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soapisahimbo · 1 year

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Their S/O Already Has A Kid - 141 (+Alejandro & König) Edition

Anonymous asked: Your work is god tier, absolutely slaying rn. I'm not sure if you're taking requests but if you are... hear me out- can I please get the mw2 boys with an s/o who already has a kid? How would they interact with the kid?

So I wasn't entirely sure on what angle to approach this from, but I've written this as if reader has been a single parent who has worked with 141 for a while (not necessarily a soldier), the other parent isn't really in the picture and the kid is somewhere around 4-5 years old. I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but I sincerely hope you enjoy!

warnings: none! couldn't find a good gif to use though :(

John 'Soap' MacTavish:

From the second he finds out you have a child, way before there's even any suggestion that you will one day be a couple, he's on a mission to become The World's Best Uncle. It's like he's participating in a competition that no one else signed up for - he wants to be your kid's absolute favourite and he'll be damned if anyone else tries it. Will frequently ask you about the kid; "how're they doin' in school?", "do they have friends to play with?", "what do they want for Christmas?", "are they growin' well?", and even checks up with you to see if they need new clothes or anything. He will always have something for them for their birthday or Christmas and will happily say to you, "this is from Uncle Soap, all right? Take pictures when they open it, I wanna see how they like it!"

He has a natural desire to look after the people around him, and since he considers you a close and fast friend, he'll want nothing more than to help you out if he can. The closer you grow, the more he gets the urge to prove himself worthy - to prove that he'll be good to you and that you can trust him - and it's a sentiment he keeps long after you get together. You and your child become like a family to him, and it's a family he's keen on keeping.

The two of them will be like two peas in a pod. He'll play around with them near constantly, tell them stories from his job (adjusted to be more child-friendly) and teach them how to play football. He asks them about school, helps them with homework and he will happily treat the kid as his own. You're the love of his life and this child is his best little friend. He loves you both dearly and it fills him with immense happiness to have you two to come back home to once you live together. If he's available for it, he'll go with you guys to events and theme parks, and hopefully longer vacation trips. He doesn't ever expect them to call him "dad" (although if it were to happen, it would probably have him sobbing uncontrollably), he's just happy to be with you, and to be The World's Best Uncle Soap.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

It's worth mentioning that he'll be hesitant to get any closer to you than necessary at first, not because of any sort of disdain towards you or towards kids, but because of who he is. Simon has been through some terrible shit, and his work consists of doing even more terrible shit, and so he thinks that being any sort of role model to a child is way out of his range.

This doesn't mean he doesn't care, though. When you first get to know him, he seems cold and aloof and he doesn't seem to show any particular interest in you. What with you being on his team though, and him knowing that you're a single parent, he might approach you with the intent of at least showing some sort of support, whatever support he might be capable of showing.

He'll get something for the kid, like a stuffed animal or some sort of toy, but he doesn't hand it to you personally; he'll leave it somewhere where he knows you'll find it, like on your desk if you have one, and pretend like nothing happened.

He wants to keep his distance, but he can't deny the strange urge to look after you. It starts slow. He never asks, but he'll listen when you tell him about your child; how they've been doing lately, what you've done during the weekend, something funny they did or said. At first you might think he's ignoring you, but then one day he hands you a little trinket and tells you it's "for the little one, figured they might like it."

Growing closer and realizing that he has feelings for you is a complicated ordeal for him and he tries to keep it locked away deep down, but he's unable to stop himself for some reason. Once together, he cares greatly about you and your child, even if he might not always know how to show it.

He makes an unspoken promise to never let anything harm either of you, and so he keeps you under the radar as best he can. His team might know that you're together, but that's as far as they're informed. You won't hear much from him while he's out on missions, and he rarely mentions you or your kid to anyone, keeping any information about you sealed up tightly in the back of his mind, and if anyone asks he'll only give short-clipped answers, if he even bothers to answer in the first place. It's all to keep you safe.

With you, though, he's much more loving and gentle than others would even guess he's capable of. If you live together, he'll pick your kid up in his arms when he gets home and plant a gentle and loving kiss on your lips in greeting. Never raises his voice at anything if one or both of you are near, even if he's aggravated or annoyed. He plays ever so gently with your kid, even if they're play-wrestling and he's tossing them around because he's incredibly aware of his strength, and he sits patiently and quietly while they doodle on his arms or even his face and tells them bad (child-friendly) puns to get them to laugh. You and the kid are practically the only ones that get to see him smile.

His own childhood was incredibly traumatizing, and he tries his damnedest to make sure that that doesn't bleed over onto you or the kid, even if it means that he has to step away for a while. He's working on it, you might just need to give him some time. If this is as serious as he thinks it is, he wants to be the absolute best that he can be for you.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

He is oh, so gentle with your child. He's the dude that calmly and casually follows your kid around to make sure that they don't get in trouble while they explore. He's done it since the first time they met, and he still does it now, only interfering when they're headed somewhere they shouldn't be, or when they turn to him to play or talk. The type to offer to take care of them so that you can rest or focus on other things, and tells you "it's no skin off my nose" when you tell him that he really doesn't need to. He lets the kid approach him rather than try to get them to interact with him, and it's because of this exact mindset that kids usually love him. If they want to hug him, he'll happily wrap them up in a big and warm hug, but he's not going to convince them to because kids deserve their own bodily autonomy just as much as any adult.

He's one of those people who just magically makes kids fall asleep even when they're in that "I am dead tired but I refuse to sleep for some ungodly reason so I'm just gonna scream and cry at everything"-state, and it baffles you every time, but you're certainly not complaining. He has this air about him that is just very calming, and he makes both you and your kid feel immensely safe just by his presence alone. He starts out as just a close and caring friend, and the transition to more than just friends to an actual couple is a smooth one; one day you just kiss and you're not even surprised. It feels natural to have him around and when you see him interact with your child, it's like he's supposed to be there. You can't imagine anyone else, as if whatever empty space was there had been Gaz-shaped all along.

Gets your kid to laugh delightfully without even trying, wipes their tears gently and kisses their cheeks when they've scraped their knees or bumped their head, listens intently when they talk, even if they're just speaking nonsense ("but of course, all superheroes are from Norway."*) and will absolutely not laugh when they call Soap a dumb stinky poopyface.

Despite his calm demeanour though, Gaz is still a soldier, and very well-trained one at that. Should anyone approach you or your kid with the intent to harm you or threaten you, rest assured that he will not just let that slip by. He would give his life to protect both of you without even a hint of hesitation.

*based on an actual conversation I had with one of my nephews

Alejandro Vargas:

He doesn't care what anyone says, doesn't care what anyone thinks, doesn't care about what the kid looks like or how old they are, he is Dad™ now. Will wholeheartedly claim your child as his own and fight anyone who questions it. What the hell do you mean they look nothing alike, that's his fucking kid, are you blind?

He's so eager and willing to help, even long before you start dating. Takes any chance he gets to invite you and your child over, be it for food, for movie nights, to go to the park, or simply to talk. Before you know it, he has clothes and toothbrushes dedicated to both of you at his place, reminding you again and again that his door is always open for you; no need to even knock.

Let's be real, as generous and charming as he is, it's his sincerity that has you falling for him. He offers to take care of the kid while you rest, or to come over to clean up your home (Rodolfo might join as well, partly because of his goodhearted nature, partly because Alejandro roped him into it), and he looks you deep in the eyes when he tells you that his family is your family, be it Los Vaqueros or his own blood relatives. It's how he confesses to you as well, telling you that even if you don't reciprocate, he'll still be there for you.

If you didn't know any better, you yourself would start to question whether or not Alejandro is somehow the actual father. It's like they have some sort of telepathic connection, almost. The only one who knows that kid's moods and mannerisms and habits better than him, is you. He works with you like a team to make sure that you're always on the same page and make sure that you know that he only ever wants the best for you and the kid. Teaches them Spanish if it's not already their native language, and if they happen to pick up a curse-word from somewhere, he'll be horrified (kid said "puta" once and you thought he'd have a heart attack).

Much like Ghost, he'll keep you under the radar to keep you safe. Sends letters and gifts in secret when he's deployed, and now has a stronger determination than ever to stay alive. He doesn't ever want to imagine that one day might be the last he'll ever see you, so he'll walk through hell and high water to make sure he will return to you.

König:

He doesn't really know how to handle kids, but he sure does try. He is huge compared to this tiny little human - his calf alone is almost the same size as the entire child - so he tries to shrink himself down as much as he can. They might be a bit intimidated by him at first, but once that passes he is practically given the role of a human jungle gym. He stays alert, making sure that he's able to catch them should they fall off, and as awkward as he might feel, he would never let this little one come to harm. When you tell your kid to leave him be or be gentler with him, he quickly assures you that it's no problem and that he doesn't mind it at all; thinks it's quite fun actually. Before you know it, this tiny being less than a quarter of his size will be like his little sidekick, and it's honestly the funniest thing you've seen.

He's nervous around you though, not only because it's your child, but because over time the harmless little crush he's had on you grows stronger and stronger and stronger, and he's not sure how to handle it. When he tells the kid to be good to you, it's partly directed towards himself as well, as if he's telling himself to look after you. The idea of holding the child in one arm and you in the other fills him with such warmth that it almost catches him off guard. You're the one who tells him how you feel, and it kickstarts a full avalanche of stumbling words out him, because he's trying to find the right way to tell you that he feels the same and that he wants to be a part of your life.

He will be incredibly gentle with that child - he'll fuzz over the tiniest little bump or bruise or scrape, even if they're not bothered by it in the slightest. Picks them up very carefully while they can pull and tug and jump on him with all the strength their little body can muster without him ever budging - play-wrestling and tickle fights will be very carefully done because he would hate to accidentally hurt them. Loves teaching them German if they don't already speak it, and much like Alejandro, he will practically see his life flash by his eyes if they ever happen to learn a curseword from somewhere - especially if they accidentally picked it up from him.

Will keep any semblance of violence away from you and your child to as far of an extent as he can, but if anything happened to either one of you, he'd crush the skulls of everyone involved with his bare hands, that's for sure.

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fluentmoviequoter · 4 months

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Confessions of a SWAT Team

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!SWAT!reader

Summary: You and Deacon fell in love with each other, but didn't tell anyone. When officers closer to your age begin flirting with you, Deacon grows distant and won't tell you why.

Warnings: angst, fluff, age gap (not specific but I imagined ~15-20 years, so reader would be late 20s?), Deacon is protective, some arguing, mentions of insecurity, reader is somewhat shy, I used the term "suicide bomber" once in passing. Luca, Street, and Hondo meddle. I think that's all!

Word Count: 2.9k+ words

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Falling in love with Deacon Kay was easy. Telling anyone, including the man himself, is not so easy.

Deacon Kay never considered the idea of skydiving to be scary… until he found himself falling head over heels for you, the newest recruit. When you walked in on your first day, confident of your skills yet willing to learn your place in the team and receive feedback, he felt something new. You were quiet and reserved, willing to learn, and each time he complimented your skills or offered an idea to make something easier or for improvement, you opened up a bit more. More than attraction, there was a deep need to get to know you, to protect you, to stay close to you, and, later, to hide his biggest secret from you and everyone else. Deacon Kay was falling in love but knew it was wrong.

At the end of your probationary period, you and Deacon have a deep connection, secrets and all. His need to stay close and protect you has only strengthened with time, but every time he looks at you, sees your youth, and pictures the bright future you could have, he tries to silence his heart and listen to his mind. You’re too young and could do so much better, he thinks.

Two months into working with 20 David, you were trapped face-to-face with a suicide bomber. With no protection and no escape route, you maintained a brave act while hoping, praying, that your gear would keep you alive. With three seconds left on the detonator countdown, you feel someone wrap their arms around you as their shoulder blocks your face. The force of the explosion knocks you backward, twisting in your savior’s arms to land on top of Deacon. You feel the pressure build in your eyes as you yell at him never to do that again. He can never know, but his protectiveness scares you because it puts him directly in harm’s way.

After the bombing incident, Deacon gets closer. He puts himself between you and gunfire, taking several shots to his Kevlar while leading you to safety. During a raid with narcotics, a cartel leader jumps on top of you, and you struggle for the upper hand until Deacon hauls him off of you, finishing the fight on your behalf. After Deacon protects you, he always takes you back to the station, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back as he leads you somewhere private. He tends to your wounds and reminds you that he’s always there if you need to talk.

You want to talk to him more than anything, but Deacon is a Sergeant II, and he’s older than you, and, most importantly, he likely frowns upon inter-team relationships. So, you bottle everything up. Forever.

“You think he’ll ever tell her?” Street asks as Deacon walks out, close enough to you that your hands brush with every step.

“He hasn’t even told us,” Luca points out.

“Maybe we should do something.”

“Their relationship is theirs, guys,” Hondo interjects. “We shouldn’t interfere. Yet.”

Street and Luca smile at the thought of intervening in the future and seeing their teammates happy. They know Deacon is single-handedly responsible for breaking you out of your shell, but they’d like to see it go one step further.

✯✯✯✯✯

“She’s gorgeous,” someone says.

Deacon’s brow furrows as he hears voices grow louder. He tries to focus on the computer before him, looking for blueprints for an entry raid.

“Care for a friendly bet?” a second voice asks.

Several young officers dressed in street clothes stop beside the door where Deacon is working. He can see them, but they haven’t noticed him yet. His focus wavers when he thinks he hears your name.

“Of course, we’re still talking about her,” the first guy answers.

Deacon’s focus shifts completely, turning to face them. They’re close to your age and attractive, but what bothers him most is how easily they discuss their attraction to you.

“If you suggest a ‘first one to get a date with her’ bet, I’m out.”

“I was thinking more we see whose pickup line lands better, then we let her choose. She’s not a prize, she’s a person.”

Yet you’re planning to use her as an object in a bet, Deacon thinks.

“Were you at the range yesterday afternoon? She was there. I can’t believe how good she is. 20 David is lucky.”

“For more reasons than one.”

Deacon clenches his jaw as they walk away, still comparing what they've seen of your shooting and fighting skills. He watches you in awe, too, but they have a shot to get close to you.

“Focus,” he whispers to himself, facing the computer.

“Hey, Deac,” you call as you enter. “Hondo wanted to know if you found the property record? Although, I’m still arguing that this is a waste of your talents.”

You stop beside him, leaning against the desk and smiling at him.

“Uh, yeah,” Deacon answers, trying to look anywhere but at your beautiful eyes. “I got it.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m great. Let’s go.”

You nod slowly before following him out. Two men call your name, and you look over, tilting your head as they beckon you over.

“I’ll be right there, Deac,” you tell him, tapping his shoulder twice.

He nods, watching silently as you walk to them. They smile as they say something quiet enough that he can’t hear. There’s a small smile on your face, and Deacon thinks you’re introducing yourself.

Pointless, he thinks, they know more about you than they should. Not as much as me, though.

The thought catches Deacon off guard, and when he looks back up, the taller officer is openly flirting with you. You laugh and push a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Deacon missed his chance. He walks away while you continue smiling at them, seemingly enjoying their flirtations.

✯✯✯✯✯

You’re uncomfortable; these officers are 1) flirting with you while you’re still working and 2) way too young and immature for you. Forcing a laugh and moving your hand to your hair nervously, you glance over and only see Deacon’s back as he leaves.

“Well, I’ve got to go,” you blurt out, interrupting the worst pickup line you’ve ever heard, “but it was nice to meet you.”

“Oh, okay. We’ll see you around?” one asks.

“I’m sure we will, we work in the same building,” you answer before realizing that it sounds a little too much like an invitation to come talk to you again.

Rushing to follow Deacon, you enter an office behind him, and Hondo immediately starts talking. You stand by Deacon, but he doesn’t look over and roll his eyes at Hondo’s bad analogies like usual. Fiddling with your fingers, you try to focus but wonder what happened. He could have a lot on his mind, or maybe you did something wrong. You decide to give it some time and hope that it passes.

20 David spends the afternoon training, and when you get in the ring with Deacon, you expect it to go as usual. Typically, you throw a few punches and have to beg Deacon to fight back and make it fair. However, today, Deacon has no problem immediately giving you a full-force hit. You step back and catch yourself before returning the hit. You lose the sparring round, and Deacon climbs out without a glance in your direction.

When you see him later while preparing to go home for the night, you stay quiet. Part of you hopes he’ll yell at you or something - anything to acknowledge you, but nothing happens.

“Goodnight,” you say as Deacon leaves the locker room.

He nods without looking at you. Your heart feels like it’s in pieces on the locker room floor, and you take a deep breath before gathering your things to go home.

“Heading out?” Luca asks as he walks in. You nod, and he adds, “We’re going out for a little bit, want to come?”

“No thanks,” you say quietly, closing your locker gently. “See you tomorrow.”

Street opens the door from the other side and holds it, his smile falling as you duck your head and rush past him.

“What happened?” he asks Luca.

“Deacon,” he answers.

“Want to tell me why Deacon is slamming doors?” Hondo asks when Luca and Street exit.

“Is it just Deacon?” Luca asks knowingly.

“Should we do something now? That distance isn’t safe in the field and if she’s nervous around him…” Street trails off.

“We may have to. She’s not the only emotional one, though. Deac looked a little green on his way out,” Hondo responds.

“What now?”

“Let’s see how tomorrow goes. We have the gala tomorrow night, so something needs to happen. And soon.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Sitting on your couch, you replay every event of the day. Obviously, you did something wrong, which is why Deacon is so eager for space between you. The only ‘bad’ thing that happened before he changed was the officers flirting with you, but you were still on time, so you didn’t do anything wrong.

If Deacon wants space, you’ll give it to him. It’s the least you can do.

The garment bag in your bathroom catches your attention, and you cross your fingers that the gala is enjoyable and not an evening spent avoiding and being avoided by the one man you’d like to dance with.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hey, brother, you clean up nice,” Hondo taunts as Deacon approaches.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” Deacon replies, a small smile tugging at his lips. He glances around but doesn’t find what, or who, he’s looking for.

“She’s not here yet,” Street says.

“What?”

Hondo shakes his head, and Street takes his cue, excusing himself to let Hondo and Deacon talk.

“What happened between you two?” he inquires.

“Me and Street?”

Hondo rolls his eyes before looking pointedly at Deacon. “You’re jealous.”

Deacon’s eyes stray from Hondo, locking on something behind him. Turning his head, Hondo laughs when he sees what is more worthy of his friend’s attention.

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Stepping into the large ballroom, you barely have time for a full breath before the officers from earlier sidle up to you and begin talking. You smile politely and nod, not listening to what they’re saying, as you scan the venue for Deacon. When you find him, he’s standing beside Hondo. Hondo steps away, and Deacon’s eyes lock on yours, his brown eyes wide as his jaw clenches. The eye contact doesn’t last long; Deacon turns his back to you and disappears into the crowd. Your heart and smile fall, so the men surrounding you switch tactics, openly complimenting you, though most of it doesn’t affect you in the slightest.

“Excuse me,” you mutter quietly, pushing between them to follow Deacon.

You deserve an explanation, and you’re going to get one. It takes a few minutes, but you find Deacon standing in front of a fireplace in what appears to be a private office off the back hallway.

“Deac?” you ask, wringing your fingers in front of your stomach.

Deacon doesn’t turn around, but he can see you in his mind (not that you ever leave), with your hair styled beautifully, an outfit that flatters you in every way, and glassy eyes and glossy lips. No matter what you’re wearing, street clothes, your uniform, or formal wear for a police gala, you always look perfect to Deacon. Tonight, though, you’re practically begging to be kissed breathless, to be adored, and if he looks at you, he won’t be able to restrain himself.

“What did I do?”

The question presents your insecurity and shyness, which take Deacon back to your first month when you could barely look him in the eye, and your answers had a five-word maximum. He rubs his hand down his face, hearing you shift behind him.

“Please tell me what I did to make you do this,” you plead.

“You didn’t do anything, I’m just working through some things,” he answers carefully, his back to you. “No big deal.”

“If it’s not a big deal then why am I losing you over it?” you snap, your growing anger overpowering your sadness and nervousness.

“You’re not losing me,” Deacon says, sighing.

“It sure feels like it, David.”

You never use his first name, and the moment Deacon hears it, he turns around. He sees you and loses some of his jealousy and anger but says what he needs to anyway.

“I just needed some space to think,” he replies. “Is that wrong?”

“Needing space to think and avoiding me are two different things.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you-“

“Then why did you leave? Why haven’t you said more than fifteen words to me in the last two days?”

“Why didn’t you talk to me at first?” he asks, his voice rising slightly. He regrets the question immediately but can’t apologize before you speak again.

“If this is what talking to you is going to be like from now on, maybe I never should have started,” you admit, dropping your head as tears gather at your waterline.

“You don’t mean that,” Deacon says quietly.

“Just tell me why. Tell me the truth.”

Deacon doesn’t say anything, and you bite your bottom lip as you think. Deacon wants nothing more than to grab your face, tug your lip free, and kiss you until you don’t talk to him, not because he created a rift between you but because he steals your breath. You’re all he’s ever wanted and more, but the idea still terrifies him. The rejection alone could kill him, but having to see you at work would be worse.

“If you want me to join another team or something, tell me,” you demand. “But I deserve to know why you decided I wasn’t worth the lack of space.”

Deacon’s eyes race to find yours. “This is not about your worth,” he answers, anger spilling through. Not at you, though; at himself, at the situation he put you in, and at those officers who have a chance at what he craves most.

“Then why are you acting like you hate being near me?”

“Because I cannot lose another person I love!” he yells.

You freeze, unable to form a reply. Deacon takes a deep breath when he realizes what he confessed. Your silence is worse than yelling at him.

“I’m sorry,” he begins.

“I love you too,” you whisper, a single tear breaking free when you smile. “I’m in love with you.”

Deacon steps forward, closing the physical and emotional gap. Taking your left hand, he raises his to wipe your tears. His hand lingers by your face as you smile up at him.

“I was jealous,” he explains. “Those cops were flirting with you yesterday and you looked happy. They’re closer to your age and you have more in common. It made sense for you to go for them, not me.”

“Deacon, I was uncomfortable, not happy. I turned around to find you and you were gone and then you just kept getting further away. I want you, Deacon Kay. No one else.”

“Care to dance with me?” he asks quietly.

“I’d love to. I’ve been wanting to all week,” you answer.

His smile grows, drawing your attention to his eyes as he leads you back to the ballroom. You don’t see any members of your team as you walk onto the dance floor. Deacon leads, letting you lean on him again, something you missed in the short time it was gone. The song ends, and you straighten, preparing to pull away.

“I want you too,” Deacon says. “But I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

“Then don’t,” you encourage, smiling as you tap his hand twice.

Deacon smiles and pulls his hands from yours, cupping your face and kissing you without hesitation. You slide your hands up his chest to rest under his lapel. Deacon feels your heart race, his thumb against the pulse point below your jaw, but his beats steadily below your hand. With each of Deacon’s movements, more of your breath, more of your life, more of you becomes his.

“Aye, Deac!” Luca yells from the crowd. “Way to go!”

“About time!” Street adds, leading a round of applause from the entire LAPD.

Deacon pulls back from you, smiling when you hide your face against his neck. He sees the flirty cops from earlier awkwardly clapping with the crowd. His hand rubs up and down your back, glad that everyone, you included, knows that you’re his and he is yours.

“Told you,” Hondo teases as he walks to Deacon’s side. “Green ain’t your color.”

“He only means figuratively, you look good in everything,” you mumble against his skin.

“Want to get out of here?” Deacon asks, his hands still on your back as he holds you against him.

“Please,” you reply, tapping his chest twice.

He leads you out, stopping you after you’re outside.

“Why do you tap me twice?” Deacon asks gently, his arm around your waist and his jacket over your shoulders.

“It’s the only way I could tell you without actually saying it,” you say with a shrug.

“Say what?”

“That I love you.”

Deacon smiles, tapping your waist twice as he moves you to stand closer to him.

His lips meet yours again, and when your hands reach his jaw, you’re not sure where you end or Deacon begins, and it’s perfect. Deacon Kay was easy to fall in love with, easy to be in love with, and he was absolutely worth the wait.

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purpleyoonn · 9 months

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the line between love and war 11

C H A P T E R 11: PTD D1 Soundcheck

“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”

Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: mc has a fear of heights, mc insta live, protective bangtan, not that much going on, more of a filler chapter,

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Masterlist // Chapter 10 // Chapter 12

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

“I need pictures with my daughter to show my friends.” Was her excuse for extra pictures, making you grin back at her. You didn’t mind, even posting some pictures on your Instagram afterwards, putting a small heart over her face to keep her anonymity like Hobi wanted.

You ended up spending the entire day with them, getting frozen yogurt and buying a couple of things that Jiwoo picked out for you, saying you would look beautiful in them. They were even cotton like you wanted.

It was an amazing day with family.

