#but tonight has been my biggest breakdown in a while

[harlowsbby]

Disclosure part two

“Where did Urban and Y/N go? They were just here not even a minute ago.” Jack asked Neelam once he finished his interview with The Breakfast Club.

“Uh I’m not sure but all I remember is Y/N leaving the room with Urban behind her I think they went to the Suv or something.” Neelam wasn’t paying much attention just going through and organizing other meetings Jack had for the day.

“They didn’t say anything to you? Did Y/N look okay?” Jack had a feeling you had left due to what he said but he wasn’t so sure.

“Let’s get going shall we? You have another interview with Good Morning America and your performance and guest appearance for the tonight show later on tonight.”

As Jack and Neelam walked back towards the Suv the only thing on his mind was you. He knew you were outside of the room while he did his interview but he wasn’t sure if you had left because you weren’t feeling well or because of what he said.

“Neelam just messaged me, Jack and her are on their way back to the car, do you want me to say anything to him?” You sat next to Urban just starring into space Jack just basically said you downright bashed you not just in front of three people for in front of the whole entire world.

“My assistant isn’t my type I mean she’s got a body but not one like Ari Fletcher or Stassie you know I want me a women like that and a women who takes care of herself.” His words flooded your mind, did he really feel that way about you? If so why not just tell you that to your face it would’ve spared you the heartache.

“Don’t bother Urban, he isn’t worth getting all riled up over I’ll just try my best to ignore him.”

“Are you sure? I don’t really fight but I’ll fight him if you really want.” You laughed as Urban began to punch the air, demonstrating what he’d do to Jack.

“I promise Urban it’s okay.” You relax back in the seat and sighed you weren’t sure how you were to ignore Jack you were his assistant for crying out loud the two of you had to communicate, you were taken out of your thought by the door opening, revealing a worried face Jack.

“Hey Urban, Y/N.”

“Hey Jack.” Urban mumbled and kept scrolling on his phone. Jack looked over at you waiting for an answer or something. You felt his intense stare at you but you kept your gaze out the window you knew if you made eye contact with Jack you’d have a breakdown.

“Alright well let’s not have everyone speak at once.” Neelam joked when she noticed the awkward tension in the room. “Driver take us to Good Morning America please.”

“You got it Neelam.” The driver shut the door and you were off. Once you all arrived to the set of Good Morning America you stayed close to Urban.

The minute you arrived inside you felt like everyone’s eyes were on you, everyone was mumbling and eyeing you and you had a feeling it was because of what happened earlier.

“Jack! Welcome to Good Morning America how are you liking New York so far?” One of the news ladies named Ariel greeted Jack.

“I love New York it always has my heart it’s been good to me so far.” Jack gave her that oh so charming smile.

“I’m glad to hear that Jack, well your dressing room is right around the corner we’ll let you get ready and the show airs in about 20 minutes.”

“Sounds good see you in 20 Ariel.”

Jack and Neelam walked towards the dressing room he stopped when he noticed Urban and You weren’t following behind him.

“Are you two not coming?”

“Actually no I need some fresh air I think I might go walk around for a bit, what about you Urban?”

“I’m going to go smoke and call Sunni but I’ll act you around Jack.” You gave Jack a side smile before disappearing.

“I think she’s mad at me.” Jack flopped on the couch and rubbed his forehead.

“Well I’d be upset too if I got bashed on one of the biggest radio shows in America.”

“But I was only trying to protect her I guess.”

“Protect her how Jack? Because I’m sure Y/N isn’t ever going to talk to you again and I don’t blame her.”

“I just don’t want anybody to be with her and I figured me saying that will keep the men away.” Jack knew he sounded selfish and he was being selfish the two of you were in this sort of situation-ship but he was the only one making it an issue, you were ready to be committed to Jack and only Jack but he didn’t know how to commit.

“Jack I think you should talk to Y/N about it I see the way you look at her and the way she looks at you, I think you’re ready for a relationship but somethings holding you back. Anyways the show starts in a few minutes so get ready and I’ll see you out there.”

Neelam gave Jack’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving the dressing room.

Jack hated the way you were dodging him but that’s only because he knew you heard every single thing he said this morning and he felt like the biggest jerk because of it, maybe Neelam was right instead of pulling you along and stringing you along he should let you go.

You walked around the stage looking at all the pictures on the wall from other celebrities who cohosted or performed on Good Morning America, when your stomach began to rumble, you remembered Ariel telling you that there was a snack area so you quickly made your way towards the snack area.

You were about to turn the corner when you heard voices mumbling.

“Yeah did you see that Jack Harlow is here.” “I did! He’s so dreamy and charming I wish he was my man so bad.” You mentally scoffed.

“Did you see his assistant is here as well.” “I mean yeah why wouldn’t she be isn’t she his assistant?” One of the workers laughed. “You didn’t see what he said about her earlier?” “No?”

“It’s trending all over twitter and the shade room he basically denied that they are together and said she doesn’t take care of herself and basically said she isn’t exactly his type.”

“He said that?”

“He sure did I feel so bad for her she looks like such a sweetheart.” You we’re trending on Twitter? You had no idea you were so out of that you didn’t even have time to check your social media.

“Anyways let’s get going the show is starting now.” The two works left leaving you alone, you pulled out your phone before logging into Twitter and sure enough you were trending.

“Jack Harlow bashes his assistant, Jack Harlow claims he wants a girl like Stassie and not a lowlife.”

“Well that one hurt.” You mumbled to yourself, you rolled your eyes and stuffed your phone in your pocket before going into the bathroom.

You looked yourself over in the mirror and sighed, maybe Jack was right you could hold yourself to a higher stander, you were wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats it made you look bigger than what you are. Your hair was well it was a mess, the bags under your eyes didn’t help and you were long overdue for a manicure and your eyebrows needed to be threaded.

If Jack thought you could present yourself a bit better then you were going to show him, you were going to prove to him and the rest of the world that you could be what he wanted and maybe he’d take you serious.

Jack looked around in the audience not seeing you anywhere, the show was starting in 3 minutes and you were nowhere to be seen. He looked at Neelam with his eyebrows furrowed before mouthing.

“Where is Y/N.” She quickly mouthed “I don’t know.” And shrugged her shoulders.

“Jack are you ready?” Ariel gave him a warm smile which he somewhat returned, his mind was on he was wondering where you were and what you were doing.

“Never been more ready in my life.” He gave her a sharp smile before turning to the screen.

“And we’re on in 3..2..1.” The camera man said aloud.

“Good morning America I’m Ariel.” “And I’m Jack Harlow.” “And you’re watching Good Morning America.” They both said in unison.

The entire show Jack was out of it he just prayed all his fans and friends back home didn’t pick up on it.

Later that day

You had finally made it back to the hotel room after being out shopping all day. You got a complete makeover and it might’ve damaged your savings a bit but it was worth it.

You had your hair dyed, you bought new shoes and outfits and a little skimpy dress for the club tonight. You were proud with everything you’ve bought. You even got your nail and toes done.

“Wow you look good Y/N.” The doorman complemented you. “Thank you Earl.” You laughed before heading towards the elevators.

Once you arrived to the suite you were a bit hesitant at knocking at first you weren’t ready to see nor deal with Jack but you weren’t about to let him ruin your mood. You knocked a few times and after awhile the door opened revealing a worried looking Jack.

“Where have you been Y/N?! It’s.. what time is it Urban and what happened to you?.” Jack stepped out of the way to let you inside.

“It’s exactly 9pm. If you’re going to be out all day at least tell woah.” Urban stopped talking mid sentence, you looked absolutely breath taking.

“You got a makeover?” Urban smiled. “Yeah I guess I did.” You smiled back and tossed all your bags on the bed.

“Do I look good?” You did a little twirl in your mini skirt you had picked out, Jack groaned when he saw a glimpse of your pink thong showing.

“You look fucking amazing.” Urban complemented you. “Thank you Urban I’m glad someone finds me attractive.” You stated sarcastically, Jack’s face softened.

“Y/N I didn’t mean anything I said.” You scoffed. “Jack just save it alright I don’t care what you have to say anymore. If you want someone like Stassie go right ahead. I’m not stopping you anymore.” You whispered.

Jack was about to say something but was cut off by the knock on the door.

“Come in!!” Urban yelled, the door opened revealing Ace and Nemo. “What’s going on everyone?! Y’all ready to party tonight.”

Nemo managed to get you all in one of the newest clubs in New York tonight it was the perfect opportunity to show Jack just exactly what he’d be missing.

“Oh I’m more than ready I need a few shots or two.” Urban joked. “Alright everyone go get ready and Ace and I will meet you back down in the lobby in about 20 minutes?”

“Sounds good.”

You quickly showered before leaning over the counter and doing your makeup, after applying your some lipgloss you put on your dress well if you could even call it a dress, it showed little to none but covered just enough, you felt and looked good.

Putting on your heels you made sure you had everything in your purse before heading out. Once you made it to the lobby there stood all the guys laughing and talking.

“Well if it isn’t the women of the hour, damn you’ve been looking good Y/N.” Ace bit his lip which Jack notice. Jack so badly wanted to make you go upstairs and change but you weren’t his girl.

“Thank you Ace.”

“No thank you.” He whistled along with Nemo and Sunni.

“Not too much on my friend now back off.” Urban tried his best to shield you. “Let’s get going we don’t wanna be late.” Neelam told you all. Just as you were about to follow after them Jack grabbed ahold of your arm.

“What are you wearing?” “Uhh my dress.” You defended yourself. “A dress? you’re barley wearing anything Y/N you need to go change.”

“Jack leave me alone we aren’t even together why do you care what I wear. I can wear what I want and when I want. Besides I thought you’d be happy but I guess there isn’t any please you.” Breaking away from his brace you turned around and walked outside to the Suv.

The entire ride to the club Jack stayed silent he kept his head down. He felt terrible for what he said and losing you in the process made everything even more worse.

He watched how you laughed and joked with Ace and Urban and Neelam he wanted to enjoy himself tonight but he couldn’t bring himself to.

“Wait wait what are the rules for tonight?” You giggled and leaned into Urban, taking his arm and wrapping it around you.

“Rules?!” You asked. “Everyone is on a mission to get either fucked up tonight or sleep with someone tonight.” Neelam laughed and shook her head at Ace’s rule.

“What kinda rule is that?” You laughed. “A wonderful rule now let’s go.” The club was massive it seemed like something out a movie.

They had dancers walking around, the bottle girls walking around shaking bottles and pouring shots in everyone’s mouth. A few people throwing money in the air.

“Everyone meet back up here in a few hours and remember the rules, whoever doesn’t follow the rules does laundry for the next two weeks.” You all groaned but set out to follow Ace’s “rules”

You were an introvert going outside and partying wasn’t really your scene and Jack knew that, he watched you from one of the booths as you stood near the bar awkwardly and laughed to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Neelam came up from behind him. “Just Y/N is all, look at her over there by the bar.” You we’re attempting to call the bartender for a drink. “Why don’t you help her instead of laughing at her Jack.”

“Why would I do that she hates me remember.” Neelam sighed. “Maybe if you apologized she wouldn’t hate you.” “I’m good besides looks like she’ll be forgetting about me for the night.”

Jack’s jaw tightened watching some man come up to you and what he assumed was asking you if you wanted a drink which you happily accepted he watched how the man’s hand rested dangerously close to your ass.

For the entire night you sat at the bar with Ruben talking and laughing about anything and everything you had completely forgotten about Jack.

“So what are you doing all alone at a bar?” Ruben asked you. “I’m not all alone I came with my friends.” You laughed you weren’t even sure what was funny but you were positive it was the alcohol getting to you.

“Well how about we get out of here and have a little party of our own?” Ruben smirked and his hand that was rested on your thigh slowly started creeping up to your core, you moaned softly but nodded your head yes.

“Let’s go then baby girl.” He took your hand in his before guiding you to the exit.

“Where the hell does she think he’s going?” Jack mumbled to himself but Urban overhead him.

“Who?” Y/N she’s leaving with some random ass dude.” “She’s following my rules let her be.” Jack smacked his lips.

“Screw your rules Ace I’m not letting her leave with some random creep.” Jack got up quickly and huffed squeezing his way past a bunch of sweaty and drunk bodies before he finally managed to make it you before you left.

“Jack? What are you doing.” You slurred your words your eyebrows furrowed as he blocked the exit. “I’m not letting you leave with this man Y/N, I don’t care how upset you get with me.” You rolled your eyes and tried pushing past him but he wasn’t letting up.

“Jack move out of my way.” “No I said you aren’t leaving, look man she isn’t leaving with you.” Jack told Ruben. “Yes I am leaving with him now move Jack.”

“I suggest you listen to the lady.” Ruben told Jack. “Or what?” Jack moved over towards Ruben and you were lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on right now, Jack towered of Ruben just a bit.

“We’re going to have a problem buddy.” A crowd was starting to form. “Is that so?” Jack asked Ruben.

