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heavyhitterheaux · 3 months

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Drive Safe Part 2

First Lady of Private Garden Fic (Alternate Universe)

AN: 😉😉😉

Synopsis: Jack has to deal with the aftermath of releasing Drive Safe and you learning that the song was about you. He is trying to do anything to make you forgive him, including confronting your best friend about something that happened between the two of them

Pairing: Ex-husband!Jack Harlow x Ex-wife!Reader

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After you told Jack to get out the house, you went and locked yourself in your studio so that he was able to get all of his belongings out of your shared bedroom.

But you knew he wasn't going to leave without a fight and kept knocking on the studio door and pleading with you to open it.

“Baby, please let me fix this. I'm going to fix this. Just open the door so we can talk.” Jack pleaded with you as you had a steady stream of tears running down your face.

When you were quiet, he spoke up again.

“I know I messed up, but I'm going to prove to you that I deserve to have another chance. I love you and that’s never going to change. I fell in love with you when I was fourteen and that's not going away anytime soon.”

Once you heard his footsteps walk away from the door, you waited a few minutes before calling Urban. Because at this point, you didn't know what to do anymore.

Of course he picked up on the first ring.

“Lil Bit…”

You couldn't even get any words out and Urban immediately just heard you sobbing.

“I'm coming, okay? Be there soon.” He said and quickly hung up. You were simply sitting on the floor and trying to stop yourself from going into a full blown panic attack.

You sent him a text to let him know that you were in the studio and did your best to get up off the floor in order to be able to open the door for him. The tears continued to flow as you sat on the couch and simply stared off into space in disbelief. About 20 minutes later, Urban was walking through the door and simply came and sat next to you while he wrapped his arms around you and you cried into his chest.

“I know and I'm sorry my best friend is an asshole. He didn't even warn me before he did it either.”

Every time you tried to talk, it just came out as sobs and he got nervous knowing that a panic attack was going to follow.

“Y/N, I need you to breathe. Not only for yourself, but for the babies. Take slow deep breaths for me.”

It took you a few minutes to even your breathing, but once you did you finally spoke.

“Urban, what did I do to deserve this?” You whispered while starting to play with the end of your curly hair.

“You didn't do anything for him to talk about you the way that he did. You've given him chance after chance but he keeps fucking it up.”

“My ex-husband writes songs about me and bashes me all while accusing me of doing something that I had no intention to do from the beginning, my supposed friends took his side when I filed for divorce and basically said I was a shitty person, but would have done anything for them, my so called other best friend probably fucked my husband but both of them steadily deny it, and I'm pregnant with three kids. How the fuck can I bring them into the world when my life is a dumpster fire? I am literally in this by myself because everyone has turned their back on me. Well, except you, which I'm very grateful for.” You said being completely honest as the tears were starting to slow down.

“I'm never going to turn my back on you. You are going to be the best mother to the three of them and that goes without saying. I can't speak for everyone else in PG, but we all know how wrong Jack was and I told him off about it. I said from the beginning before he even got signed that I would cuss his ass out if he ever did anything to hurt you. I was like she's been there since forever when your ass didn't have a damn thing to your name and not to switch up when he got famous, but of course that went in one ear and out the other.” As soon as that came out of his mouth, his phone started to ring and he looked down to see that it was Jack.

He looked back up at you as if he was asking for permission and you simply shrugged.

“You're his best friend too.” Was all you said before he decided to answer it. When he did, you could tell that Jack had actually been crying.

“Jack.” Was all Urban said before Jack started having a full blown meltdown.

“Urb, I fucked up. I fucked up bad. She's literally never going to forgive me for this.”

“Hmm, so why did you do it in the first place?”

“I overheard her talking to Taylor and I… accused her of going to file for full custody when that was never her intention. I thought that she was agreeing with her. I got pissed, started distancing myself, and then that's when I wrote it.”

“Instead of actually talking to her?”

“Look, it wasn't my best moment, okay?” Jack answered as he ran a hand through his curls, clearly frustrated.

“You've been having shitty moments ever since you separated from her. And didn't I tell you to never forget that she was actually there when you didn't have a damn thing to your name?”

“I know…”

“Be honest with me for a second.” Urban started to say before sighing.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Did you cheat on her with Taylor? Or cheat on her at all?”

“Urb! Why the fuck would you ask me that!?”

“You know the fuck why so answer the question.” Urban fired back and you were sitting there simply listening.

“I have never cheated on her with Taylor or anyone else. She is literally the only person I want. I admit that when I went to see Taylor when I was upset it wasn't my best idea because when I finished explaining to her how I felt about the whole situation, she tried to kiss me, but I immediately pushed her away from me. That's why I haven't really been around her. I’ve hurt Y/N enough and I’ll be damned if I cheat on the person that I’m trying to get to marry me again.”

Both of your mouths were hanging wide open.

“And why didn't you tell her this!? So you just let her have fake ass friends around her!?”

“I… Y/N loves her! I didn't know how to tell her that and besides if I had told her at that time, she probably wouldn't have believed me!”

“She needs to hear that from you as soon as possible.”

“How? She doesn't want to talk to me.”

“Then you better have a good ass plan to get her to. I’m tired of this and I’m not even in the damn relationship.”

“Do you think that she'll ever forgive me?” Jack asked hopeful, but all Urban did was look at you. When you didn't give him an answer, he came up with the best response that he could.

“You want me to be honest? No. I don't think she ever will. But only time will tell.”

A few days had passed and Jack had simply been moping around his condo in his feelings and trying to think of a way to get you to talk to him. He wanted to tell you about Taylor, but he didn't know where to start or even how to bring it up in a conversation. He always told you that he would never cheat on you and the thought had never crossed his mind even when you did file for divorce. He felt as if she wasn't actually being a good friend to you and actually driving the two of you apart even further. That was when he sent a text to her since his thought process was if you had actually heard it from her, then maybe just maybe you would talk to him.

Jack- Taylor, you need to tell her

Taylor- Hi to you too and what are you talking about?

Jack- Don’t play dumb

Taylor- Nothing happened so there's nothing to tell

Jack- But it would have if I didn't move and the fact that you even thought it was okay to do that is a problem in itself. She adores you, but you decided to try and kiss her husband

Taylor- And you're the one who would come to me all times of the night and talking shit about what she had done looking for sympathy. Does she know that?

Jack- I needed someone to listen! I would NEVER cheat on my wife. She's my first love.

Taylor- Ex-wife, remember?

Jack- Either you tell her or I will

Taylor- You honestly think that she's going to believe you?

Jack- Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be

Taylor- Oh how the tables have turned. I recall you REJOICING when she brought up divorce but now you're begging her to take you back?

Jack- Because that's what I thought I wanted, but I don't anymore. I want my wife and my kids. And what the hell was up with you telling her to file for full custody?

Taylor- I was just giving her options. That's all.

Jack- Sounded like you were trying to drive a deeper wedge between us.

Taylor- Think what you want, but my intentions were never to hurt either of you. I'll be honest and I'll tell her knowing that she's never going to forgive me

Jack- Well your ass should have thought about that. She's been nothing but good to you.

Taylor- And I can say the exact same thing to you

Jack- Look just tell me when you talk to her

Jack then threw his phone on the couch beside him and let out a sigh. He had no idea if Taylor was actually going to go through with It, but if she didn't he would have no choice but to tell you himself. He knew that you had another doctor's appointment in about two weeks and was hoping that you would at least talk to him before that. He looked at his phone again before grabbing it and sending you a text.

Jack- Baby, I just want to talk. Please.

He saw where you had read the text and nothing more came after that.

Meanwhile, you were at home when you decided to make peach cobbler cheesecake since you had been bored out of your mind. Ever since the song came out and you kicked Jack out of the house, you had been keeping to yourself and staying inside with Urban, your parents, Jack's parents, Clay, Dani, and your best friends checking on you.

Even your so-called best friend Taylor

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something was off with her and she had been acting differently ever since you told her that you wanted to divorce Jack. She didn't really say that she supported you, but didn't exactly say that she didn't either.

But in your heart of hearts, you knew that something happened between them but you just didn't know what.

You wanted to believe Jack, you truly did, but you just didn't know.

There was movement detected on your ring camera and you looked to see that it was Neelam and quickly rolled your eyes. You already knew that she wasn't here to check on you and probably only showed up for her own benefit and anything concerning Jack.

Unblocking her number quickly from your phone, you sent a quick text.

Because ever since the song came out, everyone associated with Jack got blocked. Including everyone in PG except Urban.

You- Please leave immediately

Neelam- Y/N, I just want to talk

You- Yeah, you and everyone else. You don't like me, remember? And you were glad that in your words, ‘Jack got rid of her’

Neelam- Not my best moment, but I wanted to apologize

You- Let me guess. Apologize for your own benefit. In other words, Jack has been in his feelings and not wanting to work and you need me to talk to him so that he does.

Neelam- Well…

You- No one gives a flying fuck about me despite everything that I have done for them. And not ONE PERSON has asked me if I'm okay except Urban. I am not talking to him and I'm not talking to you so fuck off and get the hell away from my house.

Neelam- Y/N, I really am sorry

You- You can shove that apology up your ass

Blocking her number again, you put your phone faced down as you continued to make the cheesecake. You figured that Urban would probably help you eat it since you weren't talking to 2fo. Once the cheesecake was put into the freezer to harden, you picked your phone up once again to send Jack a text.

You- Tell Neelam to fuck all the way off and leave me alone

It took a matter of three seconds to get a response from him.

Jack- Wait, what happened?

You- Ask her

Jack threw his head back in frustration as he quickly dialed her number.

“Hello?”

“What did you do to my wife?”

“Your ex-wife and I went to see her.”

“For what? You don't like her and you've always made that clear. Even though she hasn't done a damn thing to you.”

“I…. Because even though there may be some truth to that, you were at your best when you were with her. And I wanted to see if she was okay after everything that happened, honestly. Because I see how you were after it and she told you not to come back home so….. I actually went to see her to try to convince her to talk to you. But, she wasn't having it and I get it. I was just trying to help.”

“Well don't. I've already made a big enough mess and I don't need anyone else making it worse. You should have known better, now she REALLY isn't going to want to talk to me.”

“Don't get mad at me for something that you did. No one held a gun to your head and made you release the song. And are you coming to the studio?”

“Bye Neelam.”

Jack hung up without another word and attempted to call you, but of course it went straight to voice-mail.

Wanting to take your mind off of everything that was going on around you, Urban came up with the idea of you having a maternity shoot. He was trying to get you out of the house to do it, but you steadily declined. The only time that you ever left was for your doctor’s appointments and was trying to keep your stress level non-existent.

“Y/N, getting some fresh air would do you some good.” Urban pleaded with you, but of course you shook your head no.

“No. I’m fine being in here. Hardly anyone knows about the pregnancy and I want to keep it that way until I decide to announce it.”

“But you literally don’t leave the house unless you absolutely have to.”

“What am I leaving the house for? I have food and my streaming accounts and my studio downstairs. There is literally no reason for me to leave.”

“Being by yourself all the time cannot be a good thing.”

“I don’t really have any friends anymore as far as I’m concerned. When I have them, they are going to be my primary focus. I might not even make music again. I’ll write and produce, but that might be it.”

“But you love performing, so that doesn’t sound right.”

All you did was shrug in response.

“And I love my ex-husband and look how that turned out.”

“I… wait…. As in present tense?” Urban asked while raising his eyebrows at you.

“Urban, don’t be stupid. Of course I still love him. Besides, he’s the father of these three.”

“Then can we just forgive and move on? You know he didn’t cheat on you with Taylor or with anyone else.”

“Because it’s not that simple. Time and time again he has thrown me under the bus so to speak so if he wants me to forgive him, he needs to work for it. But they both act weird when I mention the other person so something definitely did happen between them and no one wants to say anything, but one way or another I’m going to find out.”

“One thing at a time. Let’s get this shoot done first.”

“And I have the perfect outfit to wear for it.”

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y/ninsta: it's you and me until the end of time. All three of you 💕

photo cred: godfather urbanwyatt 😘

jackharlow: 💖 saweetie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALL THREE OF YOU?!?! jackharlowsource: oh shit and she's pregnant on top of everything else happening urbandjack25: oh my damn allthingsy/n: MUVA!!!!! danivalentine: cannot wait until they get here! taylorrooks: my best friend is prettier than yours and is going to be one amazing mother! 2forwoyne: oh shloob_: I feel like I was the last to know about this quiiso: congratulations first lady yungskylark: jackharlow ummm???? jackharlowsource: sooo he wrote that song knowing that he got her pregnant? WITH TRIPLETS? normani: AHHHHHHH SO EXCITED FOR YOU claybornharlow: one is named after me right? urbanwyatt: thank you for allowing me to do this for you 🥰 y/ninsta: urbanwyatt only the best for me and my babies

After you had basically broken the internet with your pregnancy announcement, you felt as if you were suffocating and that the walls were closing in on you. That was when you decided to go to your beach house in Miami for a small getaway and you were going by yourself. You and Jack still really weren’t on speaking terms and the most interaction that you two would have would be at your doctor’s appointments. You knew that he had been annoyed with you because of you posting the announcement, but you could tell that he didn’t dwell on it because he knew that it would be another thing to be pissed with him about.

The amount of messages flooding in from everyone wanting to apologize for how they treated you were steadily being ignored and you would answer them whenever you felt like it. Because as far as you were concerned, they thought that you were making a big deal about how Jack had been treating you and that any other girl would have been lucky to be in your place. However, one thing that you didn’t tolerate was disrespect and they were simply going to have to learn the hard way. They made their bed and now they have to lie in it.

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y/ninsta: Didn’t know how much I needed this little vacay. Countdown until extraction date is on 😂

jackharlow: can't wait for that allthingsy/n: sooo are yall back together or? danivalentine: you are literally glowing jackandy/naremyparents: I would have kicked his ass for what he did

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It was now around eight in the morning when your phone suddenly went off and you looked down to see that it was Taylor.

Taylor- Hey, I’m in Miami doing coverage for the game tonight. Do you want to grab lunch so we can catch up?

You- Sure, what time?

Taylor- In an hour? Does that give you enough time?

You- Yes, just send me the address

That was when you decided that you were determined to get answers out of Taylor, no matter how much of a fight she put up. You needed to know what happened and you needed to know now because you were tired of this hanging over your head.

There the two of you were with Taylor sipping on a mimosa, when you just had straight orange juice and was looking over the menu. She had been eyeing you since the two of you sat down and you could tell that she wanted to say something.

“Taylor, would you just spit it out already? I know that there is something that you have to tell me, so why are you stalling? Just get it over with.”

“I… did he tell you?”

“Did who tell me what?” You asked as you looked at her confused and sat the menu down on the table.

“Did Jack tell you?”

“Taylor, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. The two of us aren’t really on speaking terms right now.”

“Oh.”

“Well, are you going to tell me?” You asked and she began to play with her bracelet that was on her left wrist.

“I…. never meant to hurt you. You have to understand that. It was just, Jack was coming to me and telling me how he was literally waiting for you to divorce him and then two days later came to me a crying, snotting mess and asking me if I could help him in getting you to change your mind. He would talk shit about everything that you did that he didn’t like and me being me trying to comfort him...”

“What the fuck did you do?” You whispered to her so that the people around you wouldn’t be able to hear.

“I tried to kiss him, but he immediately pushed me away from him. So I wasn’t lying and neither was he. He didn’t cheat on you. I’m sorry that I broke your trust. I don’t know what came over me to do that, but what’s done is done and I can’t take it back no matter how much I want to. Jack wanted to tell you, but he didn’t think that you would believe him.”

You simply sat there and stared at her. It was already common knowledge from his conversation with Urban that he didn’t cheat on you, and he had no idea that you had been listening, but the fact that your so-called best friend made a move on him instantly made you get a sour taste in your mouth.

“Y/N? Please say something.”