Today was the first day of the concerts the boys would be giving, and you had all left early to SoFi stadium for soundcheck and any last-minute things the boys would need to be aware of. You had arrived somewhere between eight and nine that morning, coffees in hand.

You had planned the night before that you would be going with them early, your backpack already packed with snacks and whatever else you and Jungkook decided to pack.

Jungkook has deemed it his job to make sure your backpack was always ready for you, filled with what his instincts told him you would need. So, he insisted on helping you pack, practically pushing you out of the way to make sure you had everything you needed.

You could see how nervous and stressed everyone was, so you decided you would try and stay out of the way of everyone, not wanting to add to the already busy day. So, once you were introduced to the staff, you had kissed the boys goodbye, ignoring their confused stares, and left their dressing room to explore the stadium.

You had your backpack with you, probably making you gain a couple of weird looks, but you ignored it with the thought of exploring. You would never have had this opportunity before, and your curiosity always won out, unfortunately. Your eloping had caused a lot of problems growing up, and you tried your hardest to ignore your instincts, but sometimes they won out.

You moved through backstage first, lanyard and badge worn around your neck so the crew knew who you were. It also helped that Seungho walked a few paces behind you, glaring at everyone that even looked your way. He had been very protective since the incident at the mall. You tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, but he didn’t seem to agree.

You tried to make him smile again by showing him a picture on Amazon of a backpack that had a leash, telling him that you would use it if he wanted. He laughed out loud before shaking his head no. Jin liked the idea though, saying he would have the company make BT21 versions and use the RJ one. Namjoon just shook his head.

You looked at everything you could, from the lights being adjusted to going on the stage where the boys would perform. The gates for soundcheck wouldn’t be opened until three, but you could already hear fans lining up outside the arena, screaming and laughing in excitement for the concert. It had you feeling a little wistful, wishing you could go out there and have the fan experience you dreamed about.

But, you realized, you got to experience something none of them would. While it didn’t make you less wistful, you tried to not be upset about the experience you wouldn’t get. Instead, you decided you could give the fans a new experience.

You opened up your Instagram, and after figuring out how to go live, you hit the button and waited. You were a little insecure, thinking no one would view it, but within seconds you had over a thousand people watching the live.

“Oh, I didn’t think this would work. I’ve never done this but I figured I could give you guys a tour!” You whispered excitedly into the camera, hoping you wouldn’t get into trouble. You didn’t know if you were allowed, and in hindsight, you probably should have asked, but you were excited.

“Hi everyone! My name is Y/N. Wait, you would know this if you’re following me. Uhm, anyways! This is the set up for the stage!” You aren’t quite sure how to turn the camera from front facing to back facing, making a concentrated face while you do so, but instead you just turn yourself so they can see the screen.

You move down the stage, making it so where you weren’t in the screen as you moved. You then turn around so they see the empty seats.

“In just a couple of hours you guys will be in here, then maybe it won’t be so empty.” You look at the screen, seeing comments and questions and a bunch of hearts pop up, surprising you as you didn’t really expect that. You see one that asks where the boys are.

“Where are the boys? Oh! They are getting ready for soundcheck and the concert. When I left the room to explore, they were talking about last minute changes to their outfits.” You hope your answer is okay, reading more of the comments as you move off stage and down the stairs to the seats.

“Oh wow, the stage looks so close when you are in the first row! Now I know how you guys get so many good fancams!” Your excited voice can be heard from the stage, where the boys are starting to come out. You had trouble controlling your volume when you got excited.

Jimin was the first to spot you, standing in front of the first row on the left of the stage, holding your phone up so you could be seen.

“Hyung? Is she on a live?” Jimin pokes Hobi, before pointing to you. Hobi and the others look at you, answering a fans question wondering what you were going to be wearing to the concert. Jungkook is quick to grab his phone, opening up Twitter to see nothing, while Taehyung opened Instagram to see you were in fact going live.

“She is live on Insta, Jiminie.” He spoke, sending his own hearts to you on the app. Jin peaked over his shoulder to see you smiling at the screen, his heart fluttering at how happy you looked.

“Oh, what’s this? Are you sure? They are supposed to be getting ready for soundcheck.” You mumble when you see a bunch of comments come up saying the Taehyung commented on your live, looking up to see Hobi, Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi on the stage, waving dramatically at you. But you didn’t see the others. You thought they were still in the room when an arm wrapped around your waist.

“Oh my gosh you scared me!” You screamed at Jungkook, smacking at him as he just laughed, holding his chest. Jimin and Taehyung appeared over your shoulder, waving at the camera as tons of comments appeared for the boys.

“Well, uh, say hello to ARMY, boys!” You speak up, pointing at the camera. A chorus of “hellos” from the boys had you hearing screams from outside the arena. You turned to Jimin, asking him if the soundcheck was starting soon.

“They are going to be letting them in soon.” Was his response, his eyes focused on the comments flowing on the screen. He was determined to learn English, even more so when he recognized a couple of hate comments. He didn’t want you seeing that so he grabbed your phone out of your hand.

“See you soon, Army.” He gave his biggest smile before hitting the “end live” button. (However, army figured out why he ended the live so quickly and proceeded to make edits about how protective he was while also making edits about how cute you and your facial expressions were.)

“Hey! I wanted to say goodbye.” You told Jimin once you saw he ended the live.

“Sorry baby. The crew is about to let the fans in for soundcheck.” He brought you in for a hug, then proceeded to guide you back onto the stage where the others were waiting.

When you got on stage, you could see the crew running around backstage, doing so many last minute things so the soundcheck goes off without a hitch. You walked with Jimin to where the boys were huddled, his hand planted firmly on the small of your back, keeping you close.

“I see you had some fun on live, baby.” Namjoon spoke up, a dimpled smile on his lips as he pulls you in for a hug, your cheek happily smooshed against his chest. You nodded at his statement, too comfortable and warm to bother moving.

You loved when they hugged you like this, letting your entire body just fall into them, their arms wrapped around you, just letting you relax into them. It felt so nice and had you feeling warm and loved.

You had your eyes closed, missing the look Namjoon had sent you, a soft smile on his lips. But Hobi didn’t miss it, taking a quick picture and archiving it into the newly made folder on his phone with your name on it. He already had a bunch saved, mainly candids of you, seeing as you didn’t really feel comfortable with posed photos yet.

You just listened to them talk about how the soundcheck was going to go, leaning into Namjoon as they began to put their in-ears on. They all already had their mics in hand, making it simpler for them as they discussed which song they were going to rehearse first.

When the army’s with soundcheck tickets started trickling in, Namjoon had squeezed you against him really quick before reluctantly letting you go, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“We will see you later, okay?” You nodded your head, almost too relaxed to think about speaking. The others also bid you the same goodbye, kissing your lips in passing as they moved to their places on stage and Seungho guided you backstage.

“Do you think we could watch the soundcheck too?” You turn to Seungho to ask him when he began to guide you back to the dressing room.

“I don’t think it’s safe...” He began to say when you cut him off.

“I won’t watch from the front! What about the higher up seats? Like the 200’s section?” You ask him, basically pleading with your hands bundled together in front of your chest. You even tried to break out the puppy dog eyes that always worked on Yoongi.

“I promise we will be safe.” You tell him, hoping that will work, and then squealing from excitement as he finally relents and nods his head. You grab his hand and practically drag him to the entrance you remember from your earlier exploration that led you to the stairs that take you to the higher sections.

You waste no time climbing up the large number of stairs in front of you, almost tripping a couple of times to Seungho’s dismay.

When you reached the top, you were excited. You moved from seat to seat trying to figure out which one had the best view, spending a couple minutes picking before eventually sitting in the one right in the middle of the first row. None of the fans could see you unless they were specifically looking for you. (They did, in fact, spot you and your photos circulated twitter for a couple of hours)

You took your backpack off and took out the army bomb you snuck in there behind Jungkook’s back. You put your batteries in it and excitedly started waving it, causing laughter to erupt from Seungho, his eyes closed as he laughed at your animated form.

You didn’t know where you would be during the concert, so you came prepared in case you were allowed to go to the soundcheck and didn’t have to be backstage. You really wanted to experience the concert and didn’t care how you did it.

You tried to stay still in your seat but it didn’t work. You danced and sang along the entire time, happy that you could hear the songs live, even if you weren’t necessarily at the concert.

However, during a small break in the soundcheck where the boys had some issues with the back track, you took a second to look around, realizing exactly how high up you were in the stadium. You could feel your heart racing, as if trying to jump out of your ribcage.

You think the last time you were high in the air was at your home city’s yearly fair, where you had a panic attack on the Ferris Wheel years ago. You didn’t realize you were still scared of heights, not having been any place high in such a long time.

You were starting to feel sick, so you sat down and slowly turned to Seungho, who had noticed something change in your energy.

“Can we, uh, can we get down? I forgot I was scared of heights.” You whisper, unable to force your volume any louder in your terror. You were feeling dizzy and like you were going to fall over the edge of the balcony with every second that ticked by.

“Of course.” Seungho spoke quickly, helping you to stand up on your shaky legs before holding your hand and slowly helping you back down the stairs to the first floor. You felt like a newborn doe walking for the first time, your legs shaky and unbalanced.

“Why don’t we find a couple of seats in the 100’s sections, behind where the floor is set up? Would that be easier for you?” Seungho asked, knowing just how badly you wanted to experience the soundcheck like a normal fan. You couldn’t be on the floor for safety reasons, but he didn’t see why you couldn’t at least be behind them.

You think about it, turning your head to glance at where he had gestured. It wasn’t too high off the ground and seemed to be at the relative height of the stage where you had previously stood already.

“I think so.” You nod at him, and he could still see the traces of fear across your expression, the way your eyes had widened, lips pursed and jaw clenched.

Seungho brought you to the small steps that would bring you to the first row of the 100’s section, maybe ten feet from where the people at the edge of the floor were standing. You noticed another guard move over to where you were standing, in between you and the fans in soundcheck.

Despite the boys being on stage and surrounded by fans, you were still a priority to the staff and security.

You enjoyed the rest of soundcheck in the front row, not as energetic and excited as before, but you couldn’t help but shake your arms side to side in front of you, your hands in fists as you tried to not stand up on your still shaky legs. Your stimming had Seungho relaxing a little, knowing you were feeling slightly better, or, you would be as you continued to stim.

A couple of minutes before soundcheck ended, Seungho decided it would be the best time for you to go back to the dressing room and wait for the boys. You agreed, also wanting to go back and see them and hoping they would be able to spare some time for cuddles.

You’ve decided since meeting them, you loved cuddles. You loved being held. You loved being touched. But only by them. It was a weird conclusion to you as you hated being touched before you met them. You didn’t care though. You loved how you felt being with them.

You called the feeling ‘small thoughts no brain’. You didn’t have to think about anything, worry about anything. You didn’t have to make any decisions, knowing the boys would make them for you. You could just lay in their arms and feel warm.

Within minutes of you entering the room and sitting down, your backpack resting against the bottom of the long, black couch, the boys had come back in, smiling and laughing. Their energy was palpable and had you even bouncing in your seat. They had put their mics back in their cases before moving to where you sat.

Hobi was the first to reach you, with Taehyung being a close second. They both wrapped their arms around you and had you sitting in this weird position where you were sitting in both of their laps. Taehyung had his head resting on your shoulder while Hobi had his chin resting on your head, your own laying against his shoulder.

“Did you enjoy soundcheck, pretty girl?” Hobi asked you once you became comfortable in their laps.

“I did after we moved down to the lower section.” You grabbed his hand and held it in yours, your fingers tracing shapes into his palm. “I forgot I was scared of heights and being up in the higher sections was not fun once I realized how high up we were.”

Hobi’s eyebrows furrowed at your words. They had planned for you to be in the luxury box they reserved for their family and friends who had flown into LA. If you were scared of heights, that was not going to be good seeing as the box overlooked the lower section.

“Hey Namjoonah?” Hobi called out to their leader who was reaching for a bottle of water from the ice bowl on the catering table.

“Yeah?” Namjoon called back, looking at the three of you relaxing on the couch.

“We need a new plan for Y/n to watch the concert. Our baby is scared of heights.” Once Hobi called this out, everyone looked at you, making your cheeks redden in embarrassment and look down at your lap.

“Don’t be embarrassed love, we all are scared of something.” Jin had walked over with his own water bottle, placing a hand on your chin and tilting your head up to face them again, placing a swift kiss to your lips before moving to sit on the couch opposite you.

“What about having her be in front of us? Like we have the gates around the stage, where the security stand. What if we have her and Seungho along with a couple others stand there? That way we can also keep an eye on her?” Taehyung suggested, his thoughts causing a couple eyebrow raises as the others thought about it.

“I think that could work. Baby, what do you think?” Namjoon turned to you; his last sentence aimed at you.

“Uhm, maybe if I could wear my headphones? I don’t have any like, concert earplugs.” You think about it and feel better when you see Yoongi nod his head at your suggestion.

“Alright then. We well let Sejin and Seungho know. For now, I would appreciate if I could have some pre-concert kisses from my littlest mate.” Namjoon reached his arms out, pouting his lip a little knowing it would cause you to laugh at him.

You struggle to get yourself out of Hobi and Taehyung’s embrace, who noticeably tightened their grip once Namjoon opened his arms.

“Heyyyy, not nice!” You whine, finally pulling yourself away and falling into Namjoon’s arms.

“But we want pre-concert kisses too!” Taehyung whined back, making you laugh again, hiding your face in Namjoon’s neck.

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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august l Lando Norris imagine

a/n: Hello! How are you? Did you see the Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello kissing video? I'm shocked. Anywayssss, this is the second installment of The Collection, a complete different note from the long live piece, but I hope you like it <3 feedback and likes and all those things are greatly appreciated <3

hope you enjoy it! <3

warnings: kinda sad, allusion to sex (like if you squint), couple of swear words.

words: 2k

summary: Every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. His friends whispered that he had been so in love just a couple of weeks ago and now he was holding hands with someone else. But she didn’t care.

i) Your back beneath the sun, wishin’ I could write myself on it.

You knew his face from somewhere.

The pub was dimly lit, the humid London weather somehow making its way inside the semi crowded room, but you could still make out his curly hair and slim figure, holding a beer while smiled at something one of his friends said.

It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t giving them a full smile; his eyes didn’t crinkle all the way and his smile didn’t reach his clear eyes.

You didn’t know him, but you could tell that much.

And it wasn’t like you were trying to make eye contact with him, almost manifesting that the curly haired stranger would notice you. And you now that when his eyes crossed with yours, the smile reached his eyes.

His friends didn’t notice, neither did yours, but you weren’t able to keep it cool anymore, quietly making your way outside with the pretense of needed some air and wanting to light a cigarette.

“How can you smoke with this weather?” You heard his voice for the first time. Calm and soft, almost quiet.

“Nervousness can do that to a person, you now?”

“Why are you nervous?” He believed to know the answer, but still asked you.

“Good looking strangers tend to have that effect on me.”

That was the beginning of the end.

He told you his name was Lando, that he was spending a couple of days in London before returning to his home in Monte-Carlo. You were so entranced that asked your girlfriends to change tables so they could mingle with Lando’s friends.

They were static, knowing you weren’t one to openly flirt or wanting too much contact, gladly accepting to change tables and getting to know the interesting group of strangers.

During the third bottle of champagne, Lando made the invitation to you and your friends to join them in Monaco. It took a bit of convincing from their part, but ended up agreeing to being picked up at 5 PM the next day to catch their private flight.

He said goodbye with a small hug and kiss on the cheek. He didn’t linger, he didn’t take it slow, everything was quick, but you never noticed because you were already hooked.

While your friends squealed on the uber ride back home, not really understanding what the fuck had happened on their casual night out, Lando’s friends were giving him weary looks, trying to understand where this was coming from, because they had dragged him out, because he still was checking his ex girlfriend’s Instagram.

And he knew what he was doing.

It wasn’t revenge on his ex, it was his heart trying to feel something again.

Something that wasn’t the constant ache of having lost the girl with whom he thought would spend years and years together.

He needed to erase the pictures of him and his ex holding his niece in front of the Christmas tree.

The cute post-it she left on his refrigerator for when he got home after a triple header.

And he was sure the warmth of another person would calm the pain, even if it wasn’t much, he’d take whatever was given to him.

And that’s how he ended up with you in his yacht, surrounded by his friends and yours.

You were wearing denim shorts and a black bikini top; simple, forgettable; exactly what he was looking for.

So he placed his arm around your bare waist, not applying to much pressure, but allowing himself to enjoy the goosebumps on your skin when he caressed the exposed flesh, the small smile you gave him after he offered to get you a drink, and the gasp when he left a chaste kiss on your lips.

You noticed the stares of his friends and how your friends became a little more protective, not letting loose on the luxury yacht, keeping an eye on you and Lando. One of them even turned down an offer from a Lebanese businessman.

Talk about friendship.

You noticed the looks he got when you went out to discover a bit of Monte-Carlo, people subtly pointing their phones as he tried to not show his face and cover yours. The only thing you wished for in that moment was for Lando to take your hand and guide you through the coast.

Yes, it was ridiculous. It wasn’t like your mind didn’t remind you that two days ago he was a stranger, but that didn’t stop your heart from wanting to leave a mark so people could see he wasn’t alone, he wasn’t paying attention to them, he was with you for the time being.

ii) and I can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away like a bottle of wine, ‘cause you were never mine.

The Monaco sun was hitting your back, Lando groaning next to you as the grip on your waist tightened and tried to hide his face on your neck, earning a chuckle.

If anyone saw this from the outside, everything happening between Lando and you was straight out of a fairytale; student meets good looking Formula 1 driver, willing to fly her anywhere just to see her.

Maybe all those goods were the reason you were willing to ignore how sometimes he didn’t return the FaceTime calls, but he had a busy schedule, it wasn’t worrying, and you didn’t want to appear like a controlling girl.

You knew your friends tried to send subtle warnings, telling you to not open up too much, to be careful with your feelings, to get to know him better. You understood, this was your first serious relationship.

Right, it wasn’t a relationship just yet.

But even if both your friends saw this through tinted glasses, Lando and you knew about the late nights giggling while trying to find the ticklish spots of each other.

The cute laughter he would give you as you tried to not crash on the wall while driving the simulator.

The soft sighs he’d release when you started threading your fingers through his curls, trying to make him forget a stressful meeting.

The lilies delivered to your apartment when his schedule didn’t allow him to see you for a couple of weeks.

The kisses on your naked skin, knowing how to handle your body better than yourself.

The grateful kisses on your forehead after he tasted a new recipe you saw on Pinterest, only using ingredients approved by his trainer.

They didn’t see that.

But it all went away so quickly.

Suddenly, august was coming to an end. You didn’t even notice, too drunk while discovering Lando, how his body and mind worked.

How the relationship would evolve, when would you accompany him to one of his races, would you move to Monte-Carlo eventually?

All the questions in your head clouded your judgement, made you ignore the clear signs that Lando maybe wasn’t so into it. But he was tired, he was in the middle of the season.

He was fresh out of a breakup…

But he wouldn’t make a move on you just to forget his ex girlfriend, right? Everything you’ve been living during the last months was real. You knew everything was real, he was overwhelmed, that’s all.

But there was a breaking point, even in your hazy vision.

His calls mostly went to voicemail, but he always texted he was busy.

He didn’t invite you to his home as usual, but he was racing.

He didn’t invite you to the paddock, but you weren’t official yet.

You knew in your head this wasn’t right, that he was feeding you just enough to keep you hooked, the bare minimum.

You knew you deserved so much more than that, even if he the prospect of him was exciting, and your heart beat a bit faster every time you saw him.

You were bracing for the fall.

iii) So much for summer love and saying “us”, cause you weren’t mine to lose.

You didn’t want to go through the self-destructive phase when two days went by and he didn’t contact you, but you weren’t making up excuses anymore.

Suddenly, googling his name seemed like the sane idea, inevitably searching for news and photos of him and his ex.

She was gorgeous, worthy of someone like him. They walked hand in hand so carelessly she wore his merch so proudly, she showed up in the paddock so freely.

That’s when she realized it was never going to be her, Lando never meant for her to be more than a summer thing, to not feel her absence.

He was waiting for the right time to go back to her, he’d hit the ground running as soon as a sign was given to him.

But it didn’t make any sense. Maybe it was the disappointment and heartbreak speaking, but you knew with a certainty that what happened during the last couple of months was real.

You didn’t imagine his hard grip on your hip while he took over the DJ table.

You didn’t imagine the soft caresses of his hand on your thigh while he was driving you to an afternoon date.

Your head knew you didn’t make up the loving eyes he dedicated you as you tried to hit the high notes of a song while making the bed.

But he hadn’t reached out in two days, it was pretty self-explanatory. He didn’t really care about nurturing this growing seed between the two of you.

Lando didn’t want you.

It didn’t matter how real everything was to you. How your heart was slowly breaking as tears pooled in your eyes, because you’d never be able to convince yourself that this was meaningless, at least not to you.

Lando

Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you

Listen, I know whatever’s going on between us is new and we never labeled it, but I totally understand if it’s over or whatever

Just talk to me so I can move on and ofc I still wanna be your friend

Was this message too serious?

If you want to ofc lol

Anyway hope ur okay pls don’t ghost me

Pathetic, honestly. But what else can you do when your head is telling you to let go at the same time you heart is begging to keep holding on?

iv) To live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you’d call.

Lando knew this was wrong. Shit, ghosting someone was the lowest of lows, but he wasn’t brave enough to tell you he couldn’t keep up with this, because he’d never be able to give you what you wanted.

He didn’t want to bring you to the paddock and be captured with you as his new girlfriend, because it was never meant to be your place.

But he didn’t know how to put into words what he needed to say to you.

He wasn’t that big of a person. He wasn’t that good of a man.

The tear in his heart was still there, but he couldn’t deny that you palliated his fractured heart, somehow mending the pieces back together.

He couldn’t deny the peace he felt every time you run your hands through his hair.

The grin that appeared after you softly kissed him right when his eyes opened in the morning.

The steady beats of his heart when he knew you were waiting for him to show him the newest recipe you tried.

And Lando he was being unfair, that he wasn’t supposed to open WhatsApp and search your name, knowing your profile picture was taken by him, and he somehow managed to capture your beauty, inside and out.

He took a deep breath before typing.

are you free?

sorry I’ve been missing lately

He was disappointed in himself, because Lando knew you were going to do everything to see him.

He was despicable, his actions were mean.

But Lando still smiled when he noticed you had responded, lightheartedly asking him how he was doing.

Hope was still creeping on your veins, ignoring the fear of falling and breaking for Lando.

Again.

#lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris au #lando norris one shot #lando norris fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1 fanfic

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reminiscingtonight · 1 year

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Closure

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Something soft I wrote last night. Posting early because we gotta celebrate that Arsenal win somehow, right?

[WOSO Masterlist]

She looks beautiful. Despite everything that’s happened, she still looks beautiful.

You’re sitting at the same table, no doubt because Keira wants her two best friends by her side on such a special day, but still, you can’t help but wish she sat you anywhere else but here. All night Leah’s been looking your way, not hiding the sadness and longing whenever your eyes meet. You try to distract yourself with Georgia’s random musings, but even she can’t compete with the magnetic call of Leah’s gaze.

“You should talk to her.”

You’re quick to shake your head. You took it as a win that the blonde hadn’t followed the two of you to the open bar. “She doesn’t want to talk to me, trust me.”

Georgia sighs, picking at the napkin in front of her. “The two of you are obviously still torn up about the whole break up. Just go talk to each other and make up.”

“I’m pretty sure Kei and Luce would rather we not. They don’t need us causing a scene on their special day.”

It was a long time coming, Keira and Lucy’s wedding. You had months to prepare yourself for the inevitable run in you were going to have with Leah, but it still didn’t help when you finally laid eyes upon the blonde.

The two of you had been together for what seemed like forever. You met for the first time during a youth camp eons ago, relationship building as the years passed by. By the time you signed your first senior contract with Arsenal, Leah had already asked and taken you out on a couple dates.

Leah bled red and white, a gooner through and through, it was almost fitting that you were the exact same. The two of you stayed together through all the ups and downs of both your club and national careers. When you won the Euros, you were sure nothing could beat that feeling.

And then Barcelona reached out.

You were elated. Leah… not so much.

Looking back at it now, the month between winning the Euros and the start of the new season was marred with countless arguments and fights.

Leah didn’t want you to leave. “We have a life here together. You can’t just throw it away.”

“I’m not throwing anything away, Leah. It’s Barcelona. It’s… it’s a dream. One that I want to take with you by my side.”

Breaking up was the last thing you wanted.

Somewhere it gets lost in translation.

“If you go, that’s it.” The words are spoken in the quiet of your bedroom, Leah staring at the ceiling, biting back her tears.

You have to fight the urge to hold her. To tell her what you know she wants to hear. “I love you. I will always love you. Please don’t make me choose between my career and you.”