“Jack please just leave me alone you’ve done enough damage for the day, don’t you think?” His eyes softened at your words. “I just want you to be safe Y/N and being a whore for the night isn’t going to keep you safe.”

“Oh so I’m a whore now?” “I didn’t mean it like that-.” Before he was able to finish his sentence you cut him off.

“No Jack you did mean it just like how you meant every single thing you said about me this morning, do you understand how bad that hurt me? I went out and spent half of my savings just to prove you wrong.” You voice began to crack and your eyes filled with tears.

Everyone in the room were now focused on the two of you, flashlights and cameras were being pointed in your face but you didn’t care.

“You play with my mind and my emotions and I’m done with it Jack, you claim you want me but yet come home with stained lipstick on your shirts and I can’t do it anymore it’s either you want me or you don’t.”

“Can we talk about this somewhere else Y/N.” “No Jack I need to know now, are we going to be something or not.” Once you didn’t answer you knew right then and there you had your answer.

“I should’ve known.” You spoke your voice barley above a whisper. “Let’s go Ruben.” You took his hand before pushing past Jack and out of the club.

“I mean at least she followed my rules.” Ace joked. “Now isn’t the time Ace.” Sunni told him.

Jack looked at the spot you were once in, he fucked up and fucked up bad. He loved you he did but he was afraid of commitment. Everything he loved always ended up leaving him in the end and he didn’t want that to be the case for the two of you.

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Job Struggles

Pairing: Kim Burgess x (Firefighter Wife!)Reader

Original Request: If possible could you do a Kim Burgess x Firefighter Wife Reader where reader works at firehouse 51 on Squad 3 with Kelly and the others and while they are on the way back to the station after responding to a call Reader gets a call from Kevin saying that Kim was shot reader start to lose their mind with fear and anger in the truck and when they get to med and reader sees Kim the way they are reader has a complete emotional break down (this takes place in 8×16

Summary: Being in Chicago's biggest law enforcement branches is a grueling job. For both you and Kim Burgess. However, has given you Perks as you were super close with Intelligence. However, after working a call, you get a call form Kevin Atwater.... En Route back to 51...

Warnings: Near-Death (Kim), Panic Attack/Mental Breakdown

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Walkie Comm

Theme: The Scientist - Coldplay

A/n: None

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“I think Sarge will move on the crime ring to apprehend Roy Walton,” Kim says, putting on a long sleeve shirt

“Must be nice getting all that action,” You sigh, clipping your belt on

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be saving lives,” Kim says, turning to you as you finish putting on your work shirt, “Getting to run into fire... Save people... Risk your life...”

“Kim,” You start, wrapping your arms around her hips, “The PD do the exact same thing, but you kill people if that was your last option... We try to prevent lives from being taken and take down fires.”

“Don’t you also take care of hazardous waste?” Kim asks, “You are apart of Squad 3 after all.”

That part was true. You were apart of Firehouse 51′s Rescue Squad 3. It wasn’t very common for females to be apart of the rescue squad. However, you wanted to make it so that you were the first female to become apart of Squad 3. Now here you were...

“It's not that big of a deal,” You sigh, “I’m not Lieutenant Severide, or the driver/engineer... Just someone who's on the Squad.”

Kim scoffs at your modesty.

“It may not be the most glamorous job ever to exist, but, you do all the heavy-lifting,” Kim says

“Actually that’s everyone in the department, regardless of what your position is,” You clarify, “I’m just the one who does it a little bit more...”

Kim presses her palms against your toned biceps, giving them a firm squeeze.

“Hmm... That’s still hot though,” Kim flirts, “Hotter than Ruzek.”

Your snort bursts into a laugh; you knew of Kim’s history with him. Although you initially resented each other due to both of your feelings towards Kim, you won in the end. However, the both of you began growing a friendship after awhile. He helps you keep tabs on Kim while at work or her and Makayla when you’re doing a double shift at 51.

“Do you think you’ll be home tonight?” You ask

“Don’t know,” Kim sighs, “Intelligence has been at this for the last couple of days. Sarge has been working us hard...”

“Hmmm,” You sigh, tilting your head downward to her ear, “When you bring that cute ass back home I’ll work you hard...”

You force your knee between Kim’s legs as you press it against her crotch. She lets out a startling moan as she pushes you away from her.

“If you continue to do that to me, We’d be late for work,” She smiles

“You know I’d risk being late for work,” You smirk

“Careful there Ms. Firefighter,” Kim says, tugging you by your belt, “Don’t forget that I’m. cop...”

You hear metal click against one another, you see her handcuffs. 

+*+

Coming home to the apartment by yourself was an odd feeling but not a new one.

“Y/n!” Makayla runs up to hug your midsection

“Hey kiddo,” You smile, putting your duffle bag onto the ground

“Hi Mrs. Burgess,” Gabby greets you with a smile

“Gabby, for the last time, you can refer to me by my first name,” You chuckle, “No need for formalities. did this one behave while Kim and I were out?”

Gabby nods, “Made sure she did her homework as soon as she got out of school, 

“Hey, have you heard for Kim at all today?” You lean in close to Gabby, hoping that Makayla would hear Kim’s name 

Gabby shakes her head, “She hasn’t been here since I got here this morning.”

“Okay,” You sigh, “Thank you Gabby, drive home safe.”

Gabby nods as she gathers her things to make her leave for the night. You tuck in Makayla into bed as you walk out into the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. 

+*+

The next morning you opened your eyes, still half asleep. But you were hoping that you felt Kim’s arm around your midsection; nothing. 

Maybe she crashed with Ruzek or Atwater...

You help Makayla get dressed, get her breakfast and the both of you hop into your car.

“You remember what you and Kim talked about?” You ask her, helping her with her backpack

She nods.

“Good,” You smile, patting her on the head, “Have a good day at school kiddo!”

You watch her talk off from your car and into her school. You watch her catch up with her homeroom teacher. You drive off to Firehouse 51 to start your day.

“Hey Y/n, whoa everything okay?” Severide asks

“Kim hasn’t been home since before we both left for work yesterday morning...” You sigh, “I’m worried...”

“Has anyone else from Intelligence gotten in touch with you?” He asks

“I figured they were busy, so I didn’t really reach out to anyone,” You say

“That is true, we did hear them asking on a big case,” He says

Before the both of you could converse further, the alarm goes off.

Truck 81 Ambulance 61 Squad 3 Structural Fire at [Insert Random Chicago Address Here]

You and Severide share a look of ‘oh boy’ before rushing to your turnout gear.

+*+

You take off your helmet as the truck roars, groaning from the amount of pressure growing; the fact your wife hadn’t returned home last night and the structure fire was a little more than you had bargained for. You and the rest of 51 were riding back to the station after taking care of a hazardous fire. Your squad just sat in silence as the truck makes its ambient noises. However, an extra sound echoed throughout the truck’s interior.

Shit...

You reach into your no-longer secret compartment in your area of the truck and low and behold; it was your phone in particular.

“Y/n, you knew the rules, no phones while we go out on calls,” Joe Cruz states

“I know that,” You sigh, “Intelligence and all of PD are on an important investigation and Kim hasn’t gotten back to me since before work yesterday... Both by phone and physically returning home.”

“Joe it’s fine,” Severide states, “Good thinking you didn’t have it on you out there.”

Once you finally look down at your phone, you see Adam’s name come up. Immediately you pick up the call.

“Kevin?” You speak

“Finally!” He says, “I’ve been trying to reach you for the last hour!”

“Sorry, was taking care of a hazardous fire,” You summarize, “What’s going on? Why hasn’t Kim reached out to me?”

“That’s just it, Kim was kidnapped and is in the hospital,” Atwater states

Your heart drops. You nearly let your phone slip out of your hands

“I need you to get to Med as soon as possible,” He says, “Since you’re her next to kin.”

“I’ll try...” You say, hanging up the phone

That was when you unconsciously let your phone slip out of your hand. It startles everyone and the attention draws onto you. However, they were unnerved; your face had gone pale, cold sweat began emitting from your pores, your eyes: saying they’ve just seen a ghost, the way your fingers were heavily fidgeting with one another... 

“Tony...” You call out to him, “Take me to Med.”

“I need to get the rig back to 51,” Tony states

“Tony, just get to Med, I’ll contact the rest of the rigs and Chief Boden,” Severide states, “Whatever it is Y/n, We’ll get you there okay?”

No words could exit your mouth, you could only nod and continue sitting in utter silence as your fingers continued to fidget. 

+*+

You nearly break the glass of the sliding doors as you rush through the doors of the Trauma floor.

“Y/n Burgess?” Maggie asks you

“Yeah, that’s me,” You say, “Where’s Kim?” 

“Follow me,” She says

As you enter the hospital rooms. you see the Intelligence department. Atwater was the one who stood up to follow you.

“How long was she here for?” You ask him

“Since last night...” He explains, “She didn’t have any of her equipment so it was hard to exactly find out where she was...”

“Maggie, how bad is it?” You ask

“She had lost a lot of blood by the time she got in,” She explains, 

You didn’t even open the door to Kim’s hospital room, the view from the door’s window was enough to send you onto your knees. 

“Oh my god!” You yelp

Atwater catches you just before your legs gave out. He places his hand against your palm as you sob into his shoulder.

“Y/n, she did survive her surgery,” Maggie adds, “But, barely. We don't know when it’ll be until she wakes up.”

“So basically...” You sniffle, re-composing yourself, “It’s just a waiting game?”

She nods, “But, your best bet is to be there for your kid right now. I’m going to keep Intelligence and yourself.”

You nod, agreeing.

+*+

In all honesty, it was difficult.... To keep the fact Kim almost died from Makayla until Kim was awake. You sit at her bedside, she was still unconscious as the monitor tracking her heart rate kept a steady beat, filling the silent room with white noise. You look down at your watch and stand. However, instead of putting your Squad 3 Jacket on, you place it over Kim’s upper body, carefully, making sure it didn’t snag on any 

“Why hasn’t Kim come back home yet?” Makayla breaks the question to you

You stop coloring with her and stare down at the coloring page.

“Y/n?” Makayla tries to see your face

“Kim had to do some hero things at work. And some heroes get hurt, so they have to go to a certain place to get those boo boos treated, or else they wouldn’t get better,” You try to explain to her, trying to downplay that Kim almost died

“Can we go see her?” sHe asks

You contemplate... You didn’t want Makayla seeing Kim laying in the hospital bed, unconscious.

“Yeah,. yeah we can,” Was what came out of your mouth

+*+

You knock on Kim’s door as you slowly open it for Makayla. She rushes in and holds Kim’s hand carefully.

“Hey stinkers,” She smiles, sighing

“How are you feeling?” You ask her

“Better,” She smiles at you, “I should be able to come home in the next few days

You nod.

“Thanks for the jacket,” She smiles, gesturing to the one she kept in her lap, “Missed you.”

“Missed you too...” You sigh

“And how is our little girl?” She changes her view to your daughter

“I’m good,” She smiles back, “When are you going to come home?”

“As soon as the doctor clears me,” She tells her

The three of you hear a knock at the door, causing you three to turn to them.

“Hey doc,” Kim greets him

“Are you?...” He asks

“Y/n Burgess,” You say

“I have good news,” He says, “Kim is all cleared to return home. But, she needs to be at home until her wounds fully heal.”

“Done,” You say

+*+

Kim’s POV You had just changed into your PJs for the night however, you needed to change the bandages before you went to bed. 

“Need help?” A voice calls out to you

You turn around carefully and see your wife in the doorway.

“Your wife’s fine, thanks,” You try to play it off

However, you weren’t thinking and wench in pain at your gut. You feel Y/n’s presence right down your neck as you felt her body heat. 

“I got it,” She says

She walks to be in front of you, but then kneels down as she carefully places her palms on your ribcage as she removes the soiled bandages and gently places them over the new ones. 

Y/n’s POV You shift your eyes upward to see Kim’s eyes shifted to you. watching you. You lean forward and place the most gentle kiss you could ever give right on top of the bandaged wounds. You look up at her and listen to her deep sighs as you put another kiss on the other wound. 

“What are you doing?” She hisses

“Making these heal faster,” You smile

However, she begins catching on when you begin kissing higher. However, she stops you and brings your face close to hers.

“You have work tomorrow and you need rest,” Kim says, “Once I’m fully healed and back into work...”

She tugs on your shirt and leans towards your ear, her lips nearly hovering over it. 

“I’m going to work you hard...” She whispers 

You chuckle as she readjusts herself and settles her hands against your shoulders.

“I’ll count on that,” You smile

Without giving her much work, you lean down slightly and kiss her. 

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[sunghun]

enhypen when you call them by their name

requested; yes :)

warnings; some cursing, brief mentions of food

note; i feel like its been so long since i've posted a reaction/headcanon 😭😭 idk whats up but i just haven't been in the best place mentally for a while now and i've been lacking in motivation to write pretty much anything lol :') hopefully i can get over this slump soon tho!