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k-slla · 3 months

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Before you continue to reading I'm letting you know that in here is a major spoiler for Spn se15.ep20 - you've been warned 🥲

Warnings: all angst this one, show level violence, death

WC: 2,222

I am sorry, but kind of I am not- I've cried a lot writing this and I hope that you will too..🤍

All mistakes are mine!

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You sat at the library table, staring at the working voice recorder placed on the table in front of you. You didn’t even know what pushed you to do these recordings. Maybe you wished, deep in your heart, that somehow some version of Dean from an alternate universe would find them. All that sorrow, grief and pain that you went through from losing a soulmate of your world, should probably have some effect on them, too, right? He wouldn’t be the Dean you’re talking about right now, but he’d know that in some other timeline he was loved, he’s gone and you’re missing him, a lot. You wanted to hope so at least.

Maybe it was just to get those feelings out that were burning your insides like acid. Even if it was the same story told by you every day. Maybe it was just your way to deal with losing him.

Well, whatever the reason was, you had no one you needed to explain yourself to.

Some days it was just maddening, being all alone in the Bunker. Sam had left a long time ago. He didn't forget Dean, but he definitely moved on. You stayed put, you couldn't take the needed step to move out or to try move on. All connections with Jody and Donna and even Claire slowly died off and there was no one left for you to go to other than the recorder now waiting for you to speak your mind. Perhaps that was just your fate. Who could change that?

“Hey, Dean, it’s me. Today is..” you sucked in a quick breath. “Today marks the full year that you’ve been gone now.” You continued quietly. November 19th. You couldn’t believe that it’s already been a year without him. “Each day getting closer to today, it has gotten harder for me to climb out of bed in the morning. Every morning when I awoke, I looked beside me in bed and you weren’t there. You haven't been there for a year and I miss you, Dean. I miss you so much.” You thought you had already shed all your tears, but no - they still kept pouring every morning, day and night.

“And I miss Sam, too. I know that I’ve probably said it a million times before, but…Well, Sam moved out of the Bunker not long after we gave you..” Following words scraped your throat like thorns. “..the burial. And I completely understand that. He didn’t want to stay here anymore. I can’t blame him. I couldn’t leave and now it’s just lonely here. He begged that I’d let him take Miracle with him. I know how much you loved that pup. I miss him, too. But believe it or not, Sam left me the Baby for now. I did tell him that this was your legacy, your father's legacy and he agreed that when the day comes, Baby would be left to his eldest.” You smiled through tears that were silently running down your cheeks, thinking of Sam someday having kids.

Something that Dean never got to enjoy for his own. Talking about everything over and over again eased you in some way. Even if it was for the day.

“I still have a hard time thinking about that night. Nightmares even. That was supposed to be your last hunt. We were almost out. And…And it was your last hunt.”

You and Dean did have dreams. Big dreams for your future without Chuck, monsters and hunting. You never told anyone, but you and Dean were very close to trying to start a family.

You definitely had hoped for a little Mini-Dean. Both of you were so excited, when you had all your late night pillow talks about family and kids, thinking about names even. He would've been an amazing father, you were absolutely certain of that.

“What am I supposed to do now?” Your voice broke. You figured that if it wasn't for you talking to this recorder on a daily basis, you'd probably go mute. You and Sam texted, very infrequently, once a month or so. He gave a promise to Dean, to look out for you, but it wasn't his fault that you were the one drawing back from him. Even with a text a month, you still felt like you were hanging over him like some shadow from his past, clawed to his back, keeping him from moving on. And you didn't want that, so you’d rather not speak at all.

“What am I supposed to do?” You repeated with a whisper. You still hunted sometimes, if you had the energy for that or if it happened to be close to you. But it was a rare sight. You did some odd jobs, just to have some money for food to keep you going. But you didn't need much. Meal a day was enough to sustain you after all the hard work of sitting at the library or sleeping.

Honestly you felt like you were fading away staying in the Bunker. But also there was nowhere for you to go.

“We were so close. So close, Dean, to get to our dream…and still…” You couldn't stop the tears that were now free falling. Memories of that night forced themselves into your consciousness.

A simple routine vampire hunt. You had to admit, you were a little bit nervous, but still, there were the three of you together, so you knew the chances of anything happening were slim. But there were more vamps than you all had expected and it turned out to be a struggle. You were all battling for your lives there. Everything happened so quickly. One second Dean was fighting with one of them, the next moment he was across the room, pinned against the post.

Sam quickly took care of the vamp who had attacked Dean, while you fought with one on your own. Sam came to help you out, and when you took a look around, you saw all the headless bodies laying around. Neither of you didn't even realize at first that Dean hadn't moved after the attack, not before he called out to you. “ Y/N, I- I can't..”

Sam reacted first and ran to him. “Hey! Hey, hey, don't move, Dean. We'll get help for you. It'll be okay.” Dean took a few quick breaths in. “No, Sammy. It's…I think it's pierced.. right through.” He looked at his stomach and your eyes followed, and you saw a tip of a metal spike coming through.

“Dean! No, no, no…please no! Sammy, help him!” You yelled hoarsely, while your hands traveled all over Dean's body, trying to find the best way to get him off there.

“No, Y/N, sweetie. No.” Dean remained calm when he looked at you. “You can't move me. I'm sorry. I don't think I have long left…” He spoke quietly, a few tears running down his cheeks. You stood in front of him, barely able to stay up as he brought up his hand to your cheek.

“I love both of you. So much.” His eyes shifted between you and Sam. “Please..Y/N, can I - can I talk with Sam for a second?” You nodded and shut your eyes tightly, fighting tears. “Of course, honey.” You let go of him and walked a little bit further to give them a moment.

You sat down on the ground and looked at the brothers, who were now saying their goodbyes to each other. This wasn't how the hunt was supposed to end. This wasn't how everything was supposed to end. It was too soon. Just a simple vampire hunt had turned so quickly into this nightmare.

With his last strength Dean was holding onto Sam's shirt. “You’ll have to look out for her, Sammy. For me. She'll need you out there..” You heard Dean say quietly. “And-” Dean's voice had started to quiver. “I love you so much, my baby brother. I-I need you to tell me…” he took a deep breath to steady his voice and looked Sam straight in the eyes. “I need you to tell me that it's okay. I need to hear that from you, Sammy.” Both of them had tears silently streaming down their faces. “I’ll look after her, Dean. I promise..” You knew how much it hurt for Sam to say the following. “And it's okay, Dean..It will be okay.” he tried to smile through his tears.

You saw how Dean looked at Sam. His baby brother, he’d taken care of almost all their lives. They've had all their fights over the years, differences on what's right or wrong, or how to save the world, but ultimately all that what was now left there, was love. The same, unconditional love that they've had for each other from day one.

Dean let go of Sam and looked at you on the ground. You knew what was coming and you were not ready for that. “Y/N, please..come here..” he was out of breath just a little. “Dean, no..” you were bawling and protesting against saying goodbye to him even though you still dragged yourself up and to him.

“I'll be outside for just a second.” Sam moved a few steps back, to give you two a moment alone. You held onto Dean's shirt, keeping yourself from collapsing. You were shaking all over your body from the shock. Even now, standing face to face with him, you couldn’t look Dean in the eyes. “Baby, please look at me.” You shook your head and sobbed loudly, fingers clinging tighter onto his shirt. “I can’t, Dean!”

Dean reached for your cheek, holding it softly and whispering. “I need you to…I need to see you..” You took a shuddering breath and finally gathered strength to look at him. You didn’t want to think of what’s going to happen tomorrow. All you could do for now, was to cherish the time you had with him. Even if it ends way too soon, you had to be happy with the time you had together. Not every hunter is as lucky as you and Dean were. You had to take everything from that moment that you had to say goodbye to Dean.

For a little while, both of you stared at each other without saying a word. In his eyes you saw acceptance of what’s to come. He had already made peace with his fate. Now there was only left for you to do the same.

“You are beautiful, Y/N.” he smiled weakly. “I’m sorry..for leaving you, but I know you..” He closed his eyes for a second to take a deep breath to keep going. “I know you’ll be alright, but baby, you have to stop hunting..please promise me, Y/N, that you’ll get out.”

“Dean, I can’t…not alone..”

“Yes, you can.” His hand faintly squeezed yours that was still locked in his shirt.

You moved closer to Dean to rest your forehead against his. “Well...I don’t want to.” you sniffled.

“You have to, sweetheart…Tell me..it’s okay..you have to tell me it’s okay..for me to go.” he spoke fast but the words were quietly fading on his lips. This was it.

You turned your head towards the door. “Sammy!” Turning back to Dean, you kissed him for the last time. “It’s okay, Dean, you can..you can let go..I love you.” Very faint smile appeared on Dean’s face as he saw Sam beside you again.

“No bringing me back this time, Sam.” He wheezed out. “We’ll see each other again soon enough.” You rested your head on his shoulder and felt his whole body slowly starting to relax. Dean leaned into you and with his final breath, he quietly whispered into your ear. “I love you, Y/N.”

From the corner of your eye you saw Sam break down on the floor. He sat there for a minute while you still held onto Dean. A moment later, Sam got up and pulled you into his strong embrace when you were still struggling to breathe. “We- we got work to do.” You sniffled and let go of Sam, sudden numbness taking over you.

You didn't know how long you were sitting there, thinking about his last moments. You had no idea what time it was. Day or night, it started to feel all the same to you.

Your brain had blocked out mostly everything after the goodbye. You knew you helped Sam with Dean and the pyre, but there were no emotions there. You were numb. Your moves were robotic. Both you and Sam stood by Dean as long as the fire was out. He wanted to get you away from that but you refused to leave. All you could think of while you were standing there, was that there was no one, nor will there be anyone you'll love more than Dean.

“I love you, Dean. I'll speak to you tomorrow.” You whispered your last goodbye for the day before you turned off the recorder. Every day has become the same to you. You knew that one day you'll see him again and that was all that kept you going. Knowing that Dean was still waiting for you was all you needed to move forward.

Taglist: @jackles010378 @cevansbaby-dove @alternativeprincess94 @deanwinchestersgirl87 @il0vebeingdelulu

#dean winchester #dean winchester angst #supernatural #dean x y/n #spn #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #jensen ackles #jackles #angst

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decaffeinatedlovekitten-blog · 10 months

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Ice cream & Second Chances

i wrote this on a whim lmk if u like it idk if this is any good but im bored (also any prompts or ideas are welcome!)

The streets here were the same, everything was nearly identical, but what could possibly be different here, than in his reality?

“Miguel O’Hara!”

In all of his years as Spiderman, Miguel never felt frozen in place as he did now. You were here. You weren’t supposed to see him.

“Miguel! I am so glad you are here, I was checking my schedule and realized that I can finally get drinks with everyone this weekend! Oh, I am so excited.” You exclaimed loudly walking his way, looking down at your phone trying to find something.

He stayed silent watching you the whole time not knowing how to approach you. This was a new universe. A different type of everything and even one wrong word can have him ostracized.

“I’m glad… I missed you.” he finally decided to respond.

You lifted your head and immediately looked at him. “Oh, Miguelito. Your eyes look like they’ve seen a lot recently. How long was I gone from you?”

He took the time to stare at you.

You started speaking through his pensive thinking, “I mean I know that trip in Italy took forever, but I didn’t think I would miss you so much that you’d get buffer and more devastatingly handsome.”

You said this and immediately started softly touching his face and gazed at his hair, shoulders, and outfit. “As a matter of fact, I don't think I have ever seen you wear this. Where’d you get it??”

Your own thoughts started to spiral, something was different about Migeul, he was never one to have much energy after work, and Gabriella, and here he is with the body of a Greek god.

He gently pried your eyes away holding them together in his own and stared down at you. “I��ve had some extra time on my hands” he lied.

“Really? Speaking of time, have you picked Gabriella yet? I know she's been dying for some ice cream after practice and I promised to be with her this time when it was over.” You rambled on talking about your recent trip, the people you met, the work, and even the architecture.

“Also, are you going to drive? Or did you want me to go pick her up and meet you at the ice cream parlor? I don't know if you’ve got any errands to run right now, but I do remember you mentioned you had something to do before we could meet up.

You turned to him and he smiled gently, “No, cariño. I think my schedule cleared up today.”

You gazed back at him feebly, “Miguel... Don't make this harder on me. I know you didn’t want the baby and I know you didn’t feel the same way I did. I know I am humoring you, but don’t do that to me. You already let me down gently enough. Don’t give me hope.” You pried your hands away from his and moved away turning your back to him when your phone began to ring.

This reality genuinely can’t be. Gorgeous, lovely, beautiful you, the mother of his child, and his alternate self had rejected you? Sure, in his universe you were in his life for years now, and he had loved you but things never escalated. You never showed interest and his time as Spiderman and Alchemex’s best scientists ate most of the time anyway. If you had loved him here, how could he ever give this all up?

You turned back around once you were done with whoever was on the other line. Taking a deep breath in and out you said, “C’mon, I think we need some ice cream and time with our little bug.”

(lmk how it is this is probably the first time i have ever written anything publicly)

#miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse

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mykoreanlove · 2 months

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I want to live a different type of life - with you

Enter into an alternative universe with ya favorite maknae #leetaemin

„Baby, are you sure?“

You were holding his hand nervously while standing in front of the company building. You had talked about this moment a lot, yet you were more anxious than him. Taemin turned to face you while squeezing your hand softly.

„100 percent. I wanna do this“, he nodded sternly and walked inside, changing the course of his life forever.

Every morning you woke up from thousand wet kisses which were plastered carefully all over your face.

„Wakey Wakey, my Princess. Breakfast is served“, he whispered while giggling into your ear. You groaned dramatically, swinging your arms around his lean torso.

„The Princess is still tired though“, you mumbled softly. Taemin grinned and slid under the silk covers with you, cuddling for a little longer.

„In that case breakfast can wait.“

„Y/N!“

Taemin threw the sturdy textbook into the next corner and sighed in frustration. You came running, sensing his urgent tone which made you slightly nervous.

„What’s wrong?“

His pout was so adorable, you almost forgot that he was feeling blue.

„Your language is way too complicated. How am I supposed to learn all this?“

„Baby, you are supposed to have a hard time. That’s how studying works.“

He rolled his eyes at you, even more annoyed now.

„Do you want to go to the farmer’s market and test out your knowledge?“

He shook his head in disagreement.

„Do you want me to test you?“

He frowned in annoyance.

It took everything within you not to burst out into laughter, his annoyed pout was the sweetest thing you had ever seen. You walked up to him slowly, placing delicate kisses on the back of his neck - a gesture that always made him weak.

„Do you want to use the other language you’re fluent in?“, you whispered seductively. Taemin got up quickly and took your hand into his, guiding you into the bedroom while mumbling stubbornly.

„At least I’m a pro in body language.“

You discovered the town and the rural areas on your own as much as you could. Just the two of you. No matter where you went, Taemin didn’t let go of you.

„I want to hold your hand while we’re on the streets, baby. In secret and in public. I want to kiss you at the beach, y/nnie. In the morning and at night. I want to take a thousand pictures with my camera, of only you and me.“

He took another look at the scenery and smiled contentedly.

„Nobody gives a shit about me here and I love it. I feel like it’s only you and me. The sun and the ocean, the moon and the stars. Y/N and Taemin, true love meant to be.“

„Taemin?“

You had been searching for him for hours, yet he was nowhere to be found. Panic arose in you - what if something had happened to him?

„Taemin? Lee fucking Taemin?!“

You wandered around the area, asking strangers for help but nobody had seen the mysterious love of your life. At last, you found him in a secluded spot at the beach, overlooking the crashing waves. You were beyond furious but decided to swallow your anger for now, giving him a chance to explain yourself first. You sat down next to him and waited. Taemin didn’t turn to face you, but his pinky searched for yours, signaling that he was ready.

„I am sorry“, he said calmly.