In the end she makes the decision for you.

The night you fly out, you press a shaky kiss against the side of her head. “I love you. I’ll call you when I land.”

Leah doesn’t pick up.

A day later she deletes all traces of you from her social media accounts.

The box full of your things arrives midway through the next week.

It’s an abrupt end to a story you never thought you’d have to close.

You try calling the first couple weeks. Each time your calls go straight to voicemail, but you tell her about your time in the city, the girls you play with, how much you miss her.

The one time your call goes through, Leah interrupts you before you have a chance to say anything. “I wish you never loved me. And that I never loved you.”

She hangs up before you can answer.

It feels like a dagger to the heart when you catch a story of Leah at a party, wrapped around another woman. Tabloids run wild the next couple days, pictures of Leah locking lips with the mysterious girl splashed all throughout the internet.

Injuries prevent you from attending the next couple of camps. The only time you end up putting on the England jersey is the one time Leah’s out with one of her own.

It almost seems as if karma’s mocking you for leaving your home for the unknown.

It’s Georgia’s soft nudge that has you breaking out of your thoughts. You realize with a start that Leah’s making her way towards the two of you.

“Hi.” She sounds breathless. A little nervous. Your heart still flutters at the sound of her voice.

“I’m just gonna…” Georgia makes a jerking motion with her hand, quickly departing before you can stop her.

You’re left staring after your friend, silently cursing her out in your head.

Neither of you say anything as Leah gingerly takes a seat next to you. You can feel her staring at the side of your head, but you keep your eyes down, focused on the drink in your hand.

“I think it’s stupid, but I can’t stop thinking that it should be us out there right now.”

All at once your muscles feel stiff. There’s unshed tears pricking your eyes, because truth is, you can’t help but think the same.

The two of you had been together for close to a decade. Your friends always joked that the two of you would be the first to get married, but you and Leah were happy where you were, still feeling a bit too young to tie the knot. The two of you had talked about it, agreeing to wait until later, until you had a firmer grip on life, on your football careers.

But here you are now, a little past your mid-twenties, alone, wishing more than anything you could go back to those early days. Those days when you still had Leah and could call her yours.

You chance a look up, but Leah’s looking off into the distance, staring wistfully at Keira and Lucy who are in the middle of their first dance.

“Our best friends are getting married, and I should be happy for them, but all I can think about is how that should’ve been us. That should’ve been us standing up there, saying our vows. That should’ve been us slipping on those rings, following through on forever.”

When she finally looks back at you, you can see the watery sheen in her eyes.

“Leah,” you whisper, hand darting forward to wipe at a tear before it can make its way down her cheek. Leah all but leans into your hand, eyes slipping closed at the familiar feeling.

“Do you regret this? Us?”

It breaks your heart a bit to hear the vulnerability in her voice. Leah’s quiet, expression a bit pained, as if you hold all the power in fixing or shattering her heart.

Your hand slips from her cheek, and Leah’s face turns panicked for a moment. At least until it drops to her collar. You avoid her eyes as you fix up the crookedness of her jacket.

“I’ve done a lot of things that I regret. But loving you,” you pause, finally lifting your eyes to meet Leah’s. “Loving you is something I’ll never regret doing.”

And it’s the truth. All the fights, all the arguments, you’ll never regret a single moment you’ve ever had with her. Because through all the bad, you still had the good. You still had the memories of Leah chasing you around the house, tackling you onto the bed with a giggle. You still had the memories of Leah cuddled up next to you, pointing out all the trashy things about the rom-com you’re watching, though she stays because she knows they’re your favorite type of film. You still had the memories of nervously padding up and down the halls, of Leah screaming and jumping into your arms when the two of you get your first senior call ups, when Leah gets asked to be captain, when the two of you make the Euros roster.

You have the firsts and lasts, though you didn’t know the lasts would be the lasts when they happened, but every moment you’ve had with Leah is special in their own ways. You would never regret a single moment of calling her yours.

“I hear Barcelona’s nice this time of year.”

The question is there. Silent and hidden, but there.

You nod, not able to stop the soft smile on your face. Leah’s looking a little bashful right now, hand brushing against yours, not quite daring to hold them quite yet.

When you walk back to your table, a new drink in tow, you do so with your arms brushing each other’s, pinkies gently hooked in the space between. Nothing can be fixed with just a couple words, but for the first time since you left home, your heart feels full, knowing that there’s still a chance. The book hasn’t fully closed yet, and you’d do whatever it takes to keep it that way.

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Kill me for mercy.

Ghost x reader (y/n)(codename: raven)

You made him promise you one thing, Ghost is a man of word but he never expected the day to keep this promise would arrive.

Warning: mentions of murder, torture, manipulation and as always spelling and grammatical errors. Pictures are not mine, credits to whoever they belong to.

I've been having trouble writing new stuff but I hope someone likes this.

You and him were good colleagues, it took him some time to trust you, but there you were being good friends, some others would say there was something else between you and him, an unspoken chemistry.

And they weren't wrong, you and him managed to keep it secret, around the base and during missions you and him were merely teammates, but things were different once you were out of the base, you weren't a couple, let's say you were more than friends, there was love and affection, dinner dates, movie nights, kisses and more.

Both decided to enjoy each other's company without involving your feelings more, there's no room for love, the risks and adversities of your jobs pushed you to take that decision.

Was one night when you asked him to make a promise, one hard to keep. It happened during a talk after a funny and pleasurable night.

-(...) But What if one day you have to make a choice between saving the world or saving me?

- Love, that's difficult to answer and depends on the context.

- Okay, umm what if there's something wrong with me that can put the world in danger, like... There's a bomb inside me or if I... have the key to start to create chaos. What would you do?

Simon observed you, he was thinking about what to answer while he was caressing your shoulder, running his finger through your side.

- I think we both know what is the right thing to do in that case, but I'm not sure if I would be capable of doing such a thing.

- You always talk about doing the right thing for the world, well, promise me if one day this time arrives, you will do the necessary, yes?

He doubted, he really thought about it, you didn't know how difficult it would be for him to keep this promise.

- I promise.

A few months later, he lost you during a mission. You were a pilot, a missile hit the plane.

- Captain, a missile is behind me, I repeat, me and my team are under attack...

- Raven? Raven, talk to us...

- Lt... We're falling, I repeat we're falling, we lost the right engine... Fuck!

«Communication lost.»

- Raven, Respond! Do you copy?

Static, pure static was all Simon and the others heard. Hours later an S.O.S message with coordinates arrived, but you weren't there, somehow you managed to save some of your teammates, but apparently you didn't make it, of course Ghost insisted on looking for you, a radio around the location where the team was found.

- Sir, I told you, Raven saved us but didn't leave the plane on time... Y/n didn't survive.

- And I'm telling you we have to find something, any trace.

The searching of your body, ashes or bones was useless, Simon refused to believe you were dead, he was sure you were alive, somewhere.

Meanwhile, you, in fact, were alive, badly wounded but alive, you lost your memory because of a hard hit in your head during your falling, you have flashbacks but nothing of that could tell you who you were before. The people who found you always said the same.

«You survived but your teammates abandoned you because of your injuries, we saved you.»

They saved you, but the price you paid was higher than you could imagine, they experimented with you, tortured you to make you forget those small flashbacks, your genetics were modified, they trained you under extreme conditions, you were a laboratory mouse. Lucky for you, you were the first successful Test subject, they wouldn't let you go easily though. They started to expose you to private contractors and companies, they needed investors to continue with this project full of new... Super soldiers.

Days became weeks, then months, years. Ghost never gave up, he went back to the location more times looking for clues, asked all the people who were there that day with you, always the same answers, nothing new. Just a miracle could give him what he wanted.

He still had dreams about you, just like you, you woke up with the memory of his eyes or his voice, of course you didn't know who he was or why you had those dreams, your current owners always told you he was the one who abandoned you, so eventually you started to believe in their lies.

It was Early in the morning for Ghost, he was exercising when Price appeared with his laptop on hand. Simon knew that look.

- We have to talk. Look what we found during an investigation. We infiltrated some of our men in a meeting with private contractors, and this happened.

It was a video, they were talking about soldiers genetically modified, apparently stronger and more resistant than anybody else, blah, blah, blah... Then, a person called "Soldier Zero" appeared, it looked like you, your eyes, the nose, the lips, it was you, you were alive but something was wrong, you have dead and cold eyes, your not listening to anybody else in the room except for one person at your side, he gives you orders and you make them.

«This is the solution, smart and strong soldiers thanks to the liquid solution that affects their DNA, they could fight against a polar bear and win without the help of weapons, you will never have to repeat orders or have problems with obedience, they're focused on your voices thanks to the microchip inside them that you can activate and deactivate whenever you want, this is the future ladies and gentlemen.»

The rest of the video is about your skills, stupid questions from the people in the meeting, until one finally made a good one.

«Is this soldier still having memories of the past?» «Yes, Short flashbacks, nothing that could represent a risk or a problem in battle but we're fixing that little details already.»

He paused the video, that was all he needed to know, you probably still remember no matter what, no matter who but there's a small probability that you can go back to normal. He simply handed the laptop back to Price and stood up.

- When will we go to pick up our Raven?

- Today, we found the location of the laboratory, get ready, we'll go to Siberia.

Simon was not excited, he was anxious, nervous, he was praying for you to recognize him, Hoping you could go back to who you were before, he was wondering how much did you suffer all this time.

You were in the middle of your routine checkup, taking your pills, talking with the medic.

- How's your sleep schedule?

- Is a mess, I still have those dreams... About that guy, I can't remember his name but he always talks to me, as if I was special for him.

- I'll increase your dose of sleeping pills, we've been talking about this, you're not Raven anymore, you're Zero, that man abandoned you, we found you, we're all you have now.

- I know... I was just...

You couldn't finish your phrase, the alarms were active.

«we're under attack! The soldiers, Put them to work!».

You were now focused on one thing, kill the enemy, that was your order, you were following your orders, but something was wrong with you, you weren't totally under the control of the chip inside you.

You were running through the corridors when someone pushed you, you hit the wall but you stood up rapidly, the man had a strange accent, a Scotland flag was adorning his chest.

- Raven? It is me, I'm Soap! Stop!

You can't stop yourself, something tells you he's not an enemy but still you're attacking him.

- I found Raven! I need someone to help me, I can't contain it alone, is fucking strong...! Come on Raven, stop, we're your friends!

- Copy, on the way.

Soap had you trapped between his legs and arms but he's getting tired, you're moving and trying to get yourself free.

- You and your friends left me here to die!

You said.

- What? No, Y/n, we've been looking for you, we never stopped to look for you, stop fighting...

Suddenly, a new memory was unblocked, this codename, Soap, memories of him and you shooting, fighting side to side, drinking beer, his laugh.

What is going on with you? Why are you attacking him if he's telling you he's your friend, he's there for you, why can't you stop? Then your brain forces you to attack, you somehow have the strength to stand up with him on your back, like a baby koala, then you hit him against a wall to let you free, it works, you feel afraid when you see him fainting and falling on the floor, but at the same time your feelings disappeared, you are ready to continue and finishing your job when a new person appears on your view, is tall, Corpulent and has a skull mask to hide his real face, you see his eyes, those eyes are familiar to you, you have seen them in your dreams.

- Y/n, it's me, I'm Ghost...

That Deep and raspy voice, the way he says your name, the images of your dreams are filling your brain, you're remembering the way he touched you, kissed you...

- what? What's going on? Who are you? What do you want from me? Wait... No, you're not my friend, you're the enemy.

You run to him and start to hit him, Simon wasn't expecting your new strength, those bloody bastards weren't lying, you have enough strength to fight with an animal, he doesn't want to hurt you, you're still the person he loves. Soap stands up and tries to help, both are trying to contain you, trying to make you understand they're your friends.

«ZERO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I SAID KILL THEM ALL! NOW, THEY ABANDONED YOU, REMEMBER?»

- Come on, Love, I know you're there, don't let them play with your mind, listen to me, we never stopped to look for you! Stop this now!

More soldiers are fighting against the Invaders, all of them are following orders but not you, you're struggling with the memories, you feel like there's someone else inside you trying to take control of your body. You're trying to stop yourself. Simon is watching the scene, you're talking alone, discussing and hitting yourself, you're suffering.

«No, they're here for me! I want to stop!» «No, my orders, I have to kill all of them!» «I want to stop! Let me go!!!» «Soap, Ghost...please» «I will kill y'all!»

Soap is observing from afar, he knows you're not going to be ok, even if they take you out of that place, even if they find the way to stop whatever is inside you, you're not going to be the same anymore, the damage is done.

- Lt. I'm sorry, but Y/n is not there anymore, we can't save Raven, let's go, the Cap and the rest need us.

- Go, I'll take care of y/n. I made a promise...

Ghost muttered.

- it's not going to come back!

- I KNOW! lemme keep my bloody promise Johnny! Get out of here, I'll finish this.

Soap froze, but don't question his lieutenant's order, he nods In silence and leaves. Ghost knows this is the only way to help you, the pain, the suffering, maybe the circumstances are not as you planted him time ago, but the decision of doing the right thing applies to this. You're not a risk for the world, not yet, but certainly, for him, you're his entire world, and if his world is its own danger and is suffering, he needs to put an end to it.

- Raven, Y/n, stop. Look at me love, look at me!

He somehow managed to have you between his arms, hugging, the familiar smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body, somehow is bringing you back and taking control of yourself just for a moment.

- You didn't abandon me, tell me you didn't...

- I never did it.

- Gh... Ghost... Kill me, have mercy on me, kill me for mercy.

The lump in Ghost's throat, his body feeling weak incapable of moving, he doesn't want to hurt you or kill you, but it's true, you're never going to be the same, you had suffering too much, he can feel how you're trying to keep yourself in control, you're fighting with your own body trying to not attack him, you're begging him over and over to ease the pain.

He lets you go off him, You're now with a knife walking in his direction, there's tears In your face. Ghost is ready to let you attack but also he has his own knife on hand too. It was quick, he took your knife before you could stab him, his body is pressed against yours but the blood in your clothes wasn't from him, it was yours, he slowly kneels down with you still against him, you exhaled, gasped and looked at him, touching his mask, you wanted to say something but then it was just silence. He never looked away, his eyes were fixed on you, he observed life escaping from your body, you were light as a feather, your face and lips were losing color, he pressed his forehead against yours with his eyes finally closed, whispering «i'm sorry, love, I'm sorry » and seconds later he stands up with your body in his arms, he kept his promise, he saved the world, his world, he promised himself to remember you as you were before all this mess, this was his new promise, to keep you in his heart, his memory wouldn't remember what happened to you, he would remember you as the sunshine that arrived to his life in the right time but left too soon.

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Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 7 - Getting Risky

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"Y/N, please come here!" You were working at your desk when Millicent called you. "Y/N, you did very well last month. Therefore I want you to do this important interview. Director Lancaster from Lancaster Group has just gotten married. We will be interviewing him this time." That raised alarm bells in your head. Why would they be interested in him? "I think I can't..."

"Why not? Several people in the company saw him come to see you." She reasoned. "It's not like that, I-"

"Y/N, I think highly of you. That is why I decided to let you do this interview. Go and prepare the interview outline first."

You sighed as you stepped out of her office. The relationship with your family has become so complicated and weaved into your work. "Y/N, what is wrong?" Wanda asked. You dragged to somewhere quieter and told her that Millicent told you to interview Director Lancaster. Someone told her that you were his friend, but you don't think you're up for this job.

"Millicent asked you to interview Director Lancaster? Isn't he the handsome one that came last time? What's up with him?" You shook your head, Wanda would never get it without you telling her the whole story. She's much too focused on a person's look to see anything else. "Why? Skeleton in the closet? I brought this interview up during the meeting. You have to thank me!" Sharon came out behind you.

"Is there anything odd with the interview?" Wanda asked timidly. "Nothing odd, I am afraid that someone is too guilty to take the task. Afraid to meet him since he is married, and more afraid of being bullied by the legal wife!"

"Sharon! What nonsense are you talking about?" Wanda came to your defence. Despite knowing nothing much, the one thing she know is your personality and there was no way you would break a couple's relationship.

"I'm not talking nonsense, you'll know later."

You've done quite a few since you started working at Stark News and the outline was quickly done and vetted by Millicent. "The interview outline is okay. Since you and Mr Lancaster are friends, you can meet privately first. Afterwards, I'll arrange for him to come here and take pictures for the cover. If it wasn't for you being able to get an interview with Natasha Romanoff, we wouldn't have sold out all of our copies. The Chief Editor will definitely reward you! This is the last edition, you can keep a copy." She handed you the magazine with Natasha Romanoff on the front page. You could see why so many people have a crush on her. You were embarrassed to admit that you were staring at the front page for a while until Millicent told you you were free to leave.

You arrange a meeting three days later with Marcus with Lancaster Group. When the arranged date arrived, you went to his office but Stephanie was sitting on his chair instead of him. "What? Don't feel surprised?"

"You have painstakingly sent Marcus away. Is it because you have no confidence in him?"

"How is that possible? Don't think that I don't know that you still can't forget Marcus after so long." You rolled your eyes at her comment. She and Marcus kept getting involved in your life, you can't forget him even if you want to. "You're thinking too much. I'm not into taking someone's leftovers, only you treasure him."

"Hello? Is this Starks News? Your employee is very arrogant! We're here to do an interview, not to look at your employee's negative faces! Director Lancaster is very angry now! You must give us an explanation! What has she done? She hit Director Lancaster and even splashed coffee on him!"

"Y/N, we'll see how you try to explain your way out this time!"

"There is no need for an explanation. You have said what you wanted to say. I can't do anything about it." If you can handle Sherry's accusation about you, she is nothing to worry about.

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You were told to enter Mr Stark's room and it was only your second time here after your interview. "I'll give you a chance to explain what happened today."

"I didn't meet with Director Lancaster, I only met his wife."

"Stephanie Y/L/N? Your sister?"

"How did you know?"

"I attended your wedding. I had some doubts at first. However, Natasha Romanoff's interview last time was successfully completed, so I can basically confirm it. I will let another person interview Marcus. It's okay if you can't do it. Don't worry about it."

"Are you giving me this privilege because I am Natasha's wife?" You asked. Mr Stark looked at you like you have a second head before holding her belly and laughing out loud. "Y/N, what are you talking about? Even though the Romanoff family is supreme, the Stark family is also not that bad. It's only that I want to protect this magazine. You're a dependable hard worker, not arrogant nor bad tempered. That's why I keep you here."

"Sharon will be in charge of the interview with Mr Lancaster. I hope Group 1 will cooperate with Sharon." Mr Stark told the company in an open meeting. You and Wanda were happy to see that Sharon was reaping her own words.

"Mr Lancaster, someone from Stark News just came, they left when you weren't here." Marcus's secretary told him as he came back. "Alright, I'll call them back." Normally, he would leave such a task to his secretary, but since he knows you are working there, he decided to be the one calling instead.

M: Hello?

S: Hi, Director Lancaster. I am the editor from Stark News. I am so sorry for what happened. I will let Y/N Y/L/N apologise to you!

M: Apologies? I had a meeting in the morning so I wasn't in the office and was unable to meet her.

He knew it had something to do with Stephanie telling him that there was something wrong with the factory and that his father was unable to do anything about it, pulling him away from his office.

S: ...I hope Mr Lancaster can give us a chance.

M: About the interview, I have no problem with it. You can arrange for it.

S: Thank you Mr Lancaster, shall we meet tomorrow at 11am?

M: Alright, see you at Birkins Restaurant.

Marcas was excited to see you at work. He wondered how you would look, and you must look very professional in your work clothes. "Prepare a new suit for me. It must be presentable and good looking. The more handsome the better!"

Words somehow spread and Natasha caught news that Tony Stark knew of your identity because of the conflict of Marcus's interview. "It is not a problem. I know Tony Stark. He has only started managing the company for the past few years. He has the capabilities but no ambition."

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While Marcus was waiting for your arrival, he was daydreaming about how it was going to go. He really thought how the both of you were going to have a good time at the interview, chatting about work and not.

"Mr Lancaster, sorry to keep you waiting." A voice said as she pushed open the door. "It's fine, I have just arrived too... you are?"

"I am Sharon Carter, editor from Stark News, nice to meet you."

"Is it only you?" He asked as he subtly looked behind her. "What do you mean, Mr Lancaster?"

"Where is Y/N Y/L/N?"

"Mr Lancaster, because of Y/N's conflict with you previously, the company has decided to send me to interview you. You're looking for her now... to reapproach her?"

"Who asked you to change the interviewer?! What did she do wrong? Did I tell you to change her?!" He stood up and shouted at her. "Mr Lancaster, please listen to my explanation."

"Forget about the interview this time! If there is an opportunity, we will cooperate again in the future." He walked out a room without giving a second thought to Sharon. She clenched her fist, there's always you standing in her path. Before you appeared, everything was smooth sailing for her.

"Hello? Are you Stephanie Lancaster? I am Sharon Carter from Stark News..."

In the end it was Stephanie who was interviewed on behalf of Marcus. News was that Marcus had something on suddenly so Stephanie took the interview instead. As expected, the interview included remarks of her supposed confidence in Marcus to not get lured by other ladies.

"Y/N, don't you think she's provoking you?" Wanda asked as she read the interview printed out. "You think too much. It's just a simple interview. I'm going to the washroom."

You were washing your hands when you saw Sharon from the mirror with her lackeys. It was always the usual two following her. "So, do you feel anxious after reading the interview?" They surrounded you, making you unable to go anywhere. "I don't know what you are talking about." Sharon gave the signal and one of them went to the door to flip the sign indicating that the washroom was undergoing maintenance.

"What do you guys want to do?" They took a hold of your arms, locking you in place.

"What can I do? I'm just following orders. After all, I got an interview, and I had to do something for Mrs Lancaster, right?"

"Aren't you guys afraid that the Chief Editor will find out?"

"Ah! Really? I'm so scared!" She faked. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the Chief Editor took a call and went out. Furthermore, the soundproofing of this washroom is pretty good. Who will know what we did to you?"

"Wanda knows that I'm in the washroom. If I don't go back, she definitely will look for me!"

She gave another signal and the others smacked your head on the counter. "No worries, Wanda can't come in even if she wants to." She took out her phone and snapped a photo of you. "Look at you, all fine and tender, the face of a vixen. No wonder Natasha Romanoff and Marcus Lancaster are both seduced by you!" You continued staring at her and pissed her off, making her knee you in the gut. "Bitch! How are you stare at me!"

"Sharon, how about we let it go? If anything happens to her, we'll be finished."

"What are you scared of?! I specifically hit her in places that can't be seen. Do you think she will go out lifting her shirt, telling others that we beat her up?" She shouted. "I will teach you a lesson today! A mistress is like a rat running across the street, everybody shouting and wanting to kill it." She turned to you and lifted you by your hair and pushed you into one of the stalls. "I want to see how you'll hang your head up high next time!" She closed the door and you rushed to open it but it was not budging.

You heard the sound of water only after it hit you, leaving you drenched in your clothes. "You just stay here and behave yourself. I'll let you out if I remember." You started hyperventilating and bangging on the door for anyone to help you out. You didn't want to be stuck here alone.

Message from Stephanie: You did a great job! I have long thought that your abilities were above average. If there is any problem in the future, come and find me.

"What are you doing?" Sharon asked when she saw Wanda walking past her. "I'm looking for Y/N, she's been in the washroom for quite a long time."

"The water pipes of the washroom on this floor are not functioning. The washroom is out of order."

"Then why hasn't she come back yet?"

"I just saw she seemed to have met someone she knows. They were talking and walking with each other, who knows where they went."

Wanda accepted it as it is and went back to her table with a thought. You wouldn't leave your bag and phone on the table, unless it was an emergency? There was a sense of unease with her the longer you left.

When everyone was clocking out of work, one of Sharon's lackeys asked if she was really going to leave you alone in the washroom. "Why even bother to care about her? After a while, the cleaner will come and know that she is there."

And true enough, the cleaner came round and saw someone place the maintenance sign in front and questioned it. No one told her that there was going to be maintenance here. "Who did this?! What the hell are they doing?" She grumbled when she saw a particular stall being really wet with a chair in front of the door.

"Ahhhh!" She screamed, getting the attention of Wanda heading there to check again. "Some-someone is dead!"

"Y/N! What happened to you? Wake up! Hurry! Call the ambulance for help!" She rushed out of the washroom to get to her cart and bumped into Tony Stark. She hurriedly explained what happened and he jumped into action. "It will take a while for the ambulance to come, I will drive her to the hospital."

At the emergency room, Tony and Wanda were waiting for any news of you as the doctors determined the best course of action for you. "It's my fault. If only I had gone into the washroom to have a look."

"It's okay, we can't change the past now. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Let's pray she isn't too affected."

The sounds of wheels turning caused them to turn their heads. "Where is Y/N?"

