everywhere with him.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The triple tapping. Perhaps it was your way of wordlessly saying you loved him while simultaneously bidding him goodbye as a ghost. He didn't know. You couldn't speak (or he couldn't hear you), so you did what you could.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Just that gesture every once in a while as you quietly listened to him tell you about his day.

When he had to leave, he saw you there by the tree, sitting and waving at him. The next time he came to visit, you were there. Always there, waiting.

And when you weren't, after a couple of decades, Crispin knew that it was time for him to let you go.

To let himself move on.

But that didn't mean he stopped hurting or stopped loving you. He could never stop loving you. Never.

Kahit kailangan ka niyang bitawan upang makapagpatuloy ka sa kabilang buhay, habangbuhay kang minahal ng isang diyos ng digmaan.

× AUTHOR'S NOTE ×

Nasa mood kasi akong manakit ng tao (because ngayon ko lang pinanood ang mga pelikula ni Rico Yan & Claudine Barretto after his death; ang pait eh, right person but wrong time). Medyo sadista pala ako, haha. Ayun, pati ako umiiyak habang nagsusulat nito. Even when I was showering, I was still crying and blowing my nose out. Sana nagustuhan niyo kasi pati author niyo nasaktan sa ginawa niya. 🥲😅

And that tapping gesture was inspired by a random Reddit post I saw years ago. As someone whose love language ain't saying stuff out loud, that just really called out to me. Acts of service kasi akin, eh.

Anyways, I finished writing this at like, 12AM. I'll just edit the typos and errors tomorrow because I want to get this oneshot off my chest. Goodnight! 😂💤

Comments and constructive criticism are welcome! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, too! (Yes, you may also rant at me for this.) 💙

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Tolerate it ↠ Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley Masterlist // Harry Potter Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Fred had an amazing love story throughout Hogwarts. But things start to go sour after the 2nd wizarding war.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Pregnancy, Mentions of sex, panic attacks

AN: Hope this works out ok!

While at Hogwarts Y/N and Fred’s relationship was better than ever. They did everything together. Well not everything since George was with Fred as well.

Y/N would help him and George with their pranks and all of them would serve detention together as well.

Even though they hung around George a lot he had a life of his own which gave Y/N and Fred to spend sometime alone together. Which the two lovers appreciated.

Y/N and Fred got together in their 4th year when Fred finally gained the confidence to ask Y/N out. The three of them have been best friends ever since their 1st year when she got put her into Gryffindor.

Then when the Yule ball came around a couple years later Fred made a big deal on how he asked her out. There were fireworks that spelled out ‘Will you go to the ball with’.

As the words painted the sky Y/N accepted with tears in the corner in her eyes and then went to hug Fred.

In their 7th year Umbridge came to the school to ruin there lives.

Fred and Y/N couldn’t even hug without Umbridge splitting the two up. When they got the detentions Y/N would comfort Fred laying down with his head in the crook of her neck.

Y/N would stroke his back comforting him.

When Y/N got her first detention with the blood quil Y/N had avoided Fred not wanting him to be angry. He already cut her out of pranks not wanting her to get hurt.

Then Y/N finally decided to talk to Fred and he was livid when he found out. But with Y/N crying on the couch in the common room he pushed his anger aside to hug her trying to get he sobs to calm down.

Y/N eventually fell asleep on his chest and Fred took her to her dorm room and laid the girl down who was fast asleep.

Y/N had always supported the twins and their joke shop.

She told him “follow your dreams Fred,” which he did.

When Fred and George decided to leave Y/N was the first one to know. She offered to go with them but Fred knew how much her education meant to her and decided against.

Y/N was angry at first but slowly came around. There wasn’t that much of school left so she would be leaving soon.

The night before Fred and George left Y/N finally gained enough confidence to tell Fred she loved him. It was the first time she has ever said that to him.

Fred immediately kissed her and after he told her he loved her as well. That was the night the two lost their virginity’s.

Then the school year was over in what a felt like a whole year to Y/N.

For the next full year Y/N moved in with Fred and George and started working with them. Their relationship was growing stronger and stronger everyday.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered one night to Fred whole they were in bed. Her head was laid on his shoulder. The two loved birds were just finished from the 2nd time they’ve had sex that night. The two were extremely tired.

“Love you too darling,” Fred kissed her forehead and brushed some of her hair out of her face. “Will always love you forever,” He promised.

“Forever,” Y/N repeated nuzzling her head into his chest started to feel that tiredness come back. “Good night love,” she whispered.

“Good night darling,” Y/N could hear Fred just before she slipped into deep sleep.