„What happened?“

He took a deep breath before explaining himself.

„I love our life here, y/n. I do. But sometimes I get so anxious and start to overthink. Was moving here the right decision after all?“

You felt the tension rise in your gut, always having been afraid of this exact moment.

„Do you regret it?“, you whispered anxiously.

Taemin still looked at the ocean, avoiding your piercing gaze.

„No, I don’t regret it. I just… I don’t know who I am anymore. If I’m not an idol, then who am I?“

His voice broke at the last part, followed by him laughing nervously. He always overshadowed his insecurities by being goofy, diverting away from his emotional turmoil. Your anxiety vanished and got replaced by empathy. Empathy for this beautiful boy that was brave enough to leave his old life behind and embrace the unknown. You grabbed his arm and leaned on his shoulder, providing him with the stability he so desperately needed.

„Maybe it’s not about who you are but who you choose to become, Taem. Finally, you get to decide.“

„Y/Nnie, be honest. I gained weight, haven’t I?“

Taemin wiggled his skinny legs in front of you, concern on his beautiful facial features.

„Yeah, you have.“

His eyes widened in shock, fearing the worst - his automatic response.

„Fuck, I need to go on a diet again“, he mumbled disappointedly.

You thought of all the delicious food he had made for you and how happy he looked when he had accomplished a new dish. For once he forgot about his obsession with weight and lived just for him but you feared he would starve himself again. Quickly, you shot up from the couch and walked over to him.

„Don’t you dare! I love your body the way it is, baby.“

He looked at you suspiciously.

„How? I’m not super skinny anymore?“

„Exactly“, you agreed. „Finally, I don’t feel like fucking a skeleton anymore“, you teased as you squeezed his ass.

Most evenings you took a walk by the beach, chatting about your day and plans for the following week. Taemin lit up as brightly as the sun when he was able to communicate his thoughts in your native language, the one he had been studying relentlessly. He got even happier if he was able to interact with locals.

„A little kid came up to me this morning“, he boasted proudly.

„Oh really? Why?“

„He asked me why I looked so different. And then I told him about Korea, and he thought I was so cool. We even played soccer after that!“

Happiness was radiating from his every cell, he finally felt like making progress. Taemin spun you around and embraced you in his strong arms, beaming at you with the utmost love.

„Y/N, when we get kids someday I want them to grow up bilingual.“

You looked at him surprised; this was the first time he brought up building a family.

„Kids?“

He nodded sweetly.

„Yes. One mini-you and one mini-me.“

„Come on, work out with me“, he begged. Taemin was jumping up and down, way too happy about working out.

„Why? Whyyyyyyyy?“, you groaned annoyed. „Is it because I called you a skeleton? Is this payback, huh?“

Your boyfriend laughed out loud, guiding you to the racks with him.

„Fine“, he gave in. „Can you count my leaps then?“

He got down on the ground and laid on his back, starting with sit-ups.

„One.“

He got down and came back again.

„Two.“

Taemin repeated the same motion but you already forgot to count.

„Hey! Can you focus please? I really need you to count for me. That’s my only kind of motivation, baby.“

You raised your brow while smirking.

„Oh, motivation you say? I got you!“

Taemin laid down again and swiftly rose to his knees, looking at you expectedly. Instead of counting you kissed him quickly, which made him blush shyly. He repeated the same motion for endless rounds, grinning more and more with each kiss he stole from you.

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The end (for now)

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collapsedglasshouses · 4 months

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AN ANGEL FOR NOAH || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 11]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]

MASTERPOST

SUMMARY: Actions are followed by consequences... Noah and Jules will learn that the hard way.

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of death and mental health issues, swearing, more angst, have i mentioned angst?, angst

A/N: Oh my f-ing god, I can't do this anymore. In honor of the BMTH tour starting today, I thought updating this story was fitting. This is the second to last part of An Angel For Noah... I'm too cruel to my characters, what am I doing... I hope you like the new part. If so, consider reblogging it! Thank you! Also, this isn't fully proofread, i'm sorry :c (im not, my head was too full to notice any errors)

TAGLIST: @trvshdxddy @blackveilomens @crimson-calligraphyx @measuredingold @cncohshit @signs-of-ill-portent @hi-fancy-seeing-you-here @ada-clarence @wild-child-7747 @thebadchic @thescarlettvvitch @cookiesupplier

Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

When Jules awoke, the light burned in her eyes. She barely managed to keep them open. It was a severe contrast to the warmth of Noah’s embrace that she was able to feel for an entire night. It took her a couple of seconds to notice where she was. But when she did, the realization hit her like a brick wall. She knew what was about to come and immediately felt nauseous. She wanted to go back. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and find herself back in Noah’s arms.

As she sat there in the white nothingness, she felt like she was dying over and over again. This was the end. Jules felt a lot of different feelings. There was a heaviness in the air, and everything around her looked too clean and empty. She couldn't shake off the mix of emotions inside her.

She thought about the night she spent with Noah, and it made her feel sad and happy at the same time. Sad because she knew they weren't supposed to get close like that, and happy because those moments were special.

Thinking about what happened, she felt a bit sorry for breaking the rules. She wished she could go back and change things, but it was too late now.

Missing Noah hit her hard. She wanted to be close to him, share more laughs, and just be with him. Even the bad moments were now everything she craved as long as she could see him again. The memory of his touch stayed with her, and she wanted more of those stolen moments.

In the midst of all these emotions, there was a warmth inside her that was hard to explain. It was more than just doing her guardian job; it was a deep connection that went beyond the rules. Noah had become a big part of her story, sometimes even reminding her of her living self.

As she sat there, she knew their connection was special but also risky. It made her feel love for a human, guilt for breaking the rules, and a deep sadness for what might not happen.

While waiting for her punishment to arrive, she couldn't ignore the feeling Noah left in her. It was a mix of love, guilt, and loss—a strong and special connection that painted the white room with the colors of a love that went beyond what was supposed to happen.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and immediately knew who it was.

“Jules.” Keaton spoke softly “We need to talk.”

Jules sighed as Keaton walked around her and sat down in front of her. He was still calm, as usual, but his eyes, usually filled with gentle reassurance, held a weight that mirrored the weight on Jules' heart.

Jules nodded, her eyes brimming with uncertainty. She had a feeling what was about to happen.

Keaton’s presence, normally a very welcomed feeling for Jules, now felt bittersweet. It took him a second to find the right words. “I know this is hard.”

Jules just looked at him with a plain expression. She knew he wanted to comfort her, but she couldn’t quite believe he actually knew how hard this was.

“I hate to be the one to do this to you, but-…” Keaton began but Jules was quick to interrupt him: “But you’re still doing it, Keaton.”

Keaton blinked for a couple of seconds. She was testing his patience with that sentence. “You know, you can’t really blame me for the consequences you have to face now, sweetheart.”

She noticed his slightly angered undertone, but she was to numb to properly correct herself. She knew it wasn’t his fault, but she couldn’t face her own mistakes. She couldn’t face her own bad decisions.

“I didn’t think you would go this far, Jules.” Keaton than claimed, causing Jules to raise her eyebrows. “You knew what was going on?”

“Not really… But I had a feeling when we last saw each other.” He explained, his tone becoming calmer again. Jules just nodded, waiting for her punishment with pure anxiety creeping up her veins.

“I know you formed this deep connection with Noah, but I wouldn’t have guessed how deep it really got.” Keaton explained, while Jules swallowed hard. It had in fact got so deep, she craved him with every cell of her body, holding on to bit of life she felt when she was near him.

On the other hand, the weight of guilt settled on Jules’ shoulders. Everything was about to slip from her grip.

“Keaton…” She finally cried out and let her head fall into her hands. “I just can’t.”

“I know, Jules. But you have no other choice.” – “I… I can’t let him go, Keaton. I can’t pretend those feelings do not exist.”

Keaton sighed, his gaze softening, while he took Jules’ hands into his, revealing her red eyes. "I understand, Jules. Emotions are powerful, even for us. But we have a duty, a purpose. The connection you formed with Noah is extraordinary, but it has consequences. This cannot continue. As you may know, there are no guardian angels happily together with their persons."

“Did it ever happen?” – “Of course, it did. It happens all the time, but it always leads to the same things.”

Jules felt a lump forming in her throat. "What are the consequences?"

Keaton hesitated before explaining, “You have little to no options, but we can give you these… One, you cut all ties to Noah. You will never see him again, nor be his guardian angel.” Jules’ eyes widened as she listened to her former guardian angel.

“Or…” Keaton sighed, already having this gut feeling Jules would choose to make her existence a living hell, “You can continue to be his guardian angel… But with strict restrictions. You won’t be able to make yourself attach to the physical world ever again… You won’t be able to make yourself visible nor move anything. You can’t just jump in front of cars or whatever.”

“And?” Jules asked when she noticed Keaton hesitated to continue.

“Noah’s memories are going to be wiped in each case. He won’t be able to remember a single bit of what happened between you two. He won’t remember anything.”

Jules felt a surge of panic at the ultimatum. The prospect of losing Noah was unbearable, yet the alternative was equally painful.

"I can't lose him," she pleaded, her eyes pleading for an alternative.

Keaton's expression saddened, and he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I understand, Jules. I truly do. Take your time making your decision… You're allowed one last meeting with him. Make it count."

Gratitude and desperation filled Jules' eyes. "Thank you."

With that, Keaton stood up from his place and walked away, leaving Jules alone with her emotions. Jules couldn’t shake the heaviness in her heart. A profound sense of sadness and brokenness washing over her. The weight of the consequences for breaking the rules weighed heavily on her shoulders, casting a shadow over the warmth she had felt with Noah. Keaton's comforting words didn't fully erase the ache in her heart.

The realization that their connection had to end, or at least be severely restricted, left her feeling a deep sense of loss. The warmth and happiness she had experienced with Noah now seemed like distant memories, clouded by the unchangeable future.

Her heart ached with the knowledge that she couldn't be with him the way she wanted. The thought of not being able to see him, share moments, or guide him as freely was like a painful knot in her chest. The love that had blossomed within her felt like it was slipping away, leaving a void that echoed with the sadness of an inevitable goodbye.

Despite Keaton's comforting presence still lingering on her, Jules couldn't shake off the feeling of being broken. The once vibrant connection between her and Noah was now at risk of being severed, and the prospect of living with the consequences of their actions haunted her. She felt a deep sorrow, not just for herself but also for Noah, who would lose the memories of their time together.

In the white room, surrounded by the aftermath of their choices, Jules couldn't escape the overwhelming sadness that settled over her, like a storm cloud ready to unleash its tears. And then she made her decision…

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Noah's room, eventually woke him up. With his eyes still closed, he reached to his left side but was met with emptiness.

His eyes immediately shot to his side where Jules had been laying the whole night. She was gone. He wasn’t surprised. He knew this was coming but he tricked himself into thinking it wouldn’t happen so soon.

For a moment, he laid there, grappling with the absence.

He couldn’t just let this go. He needed to see something to do so. So, when Noah stood up from his bed, he had a clear plan in mind.

The next couple of hours where filled with research. He hadn’t even had clear key words to search. All he knew was her first name and where it happened. Jules and New York City.

Noah was determined to find the answers he was looking for. He needed to know where her body was. He needed to see her grave to close this chapter.

He sifted through articles until he stumbled upon the one detailing the tragic incident that had taken her life. The life of his Jules. The weight on his chest intensified as he read about the accident, the pain evident in the words of the article.

Unable to contain the swirl of emotions, Noah ran a hand over his face. This became realer and realer with each passing second. She was dead, he was very much alive.

Suddenly, there was a knock on Noah’s door, causing him to flinch slightly. Quickly, he tried to close his tabs as he answered.

Nicholas entered his room and saw how Noah closed the last tab.

"Did I interrupt your private time or what is going on?" Nick joked while Noah noticed his own weird behavior.

"Uh… Believe me… It would be easier to explain if I said yes, so… Yes." He weakly smiled at his best friend.

Nick on the other hand just blinked. "I just wanted to ask if I should bring you a coffee."

Noah looked as his best friend for a second, trying to read him. He had known him for years. And right now he realized how much he had stressed him over the last couple of weeks. Nick had no idea what was going on, he was worried to his core about Noah. He knew Noah wasn’t doing well lately but he had never acted so sporadic as he did at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Nick." Noah exclaimed without answering his best friend's question.

Nick's eyebrows rose for a second, surprised at Noah’s statement. "For what?"

"For dragging you into something you weren’t supposed to be part of." Noah explained. Nick sighed and closed the door behind him, before sitting down on Noah's bed for a second.

“You know… The last couple of weeks kinda scared me, Noah.” Nick confessed to him with a worried expression.

Noah looked to the floor and started to think. Guilt began to creep up his veins. He knew, he could be difficult to handle but the last couple of weeks had been slightly too rough, even for him. He had been acting so out of character. All he wanted to do right now was telling Nick the truth, but he knew that it would make him sound even more insane than he already looked like. So, he said nothing…

Nick, in the meantime, tried to make Noah look at him. He knew something was going on in Noah’s head that he just didn’t want to tell and as much as Nick wanted to know what was going on, he didn’t try to ask.

“Can I do anything to help you?” Nick still asked his best friend, who seemed to be lost in his thoughts.

Noah swallowed hard. He had something he dearly wanted to do, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask is friend for such a weird request. It took him a minute to sort his thoughts. He knew, he needed to get closure as soon as possible, but was worried Nick would snap if he continued to be this way.

“I actually have a request.” Noah quietly breathed out, causing Nick to lean forward.

“I wanna go to New York City.” Noah than said. Nick blinked for a couple of seconds.

“Are you serious?” Nick asked, his eyes slightly widened, not knowing how to process Noah’s request.

“Dead serious.” – “You know, its like… On the other side of the country and we’ve just played their like… a month ago.”

Noah nodded.

For a second, Nick just looked at Noah. He didn’t even know what to expect anymore. Feeling the urge to rise from his seat and leave, he wanted to distance himself from the situation. However, a subtle tone in Noah's request managed to get through, planting a seed of responsibility within Nick. He knew he had to reconsider and acknowledge the significance that this matter held for Noah.

“Okay.” Nick exclaimed.

“Okay?” – “Yeah… Let’s look for the flights… Just the two of us.”

There was a subtle hope in Nick's heart that Noah's sudden desire to do something meant a positive change. He decided in that moment, if Noah wasn’t going to get better, he would take matters in his own hands. He needed to get Noah back.

For now, he just wanted to spend time with him, getting to know the situation that was going on better, even without Noah telling him.

They didn’t know exactly how they managed to do it but about ten hours later the two found themselves in the middle of New York City. It had been stressful and they had had little to no time to pack things, but right now they stood in their hotel room, both with a filled backpack and no clear plan in mind where to go.

At least, Nick didn’t know where to go.

“And now?” The bassist asked his best friend, who looked from left to right to find a good way to start their journey. It was already getting dark.

“Maybe… We can search for a restaurant after getting settled into our hotel room?” Noah requested, sounding as aimless as his best friend.

The small New York City restaurant they found themselves in, about an hour later, gave off a cozy ambiance. The lights were slightly dimmed, there were a lot of plants and a rustical brick wall with a lot of band pictures on it. The ambience was rounded off by the soft sound of 80s rock music. Noah and Nick sat across from each other at a corner table, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow on the wooden surface.

For at least fifteen minutes, both of the boys just straight up stared at the menu. Noah was sure if another five minutes would pass without a dialogue, he would be able to memorize the dishes fully. They would be able to hire him at this point.

So, Noah decided to change that.

“You remember the last time we ate here?” He asked his best friend, whose eyebrows rose at his question. Nick wasn’t sure why Noah began to small talk with him. He knew Noah hated small talk more than anything.