"Y/N is in the emergency room." Tony replied. "What happened? How did Y/N end up here? Now is not the time to be crying! Tell me!"

"In any way, I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

"I don't only want an explanation." Tony experienced Natasha's piercing eyes first hand and almost cowered in fear. It was no wonder rumour had said that she is merciless. "Well, I think I know who did it."

"I went to the toilet to look for Y/N. Sharon told me that I couldn't because it was under maintenance. Now to think of it, she just didn't want me to know that Y/N was inside. And also she always goes against Y/N, and even said Y/N was a mistress."

"Clint, go and check it out."

"What about you?"

"I will wait here for her."

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It wasn't long before a doctor came out with the result. Your fever was high and ongoing and you were lucky you were brought to the hospital in time or it would have turned into pneumonia. They were also informed that you were going to be wheeled to another room later.

"Y/N... you're finally awake!" You saw three figures in front of you as you opened your eyes. "Why am I in the hospital?" You mumbled to yourself until you remembered what happened in the washroom. "Y/N, don't worry. We won't let her get away with this! Mr Stark already knows the entire story, they can't get away with it."

"We don't have proof."

"Are you just going to let her bully you and let her get away unpunished? This is just too unfair!"

"I remember there is a security camera installed outside the washroom. Once we get the footage, they have no way to run to. I will arrange for someone at the security's office to check now." Mr Stark said but Natasha stopped him. "It's no use. At most, the footage only captured them going in or out the washroom. What happened inside cannot be captured. I will handle this. She should pay for what you've gone through."

"My guard was down this time. I promise, there won't be a next one. You stay out of this, okay?" She was about to protest until she saw your puppy eyes and let it go. "Okay, just this once."

Wanda, upon seeing how close you were with her idol, broke her. "Wanda, what's wrong?"

"Wh-what is their relationship?"

"Can't you tell?" She refused to shake her head, not wanting to acknowledge what was in front of her. "This is my wife, Y/N." Natasha said. "W-wife?"

"I didn't say anything." You chuckled, relieved that the tension wasn't as thick anymore.

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Chapter 14 Lost in the darkness

Chapter 14 of Sugar

A/N- Next chapter we start with 2x06!!!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!!, FLUFF!! Talks of death and grief, talks of pregnancy, spoilers, long chapter.

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- After JJK 0 movie

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*THE NEXT MORNING*

Here you are, back home. The last time you were inside he was here too. There are moments where you expect him to call you, or text you to check up on you, but soon thereafter it hits you that you’ll never see his name on your screen ever again.

Nevertheless, now? As you stand in front of your house you expect to walk in and find him with your daughter, find him reading somewhere, or off doing some chores around the house, but it hits you again just as you hold the knob to the front door that he won’t be waiting inside, and that he won’t be coming home later either, so you freeze and feel your hand stiffen around the knob before you can even open the door.

Satoru did what you asked of him for some reason, so he's waiting behind you to walk into the large and fancy house. You can feel his stare on the back of your neck, but he doesn’t rush you, he stands in silence and waits patiently until the weakness you feel passes and the need to cry again disappears.

However, when you walk in, the comforting smell of your house hits you and it reminds you of him and it hurts like never before, far worse than those moments after he died. The agony threatens to overwhelm you and makes you want to fall on the floor and ball yourself up by the entrance. But Satori needs to see you strong, the twins need you to be strong, so you draw in a deep breath and keep everything in before slowly letting out a shaky sigh, and guiding your brother inside after you take your shoes off.

“Come on, she’s somewhere over here,” you let him know as your five-year-old daughter doesn’t come to greet you by the door like she tends to do.

“I’ll let you know now,” you interject as you turn a corner. “There will be a tiger curse here, so please don’t try and exocorize it or anything, okay?” You peer back, and he looks at you confused but nods in agreement.

Now you know where your daughter will be so you don’t take your time to look for her, you walk directly to the courtyard. Albeit on the way there you walk past some family photos and notice Satoru lingering back to look at one in particular. And when you walk over to him you see it’s the day Suguru and you got married.

“You guys look young,” he points out without letting you know if he’s feeling happy or upset about it. “How old were you when this happened?”

You smile softly as you look at the wedding picture of Suguru and you with the twins. “I was 18,” you muse. “We were 18.”

Satoru hums and lets his chest fall but says nothing else in that regard, instead he tilts his head to look at more. However, footsteps approach so he snaps his head to the side.

You expect your daughter, but it’s not her, it’s Belinda, her caretaker, and your mother figure. “Y/N,” she mumbles with a grief-stricken look.

You meet her familiar gaze and want to cry, but you just meet her halfway and embrace each other.

“I’m sorry, my girl,” she says as she rubs your back.

You swallow thickly and exhale deeply. “Thank you,” you whisper and pull back to offer her a smile. “Look who I brought,” you drift the subject and point at your brother standing behind you.

“Satoru!” Belinda exclaims before she rushes over and embraces him.

“Belinda!” He greets her happily. “Long time no see!”

“It was about time, my boy,” she says and pulls back to reach over and grab his shoulders. “Look at you,” she muses. “You don’t age do you?” She laughs.

Satoru smirks. “I do, but you know. I age amazingly well.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest as you watch their interaction.

“Well,” Belinda says and pats his cheek. “It’s good to see you here. I’m glad to see you and your sister together again.”

Satoru hums and glances at you, so you avert your gaze.

“And I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I remember your relationship with Geto, and I’m sorry. He was a good man.”

You turn away and take a deep breath at the mention.

“Uh, thanks, Belinda,” Satoru says quietly.

You unfurl the deep breath and peer back at your friend. “Is she outside?” You probe to avoid the Suguru subject right now.

“Yes, she is.”

You hum and point your head ahead. “Come on,” you let Satoru know before you walk ahead and hear him trail after you. And since all you need to say requires him to meet Satori, you walk in silence.

Once you finally make it to the courtyard you expect to see her playing outside on the ground, but the ground is empty and the courtyard is quiet. Which only means one thing; you look up at the tree in the middle of the yard and the first thing you see through the naked branches is the glowing piercing gaze of the tiger curse draped on a branch studying the person who walks in after you.

The tiger curse won’t attack Satoru, Suguru probably—no you know he had all his curses be friendly to his best friend, but the tiger curse nonetheless is taking care of his precious cargo so it still watches him carefully and prepared in case Satoru does attack.

“Chipmunk?” You call out and begin to stroll to the other side of the giant and wide tree. “Come out, come out wherever you are!”

You hear a giggle, so you follow the sound up in the branches and catch a glimpse of her right away before she maneuvers herself a way around you.

You pretend she isn't making a bunch of noise and that you didn’t see her clearly through the leafless branches, and let her hang down from a branch to scare you. “Boo!”

You pretend to be startled and spin around to face your upside-down daughter with a goofy smile on her face.

“You scared me,” you assure her.

Satori laughs before she glances around. “Hey, where’s Daddy?” She asks right away.

You sigh and keep on a brave face. “We’ll talk about Daddy later, right now I want you to meet someone.”

Satori’s eyes widen and she quickly swings around to jump off the branch and land on the ground. She surprisingly waits for you, letting you take her hand and guide her to the front of the courtyard.

Alas, when Satori’s eyes land on your brother near the sliding door, she instantly recognizes him from the pictures you have and that excitement and curiosity she always had when she talked about him, doesn’t exist. Instead, she falls behind and steps behind you to hide part of her face as she gets closer to the stranger she only heard so much about.

“It’s okay,” you assure her as you come to a stop near your brother, and crouch down to be at her level.

Satori meets your gaze with a timid look and hooks her arm around yours as she keeps hiding her face away from Satoru.

“Satoru, this is who I want you to meet,” you interject and face him, noticing him tilt his head out of curiosity as you imagine him studying the little girl clinging onto you as if her life depended on it.

“This is my daughter.” You continue and smile softly as you look at her again to caress the back of her head. “Why don’t you introduce yourself, huh?” You nudge the little girl.

Satori’s dark eyes drift to you and she leans into your ear. “You say my name,” she whispers.

You giggle. “Chipmunk, it’s okay, he won’t hurt you. You wanted to meet him,” you remind her.

Satori sighs and you pull your head back to face her better. “What does Daddy say about manners, huh?” You ask her.

“Can we wait for him,” she brushes you off. “He can do it for me.”

You grin and shake your head. “No, you’re big, you say your name.”

“Mommy,” she whines.

“It’s okay,” Satoru cuts in, causing you to shift your gaze back to him—“I’ll go first,” he says and crouches down to be at your daughter's level. “Hi, I’m Satoru Gojo.”

You smile softly at his gentleness and then glance at your daughter, catching her turning her head to face him.

“Hi,” she whispers and slowly wraps her hands around your neck. “My mommy says you can fly,” she says that but not her name—“Is that true?” She probes.

Satoru snorts and shakes his head. “No, I float,” he corrects her.

“Hm, my Mommy can fly,” she lets him know proudly and slowly twists her body around to begin facing him better. “Can you teach me how to float?” She asks.

Satoru shrugs. “I can’t say until I know your name,” he sasses her.

Satori drops one arm from around you and bows softly. “I’m Satori Geto,” she finally says, making Satoru watch her for a lingering moment before he drops his head and laughs softly at the ground, letting you begin to wonder what his gaze looks like under his bandages. You can see him smiling, his forehead is not wrinkled so you imagine he’s genuinely happy, and his laugh sounds sincere. So you hope that his eyes are soft and full of wonder as he sees his niece before him, and hope that he’s not upset that you've kept her from him for five years.

“I like your name,” Satoru says and lifts his head to look at her again behind his bandages. “It’s very nice.”

Satori finally shows him a grin and you hear his breath catch. “My Daddy says he picked it,” she reveals, making the corner of his lips wobble.

Finally, after spending all night with him and after having breakfast together, he finally shows his grief for the best friend he lost. And it makes your agony feel even worse.

“It’s like yours,” Satori muses and steps forward. “Satoru.” She points at him. “And Satori.” She points at herself.

Your brother looks up at you and flashes a knowing smile before he focuses back on Satori. “Yeah, it is, huh?” He says. “It’s because we’re cool.”

Satori giggles before she glances around again. “Mom, where's Daddy? He will want to see Uncle Satoru. He says you were best friends,” she then directs at Satoru. “Is it true?”

Satoru doesn’t let his smile falter this time as he nods. “Yeah, we are. He’s my best friend.”

Satori smiles softly and stares at him for a moment before she begins to frown and snaps her head towards you to whisper in your ear again. “Does he have eyes?” She queries abruptly.

You snort and shrug. “Ask him.”

Satori hesitates but she looks at your brother and probes after a small breath. “Do you have…eyes?” She asks a bit fearfully.

Satoru flashes a mischievous smirk and nods. “Yeah, wanna see?” He probes.

Satori nods, so he reaches for the edge of his bandages and pulls down one side. However, rather than meeting his blue eye, he shows off the white of his eye while he sticks his tongue out, causing Satori to yelp, throw her arms around you, and bump her forehead against your cheekbone as she gets startled.

“Tsk,” you groan.

Satoru chuckles, and Satori looks at him with her eyebrows furrowed. Yet when she sees him taking off his bandages to expose his bright blue eyes, her frown falls immediately and she grins brightly.

“You tricked me,” she points out lightheartedly.

“Scare ya?” He asks.

“You’re funny,” she muses softly.

Satoru takes it to heart and grins smugly. “Yeah, I know,” he says and that makes Satori’s face contort to show disgust the same way Suguru would show it when Satoru said something overly cocky.

“Oh?” Satoru rebuttals as he catches the look right away. “Geez, what did I do wrong?”

Satori lets you go and counters. “Daddy says it’s not nice to gloat about yourself like that.”

Satoru quirks a brow and counters the same way he’d counter Suguru. “Huh? Do you even know what that means?”

Satori blinks in confusion and stays quiet for a moment before she counters. “Well…no, but Daddy says it’s that.”

Satoru scoffs. “Well, your Daddy—”

You cut him off by clearing your throat, and when he looks at you you pass him a warning look that makes him chuckle and change the subject. “Anyway, Satori, I see you have a cursed technique. Can I see it?”

Your daughter looks at you for assurance, and you don’t hesitate to give it to her since you are in the safety of your own home.

Thus, Satori then steps aside and folds her arm in front of her, and proceeds to slowly use her cursed energy to form a transparent glowing blue shield over her arm that has delicate swirling designs on it.

“Wow,” Satoru muses with a proud smile. “You can create weapons using your cursed energy, right?”

Unlike other weapon creators though, she can’t create physical weapons, she can only project her own cursed energy into making weapons from her hands. Which can be powerful as long as she gets strong. And there’s actually no knowing what kind of weapons she can create until she tries herself. Suguru theorizes she could possibly make catastrophic weapons, but you can’t know until she tries.

Regardless, Satori nods but sighs with disappointment. “Yeah, but Daddy and Mommy say I can’t make any swords or cool stuff like that yet. Only a shield. But I can make a sword!” She says. “But only when we train.” She pouts.

Satoru hums softly and stands to his given height. “Well, it’s okay you’re still young. Everything comes with time.”

You smile at that.

“I guess,” she grumbles and makes her shield disappear before she beams at him. “Do you want to come and see my room?” She asks. “I have a lot of cool stuff! And you can see my tea set Uncle Nanami got me.”

Satoru blinks repeatedly in disbelief and darts his eyes at you and then at Satori. “You know Nanami?” He asks.

You stand up and avert your gaze.

“Yeah?” She says as if it isn’t obvious. “He’s very nice. We always do fun stuff, and he buys me gifts and sweets,” she shows off. “He’s my favorite uncle.”

Satoru gasps, “excuse me?” And touches his chest as he pretends to look hurt.

Satori giggles. “You can be my favorite if you…play fairy tea party with me,” she bribes him, making you scold her.

“Satori, you always ask.”

“It’s okay,” Satoru interjects with a grin. “Bribing, I like it! Let’s go!”

Satori squeals and runs over to take his hand and pull him to her room.

You sigh and watch them disappear inside. Once you don’t hear their footsteps, once there’s silence you turn around and catch Satori’s tiger curse jump off the tree before it walks inside to catch up to its girl, leaving you isolated in the courtyard, and leaving you to draw in a shaky breath, but not feel like it came out. It’s like you’re storing it inside and adding weight to your chest. You want to let it out and free yourself of the aching weight, but as you see that you’re truly alone you think about him and it piles on.

He can’t come over and join you to basically gossip about how your daughter quickly became comfortable with Satoru. You can’t say how your brother seemed enamored by his niece right away and didn’t seem to hold any grudge. You can’t tell him how you regret not letting them meet sooner.

He’s not here to see any of it.

——

*5 YEARS AGO*

“Y/N?”

Suguru has been gone all day since he got up this morning until now as the sun is slowly setting. The twins are out with their friends having a slumber party which means, besides the hour you were out, you’ve been alone all day.

You usually wouldn't have minded spending time alone, the girls keep you busy, but they’re getting older, and they don’t want to spend as much time with you as they once used to. And it’s not like you can spend all day with Larue. And there’s only so much to do since you’re still building up your community. So it gets quite lonely without Suguru. He’s all you have until the baby is born after all.

“I’ve been looking for you all over the house,” Suguru says as he approaches you at the end of the pier that’s over your lake. “What are you doing out here?”

You don’t bother to look at him and continue to paint your nails. “Just enjoying the fresh air,” you mumble and from the corner of your eyes you see his feet stop by you.

“Oh, well it’s chilly out here,” he adds slowly as he notices how cold you’re reacting. “Are you okay?” He probes and crouches down. “Is it the baby?”

You shake your head and keep quiet.

Suguru hums and sits beside you to reach over and grab your wrist so you can stop doing what you’re doing and look up at him, but you continue averting your gaze.

“Y/N,” he calls out.

“My nail polish is wet,” you mutter and pull your hand away.

Suguru sighs and stays quiet for a moment before he presses you. “If you don’t talk to me I won’t know how to help you.”

You lift your gaze and the first thing you pay attention to is his hands, noticing the wedding band on his left ring finger. It shouldn't be such a surprise, you’re married, and he’s supposed to wear it so it should be normal to see, but he doesn’t wear it in his religious facility so he can keep up the act, which means he often forgets to wear it at home sometimes. Today though it seems he remembered.

“Talk to me,” he continues softer.

You exhale deeply and slowly look up to meet his gaze, yet you don’t tell him why you’re upset. “I saw Mei-Mei today,” you let him know.

Suguru’s eyebrows furrow. “What did she say?” He asks as he thinks she’s the one who got you upset.

You shake your head. “Nothing worthwhile. She was just Mei-mei, she hasn’t changed.” You smile softly and put the brush back in the tube. “She didn’t even look surprised that I was pregnant, she just said, “So he finally did it huh?”.”

Suguru chuckles. “What is that supposed to be mean?” He queries.

You shrug. “She thought you would have done it sooner I guess,” you mention.

Suguru hums and looks at you more confused. “Did seeing her upset you?”

You shake your head. “No, we grabbed lunch and caught up. It was nice,” you muse. “But she did say that if I didn’t want her to tell anyone I’d have to pay for lunch every time we went out. Which is kind of lowballing it for her.”

Suguru snickers and nods. “It is, I'm surprised.”

You share a breathless laugh, and he doesn’t miss how you still wear a frown on your face.

“It was nice talking to her while it lasted,” you add solemnly as you lower your gaze, letting him study you closer to try and figure out what can be wrong.

“Did she say anything about Satoru?” He asks, thinking that’s what has you upset.

“No.”

Suguru sighs. “Then what’s wrong?”

You part your lips to express yourself, but you quickly hesitate as you begin to feel bad that you are upset about something so minimal. You feel a bit stupid for being mad that you’re feeling lonely. And you’ve tried to get past it when you think about it, but that anger and that loneliness keeps coming back.

“Y/N,” Suguru presses and slides his hand over to grab your fingers. “Darling, talk to me.”

Your eyes fill with tears before you can think about it, and your frown deepens, making him scoot himself closer to grab your chin and tilt your head up.

“Baby,” he coos. “Come on.”

You shake your head and feel your bottom lip tremble before you can fight the tears. “I just,” you mewl. “I guess…today I’ve just…been feeling a bit lonely?”

Suguru’s breath catches and you avoid looking at the emotions that paint on his face.

“The girls are gone, and you’re hardly home lately,” you continue shakily. “But it’s stupid, I know. I’m working on it. I’m sorry.”

Suguru lets your hand go and leans over to cup your jaw, whilst with the other he caresses your cheek. “No,” he interjects softly. “Don’t apologize. I’m sorry you feel that way, that I’ve made you feel that way.”

Your eyes flutter up to meet his gaze and you see the frustration through his furrowed brows.

“I’ve been going to the facility longer than I have to and I have no excuse for it besides my own selfishness,” he shares. “I’m sorry, y/n. I am.”

Your heart skips a beat before you let out a shaky relieved breath at the sound of his recognition instead of his denial. He’s not one to deny when he’s wrong, but it still fills your heart with bliss to hear him assure you when you’re upset.

“Come here,” he whispers before he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you in for an embrace. Albeit it’s not as secure as you would’ve liked considering the growing baby between the two of you.

“I’m sorry,” he says again and rubs your back. “I am. I…I’ll take off work.”

“Suguru,” you warn him. “I don’t want you to do that—”

“I will,” he cuts you off. “I see now that in my chase for curses I’ve abandoned you and our baby. I don’t want to be that person, you don’t deserve that person.”

Tears roll off your cheeks and you can’t help a quiet cry from escaping your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he says one more time and pulls back to cup your cheeks and press his regret. “Forgive me?”

Your heart flutters and a smile tugs on your lips. “I do,” you assure him.

Suguru smiles softly before he presses a kiss on your lips and then bends down to press a kiss on your belly, making you grin.

“How is she today?” He asks and straightens out, but presses his hand on your belly. “Restless?”

You scoff with amusement. “Not until she heard your voice,” you let him know. “She’s always happy when she hears you.”

Suguru grins and caresses your belly, making your smile soften and your heart feels at ease at the love you see him already have for his unborn child.

“You know,” he says in a softer and more lustful voice that makes his eyes soften and his lip tug to a smirk. “I read that having sex helps you right now.”

You shoot him a pointed look. “Is that all you think about? I was just crying…why not seduce me first?” You tease him.

Suguru chuckles softly before he gets up and bends down to pick you up bridal style.

You yelp and grab onto him. “Suguru!” You cry out. “I'm heavy! Put me down!”

Suguru smirks and steals a kiss from your lips. “And I can admit I’m strong, so it doesn’t matter,” he redirects smugly.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck as you nuzzle your head in his neck. “Thank you,” you say against his flesh. “Thank you for listening.”

“Of course,” he whispers. “You’re my girl. For now until forever. I promised that, didn't I?”

You smile and nod. “Yeah. You did.”

——

*NOW*

How are you going to do this?

As you sit on the edge of the bed he haunts your memories and makes your already deep ache only heighten, so you have to ask yourself how you’re going to live your life without him.

How can you run a community, how can you raise three girls without him? How can you go on without him?

You don’t want to sleep alone, you can’t—

You stop your train of thought before you can spiral and just drop your head in your hands to breathe, to release all the sorrow with deep breaths. After all, they need you to be strong, they look up to you, and they all need you; Satori, Mimiko, and Nanako. You promised you’d be good to them, so you can’t show them weakness.

Just breathe…

Breathe…

When that ache in your throat is gone you swipe your red string bracelet off your vanity and pull off the three small firefly charms, leaving only the bigger one.

You smile at the meaning behind them and then store them back in your jewelry box. Now you’ll keep those and hopefully find something to hang them on soon so Mimiko can keep your bracelet, while Nanako keeps…Suguru’s. Because the truth is that they’ll always have their memories of him, they’ll always know his love, but you know it isn’t the same compared to Satori, so you want them to have a little something else. Something just as special.

Thus, you open his black jewelry box and ignore everything else to hastily pull out the wooden beaded red string bracelet you gave him 11 years ago on the beach when you first told him you loved him. And since Satoru is still keeping Satori entertained you make your way to the twin's room.

Surprisingly enough their door is open, but you still knock since it is quiet inside.

“Come in,” you hear Mimiko address you.

You push the door open and slowly make your way inside, noticing then get up from their beds as they watch you walk in.

“What is he doing here?” Nanako instantly snaps.

You sigh and notice that their eyes are red from crying, and their faces are painted with grief.

“I know it may not be the right time,” you confess as you sit on the edge of Mimiko’s bed. “But we talked about this. We talked about the possible outcomes and how to come to terms with them.” You drop your head. “I know this is the worst outcome, and I can see why you would be angry, and it’s okay, but,” you pause and lift your eyes to look at Nanako and Mimiko, both watching you with perplexity.

“Satoru is still and will always be Satori’s uncle,” you continue softer this time. “He knew that. You guys know that. And no matter what…Suguru,” you begin to ramble shakily. “Wanted them to have a relationship when I was ready for them to meet. Maybe he didn’t want it to start like this, but he wanted it, and Satoru was…he was,” you pause and take time to breathe as the curtain-running words bring up memories of your youth, and memories of not so long ago. “My brother was—”

“Geto’s best friend,” Mimiko finishes for you, causing your eyes to well with tears at the mere thought.

“Yeah.” You nod and draw in a deep breath to stop yourself from crying, to stay as strong as you can. “They were best friends.”

“So what?” Nanako retorts angrily. “Do you want us to be his best friends too?”

You drift your gaze to her and shake your head. “No, I would never ask that from you. I won’t ask you to forgive him either, just come to terms with the fact that he will be a part of her life from now on…if that’s what he wants,” you try to assure them as best as you can. “You don’t have to tolerate him and you won’t have to see him, just let things be when you’re ready.”

Mimiko nods and holds tighter onto her stuffed creature, neither of them says anything on the matter, nor do you push them. You said your peace, and they’ll set their minds on what they want to do in regards to your brother's situation when they’re ready.

This leaves you to address one of the matters you came here for. “I want to give you two something,” you let them know and pique their curiosity. “Something special.”

Nanako climbs off her bed and sits next to her sister, making you shift around to face the both of them with a soft smile. “Do you guys know the red string of fate?” You ask.

The twins share a puzzled look before Mimiko nods.

“Good.” You smile wider and pull out the bracelets. “Well…11 years ago, before Suguru and I started dating, when we were pining over each other,” you say and laugh softly. “He gave me a beautiful red string bracelet with a firefly charm on it…” you trail off and feel a lump begin to form in your throat whilst you stroke the bracelet you carry on your palm.

“…so I gave him one too,” you continue and move your thumb to stroke his bracelet. “When I first told him I loved him. From then on I like to think our fates intertwined,” you pause and exhale before you look back at the twins watching you with sorrow. “And I like to think that when we adopted you two our bonded fate only grew stronger, I don’t think I’d be here if it wasn’t for you two…”

Nanako and Mimiko’s eyes begin to well with tears and you fight yours.