희승 - heeseung;

"hey heeseung could you hand me my phone?"

"yeah sure here you go"

on the outside he'll pretend nothings wrong

but on the inside....

mans is having a whole breakdown 😔😔

did he forget something?

or say something??

or do something???

WHAT DID HE DO

but ofc he wont say anything to u about it

so finally after like an hour of you calling him by his name and getting no reaction

you give up out of boredom

much to the relief of your poor boyfriend

“hey babe do you-“

let’s out the BIGGEST sigh

“oh thank goodness i thought you were mad at me”

“? no?? i was just seeing how would react lol”

…..

“are you kidding me 😐”

stormiiii u look like mommy baby

makes you promise to not do it again bc his heart can’t handle the stress </3

제이 - jay;

“so jay i was-“

“that’s not my name to you”

“jay could you-“

“no”

will straight up Not do anything for you if you do this to him

like fr there is nothing he hates more than you calling him by his name

hates it even more if you call him jongseong 😭

“jongseong~”

“you’re on thin fucking ice sweetheart”

oh yeah even tho you’re torturing him by using his government name

he’ll still call you the sweetest pet names in the book :)

but they’ll get progressively weirder the longer you do it

“hey jay”

“hey sugar”

“jay which do you like better?”

“idk cupcake it’s up to you”

“jay could you bring me some water?”

“of course eggie anything for you”

eventually you cave after getting called mac n’ cheese

“OKAY. darling, baby, love of my life. i’ll call you whatever you want just please stop using food as nicknames for me”

“sure thing pumpkin 😉”

제이크 - jake;

“hey jake should we eat out tonight?”

“what did i do”

gets straight to the point like

he has no time for this jake nonsense

go back to babe :/

“wdym you didn’t do anything?”

“then what’s with this ‘jake’ stuff”

“……it’s your name”

“no it’s not :( it’s babycakes :((”

gets SO pouty if you keep using his name

“oh jake did-“

“NAUUUURR why do you keep doing this 😞😞”

if you keep it up for more than a few hours he might try and bribe you lol

“if you stop calling me jake i’ll let you pick out the movie for tonight”

“jake you let me do that anyway”

“damn it”

eventually tho

when you finally give up and start calling him baby again

be prepared to be attacked with kisses :(

“thankyouthankyouthankyou. please never do that again :((“

and how could you resist those puppy eyes 🥺

성훈 - sunghoon;

“hey sunghoon could you hand me the remote”

“yeah….sure…..”

is Very Unsettled

he’s not super crazy about pet names even tho he’ll call you the occasional ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’

but he knows for a fact that you love to use them for him

so why is he suddenly sunghoon??

What Happened 🧐🧐

might be a little cautious around you for a bit

but once he realizes that you’re not mad at him or anything

and you’re just doing it to mess with him

then be prepared to get called the cheesiest, most ridiculous pet names

“hey sunghoon what do you think about this shirt?”

“it’s looks good sweet cheeks!”

“sunghoon could come here for a second?”

“of course sugar lips”

“sunghoon would you mind bringing me the chips?”

“of course not schnookums”

moral of the story is

unless you’re willing to be called a plethora of ridiculous names

don’t pull the sunghoon card

bc he could go on for days <3

선우 - sunoo;

do NOT do this unless you are willing to deal with an extremely sassy sunoo

bc he Will get offended

“hey sunoo you wanna watch a movie later?”

“excuse me? what did you just call me??”

“sunoo….?”

“okay 🙄 whatever you say”

seriously tho

he may low-key turn into a brat rip </3

“sunoo can you bring me my bag?”

“i don’t know, CAN i??”

my bro does not mess around

his name to you isn’t sunoo and it will never be sunoo

and if you somehow manage to put up with it for a while

he’ll pull the uno reverse card on you

“sunoo have you seen my charger?”

“last i saw it was in the living from Y/N”

and ur just like wait no

don’t worry tho as soon as you go back to your regular pet names the monster in him dies and he goes back to being your sweet boyfie <3

“hey baby could you bring me some water?”

“of course angel would you like anything else as well?”

his range <33

정원 - jungwon;

“jungwon look at this meme!”

unsettled part 2

who are you and what have you done to y/n

bc you don’t ever use his name?

it’s always a pet name or some kind of cute variation of his name

But Just Jungwon ??

never

doesn’t really react on the outside

but mentally he’s desperately trying to figure out what’s going on

he knows for a fact that he didn’t forget anything

and to his knowledge he hasn’t upset you in any way

maybe this is your way of trying to say you want him to use pet names for you more?

bc other than the occasional babe he doesn’t really call u anything special :/

so the next time you use his name he’s Prepared

“jungwon do you want anything while i’m up?”

“all i need is you, my sweet muffin 😉”

“okay…..”

“omg jungwon you have to listen to this song!”

“sure thing honeybun”

“…..right.”

lmao needless to say it kind of backfires on both of you

but when you go back to calling him baby and honey and all that he is very relieved

니키 - niki;

“hey riki you wanna play mario cart?”

“yeah sure!”

unfortunately this boy doesn’t react at all :[

which you find kinda weird considering you hardly call him by his name at all??

like he’s always been babe to you

and now that you actually use his name

he doesn’t do or say anything??

“do you wanna come to the store with me riki?”

“yeah let’s go!”

“riki hand me those scissors please”

“here you go”

boooo how boring :/

internally tho…..

he’s kinda freaking out </3

bc hello?

you’ve always called him babe or some other affectionate term

and now he’s suddenly riki?

immediately goes to the worst possible situation like

oh no they’re breaking up with me and this is how they’re trying to break it to me

but once you give up the prank after continually getting no reaction from him

he is Very relieved

“hey babe do you want a snack?”

“oh THANK GOD”

and you’re just like 🤨

“damn i didn’t know you were that hungry-“

“Please give me a warning before using my name next time”

is very happy to be called baby as long as it’s by you <3

#enhypen imagines #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff

[constellaj]

top ten danny phantom episodes based solely on how gay dash is in them

i will not be ranking these based on plot, animation, or literally any other criteria ok here we go

10: Public Enemies

dash himself is not very gay in this one but danny does beat him up and he gets the angst of being possessed and not remembering what happens. also this screenshot is literally so gay

4/10 for wasted potential in proving dash is gay. this couldve gone so much harder. but bonus points for for passed out dash

9: Doctor’s Disorders

fellas is it gay to lock yourself in a bathroom stall so fenturd doesnt see the horrible monster youve become, tell him to ‘get away,’ and then pass out before being able to fight him despite being a school jock who could probably deal some damage and has a better immune system than the other kids? is it also gay to then when your entire life revolves around ghosts and having ghost powers to watch a sappy romcom while waiting for phantom to come save you? the answer is yes. 6/10 again it couldve gone harder

8: Frightmare

again dash himself isnt explicitly gay in this episode. but danny why is your ultimate dream scenario being best friends with dash and having him know your secret. it gets a higher rating than the other two bc its literally a wish fulfillment scenario aka 174% more gay. but mathematically speaking 2/10 for baiting me with dash in the first two minutes and then never bringing him back

7: Forever Phantom

“watch it, fentertainment tonight! i’m chasin’ a real somebody!” 10/10

also spending the entire episode devoted to hanging with phantom + another reference to the romance channel. not very nuanced but still very gay

6: Reality Trip

what do you think it means when the school jock finds out your secret, wastes exactly 0 time in helping you, and finds a way to shoehorn in giving you his clothes to wear while doing it. dash was only in this entire movie for like 4 minutes but damn if he wasnt homosexual for all of them 7/10

5: Ultimate Enemy

”but dash wasn’t even IN the ultimate enemy!!11!1!” EXACTLY. if older dash had been in the future with dark dan he simply would have smooched him and then there would have been no conflict. if younger dash had shown up to the big fight then dark dan wouldve broke down sobbing at what couldve been. they had to restrain dash from this entire episode bc of his power. 9/10 i know the truth.

4: Splitting Images

it is important to remember that dash has no goddamn idea that’s sidney. danny literally does 1 (one) nice thing for him and dash decides “ok well i will be his best friend and play football with him and be impressed by his skills and then throw a party and also put my hands on his shoulders several times.” this proves my point that if danny werent a little shit he and dash would already have been dating by the time the show starts. 8/10 for letting dash be mundanely gay instead of knowing anything about ghosts. it doesnt happen very often

3: Attack of the Killer Garage Sale

do you ever just get a tutor who happens to be the exact sister of that nerd you pick on and also call him a twink and then invite him to your party even though you do not have to and specifically tell him the dress code and get him at the popular kids table and then realize he might not have the money for the dress code so you intentionally seek him out to give him money for some computery thing you dont know about but you also also realize that probably isnt enough so last minute you change the entire dress code to something you know he has and wear his exact outfit to make him seem cool by comparison. do you ever do that.

also these two shots are back to back 10/10

2: Micro Management

the pièce de résistance of all dash content. im talking 20 minutes of nonstop dash. im talking taking every opportunity to talk about how cool phantom is. im talking abt getting grabbed by phantom to be saved by him. im talking abt having a mental breakdown cause you think youre not good enough. im talking about casually flirting via jokes. im talking being unable to stop thinking abt fenton even when youre face to face with your biggest hero. im talking about saying “we did it!!! :D” to cheer on said hero. im talking taking his hand. holding his hand. being lifted or pulled. im talking abt flipping the switch to save the day! im talking abt micro fucking management baybey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 12/10

but what in the goddamn world could have more gay dash than micro management??? well ill tell you

1: Pirate Radio

he SAVES him. he calls him a hero. they are on EQUAL FOOTING and they KNOW IT. they have MATCHING GODDAMN OUTFITS!!!!!!!!!!! dashs personality doesnt have to be absolutely scrapped for him to be gay (”but i will be wailing on you”) but he clearly DOES get better (”sorry, old habits.”) he puts his heart and soul into fighting side by side w danny and we dont even SEE dashs parents which means that is Not Exactly The Reason he Is Here. he also believes with 0 hesitation that fenton is capable of throwing a total rager. NO there is not as much dash here as in micro management but. i mean look at these screenshots. THIS is gay representation. THESE are some genuine fucking boyfriends. 18/10

#danny phantom #dash baxter #swagger bishie #danny fenton #micro management #pirate radio #attack of the killer garage sale #long post

[oneoftheprettynerds]

In The Name Of Love: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)

Chapter 5 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series.

Chapter 4: Fixed

Main Masterlist

A/N: I hate Tumblr, this is the second time. I don't think there will be any updates in May, none in June and July for sure. I'm being transparent, sorry. Thank you to the people who checked up on me, you guys are stars and to the anon who told me I love You, I love you too and you made my week 10x better. I don't deserve you guys.

Warning: Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Drugs, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, a mild mental breakdown, Cheap Tricks.

Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary: Steve can’t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can’t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.

Word count: 3K

Chapter 5: In the Name of Love

The letter was sent. Your post would reach your parents in two days. It was a letter explaining that you would go to drop off Grace at theirs this weekend and needed them to take care of her for a week at the very least.

This was the best solution you came to. You knew her leaving would not escape Steve’s notice but you hoped you had a few days for it to come that. You thought about what you could offer; you had money, savings, a lot one might say but you didn’t think any amount you had would be tempting to Steve. He clearly didn’t need any connections you had in your field because he didn’t exactly partake in legal businesses.

Sex was all you could offer and you were sure it was a major part of what he wanted. You felt disgusted to even think about possibly becoming a slave of his carnal desires. You just hoped that maybe it’d be for a short time until he got bored or until you could make a sensible plan, one successful in getting you out.

The thought that that day might not come was one you could not afford to have emotionally.

You thought a lot about escaping these days. Getting up and running off was not as easy as in movies, maybe it was even harder for you because of the fact you had a toddler too. You were ready to entertain him until you could get some contact with people who could get you off the grid. Where would you even find such people? You were pretty sure a good portion of them would be in his circle only.

This all seemed so very surreal, and it was hard registering the fact you might possibly never see your parents again, or Grace would never be able to step in the house you grew up again if you did leave. She’d never see her grandparents or her ancestral home or her friends. It would all be very different than her not seeing her father ever.

Relax. You knew you were getting too far away in your head again but somewhere in the back of your mind you knew your worry was legit, reasonable. You sighed and stepped outside the postal office onto the pavement.

The park in front of you right now was one you frequented with Grace a lot, all her three summers on Earth featured a picnic in this park. There was now a possibility of not anymore.

You pressed your middle fingers into your temples, trying to relieve the ache subsiding there. It was a habit you had developed early, massaging your head whenever you fell too deep into the overthinking pit.

You huffed and thought about picking ice-cream for dessert tonight, opting to worry about the smaller things in life. Maybe you could bake Grace’s favourite cookies one last time before sending her off. Your messy hair blew with wind as you made the mental grocery list of things to pick up before getting Grace from the day-care.