“Sure… It’s been a year or two.” Nick quietly answered, before putting down the menu card. Noah followed his example and swallowed hard. The boys stared at each other for a second, before they silently agreed to just forget about the weird situation for a second. They both needed an evening of normality before the chaos would start again.

So, as they chose from the menu, they started sharing light banter about their favorite foods and recalling memories from past visits to New York. There was a fleeting sense that everything was returning to normal—the friendship, the shared laughter, the simple joy of enjoying a meal together.

Soon, the waiter approached, and they placed their orders. A basket of warm, crusty bread was set before them, accompanied by a trio of flavored butters. The clinking of porcelain and glasses blended seamlessly with the music in the background.

But the later it got, the less Nick could ignore the fact that they were in a city, on the other side of the country, for no apparent reason. In the midst of this apparent normalcy, Nick looked across the table at Noah, concern etched in his features. He could sense that something weighed heavily on his friend's mind. The subtle shift in the air hinted at the unspoken tension.

"So, Noah," Nick began, his tone gentle yet firm, "what's really going on with you lately?"

Noah's eyes momentarily flickered, caught off guard by the directness of his best friend’s question. He hesitated, his fork pausing mid-air above the salad. The comfortable illusion of normalcy shattered, revealing the underlying tension of unresolved emotions.

The restaurant seemed to hush for a moment, as if holding its breath, awaiting Noah's response. The ambient noise dimmed, leaving only the distant hum of the city beyond the window. Noah almost started to panic. He just couldn’t tell Nick. As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t.

Nick's gaze remained steady, filled with genuine concern and a readiness to listen. The question lingered, inviting Noah to share the burden he carried.

“Nick… I can’t.” He breathed out, noticing how he wasn’t hungry anymore. For the last two hours he had just let go of his concerns, but now he was thrown right back into the chaos that was his life at the moment.

Nick held his gaze, hoping he would change his mind, but when he realized Noah was more silent than ever, he began to nod. “Okay.”

“It’s not like I don’t want to tell you… But so many things happened over the last weeks. I got to know so much about me. I need to get through this alone, Nick.”

“I hope you know, I’m here for you. Always, Noah.” – “Always.”

The next morning, Noah woke up at 6:17 am. He just couldn’t sleep anymore. Rolling from one side to the other. His thoughts were racing. He needed to get this done. He couldn’t wait any longer. So, not even an hour later, Noah quietly stood up, went to the bathroom and changed into his jeans and a simple black sweater, trying not to wake Nick. He didn’t need him to know where he was going.

But his plan failed, when he came out of the bathroom again.

“Where are you going?” Nick asked Noah, his eyes still laced with sleep.

Noah’s heart began to race. He didn’t really know what to say to his best friend, so he simply tried a random excuse. “I wanna go for a walk.”

Nick's eyebrow twitched upwards. He didn't believe him. “Where are you really going?”

Noah sighed. He didn’t answer, just staring at the floor.

“I’ll come with you.” – “No!”

Nick flinched at Noah’s tone. It got more and more confusing with each passing second. Noah looked broken, only a shell of what he used to be. Nick knew something was destroying him internally, so he wouldn't let go of this.

“I’ll can wait in the distance, but I’m not letting you go alone, Noah.” Nick answered his best friend, while slipping out of the bed to get dressed. Noah pressed his fingernails into his hands with such a force, he was scared he would bleed. He was starting to panic. He didn’t want Nick to worry anymore but in fact everything he was saying, caused Nick to be concerned even more.

“Why won’t you just let me go alone?” Noah asked carefully, a slight stutter in his voice. He sounded nothing like himself anymore. All he could think about was his mission to convince his mind that he couldn’t have Jules.

Nick stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Noah. It took him everything to not shout at Noah. He was getting frustrated. Noah had never acted like this. He knew he got worse. Noah had told him what made him go back into therapy, even though he left out the detail about Jules.

“I’m scared you will hurt yourself.” Nick almost whispered and blinked away the tears that started to form in his eyes.

Noah finally looked at his best friend with guilt. He wished he could tell Nick, but he knew he wouldn’t have believed him. So, he stayed quiet.

“Okay.” Noah whispered out “You can go with me, but you have to wait.”

Nick nodded, not really sure what he was agreeing to. But soon they had packed their stuff and took off.

They took a cab to a more remote area. Nick had no idea where they were and couldn't remember ever having been in this area of New York. After exiting the car, Noah walked with determination while Nick just trotted behind him, confusion in his eyes.

Soon they reached an area surrounded by a wall. Nick quickly realized it was a graveyard. Even though he was even more confused, he kept quiet while Noah handed him his backpack with the request to wait for him at that exact spot. Nick nodded and gave Noah a last confused but reassuring look before his best friend took off.

The graveyard had an eerie calmness, with the rustling leaves and the distant sounds of traffic being the only disruptions to the silence. The air was heavy with a mix of sorrow and nostalgia. As Noah entered the quiet space, the atmosphere changed, and Noah could feel the weight of memories settling on his shoulders.

His steps echoed softly on the gravel path. The gravestones stood like silent monuments, bearing countless untold stories of the people buried there. Goosebumps formed on Noah's skin as he walked among the rows. Graveyards always made him uneasy; they were a stark reminder of the fragility of life.

As Noah ventured deeper into the graveyard, the air seemed to thicken with an invisible heaviness.

The gravestones varied in size and design, telling stories of different lives. Noah's gaze shifted, and then, in a clearing, he saw it – a fresh grave adorned with vibrant flowers. The colors contrasted sharply against the muted tones of the graveyard. It looked so new, and reality hit him like a wave.

Jules. It was her grave.

Noah felt a knot tighten in his chest. He had buried too many people in his short life, but this was different. This was someone he hadn’t known in her lifetime, but someone he had connected with in ways he couldn't explain. When he got closer, he saw her full name, her birthday and the day she died. There even was a photo of her, leaning against the gravestone. The realization that Jules had left this world not even a year ago hit him with a profound sadness. She had simply slipped from his fingers.

He stood there, silent, taking in the scene. The brightness of the flowers seemed to mock the sadness radiating of the grave. Noah's mind swirled with conflicting emotions, and he couldn't shake the heaviness that settled over him. This was a painful reminder that Jules, his mysterious guardian angel, was not just a figment of his imagination but a person who had lived, loved, and left way to soon.

A profound sense of loss settled over him. It wasn't just about the person he had known briefly; it was about the life that had ended, the dreams that had ceased to unfold. He felt an ache in his chest, a pain that echoed with the weight of missed opportunities and the cruel randomness of fate. In this exact moment he realized something really important. He didn’t want to die. There was so much to live for. There was still so much to do for him.

As his tears started streaming down his face, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. Without turning he instantly recognized the soft touch on his shoulder.

“Jules.”

“Noah, we need to talk.”

LAST PART

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rd0265667 · 11 months

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Chaewon x Reader: In every universe

Sequel to The Girl who I once loved(technically, you'll see) Earth 320 Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

We've seen this before, stories in a singular universe, of love, of strife and of loss. But never before, has there been a story so constant in every single universe. And this one. This one breaks my heart.

"Where are we?" You asked in confusion, looking around in the white void as Chaewon cowered behind you

A humanoid looking being emerged, looking down upon you and Chaewon. "Greetings, Y/N. Chaewon. I am Xin. The Watcher. I am the spectator of the Multiverse, and not supposed to interfere with the course of events."

Looking up skeptically, you questioned, "Multiverse? Like in the movies?"

With a wave of a hand, a crack appeared, a crack into another universe

"Earth Prime, the universe you're familiar with, where Kim Chaewon is a former member of Iz*one and current leader of Le Sserafim, and Y/N is the producer and caregiver for Le Sserafim. Earth Prime is the designation of your Earth."

Looking up at the celestial being before you, you held Chaewon's hand in yours, nervously looking around.

"Why did you bring us here, Xin? If you don't interfere, why are we here?" You asked, Chaewon's hand shivering as you covered it with your own.

"I'm here to try and spare you pain."

Turning around, Xin waved a hand, another crack appearing. "Behold. Earth 398."

Earth 398

The Princess Kim Chaewon waited in her palace nervously. Outside her palace, she heard rumblings and screams, her hands clammy. Elsewhere, in the King's palace, he was getting ready to command his army, but not before talking to you. "Y/N. I know of your relations with my daughter, no matter your efforts to hide it for the last 2 years, so I entrust her safety to you. Bring her some place safe to hide out till this war is over. Her safety is in your hands now." The king decreed, as you bowed, bolting to the armoury. Now armed with your sword, as well as a bow and arrows, you ran to your girlfriend's room. "Y/N? What's going on?" Chaewon asked, looking at you as you rushed to pack her belongings. "Your father has tasked me with bringing you away from the palace to keep you safe. Let's go!" You informed her, as you grabbed her by the arm, running to the back of the palace, getting on your horse before riding

The two of you had managed to leave the castle without much problems. The king had prepared safe houses away from the palace, which is where the two of you ran to. When there, you let Chaewon rest, trying to keep watch to ensure no enemies were coming, and hoping there would be any soldiers from your kingdom, coming to inform you of the invader's defeat. The coast stayed clear for 2 days, then suddenly, you saw around 200 soldiers marching towards the safe house. Panicked, you ran to Chaewon, waking her up. "Chae, wake up! Listen, the enemies are here. Leave through the tunnels, and I'll stall as long as I can for you to escape. I'll see you at the other end alright!" You said, as Chaewon still blurry from her sleep, jolted up, nodding worriedly, throwing you into an embrace, sharing a kiss with you, before running. Taking a deep sigh, you armed yourself. You were a great combatant. That's how you were promoted to Chaewon's personal bodyguard. But no matter how skilled you were, you couldn't take them all. After a hard fight, you fell to the ground, your quiver empty, sword broken, arm bloodied. Forced into a kneeling position, you faced the commander of the soldiers. "You've failed, you asshole. The princess is long gone by now!" You shouted out, as the commander smirked. With a wave of his right hand, he called a soldier over, who held Chaewon with her hands behind her back. She exclaimed in shock at your condition, as you angrily tried to charge up, but was held down by two soldiers. "You don't know how many soldiers I had to torture to find out about this safe house. But after sometime, one finally broke. He even told me about the tunnels." The commander taunted "Now that the king is dead, the princess is going to be married to my lord, to legitimise his rule. Men, throw this cretin in the cells. He might prove useful in keeping the princess docile." The commander said once again, as Chaewon fell back in shock. Her father was dead? As you tried to fight back, Chaewon saw an opportunity. As the soldier holding her lost focus, she turned around, grabbing the sword from his sheath, turning to stab the soldier with it. The soldier was well trained however, he easily disarmed her, stabbing her through the stomach. "Chae!" You shouted, as the two men holding you were shocked at the death of the princess, loosening their hold on you as you jumped at Chaewon, desperately holding her hand and her face. "You fool!" The commander shouted in anger, taking his sword out and stabbing the soldier who stabbed Chaewon. "She was the only princess! Our lord can't legitimise his rule anymore!" On the ground, you held Chaewon's hand in yours, crying as she looked at you, trying to force a small smile to calm you down. "Well, I guess if she's dead, we don't have to keep you around anymore." The commander took his still blood stained sword, running it through your back and out through your chest. Twitching from the pain, you collapsed next to Chaewon, as she exerted the last of her strength, crawling to you as she rested her head on your now unmoving shoulder. "I love you, Y/N. I'll see you in the afterlife." She hoarsely whispered, as the two of you died, holding each other

"What was that for?" You asked Xin, who shook their head. You tried to console Chaewon, who had tears in her eyes from the story she had just seen.

"Behold. Earth 101."

Earth 101

"The two of you don't have to do this. I don't want to burden either of you with this. " The mayor explained, a pained expression on his face. "The two of you have done enough for this city. And we can't stop Tyrannus. The City is almost evacuated." Across him sat two masked vigilantes. Dark Arrow and the Canary. "With all due respect, Mr Mayor. Tyrannus is an old enemy of ours. We can handle this." Canary spoke up. The mayor thought for a few moments, before nodding. "The city once again thanks you for your selfless contribution, heroes." The mayor thanked the two vigilantes, as they both bolted out of the office. "Y/N, can you locate Tyrannus' bombs?" Canary asked as they ran to their hideout. "What did I saw about codenames, Canary?" You said, hearing your partner giggle beside you. "Fine. Dark Arrow, can you locate Tyrannus' bombs?" She rolled her eyes playfully "You're lucky I love you Chae." You pouted as the two of you got onto your motorcycles, the scan showing bombs in the sewers. "The bomb is in the sewers under the bank, let's go!"

"Ah, my two friends. Welcome, to the Endgame." Tyrannus bowed, before he flung two daggers at you and Chaewon. The two of you dodged the daggers, as Tyrannus chuckled. "Give it up, heroes. The bomb will go off in 5 minutes. You can't beat me and get there in time to defuse it. Besides, I'm the only one with the code." Tyrannus taunted, as you looked at Chaewon, who nodded to you, before you ran off to the bomb. "Ah Canary. The one who started it all. Y'know, if you didn't start running around the city in your suit beating up criminals, I would never have happened. And now what? You and your lover are forced to spend your days fighting for your lives. Well, whatever life you have left." "Shut up and fight." Chaewon growled, bo staff in hand as she charged at Tyrannus.

After 4 minutes of tussling, with Tyrannus landing a few solid blows, but the battle ending with Tyrannus on the ground, Chaewon panting but pressing her bo staff onto Tyrannus' neck. "Give me the code. Now." Chaewon threatened, as her comms crackled to life. "Canary, I'm at the bomb, waiting for the code." Hearing that, Chaewon pressed her comms in her ear, replying, "Good, I'll get it to you once he tells me." Seeing that, Tyrannus smirked, pressing a button on his gauntlet, as Chaewon's comm became overwhelmed with static. Panic began to set in as Chaewon shouted for Y/N, only to be met with nothing but Static. Tyrannus began laughing maniacally at Chaewon's panic. "Did you really think I would set a defuse code for my bomb, this is the endgame afterall." He smirked, as Chaewon's eyes widened in panic. She quickly clubbed him across the face, running towards the direction you had ran previously, desperately talking into the comms system, but nothing came back, and just as Chaewon began at a crossroads, a loud and reverberating explosion shook the sewers. Running towards the boom, Chaewon saw her worse nightmare. Amidst the rubble, she saw your bow at a side, with your body trapped under stone. Running over, Chaewon pushed as hard as she could, freeing you from the rubble, but it was too late. Your breath had gone raggedy, your face caved in and bloodied, your arms with charred skin and dust. "No No No No No, Y/N, please." Chaewon sobbed, grabbing you by the hand as you looked up at her, a smile forced on your face as you whispered to her. "It's okay Chae. It's okay. It's going to be okay." You tried to reassure her, as she held you, tears dripping. "It's my fault, I brought you into this, I did this..." Chaewon could only muttered, as you tried to reassure her. "These were the best years of my life, Chae, I don't regret it a moment. Don't blame yourself love. I'll see you in the afterlife alright? I love you" You barely managed to whisper before your hand went limp, Chaewon screaming in anguish as she held your corpse in her embrace

"What is the point of this!" You screamed out at Xin, trying to stop the visions and console Chaewon

"Behold, Earth 271"

Earth 271

"Are you sure you're ready to do this Babe? He is your uncle." You whispered to Chaewon, who nodded, beginning her incantation. "LATROP NEPO, KRAD SECROF" A portal opened, as Chaewon jumped in first, followed by you. The hellish landscape of the Dark Dimension greeted you, you casted an invisibility spell on yourself and Chaewon, blocking both of you from the view of the the undead who roamed the lands. As quickly as you could, the two of you moved to the nexus, the stronghold of the lord of the Dark Dimension, Gideon. Approaching the nexus, Chaewon summoned her gauntlet, getting ready to breach the stronghold. Walking across the bridge, The two of you were suddenly surrounded by a seemingly infinite number of undead. The both of you bolted to attention, you sent an ethereal shield of light to Chaewon before your cloak of levitation sending you into the air, firing off displacement spells and bolts of lightning, as Chaewon's gauntlet lit up, sending balls of fire, casting illusions and throwing lances manifested of Darkness. The two put up a valiant fight, but the unending numbers of undead soon overwhelmed the two, both sorcerers brought before Gideon in chains. "Ah, my treacherous niece and her lover. How nice of you to both show up! Would you like some tea?" Gideon stood, gloating upon his throne as the two of you struggle in your chains Pointing to Chaewon, Gideon's soldiers dragged her over to him, then, with a wave of a hand, Chaewon was suspended over the ground, a beam of light shooting through her arm. Chaewon groaned at the pain, but bit down, unwilling to show pain before her evil uncle. "My Lord, she's showing low traces of the Dark. It isn't enough for the catalyst" An assistant next to Gideon whispered in his ear, as his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Well, the Dark is borne of negative emotions. Bring the doctor to me." Gideon commanded, pointing at you as you were brought before Gideon. "Hey Gideon, long time no see. We haven't really talked since our last bargain, have we?" You said snarkily, as Gideon rolled his eyes. "Do not avert your gaze my Niece, or your love gets it." Gideon threatened, a manifested blade to your throat forcing Chaewon to look at you, as you looked back, trying to reassure her that the two of you would find a way out. "Perfect." Gideon smirked, before running the blade across your throat, the blood spilling out from your throat as Chaewon screamed in shock, a radial blast emanating from her being, knocking everyone away. Chaewon's dark brown eyes had grown red, as she stormed through the nexus, using a chain of darkness that pierced every undead. Turning around, Chaewon spat out curse after curse as she grabbed Gideon by the neck, running the same blade he used to kill you across his face, mutilating him in her rage. "Chae. Don't." Your faint voice rang out, barely clinging on to life, but that was enough to pull Chaewon from her rage, as she sprinted to your body, holding your hand. Desperately, she manifested a tome out, trying to cast every healing spell she could find. When it didn't work, she looked at the dagger, realising that it was enchanted to block magic, so now, there was nothing she could do. "Don't let the darkness take you Chae. You're a good person, don't let yourself be overtaken by rage. I love you, don't forget." You could only stutter out through the pain, your last words cut off as you fell to the ground.