Fred could feel a smirk on his face as he heard her snoring slightly. Fred knew this was the woman he was going to get married have kids. Fred couldn’t wait for the day.

Whenever they did something lovey dovey George would gag at his brother and girlfriend in a jokingly manor. The truth was that George loved having his best friend around and that his best friend and brother were hopelessly in love.

The whole year was like a fairytale for the both of them.

But sometimes fairytales don’t have good endings, and the 2nd wizarding war was going to be come crashing in on their little bubble they loved so much.

The wizarding war was the hardest things Y/N had to go through. With the fighting and death and the worst part was that Fred almost died.

Luckily he didn’t but it was a close call.

Y/N was the first one to find him passed out on the ground rubble all around him. Y/N immediately ran towards him grabbing his face while tears rolled down her cheeks.

“No no no,” Y/N whispered as she put her fingers on his neck to see if he had a pulse.

Y/N let out a sigh of relief when he did have and when he suddenly woke up.

“What happened why’re you crying love,” Fred groaned as he tried to get up and when he did Y/N wrapped her arms around him violently sobbing into his chest.

“I thought you were dead,” Y/N’s voice was muffled as she pressed her face into his chest not wanting to let him go.

“Can’t get rid of me love,” Fred jokes pulling Y/N up to stand. He wrapped his arms around the girl who’s sobs were dying down.

“Don’t joke around about this,” Y/N sniffed finally removing herself from his chest looking up at the red head who gave her a sad smile.

“Sorry but I’m right here and I’m fine,” Fred reassured Y/N wiping the tears from under her eyes.

Y/N didn’t know weather to believe him or not but right Fred was okay and that’s all that matters. He wrapped his arms around her once more and kissed the top of her head in a comforting manor.

In that moment nothing mattered Fred was alive and that’s everything.

Y/N and Fred were taking a few days off from work and she didn’t want to get special treatment and Fred thought the same. So she got a job at a book store.

For the next few everything was ok. Y/N and Fred got a flat for themselves and everything was settling in.

Fred was a little off though. Just little things at the time. He wouldn’t ask her about her day, he wouldn’t tell her he loved her before he left for work.

Y/N didn’t mention it to him thinking it was her just being clingy. And plus she didn’t want to add to his plate since the war just ended.

And he was getting nightmares to the point where he woke up screaming. On those nights Y/ would have get him out of sleep and let him sob into her chest as Y/N strokes the back of his neck comforting him.

Y/N’s tried bringing it up but he avoided the conversation. She just wanted to know what was going on in his head.

She didn’t bring it up because Y/N didn’t want to make things worse for him.

They talked less and less each day and Y/N thought Fred was like this all the time. That was until she went to go and visit him and saw him laughs with George.

Her heart swelled knowing he’s happy but her brain wondered why he wasn’t doing that with her. Y/N shook her head trying to get rid of the thoughts and was just happy he was happy.

The days went on and Y/N could feel her heart break and break even more. Fred barely smiled when he was at the flat.

At first Y/N thought Fred just needed space from her and she didn’t blame him for that. In relationships sometimes the two people needed to talk and be around friends, family.

Y/N felt like she couldn’t even feel his love and he was just tolerating hers.

But this has been going on for a couple months and Y/N could feel herself start to feel like she had no one to talk to. George was always around Fred and would feel bad if he knew she was talking to his brothers/family.

Like with her job Y/N’s boss was being a bit rude and she didn’t know who talk too.

Sometimes the loneliness got hard. With the effects of the war Y/N often get panic attacks where Y/N could feel the walls close in on her. She could feel her breathing start her faster and faster.

Then Y/N found a place where she could calm down. A beach where she would just listen to waves crashing and the animals making there noises.

But it didn’t solve her problems with Fred.

At the 3 month mark Y/N kept throwing up in the morning for 2 weeks straight. It was easy to hide it from Fred since the two barely talked and he left from work early.

Then she noticed she missed her period. Y/N and Fred rarely have sex since the war but one drunk night they had together must of been it.

Y/N wanted to be sure so she got a test from the wizarding world that would tell her if she was pregnant 100%.

As Y/N paced in her and Fred’s shared bathroom she began to think about how Fred was gonna take it. Fred always told Y/N he wanted kids but now she doesn’t know.

Would bringing a baby into the mix make things worse? Would Fred be mad at her?

When it was time to look at the test Y/N took a deep breath before picking up the test and let out a sad sigh.

Positive.

Y/N put her hand on her belly and smiled. She was already love her/him. This was something her and Fred created together.

Maybe this will help Y/N’s and Fred’s relationship.

Y/N looked at the time and noticed it was only 1. It was her day off. Y/N wanted to tell Fred immediately.