You sat in your seat, putting the seat belt on while sighing as you already started worrying about the impulse purchases you so often did at the grocers, a minor distraction from your major problem.

Only this time, you never made it there.

“Stevie, it’s important.” Bucky said ushering Steve out of his one-on-one meet with a local gang leader pledging his alliance to ‘The Avenging Cartel’.

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed and his nose adorably scrunched as he excused himself. Today had been a boring day so far. No new intel of or threats by ‘The Vices’ this past week. It was almost too good to be true, for them to be so silent.

He was actually thinking of planning a date with you if there was another week of inactivity by them. Tony had asked for only two days’ time to confirm some intel he got about ‘The Vices’ that he’d be happy to share if true, bases and shipments and whatnot. Estimating his revenge in these next couple of days and then next week for cleanup, he’d be free from one long overdue task, and could be more involved in all his girls’ lives. All three of them.

Everything was going to plan and yet something seemed amiss to Steve. He had learned to trust his instincts over the years and his gut was screaming at the calm, predicting a storm nearby.

Well, the day was only halfway done, there was still potential for a lot to go wrong.

Steve raised his eyebrows in question at his trusted comrade, his Bucky as he exited his chambers, already feeling that something was very off.

He closed the door behind him, not wanting the eager felon to eavesdrop in his conversation. When the door clicked shut, Bucky started, his hand covering his phone which was unnecessary as the phone was already on mute, “There’s a call about your girl’s kid.” Steve’s look of surprise prompted Bucky to continue, “They say no one came by to pick up the kid and well the mother’s not picking up her cell.”

“Weird, that’s out of the blue for her. Very unlike her.” Steve’s forehead wrinkled as he calmed himself from jumping to any conclusion and commanded, “Okay. Buck, take Wanda and pick Grace up. And talk to Pietro there, if he’s off-duty, call him in. Whatever he knows. I’ll tell Sam to track her phone, shouldn’t take long.” Bucky nodded and went about his way to do as instructed, himself worried for his best friend’s lady; she was as good as family now, he knew the extent of Steve’s feelings.

Steve, on the other hand, grew frantic on the inside, his façade not falling on the outside just yet. He dismissed the local crook, speed-walking to find Sam. His thoughts jumbled around as he tried to reach his destination, harsh possibilities being thrown at him, courtesy of his mind. An escape attempt by you was long overdue, he knew, but he didn’t think you were the type to pull another. Not after being aware of disastrous consequences.

But the main thing was, even though Steve couldn’t rule out the escaping possibility based on his opinion of you, he knew, he just knew in his gut that you would never leave Grace alone and bide time for your own self. That was the one thing that would never add up in this shit equation and he figured, albeit hesitantly, that his gut was right and something was very wrong.

“She did send a letter to her parents. We have it. It just says that she was planning to leave the kid at the parents this weekend, for at least some time. She didn’t mention anything else to them, about us or any detours. No out of city phone calls in the last few hours, no weird bank statements or purchases. Her phone was traced to her car parked outside the post office, but you already know that. Sam, as of right now, is hacking into her phone which should take just about a few more minutes.” Buck explained after doing some scouting.

He went and got Grace from the daycare earlier, then called in Pietro who showed him tapes of you dropping Grace off in the morning and then going away. He called your work to find out you had the Tuesday off.

The location on your phone told Sam and Steve you came straight to the post office after the daycare. That had been the phone’s position for the last few hours and supposedly yours too. Sam and Steve fetched the phone after breaking into your locked car, finding dozens of calls on it, from the daycare, some even from Steve whilst Sam was tracking it. They inquired the office ahead, and with a little bit of money and some threats thrown around when the staff showed integrity, they got the information of a letter being sent by you this morning. He got his men on that right away too.

When Bucky came back after dropping Wanda off with Grace, he immediately assumed the head position of the searching group, getting up to date. After getting some useful intel, he finally made his way to Steve and thus had explained what all he knew, from Pietro to the letter the men got by stopping the mail truck on some highway.

“Rogers, you won’t believe this.” Sam, as if on cue, entered Steve’s office. His bright eyes exposed his success in the task at hand, but his frown disclosed bad news. Steve grew concerned.

“Your girl had men tailing her kid, threatening her. Creeps who were even bold enough to not be discreet in their stalking. Her phone has a message thread with photos of her kid in what I assume is her own backyard,” Sam brought the phone to Steve and scrolled down the one-sided conversation to give evidence of his discovery, “the kid’s school and the last one was in a kid’s bedroom which I believe is the kid’s herself, can you confirm?” Bucky listened as intently as Steve did, baffled by the new information. Steve nodded, pinching his forehead. In this field of work, they were hardly agitated by new news that came to light but this was one of the few exceptional incidences.

Both of them, especially Steve, thought he was keeping an eye on her pretty meticulously, aware of every action and interaction of hers. This was nothing less than a bruising slap to his face, showing him his failure as a boss, once again since his first wife’s incident.

“In conclusion, someone staked her kid out and sent subtle, passive aggressive warnings to maybe coerce the lady into doing something, could be ransom or anything with her position. But she never followed up with replies for some reason, or filed a report. Did she not talk to you about this, Steve?” Sam asked, the situation making only a tad bit of sense. He figured out that you probably didn’t question the genuineness of the threats, so why didn’t you take action?

Steve brainstormed for any clue whatsoever, did you still not trust him enough? Yes he did come off a lot crueler last time than he intended but he did try to create a safe space for you in such matters. Apparently his intent for your security and safety didn’t come across as well as he had wanted.

<flashback>

“Trust the process, baby. Everything is just to protect you.”

Is that what he called stalking even Grace around and twistedly enough, sending you proof of that?The anonymous thread of photos was another nightmare of yours, thanks to him. The last being a candid photo inside Grace’s room, her sleeping in her bed this morning and that’s when you decided you needed to get out. Of course, that didn’t go as planned.

“How am I supposed to do that when you have cameras in my house?!” You scoffed and he reeled back at the accusation, having the nerve to look impressed at being uncovered and caught red-handed.

“Oh my fucking God, it was you! You sick pervert!” You jumped out of his grip, your eyes wide and horrified. “I wasn’t aware of what to make of it but of course, it was you! Who else would be sick enough to do that?” You let out a humourless chuckle. You always put things past him even when you keep telling yourself you shouldn’t. When will you ever learn huh?

The heavy ringing of your phone broke everyone out of their reverie, all the men worried of being uneducated of the current situation. As people in a fearsome mob, they had a knack for being well-versed and learned about every little thing, be it a slip-up or a trick-of-the-trade.

Steve frowned at the unknown number, not knowing what to make of it. The number was new with no prior calls before this, the status bar below it showing that. The blonde contemplated picking it up, likely wondering that if the person was calling you, they probably had no idea of your disappearance.

He would have ignored the call even the second time around if it was not for Sam and Bucky urging him to attend it; it could be a clue if you’ve run away or planned to do so, they argued.

As he put the phone next to his ear, chills ran down his spine for the first time in forever; he had never before known a feeling like this.

“You are a busy bee to catch, aren’t you Rogers?”

Steve could never forget the baritone voice. The same croaky voice that mocked him not even a year ago and made a spectacle out of his humiliation, out of the betrayal from his wife.

“Why do you have this number Rumlow? It’s you, isn’t it? You have her, you son of a bitch!” Steve let out a string of curses, this worse than any possibility he had come up with. Bucky and Sam stood alert at the mention of their eternal rival’s name, a douchebag who also managed to be the lowest scum on earth.

“You indeed have become rickety, Rogers. I’m honestly disappointed, I was expecting a good battle. Looks like your little girl has more vigour than you, she managed to elude what her old man wasn’t able to.” Rumlow’s grotesque chuckle made Steve ireful, his hands clenching and veins popping. In the room, Bucky stood by his side to receive his order whenever the call ended while Sam had already reached another room to track the phone call, your phone already dissected, assembled and controlled by him.

“Listen here, you motherfucker, and listen closely. If you even so much as harm a hair on her head, I swear to fucking God, my bare hands-”

The sound of Rumlow’s tongue clicking interrupted Steve and the blatant disrespect did not make things better.

“Rogers do you not understand that you don’t have an edge, huh? Haha, that’s really funny. You’ve lost braincells after the army.” After a pause, all the humour dropped from his voice as he continued, “Now listen here and listen close, you blonde bastard. You know what I want and how I want it. I’ll call again tomorrow for specifications and I want you to hand in the files Monday at a pre-decided place. If you don’t pick up the phone or even try to pull something, I might just have to get a taste of your bitch just to see how well does she take your cock for you to be this fond of her. I know this affects you, there’s no fooling me. If you still refuse to submit, I’ll be sure to send you parts of her as souvenirs after I’m done with her and then go after wittle Sarah again. It’s your choice, really.”

With that the call ended abruptly, Steve a raging mess. He threw a couple of things around, like the overpriced antique statues he never knew the purpose of. He knew what Rumlow wanted, the city center territory. The boundaries included jewelry shops, the largest shopping mall in the state, business corporations and MNCs. That was the most treasured are of the state, maybe the country even. But now the question arose, was it more precious than you?

“Barnes, call in a meeting at five. Call in all the frontrunners you can think of, we need all the favoured we are owed this time and more.”

As Barnes exited, the phone pinged and Steve saw a photo attachment from the number.

His grip tightened on the phone as it threatened to break.

It was you, of course.

Your head felt like it had your entire body’s weight. It felt like your eyes were stitched shut, your mouth dryer than the Sahara. Your body ached but not as much as your cranium, which weighed you down.

You went in and out of this album of feeling a couple of times at least, before you gathered the courage and decide walking into the white light you saw was your only option. When the glow embraced you, you thought you were finally free. What from, you didn’t know. Just that all the problems you had before this weren’t yours anymore.

But is death really that easy?

Your eyes opened as your entire body ached, a gasp escaping your mouth. It took you a little while to gather your senses and look around at the untextured cement walls. There was no light switched on, just you and plain darkness as your night vision sensed things, courtesy of the moonlight entering through some window behind you.

You were strapped to a chair, hands cuffed together behind you and legs cuffed to the chair, the captor even going so far as to wrap up your torso with ropes.

The rumble of the gate opening alerted you, your eyes clenching shut at the assault of the photons when the light switched on.

“I gotta say, you look sexier covered in dirt than you do in those uptight pictures with Rogers sweetheart.”

Your eyes snapped open to find a big burly man, with tattooed hands and scarred face look at you. You swallowed in fear as you stared right at him, hate brimming in your eyes for him as you simultaneously realized Steve screwed you over this time, real fucking badly; that you were caught in the very situation you had sworn to avoid.

Your mind immediately went to the before events, and subconsciously you worried about Grace. This man had you where, you didn’t know but you hoped that he didn’t have Grace.

Your dry eyes were beginning to get watery at the mention of your baby, but you wouldn’t show this man any weakness. You didn’t know what this cruel kidnapper of yours wanted, whether you were getting out of here alive or not.

The man chuckled at your antics and left with a promise to meet you later.

As one traitor tear escaped, your subconscious thought of Grace. You only hoped that the daycare had gotten through to your Mom or to any of your emergency contacts really. That your Mom was already flying down to get her safe and secure.

Even in your moments of ruin, you just wanted Grace to escape all this drama unscathed, for you didn’t fear for your own life anymore.

Read if things didn't make sense.

Wanda's family owned the daycare Grace went to, so Steve was able to pull some strings and get Grace in the last chapter

Pietro works there, he is also a member of the mob

The last time when Steve was at the daycare, he made himself the emergency contact (you'll find a very obvious hint in the last chapter) that's why Steve got the call for Grace, his phone was with bucky atm. Reader didn't catch that so she hoped her mother would have gotten the call from the daycare and gotten Grace

In the last confrontation, she mentions photos in the house but since Steve confessed to having cameras in the house both thought it was each other and didn't know there was a third party involved till now

Rumlow basically wanted to threaten reader and get her to do things for Grace's safety but since she never replied and they had already failed to catch a toddler once, they targeted Reader after getting to know how fond Steve was of her, after they knew he was showing it even to the public

#dark fic #dark mcu #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #steve rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #marvel fic #mob au #mafia au #mob!steve x reader #mafia!steve rogers #dark! mob! steve rogers #rest of them tomorroe #lacs

[ptergwen]

sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

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“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.

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His First Time Saying ‘I Love You’ ~ NCT 127 Reaction

Taeil:

You knocked gently on the door of Taeil’s hotel room, taking a step back as you waited for him to open up the door. You were halfway around the world, but as he opened the door and saw you, the surprise on his face made the long few days of travelling well worth it.

“Y/N,” he chuckled, engulfing you immediately into a tight hug, “what are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d come and see how you were getting on,” you smiled, taking a few steps further into his hotel room. “I had a little chat with Taeyong, and he told me you were struggling, so I thought I’d come and cheer you up.”