“So I want you to have them, so now our fate will persevere through you two,” you whisper and proceed to grab Nanako’s wrist to slide on Suguru’s bracelet before you slide your bracelet onto Mimiko’s hand. “My friend once told me that in order to carry the one you lost with you, you have to continue fighting.” You smile softly at the memory of Haibara and then continue.

“I know right now that seems impossible, your world is going to crash down, and nothing will make sense. You’ll feel lost and like you lost yourself with them, but.” You sigh shakily. “It’s not true. It’s a moment, a cloudy moment, it’ll pass and you’ll realize that that love, that their memory will always live within you as long as you keep fighting to live, and keep your hearts. So promise me you’ll keep fighting okay? And know that I’m here, always.”

You offer them a kind smile and tears roll down their cheeks, making you lean over and embrace them tightly.

“I know, my love’s. I know you miss him,” you whisper as you caress their backs and feel them return the embrace with force. “Me too.”

You press a kiss on the sides of their heads and draw in a deep breath, feeling like you’re adding to that already heavy weight piling on your chest. But you don’t care, they need you, so you hug them close to you for as long as they need. You soothe them as they cry on your shoulder, and when it feels like they’re somewhat okay they pull away with puffy eyes.

“We’ll hold a memorial for him tomorrow by the lake,” you let them know. “The whole family, hm?”

They nod and you caress their cheeks before you press a kiss on their foreheads.

“Now,” you interject as you step back from the bed. “I need to check on your sister and tell her too. I’ll be nearby if you need me, hm?” You let them know as you walk back towards the door.

“Okay,” Mimiko assures you.

You offer them one last smile before you spin on your heels and walk out to the hall, leaving you with the task of telling Satori…

Damn…

No, you can't just yet, you need to talk to Satoru first.

Hence you walk to her room, and to your surprise, you walk into Satoru with fairy wings, and a handkerchief tucked in his collar so he wouldn’t spill stuff on his clothes. And since he has some long legs he presses them against him as he accompanies Satori around her tea table Nanami had bought her that went with her tea set.

The tiger curse had made itself small and wore a tiara, while Satori wore her fairy wings and served Satoru some juice she pretended was tea. She had failed to notice you or hear you walk in, but Satoru catches you stopping by the door to watch them for a moment.

And you can’t say you’re surprised Satori was already so taken away by your brother, he’s all she could talk about, plus she’s good with people, she’s a lot friendlier than you were at her age. So it’s not her actions that surprise you, but his, she may be his niece, but he just found out about her and he’s not hostile and petty because you hid her. From what you’re witnessing now it’s like they’ve known each other her whole five years of life.

Honestly, it makes your heart swoon; Seeing them interact together so happily makes you smile and pull out your phone to take a secret photo.

Nevertheless, your flash is on and the moment it goes off Satori stops talking and slowly turns around in her chair to face you with a glare.

“Sorry,” you whisper and put your phone away.

Satoris' eyes suddenly widen and before you know it she jumps off the chair and runs over to start pushing you out the door. Which, trying is the keyword, you’re a lot heavier, so you slowly walk out.

“What are you doing?” You can’t help but laugh.

“No!” She yells with sudden anger. “We’re playing! You can’t take him away!”

When you’re outside she slams the door shut behind you, and rather than being upset you begin to laugh.

Suguru would never condone it—no he’d try not to condone it, but you’d both laugh first before you would try to correct her—

Your laugh dies down and your smile fades at the memory…

You’ll never share a moment like that again…

You sigh shakily and turn back to just creak the door open. “Satori,” you say through the gap. “I just need to talk to your uncle, okay?”

You try to push the door open, but you then hear whispering by the door so you stop and wait.

“Satoru, what are you telling her?” You ask from behind the door.

You wait for a moment longer before Satori and Satoru appear at the door.

“What was that about?” You demand to know and look down at your daughter, noticing her pout as she holds the fairy wings and handkerchief Satoru had on.

“If he goes away because of you I’ll cry forever,” Satori grumbles as she crosses her arms over her chest and looks at you with tears in her eyes.

Your lips tug to an amused smile and you part your lips to rebuttal, but Satoru cuts in. “I’ll be back,” he assures her as he steps out of the room. “You owe me a tour of your nice land, remember?”

“When is Daddy coming home?! Can I call him?” Satori demands, causing your breath to catch.

Satoru notices right away and looks back at Satori to shift away from the subject with ease. “You know what? After I come back I’ll even show you how I float, sound cool?”

Satori’s eyes brighten and a grin spreads on her lips. “Yay!”

You smile and begin to walk away, knowing your brother isn’t far behind. Once you make it outside he reveals his close presence by speaking up. “She looks just like him. It’s kind of scary how similar they look.”

You smile in awe and nod in agreement. “Yeah, they do look so much alike.”

Now though, you can’t tell if it’s a curse or a blessing that she looks so much like him since he’s gone forever.

“Was he…” Satoru trails off and skips over to fall by your side as you head to the lake. “…a good dad?”

You steal a glance at your brother and don’t hesitate to nod. “Yeah, he was a great dad. He was good to her.”

Satoru keeps his eyes on you for a moment before you see him look away to mutter almost to himself. “Good.”

You nod softly and glance up at the sky filtering with white clouds as it gets ready for it to snow later.

“Who else knows besides Nanami?” He asks with his voice laced with jealousy that he doesn't hide well. “Which by the way he never said anything!”

You scoff and nod. “Yeah, ‘cause I told him not to. And,” you sigh. “Mei-mei knows too. Not because I wanted her to know, we ran into each other while I was heavily pregnant so she happens to know.”

Satoru hums and when you glance at him again you see that pouty frown he always tends to have when he’s actually hurt by something.

It’s an annoying gesture, but it still affects you just as much as it used to, so you feel as if you have to explain your reasoning. “Nanami is my best friend…I was scared about other things that don’t matter anymore, and I was mad at you, so I confided in him. I’m sorry I hid her away from you, and that’s all I’m sorry for. Don’t blame him.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” he mumbles and looks down as he shoves his hands in his pockets. “I’ll just give him a hard time about it.”

A smile flickers on your face at the thought of Nanami getting annoyed by your brother's pestering, however, that disappears when you remember the other reason for hiding your beloved daughter.

“Satoru, please keep Satori a secret. I don’t want our parents to know about her,” you try to confide in him now too. “I don’t want to risk having them meet her, or you know, try to take her away. So please, for her, don’t tell them.” You plead vulnerably.

Satoru sighs. “They’ll find out,” he tries to make you face the reality of the situation. Which you knew well.

“I know, but there’s a chance it might be a few years from now when she’s older and stronger, so please don’t tell them, I don't want them to hurt her…” you trail off.

“They won’t,” Satoru quickly interjects. “I’m clan leader now, what I say goes. They won’t hurt her,” he says softly. “I’ll never allow it.”

Tears well in your eyes at the sound of his comfort, but you don’t let yourself cry, you just nod in comprehension before you force yourself to move on so you won't get caught in your emotions.

“Now, what I need to tell you before she comes running out to find us.” You sigh and come to a stop near the lake's shore. Satoru notices and mirrors you, and watches the stillness of the water with you.

“With Suguru gone,” you continue and swallow back your piling-up emotions. “I just need to ask you if the day ever comes and something happens to me while Satori’s still young…” you pause and drop your gaze to sniffle.

Meanwhile, Satoru’s eyes slowly drift to you as his eyebrows furrow to show the perplexity you make him feel at such a gloomy talk; as if that day is coming soon.

“…can you take care of her—”

“Y/N.”

“Just listen,” you cut him off and snap your head up to face him with a serious pressing look. “I’m strong, a lot stronger than before, but stuff still happens, yesterday proved that, so please,” you plead softly, making him slowly meet your gaze. “If anything happens to me just look out for her. Teach her, raise her to be good, raise her…like you did with me,” you mutter and blink repeatedly as you look away. “Belinda will know what to do, she’ll be the one to handle everything, I just need you to accept or decline.”

“You’re saying all this as if you’re going to die tomorrow,” he argues heatedly as if you being so negative about your fate pisses him off.

“Satoru, just tell me” you plead. “And I know,” you press sharply as you face him again so he knows you’re serious. “You don't owe me anything, not after these past ten years, but just give me an answer.”

Satoru sighs and turns away to watch the lake. “I’ll do it,” he assures without hesitation, letting you draw out a relieved breath.

“Thank you,” you whisper and smile with relief. “And I don’t ask you because you’re the strongest. I ask you this because you’re her uncle,” you explain sweetly. “And regardless of what tension that may stand between us, you’re the only one I trust with her.”

“Even…after I left?” He asks and catches you off guard.

It takes you a moment to compose yourself, but you don’t change your answer. “Yes, even after that.”

Satoru nods along slowly before he faces you again with a smirk. “I’ll do my best. Thank you for trusting me with that.”

You can’t help but smile. “Of course, and now that we’re on that topic,” you pause and lick your lips as you grow nervous. “…she really seems to like you, I know she’ll keep asking about you, so if you want you can—” You shrug and begin to sway yourself from side to side. “…come visit her, call her, or I don’t know, take her out.”

“Is she not on some sorcerer food-only diet?” He teases. “That’d be a pain in the ass.”

You snort and shake your head. “No, you dork. She can choose that path when she’s older and knows what she wants, Suguru makes that—made that clear.”

Satoru snickers and nods.

“So when you’re not busy, if you want, you can be a part of her life,” you add and nervously glance at him.

Satoru flashes you a grin. “That’d be great. I’d really like that, besides it would give me an excuse to unbusy myself.”

You shoot him a pointed look and pick on him. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“You don’t make sense,” he quickly counters, making you roll your eyes and hide your smile—“Anyway, I’ll do it. She needs someone cool in her life after all.”

You laugh quietly and then exhale deeply as the sorrows never stop coming up. “Will you stay until dinner?” You ask abruptly as you drop your arms at your sides and hold his gaze. “I need to tell her and I don’t know how she’ll take it, so can you stay until dinner? It’ll hurt, but I’m sure having you around will make it hurt a little less.”

Satoru blinks in disbelief and remains unresponsive for a moment before he smiles and eases a tiny bit of your own ache. “Yeah. I’ll just turn my phone off for the day.” He grins.

You draw in a deep shaky breath and nod softly. “Thank you,” you breathe out. “Truly, thanks.”

Satoru brushes you off nonchalantly and watches the lake once more, letting you watch him for a moment with relief that he’s here before more pressure weighs down on your chest as you think about Suguru again.

He’s impossible to get out of your head as the day drags on, there come points where you manage to think about other things, but in the back of your head you expect to get a call or a message soon, or you expect him to be home soon. You wait for him with eagerness, but when you remember that he’ll never walk through the front door again, when you remember that you’ll never feel him kiss you when he gets home, or that you won’t hug him when you get home, your world comes crashing down and it feels like…you can’t breathe like you’re only dragged further down the eerie body of water.

Alas, you can’t say having your heart crushed when you realize that he isn’t coming home is the worst part. What’s even more gut-wrenching is telling Satori that her father is dead, and continuously answering her same questions as to why he isn’t coming home, why she can’t call him to make sure, and why he’s dead.

You surprisingly manage not to cry throughout the entire interaction, but that’s maybe due to the fact that Satoru was with you the entire time. So you managed to stay strong even if it felt like you were getting crushed by the weight of your agonizing grief, and even as you saw your little girl cry when she understood.

Of course, she was easy to console, she can understand loss, but she’s still so young. And it’s a good thing that she is, her longing for Suguru won’t be so deep, her sorrow won’t feel as agonizing, and her heart will heal soon enough. She actually began to laugh not so long after hearing the news, after Satoru told her some joke.

So it’s a good thing he stayed, you don’t think you could’ve stayed so strong throughout the day without him. Especially not when it came to bedtime after you've grown exhausted and can only recall the nights you’d share with your husband as you told your daughters stories before bed together, or as you heard him tell her stories, or as you told her stories and knew in the back of your head that he’d be waiting close by for you to join him.

You’ll miss that most of all.

“You know I used to read your mom bedtime stories,” you overhear your brother tell Satori. “She’d sneak into my room and I'd tell cool stories.”

Satori giggles softly. “Could you tell me one of those stories?” She asks him.

“Of course,” he doesn’t fret to give in, causing you to smile as you lean against the wall beside your daughter's door to listen in to a heavily fabricated and edited story Satoru told when you were her age.

Honestly, it’s kind of bizarre listening to him try to retell your daughter the same stories you’d hear. No matter how many times you imagined them meeting, moments like these are crazy to really think about.

Your daughter. Your daughter and your brother are interacting. They're making memories!

A moment like this felt impossible to achieve when you were in school. You actually never cared for kids or relished in the idea, but now that you’re living it you’re happy that she exists and that he’s here too.

Nevertheless, when he’s done and walking out, that rush of joy that just gushed through you slowly diminishes and you begin to hope that he doesn’t leave. Even as you’re walking him out, you hope he stays. The twins might hate the idea, but you can’t face the solitude that awaits.

“You know,” you tease. “Maybe you should think about having kids. You’re good at it.”

Satoru shrugs and smirks smugly. “Yeah well, I can’t say I’m surprised my students love me, and well, I’m excellent at everything I put my mind to,” he rebuttals.

You roll your eyes. “Forget I said anything,” you grimace and sigh before you probe on the different matter. “How are your students anyway? Are they okay?”

Satoru nods. “Yeah, they’re all healed. They’re all good,” he assures your worry.

You nod softly. “Good,” you whisper genuinely. “You’ve got some special kids, you know. I was impressed by all of them.”

Satoru’s smile turns soft as he nods. “Tell me about it, I’m impressed with them too. And you, your kids are great, all things considered.”

You laugh softly. “Well Suguru helped with that,” you mumble. “But thanks I try. It’s hard.”

“I can imagine, 3 girls. You were hard enough,” he teases.

You scoff and shake your head.

“But I suppose if anyone can raise them it’s you,” he surprises you by saying. “You’ve always been, you know,” he points as he sputters. “Motherly. Like a mother hen, even when we were younger. Maybe it’s your femininity, your woman hormones...”

You furrow your eyebrows and shoot him a pointed look as he goes on blabbering.

“You know? They say it comes natural—”

“Shut up,” you cut him off before he can embarrass himself more.

“I’m just saying.”

“It’s not because I have a vagina or a uterus idiot,” you remark, making him gasp. “Mother proved that to me.”

“I don’t know why you have to say it like that,” he grumbles as he scrunches his nose in disgust.

You snicker and reach the front door. When you open it you intend to walk him out all the way to the community gates, but he walks ahead and stops past the door to block your way. “I got it from here,” he says. “No need to walk out in the cold for me.”

You part your lips but you actually don’t argue, there’s no need because you’d go on forever. Instead, you draw out a small breath and nod in comprehension. He turns but stops and peers over his shoulder. “Will you be okay?” He asks.

Your breath catches at the question. He hasn’t asked you anything close to that since he walked in on you at his house. You’ve avoided that topic. And well, no one has asked you that yet, so it’s like being hit by a train and losing your breath.

You so badly want to say no, that everything hurts so much, and that you want him to stay here so you wouldn’t be alone at night when you'd miss Suguru the most. But you don’t utter a thing, you plaster on a feigned smile and nod.

Your relationship isn’t like that anymore after all.

“I’ll be fine,” you mutter.

Satoru’s worried gaze lingers on you before he nods stiffly. “Okay. Well, I’ll see ya…sis.”

You wave stiffly, and only let out a shaky breath once he’s down the entrance steps so he wouldn’t hear. “See ya,” you whisper.

When you can’t see his figure in the distant landscape anymore you step back inside and slowly close the door, but refuse to feel anything. You clean what needs to be picked up around the house and without thinking you walk upstairs to your room, and get ready for bed all while staying completely detached from all emotions and thoughts.

You even lie in bed and without reacting or thinking, you cover yourself with blankets that were used to cover both Suguru and you just the other day.

Nevertheless, the moment you close your eyes to try and get some sleep, a whiff of his scent, of that sweet coconut butter he rubs on his hair at night sneaks into your nose and you can’t keep staying nonchalant. All that strength you built up throughout the day is crushed and you break. You’re all alone so you begin to sob in your pillow.

You’ll never feel his warmth next to you, you’ll never be able to tangle your legs together, laugh at stupid things while you tried to sleep, you’ll never be able to watch him sleep, or just be comforted by the sound of his calm breaths as he sleeps. He’ll never cuddle you, or wake you up with his hair tickling your neck and nose as he laid his head on you in the morning. You’ll never see Suguru Geto; your fated partner, husband, lover, and friend.

He’s gone. You take that in and sob harder, but cover your mouth so no one would overhear.

Yet, moments later a soft knock raps on your door. Thinking it’s Satori you exhale deeply as you wipe away your tears and then sit up to address your visitor. “Come in.”

Rather than one set of footsteps walking in you hear two, and rather than seeing a small girl, you see the twins.

“Mimiko, Nanako?” You query with worry. “Is everything okay?”

“Can…we sleep here tonight?” Mimiko’s voice quivers and sounds like she’s been crying already, so how can you deny them? Even if they hadn’t been crying you’d still accept.

“Of course,” you assure them and scoot further down as they both make their way to climb onto the bed. Once they’re comfortable on the side Suguru would sleep on, you pull the blanket over them and scoot closer to wrap your arm around the both of them as best as you can.

When the twins feel your touch, and your radiating warmth they snuggle themselves closer.

Nothing is said, but you all share the same comfort at the feeling of each other's presence.

You can’t help but smile as you shut your eyes, and as you feel overwhelmingly thankful for them. Your girls.

——

*1 MONTH LATER*

Stupid dirt. Stupid seeds. STUPID, IT'S ALL STUPID!

You shove the pot off the table and hear it crack and spill all the dirt all over the greenhouse ground whilst you rub your dirt-covered hands down your face out of frustration.

You actually don’t hear the door open because of your anger overwhelming you. It’s not until a voice breaks the silence that you become alert.

“Y/N?”

You drop your hands and twist around, and notice that it’s Nanami.

“Nanami?” You ask slowly as you don’t know if this is some kind of dream.

“Belinda said you were over here,” he interjects as his eyes study the dirt and broken pot spilled over the ground. “I was coming over, remember?”

Oh damn, you completely forgot.

“I’m sorry, right,” you mumble and sigh. “Uh, I’m sorry.”

Nanami’s eyes drift up to you and he sees the dirt over your thinner face; It wasn’t like that the last time he saw you, so it seems like you haven’t been eating.

He then meets your gaze and it's easy to see the agony and grief in your eyes that you can’t hide behind your current anger.

“Are you okay?” He probes as he approaches you.

You nod even if you don’t feel what you’re telling him. “I’m fine. I’m just…” you trail off and walk around the table to approach the mess you made. “…trying to plant,” you finish as you try to find the seeds you had shoved in the dirt.

“It’s hibiscus,” you add and hear his footsteps approach. “The flower he'd always give me,” you sneer as you grow upset that you can’t find the seeds. “But I can’t plant them, I can’t find a fucking way. Because he was the gardener,” you spat as a lump crawls up your throat and tears begin to sting your eyes. “Which sounds so stupid because I manipulate the dirt to my will.” You chuckle. “But he had the green thumb, he was the patient one with this.”

“Y/N,” Nanami calls out softly as he sees you on the verge of a breakdown. “Just leave it alone. We can come back later.”

You shake your head. “No, no. I need to find the seeds. I need to find them,” you stammer shakily as you begin to search frantically. “I have to find them to plant them. I need to plant the flowers. Just help me.”

Nanami crouches down but rather than attempting to help you find the seeds, he grabs your gloved hands and pulls you towards him so you’ll look at him.

“What?” You snap.

“I can help you,” he says as he looks at you with pity that upsets you. For some reason, it makes you angry to see.

“I don’t need that kind of help, I need help with this!” You argue. “I need to plant the seeds so they can grow, don’t you understand?!” Your voice quivers and your eyes well with sad and angry tears. “He’d give me those flowers every time! I need to grow them! I need…him,” you reveal the truth behind your desperation.

“Nanami,” you cry. “I can’t…I can’t do this without him. I can’t do this alone.”

You drop your head and draw in a deep shaky breath, while hot tears stream down your cheeks. You try to breathe out but again, there’s that feeling, that pressure piling on your chest not allowing you to breathe. It’s like you’re holding your breaths every time he comes up, every time you hold back too. You can’t breathe and it hurts, it’s getting heavier. But nothing you do relieves that ache.

“I know and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I can’t do more, but you’re not alone,” Nanami mutters as he slides his hands up your arms to grab your shoulders. “He's always—”

“No,” you cut him off and look up at him to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to hear that he’ll always live within me, I need him. I miss him,” you mewl. “I’m drowning Nanami, and I need him to come save me.”

Nanami parts his lips but he can’t think of anything to assure you with. There’s nothing he can say to fix your broken heart, but he can offer a couple of soft words “I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sorry, y/n.”

You drop your head and break down into a quiet sob, and before you know it he wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest.

It’s not the arms you want to be wrapped in, but he’s your best friend, and his presence and comfort still help ease your heavy breaths and heightened emotions. You’re thankful for your best friend, Kento Nanami.

You could stay in his embrace forever to feel some comfort, but your phone begins to ring.

“Sorry,” you mutter and pull away to take your phone out. And when you see the screen it reads, ‘Satoru’. So you answer. “Hello?”

You can’t say you’re surprised, he calls often to talk to Satori, or she calls him.

“Satori is in class,” you let him know. “I’ll have her call you back.”

Satoru scoffs through the phone. “Whoa, you don’t want to talk to me? Wait…are you crying? Are you okay?”

You sigh and push yourself up as your knees begin to hurt. “I’m fine,” you lie and watch Nanami mirror your actions. “What's up?”

There’s a brief moment of silence before he hums with discontent and then moves on. “Okay, well, I’m calling for a favor.”

You knot your eyebrows together and narrow your eyes in confusion. “Okay?” You go along and take the bait. “What kind of favor?”

Satoru chuckles softly. “You’ll love it,” he says. “Plus you have nothing to do now so it works out great—”

“I’ll hang up,” you threaten since you don’t find this joke amusing.

“I’m getting there!” He rebuttals. “Listen.”

You hum and turn around to mindlessly face away from Nanami as you give your brother your attention.

“So get this,” Satoru continues. “A couple of days ago, a second-year was suspended until further notice, and the other second-year defected after the first kid’s suspension.”

“Okay,” you coax him.

“And I have this feeling neither of them are coming back given the chance, so I wanted you, sister, to look out for them. They’re still young, they’re strong but have a lot to learn, so I was hoping you could finish their training like how Tsukumo helped you. I mean you help sorcerers, right? I need them to get stronger, and well…I don’t trust anyone else with them but you.”

A smile tugs on your lips and there’s an immediate answer that begins to grow in your mind because there’s no need to overthink it. You left once, and Yuki taught you all you know, you owe her so much. Plus helping sorcerers is what you do...he’d do it, and or he’d encourage you to do it.

Yet there are two questions that need to be asked before you can give him your answer.

“Nice,” you quip. “But a question, I attacked the school. Curses attacked your students, if they hate me then it’s not worth trying, they won’t want me. So do they hate me?”

Satoru hums before he lets out a lighthearted scoff. “Nah, they’re both cool. Understanding kids. They like the thrill so to speak, so no they don’t hate you. I can say that with certainty. So the answer? No? Yes?”

You draw out a small breath and lean over the table. “I’ll do it,” you assure him with a small hopeful grin. “Just one more question, this one is important. What are the names of these kids?”

You can practically hear Satoru grin over your answer and the fact that you never doubted accepting his favor. He knew you wouldn’t, it’s why he came to you.

“Their names,” he says with a hint of smugness. “Are Hoshi Kirara and Kinji Hakari.”

A/N- The student becomes the master, I can’t wait to develop the relationships with Hakari and Kirara! ALSO Choso soon!!

Tagged- @deniseabad1928 @secondary-character-25 @starlightanyaaa @notsaelty @d4rno @moonnime @kodzukein @yozora7154

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mobumi · 2 months

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What are your shiguang fav moments? And what are your fav personal headcanons about them?