"That's enough Xin. Please!" You shouted out, covering Chaewon's eyes to hide the gore from her. "Do you see now?" Xin questioned. "What! See what!" You screamed back, frustrated. "In every universe, Kim Chaewon falls for Y/N. And in every other universe, it doesn't end well" Xin explained, as you looked at Chaewon in shock.

You looked at Chaewon, both sitting in silence as you absorbed the information. "So that's why you brought us here before either of us confessed. You wanted to save us?" You asked, as Xin nodded. "It doesn't matter. Send us back." Chaewon whispered. "What?" Xin asked in bewilderment "Yeh, send us back, now. It doesn't matter what you or the multiverse says. I love Chaewon, and she loves me. Our love will see us through this." You said back. In frustration, Xin waved their hand across the air. "You humans are so frustrating! Look! Earth 832. Kim Chaewon is a rich Heiress and Y/N is an assassin sent to get close to her, steal data, then kill her. Y/N ends up falling in love with Chaewon and confesses. The company sends another assassin, Y/N dies to protect Chaewon. Earth 541. Y/N is an F1 driver and Chaewon is the car maintenance manager, they fall in love, almost get married, and what happens? Y/N dies in a high speed car crash when the car explodes. Earth 340, Chaewon and Y/N are dueling kombatants in a tournament for the safety of their country. They fall in love, and decide to fight the oppresive ruler who hosts the tournament, and they die in each other's arms after the ruler murders them both! Take less violent Earths. Earth 320. Kim Chaewon and Y/N are childhood friends. They love each other but don't do anything about it. Not till they reunite. They confess to one another, then in 5 years, Chaewon dies of an illness. Earth 679, as high school sweethearts, Kim Chaewon falls in love with Y/N, and Chaewon confesses her love for Y/N. Almost instantly, Chaewon and Y/N die in a fiery car crash. Earth 452, the furthest Kim Chaewon and Y/N get in their relationship, they die in a plane crash en route to their honeymoon! Can't you see! I'm trying to spare you the pain. Spare me the pain of watching this heartbreak over and over! Even if it's just one earth, just one earth to let the two of you live. Please!" Xin cried out, collapsing, shocking both you and Chaewon, thinking a celestial being incapable of emotion "Please, take the chance. I'll send you back to your Earth the day before you met, and make it such that you never meet. Then you get a chance at living full lives." Xin made a last plea with the two lovers, who exchanged glances. You held Chaewon's hand in yours, a resolute glance exchanged as you both nodded. "I'm sorry, Xin. But we'll try. We have to try. And I have faith, our love will pull us through, right Chae?" You declared, Chaewon nodding. Xin stared at the two of you, before sighing. "Ah humans, always so stubborn. Go. Live your lives." Xin said, waving a hand as a portal opened back to their Earth. "This will send you back to the moment the two of you left, with no memory of me or the multiverse." "Thank you, Xin. I promise you that we'll try." You bowed, as the two of you walked out of the portal

As the two walked through the portal, Xin sighed, wishing themselves rid of this curse.

Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism, of endless possibility, where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities. Creating alternate worlds, from the one you know. I am Xin, the Watcher. I have seen all that has ever happened, all that will ever happen. That's how I know what will transpire, what I tried to stop, knowing full well that it would fail. I know that they love each other, a love so great that it permeates throughout the multiverse. So I know that try as I might, they would reject my offer. And I know that regardless, they have belief that their love will see them through, and they'll always try. And that. That might be the most heartbreaking of all.

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tessa-liam · 1 year

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Smoke and Mirrors

-6- You Are the Reason

Book: The Royal Romance Finale +, Alternate Universe

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and of friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.’

•Catch up: Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist

•Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’

2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas

Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh

All characters belong to Pixelberry except Delaney Leigh, Officer Alex Cossoy, Geoffrey Bessler (Amalas’ head guard)

•Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking, gun violence.

•Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff

•Words: 1774, Read: 9 minutes

Chapter 6: You Are the Reason

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Chapter Summary: Arriving back at the Monterissan palace, discoveries are uncovered, and fears are realized.

Music Inspiration: Need You Now – Lady Antebellum

You Are the Reason – Calum Scott

A/N1: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #27, Prompt #3 - “I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?”

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Monterisso Royal Palace - Seaside Balcony

It had just turned 10 p.m. and the sun was setting over the Mediterranean Sea. The cool pool water was refreshing as Riley leaned back to submerge under the surface. Even though it was late evening, the temperature in the Capital was still 43 degrees C.

Amalas slowly lifted her gaze up when she noticed Geoffrey, her head royal guard, step onto the terrace beside the jacuzzi.

“Your Majesty, please excuse my interruption.”

“Yes, Geoffrey?”

“King Liam’s Royal motorcade has arrived at the palace.”

“Thank you.” Amalas sat up and reached for a towel.

Noticing Riley was getting out of the pool, “Hey, Ri? Is the pool is too cool for you?”

Riley laughed, “oh no, the water is amazing. I totally forgot how hot it was out here tonight.”

“Where are you off to? Would you like another iced tea?”

“I would love that, thanks. Let me just check on the girls quickly; I will be right back.”

“I wonder why Liam is coming back tonight?”

“I am not sure; Leo messaged me earlier and said that they had hit a dead end,”

Completely unaware that Liam and Leo had just walked out onto the terrace behind her, Riley slipped into her sandals. Liam lifted his finger to his lips to signal to Amalas not to alert her.

Amalas chuckled as she watched her surprised friend turn and then ‘yelp’ when she was lovingly encased in the arms of her husband from behind, as Liam caught her off guard.

“My love, maybe it would be better if you join me in the jacuzzi instead of roaming around the palace in your towel?” Liam whispers in his smooth, deep baritone into her ear.

Smirking, Liam grins as Riley shakes her head.

“Well, I’m delighted you came home early,” Riley coos.

Turning and slipping her hands up Liam’s chest, she reaches up to kiss him ‘hello’.

“Hey, Ri, how is the water?” Leo interrupts.

Sauntering up to Leo, Amalas quips, “well, there is another way to find out.”

Leo leans down to kiss her cheek. “Is that so? Care to take a swim with me?”

Amalas coyly smiles, “follow me.”

***

“So, tell me, Liam, what happened today? What changed?”

Liam looked at the ceiling, “I overheard that the Interpol intelligence reports showed that this palace would likely be the location of where my ‘supposed’ sister would be.”

“Liam, who did you overhear?”

“Alex Cossoy. He was confiding that to Olivia.”

“Oh my God, here?” Riley gasped.

“He told Olivia that his gut feeling was that this woman has a connection to the royal guard here in the palace through Bastien.”

“Bastien? Bastien again! It seems like there is a covert underground spy network between our countries.”

“Well, I am delegating this investigation to my brother. Leo has agreed to head the investigation with the assistance of Interpol here in Monterisso.

Since Officer Cossoy is assigned to Cordonia, he will lead the investigation from our palace. Olivia has already offered her assistance to Interpol.

Liam stopped, turning to Riley, “I need to get you and Ellie out of Monterisso now. It's not safe here; we are going home.”

Spotting the King and Queen walking towards her, Mara, who was standing guard outside the princess’ room, bows.

“Your Majesties.”

Riley nods and walks inside of her daughter’s room.

“Hello Mara, any issues to report?” Liam asks, noticing the guard’s attention was focused behind his right shoulder. “Your Majesty, I need to report a concerning incident that I witnessed earlier this evening.”

Officer Cossoy, responding to Mara’s request stepped alongside Liam.

***

Mediterranean Sea, Monterisso

“Never have I ever, ever thought I would someday be swimming in the Mediterranean,” Delaney smiled widely.

Drake answered back, “never have I ever thought I would be skinny dipping with a hot blond in the Mediterranean." He raised his eyebrows and grinned. “...but, here we are!”

Wanting to get closer, he stepped forward. admiring her curves underneath her bikini top.

“Well, not yet, anyway.” Drake chuckled reaching for the tie of her top.

“I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?” Delaney asked curiously.

“I think it’s time to teach you how to swim.”

Delaney gasped and started to walk backwards away from him.

“Tonight? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Not in a lake, not in a pool, but in open water,” he told her confidently.

She stared at him, “you mean like, here in the ocean?”

Delaney had told Drake her fear of deep water. Drake had made a promise of teaching her to swim so that her fears would diminish.

He nodded, “I know you can do this.” Walking towards her, Delaney stared at his broad, ripped chest.

Delaney thought about it, “Why are you so sure I can do it?”

Drake smiled, “Because you’re smart and beautiful, and you can do anything you put your mind to.

Come on, get your suit off and come here,” waggling his brows he closed the distance, drawing her close.

“And there it is!” Delaney giggled.

***

Eleanor’s Chamber

The nightlight glowed soft blue as Riley entered the room. Ellie was wide awake, sitting on the bed, holding her lovey tightly.

“Mommy!” Her bottom lip quivering as she raised her arms for a hug.

“Sweetheart, what is it?” Riley rushed to her bedside and enveloped her daughter in her arms as Ellie started to cry.

“I’m scared. I want to go home.”

Riley knelt down beside her.

“It is late. I am sorry you are afraid. Tell me about your bad dream.”

“Mommy, I didn’t have a dream.”

“If you cannot sleep, I will sit with you.”

“I don’t like that lady.”

Puzzled, Riley asks, “What lady, sweetie?”

“The lady who was reading a story to me and Mikky. The one who looks like Daddy.”

Shocked, Riley gasped, finding it hard to breathe. It took every strength to hold it together and to remain calm in front of her daughter.

“Li..Li..Liaaammm” Riley cried out.

***

Walking along the shore, hand in hand, Delaney and Drake were close to the palace as Drake started to slow. Looking sheepish, he turned, and paused scanning the outside perimeter of palace terrace.

“Drake? Where did our backpacks go; I don’t see them anywhere.”

“Stay here, I will run up and take a closer look.”

Close to the exterior wall of the palace, he spotted a tall figure looking up to the terrace with binoculars.

Slowing his movements, he called out, “excuse me, have you....”

“Freeze!”

Before his eyes, Drake watched as two men pointed their firearms at the figure in the shadows.

‘Shit, what the hell?’

He stood motionless as the lone figure turned and started to run.

A gunshot rang out as one of the men fired a warning shot into the air.

His next thought was, ‘Delaney!’ as someone pulled Drake down to the ground from behind.

“Who the fuck...”, Drake jostled hands off his shoulders. He stopped and turned as Olivia lifted her eyebrow.

“Just say ‘thanks’, Walker.

Drake felt relief when he spotted Delaney standing at a safe distance at the seashore.

Olivia and Drake turned and noticed the lone figure being arrested; cuffed and led away, Lena was silent.

***

Leo and Amalas heard the sound of a gunshot, as they were talking and lounging inside the jacuzzi.

“What the hell!” Leo jumped up looking toward the barrier wall of the terrace.

“Your highness, get down.” Geoffey shouted as members of the Monterissian Royal guard surrounded their queen.

***

Liam pushed Mara aside as he bolted into Eleanor’s room.

Noticing Riley’s fear stricken look and his daughter crying in her arms, he knelt down beside them and enveloped them protectively.

Officer Cossoy entered next, with his gun drawn. Mara locked and secured the door behind her as she noticed royal guards standing at attention in the hall outside.

“Your Majesties, there is a situation developing outside and the palace is in lockdown.”

***

The sound of the engines could be heard from outside the SUV as it moved closer to the Royal jet on the tarmac.

Riley watched Drake help Delaney out of the lead SUV already stopped up ahead.

“Are you ready, my love?” Liam asked Riley, as he lifted Ellie, fast asleep, from her car seat.

“I am.”

He smiled, “Then let us go home.”

Taking her hand, he led her to the door of the jet.

“Your majesty,” Mara greeted as the nanny lifted the sleeping princess from Liam’s arms.

As the jet took off, the sun was rising on the horizon.

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snippet: The Trenches Have Vanished Under the Plough

Square: B2 - Crying During Sex Rating: E Word Count: 789 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - human, Alternate Universe - no powers, 1910s, World War I, PTSD, scars, discussion of trench warfare, soldier Hob Gadling, period-typical homophobia, mutual pining, oral sex, anal fingering, anal sex, implied eating disorder Summary: In France in 1917, amidst the mud of the trenches and the bloody battles of the Great War, Captain Morpheus de Endelas and Corporal Robert “Hob” Gadling meet and are drawn irrevocably together. They begin an affair that ultimately threatens their hearts, their careers, and their very lives. It is not until after the war is over that the two broken men can even begin to think of picking up the shattered pieces of their lives and moving forward. But will they move toward one another, or away? Fill for @dreamlingbingo

When this excerpt begins, Armistice Day is several months behind them. Morpheus has found Hob in the cottage on the Sussex coast where, shellshocked and still recovering from his wounds, he has retreated from the world. After an argument about their parting and an emotionally charged confrontation, they fall into bed together, unable to deny the strength of their feelings for one another.

“What?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you naked before.”

“No,” says Morpheus. “No, I suppose not.”

Their trysts, Hob remembers all too well, were always hurried. Hidden. Clothing shoved aside just enough to reach what they needed in order to clutch at what pleasure they could. Now Hob looks his fill, eyes roving over the shapes he’s memorized by feel, if not by sight.

“You’re beautiful.”

Morpheus snorts, an ungentle and caustic sound that Hob doesn’t like at all.

“Look at me,” he says, gesturing down his body with a sweep of his arm.

“I am looking,” Hob says quietly.