His head shook in disbelief, cupping either side of your face to make sure that you were really there. “I don’t even know what to say, I can’t believe you came all this way just for me, you must be exhausted.”

“A little, but seeing you is worth it,” you smiled, noticing the wide grin on his face. Taeil’s heart pounded, struggling to believe that someone had done something so big, just for him.

“I love you, thank you for coming to see me.”

Johnny:

You dropped the envelope in front of Johnny as he sat at his desk. His eyes looked up at you before picking up the envelope, tearing it open and pulling out two tickets. As he read the destination, his jaw hit the floor, staring at you questionably.

“Chicago?” He smiled, shaking his head, “have you really done this? Tickets to go home.”

“I thought seeing as you have a week off, we could do something good with it,” you spoke, feeling his strong arms wrap around your waist. “I know you’ve been missing home a lot recently, so it seemed like the perfect plan.”

His lips pressed gently to your cheek, “I love you,” he whispered, feeling your body tense up as you glanced back at him. “I love you,” he repeated once again, “no one has ever done something as thoughtful for me as this before.”

“You love me?” You questioned, watching as Johnny nodded his head with a chuckle. “I’ve never heard you say that before, I should arrange fancy holidays for you more often.”

“I’m being serious, I’m so in love with you.”

Taeyong:

You looked around in confusion as you walked into the apartment to see the table set and the lights dimmed in the living room. As you walked further into the room you saw Taeyong stood, waiting for your arrival with the biggest smile on your face.

“What’s going on?” You queried, looking around the place at everything he’d put together.

“I had to pull out all the stops,” he announced, hugging you tightly as you approached him, “because I can only say I love you for the first time once,” he whispered, looking away from your gaze as his cheeks turned red.

Your eyes looked back at him, taking a moment to make sure that you’d heard him correctly before leaning across and pressing a kiss to his red cheek. “I’ve never known anyone put in so much effort just to say I love you.”

“That’s because you’ve never known anyone like me before,” he smugly replied, “I wanted to make sure that tonight is an evening that you don’t forget in a worry.”

“I definitely won’t be forgetting this in a hurry.”

Yuta:

Having spent all week watching Yuta spend time with his family, you found a new love for him that you never knew you had before. Despite being distant for most of the week, he loved seeing you get to know all of his family too and begin to get to know you better.

“Have you enjoyed the week?” Yuta asked, joining you on the bench you sat on for a moment.

“Of course,” you grinned, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulders as you watched his family continue to mess around. “It’s been nice seeing you in a bit more of your own environment, and your family are great too.”

His head nodded back at you, “I’m glad you feel that way, because my family’s approval really was the last tick in the box for me. I’m relieved to see that you’ve all gotten as well as I hoped that you all would.”

“Last tick in the box for what?” You questioned, instantly feeling on edge as the corners of Yuta’s mouth turned up into a smile, tightening the grip that he had around you.

“The last tick to knowing that I love you.”

Doyoung:

Another heavy sigh came from you, pushing your laptop away from your desk in frustration. Dongyoung was quick to notice your stress building from the other side of the room, walking over and wrapping his arms around you in a bid to calm you down.

“I love you, it’ll be alright,” he whispered into your ear to try and distract you from your work.

“This essay is beyond a joke,” you vented, clueless as to what Dongyoung had just said to you. “I don’t see how they want me to write three thousand words, I’m barely able to do three hundred without having a breakdown.”

His hands held tightly onto yours, “you’re far too stressed, I can tell, because you’re not paying attention to anything else. I just told you that I loved you and you were far too busy stressing to pay any notice.”

“Did you?” You quizzed, surprised when Dongyoung nodded his head back at you. “Wow, I guess I really must be stressed, why would you tell me now though when I’m not listening?”

“To make you realise that you don’t need to stress after all.”

Jaehyun:

Your smile grew as you looked across at Yoonoh who sat opposite from you at the table, staring out at the ocean that overlooked the balcony that you sat in to enjoy your dinner on the last night of your holiday, a week that had been a complete dream for you both.

“There’s one thing I have left to say to finish this week off,” Yoonoh suddenly announced.

“I don’t think you could say anything else to make this week more perfect,” you quickly responded, but Yoonoh’s head shook, he knew that there was most definitely something that could finish your week off together.

His smile grew, taking a sip from his drink to steady himself before clearing his throat. “I reckon I could prove you wrong, because I didn’t want to end this trip without telling you that I love you, a lot, very much.”

“Well, maybe I was wrong,” you nervously smiled, “there was something that you could say that would make this the perfect trip after all, I never imagined that would quite be it though.”

“I’ve known for a while, I just wanted it to be perfect.”

Jungwoo:  

His eyes lit up as he walked back into his studio after a quick break, only to see you sat in his chair with two bags of food placed on the table. He walked straight in and over to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame, admiring all the things that you’d bought for him.

“I thought you could do with some company,” you laughed, “and a belly full of food as well.”

“Have I ever told you how perfect you are?” He asked. Your head shook as you thought he was joking, but Jungwoo was completely serious, and this just proved it. “I love you, for all the things you do for me, I love you.”

Your hand rested against his chest, taking a few moments to process what he’d just said. “You’ve never told me you love me before,” you laughed in surprise, hearing Jungwoo repeat it once again to make sure that you heard.

“I knew I was falling for you, but this is the final piece of the puzzle that I needed to know that I am in love with you,” he admitted, “this is exactly what I needed, and you brought it.”

“Of course, someone has to make sure you’re alright.”

Mark:

As Mark approached you with your card and presents, you quickly sat up in bed, tightening the duvet around your body. You placed the presents to one side and tore open the card, excited to see what he had bought, but as your eyes read through the card, your voice faltered.

“Happy birthday Y/N,” you began to read out, “I love you, and I can’t wait to celebrate you.”

“Surprise,” Mark anxiously chuckled beside you, noticing your body freeze, reading through the same line again and again. “I couldn’t find the words to say it, so I thought I’d write it in your card instead and tell you how I feel.”

Your head shook in slight disbelief, standing the card on your bedside table. “This is already the best present that I’ve ever received, no one’s ever told me that they’ve loved me through a card before, it’s a first.”

“I just wanted you to know how special you are on your birthday,” Mark assured you, “but that’s just the start of the day, there’s so many other things I have planned to show you I love you.”

“I’m excited to see what’s coming my way.”

Haechan:

His arm snaked around your waist, peering around to see that you were fast asleep. Donghyuck leaned across and pressed a kiss to your cheek, feeling his heartbeat quicken at how peaceful you looked. Before he had time to think, those special three words came from him.

“I can hear you,” your voice whispered as soon as he finished speaking, taking him by surprise.

“I thought you were asleep,” he chuckled, feeling his cheeks burn up as your eyes looked back at him. “I meant it though, I really do love you. I love having you around and being able to fall asleep beside you every night.”

You shifted onto your other side so you could lay face to face with Donghyuck, smiling softly back at him. “I love being around you, which is why I feel like I love you too, I’m just glad that you were the first to say it.”

“I thought I’d get away with it because you were asleep,” he chuckled, shaking his head at you, “you looked like you were gone, did you really hear every word that I’ve said tonight?”

“Every word, but I loved listening to it.”

---

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[amaya-chwan]

Takeaways from Therapy Game Restart 14 + Illustration Book Release Date

Hello again everyone! ❤️💛💜

It's finally here... chapter 14! In all its glory! 😍🥰✨

Before we get to our takeaways, just some news I missed in the last post!

🎉 SENSEI'S ILLUSTRATION BOOK WILL BE RELEASED AROUND THURSDAY, 23RD SEPTEMBER! 🎉

Image taken from this Twitter post from Dear+!

It is titled "日ノ原巡イラスト集　DARLING" and boasts a collection of illustrations from Sensei's works so far: Secret XXX, Therapy Game, and Kamisama no Uroko.

The current price is ¥2970 with tax (¥2700 without tax). If you'd like to preorder it on your proxy shopping service, I've found it on the Comi Comi Studios website here! The bonus for purchasing it on this website is a B5 clear file~ I haven't seen it on Animate just yet, so fingers crossed it'll appear on their website soon with another (different) bonus! ❤️💛

Alright, with this amazing news done, let's move onto our takeaways, the long awaited takeaways! Thank you for being so patient with me! 💜

My short life update: currently in week 8 of lockdown and I haven't left my house in a long time other than for exercise or groceries. But I do have my vaccination appointment booked so YAY! 🎉

Here are our takeaways for this chapter:

Oh man, we pick right up from the last page of chapter 13. MINATO, BB, YOU LOOK SO PAINED! 😭

Sensei is the BIGGEST tease... that's all we got of that Minato and Shizuma scene...👀😭

The female staff at the veterinary hospital have really mellowed out! They're not bad, after all. ☺️

Oh dear, Nakajou-sensei, please get better ASAP!

Whoa... did Onodera just...?? I'm starting to think back to that Onodera discussion we had a couple of months ago... 🤔

Poor Shizuma, always roped into Onodera's workplace stuff! IT'S BECAUSE YOU HAVE GREAT PEOPLE SKILLS, SHIZUMA! PROUD OF YOU! 😍🙌

Man, Onodera has a really... blunt way of saying things to her human clients. Wow, brave. 😲

But I will say, Onodera really is good with animals. 🙌

Yet again, I think about that Onodera discussion we had... 🤔🤔

And that’s it for this chapter’s takeaways! For a more detailed breakdown/summary of this chapter, please continue after the cut! There may or may not be a surprise scene (or two) there. Please keep reading if you want to see~  😉✨

Our chapter begins where we left off in chapter 13--Minato pinning Shizuma down on the bed. Shizuma looks up at Minato and reflects on his actions that caused the pained look he is seeing.

Image taken from this Dear+ Twitter post!

On the next page (title page), the dialogue reads: Shizuma wants to understand what it is about his director (Onodera) that is making Minato uneasy. // However, that beautiful liar hides it well...

(I believe we are taken back to the morning before Shizuma and Minato meet up for their date.)

The title page features Onodera walking back to the clinic, bread in hand, with a cat cozying up on her leg. We are then brought to the clinic's lunchroom, with the female staff and Shizuma on break. The roster in the room shows that Onodera is extremely busy, Nakajou-sensei has afternoon house call appointments, Tatsumi is Nakajou-sensei's support for these appointments, and Shizuma has a half day and finishes in the afternoon in lieu of working on his scheduled day off.

Shizuma asks his coworkers what presents they like from their partners and takes note of their answers. One of the female nurses asks if it's Minato's birthday. Shizuma confesses that their relationship has been affected by the various things happening lately, so he wants to get Minato a gift before seeing him later that day.

The nurses quickly pick up that the gift is a "tribute" of sorts as this line of work means a lot of missed appointments and dates, and Shizuma confirms their suspicions. While the nurses realise male-male relationships and male-female relationships aren't that different in this aspect, everyone in the lunchroom is alerted to someone shouting Nakajou-sensei's name.

Shizuma and a nurse see Tatsumi with Nakajou-sensei, who has collapsed on the floor. While the staff are concerned about Nakajou's well-being, she brushes it off as a dizzy spell. Before they can help her up, Onodera sweeps her off her feet and carries Nakajou to her (Onodera's) office. While Nakajou asks Onodera to put her down out of sheer embarrassment, Shizuma and Tatsumi are in shock, with Tatsumi commenting on Onodera's manliness in that moment. One of the other nurses gently smacks Shizuma's shoulder and tells the two to grab a blanket and a drink for Nakajou.

In her office, Onodera asks Nakajou why she's been overworking herself to the point of collapsing. The nurse (who gave the gentle smack) very obviously hints to Onodera that it is her fault. As Nakajou calms the nurse by saying that's just how the director is, Tatsumi asks Nakajou about their afternoon appointments. She says she'll be fine to go after a little rest, but the nurse says she mustn't overexert herself.

After a few back and forths about who should go and the clients' needs/personality (picky about the vet, had a pet that doesn't like men, etc), Onodera says she will go. The nurses are shocked and reminisce about all the issues they've had when Onodera interacts with the owners. Tatsumi and Shizuma stand there, and can very clearly imagine those situations happening.

While Onodera rearranges and informs the nurses of the shift changes to accommodate Nakajou-sensei, Shizuma has a terrible premonition that unfortunately comes true: he is appointed as Onodera's support for the afternoon house calls.

Wearing a sulky expression, Shizuma packs the necessary equipment in Onodera's car and reminds her that he has a very important engagement that night that he cannot miss, and as such will leave immediately after the house call appointments are done. Onodera bursts his bubble, and tells him to give up on those plans while he can since this is the line of work he's chosen.

As Shizuma reads the client files, he questions Onodera on why he is her support when he's never attended to these clients before. While Onodera tells him that good coordination is important with a physician's support and that he's the only one she can rely on to give her an honest opinion and calm the clients, Shizuma realises that he's basically the mediator between her and the owners. She confirms that this is his strong point, has great expectations for him, and proceeds to drive. Shizuma then reads the patient files at lightning speed, realising there's a threatening 'something' that Minato has sensed, but that's just how the director is. He then vows to make it to their meeting tonight, no matter what.