Ah yes, another one like this, thank you anon! Shiguang is definitely a new favorite of mine! whether it's platonic or romantic, their relationship is just incredible, they're soulmates 🥰

Fav shiguang moments:

When CXS is in Emma's body and Lu Guang comforts him and it's like they're lying next to each other, Lu guang holding CXS's shoulder 🥲

Cheng Xiaoshi doing their usual hand clap so softly in s2

Lu Guang screaming when CXS got shot and beating the shit out of Qian Jin

LG hugging CXS when he comes back from the earthquake mission a sobbing mess

The moment CXS reaches out for Lu Guang in the opening 2 and when they touch he's thrown back in time. I just love it, especially with the music and after s2's ending it shows how tragic this is

The sequence where CXS is imprisoned, crying his eyes out because he thinks LG is dead 😭 so much angst but it was such an emotional and memorable moment for me

CXS wanting to go back in time to eat noodles and rubbing his head against LG like a cat :3

Headcanons:

Lu Guang always say good night to CXS before climbing on the top bed but one day he just kisses his cheek without thinking and CXS is SHOOK

Everyone thinks they're together because they act like an old married couple

Cheng Xiaoshi likes to eat noodles with Lu Guang

He thinks Lu Guang's voice is soothing and when he's stressed during a job, hearing his partner's voice guiding him calms him down

Every time they go out somewhere, just the two of them, CXS calls it a date to tease him and LG blushes

When Lu Guang can't finish his food, he automatically gives the rest to CXS who eats it without question

CXS likes hugs and would hug Lu Guang from behind, startling him every time

Their first kiss is actually accidental. Lu Guang needed to take pictures for his passport and went to a photobooth. CXS tried to photobomb him by sitting on LG's lap while he took his photos, but as CXS turned his head to look at him, LG, completely stunned, turned to him as well and their lips touch.

When they start dating, CXS always makes sure there's no misunderstanding. "You sure you love me?", "...yeah", "why the silence before you answered? lu guang???" But LG is definitely whipped, head over heels, a complete simp

Lu Guang loves to sit on their couch and read a book while Cheng Xiaoshi lays his head on his lap

They're not only clapping their hands, but interlace their fingers before time traveling now

I'll stop there 'cause I can't think about anything else for now. I can't wait for season 3, they are so cute together and I love their trio with Qiao Ling!! 😊

#shiguang #shiguang daili ren #link click #headcanons #link click headcanons #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi #anonymous asks #answered asks

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authorhjk1 · 1 year

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A night in Chengdu

Xiaoting X Male Reader

(You will know when to play the music)

You let out an annoyed groan as you see the weather forecast. Because of a heavy storm, your plane wasn't able to get far, and now you had to land in China.

Which isn't ideal for several reasons. You won't make it to your company on time, you have to try to solve the problem from somewhere else and you need to find a way to get out of here again.

Because it seems like the heavy storm will keep going during the whole night, you can't get further by plane. You ordered a taxi, so you can drive to the airport in Chengdu. The storm isn't supposed to be there. And from that airport, you can take off.

Once the cab arrives, you get in and give him the address. He looks at you weirdly, since it's a three hour drive. You don't know a lot of Mandarin, and it was hard enough to even order a cab. You are not in the mood for any more conversation.

You work on your laptop during the drive. Maybe it's possible for you to solve parts of the problem on the way. The rain keeps drumming onto the windows and onto the roof. In the far distance, the thunder echoes through the night.

After sending another email, you check your phone, seeing a text from Ahin.

You know immediately that she is drunk.

"I hate you."

Three simple words.

And a picture. You guess it's her apartment. The lights are dimmed. In the back, on the kitchen counter, you see several bottles of alcohol. Soju, wine, beer. But your main focus isn't her apartment. It's Ahin herself.

She has taken a picture of herself in her mirror.

Her gorgeous body is on display for you, as she is only wearing lingerie. It's black. Lacy. Almost see through. You see the hint of her nipples under the thin fabric.

The black straps connect her black thong to the thin, dark material that his covering her legs from her feet to her thighs.

You recognize her shoes. Heels from Ysl. The golden logo is used as heel, while the rest of her shoes are black. You mentioned them to her before, saying that you would like seeing Ahin in them.

You are equally surprised and happy.

Her black silk robe is not covering any of her front. It slipped off her left shoulder, while her right is covered by her blonde hair.

"I could have been yours tonight."

You sigh in frustration and disappointment equally, as you read her last text.

Now you would give everything to be home immediately. But you have to pull yourself together. Your world is only about work. Not about Ahin.

Although you feel like she is getting bigger and bigger in your life.

It's weird. The two of you haven't spent much time together. But you still really enjoy her company. Even when you are not inside of her. You shrugged it off as just being lonely previously. Now you feel like it might be something else.

If you weren't in a cab right now, your pants would already be at your ankles. But now you can just wait it out. Wait it out until you are alone. You hope you will find Ahin like this once you are back home.

The sounds around you get louder once more. It seems to rain even more now. You can see lighting in the far distance.

Checking the weather app on your laptop, you groan in anger.

The wind has shifted. The storm is now heading right for Chengdu.

You hate it. You hate it when you can't control something. In those moments, you sometimes wonder why you work so hard to make so much money. When you get sick, or the weather messes everything up. Other people. It's just annoying.

But what are you supposed to do now?

Try to find another airport?

The wind might shift again. And you don't wanna pay hundreds of dollars for a cab ride.

You quickly message one of your assistants to book you a hotel in Chengdu. Deciding to just wait it out, you go back to focusing on work.

Hours later, you finally arrive. After paying the driver, you enter the hotel and walk up the reception. Once you get your card, you head towards the elevator.

Suddenly, a group of women appear in front of you, and you almost collide with them. Barely able to keep your balance, you look after them. People.

You see them walking to what seems like a party in one of the huge rooms of the hotel.

The picture of Ahin flashes through your mind as you watch the women enter the room. They are all wearing dresses and high heels. Some of them are holding drinks already.

You have two options. Either sit alone in your room. Or try to pick up one of the women from the party.

Deciding on the latter, you get to your room quickly. You roll your suitcase towards one of the corners, barely glancing at the room, before you leave again.

Luckily, you were able to change after your dressing room escapades. You don't have pants on which are marked by Karina's juices anymore.

You fix your hair in the mirror of the elevator as you make your way downwards.

Once you arrive, you read the sign at the door. A birthday party.

Once you step inside, you realize that about 90% of the people present are women. Which will make your night a little easier. You scan the room, trying to figure out whom to approach first.

You almost stumble forward as something hits you in the back. Turning around, you see two women one is holding the other, who seems to be too drunk to stand alone. A diadem is placed on her messy hair. The birthday girl, you guess.

The woman next to her draws your attention to herself, though.

Her short pink dress hugs her body, while her brown hair flows down her back. The silver necklace highlights her collarbone beautifully. White gloves are hiding her slim hands.

An apologetic smile decorates her angel like face.

"I'm sorry, sir."

She bows and hurries to get her friend inside the room.

You follow her with your eyes, unable to get her face out of your mind, as you take in her body from behind.

When she is covered by the crowd, you walk over to the bar. It has been quite a long day, and you are getting tired.

Leaning against the bar, you check the alcohol on the shelve behind it. It seems like most of the women bought their own alcohol since almost none of the bottles are open.

The bartender looks a little bit bored, spending his time watching the gorgeous women dance through the room. The music is pretty loud for your taste, but you decide to stay.

You are about to order when a hand gently touches your arm. Recognizing the white glove, you look at the woman to your right.

"Hello again. I'm sorry about hitting you."

"It's fine."

You give her a reassuring smile.

"Let me buy a drink."

Now it's her turn to smile.

"No one has ever said that to me before."

You make her chuckle.

Turning towards the bartender, you order the best Bourbon you can see behind him. Glancing at the woman next to you, it seems like she doesn't know much about Bourbon. She is holding about thirty dollars worth of money in her hand.

After he put the glass of brown liquid down in front of you, he turns towards the woman.

"That would be 554,15 Yuan, miss Shen."

Her jaw drops, and you see her step from one foot onto the other.

You pretend not to notice as she glances at you, giving her an innocent look.

Surprisingly, she is able to hold in her emotions, although you see a hint of anger flicker in her eyes.

"Let me get my purse real quick."

She disappears in the crowd once more.

You can't suppress a laugh once she is out of sight. Taking out your wallet, you let four hundred dollars fall on the bar.

"For the glass and the rest of the bottle. You can keep the change if you play along."

The man nods, a happy smile on his face.

You guess he doesn't get tipped a hundred bucks often. But you don't have change.

When the pink dress is back, she eyes the bottle of Bourbon on the bar.

"Don't tell me...."

She looks at you. Her eyes wide in disbelief.

"I asked him."

You nod at the barkeeper while keeping eye contact with her.

"The bottle is around 2.7k."

It looks like her eyes almost fall out of her head.

"Two what?"

"Two thousand seven hundred seventy yuan, miss Shen."

The barkeeper answers her question politely, and you wink at him.

"I don't have so much money with me."

You see her panicking while searching her purse.

"It's okay, miss. I will just pay for myself. Thanks for the offer, though."

The disappointment is visible on her cute face. She just wanted to be nice.

"Miss Shen, is it?"

She looks up at you, taking a moment before nodding.

"You are friends with the birthday girl?"

"Yes, but I was actually on my way out. I'm flying home early tomorrow."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from here. But I live in Korea."

Her disappointment and anger seem to have disappeared.

"How about this?"

She gives you a curious look.

"Since you aren't paying for my drink, let me but one for you."

You see her cheeks redden as she looks away. You are not entirely sure if it's because of embarrassment or shyness. But she looks adorable now.

"That feels kinda wrong. I should at least pay for my own drink."

"Please."

You gesture towards the shelve.

"I insist."

You see her thinking for a moment until she finally gives in.

"Alright, thank you."

She smiles at you warmly before turning towards the bartender.

"How much is the cheapest drink?"

You didn't expect her to be this considerate.

"What do you like to drink most?"

You ask before the man can answer.

"Red wine, but -"

"The best, please."

You don't let her finish, and a couple of moments later, a glass of red wine stands in front of her.

"How much is this?"

She whispers, pointing at the glass.

"207 Yuan, miss Shen."

"We'll take the bottle."

You put two hundred on the table.

"You can't do this."

The young woman holds your hand.

"It's fine."

"I can't let you spend so much money on me."

You shrug it off as the barkeeper places the bottle in front of her.

"Let's go."

You down your glass in one shot. The idea is worse than you expected. You feel like you just drank pure fire. Trying to hide your burning throat, you take the two bottles and turn around.

You don't wait for her as you start to walk towards the door.

A couple of moments later, you hear her heels on the floor, as she is trying to keep up with you.

"Where are we going?"

"You said that you were about to leave anyway."

She nods.

"Well, I didn't buy these bottles to drink them at the bar."

You see her confused face, and until you reach the elevator, you don't hear a response.

"Oh."

It seems like she got what you are saying.

"I don't even know you."

"(Y/n). I would shake your hand, but..."

You show her the bottles.

"Xiaoting. It's a pleasure."

She smiles and grabs the wine bottle, moving it up and down a little, as if she is shaking your hand.

"The pleasure is all mine."

You reassure her, as the two of you step into the elevator.

"Do you do this often?"

She looks down as she asks the question.

"Drink? Probably more than I should."

She chuckles.

"No. I mean, buying women drinks and inviting them to your room."

"You would be surprised."

"What do you mean?"

"I work a lot. I usually don't have time for stuff like this."

"I feel honoured."

Her sarcastic tone makes you smile.

Thirty minutes later, the forgotten bottles are standing on the table. Your chair is turned away from it, as Xiaoting is sitting in your lap. Her brown hair covers your faces as she pushes her tongue forward. Trying to get access to your mouth.

The two of you share a deep kiss, while one of your hands is placed on her beautifully shaped ass. When she leans away for air, you drown in her gorgeous eyes. The taste of the wine is now lingering on your lips, as Xiaoting leans down again, connecting her mouth with yours.

You found out a lot about her while the two of you were drinking, so you want to find out if she was telling the truth.

While your right hand is still holding her ass, your left one grabs the phone on your table.

Xiaoting breaks the kiss. A questioning look on her face.

"You said you are a dancer, right?"

She nods.

"I am."

"Dance for me."

A smile appears on her lips before she pecks yours one last time. Getting off your lap, Xiaoting takes a couple of steps back.

When you start the song, she takes only a second before she knows what it is. Girl's day's "Something."

She snaps her fingers with the beat before she starts dancing. When it says "drop it," she does just that. Kneeling on the floor, her eyes are on yours as she leans forward. Her hand sliding over the floor. You catch a glimpse of her tits before she is on all fours. Moving her butt to the music, her hair is partially covering her face. The brunette's gloves roam her body as she sways her hips to the rhythm of the song.

You have seen the original dance before, but Xiaoting seems to be improvising a little. The dance was suggestive before already, but she is adding a new layer to it now.

Instead of pulling her dress to the side and showing off her legs, Xiaoting slowly lowers herself on the floor.

She stays like this for a couple of moments. She seems to know exactly where you are looking at, as her hand glides over her butt slowly. Her glistening heels sparkle in the light, showing off her porcelain skin.

You wonder if she is as fragile as she looks, as her hand traces along her curves while she stands up again.

Her body seems to be made to hypnotize you, as Xiaoting dances in front of you.

Her hips sway from left to right as she moves to the rhythm.

While one of her hands is hovering over the hem of her dress, the other is touching her chin. The brunette bites onto one of her clothed fingers teasingly before slowly getting the white glove off with her teeth.

She throws it playfully at you before turning around. Lifting her hair up in a makeshift ponytail, Xiaoting shows off her beautiful back to you.

When she drops to her knees this time, she closes and opens her legs slowly. It makes her move up and down a little, making your eyes focus on her backside. Looking over her shoulder at you, she gives you a wink while her left hand roams her butt.

You feel yourself getting harder with every single movement, as Xiaoting slowly stands up again, showing off her curves.

Walking over to you, she puts her hands on your shoulders before sitting in your lap once more. She keeps moving to the music as she begins to grind herself on you.

Automatically, your hands grab the cheeks of her ass, as you don't want her to leave again. Xiaoting leans forward, pressing her chest into your face. You enjoy the feeling of her dress on your skin and her small breasts behind it.

After leaning back again, her left hand leaves your shoulder before touching her own collarbone. Her fingers follow its path until they reach her naked shoulder.

With her thumb, she slowly pushes the strap of her dress towards the edge of her shoulder. Her eyes are on yours, as you watch her.

Finally, the strap falls off her shoulder, hanging loosely around her arm. It is barely exposing more skin, as her dress only falls a little. You want to see more, but in that moment, the song is over.

You are barely able to hold yourself back, wanting to just rip the dress off her, but Xiaoting leans over, taking your phone. A second later, a new song plays. She whispers in your ear while her hand unbuttons your shirt.

"Thousands of people listen to our songs. But only you will hear my voice when I scream your name."

You think you heard the song before, but you are to engaged in the woman on your lap to really listen. Peppering the white skin on her neck with kisses, you make it hard for her to undo the last buttons. You feel her shudder a little as your hands squeeze her ass cheeks.

"More."

She sighs as you begin to mark her perfect skin. You don't know if she needs to appear in public soon or if she just doesn't care. Either way, you start to leave hickeys on Xiaoting's neck. You keep kneading her butt at the same time as she lets out a moan.

By the time the brunette finally reaches the button of your pants, you have already given her three large purple marks.

"You like me marking you?"

You whisper into her ear.

"Yes. I love it. I want everyone to see what a slut I am."

You kiss her right shoulder.

"What are you going to say when your members ask you?"

As she unzips your pants, you take the strap of her dress between your teeth, pulling it down her arm. Your hands still busy playing with her ass.

"I'm going to tell them the truth. That I'm a dirty whore for you."

Xiaoting sighs, as you bite her earlobe softly.

You didn't expect such lewd words to fall out of her mouth. But you can't say you hate it.

When the brunette finally freed your cock, she begins to stroke you. You take her dress into your mouth, right above her chest and pull it down, since your hands are still squeezing her ass cheeks. Once you expose her small tits, you dive in, kissing all of the skin that is in front of you.

Her slim fingers move along the length of your shaft in a slow rhythm. When you start to take one of her nipples into your mouth, her strokes become faster.

"Oh, yes."

Xiaoting sighs in pleasure as you make her feel better than she expected.

"How are you so good at this?"

You don't answer, still busy with sucking on her nipples.

Once you have covered both of them in spit, you lean back, enjoying the handjob you are getting. You see the lust in the brunette's eyes, as she feels your cock becoming as hard as possible.

"I need this inside of me."

She leans forward and gives you a kiss, as if she is trying to convince you to fuck her.

"Please. It has been so long."

You glance at the huge windows and pick her up in an instant. Her smile shows her excitement, as you carry her towards the window.

Pressing her against the cold surface, you capture her lips with yours once more. Xiaoting shivers as she feels the coldness of the glass against her naked back. The way you are holding her, turns her on even more as she hovers over your cock. The brunette imagines herself being dropped lower by you, getting impaled on your cock. She feels a small streak of her juices trickle down her thigh.

Once you have had enough of her lips for the time being, you put her down again. Still pressing her against the window, you whisper into her ear.

"Suck my cock."

Without hesitation Xiaoting drops onto her knees, taking your cock into her small hand. But then she turns around for a second, making sure no one is watching.

"Don't you want someone to see us?"

The brunette looks up at you, while you caress her cheek.

"Don't you want to show them how good you suck my dick?"

"Yes."

The word is almost a whisper, as Xiaoting trembles lightly, thinking someone might be watching. Your hand moves from her cheek to the back of her head. And while the two of you keep eye contact, you slowly push her onto your cock. Her lips part with ease, as she takes you inside, wrapping themselves around you tightly. Xiaoting's wet mouth feels like heaven, as you push into her further. The warmth around your cock almost makes you moan, as you make her take half of you inside.

When you let go of her head, Xiaoting retreats, until only your tip is in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, making you feel even better. You relish the feeling of her mouth, as she takes you inside of her again. This time, she takes a little more of you into her mouth, before retreating again. She repeats it again and again, making you finally let out a deep moan.

You feel her tongue glide underneath your shaft, as she takes you inside her mouth once more. Now deep enough, you feel yourself reaching her throat. Xiaoting looks up at you, as if she is asking for permission.

"Just take it, slut."

She hums on your cock in satisfaction, before finally taking you down her throat.

You have to look away, unable to watch as her throat tightens around you. The heat in your body starts to build and you don't want it to be over yet. You try to distract yourself by looking out the window. There are a couple of buildings, which are just as high as the hotel and you are sure, someone would be able to see what's going on in your room.

The thought of someone watching makes you want to take Xiaoting right here. Right here in front of everyone.

You hear her gag slightly, as she now takes all of your cock into her mouth. Her muscles tighten around you, trying to squeeze the life out of you. She feels incredibly tight like this.

"Xiaoting."

You are barely able to say her name.

"Get up if you wanna get fucked."

Her eyes widen in happiness, as she slowly gets off your cock. Once you have left the warmth of her mouth completely, she stands up. The two of you nose to nose.

Reaching downwards, you slip your hand beneath her dress. You are surprised by the lack of underwear, as you touch her labia. Xiaoting's breath hitches, as you feel her wetness.

"No underwear?"

"Just for you."

You chuckle, as you slip one finger inside of her. She leans against the glass, sighing in pleasure. Moving your finger, you watch her reactions.

"Please."

The brunette bucks her hips automatically in your direction.

"Fuck me. Show everyone what a slut I am."

You take a step forward, pressing her against the cold glass again. Her nipples are pressed against your lower chest, as you line yourself up with her pussy.

You kiss her deeply, as you enter her. Xiaoting moans into the kiss as she feels herself getting filled. It takes a while for her to adjust to your length, but after a couple of moments, you are finally to the hilt inside of her.

Retreating, you move your hips, before you push into her again.

"Fuck. So big."

The brunette moans, as you slowly start to fuck her. Your strokes are deep and slow. While you pound her into the glass, you kiss the skin on her neck again. The hickeys you left earlier are still marking her porcelain skin and you decide to add one more.

Xiaoting's hands move to the back of your head as she is trying to push you deeper.

"Faster please."

You don't respond, wanting to hear her beg. The brunette tightens her muscles around you, trying to make you go faster.

"Please."

Her needy whine is music to your ears.

"Make me your slut. Fuck me faster."

You leave her neck and you see the disappointment in her eyes, as you move out of her. But Xiaoting has no time to complain, as you spin her around, pressing her body against the glass again. When you enter her this time, you feel like she is even tighter than before.

"Yes. Show everyone who I am."

You take her hips as you thrust into her.

"And who are you?"

"I'm your little slut. I'm a slut for your cock."

You go faster, rewarding her for her right answer. Xiaoting moans into the glass, as her forehead rests against it. She feels her nipples touch the cold surface, making them stiff. Your hard grip on her hips makes her hiss in pain, as you can't hold yourself back any longer.

You think you might be going overboard, as you see the light red marks on her flesh, but Xiaoting only moans louder.

"Bruise my hips! Do want you want with my body! Just make me cum!"

Her panting becomes heavier, as you drill her into the window. While you thrust into her you pull her towards you, making you penetrate her even deeper. After a while her forehead starts to hit the glass repeatedly. The banging starts to mix with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Your hips meeting hers.

Although it somewhat turns you on hearing her head getting shoved against the window, you don't want to hurt her too much.

One of your hands leaves her hips and makes Xiaoting turn her head, so now her cheek is pressed against the glass. You see a red spot on her forehead and a smile on her face.

As you start to fuck her as fast as you can, you can see her mouth hanging open. Xiaoting is unable to form words anymore. Her mind goes blank at the pounding she is getting. She starts to drool on the glass, unable to control her body.

You already expected her to cum sooner or later, but she hit you without warning still. A low moan, almost animal like escapes her throat, as she cums on your cock. Her pussy squeezes you as much as she can. She is unable to move any other part of her body, being trapped between you and the glass. Her cunt contracts around you in a wild rhythm, as she rides out her high.

You have to stop yourself from moving, as you feel yourself getting closer. Not wanting to finish yet, you wait for Xiaoting to calm down.

Once she has regained control over her own body, you regretfully leave her warm cunt. You hear her whine, but you just pick her up. Carrying her to the bed bridal style, you look down on her face.

It does seem like there is gonna be a small mark on her forehead. The sweat on her face is making some of her hair stick to her skin. She looks up at you with half lid eyes.

"Let's see how good of a cumdump you are."

A smile forms on her lips, before you let her fall on the bed. Thinking you want to take her from behind, Xiaoting gets on all fours and starts to crawl to the middle of the bed.

You have something else in mind. You grab her by her ankle and pull her towards you. Her arms, still weak from the pounding she just took, are unable to support her weight. She falls face first into the sheets. She pretends to struggle at your grip, but you force her to the edge of the bed.

"You are not going anywhere until you have my cum running down those beautiful thighs of yours."

You roll her over and examine her body.

Her face is flushed red with arousal. Her nipples are still hard from the cold glass. The pink dress is hanging loosely around her waist, exposing her tight snatch. Her folds are dripping with her juices, making her skin glisten in the hotel room light. Her long creamy legs are now hanging over the edge of the bed. Her heels sparkling.

"What are you waiting for? Put that cock where it belongs."

You take her ankles and put them together, before putting them on your left shoulder. When you enter her this time, Xiaoting feels incredibly tight. You groan at her wetness and you see her arch her back, as she is getting stuffed again.

"Fuck."

The brunette lets out a squeal, as you start to pound her again. You feel even bigger inside of her now. She doesn't know if it's because she came or the position of her legs. Either way she feels completely full, as you take her higher and higher.

While one of your hands is holding her ankles together, the other is holding her thighs. Her closed legs add more to that incredible tightness.

You feel a familiar feeling raising, as you see her body like this. Xiaoting takes your cock with pleasure as you continue to fuck her to her next orgasm.

You know you are close yourself. Wanting to get as much pleasure from Xiaoting's pussy as possible, you move her feet off your shoulder. You push them towards her, exposing her tight snatch to you. Luckily Xiaoting is incredibly flexible. Probably due to her dancing. You push her feet towards her head, until she is able to hold them herself. Her heels are right next to her face as you grab her hips.

Her body lying like this is a beautiful sight to witness, as you pound her faster.

The position of her legs make her even tighter. You were convinced that it was impossible. But here you are. You are almost unable to fuck her properly. She has become this tight.

It feels like the grip of her pussy on your cock is crazy strong.

"I'm gonna cum!"

You move your hand to her clit, rubbing it, as you see her facial expressions.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Xiaoting looses control once more. She almost lets go off her feet.

"(Y/n)!"

She trembles and whines underneath you, while you keep rubbing her pearl.

"Stop! Please!"

You hear her lustfilled voice. Her tone betraying her words.

She cums again a second later.

"(Y/n)!"

This time it hits her hard. Her pussy contracts wildly around you, before you are pushed out of her. Her juices splash everywhere, as she starts to squirt. Your hand. Her midriff and her dress. The sheets. The carpet. Everything gets drenched.

"No more."

Xiaoting begs for her life, but you don't listen. You keep rubbing her clit making her cum for a third time in a row.

Her juices gush out of her like hydrant, as she covers everything with her cum.

You see that you would break her if you keep going. Moving your hand away from her clit, you grab her hips once more. They are now slick and you have to hold her tighter so you don't let go of them.