Morpheus’s skin glows in the low light of the kerosene lamp. Even from across the room, Hob can pick out the scars – pale skin marred by even paler marks, except where some still show an angry red in places. It’s only been seven months since Armistice Day, after all. Not so much time to heal. A particularly bad one winds around Morpheus’s left knee like a vine. Hob has a matching one on his right. He’s surprised Morpheus doesn’t walk with a limp. He does, a bit, when it’s damp or when his leg has been strained.

Hob only realizes he’s still staring when he sees the pink flush creeping over Morpheus’s cheeks and chest, and registers his prick valiantly plumping a bit against his white thigh.

His tobacco pouch falls forgotten atop the table as he returns to the bed, drawn like a moth to a flame.

“You are. Beautiful,” Hob says, placing a knee on the mattress. “Beautiful,” he says, as he lies down beside Morpheus and runs a hand down his ribs, skims across his hip and his narrow flank. “Beautiful,” he whispers, tenderly urging the wasted thighs to straddle his chest. He fits his thumbs into the too-deep divots at his hips and gently pulls Morpheus forward, until his knees are snugged up into Hob’s armpits and his hardened prick can nudge against his waiting lips. Morpheus’s eyes are squeezed shut.

“Come, love,” he whispers into the silence between them, “let me show you. My beautiful man.”

He lifts his head, lets his mouth fall open, makes it as soft as he knows how, lolls his tongue out like a warm, red carpet welcoming his lover home. And carefully, Morpheus ruts forward into Hob’s mouth.

He moves slowly at first, so slowly, thighs tense, one hand braced on the simple wooden frame of Hob’s bed. Hob can see the scant muscles in his belly fluttering with the effort to stay upright, to keep his movements shallow; so he squeezes Morpheus’s hips and takes as much of his weight as he dares, encouraging him to move, desperate to feel every inch, every twitch.

When his prick bumps against the back of Hob’s throat Morpheus moans above him, loud and obscene in the quiet of the cottage, and Hob feels the vibration down into his chest, feels his own cock stir between his legs at the sound, the proof of Morpheus’s pleasure. When Morpheus’s thrusts quicken, Hob moans in turn.

Morpheus’s eyes fly open, piercing blue even in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, and his free hand, which had been flexing against his own thigh, steals tentatively into Hob’s hair. Their eyes are locked, now. Hob cannot look away. He will never be able to look away from Morpheus again. Beautiful, beautiful, he thinks, trying to broadcast his thoughts like a radio signal. My love, my beautiful man, stay, stay, be mine, my love, stay.

It is absurd, to think that Morpheus can hear him, and Hob is neither a mystic nor an occultist. But something happens, some spark catches between them; perhaps it is but physical passion, but Morpheus’s kiss-bitten lips part in astonishment, and those pristine eyes fill with tears and overflow, twin crystal streams that run down his thin face and drip onto Hob’s chin.

Hob wishes wildly that he could taste Morpheus’s tears, but then his hips are stuttering, and he is crying out again, and all Hob can taste is his own spit and Morpheus’s spend on the back of his tongue, and that is enough; that is a beauty all its own.

“I may wake in the night,” mutters Morpheus, “especially if the storm is bad. I do not sleep well, these days.”

“You? Really? That’s a bit hard to believe,” says Hob. “You know… we used to call you ‘the cat.’ Because you could curl up and doze off anywhere.”

“I know. I know you did,” says Morpheus. “Things are different, now.” His voice is rough, and so tired.

“Yeah,” says Hob. “Yeah, I know.” He clutches Morpheus a little closer and kisses his temple. “I know.”

Historical note: The title of this fic is from the song “No Man’s Land” (also known as “The Green Fields of France” or “Willie McBride”) by Eric Bogle. I recommend this 1980 recording by the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem, which makes me cry literally every time I hear it. It's one of the great anti-war songs of the 20th century.

This fic is almost complete! If you enjoyed this excerpt, subscribe to me on AO3 to get notified when the finished work is posted!

green = complete, orange = WIP

#dreamling #the sandman #dreamling bingo #dream of the endless #hob gadling #wwi fiction #my writing #I came so close to getting this whole thing done by the bingo deadline - but alas! enjoy this excerpt at least!#the trenches have vanished under the plough

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 1.2

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Rhodos, Greece

Taking a sip from her martini, Arabella's eyes glided through the crowded room. Eyeing every guest carefully before putting her drink down. Smiling to herself.

The stairs around the corner were guarded by one security guard only. It'd be easy.

"Another vodka martini, please. Shaken, not stirred," she ordered at the bartender.

A party of european millionaires in an old medieval castle had sounded more excited then it really was. It was like any other rich people party after all. The ones who had their millions inheritated, the old money therefore, was chatting about their latest vacations or newest luxury purchase. The new money millionaires were exchanging the latest gossip of their industries or taking cringy photos and videos of themselves. And somewhere in between they drank and danced and ate way too small portions of overly expensive food.

Her gaze went back to the guard, thinking of ways to distract or sidle past him, when she suddenly felt a hand on her hip.

Her eyes widened and she was ready to make whoever it was, regret it. Her firsts already clenching when a familiar chuckle rang in her ears. His hot breath tickling her neck.

"Nice hair, is it a wig?" He brushed one of the pink curls back. His fingers against her shoulder making her hinch a breath

A dry laugh escaped her lips then as she unintentionally leaned into his touch. "None of your business."

"Feisty as always, I missed that," Jimin smirked and let go abrubtly, appearing from behind her. He leaned against the marble counter next to her. Not even try hiding how he shamelessy checked her out in that long black dress with the deep slit on the side of her leg. Allowing it to peek through whenever she moved.

She huffed when noticing, crossing her arms in front of her.

"What are you even doing here? Trying to kill me again?"

His brows rose, a puzzled expression on his soft features. "But Bella, love, you know I'd never do that."

He drew closer then, grabbing her chin gently between his fingers. Forcing her to look at him. And for a moment she was about to melt under his gaze. "I'm here to get you back."

A frown spread on her pretty face. "Get me back?" She slapped his hand away. "There's no need to get me back. I'm totally fine on my own." She pointed behind him then.

He followed her finger across the open bar to a guy in a white suit and slicked back hair, talking and laughing with a group of others at a table in the back. Chunking down champagne like it was water. Jimin could spot the golden watch and rings all the way from where they were standing.

"See Stelios there? He's my new boyfriend. I'm accompanying him here on Rhodos."

Jimin couldn't help but roll his eyes annoyed. He knew by 'boyfriend' she meant 'rich guy who owned something she wanted', however, it still bugged him she used that term.

"But your 'Stelios' can't protect you from them."

"I'm pretty sure he got enough security."

He sighed dramatically. "But Bella-baby, you should know I'm the only man in this world who can do that."

Arabella remained unimpressed, looking him dead in the eye. Slowly getting fed up with his attitude.

They hadn't seen each in over two weeks, last time they had him pushing her away as if she meant nothing to him and now he randomly showed up out of nowhere, pretending being her prince in shining armour? A prince she definitely neither needed nor asked for?

"Honestly, Jimin, what even am I to you?" Her voice unintentionally rose out of frustration. "Your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

There was a hint of sorrow in her eyes, he could tell. He heaved a sigh, taking her hand in his gently as he stepped forward. His face close to hers as his lips ghosted over her cheek. "Obviously all of it."

He pulled back, seeing her stunned face. A grin spreading over his plum lips. "And now come," he said excitedly and drank the second martini she had ordered in one go. Pulling her along with him into the crowd then. "It'd be suspicious if we didn't dance at a party!"

She hesitated first, pretending being unfazed by his words, but eventually rested her hands on his shoulder as his own glided to her waist. Both swaying to the rhythm of the mellow melody.

"So when did you snap out of it?" she curiously asked then, "And if you tell me it was on that rainy day then I swear to god-"

"N-no, no, it wasn't!" he quickly objected.

Arabella's eyes narrowed. "Not sure I'm buying that."

Jimin exhaled deeply, shaking his head. "Trust me. I still hadn't gained my memories back at this point. It was a muddled mess and I struggled putting an order to them."

She hummed, looking over her shoulder to check if her 'boyfriend' had noticed her dancing with someone else. Other people dancing between them blocked his view however. Not that he was paying attention anyway. He was still talking with his rich friends.

"So tell me," Jimin smiled then, "Why are you really here? And don't start with that 'boyfriend' of yours again."

Arabella couldn't help but giggle at his jealousy. Even if he was trying downplaying it, he wasn't really doing a good job and it still shone through. And she couldn't deny that she liked it. Because it meant that perhaps he did care after all.

"What makes you think there'd be any other reason?" She blinked confused, acting innocent. But Jimin knew her too well to fall for that. So he turned her swiftly, pressing her body against his while his one hand travelled down her hips and to her thigh. Lifting it against his. The silk fabric flowing over her skin, exposing her leg through the slid. Along with her berretta held by a black lacy garter.

"Because normal party guests usually don't hide guns under their clothes," he smirked.

Arabella felt her breath becoming heavier the longer they remained in this position, with his dark eyes piercing hers. She lowered her arms from around his neck, letting them slide over his chest. "Let go," she mouthed, not wanting anyone noticing her gun. And his hand slowly did as he was told. Sliding over her thigh and hips. Taking its previous position on her waist.

"Fine, I'll tell you," she eventually sighed and stepped back. Grabbing his wrist. "But first you gotta help me pass that stupid guard to get upstairs."

She dragged him through the crowd until they reached the other end, near the staircase. The guard standing right at the corner, looking sternly at the direction they had come from. "Distract him so I can climb behind him over the railing and scurry upstairs."

Jimin's brows rose, his eyes going from her to the guard and back to her. Eventually shrugging. "You need help for that?" he chuckled smugly, making her audibly huff.

"No, obviously not. I'd have found a way without you as well. I didn't even know you'd be here after all. But since you are.." She grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to her level. A seductive smirk on her lips. ".. you'll make it easier for me. Won't you?"

He nodded vigorously and leaned in, trying stealing a kiss as the temtation was quite compelling, but she pushed him lightly away. "Maybe after the job's done."

He whined "You're such a tease, Bella-baby."

"And you love it."

"I do, I really do," he smiled. Managing pecking her cheek at least, to which her eyes widened startled. Making him chuckle. She looked quite adorable when being dumbfounded. "Alright, let's do this," he said then and briefly rubbed his hands before making his way to the guard. Starting a casual conversation with him, to which the guard didn't seem to bulge in first.

However, Arabella knew no one could resist Jimin's charm and sooner or later everyone would give in. So she eased her way to the side of the stairs. Waiting for his sign. And as soon as she saw the guard's head turn to the side and Jimin giving her a quick wink, she grabbed the artful bars and heaved herself up, climbing over the railing. And she rushed upstairs, no one spotting her from downstairs.

Reaching the top, she carefully made her way through the long corridors. Flower bouquetes on commodes and paintings decorating them. When she reached a corner, she carefully peeked behind. Spotting another guard in front of a door.

That must've been it, she thought.

According to the blueprint she had memorized, this room was supposed to be a storage. Which was obviously bullshit because why would a simple storage need guards? And besides, the room next to it was the security room. That was no coincidence.

She reached behind her neck, fiddling a little before her dress got taken down, replaced by the maid uniform she had prepared. After taking a deep breath to get into character, she walked out of her stash and confidently made her way towards the guard.

He eyed her suspiciously, which left her unimpressed, as she went past him and into the security room.

"Hey, what do you want in there?" the guard called out, leaving his post to check on her.

"What I want?" she scoffed dramatically, "I was sent here because of some annoyingly beeping noise outside. As if I got any clue how to use all these things!" She pointed at the screens and computers. Pretending being a poor clueless and overwhelmed girl would surely help. "I mean, look at all this! And I'm just a simple maid! How am I supposed to know! But my supervisor sent me here to check what it is and take care of it! And I don't know if you know her, but she's a total witch, so I couldn't just object!" She continued her rambling. A deep frown on her face along with frustration written all over it. And she saw the guard's face softening at this as he seemingly pitied her. He had falled for it and she felt accomplished. "Do you maybe have any clue how all this works? I could really need some help or she might tell the master and let him fire me! And I can't get fired! I really depend on this job! Oh god, what if-"

She was ready to shed some fake tears when the guard cut her off, holding his hands up. "Okay, okay, calm down! We'll figure this out," he said and headed to the computers. Typing in something on the keyboard and sliding his ID card through a scanner. "Where did you say this weird sound was located at?"

"Right here." And with that she hit his neck with the back of her gun, making him faint. Hs heavy body fell on the ground and she dragged him to a corner, tearing off her apron and tying him down, in case he woke up too early. She went to the monitors then, deactivating the alarm system inside the fake storage room next door. Thankfully he had already typed in his security key, so it wasn't any problem, because despite her acting dumb, she did know how to navigate through the system.

She left the room, glancing around to make sure the the coast was clear before locking the door behind her. Bumping into Jimin as soon as she entered the fake storage.

He had already been waiting for her inside. "Took you long enough, darling."

"As if," she said and wiggled her way out of his embrace. Heading straight to the persian carpet in the middle of the room and lifting it. Revealing a safe underneath it.

"How did you get past the guard?"

"Oh, not at all," he chuckled, "He allowed me going upstairs. Told him I really needed to pee and the only bathroom downstairs was packed."

She hummed, not being surprised that actually worked. It probably wouldn't have with anyone else, but of course it did for Jimin.

She pressed her ear on the safe then. Rotating the knob until hearing it click. With the security system being deactivated, it was nothing but a normal safe. The only difficulty left was that it had three knobs, not just one. The first one was done after a minute, another two left.

"What is inside there anyway?" Jimin asked and took a seat on one of the puffy velvet armchairs. Observing her with a raising warmth as she was on her knees, her perfect little bum high in the air. The maid skirt almost riding up enough for it to be revealed.

"A very pretty ruby necklace," she smiled as the second knob clicked.

"That's all?"

"And maybe a few other pretty things," she giggled, concentrating on the last knob.

Jimin sighed, propping his chin on the palm of his hand. "And that's why you're with that sleazy nepo baby? Because he could bring you to this party?"

"Hm, maybe. But maybe he also treats me nicely."

Snorting, he straightened himself again. "Nicer than me?"

"Perhaps," she shrugged. Knowing exactly she was teasing him. "At least he didn't want me dead."

He sighed. "You ain't letting go of that, are you?"

The third knob clicked open and she sat back on her legs, looking at him with a sad smile. "It hurt my feelings, you know." Her gaze fell on the safe then, opening it.

His lips slightly parted, not having expected this. After all, he wasn't used to this kind of honesty from her unless they were in serious danger with the possibility of them not making it out alive. This didn't apply now, however, astonishing even more. And he finally began to understand how deeply the whole incident really offended her feelings. The whole real reason she was there, on this greek island with some millionaire, being to run away and distract herself from her broken heart and ego. He finally got it.

Before he could react properly though, she had already got up. The ruby necklace decorating her neck and a fitting bracelet placed around her wrist.

She went to the window then, pushing it open and looking down. It wasn't too high. She could jump on that tree and then climb down. However, she remembered a guard roaming around the garden with a dog when arriving earlier there. There didn't seem anyone around now though as the garden was quite broadly spread. She had to take advantage of the security sensors around the mansion being deactivated.

"You coming?" She looked over her shoulder, seeing him shake his head.

"I'll better head back down before the guard gets suspicious. Don't wanna ruin your escape," he smiled then, "I'll meet you at the entrance gate."

She nodded and climbed out on the nearest branch then. Carefully getting down the tree, not wanting any scratches in case she bumped into anyone and they'd get alarmed by them.

She lended in the darkness of the shrubbery and quickly changed back to her party dress when a flashlight appeared further away.

Arabella cursed internally and pressed herself against the wall. Slowly moving to the front of the building. She looked over the corner, the other guard with the flashlight and dog coming closer.

There was also a guard at the entrance who was luckily guiding a drunk party guest and his young company to their car in that moment. Giving her a perfect opportunity to rush out and towards the gate while the guard was putting the guest inside the car.