The first three house calls, as expected, involve Onodera insulting and angering the owners--Onodera tells the first client that his insistence on seeing Nakajou rather than a 'young' director is having a negative effect on his pet who needs immediate medical care; Onodera offends the second client, inferring from their conversation that her pet's appearance is more important than the need to shave their fur and get an ultrasound done; Onodera accuses the third client of being irresponsible in caring for his exotic animals and asks for more effort on his part. In all three scenarios, Shizuma awkwardly smiles while trying to ease the tension.

The scene skips to Onodera and Shizuma arriving at their fourth and final house call for the day. Just as Onodera explains to Shizuma that she must check a whole host of things at house calls (and indirectly be too blunt about it with the owners), Shizuma asks her to consider the owner's feelings and change when and how she says things. She glares ahead in silence, and Shizuma is just glad that she is now aware of it. He again reminds her to talk with the owner nicely and gently as he probably won't be able to help with the next client as their pet dislikes men. Onodera tells him to just sit in the corner and witness the client become furious while he doesn't help, making him feel slightly guilty for saying that. He is now adament on not helping her.

They reach the owner's home and we meet an elderly woman named Shiratori and her 9-year-old male cat, Tono. Shiratori apologises to Shizuma as her cat doesn't like men. Tono hisses at them as Onodera opens his cage, but is then coaxed into submission by Onodera who covers his vision with a towel and takes him into her lap to calm down. Shiratori and Shizuma are surprised at his sudden docile nature, with Shizuma witnessing how well she deals with animals.

As Shizuma looks on at Onodera while she completes a check on Tono, he sees she is crumbling at the friendliness and talkative nature of Shiratori, who sings nothing but praise for Onodera and how her family must be proud to have such an amazing daughter. Aiming to ease her troubles and remembering the earlier guilt-trip she gave him, he redirects Shiratori's attention to her broken fly screen and offers to fix that plus everything else that needs repair in her home.

Onodera watches as the two leave the room for a bit before apologising to Tono for ignoring him. Tono looks on at Onodera happily while she asks him how he can live with such a lively human and to tell her his secret to this. She brings him into her arms once more to check his limbs, and as Tono looks up smiling at Onodera, Onodera sees her reflection in Tono's eyes, and both seem to realise something.

BG Text: Stare...

Suddenly, Shizuma and Shiratori, who are busy fixing the window, hear a loud crash and rush into the room to find Tono atop the cabinet and Onodera on the floor, with her hair in disarray. In the next panel, Tono is shown to be hiding in the bookshelf, looking on irritatingly at the humans. Shiratori apologises to Onodera, who shakes it off and says it's nothing to worry about and no harm's been done.

Shiratori asks if Onodera will fix/tie her hair up again, but when Onodera says her hair tie was broken when Tono used her as a launchpad to get on the cabinet, Shiratori runs to get her a new one. As Shiratori gushes over the 3 piece dopey looking character hair tie set she received as a present from her grandchild (and lets Onodera pick one), a greatly displeased look is plastered on Onodera's face. Shizuma, in shock, notices her displeasure and hopes she just thanks Shiratori for it. And Onodera does, bringing a great big smile to Shiratori's face.

As Onodera and Shizuma leave, Shiratori says she's glad to have talked with Onodera and invites her to come over again. As she says this, we see Onodera looking back with a blank look in her eyes.

And that’s it for this chapter! THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR! 💜 While I was surprised at the lack of Minato in this chapter (Sensei legit is such a tease, LOL 🤣), I'm happy we can learn more about Onodera. Ngl, I'm starting to really question if Onodera is male or female now, given what transpired in this chapter. I guess we shall see in the next one!

I also changed the formatting a bit and removed the bullet points. Please let me know which format is better/easier to read! Ahah!

EDIT: Spelling and grammar checks are done! Didn't change a lot, but hope it reads better! 💜

📢 As always, please support Hinohara-sensei by purchasing her books and CDs! 📢

And please also refrain from resharing these translations and images outside of this post! Thank you for understanding! ❤️💛

There won't be a chapter in next month's (September release) Dear+, so I shall see you in two months for the next chapter (Dear+ November Issue, to be released in October).

As always, stay safe during these turbulent times and look out for each other and for your loved ones! 💜❤️💛

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[angstysebfan]

What about reader and Bucky being close and hanging out a lot (dinners, chilling, movie nights etc.) and basically everyone, including reader, thinks that they're dating. Just taking it slow.

One night when reader and Bucky are out for dinner again, a woman comes over to their table. Bucky and her kiss and he introduces her as his gf. He wanted to introduce her to everyone tomorrow but he doesn't mind if his best friend knows first.

Reader leaves without a word and when bucky comes home to the compound, he can't find her and tells the others what happened. While he doesn't know what's going on, everyone looks at him flabbergasted like "what?! we thought you were dating y/n!"

Maybe he likes her too but never thought she would see more in him?

Sorry if that was a bit long. 🙈

Just found your blog and love your writing. Gonna read, like and comment over the weekend when I have more time!! ❤️🐧

Oh boy... this is awesome! I hope I do it the justice it deserves!!!

--

Are We Dating?

You and Bucky walk with your arms linked toward the restaurant. The smile on your face is big and wide because you love how romantic Bucky is. You both have been dating for a few weeks, and he is constantly taking you out on dates. It’s been very low key, which exactly what you were looking for in a relationship. He has been the perfect gentleman, hasn’t even kissed you yet, but you are hoping that happens tonight.

You remember the first time he asked you out. He looked so confident and cute, it made your heart soar! He took you to the lookout at Pier 17, which gave you a beautiful view of the Brooklyn Bridge. Afterwards, you both walked along the water front holding hands and talking about everything. When you both got back to the compound, he walked to your door, kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight. Since then you have gone out a few times a week, and your heart is falling more and more for this man.

As you get to the restaurant, Bucky brings you to a table toward the back. You start looking at the menu and look up and notice that Bucky was looking at the door. “Everything ok, Buck?” you ask.

He looks at you with his stunning blue eyes and gives you a warm smile, “You bet, Doll,” he says warmly.

Doll, the nickname that he only calls you, and it makes you swoon every single time. The butterflies start to flutter as you force yourself to look back down at the menu and not at your handsome boyfriend. Though you have to admit it’s extremely hard.

After you decide what you want you look up and and see that he is looking past you tot he door again. You are about to ask him again what he was looking at when you see him smile wide. You turn and see a beautiful woman walking toward your table with a large beautiful smile. Your stomach drops slightly, but you think maybe it’s a misunderstanding.

“Bucky,” the woman says as Bucky stands up.

“Hey Dollface,” Bucky says wrapping his his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. When their lips met your heart physically shattered. The breath left your lungs and tears immediately came to your eyes. The couple pulled away from each other with smiles, not realizing you are having a breakdown in front of them.

Bucky turns and looks at you and furrows his brows, “Y/N? Are you alright?” he asks concerned.

You grab your coat and quickly got up, running away from them and out of the restaurant. you hear Bucky calling you, but you ignore him and keep running. Once you leave the restaurant you decide not to go back to the compound, because you are just too embarrassed to face the team. You run the other way and don’t stop until you physically couldn’t run anymore.

--

Bucky’s POV

The elevator opens and Bucky rushes out and into the common room, where the team was sitting talking. “Has anyone seen Y/N?” he asks panicked.

They all shake their head, clearly confused. “Weren’t you on a date with her?” Sam asks.

Bucky, who was walking toward your room, stopped dead in his tracks. “Date? It wasn’t a date. We were having dinner. I actually wanted to introduce her to my girlfriend, but she ran out and she isn’t answering her phone.” Bucky looks down at his feet, “She thought it was a date?” he asked quietly.

“Bucky she thought you were dating! Hell we all thought you both were dating! You have taken her out multiple times, going on long romantic walks, holds her hand, call her Doll. What is she supposed to think?” Nat asked annoyed.

Bucky paled. Did you really think you were dating? How could he be so stupid as to not notice? He never in a million years thought that you would date him. He is not good enough for you! Bucky looks at the team, who all look pissed off at him.

“I-- I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world,” Bucky says, running a hand through his hair. 

The team nodded in agreement. “Well how can I make this better?” he asks.

“I honestly don’t know if you can. You are still with your girlfriend, and I’m sure you’re not planning on dumping her, right?” Nat said, taking out her phone and typing.

“I-- I don’t know. I mean I like Liz. She is sweet, and funny, and caring. She likes me in spite of what I was. I would hate to just dump her, but--” Bucky stops thinking about how upset you must be right now. 

How the hell has he fucked up so badly? He has been obsessed with you for months! He thought you were just being friendly, and he was willing to push his feelings aside just to be with you as a friend. But now to find out that you have feelings for him and thought you were dating? 

“But I’ve been in love with Y/N for months. I mean I don’t want to hurt Liz, but Y/N is the one I want. The one I’ve always wanted,” Bucky says. “Shit, I gotta find her!” he begs.

“I know where she is. Come on, I’ll drive,” Natasha says walking toward the elevator, Bucky following behind.

--

Nat pulls up to a deserted park, “She is down by the lake. She doesn’t know you are coming, so good luck,” she says. 

Bucky takes a deep breath. He already broke 2 hearts tonight, can he manage to save 1 and his own? When he got in the car with Nat, he immediately called Liz and explained everything. Luckily she was a good sport, but he could tell she was heartbroken. It just made him feel like more of an asshole, but right now his priority is you.

He gets out of the car and silently walks toward the lake. He sees you sitting in the dark, on a bench, staring at the water. He knows you haven’t heard him yet, so he steps on a small branch to make noise. When you do, you turn and look at him, heartbreak evident in your features.

“What do you want?” you ask venomously, turning your head back toward the lake.

“To beg your forgiveness,” Bucky says, as he slowly walks closer.

You scoff in response, “Go back to your girlfriend. I have nothing to say to you,” you say.

“Doll, please,” Bucky begs, and that seems to allow the anger flow freely out of you.

“DON’T call me Doll! You lead me on! You made me feel that you had feelings for me! You had to have known that I liked you! I thought.. I thought..” you start hyperventilating.

Bucky rushes over trying to help, but you push him away, “No! I don’t want your help! I want nothing from you! You fucking asshole!” you scream while still wheezing.

“Y/N, stop! Let me help you!” Bucky begs grabbing your arms. 

You feel like you are about to pass out and stop fighting him. You look at him and see him taking deep breaths. You try your best to match his and eventually the tightness in your chest releases. You immediately pull your arms away from him once you feel better.

Bucky sighs, “Y/N, I cannot apologize enough for everything. I-I didn’t know you felt that way about me! I thought you just wanted to be friends! I mean I am not nearly good enough for you!” Bucky says.

You refuse to acknowledge him, so he continues, hoping to get through to you, “But I like you too. I know it’s hard to believe because of what happened tonight, but I swear I thought you only liked me as a friend. The only way to get over you is to date someone else. I wanted to introduce you tonight, but then everything happened.” Bucky stops to take a breath.

“I fucked up, so badly. I know there is a slim chance that you will forgive me, but I promise on everything that I own, everything that I am, that I have feelings for you too. And I am so sorry,” he says.

You stand up and start to walk away but stop and look at Bucky, “I saw the way you looked at her. You never looked at me that way. So go and be with her,” you say as you start to walk away.

Bucky grabs your arm to stop you, “Y/N, you are the one I want. I broke up with Liz the minute I found out you liked me back. I mean I know I have a lot to make up for, but... can you give me a chance to make it up to you?” he asks.

You turn and look at him, “I have to think about Bucky,” you say, pulling your arm away. 

Bucky deflated completely dejected as you started to walk away. He stood there and watched you disappear over the hill toward Nat’s car. He just wants to cry that he could have had everything he wanted, but instead he ruined it. Why is he so stupid?

He continues to look out at the lake and until he hears pounding footsteps. He turns and sees you running back toward him. You jump when you get close enough and he catches you in his arms. You grab him by the back of the neck and pull him into your lips. Bucky immediately responds, pulling your body closer as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He angles his head to deepen the kiss and you allow his tongue entrance. You both hold on to each other like a life raft, not daring to let go and break this spell. But eventually oxygen becomes a priority and you both pull away, gasping for breath. Bucky leans his forehead against yours, with his eyes closed, scared to open them and see that it’s a lie.

You force him to look up into your eyes, “So there is no confusion, that was not a kiss of friendship. I want to date you, and be with you in every way possible. I’m falling so hard for you Buck, and when I saw you with her, I thought I was so stupid,” you said, letting your legs touch the ground.

“But if you are willing to go slow and build this relationship, and communicate with me so that there is no more confusion, then I’m 100% in,” you say.