Pushing inside of her, you see Xiaoting's eyes roll to the back of her head. Wordless moans and groans escape her mouth. It's visible how hard she is trying to keep her legs in position, not wanting them to snap back towards you like a bow.

Although she is still as tight as before, her wetness now makes it a little easier to slide in and out of her. The sight of Xiaoting cumming like this brought you to the edge as well. You hold on as long as you can, wanting to remember the feeling of her tight pussy forever.

Her limb body is getting rocked back and forth by your thrusts. Her eyes are now staring up at the ceiling. They have lost all focus. It seems like you literally fucked her brains out.

When you are unable to control yourself any longer, you burry yourself as deep in Xiaoting's pussy as possible.

You hear a weak moan escape her half opened mouth, as your cum fills her cunt. Rope after rope paints her inner walls, until you have given her everything you have.

Unable to gather any sort of strength, you fall next to Xiaoting onto the bed. You feel her move a little, resting her head on your chest, before you drift off to sleep.

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7. INSOMNIA : for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am.

It was late in the night, and definitely not planned for. Time had escaped him during a scheduled inventory sweep of a recent shipment; due to an injury caused by a worker of his, failing to follow safety protocols, the anticipated time ended up taking longer. Luckily, instead of it escalating any further than needed, Silvio was able to talk the guy into his silence and sent for a physician to check on his injuries which ended up not being life-threatening. He heaved a big sigh, brushing his hands together at a job well done, everything accounted for and a bullet dodged all in one night — all he wanted more than anything now, was just to lay up with the woman he loved and hadn't seen since early morning.

As the days grow by of finally accepting his feelings, you filtered through his mind more often than before, always wanting to spend every waking minute with you and as much as he love nothing more than that, he had responsibilities that needed tending to that he trusted no one else to perform than himself. Giving the dazzling sea of stars a glance over, he strode back towards an already called upon carriage to head back to his home of a palace. A home he shared with you.

Once arriving back, you've made him hyper aware of how his steps carry through the halls and the sounds of his jewelry echo with each step, so in times he comes home late like this, he tries to be sufficient at lessening those sounds; partially because surprising you was a fun endeavor as well, getting to see the sudden smile breach your features made his long day worthwhile.

Some nights, it was hard to really give a certain time of when he'd be back home, so you'd often stay up, awaiting for him to enter the doors to your shared room, curled up warm by the candlelight with a new book in hand and the moon's caress shining from the windows onto your body. He could already picture the beauty of the sight now— his ethereal, bookworm looking goddess. The sight was even more pleasing when you didn't hear him coming.

So when he approached the doors, he went to open them quietly. However, to his surprise, the butterfly feeling in his stomach twisted to a gut wrenching one when he didn't see you in bed, in the bathroom, or on the balcony. Anxiety and panic suddenly flooded his rational thinking, leading his thoughts into multiple directions: did you finally get tired of him, were you hurt somewhere alone or had a kidnapper come to use you for ransom? He had to shake his head and pinch the bridge of his nose.

Stop being pathetic and think. She wouldn't just vanish on ya even if she was tired of you. She'd give me a piece of her mind before that. There's no way in hell she's hurt, I have the best people to watch over and treat her in a worst case scenario. And if someone had the brain the size of Glumskull's, they'd leave a ransom note at least and I don't see shit anywhere. Think; where else could she be this late at night?

And that's when it hit him.

He didn't leave any more time to think and acted, making quick work leaving the room and heading down the hall with a mission in mind, not paying any mind to his footsteps and the jingle of his necklaces. He just hoped he learned you enough and his intuition was correct.

Once pushing the door open, he hadn't realized his heart had been racing as the minutes passed but it finally relaxed and fell to a soft rhythm again once his eyes reached your form in the corner of the library, curled up by a single light of a candle with your nose in a book. It must be a good read because you didn't even notice him enter the room, your eyes probably adapted to only the area around you. It was a little chilly tonight, why weren't you wearing anything more to warm yourself?

He mentally clicked his tongue, immediately moving to undo his cloak as he approached you, wrapping it around your shoulders. You jumped at the sudden presence of another person, finally relinquishing your gaze from your novel to look up at the man you'd been awaiting for his return. He could tell from the look in your eye that sleep was teetering at the seems and you had been trying hard to fight it back.

"Why didn't ya bring a blanket? Are you tryin' to get sick? How come you came to the library? The bed's more comfortable and warm than this cold room."

You rubbed at your eye and allowed a yawn to escape your lips. He couldn't help but smile at how adorable you were being.

"The bed was lonely without you. I was just trying to pass the time until you came home, I didn't want to go to sleep without you."

Ah, damn it. A blush crept to his cheeks upon hearing your honest words. It was crazy how bad you were for his heart. Without a second more, he scoops you from the ground and into his arms which you gladly allow him to do, finding yourself comfortable in his embrace. You breathed in a deep whiff of his scent before adjusting deeper into his arms. "Mmm.. I missed you."

How can you still say such embarrassing things? You say them even more when you're on the verge of sleep too. He hopes you know that one day, you were going to be the death of him. He couldn't help his smile. You were like a vulnerable child in his arms; so honest and innocent. He leaned in, leaving a loving kiss to your forehead that lingered a few seconds long before speaking once more.

"Ha, I missed you too, silly. C'mon, sweetheart, let's go to bed."

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Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

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Warnings: heavy themes, eating disorders, bullying, child birth, drinking, blood, toxic relationships, dubcon (all this happens in a flashback and it will be in italics just in case you don’t want to read it)

Note: So I decided to write more about y/n’s past and it’s a heavy part, so be aware while reading it. If you don’t want to read that part, it’s okay you can pass it, in the current timeline we won’t be seeing anything else from those characters of y/n’s past, only mentioned sometimes due to the insecurities they created. I don’t think these themes will be seen again, maybe a bit in future chapters but not as explicit as this chapter. Also Nami is really present in this chapter, that’s why I put Emily in the pictures, just imagine her with a more orange hair.

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Chapter V: Something about me

It’s been exactly a week since you saw Law for the last time. After your day with him and the rest and the night watching the stars, Corazon told you that Law left the town due to something urgent and he was going to be out for some time. Ever since then Corazon has been the one taking you home from the restaurant during the whole week. And now you were sitting on the beach looking at the horizon thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, Bepo was by your side, peacefully sleeping while the air hit your face.

Nami was going to come later that day, to spend a “girls night” with you. That’s what she told you when you saw her. You were kinda excited, you have never had a girls night before, yeah you and your mom used to spend Sundays together watching films or series, but a girl night with someone your age? With Anna whenever you hang out it was always to go to parties and she would always leave to hook up with someone and whenever you subjected the idea of just staying home enjoying a film or doing something else, she would call you childish and boring. So after a few tries you end up giving up, she was probably right, you were childish.

That’s what you used to thought.

You sighed, it seemed that it didn’t matter how far you went, your memories of her didn’t seem to vanish. And you hated it, you really did.

You stood up, waking Bepo with your movement. You needed to go to the town before Nami came today and you needed to call your mom to let her know you were okay. Bepo walked beside you, moving his tail happily. You entered your house and let Bepo sit on the couch, you didn’t mind having him around, you honestly liked having him with you, it made you feel less lonely. You took some money and guided Bepo to his house, so you could leave for the town.

Once you arrived, you went straight to the grocery to buy the things you needed for tonight and for the upcoming days.

“Oi!” You heard a deep voice from behind. You turned around and saw the green haired guy you were already familiar with.

“Zoro.” You smiled at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I was heading somewhere but… I think I got lost.” You looked at him.

“You got lost? But this is a small…”

“It happened.” He shrugged. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh! I’m having a girls night with Nami tonight, so I needed to buy some things for tonight.” You smiled.

“Good…” He nodded. “It’s good to see you are enjoying yourself in this isolated town. But be careful with Law.”

You looked at Zoro with confusion. “What do you mean Zoro?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Law is a good guy but there are people near him that aren’t, so be careful.” He said and started walking. “I will see you tomorrow at the restaurant, bye.”

You said goodbye to him, Zoro's words had left you confused, what did he mean? You tried not to think about it too much, now you wanted to focus on the girls' night that awaited you with Nami.

You arrived home and Bepo came right away to welcome you and keep you company. You spent the afternoon tidying up and cleaning up the house, while Bepo slept on your couch. At dusk Nami arrived at your house, with a case of beer in her hand and with the biggest smile on her face.

“Hello gorgeous.” She greeted you with a smile. “I brought a drink, today we are going to have an incredible time. You will see.” He said as she walked into the house and winked at you.

“I’m happy you’re here tonight Nami.” You smile at her and give her to the kitchen.

“Me too, you and I can finally have time alone without the boys… I wish Robin could be with us.” She smiled at you.

You put the pizza in the oven and Nami opened a couple of beers for you to drink while you waited for the pizza to be ready.

“I heard that Torao is not here, is that right?” Nami said, drinking from her beer.

“Yeah…he hasn't been around since last Monday.” You shrugged.

“You’re worried?” She smirked.

“A little bit… I mean he left without saying a word, everything seemed more than alright when we were watching the night sky.” You told her.

“Huh… how romantic, watching the night sky together?” Nami started joking.

“It’s not like that Nami.” You said, shaking your head.

“C’mon, I have seen how you look at him and how he looks at you. I have never seen Law like that.” She smiled.

“I don’t look at him in any way.”

“Oh c’mon y/n!” Nami cried out. “At least tell me, you find him attractive right? Look at him, his tattoos, piercings,…”

“Are you sure it’s not you the one that is in love with him?”

“Oh please no, I’m not into men.” She laughed and winked at you.

“Oh… right.” You nervously laughed.

“But hey! Don’t skip my question.”

“He is attractive but I don’t… I… I don’t know, okay?”

Nami nodded and didn't say anything else on the subject, she only had a wide smile on her face for practically the entire night. The rest of the night, you ate pizza, drank and you talked non-stop, although it was usually Nami who carried the conversation, you didn't care. It had been a long time since you felt so good with a friend.

The next morning you woke up with a horrible headache, as did Nami who was in an even worse state than you. You prepared breakfast for both of them and gave food to Bepo who had spent the night there. You looked around the window, checking to see if Law's car was there, but it wasn't. You sighed and drank some more from your cup.

“Ugh, I really don't want to go to work today. My head is killing me." Nami complained while walking through the door.

“I don't really feel like it either, having to endure Zeff's screams at Sanji is going to kill me.” You joked.

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It was wednesday night when you saw his car after Zoro took you from the restaurant, you were 100% sure that it was Law’s car, so that meant he was finally back. The following day you sneak peeked from your window to check if it was still there and in fact it was there. You breathed and went straight to his door, you wanted to know if he was alright, check on him, just that. Nothing else, just that. You knocked on the other three times before hearing his voice.

“Cora-San, did you forget something again?” He opened the other. He looked at you, from head to toe and you felt some kind of wave go through your whole body, and it wasn’t in a positive way. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I came here to check on you. Since you've been gone for a week. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“I am, now leave.” He started to close the door but you put your feet in front.

“Why…? What’s up with you?” You questioned him.

“Nothing, now go y/n.” He said with the coldest tone ever, you have never heard him speaking with that tone. “And by the way, from now on I won’t be taking you home, so you better start asking someone in the restaurant to take you.”

He closed the door right in your face, leaving you speechless, why? Why was he acting like that? Did you do something that bothered him? You couldn’t understand shit right now and you were feeling tears popping out of your eyes. You whipped them quickly, you didn’t want to cry, sure there would be a way to fix all this, right? There has to.

You turned and walked out of there, you really didn't want anyone to see you like that right now. You closed the door of the house quickly, took a breath and tried to calm down. Had you really done something wrong? You didn't understand that behavior, Law had slowly become closer, he was opening up, he was letting you be friends with him, but now suddenly he was treating you like you had the plague?

“No wonder you are always left alone y/n.”

“Don’t think y/n, don’t think about it.” You whispered to yourself. “You will find out what's going on.”

“You will always be alone, but… if you do what I say I will be by your side, always.”

“Ah!” You screamed. “Why does she have to come to my mind? Why? It’s been months! Damn it!”

You looked around, it was still early to go to work, but you didn't want to stay at home, alone with your thoughts. You decided to go to the store where Nami worked and distract yourself a little, Nami always told you to come to her if something happened or if you needed to vent about anything. During the trip you seriously thought about whether it would be good to vent to Nami and tell her about Anna, since you had joined her group of friends, the memories of your friendship with her did not stop tormenting you and making you doubt the friendships you had made in that place. You hated so much what you had become, what she had turned you into.

By the time you realized it, you were already entering the door of the store and Nami welcomed you with the biggest of her smiles. The store was practically empty so you could talk calmly.

“What’s on your mind? You seemed to be off.” Nami said with a worried look.

“It’s… it’s Law.” You sighed. “He came back yesterday and this morning when I went to ask him if he was okay, he practically kicked me out and told me not to bother him anymore.”

“He did what?” Nami slammed the table. “That bastard.”

“I don’t understand Nami, maybe I did something that made him…”

“Y/n…” She held my hands. “I’m pretty sure you did nothing wrong. He's just a dick.”

“But maybe I did Nami. Maybe I fucked up and…”

“Y/n I have known you, not for much but I know that there isn’t anything you could do for him to be acting like a dick.” Your eyes started to fill with tears.

“Thank you Nami.” You blinked trying not to cry. “For being my friend.”

“Sure.” She hugged you. “And don’t cry for him, it’s not worth it.”

“There is something else I would like to tell you, because… I feel like I can trust you.” You wanted for her to know you.

Nami nodded and listened to you carefully.

[Delicate topics are narrated in the italicized section. Please read at your own risk]

It all started 5 years ago, you had just moved because your mother just married David. The truth is that starting at a new high school didn't matter much to you, you didn't have anyone at your old school that you wanted to stay for. When you started at the new school, you went with the intention of being more open and being able to make friends but things didn't turn out that way and you spent half a year alone during recess, that was until you met Anna. Beautiful, tall, smart, most people's crush, you knew her well, being with her seemed unattainable. But there she showed up with her wide smile, her perfect complexion and her singing voice.

"Hello." She smiled at you. “Can I sit with you?” She pointed at the seat next to you.

“Yeah… sure.” You said and moved your things for the place.

“You’re y/n right? I’m Anna.” She said, extending his hand.

“Yeah it’s me.” You squeezed her hand.

“Let’s be friends y/n. Okay?” She smiled and that was when everything started to fall.

Everything started to go down and you didn't realize it. Everything seemed to be going well, or so you thought, Anna introduced you to her group of friends. She got you invited to parties, she taught you how to do your makeup, she told you what to wear. For the last 3 years everything had been like that, school ended a year ago but you and Anna decided, more like she told you to choose the same college as her. At that time you didn't see the signs, like you were just being her doll and she was controlling you, but you stayed by her side because you didn't want to be alone again.

“Honey, aren't you going to eat?” Your mom asked you.

“No, I have to go to school.”

“Honey, you should eat something.” Your mom looked at you.

“Mom, it’s okay.” You said and tried to leave.

“Y/n.” She never called you by your name unless she was angry or really worried. “Since last year you have been acting really strange. You know you can talk to me right?”

“I know mom, now I’m leaving, okay?” You said and without letting her speak you went outside.

It's true that you ate less, you almost never had breakfast, but according to Anna it was better that way, since so many calories were not good. She reminded you every time you saw each other.

“Hello!” Anna hugged you. “What are you wearing?” She looked at you.

“Oh it was a present from my stepdad, I really li…”

“It’s so ugly y/n!” She laughed. “You really want Kidd to look at you wearing that?”

You looked at yourself again. “Maybe you’re right…”

“Of course I am.” She said. “This weekend there is a party at Kidd’s house and guess you are invited?” She smirked.

“This weekend I don’t think…”

“You don’t think what? Oh c’mon girl, you know how hard it was for me to get you invited? Don't be boring and come.”

“My mother's due next week, so I wanted to stay with her this weekend.” You explained to her.

“Y/n this opportunity will not come again, if you don't come next week you will be completely alone again. And you don't want that, right?" She said putting a strand behind your ear. You denied. “Exactly, so you have to come.”

And that's what you did, you showed up at the party, but not before having an argument with your mother. David was traveling so she was left alone while you went partying. You sighed and fixed the dress Anna had lent you. You entered the party and started looking for Anna, you had agreed to meet here, but you couldn't see her anywhere.

“Hey pretty.” You heard a voice behind you, you turned around to see Kidd standing there with a cocky smile on his face.

“Kidd… hi.” You swallowed nervously.

“You wanna grab something to drink?”

“It’s okay I’m not really thirsty right now.” You smiled, you really didn’t want to drink anything, you weren’t much of a drinker and you weren't good at tolerating alcohol.

“Oh c’mon y/n!” Anna appeared behind you grabbing you by the shoulders. "Don't be a party pooper and drink with us, poor Kidd is inviting you and you reject him?" She said, making a sad face.

“Yeah baby, let’s drink and we can have some fun together alright?” He said, leaning his face towards yours.

“I guess… I guess one drink won’t be bad.” You ended up agreeing to them.

But then one drink turned into two, and then into three, before you realized it you had Kidd on top of you kissing you desperately. You really wanted to get out of there, you didn't want your first time to be like that. But then Anna's voice echoed in your head, how she told you how boring you were, how she would leave you alone. So you let it happen. Kidd got up once he finished and put his clothes back on, while you tried to hold back the urge to cry. Without saying anything he left the room and left you alone in the darkness. You took a quick breath and eyelashes, pushing away the tears that threatened to come out and you also dressed, you wanted to get out of that house as soon as possible and go home.

You heard Anna calling you but you didn't stop and left the house at full speed, you wanted to get there as soon as possible. You took an Uber to get home, you were exhausted, your head hurt, you felt like crying, everything was coming at you. You entered through the door of the house, you did not expect to find your mother there, but there she was dying because she had gone into labor and you were not there.

“Mom!”

“Oh… honey, I tried calling an ambulance or David but I tried and… I can’t get up. The baby is coming.”

You looked at the ground, the water had broken and there was also blood, you didn't know how long it had been but the baby was coming and you had to do something.

“I will call an ambulance, so they… they can help.” Your breathing was labored. You were on the verge of crying, you should have been with her, you shouldn't have left. You held the phone and you dialed the emergency number.

“Honey… look at me.” Your mother touched your cheek. “I will be alright okay?”

“I should’ve been here mom… I’m sorry.” Tears started to fall down.

You talked to the emergency people and they got there in less than 10 minutes. On the way to the hospital you called David to tell him that mom was in labor. You waited in the waiting room, you tried to stay still but your nerves wouldn't let you, you couldn't stop thinking about how stupid you had been. You knew that your mother could go into labor at any moment, that it had been a complicated pregnancy and yet you had left her. You even told David that it was okay for him to go, that you would be there. But you weren't.

Time began to pass and you don't know when you fell asleep but you did and the next thing you knew was that a nurse was in front of you, telling you that your mother was already planning and you could go see her.

“Mom.” You rushed to her side.

She was awake, really pale and smiling at you. “Hello honey…Your sister caused more problems than you when you were born.” She joked.

“Where is… where is she?” You looked around.

“They are doing some tests on her because it was a complicated birth but she will be alright.” She smiled at you.

“Mom, I’m really…”

“Honey don’t.”

“No, I have to. I’m sorry, I have been an awful daughter to you and David too, when everything you wanted to do was helping me and I pushed away, every single time.” You take a deep breath and wipe away the tears that were already falling down your face.

“Don’t cry, okay? We will talk about everything once we are home, when we are more calm and relaxed. It’s okay.” She hugged you and kissed your forehead.

You stayed next to her, you were able to meet your little sister, Kelly, and the urge to cry again appeared. Your mother forced you to go home once David arrived, she said that you needed to sleep properly, take a good shower and replenish your energy. You hadn't looked at your phone since the last call with David and honestly you would have preferred to have left it off. You had missed calls and messages from Anna, saying everything, how dare you leave like that, how dare you ignore her and the list went on. You put your phone on silent and left it charging, you didn't want to think about her, or anything that happened at that shitty party.

The next week you didn't go to college, you didn't feel like it and you preferred to spend time with your mother and Kelly. But you knew that throughout that week you would have to talk to them about everything that had been happening with you in recent years. So you sat down and talked, you told them everything about Anna, about the parties, about your problems with food and also how you wanted to escape from that degree that you hated so much and where you were only because you didn't want to be alone, in reality you were always doing everything because you don't want to be alone.

David and your mother agreed that you would drop out of college, and start going to therapy. You could help at home with Kelly for a year, until you found something you wanted to do and felt good about yourself again. And that's how you started going to therapy and you cut all ties with Anna, you deleted her from all your social networks, her phone, everything, you didn't want to know anything about her again. Until five months ago, while you were walking with Kelly, you ran into her. Kelly was already a year and a half old and you were taking her on a walk while your mom and David were working. When you saw her, you could feel your pulse speed up and the desire to vomit invade your body.

“Oh! Look who is here.” She said with a sarcastic voice, then she looked at Kelly and laughed. “Don’t tell me Kidd knocked you up, in just a try? Or are truly a slut and have been sleeping with everyone since…”

“Is none of your business, now please leave me alone.” You said and passed next to her.

"What did you say bitch?" She grabbed your arm, digging her nails into it. “You should be grateful to me, it's thanks to me that you fucked Kidd, it's thanks to me that you weren't completely alone every day. But seeing how ungrateful you are, I don't care. I should have left you alone." She whispered in your ear.

“Leave me alone.” You faced her, trying to control yourself from shaking.

Anna clenched her fists and pushed you, causing you to collide with Kelly's cart and it to fall to the ground. You heard Kelly crying, Anna running away, and then you saw red. Kelly was crying and bleeding, you were on the verge of crying, again because of you, someone you loved was getting hurt. You called the emergency room and then your mother to tell her what had happened.

At the hospital with your mother and David, they told you that luckily it was nothing and that Kelly was fine. You wanted to breathe easy but you really couldn't.

“So the following day I packed a bag and went to my aunts house in the east without telling my mom or David anything.” You breathed. “The thought of seeing Anna again and her hurting me or someone I cared about again was going to kill me alive, so I thought the best option was leaving. Run away like a coward.” You tried to smile at Nami, realizing Nami was a sea of tears at that moment. “Wait… why are you?”

“Oh y/n!” She hugged you and continued crying on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry you went through all that, I’m really sorry.” She broke the hug and looked at you. “You weren’t a coward, that bitch is the coward and if I see her I will kick her ass.”

“Don’t worry about her, my mom and David, they filed charges against her and from what my aunt told me she had a restraining order imposed.”

“She should be in jail.” She breathed. “Thank you y/n, for trusting me with this. I really appreciate it and I want you to know I’m proud of you and that we all love you, and we won’t be leaving you alone. Never.” She smiled. “That’s a promise.”

“Never.” You smiled back at her.

“Now you have to tell something…why this town of all the places in the world? I’m glad you chose it but…” She looked around and you laughed at her expression.

“That's actually a funny story…” You smiled.

Note: I didn’t thought that y/n’s flashback was going to be this long, but I really wanted to introduce her past as soon as possible (also bc I don’t want the story to be that long). I also wanted to created a stronger bond between Nami and y/n, so with chapter is mostly about them bonding and y/n finding a true friend in Nami. About Law, in the next chapter we will know more about what’s going on with him and we will have more of him and Corazon. See you in the next chapter, I will be uploading a part 2 of The Guitarist and also a one shot call “Beg me” it’s a nsfw fic set in Wano, now that Wano is ending what better that drop a spicy fic about it.

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We'll Do It Together (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N: Hey guys! I actually liked this one so I decided to finish it when I saw it in my drafts. I used Taskmaster's female version like in MCU. Let me know what you think!

WC: 2.6k+

Warnings: Mention of HYDRA (very big role), action scenes (more than one), battles, mention of death. Let me know if I missed any!! Not proofread, grammar mistakes are my own.

When you escaped the Red Room, you knew your life wasn’t going to be easy. You were their masterpiece. You were the Red Widow. They put that disgusting serum inside you so you could be stronger than ever. The serum did a lot of wonders on you. It was even better than other super soldiers. Maybe it was because you were a female. Maybe the substances were different. You didn’t know. You couldn’t ask. You weren’t allowed to. They didn’t like it when you talked. So you muted yourself. You swore you wouldn’t talk again until the day you die.

Bucky knew how you suffered. He was there. He trained you, made you better. You could easily knock down anyone thanks to him. During those training you both developed feelings for each other. Maybe that’s why he trained you better than anyone. When HYDRA realised, they separated you. He escaped, you escaped and then you’ve never seen each other again.

He didn’t give up on you though. Once he was out of Wakanda, he tried to find you. It wasn’t easy to find a widow who wouldn’t want to be found but he still asked Shuri as a favour. She’s been trying her chance since, just like Bucky but both of you had no luck. “I’m not giving up on you, Y/N,” he thought.