She was casually walking towards the exit over the forecourt, pretending having just come out of the party when a deep voice was suddenly heard right behind her. "Stop you little thief."

She paused in her tracks and without hesitating, rammed her elbow backwards, towards the person. Hearing a high-pitched yelp and a groan. She slowly turned around, seeing Jimin grinning at her mischieviously. Holding his belly. "You almost hit my wound, love."

"I'll try not to miss next time." She tried slapping him for using his voice mimicking to mess with her, but he successfully dodged every one of her attempts. He grabbed her hand then and tucked her out of the gate before anyone took notice of them.

"Sorry, sorry, but I couldn't resist," he laughed. Holding his hands up in a defensive manner. "You're too cute when getting surprised."

"I hate you!" she whined- Her voice loud, causing Jimin to quickly press a finger on her lips to sush her in case they might get heard. He stopped in front of his car then, unlocking it and opened the passenger door for her to enter. She rolled her eyes and climbed in, slamming the door shut. He sighed and got behind the steering wheel. Starting the engine and driving off before any security noticed her little theft.

The cool night breeze from the lowered windows tousled their hair as the car rushed down the road through the dense forest.

Jimin's eyes briefly glanced at her absentmindedly staring out into the dark woods. The rubies on her skin glistening brightly whenever they passed a street lamp. Contrasting her smooth skin.

"Bella?" She hummed, not averting her eyes from the scenary outside. The dark sea peeking between trees. "You know I'd never hurt you. I wasn't myself back then."

She exhaled deeply, finally looking at him as well. "I know it wasn't your fault." She paused, her eyes wandering back outside. "It's.. whatever, really. No big deal." Despite her trying downplaying it, it did still hurt a little when thinking about his cold, emotionless stare from back then. As if she was nobody to him.

The car slowly came to an halt at the side of the road, interrupting her train of thoughts. And Arabella frowned, glancing up at Jimin. "Why di-"

She didn't finish her sentence, cutting herself off when seeing his expression. His eyes gleaming with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Arabella. I truly am."

Her lips parted. Not having expected him to feel genuinely remorse because of her silly remark. And she placed her hand over his. Giving him a small lopsided smile. "It's okay, I'm not mad."

They stayed like this for a moment more. Holding each other's gaze while smiling. Until sirens echoed in the distance, breaking the silence. And both their eyes widened. His lips breaking into a laugh then. "Guess your little theft didn't go unnoticed after all."

She giggled, taking her small gun from underneath her dress as he pulled out his own from the glovebox.

"Ready?"

"Always."

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next chapter: 1.3 here

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liminalmemories21 · 6 months

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Weekend WIP Game

tagged by @jesuisici33

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

1. WIP List:

kid fic

untitled 5+1 thing of conversations TK had with Carlos's sisters (maybe?) - there's like half of one written, so it's sort of an unknown quantity

Knave 4 eventually

Secret is a strange thing for Paul and Nancy

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

kid fic I think - somewhere around 5,000 words

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Knave 4. I don't even have to have started writing it to know that.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

I mean, I'm not really writing any of them at the moment because I'm still coming down from Knave 3, and I'm at the stage where everything I write feels like I'm repeating something I've already said somewhere else before.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Kid fic, because I have no idea where it's going

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

At the moment, all of them, because literally everything I have put on paper this week feels like I've written it before in another fic.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Maybe the 5+1, just because I don't have siblings and I want to get that dynamic right

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

umm, all of them? Okay, maybe not Knave 4, but that's only because it exists basically only as a vague notion at the moment.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Knave-verse, hands down. I think the OCs have taken over the show between Massey, and Tulson, and Amy, and the various cousins I've invented for Carlos.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

[eyes list] I'm gonna guess Knave 4 will be, just because there's probably not going to be a lot of sex in conversations TK has with Carlos's sisters, or in a 5+1 about being insecure about parenthood (okay, I suppose there could be sex in that one, but there probably won't be)

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Not Knave 4. I swear I am sending those boys on a caper. They have had enough angst.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

I mean, none of them really exist yet . . . so?

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

this is probably one of my weak spots as a writer. so i'm not sure tbh

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

I think I've definitely been trying to write kid fic for the longest time

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Probably anything Knave-verse related, because they have become a whole universe now

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Not really. I do frequently go to bed, and then instantly have like whole paragraphs that unspool in my head and I have to roll over and type messy notes into my phone so I don't forget them.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Again, anything knave-verse related because it requires figuring out something semi-plausible for a heist. Although, also - not that I"m writing one right now because we're all on indefinite hiatus - but the seasons interstitials always involve so much trying to figure out time line shenanigans, and looking up things to do in Austin

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Probably anything knave-verse related, although I try and incorporate humor into everything

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

5+1 of TK talking to Carlos's sisters is definitely going to be told either all from Luisa's POV, or alternating Luisa and Ana.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs

Knave 4 - so okay, there was a news story that went around a while ago (not that long ago?) about a curator who was replacing paintings in museum inventory with forgeries (not even good forgeries! which let's be honest is the part that going to offend TK the most). And, one, I really want Carlos to have to go undercover as a curator to catch this guy. But, also, more importantly, two, when Carlos figures out that to pull it off he basically needs to think WWTKD (What Would TK Do) and loosens up and fakes at being TK, TK has a deep oh shit moment of what have I unleased on the world, and also that is so hot we need to go home right now, no like right right now or I'm going to do unspeakable things to you in public.

tagging @iboatedhere, @freneticfloetry, @ravens-words, and @carlos-in-glasses

#wip #911 lonestar

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rikilouvre · 1 year

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Hiraeth.

theme song : "ceilings" by lizzy mcalpine

i wake up to your bright smile beside me everyday on our wooden bed,

you make breakfast and i water our plants,

we're happy and contented with what we have as we sightsee and observe our own farm animals,

and the birds steering over the vast horizon.

you're the most gentle man i have ever encountered in my life before my father who raised me well,

you're one talented man who's able to care for me and love me — a feeling i was made to feel when i was just an innocent infant covered with a blanket made from sheep's wool,

rocking on a handmade crib,

i would never refuse to get to know you in all the other alternate universes i am in,

i would want to get to know your existence more and more, over and over again,

like tree branches getting cut off only to patiently grow into something a lot bigger and more beautiful than before.

i then was enveloped in nothingness,

only to wake up in blurry, bright lights,

my eyes adjusted to witness a view — new but familiar to me,

iv drips and hospital bed,

a humble lady beside my bed wipes her tears,

a man at the door couldn't contain his happiness,

only to realize i was embodying their reactions as well.

i was met with tight embraces and warm kisses,

i felt at home,

but something was missing.

everyday, i think to myself what could be missing,

i was introduced to where i grew up — my home,

my... home?

is this, my home?

interesting, but not convincing and comforting.

i stepped inside,

the soft, fluffy ground made of wool gave a new sensation to my feet,

i was so used to the feeling of the dewy blades of grass,

i was so used to the feeling of damp, old wood,

not to mention the fluorescent lights that hurt my eyes a little when we only had sunlight or candles,

the manmade perfume was kicking in on my olfactory senses strong since i'm used to the smell of freshly-picked flowers,

in me was a strange feeling that i don't belong here,

the longer i stayed inside this house, the worse this feeling became,

this is, familiar, but new, i suppose.

not long, a guy entered my life,

a guy i think is the most gentle guy i have ever encountered in my life before my father who raised me well,

a guy whom i think is such a talented guy who's able to care for me and love me — a feeling i was made to feel when i was just an innocent infant covered in a silk blanket,

laying in an incubator,

a guy i think i would never refuse to get to know in all the other alternate universes i am in,

a guy whose existence i would want to get to know over and over again,

like the cycle of life repeating itself for until the human race dies and wipes out of existence.

a teardrop laid on top of a white rose,

that white rose was tossed with the other white roses,

on a coffin, pearl white,

the color as pale as the complexion of the young woman inside it,

a talented and gentle guy stood infront of the coffin that is being tossed with white roses,

he tried his best,

really, really tried his best,

not to break down the whole place and think about decomposing with the woman inside that precious coffin,

he tried his best to look strong infront of the crowd of people who showed deep remorse for the strong woman inside that casket,

he tried,

but, he failed.

his knees slammed onto the ground,

not caring about the dirt ruining his silk black pants,

he cried his heart out like there was no tomorrow,

he cried for help, for comfort, for ease, for pain,

he cried for every reason there is when he sees the beautiful, resting corpse,

like the way he became happy for every reason there is when that corpse was still alive and was with him,

he cried every single ounce of tear he had,

until there was enough dirt to cover the ground,

everything turned black,

everything was gone,

his everything was gone.

i choked and woke up to a bad dream,

i felt like i was suffocating,

like i was drowned 50 feet deep in the ocean,

or like i was buried 6 feet under the ground,

i felt like i died, twice.

tears started running from my eyes down to my face,

i couldn't get a control of myself,

everything felt too real.

these tears felt heavy,

my throat tightens,

it feels like i've been keeping all these emotions inside me for two lifespans.

every single person, every single feeling i have felt,

every single thing,

was it all a dream?

will i ever have the same dream,

ignoring the part where i lose my life,

and paying all attention to the part that someone gave me life and color to it?

i couldn't put into words by how that night started and ended for me,

and not even realizing that the moment i closed my eyes and drifted to paradise,

i was in for another unknown journey.

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Inside

Inside A new me, I'm ready But who will I find? Inside I've gotta let go but could I lose my mind?

So, we are midway through our journey in volume 9...

Let's see if we can understand something more about the opening song, shall we?

In short, I think it is obvious now the song describes the idea of ascension and (probably) Ruby's feelings when it comes to this practice. The refrain keeps mentioning Ruby's main conflict. The need to let go of herself, but also the fear of who she is deep inside.

There is the hope of finding an easy way out. And the fear of discovering one's real identity.

That said, the interesting parts are the other stanzas, which are slowly acquiring more meaning as we discover more about the story.

Let's focus for example on the second part of the song:

Waves of gold overwhelm my senses A fire blooms Why should I fight to connect with a world I cannot exhume?

(Trusted love) That world is ungrateful A family estranged (Hatred won) What I'd give in exchange To be happy without trying

To her tree

The first stanza reminds me of the Blacksmith. After all, it mentions gold and a fire:

The Blacksmith forges new selves. She turns metals into gold and brings them to a new level of refinement and perfection (alchemy). And she does so through fire obviously. So, it is not farfetched to think these lines are describing the process of ascension from the point of view of someone experiencing it.

The second stanza describes Ruby's feelings over losing in Atlas (trusted love, hatred won) and how she is slowly losing hope. That said, there is an interesting tidbit about michrocosm and machrocosm:

That world is ungrateful A family estranged

The world (Salem) and the family (Summer). Ruby's 2 main burdens. The external conflict and the internal one. It is to escape both Ruby is thinking about ascension:

What I'd give in exchange To be happy without trying

Still, she is clearly misinterpreting what ascension really is about. It is supposed to be transformation through acceptance and not falling apart through oblivion.

Finally, this part still has two rather mysterious verses:

Why should I fight to connect with a world I cannot exhume?

What is the song talking about here? The macrochosm or the microchosm? The word world seems to suggest former, but the very final verse gives us an alternative interpretative key:

Inside our worlds unwind

A world can also be someone's inner universe, which I think is the case here. Exhume means to unbury. The world Ruby doesn't want to dig up is her own personal world. What's inside of her.

And then we arrive to:

To her tree

This verse is sang by a chorus. The chorus with the exception of the (trusted love) and (hatred won) seems to be relating Alyx's story. For example, let's consider the first part:

Sinking down into depths of nowhere I am undone Clasping tight onto memories I know They'll be overrun

(By a girl) We must live with balance But balance is blind (Lost her world) Vengeance is a riptide In a fairy tale, she'll find

Once again these two stanzas seem to describe for the most part the process of ascension. Losing yourself into nothingness and losing all your memories. The second stanzas specifically conveys anger and the idea of revenge. I wonder is this is meant to refer to Neo, as a mirror of Ruby's internilized anger. Or something. Still, the parts in parenthesis are the most interesting ones:

By a girl - Lost her world

To this we add:

In a fairy tale, she'll find - To her tree

The majority of the song is sung in first person. It is I or we, at most. It is not difficult to imagine Ruby singing it to herself, given her current state in the series. Still, some parts are just she. As if there is a story within the story. Alyx's. Or someone else's?

Is the she still Ruby? And others are simply commenting on her pain? This might be the case for Lost her world and In a fairy tale, she'll find. What about memories overrun by a girl? Is this a reference to how Ruby herself may choose to overrun her own memories? Or is the one overriding memories someone else? Someone who can say the tree is hers?

Has Alyx become the tree herself? Has she ascended into the tree? Or is maybe the tree and the she the Blacksmith?

Time will tell :P

Also, obviously this might all be wrong :''') Not all songs and not all parts of a song are meant to have a plot-related meaning. Inside is pretty clear thematically and it might just convey the idea of a story within the story and RWBY's struggle to reach the tree.

#rwby #rwby meta #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9

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BANOFFEE/ jshk ; amanene

・❥・fluff . cute . oneshot . alternate universe: human hanako/ amane . au where amane lives . cafes . dates . written for hananene wk 24

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Rich fragrance of coffee and vanilla infused walls, a piping hot cup of cappuccino in hands and posh cushions to sink in; the café was the best part of Nene’s day. She adored the warmth and sense of serenity that the hanging fairy lights provided, the smell of home that soaked deep within her bones with every sip of creamy heaven touching her lips. The bittersweet ambience eased out her tense muscles and she let out a lukewarm breath to stain the tinted glass window on her side.

Nene buried herself in the pages of her latest romance expedition, taking in every word religiously. Every one of her friends knew she was a stickler for love stories and everything sweet and enticing a café had to offer.

There was nothing that could exceed her enthusiasm for coffee and good reads, except for one, someone who collided into her life unannounced with nothing but a promise of love she so desired. Someone with caramel eyes, java tresses and lips that tasted better than any latte she’d ever consumed. Someone who made her cheeks bloom like a full-blown rose garden that shimmered in a full moon’s night.

Her Amane might not have been the Prince Charming she sought in her novels but he certainly was the King of her heart. She got more than what she bargained for! Amane had his own charm, unlike any Prince- unmatched and unrivalled- and she tumbled down for him to catch.

“Like what you see?”

Nene tilted her head in response and subtly averted her gaze towards the racks where varieties of pastries were displayed. A blush crept up her neck as she got caught staring at a pretty face. Her eyes still lingered but she could put up an excuse of looking at the selections of banoffee cakes behind him.

“Yeah. I think I know which cake to order.”

His lips curved into an amusing smile and Nene couldn’t feign ignorance at the butterflies that erupted in her ribcage.

“Alright, I’ll be taking your order then.”

He came up to her table and jotted down the list she provided.

“You’re waiting for someone?” he asked, without looking up from his notepad.

“My boyfriend. He’s supposed to take me out on a date today. I decided to come here and wait for him to finish his shift.”

“He works here? That’s a surprise.” Then he met her gaze, scanned her up and down with appreciating eyes and gave a firm nod “Lucky guy.”

“He is.”

She figured Amane couldn’t keep up the act any longer if his reddening face was any indication. She took his unoccupied hand that rested on the table in hers, running her thumb on his knuckles, she said, “But so am I. A lucky girl.”

Unable to hold himself back any more he sat down right by her side and gave her a crushing hug. Why did Nene have to be so cute and what did Amane do to deserve such a kind and considerate girlfriend. He must’ve saved a country in his previous life!

“I’m so sorry you’d to come all the way here because me,“ he grumbled, and Nene didn’t like the frown marring his handsome features.

“It wasn’t because of a bad reason! I came just cause I wanted to see you. And I couldn’t wait!“ she rushed out and the brightness came back full force.