Bucky smiles and kisses you again, “I’m yours Doll. In every sense, I’m falling for you too and I don’t want to be with anyone else,” he says. 

You grab his hand and you both walk back to Nat’s car. You both started slow, but have a loving relationship. But you never give up an opportunity to tell people the story of how you both got together. It’s a real crowd pleaser at parties, and Bucky turning bright red makes it even more enjoyable.

--

There you go! Hope you liked it!

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[dapandapod]

So Jaskilion, thank you for the music, Jaskier wearing a gown, the bards just being somfte 🥺

Bards just being somfte, how about bards being somft HUSBANDS? For my sweet @jaskierswolf, after the wonderful ABBA marathon we had, and thank you @kuripon for doing a beta read in the middle of the night. My middle of the night, to be fair, but still!!

Warnings: mention of past harrassment and Geralt's accordion. That in itself needs a warning I think. Oh and, Dandelion is having a really bad day.

On Ao3 here! <3

Dandelion is so fucking tired. Some days are really just out to get you, and this day in particular seems to want him to have some sort of breakdown.

Anything that could go wrong did go wrong. Murphy’s law and all that. He stepped in a muddy puddle that was deeper than it seemed, he got stuck in the elevator for an hour, the trains were late, his boss were yelling at him (again, Valdo should go sit on something prickly), his computer froze while screen sharing during an important meeting, his food tasted vaguely like fish because the person before him didn’t obey the unspoken golden rule about not reheating fish dinners in their microwave in the office and -

Yes. Long fucking day.

The worst part about it?

He is this close to missing one of the most important nights this year, nay, his life.

Jaskier is singing tonight.

It’s been a while, a very long while in fact, since Jaskier stood on a stage last. When they met, Jaskier used to do musicals, karaoke nights, weddings. His voice is rich, beautiful, a voice that drives off the darkness of the night.

Jaskier sang at their wedding.

But after one particular incident while playing the lead role in a musical, a coworker who had harassed Jaskier to the extent that they had to go to court to keep him safe, Jaskier never stepped up on a stage again.

He tried.

Dandelion watched his hands shake, his face getting paler and sweat dripping down his neck. He heard his voice crack, his breath hitch, and the sobs in the back rooms where he thought no one could hear.

And then he just never performed for others again.

So tonight is very fucking important.

It’s just a small neighbourhood talent show, kitchen chairs collected and pushed together in front of a makeshift theater. Dandelion and Jaskier had helped prepare a few nights before, dining on the kitchen floor in wait for the big day, laughing and teasing each other.

And here Dandelion is, about to fucking miss it.

He looks at his watch one more time. It has already started, but Jaskier is the second to last act tonight, right before the big finale with Tissaia and her little magic helpers.

If he runs, he might make it. Hopefully.

Bursting through the doors, making old Vesemir jump in surprise, Dandelion makes it just in time for little Ciri to get up on stage and do her puppet show.

Gods, just in time.

Vesemir glares at him, but Dandelion just pats his shoulder as he passes, squeezing himself deeper into the room, closer to the stage. He has a stitch in his side from running, and this shirt will need a good washing tonight, but that is a small sacrifice.

Sitting down next to Ciri’s mother in the second row, he finally catches his breath. He is here. He made it.

Now he only hopes Jaskier makes it on the stage.

They talked about that too. There is no shame in backing out, none at all. Jaskier’s well being is more important than anything else. Dandelion will support Jaskier in anything he chose to pursue.

He just hopes the small spark Jaskier has been nursing these last few days will stay.

They all applaud politely when Ciri steps off the stage, Pavetta finally letting her phone fall into her lap, pausing what is sure to be the biggest spam on social media (this week) about her daughter’s many talents.

Ciri is an incredible girl; whenever they had the honor of babysitting her, she and Dandelion would spend hours by the piano. Or the guitar. Or the ukulele. Or the lute. Or the violin….

Triss walks up on the stage, thanking Ciri through a small and rather crackly microphone. Next up is Jaskier.

Dandelion's heart is in his throat. Jaskier didn’t want to tell him what song he chose, only that it would be something very special.

When his husband comes out on stage, Dandelion feels like he wants to fall to one knee all over again, butterflies dancing and swirling in his stomach.

The gown he wears is a deep blue, sparkling in the small spotlight, making him the focus of everyone's attention. Dandelion recognizes it immediately from Halloween a few years back, when there was a Eurovision theme.

Jaskier’s eyes roam the small audience desperately, and when his eyes fall on Dandelion, the tightness in his shoulders eases just a fraction.

He is still a little pale, and Dandelion can make out the small tremble in his hands when he reaches for the microphone in Triss’ hand, but oh, how very proud Dandelion is of him.

Jaskier’s eyes never let go of him, and when he walks the two small steps to the middle of the stage, Dandelion feels each foot fall through his own body.

“Thank you all for being here tonight.” Jaskier begins. “I would like to dedicate this song to the love of my life, and no, I’m not talking about this dress.”

Jaskier’s smile is blinding, and Dandelion hears the crowd chuckle.

“Dandelion, my beloved husband, thank you for always being there for me, thank you for drinking my terrible coffee, thank you for always, always believing in me. For always keeping the music alive within me, with or without words.”

Jaskier points to Triss on the edge of the stage, and she starts what is unmistakably ABBA.

“Thank you for the music, my love.”

The performance is a bit shaky. It is bound to be, Jaskier is fighting for every breath, every note, but it is every bit as beautiful and rich and clear as it ever was. As it has been in the shower, in the kitchen, in Dandelion's arms as they slow-dance around their living room at one in the morning.

The dress sparkles as Jaskier takes a few tentative steps, eyes again roaming the crowd, only to return to Dandelion to anchor him once more.

Dandelion could cry.

He registers Pavetta holding her phone up again. He will have to ask for the pictures (hopefully it's video) after. Right now, Dandelion's hand is pressed over his mouth, trying his utmost to hold back.

“I've been so lucky, I have a love with golden hair I wanna sing it out to everybody What a joy, what a life, what a chance.”

Jaskier sings, winking at Dandelion. Jaskier always loved Dandelion's blonde hair, playing with his curls, dragging his fingers through the silky strands.

The last notes ring out, and the audience clap politely again.

They don’t know how big this is.

Now Dandelion has to stay in his chair until Tissaia has finished her magic tricks, until the last little girls have scampered off stage, and Triss declaring Geralt and his accordion the winner for tonight.

Vesemir hoots loudly in the back, stomping his feet, and then Dandelion is out of his chair. The entire day has been shit, but to hold Jaskier in his arms, high on nervous energy and victorious joy, everything is forgotten.

The dress is a little scratchy under his hands, as is Jaskier's stubble against his cheek, but he holds him tight, as close to his heart he can muster.

“I am so proud of you,” he whispers, and he can hear Jaskier let out a happy little sniffle. “Let’s get home and get drunk off our asses.”

“We just need to find our chairs again, I’m not sitting on the floor in this dress,” Jaskier replies.

“How about no dress, the couch, and that strange cherry vodka you brought home the other day,” Dandelion bargains, kissing Jaskier's temple and grabbing his hand to walk back towards their house.

Jaskier thinks it over for a moment.

“Done. But only if we can blast ABBA so loud, the neighbours at the end of the street will hum Waterloo in their sleep!”

If Dandelion hadn’t already married this man, by gods, he would again.

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[jalapeno-princess]

Coffee For Your Head

(He’s so pretty)

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Angst with some fluff and a happy ending 

Word Count: 7.1K

Summary: After an exhausting and frustrating day at work, all you want to do is go home and fall apart in your boyfriend’s arms. However, a comment that is meant to be a joke turns in to a full blown argument between you and Mark; causing you to storm out of your shared apartment. 

A/N: Hey guys, so this week has been pretty shitty. I had to pay $700 to get my car fixed only to have someone steal my muffler (Hawaii is not the paradise everyone paints it out to be) but I’m not letting it get in the way of my life. Anyways, this imagine was inspired by that deathbed coffee for your head song but literally just the first verse (the song is actually so sad). I also have a couple of surprises for you all! The last and final chapter of crazy little thing called love is in the works, and I’ve decided to make a part 2 to “nobody compares to you” by popular request, so stay tuned. I’m also a few followers away from 700 that’s crazy!! Anyways, happy reading!

Never in the four years of your relationship has Mark ever felt like he didn’t want to look at you. Hell, there was never a time he wasn’t looking at you. From the moment Mark first laid his eyes on you, he was captivated by your beauty in ways he has never experienced before. 

Some days, he had to force himself to stop admiring your breathtaking looks so that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. After what took weeks of building up the courage to ask you out on a date, it didn’t take him long to realize that you were just as beautiful on the inside as you were on the outside. He honestly felt as if he was the luckiest man on earth to be the one who was extremely blessed to love you. 

Unfortunately, the two of you had your first actual fight just a few hours prior and he honestly wishes he could go back in time and keep his mouth shut so that the two of you wouldn’t have been in this disheartening situation. Although there were a few times the two of you would disagree and have a couple quarrels here and there, this was the first time you actually stormed out of your shared apartment out of anger and frustration. 

He was well aware that he went too far tonight; Mark knew you like the back of his hand. Just by your posture and the way you slammed your bag down on the counter, he had a feeling something bad must have happened at work. You were a registered nurse at your local hospital and as much as you wish you could say being a nurse was everything you could ever hope and pray it would be; it was quite the opposite. 

Sure, you had the honor of witnessing many miracles such as pregnancies, watching patients win their battles against cancer—just being able to help anyone in need were a few perks that came with being a nurse. However, being a nurse also came with great responsibility. There were lives on the line and just the simplest mistake; giving a patient the wrong medication, scheduling the wrong surgery or assigning the wrong diet could really affect the lives of those you were in charge of. 

Being a nurse was very exhausting; you were constantly on your feet for eight to ten hours a day and there were many people, either the patients or family members of the patients who always felt the need to take out their stress and worry on you. Tonight had been one of the most tiring and stressful days at work and there was nothing more you wanted to do than to change in to your pajamas and fall asleep in your boyfriend’s warm embrace. It was obvious Mark had other plans. 

Normally, whenever you came home so distraught and obviously shaken up, Mark would do whatever he could to comfort you and make you feel better. He didn’t understand what got over him tonight though—what started as a joke about you leaving the dirty dishes from earlier that morning in the sink as his way to cheer you up turned in to hours of yelling at each other and getting at each other’s throats. 

You told him he was a selfish, egotistical asshole who didn’t care about anyone but himself and he called you an aggressive bitch who takes things too seriously. As soon as he saw tears falling from your cheeks while you yanked at your purse and your keys that were still on the kitchen counter before storming outside, Mark was well aware that he fucked up. You weren’t a sensitive person; you did cry occasionally when work could be too much for you to handle, when you felt home sick being 3,000 miles away from your family or if there was a sad scene in a movie the two of you watched together then yeah—you would shed some tears, but it was only natural. 

When you guys did argue—if ever—you did tear up out of irritation; but you never allowed Mark to see how much your little disputes would hurt you because you didn’t want to feel vulnerable. He may have been your boyfriend, but you didn’t want him—or anyone for that matter, taking advantage of how timorous and fragile you were as a person. It took him a while to process that you actually left. He was too focused on the fight; there were so many things he believed he wanted to say to you in the heat of the moment, but he knew it was best that he didn’t. 

Now that he was all alone in the apartment, he felt like complete and utter shit. He knew the entire fight could have been prevented if he had just kept his mouth shut. What came over him that he felt the need to make such a stupid comment? You weren’t all that familiar when it came to California seeing as how you would only go out for work, with friends or with Mark. 

California was different at night; it’s was more dangerous and scarier, even for your boyfriend who has been living there his entire life. Seeing as how your family lived in New York and you hardly made any friends in the couple years of living in the relatively sunny state other than a couple coworkers, he had no idea where you could have run off to. For all he knew, you were at a bar getting drunk off of your ass and someone could have been taking advantage of you—or worse, you could have been driving and got in to a car accident because of how frustrated you were. 

From what he experienced with being in the passenger seat while you drove, he had to admit you weren’t exactly the best driver. You had two of the worst qualities a driver could have—impatience and anger. Normally, you were calm and collective. Even if life as a nurse could get very hectic and frantic at times, not once in your three years of working at the hospital did you show that you were on the verge of a mental breakdown. 

Mark never understood how you did it—but you were very good at managing your time and completing your tasks while under pressure. Your driving however was a completely different story. As much as he could only hope and pray you were somewhere safe, it wasn’t enough to stop the many negative thoughts and scenarios that his conscience came up with. Out of force of habit, he turned on the news to make sure nothing bad happened to you—God, why didn’t he just keep his mouth shut? If he just gave up his pride and took in to consideration the stress you were under, you’d be cuddling in his arms right now while the two of you watch reruns of Cake Boss—but instead, you were out driving in the freezing cold, alone and angry. He had no idea what he should do; even if he were to give in and admit his faults first, what good would it do? You were just as stubborn as he was. 