You woke up with a headache. You’ve been working hard lately but you knew you had to stop or at least give a break. People would come after you if you took too much attention. A notification appeared on your computer.

“I need to talk to you. It took me 2 years to find your work mail. I don’t want to wait anymore. Meet me on the back street of the usual place. -JBB”

You didn’t go. Or at least that’s what he thought. You watched him in the shadows like you always did. Your dark red combat suit, your hoodie and your face mask helped you stay in cover a lot. Through years you’ve learned how to stay hidden and you were good at it.

“She didn’t come.”

Bucky basically threw himself on the couch, cursing himself for believing you would come. Why would you anyway? You probably didn’t even remember his name. You knew him as the Winter Soldier, not as James Bucky Barnes.

“Believe it or not but we need her help,” Sam threw some files on the table. Bucky took one on his hand, reading and trying to understand what’s happening. “HYDRA is trying to recreate the Red Room. The director's name is unknown but I’m pretty sure they have already grouped somewhere,” he explained.

Bucky furrowed his brows. After Natasha and Yelena destroyed the Red Room, it was about time remaining members would remake it. “We need this prick’s name before he screws up more lives,” he sighed. He opened his phone, tapped the camera and started taking pictures of files. Sam looked at him confused, “These are secret files Bucky, what are you doing?” he asked. Bucky kept taking pictures, “You wanted a widow’s help didn’t you? They need something, a target to destroy,” he explained without looking up. He tapped the mail app and entered your mail address.

>HYDRA is rebuilding the Red Room, I added everything we know, we need locations and agents’ names. Paid job. Meet me in 2 days, same place, same time.

Then he sent. He locked his phone again and looked for deeper information to see if he would connect anything with his past. “Now what?” Sam asked. Bucky looked at Sam with no emotion reaching his eyes, “Now we wait, research and eliminate.”

You were furious. “How could they?” you thought. But of course, what were you thinking? Of course HYDRA would do anything to rule the world. You couldn’t just sit back and wait for someone else to do something. Next 2 days you gathered every intel you could get and copied everything to a USB drive.

You waited for Bucky to show up at the meeting time. You checked heat signatures to see any threats. There was only one, coming to the meeting point. Him. You waited 7 minutes before you showed yourself.

“I was wondering when you’re gonna show up,” he said, turning to you. He looked at you from head to toe. “Did you find anything?” he asked. Your eyes locked in deadly focus. He frowned, waiting for you to do something but you were just standing there, counting his moves.

You charged forward, caught him off guard. You fist hit his jaw, making him lose his balance. “What are you do-“ before he could finish, you hit him again. He stood up quickly, tried to mirror your attacks but you responded with lightning-fast reflexes, deftly sidestepping his initial attack and delivering a swift kick to his gut. He groaned in pain, looked at you when you were observing. The mask, no talk. You reminded him of himself. “What have they done to you? Are you still serving them?” he asked with pain in his voice. But this pain was different. It wasn’t because you beat him up and he was feeling physical pain. It was because his heart broke into millions of pieces when he saw what you’ve become.

You pulled out the USB out of your bra under your suit and handed it to him. He looked at you surprised, but suddenly everything hit him with a lot of senses. You didn’t attack him because you were still serving them. You were angry. With everything inside you. You were angry with every creation they’ve done. And he was one of their masterpieces. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. He averted his eyes and looked at the USB. He took it from you and stood up. You took a step back, informing him you won’t attack again. He looked at you one last time, “I will stop them,” he promised and you left.

“How can they still hide with low resources?” Sam was furious. Zemo sat there looking at him walking from one side to the other, huffing in frustration. “We need to try to find other ways,” Zemo said. Sam looked at him deadly, “No shit, Sherlock,” he mocked. “No need,” Bucky entered the room. “It seems like Y/N found everything for us,” he showed the driver. He took off his coat, his blood on his shirt was visible. Zemo took a look at him, “What happened to you?” he asked, pointing to the blood. “She beat my ass as payment,” he groaned. “Seriously, you got beaten by a woman?” He asked. Bucky, filled with frustration, was about to throw a punch to him but Sam stopped him. “A woman can do anything they want with the right motivation, jerk,” he hissed. “Plus, she is not an ordinary woman. She is a super soldier and was the best widow in HYDRA,” he said unimpressed.

Bucky didn’t want to remember those days, how they brainwashed him to stab you because you were too loud, too anarchic or just not listening to anything they said. He cringed himself for doing those things, he wondered if you find him guilty, “of course she does,” he thought to himself. “I’m sorry for talking bad about your girlf-“ before Zemo could finish, Bucky landed his fist to his jaw. “What’s inside the driver?” he asked while Zemo was rubbing his jaw. Sam gave both of them an unimpressed look and started reading the intel.

“Elisa Sinclair, also known as Madame HYDRA, is the new director of HYDRA. She is currently building her own high council aiming to recruit the Winter Soldier, the Red Widow, the White Widow, Helmut Baron Zemo and Maria Hill,” Sam read aloud. The trio looked at each other, frowning. “Her main goal is to rebuild the Red Room and have her own Black Widow army, all of them injected and built with super soldier serum. Taskmaster will be responsible for their training,” Sam continued. “Hold up,” Bucky interrupted. “I thought Taskmaster was on our side after Natasha and Yelena saved her,” he explained. “Out of everyone, are you concerned about the Taskmaster? They have our names on that list, Bucky,” Zemo hissed.

Bucky looked at him with no emotion, “It says aiming to recruit us. Taskmaster is listed and her job is given already,” he answered. Sam thought for a second. “Could she be Y/N’s intel?” he asked. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and thought about it. “We would never learn,” he could only say. “And why is that?” Zemo asked. “She doesn’t talk,” Bucky said and kept digging for information.

“She will be unstoppable if she manages to do everything she wants,” Yelena said. Antonia, Yelena and you have been discussing everything Antonia knew for hours. “She is not suspected of anything, she thinks I’m on her side and trying to find old widows that you saved,” Antonia said. “Taskmaster is on her way to complete tasks,” Yelena giggled. They both looked at you, watching the conversation. “Are you not getting tired of this mute thing and you know that mask that covers your nose and mouth, how do you even breathe?” Yelena said. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, mentioning her to let go. “Did you give the driver to the soldier?” Antonia asked. You nodded your head. “Let’s hope he does something about it,” she continued. “Don’t worry, the soldier would do anything for her,” Yelena laughed, earning a slap behind her head from you. “Ouch, that hurt,”

For a month both parties have done their research, they gathered all the information and put it together. “We have to make sure all of them get arrested,” Sam said, explaining the plan. “Or dead,” Yelena snorted. He gave her a disapproving look before continued, “Taskmaster will be our inside control, she will turn the alarms off for us, Torres will take the air, me and Bucky will take the sides, Yelena and Y/N, you’ll be sneaking in and knock off agents until you reach front door for the SHIELD’s army and Zemo will be operating from behind. Is everything clear?”

Everybody nodded their head, confirming they understood the assignment. Sam landed the Quinjet in a secret location. “The support team is positioned nearby, waiting to hear from us,” he said. Bucky glanced at you as you checked your weapons. You signalled to Yelena that you were ready, and together you stood up to get off the jet. "Be careful," Bucky muttered behind your back. You looked at him and nodded your head.

Yelena and you sneaked in through the window Antonia had left open. After neutralising the two agents in the room you entered, you stopped and began to listen to the sounds. Yelena pointed the device on her arm at the door and looked at the screen, “Four heat signatures,” she whispered. You nodded and raised your gun. You brought your hand to the doorknob and counted down with your fingers. You opened the door, ran through it together and neutralised the agents. “One floor down, two to go,” Yelena said.

You and Yelena have reached the entrance after clearing 2 floors and 15 agents. “There are fewer agents than I expected,” Yelena said. You frowned, indeed there must have been more people. This was supposed to be their main base. After easily neutralising the 6 agents waiting at the entrance, you pointed around to Yelena. “You want me to wait here?” she asked. You nodded and pointed upward. “Are you going up on the roof?” she asked. You nodded. Pressing the communicator on her ear, Yelena informed, "We've cleared the entrance, the building is too empty, Y/N will check the roof, agents can come in."

Sam and Bucky were uncomfortable with the silence around them. Bucky exhaled angrily, "Why is it so quiet in here?" asked. Sam thought the same way. "There are things we don't know, and I don't like this silence," he said. A feeling inside Bucky was hesitant that you went up on the roof alone. “I have to check on Y/N, he'll be there alone,” she said. Before he could even finish his sentence, a cry for help was heard from the communicator. “It's a trap, agents are waiting in the back, Taskmaster is injured, urgent backup is needed,” Torres said bitterly. “Y/N!” Bucky shouted over the radio, "Don't go up on the roof, there's a bomb there, don't go on the roof!" he called. But it was useless, “Her device is turned off,” Zemo informed.

“Everybody leave the building now!” Sam ordered. More agents reached the building and there was a battle going on in the ground. Agents were falling from both sides. Bucky ran through the base, knocked down anyone who came his way. He needed to reach the roof before it was too late. Before he could get near, a loud explosion went off. “No!” he screamed to the air. “Oh come on, Y/N, please answer, it’s not the time to play the quiet game,” he begged.

You didn’t know what was happening but your gut feeling told you something was off. Before you could understand, you heard the bomb’s clock ticking sound. You ran and tried to jump somewhere close but it was too late. The bomb exploded before you could leave. You found a tree branch to hold but it was weak, it was a matter of time it would break. You reached for the commutator in your ear and switched it on. “Bucky,” you said. He looked around to see you, to come to you but you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes teared up, “Hey doll, where are you?” he managed to say. “I swore to myself that I would talk the day I’ll die,” you said. Bucky listened to the sound coming around you to locate wherever you are. He started to run through some way his gut feeling told him. “I’m proud of what you’ve become,” you continued. “Don’t give up on yourself, you look good when you save people,” you giggled to yourself. The branch cracked, letting you know you didn’t have much time left. “I’ve never stopped loving you,” your voice cracked. Bucky could feel you were close, he looked around at anything high you could hold after the explosion, “We have a lot of time to recover the time we lost, doll,” he said. You shook your head, tears were streaming down on your face, “Get my revenge,” you said before the branch cracked and you started falling.

You didn’t feel the pain like you thought you would. You opened your eyes to see one metal and one flesh arm holding you hard and a pair of baby blue eyes looking at you concerned but relaxed. “We‘ll get it together,” he said, crying. He reached for your mask to reveal your face and you smiled. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “You caught me,” you sniffed. He hugged you tightly, “I’m never leaving you again,” he let out a laugh between tears. He creased your cheeks, “I love you, baby,” he said and leaned in for a kiss.

You were standing on the balcony, feeling the breeze on your arms. You felt two arms grabbing you from behind, warming you. “Can’t sleep?” he softly asked, giving small kisses on your neck. “I was thinking about us,” you said looking at him. He looked at you with his bright eyes, he kissed you, “So there is us?” he mocked. You furrowed your brows and slapped his flesh arm. He giggled, “Joke, joke,” he said. He kissed your forehead. “I want to kill Elisa,” you said. He looked at you, opened his hand for you to take. It was a sign between you two, a sign for promise. You took his hand and he said, “We’ll do it together.”

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hiraeth • seo changbin [part three]

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✰ pairing - roommate!changbin x fem!reader

✰ warnings - some swearing, reader is harassed non-consensually but it's all okay in the end :c

✰ word count - 2.9k

✰ notes - lol i don't know how to feel about this one it's literally crap. also the picture yes they are fucking hot

✰ tags - @hyunjinslittlestar @dunno-wut-to-do @caticorn61

✰ sypnosis: after setting some boundaries with changbin, somehow you coincidentally find out his secret.

hiraeth - the longing for a home that you cannot return to, or never was.

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You knew it was probably wrong to follow your roommate through college, but when you find out he’s been hiding things from you, what choice did you have?

Changbin turned the corner, talking to Jisung and completely unaware of your current situation.

He was stopped by Chan, and the three headed off somewhere.

You decided that it was enough, and you wandered off towards your classroom.

The confusions only increased as Changbin disappeared off for random parts of the day, whether it was early morning, during the day, or late at night.

Worried would be an understatement. You didn’t know whether he was okay or not, and the apartment felt emptier than ever.

Does he not want to be around me?

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“Go outside. Don’t just sit around in here.” The mom barged into the room, scaring the living hell out of the poor girl, who was clearly deathly scared of loud noises.

“What? What are you hiding to make such a big reaction to me coming in? Keep the door open. And you better study something. Or else.” The older woman threatened, walking out the door and leaving the girl to bask in her thoughts.

“I SAID, GET OUT!” The mother screeched at the girl, who got up from the desk and ran to the front door.

She wandered the streets for a little while, not wanting to talk to people, much less make friends.

Going home for another half an hour wasn’t an option.

The girl knew that someday she would regret not making friends.

People always told her that it was difficult at first.

To her, it seemed impossible. She would end up alone. All alone.

She bit back tears as she remembered her old friends, and how they had ditched her once she had finally opened up to them.

They had blocked her, and she felt more alone than ever.

No one. No one to open up to, to explain the bitter truth of her problems. Nobody to trust, to believe in.

Maybe, she was destined to be this way.

Alone.

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You stopped by the grocery store on the way back to the dorms from the library.

Wandering around through the isles, you selected many necessities, including food and medicine.

You stopped in front of a specific item; Changbin’s favorite cookie snack.

You immediately grabbed multiple packets, witt how much he was working, he clearly needed his energy, which was also sugar.

You almost giggled at the thought of him having a sugar rush last time, running around the apartment with you chasing him down.

It was almost…fun.

You knew that Seo Changbin was a major health freak, and that he would never have too much sugar, but there were sometimes where he really needed it.

Grabbing a few more of Changbin’s favorite snacks and making your way to the checkout counter, pulling out your wallet to pay for the items.

“Need me to pay for them, pretty?”

Your heart nearly stopped. You froze in your position, turning slightly in fear.

A group of three men, all smoking and clearly drunk, laughed at your state of fright.

“U-Um…sir…i’m a minor.” You informed him, glancing at the cashier for help.

However, he just smirked at you instead.

“How old ‘re you?” The drunk guy slurred, stumbling towards you, prompting you to take a couple steps back.

“I’m 17.” You whimpered. “That’s plenty.” The guy grunted, limping towards you.

You immediately turned and ran without a second thought, hiding behind a column of wall that was inaccessible to the public.

You didn’t care about how much trouble you would get into later.

Terrified, you pull your phone out of your hoodie pocket.

Immediately calling Changbin, you gasp as you hear a container getting knocked over in the next isle.

Praying that he would pick up, you sank to the floor to hide more effectively.

Your call was immediately sent to voice mail.

You called Jisung and Chan; neither of them responded either.

Finally, you called Mina, who picked up immediately.

Frantically, you explained the situation to her, and she told you to hang on; she was one her way.

Five minutes passed, and a hand grabbed your shoulder. Alarmed, you almost scream before breaking into sobs as your friend cradled you.

Safe. You were safe.

You both walked out of the grocery store after paying for your things.

The creepy guys didn’t even dare to come near you now that you weren’t alone.

“Thank you. Oh my goodness, you saved me.” You gasped, gripping your friend’s shoulders.

“Oh come on. It’s what friends do. Also those guys were super creepy. What happened to your super buff roommate? Changbin? Why didn’t he come?” Mina asked, continuing to hold you closer to give you a sense of security.

“H-He didn’t pick up. Even when he knows I never call except when it’s an emergency.” You grunt. You were gonna give him a piece of your mind once you reach the dorm.

If he even was there.

“Ooof. Girl, get your man in order.” Mina giggled at the wild blush coating your face.

“He is not my man!” You scoff, slapping her shoulder while continuing to walk towards the familiar college building.

“I mean, he’a pretty cute. And he’s your type.” Mina teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you and cackling as you shriek in disbelief.

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You entered your dorm after punching in the key code, walking straight to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.

What you didn’t expect, however, was for a certain black-haired man to be sitting on the couch.

You immediately walk in front of him, ready to go off on him for not answering your calls.

Normally, this would be a pretty crappy thing to get upset over, considering it was just one phone call.

But Changbin knew that you never called unless it was an emergency, and you had established that pretty early on in your friendship.

“What excuse do you have for yourself?! I even called you during free period! Why didn’t you pick up?” You shouted.

“Y-Y/N i’m seriously sorry, I had something going on at the time, so I switched off my phone. What happened?” Changbin replied, looking up at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen on him.

Clearly he was feeling remorse for his actions. You decided to go easy on him.

“This guy at the grocery store tried to harass me, I called Mina though, so i’m okay.”

Changbin gasped quietly, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes in guilt.

“Y/N…i’m so sorry. Please forgive me…” He quietly asked, grabbing your hands and placing them on his head in an attempt to ask for forgiveness.

“It’s okay, Binnie. Just…don’t ignore them again, kay?” You tried to calm him down, and he yanked you down onto the couch next to him and snuggled up to you.

Your chest warmed up at the affectionate act, and you played with his bangs while he slept. Wow, clearly he was exhausted.

You realize that he was wearing pretty heavy makeup, something he didn’t do normally.

He looked very pretty, though. You dragged him to your room, removing all of his makeup and fixing his hair.

You change into your pajamas in your closet, doing your skincare before you both went to bed, in his room, or course.

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“Girl! I got tickets for us both to go to the 3RACHA concert!” Mina squealed, jumping up and down in utter excitement.

“What’s 3RACHA?” You ask, not really insterested.

“They’re this new band! They’re anonymous, though. You only know them by their stage names. CB97, J.one, and SPEARB.” Mina rambled to you, handing you a ticket.

“I guess I’ll have to research them.” You reply, staring at the silhouettes in the picture and getting the fleeting impression of familiarity. Like you’ve seen them before.

Later that night, you researched the group and listened to some of their music.

They only had one album, so you made sure to listen to all the songs.

The concert was tomorrow, and you could see why Mina was so excited.

They were seriously talented, but you couldn’t shake the feeling as if you had heard their voices somewhere.

You decided to ask Changbin about it, he was majoring in music, so maybe he would know about them.

“CHANGBIN-AH!” You called, pulling up the album image and staring at the black silhouettes again.

True to your word, your roommate walked into the room, staring at his phone.

“Do you know these guys?” You ask, gesturing to the image on your computer screen.

For some reason, Changbin visibly panicked, stuttering and stumbling over his sentences and fiddling with his hands.

“N-No. I don’t think I’ve seen t-them before…” He trailed off.

“Oh, okay! I’ll ask Hannie. Maybe he’d know.”

“NO! I mean n-no. He’s probably super busy. he has an exam, you know?” Binnie giggled nervously at the end.

“Oh…well i’ll ask him later, then.” You shut your laptop.

“Their music actually sounds super good! I like all the songs produced by SPEARB, though. They’re exactly my style. You should listen!” You ramble.

“Really?!” He started, immediately changing the topic when you gave him a confused expression. “Um, so what’s for dinner?”

Needless to say, you knew Changbin was hiding something. Maybe he knew who they were and promised not to tell or something.

That would make sense. Maybe.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror. The dress suited you, but you still felt awkward in it.

It had been years since you had worn a dress, and you regretted it.

“Y/N! I’m heading out, oka-woah…” Binnie stood at the doorway of your bedroom, staring at you in awe.

He set his phone down and walked closer to you.

“This is the first time you’ve worn a dress?” He smoothed out a crease near your waist.

“Mhm…I was just about to change, though. I feel awkward.” You blurt, turning towards the closet.

A single hand on your waist stopped you.

Slowly, you turned around and looked Binnie in his eyes.

“It suits you. Please wear it.” He whispered softly, turning you around and fastening the zipper on the back.

He grabbed a hairbrush from you drawer. turned so that both of you were facing the mirror.

“You look so pretty, yeah? How come you don’t wear dresses more often?” He breathed out, brushing your hair neatly and tying it into a cute updo.

“My mom…how do you know how to tie hair?” You grinned as he flushed pink.

“Y/N…don’t tease me. You know I have a sister!” He whined, albeit still giggling.

“Well, I guess we both have somewhere to go, huh?” You smile, genuinely, for the first time in a long time.

“Mhm…stay safe, okay? No touching, not when you look this pretty.” Binnie winked, and you could feel blood rushing up to your cheeks.

Then you understood what he was implying. “AGH! I’m not going to the bar, idiot! I’m a minor, remember?!” You slap him playfully, squeezing his bicep once and poking his side aggressively.

He squawked loudly at the ticklish sensation, batting your hand away. Both of you ended up laughing your hearts out.

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Needless to say, somehow both of you were heading in the same direction, and Changbin offered to drop you off.

You gave him the directions, and you noticed how he started to get more panicky the closer you got to the the concert.

His face paled drastically when you both arrived at the stadium, and his eyes widened.

“You don’t…by chance have a concert here, do you?” He whispered, sinking in his seat when you nodded your head.

“Binnie? Are you okay?” You ask.

“Yup. Completely fine. You know what? I gotta go. See ya!” He dropped you off and drove away, leaving you majorly confused.

You entered the stadium and found Mina in no time.

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Changbin drove around a few times before parking at the same spot again, entering through the back door and meeting up with Chan and Jisung.

Heading backstage, he explained the situation to the other two, panicking and gasping out.

“Hey, hey. Changbin. It’s okay. I know she’ll know by today, but what is she gonna do? Either way she’ll figure out because of the internet, at least she’ll know in person , yeah?” Chan tried to calm the younger man down.

“Hey, we’re in this together, okay? I didn’t tell her either, and i’m her bestie. I’m probably more screwed than you are! Now, let’s not let these nerves affect our performance, okay?” Jisung rubbed a hand along Binnie’s back, soothing the boy as he drank a glass of water.

“Aaaagh. Of course she shows up at the one concert we reveal our faces.” Changbin groaned, turning in his chair to let the makeup artist continue his work.

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”Oh my god. I bet they’re really fucking hot.” Mina rambled, clearly ecstatic at the aspect of finally getting to see the artists’ faces.

“Eh, it wouldn’t matter. They’re talented, and that’s all that matters.” You shrugged, turning towards the stage when the lights dimmed.

You heard CB97’s voice echo throughout the huge stadium.

“Lovely evening we have here today, yeah?” He walked out, removing his face mask.

You audibly gasp. Chan. What the hell?

“Woah. He’s smoking hot.” Mina giggled.

“He’s my roommate’s best friend, what the fuck?” You breathe out, shock overtaking your entire body.

Suddenly, all the pieces started fitting together. Wait. That means…

Jisung ran onto stage, the entire corwd erupting into excited cheer and chaos, and your jaw dropped.

Finally, the two coaxed a very giggly Changbin from the stage lift, and you and Mina both froze.

They started talking, but everything sounded like a blur. This is what he’d been hiding.

“Girlie, isn’t that your…roommate?” Mina gasped, and you nodded your head frantically.

Changbin’s eyes landed on you, directly in the middle of the crowd.

He flushed pink and waved at you, grinning cutely and winking softly.

‘What the fuck?’ You mouthed at him, bursting into disbelief filled laughter.

He giggled and pursing his lips.

They started performing, and though all three of them shined on stage, your eyes stayed on one person.

He looked so…happy. He was so different from your shy roommate.

He was so confident, flexing his muscles and biceps and causing your mind to turn to mush.

Mina was right. They were really fucking hot.

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After the concert, you walked backstage, accompanied by Chan, who had secretly come to pick you up while Changbin and Jisung tapped freestyle on stage for the crowd’s entertainment.

The stage curtain closed, and Changbin and Jisung ran into the backstage room, both running and squealing in adrenaline rush, before engulfing you in a huge hug.

“Sooo?” Jisung started. “How was it? Youre the roommate of the super hot and famous Seo Changbin.” Changbin giggled at the end, slapping Hanji playfully.

“Oh, stop it.” He turned to you, pursing his lips again and grinning softly.

“How was it? Did I do okay?” He asked, clasping your hands in his, excitement flashing through his eyes.

You were lost for words. “Wow-Changbin! This is absolutely insane! You did so well.” You ended off with squishing his cheek.

“So pretty, so amazing. Your rapping is actually next-level.” You blurted, grabbing his face with both hands as he blushed a deep red.

“Really?” He whispered, and you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you could stop yourself.

His eyes sparkled in happiness. You made sure to memorize every detail, to keep in your mind.

You both stayed in each other’s arms for a while, Chan and Jisung’s knowing smirks passing over both of your heads.

Once the other two had left to attend to Mina, Changbin immediately picked you up by the waist and spun you around, eliciting happy giggles from both of you.

“You need to wear dresses more, seriously so pretty…” He murmured, resting his head against your collarbone.

“I’ll get more, I don’t know which ones look good on me, though…” You sounded uncertain, sentence trailing off before Binnie interrupted.

“I’ll come with you. Seriously need to spoil you every once in a while.”

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