“I promised you we would go to the museum today. I swear I didn’t know my shift would last longer! A colleague unexpectedly called in sick.” He still regretted that Nene had to be the one to come and wait him; she never had to do that before, because he always made sure to be on time, standing at her doorstep with a flower in his hand.

Nene fancied lilies and Amane liked peonies, but even if their personal choices weren’t available Nene always had a flower tucked in her hair on every date they’ve had so far. Unfortunately, now Amane couldn’t see a flower at hand to give it to her.

“It’s alright Amane-kun. I can see. You guys have a lot of customers today.”

“Of course. Just when we are running short of workers.”

That happened a lot; the world functioned in a funny way. But the world never sabotaged their date before.

“Listen Nene, I think- I think by the time we go to the museum it would already have been closed.”

“I know.” She didn’t seem angry. She wasn’t.

“I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you soon.” Amane bowed his head low to show his repentence.

“You need to stop apologizing for things that are out of your hands Amane-kun.” She lift his head and cupped his face, making him look at her in the eye and hoping he saw the understanding brimming. She couldn’t be mad at him, no matter how hard she tried, and especially not when it wasn’t even his fault. But Nene knew- Amane hated disappointing her.

She knew, more than her anger Amane hated her sadness. She won’t breathe a word about it but he would see right through her and then she would crack for him to know all that she’d kept hidden.

“I’ll never hold it against you,” she told him with an assuring whisper. Casting tentative glances around them to see if anybody eavesdropped at the exchange, she added as an afterthought “But- if you so insist, I can say you can make it up to me today itself~”

Upon seeing his lost expression, she pinched his cheeks and said teasingly, “Let’s have our date right here.”

Realization hit him and he slowly got up, determined.

“Okay. I’ll finish up quickly” But their fingers remained intertwined.

“And then we can enjoy our drinks together and I can read you my favourite part of this novel that I’m reading.” She gestured to the open book in her lap.

“That will be nice.” He bent down to give her a quick kiss and they became victims to prying eyes and hushed gossips around them. “I’ll be back soon.” And he walked away towards the counter to take up his position, put on the ‘customer service’ smile and began taking orders while simultaneously setting up the coffee machine to prepare them. He was chided by an elderly man- Nene assumed he was his employer- for slacking on the job and when he presented Nene with a mock glare she could only shrug.

Not her fault he couldn’t resist her in the first place.

“I love you.” Her lips moved and when Amane read the silent words he gave her a grin and yelled out for the world to know, “Love you too!”

#fluff #oneshot #cute #couple activities #established relationship #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun #yashiro nene #amane yugi #amanene #hananene

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Little Bird Starts Nesting

Chapter 2: Do I have to tell dad?

3rd and final work in The Way It Should've Been -series (AO3).

Rating: Mature (for now) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove & Original Character(s), Steve Harrington & Original Character(s) Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Original Character(s) Additional Tags: Harringrove, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Domestic Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Family Issues, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Unplanned Pregnancy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: Emma and Billy tell Steve about Emma's pregnancy. Steve doesn't take it well.

Read the whole series on AO3 >>

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“Please don’t tell dad,” Emma whispered through her tears “I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” Billy said. “He’s your dad, and he loves you.” Emma was silent for a while. “And you can’t keep secrets from him. I know.” Billy sighed and admitted: “And I can’t keep secrets from him. But it’s a good thing. Trust me. He understands.” “But what am I supposed to do, dada?” “Birdie,” Billy started and hugged Emma sideways, “You don’t have to know it right now.” “But I still have high school left and I’m supposed to go into college and...” Emma rambled. Billy stroke her arm. “Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself. We can figure it out together. Let’s book you an appointment tomorrow...” “Dada, please no, not yet...” Emma wailed. “Hey, I meant just to find out where you’re at. We need to know at least that for sure before anything else. Okay?” After a while, she nodded. “Will you come with me?” she whispered. Billy hugged her tighter. “Of course I will. I’m gonna be there for you all the way.”

Emma was quiet for a while. “But dada...” “Yes?” “Please don’t kill Ryan,” Emma whispered.

Billy looked ahead of him, stunned. “Uh...” She glanced up at him. “Because you totally thought of it.” Billy snorted. “Sure, it crossed my mind.” “Do you have any idea how hard it was to find someone who was brave enough to date me?” Billy raised his eyebrows. “It was hard? With your personality and looks? You had boys swarming around.” “Yeah, it was hard, actually,” Emma nodded with a small smile. “You have any idea how intimidating you are? You’ve scared all the boys away from me just by glaring at them as long as I can remember.” Billy shrugged and smiled a lopsided grin. “Well, I’m your dad. I should be intimidating. I know how boys are.” “Well, if one dad is scary, just imagine having two. And then the other one being you,” she smiled. “Ryan was scared shitless when I finally got him to agree to meet with you and dad for the first time. He wasn’t scared of dad at all. He just kept saying, ‘I hope your dada doesn’t kill me on the spot’ the entire drive here,” Emma laughed. But her smile vanished as soon as it had appeared. Billy smiled, took a deep breath, and pulled Emma into a tight hug. “Everyone makes mistakes, birdie.” They sat on Emma’s bed, hugging each other tight for a while, both sniffling. “Is it okay if I go get dad and you tell him?” Billy finally asked. Emma grimaced, but nodded.

Soon Steve stood in the doorway to Emma’s room. He glanced at Billy, who sat down in Emma’s chair and gave her a tissue to wipe her tears. “Close the door and sit, babe,” Billy said to Steve. Steve closed the door behind him and sat down on next to Emma on her bed and looked at her, concerned. “Okay, I’m listening.” “I’m pregnant, dad,” Emma whispered. Steve’s eyes widened, and his mouth hung slowly open. “How?” When Emma just played with the wet tissue in her hands, Billy took over. “Steve, you know how babies are made,” he said dryly. Steve looked at Billy. He was stunned and apparently equally horrified and confused about the concept of their daughter being pregnant. “Is it Ryan’s?” he asked after a while. Emma said nothing, but nodded. Steve leaned back and let out a deep breath. “How—how far is it?” Billy just shook his head. “Didn’t yet get that far. We’ll book a check-up tomorrow.” Steve stood up and paced around, running his hands through his hair. “Emma, we told you to take care of that stuff...” he snapped, spreading his hands and shaking his other one in the air, frustrated.

Emma started to cry again. “Steve, cut it out,” Billy growled. “She’s already terrified. You don’t have to add to that!” Anger flashed on Steve’s face when he glanced at Billy, but finally he stopped pacing and stood by the door, his hands on his hips, clenching his teeth. After a while, his expression turned desperate when he looked at Billy and then at Emma. “Emma, why?” “‘m sorry, dad,” she whispered. “Does it really matter why?” Billy asked Steve. Steve just shook his head and walked out of the room without another word. Billy looked after him and sighed. Then he looked back at Emma. “He’ll come around. He just needs to adjust.” He leaned forward to reach Emma’s arm and gently squeezed it. “This is not the end of the world.” Emma nodded and blew her nose. “Try to get some sleep. If you don’t want to go to school tomorrow, you don’t have to.” Emma looked at him, miserable. “Thanks, dada.” “Yeah. I’ll call the school in the morning and let them know you’re sick.”

When Billy left the room and closed the door behind him, looking at the corridor, he saw Annie and Jr. both peeking from the doorway of Annie’s room.

Billy walked to them, sighing. “Okay, you two. You heard it, right?” “Dad shouted at Emma,” Jr. said wide-eyed. Billy nodded and crossed his arms. “Yeah, he did. I’m sure he’s sorry about it.” “You shouted at her too, earlier. Is she in trouble?” Annie asked. Billy glanced at her. “No. It’s nothing like that.” Billy couldn’t look her in the eyes. He could see it in her, she knew it was serious. She was already thirteen, and she was getting older. Right now he couldn’t handle the idea of her growing and soon being the same age her sister was now, capable of being in that same situation... He felt the tears prickling under his skin.

Annie leaped to Billy and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tight. “Dada, it’s going to be okay,” she whispered. “Oh, bee,” he sniffled and hugged her back, his inner dam breaking. “That’s supposed to be my line, not yours.” They two were so alike, truly like father, like daughter and not only sharing the looks. Annie was a spitting image of Billy with the same blonde curls, blue eyes, thick lashes and cute nose. But both of them had emotions right under the surface—and the skill of reading each other with eerie accuracy. Jr. joined the hug, and Billy wrapped his other arm around the boy, pressing kisses on both of their heads. “I love you, my babies,” he whispered. “I’m not a baby anymore,” Jr. protested, mumbling from under Billy’s arm. Billy smiled. “You’re forever going to be my baby, even when you’re fifty,” he whispered into his hair, and let go. “You got no say in that, bugster.”

After ensuring both had done their homework and were ready for bed, Billy went downstairs to look for Steve. He finally found him sitting on the stairs of the back porch, looking out at the sea. Billy took the blankets from the living room couch with him and walked out to the porch into the cool night air. “Hey,” he said, more to announce himself rather than greet Steve, and touched gently Steve’s shoulder with the back of his fingers. When Steve didn’t protest, he took the other blanket and wrapped it around Steve’s shoulders. He sat next to him and wrapped himself in the other blanket. They sat there in silence for a long while, just listening to the roar of the ocean. “How long have you known?” Steve asked quietly. “She told me earlier today.” “Not exactly what I hoped for her...” “Oh, come on, we are the last people who should take this as if it destroys her life.” Billy wanted to scold Steve, but the words lacked the gravitas. He felt tears pooling in his eyes again. “Do you remember how much I wanted a baby back then?” Steve closed his eyes and swallowed. “I do.” He looked at Billy and smiled a little. “I’d never seen you so happy as you were when we found out about her.” Billy wiped his eyes on the blanket. “I had never been so happy before.” “Isn’t it kind of ironic that we’re on this side of the equation now?” “Yeah.” Billy sneaked his hand under Steve’s blanket to find his hand and laced their fingers. “Bittersweet, actually.” Steve shook his head. “It only now hit me how hard it must’ve been for Margaret and her husband. Their little girl, pregnant at seventeen.” Billy squeezed Steve’s hand. “I need you on Emma’s team with me, babe.” Steve returned the gesture. “I’m there. All the way. I was just surprised. It’s not exactly something you expect to happen at her age.” Billy leaned on Steve’s shoulder and sighed. “No, it’s not.”

#harringrove fic #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #steve x billy #billy x steve #emotional hurt/comfort #little bird starts nesting #suometar writes

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wordborne · 11 months

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All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. WARNING: 18+ CHAPTER: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 /8

It was quiet.

Eerily quiet.

Jerome was on your bed, forearm draped over his eyes to shield the little light that passed through the window’s thin curtains. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even turn his head when you approached him, hovering over him, brows furrowed.

“What’s up with you?”

“I’m tired.” He replied, the words coming from somewhere deep inside his chest, throat rasping with every syllable that came out of his mouth. It was so unlike him to be like that, lying completely still, looking alive only because his chest kept steadily rising and falling with every deep breath he took.

Jerome didn’t get tired. You’d seen him jumping, and slicing, and shooting, and doing a million things at once, mind going a mile a minute. Scheming. Laughing. Never like this. Never so… vulnerable.

It was a stupid idea, but what were you supposed to do? Say ‘ok’ and bid him goodnight when the tiredness seemed to seep out of his bones? He wasn’t being himself. He wasn’t the Jerome you knew. Your Jerome, said that little voice at the back of your head. The stubborn one that you’d locked in a part of your brain designated as Arkham that kept breaking out when it pleased. A little sigh escaped your lips when you dropped the armful of containers on the bed, the clinking and clanking making Jerome turn ever so slightly in their direction as you firmly straddled his lap- or, rather, his stomach. “What are you doing?” He croaked, taking his arm off his eyes to study you. “What makes me feel a little less shitty after a rough day.” You replied, rearranging everything in order for easier access. “Have you ever been to spa?” “Can’t you tell?” He answered drily, making a waving motion at his face. “Don’t be an asshole.” He didn’t flinch when you slapped his shoulder, only stared as you opened a little tube and squeezed a good amount of product on your fingers. “What’s that?” “Eye cream.” He snorted, and earned a pointed glare. “Just trust me.” You said, softer this time, ignoring the way Jerome’s eyes were boring into your face as you applied the cream with featherweight touches under his eyes. He hadn’t slept in a while, and it wouldn’t get rid of the dark circles, but it was something. Then, you applied some oils. Moisturizer. Asked him to open his mouth to apply a much-needed sugar scrub on his lips that he ended up licking away. “Don’t fucking eat that.” “It’s sugar.” “Sugar, chemicals and your nasty dead skin.” Jerome shrugged. “I’ve had worse things in my mouth.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed the moisturizer again to put a heavy dollop on the drier areas of his face. His eyes were on you, switching from your hand to your face, letting out a puff of hot air when you coaxed him to ease the frown on his face with your thumbs, lingering a little too much on his skin before tracing the freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks. “You used to be handsome.” “Still am.” “Nah, don’t think so. I liked the innocent boy I saw on TV back in the day.” “So, pretty boys are your type?” “No, not pretty boys.” You said, and gently slid one of your hands down his cheek. That had been enough to flip the switch. Your back was on the mattress now with Jerome on top of you, right hand on your throat, left forearm beside your head. “No, they aren’t. You like the ones who can wrap their hands around your neck and still make you feel safe.” He punctuated the last four words by tightening his grip, making your breath hitch. It wasn’t painful. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t meant to bruise. It was just there. Existing. Letting you know he could do it. But he wouldn’t. And you didn’t panic. Didn’t try to pry his hands off. He was right. In that little corner of the world, nothing else mattered but his hands on you. Their warmth. How it spread from your cheeks all the way down. How he pushed you as a warning when you tried to kiss him.

“Ah-ah. We are doing it my way.” His lips crashed against yours. It was messy. It was rough. A mix of bruised lips, teeth and tongues trying to follow a frantic rhythm as you worked on unbuttoning his shirt before stopping halfway through and going towards the zipper of his pants. You needed him. And you needed him now. He yanked your bottoms off, underwear included, and tossed them over his shoulder, forever lost in the darkness of the room. You were wet already, and you saw him grin when his fingers tentatively touched you. “You like it.” The stretch burned when he entered you, and he cooed when you shut your eyes, feeling the pain turn into pleasure when he started moving his hips, angling you the way he liked it. “You love me.” His grip on your hip was bruising now and would leave a purple mark that said he’d been there. That you’d called out his name. Begged. Pleaded for more, and he was more than happy to give it to you rough and hard. Now you were on top, his hips snapping up with every downward stroke. And there it was. That sparkle in his eyes as he helped you down. And, maybe, it was dumb. And silly. And he’d leave. But you laid down on his chest, arms on either side of him, stopping when he tried to fuck into you. “Let me.” You whispered, wanted a sliver of control. Just once. Just to show him how much you cared. How you cared. He caved, hands still on your hips, the purple already forming. But you went slow. Stopped when he tried to rush it. And then, kissed him tenderly. Lovingly. Moving your body at the same leisured pace until he got what you wanted, lips in tune with the thrusts. And it felt so good. To be so in sync. Enjoying the moment. Tasting him in your mouth. Feeling him in your bones. Time seemed to stop, but the pleasure never ended. It took you higher and higher to know Jerome could care like this. That, maybe, that boy from the news was still there, somehow, craving this. Craving you in ways he didn’t allow himself to. He came hard after you did, riding off the waves of pleasure as he throbbed inside you. And now he was looking at you like that again. Like you were the mismatched piece of a puzzle.

He laughed, head thrown back into the pillows, breathing hard, a thin layer of sweat coating his body.

“I don’t get you.”

“You like it.” You said, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. Then, on his temple, a whisper only half-meant to be heard. “You love me.”

#Gotham #Gotham TV #Jerome Valeska #Jerome #Jerome Valeska/Reader #Jerome/Reader #Fanfiction #my stuff

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