Y/N grabbed her coat with bubbling excitement as she strolled to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with a smile on her face. Even though the past months haven’t been good for her this was a good thing to happen to Y/N.

The shop was filled with loads and loads of customers when Y/N entered the shop. As her eyes roamed the store Y/N could see Fred talking with someone with a smile on his face.

Angelina Johnson.

Y/N didn’t hate the girl they were friends in school. But when Fred and Y/N were just friends he told her he had a crush on Angelina which made Y/N jealous.

But she could never hate Angelina. She was so sweet and Angelina even reassured Y/N that she didn’t like Fred.

But now Y/N could feel her stomach turn as Fred laughed at something Angelina said. Did he still have feelings for her? Is that why he was around as much?

Y/N felt tears brim her eyes as Fred looked so happy. And it hurt her so much to see that he wasn’t happy with her.

She bit her lip to stop herself from sobbing and breaking down.

Y/N rushed out of the shop with tears staining her cheeks as she ran home getting looks from strangers.

Once Y/N reached the flat Y/N took her jacket off and let out a sob as she laid down her and Fred’s bed.

Y/N curled up into a ball trying to get herself to calm down. She didn’t understand why Fred was treating herself this way.

Y/N thought she would be happy with him.

Y/N put her hand on her stomach where there would be a bump in months. She didn’t know what to do now.

Y/N must’ve cried for hours when she heard Fred yell “I’m home.”

Y/N looked at the clock and noticed it was 5 with a surprised look on her face. Y/N could hear Fred enter the bed room with a confused look on his face.

“What’s wrong love,” Fred asked and he sounded concerned. This was the first time she heard Fred sound like he cared for her in a while.

“Nothing,” Y/N scoffed rolling her eyes at the red haired boy.

“Odiously something’s,” Fred sat down on the foot of the bed by the side of the bed she was. He put his hand on her leg and gave it a squeeze to get her attention.

“What,” Y/N snapped sitting up to look up at him.

“Why’re you crying love,” Fred asked concern lacing his words as he cupped Y/N’s cheek wiping the tears away.

“Why do you care,” Y/N could feel more tears coming and with her being pregnant didn’t help her.

“Because you’re my girlfriend and I love you,” Fred softly replied.

“Why now?” Y/N questioned as he gave her a confused look. “Huh. For the last few months you have been avoiding me not talking to me and now you want to know how I feel,” She could feel anger fume in her as Fred looked at her.

“I don’t know what your talking about,” Fred avoided eye contact.

“Just stop lying you’re happy with everyone but me. Hell you’re even more happy with other girls than me,” Y/N huffed looking at the boy.

“I haven’t been talking to other girls,” Fred snapped.

“I saw you with Angelina laughing and smiling and talking,” Y/N whispered angrily.

“We were just talking and why were you at the shop,” Fred asked annoyance in his eyes.

He knows he’s being unreasonable and he knows he’s been distance. Fred didn’t mean to be but when other people asked how he was he could lie but not to Y/N.

“I wanted to tell you I was pregnant but you looked pretty busy,” Y/N had irritation in her voice as she shouted.

“What,” Fred asked flabbergasted with his eyes wide and his face full of shock.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Y/N huffed and went to lay down even thought it’s only 5:20.

But Fred doesn’t let her as he grabs her hand to pull her up into a hug. He hides his face in the crook of her neck missing the smell of her shampoo.

“I can’t believe it,” Fred smiled.

“Fred we’ve barely talked the last months and now you just won’t leave me alone,” Y/N snapped pushing him away.

“I’m so sorry love,” Fred looked at Y/N with tears coating his eyes.

“I just want to know why,” Y/N desperately asked feeling out of ideas.

“I couldn’t lie to you,” Fred blurted out.

“What,” Y/N asked as she scrunched her face up with confusion.

“When you ask me if I was fine I can’t say yes like with everyone else,” Fred whispered. Y/N looks up at him with sorrow in her eyes. “Ever since the war it feels like I can’t breathe sometimes and I wake up with nightmares bothering you.”

“Fred,” Y/N whispered reaching towards to touch his face. “You could’ve just talked to me,” She smiles at him.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” Fred rolled his eyes at himself feeling horrible for the way he treated the love of his life.

“You could never bother me with your problems,” Y/N removed her hand from his face grabbing his hand.

“Will you forgive me,” Fred asked hoping he could get another chance.

“Yes,” Y/N sighed and she loved the way his eyes brightened. “But we have to talk more often please,” She pleaded.

“Of course of course,” Fred rushed out and grabbed Y/N’s face to kiss her.

“I love you so much darling.”

“I love you too Freddie.”

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