Knowing your headstrong tendencies, there was a big chance you would leave his messages unread and let his calls go to voicemail. He couldn’t blame you though, if it were the other way around and you were the one trying to get in touch with him, Mark would’ve ignored your attempts entirely. His guilty conscience got the best of him only after ten minutes; he knew there was no way he’d be able to go to sleep without finding out your whereabouts.

Mark: Hey. 11:56 p.m.

Mark: I’m sure you’re still mad at me and my apologies probably mean jack shit to you right now but just know that I am really fucking sorry. 11:56 p.m.

Mark: You don’t have to return my calls, but do you think you could at least let me know that you’re safe? 11:58 p.m.

Mark: I didn’t mean anything I said—you know me better than I know myself baby. I would never do or say anything to purposely hurt you. Fuck, the last thing I ever want to do is upset you y/n. I’m sorry I’ve made you so sad. 12:03 p.m.

Mark: I love you so much y/n. Please come home soon. 12:03 p.m.

He tossed his phone somewhere on the floor before releasing a frustrating groan—where could you have gone? A lot of places were closed at this time of hour and he decided that since you were driving, there was no way you could be drinking. Any club or bar was immediately crossed off of his list. There was also no way you’d go back to the hospital; it was painfully obvious that something occurred during your shift that made your mood sour—so you probably didn’t want to get near the establishment until you had to return back to work in the morning. 

Shit, that’s right. 

You had another shift in less than eight hours, God, Mark really felt like the biggest asshole on the planet. Knowing that there was a huge chance he wouldn’t be hearing from you any time soon, he decided to set up camp in the living room just in case you came back home and wanted to go straight to bed. He was also secretly hoping that you read his messages and forgave him; or at least felt a little less infuriated with him. 

No matter how much he tried to take his mind off of you, there was nothing that could distract him. None of the many video games he owned nor the new unsolved mysteries series Netflix had to offer could ease his unsettling nerves. Something inside of Mark was telling him to go out and look for you, but he knew that wasn’t a good idea. Honestly, he wouldn’t even know where to start. California was huge—he’d probably drive in circles for hours. 

The idea of getting in contact with his friends also popped in to his mind; you’ve grown close to his group of friends over the course of your relationship to the point where you could consider them all family. However, you were the kind of person who hated being a burden to others. You also didn’t want to involve anyone in your personal business unless you really had to. 

All he could do was lie on the couch and stare at the ceiling; growing more and more irritated with himself as the minutes went by. Your disheartened facial expression was imprinted in the back of his mind—this was the first time you looked at him in a way other than lovingly and with so much adoration in your eyes. He hated it; hated himself even more. 

He just really wanted you home safe. 

Your boyfriend had no idea how long he was waiting for you; minutes felt like hours as he continued to lie on the couch, doing nothing. As soon as he heard the click of the door sound off, he abruptly sat up; not caring if he seemed too eager. He sincerely meant everything he said over text message—your health and your safety meant more to him than his stupid ego. 

His heart began to race watching you walk in; there was nothing more he wanted to do than to run over to you and pull you in to his embrace while he repeatedly apologized for everything that he said and all the hurt he made you suffer through. For his inconsiderate actions, for not running after you, for allowing his pride and wanting to be the winner of the argument get in the way. But you looked so exhausted—so tired. Your body language spoke for you; it was evident that you were probably still hurt from his words and from what he learned with past experiences, you probably just wanted to go to sleep. He was curious if you got around to reading his messages or if you listened to his many voicemails.

His heart was begging him to get up and make his way over to you, but his mind didn’t want to make matters worse. Although he wanted to fix things immediately, he was going to wait for you to take control of the situation. You slowly took off your sandals and made your way in to the kitchen. The battle going on between his mind and his heart was currently consuming his thoughts; as much as he knew it would’ve been better to continue giving you his space, his heart had other plans. 

You looked as though you saw a ghost when you heard him make his presence known and only then did Mark realize it was 2:15 in the morning. His chest hurt when he saw you tense up; he began regretting his decision. You obviously weren’t ready for reconciliation. 

“What are you still doing up?” 

You still had your back faced toward him, but he was going to take whatever he could get. Instead of continuing to ignore him, which is honestly what he felt he deserved, you actually responded to him. It had to be a good thing—right? 

“I know you’re well aware that there was no way I’d be able to go to sleep knowing you were out all by yourself this late in a city you’re not all that familiar with. Especially because I was the reason. I—I was so worried.” 

The tension in the room was thick; he was practically walking on eggshells while thinking about what to say next. You were the definition of a sensitive person and it was a trait of yours that Mark was still getting used to. It was the truth though—Mark cared about you more than he did anyone else on this hell forsaken earth. If something were to happen to you, he didn’t know what he would do with himself. You were his person. That man would die for you if he had to. He found himself reaching out to you as a force of habit, but he retracted his hand as soon as he realized what he was doing. 

“Can we—can we talk?” 

You took in a deep breath and finally allowed yourself to turn around and face him. There was no way around this—you knew as you drove around that he would want to talk sooner or later. When you saw that he was still awake, you weren’t surprised. Being with him for all these years, you’ve grown to learn that Mark never allowed you to go to bed angry. He was the type to want to solve your problems before you were to fall asleep. 

The idea of you crying yourself to sleep because of something he said made his heart hurt. Only once in your entire relationship did you go to bed without listening to Mark’s apologies and it was because you didn’t want to deal with the drama any longer. He felt extremely bad that entire day though and when you arrived home that night, there was a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite cake from your favorite bakery and a stuffed animal all sitting on the counter. 

Mark was going to make sure you knew just how sorry he was, even if it meant having to sleep on the couch tonight. You were much more calm than you were when you first stormed out. Right after the fight, you went straight to your car and sat in it for a while; allowing yourself to breathe and come to your sense before driving away. Then, you decided to go drive around the city until you pulled up to a 24-hour coffee shop. 

The exhaustion from your extremely stressful day was finally taking over you; and since you planned to stay out for at least another hour or two, you were going to need something that would keep you from falling asleep—and what better than a caramel macchiato with three shots of espresso? To your delight, you were the only customer there; you didn’t want anyone witnessing your breakdown as you cried quietly to yourself while remembering Mark’s harsh words that he directed towards you. 

Mark was the only good thing going for you in your life at the moment; all you wanted to do was collapse in his arms and have him comfort you—you wanted him to run his fingers through your hair while you were perched up on his lap, hiding your face in the juncture of his neck. Every single time you had a rough day, whether it was because of work, or something else going on in your life; but your boyfriend was really good at taking your mind off of any problems, worries or negative thoughts that you had. 

Coming home, only to hear him complain about how you didn’t wash your cereal bowl made your blood boil. You were scolded by your manager for almost giving a patient the wrong medication and it was the mistake of your colleague in training—yet you didn’t have the heart to confess that it wasn’t your fault. You understood how intimidating it was for first and second year residents; you’ve been there before, so you were fine taking the blame for something that you didn’t do. However, hearing your manager insult you and claim that you were inadequate and had no idea what you were doing made you feel as if it were true. 

The last thing anyone in the medical field wanted to hear was that they weren’t good at their job. You didn’t go through so many years of crying over how hard clinicals were on top of pulling all-nighters every single week there was a test or exam just for someone to make you feel like you had no clue on how to complete the tasks given to you. This was the first time you were scolded for something that you didn’t think was all that bad; the medication the patient was meant to take helped with soothing a sore throat. The one that the medical resident gave them had to do with decreasing heartburn—it wasn’t like it was a life or death situation. 

Mark never did anything to upset you purposely; sure, he had a tendency to leave the toilet seat up every now and then and sometimes he would get crumbs all over the couch, but that was as bad as it would get. When he called you a bitch, it genuinely felt like a slap to the face. It physically hurt and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched in anger as he continued to say such hurtful things to you. At one point while you were drinking your coffee, it became bitter—which was odd considering how sweet it actually was and you found yourself no longer wanting to finish it. 

Your argument with Mark was just taking up the entirety of your thought process that you were growing agitated with anything and everything. After reading his text messages and listening to a few of his voicemails, you didn’t know how to react. Mark Tuan was never the type to admit to his wrongdoings; he had so much pride and such a big ego—but not once did he ever use it towards you. You’ve watched the way he became ruthless while playing video games and said some things to his friends that you considered to be a joke; something he said to throw them off while being focused on winning. 

Even at work, if he did something wrong, he’d never admit to his faults. That’s just who he was; so for him to say that he was wrong—that he didn’t mean a thing that he said and he shouldn’t have upset you at all gently pulled on your heartstrings and you found yourself throwing away the remainder of your beverage and making your way back to the apartment. 

You weren’t sure what was going to happen once you were to walk in the door; he might have apologized, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he was going to talk to you or apologize again in person. Your mind would not let you get any rest; it was currently in a battle with your heart—your stupid, stupid heart that belonged to the man that made you feel like you were wrong for having a bad day. 

That—you had no right to lash out on him. You wished he would have heard you out first before attacking you for something so small and unnecessary; he could’ve washed the damn dishes himself if he was so bothered. But your heart wouldn’t stop telling you to forgive him. His job could get extremely frustrating sometimes. It might not have been as time consuming or energy draining as yours, but there were times where he would need you to hold him every now and then because his executives expected so much out of him. 

He probably had just as much of a hard day as you did—maybe he came home pissed off from something that happened at work and noticing that there was dishes in the sink that he knew were there from this morning got on his nerves. You felt like he could have handled it better though and you couldn’t help but think like he was growing tired of having to be your backbone; having to comfort you almost every single day on top of his own problems. Your mind wouldn’t stop coming up with all these thoughts and lies you knew weren’t true and you were well aware that it was best to start heading back to your place knowing that you had to be up again in less than five hours. 

Seeing him practically leap at the sight of you walking through the door sent so many emotions to your chest. You hated any time spent away from him—there were occasions where your schedules would collide and the only time you would see him was right before bed or if you were coming home from a graveyard shift while he was getting ready to leave for his job. 

The dried tears on his cheek confused you; he was the one who caused all of the drama and he had no problem making you feel like you were overreacting and being too sensitive. You were upset with yourself for wanting to walk over towards him and wrap your arms around him—but it was only natural for you to want to do so. 

For the entire duration of your shift, he was all you could think about; the thought of Mark was what kept you sane throughout the entire day. No matter how upset he made you, he was still the love of your life—your best friend, your favorite person, your soulmate. One fight wasn’t going to tarnish or falter your feelings for him in any way. 

Arguments were considered healthy in a relationship; sure, you could have done without the harsh words being thrown back and forth to one another, but you realized in the coffee shop that you would rather bicker and disagree with Mark every now and then for the rest of your life, then to have a relationship filled with constant joy and laughter with someone else. 

It was obvious that he was probably just as tired as you were, but the thought of him staying up worrying about where you were and waiting for you to arrive back home filled your stomach with butterflies. You made your way towards the dining table and took a seat; you waited for him to make the first move because you didn’t know where to start. 

“Did you—uh—happen to get my texts?” 

You decided to keep your gaze on the cup of coffee he placed in front of you; you didn’t even notice him heating some up for you. Your boyfriend was very observant of the way that you practically lived on coffee; on the days you had morning shifts, he would set an alarm to wake up before you and prepared all the things you needed so that you had less to worry about—coffee being your number one necessity. If you were to look up at him, you were well aware that you would probably cry just at the thought of how considerate he was even under a negative circumstance. 

“Yes. I didn’t have a chance to read them though.” 

That was a lie. You read every single one of his messages; each message pulling on your heartstrings the more you continued scrolling through them. Although you no longer held any anger towards Mark, you didn’t want to give him the benefit of the doubt. A part of you also wanted to hear him apologize in person rather through messages—but you felt in your gut that he would sooner or later. Honestly, you wanted to wait until you were to come home from work tomorrow afternoon so that you were well rested enough to have the right mindset if another argument broke out. 

“Oh. Well, I—For starters, I want to apologize for the way I acted towards you. I don’t know what made me say the things I did—I meant it as a joke but you obviously didn’t think it was funny and I don’t know why I expected you to. I’m so fucking sorry y/n. I was an asshole and you didn’t deserve it at all. I know I said some really cruel things in the heat of the moment, but I hope you know I didn’t mean any of it. You’re not a bitch nor are you over-emotional and you don’t get on my nerves. At all. I just—hearing you say those things about me sparked something inside that I wanted to hurt you as much as you hurt me. It took every bone in my body not to run after you. I’ll admit, sure—it was because I wanted to give you your space, but I was also very prideful and still so irritated with the entire ordeal. I regret every single thing I said and did tonight as soon as I realized just how scary it is being out late at night by yourself. I’ve never hated myself more than I did in these last two hours worrying about where you could have gone and what you were doing. I couldn’t stop thinking about your broken expression as you grabbed your things and stormed out the door.” 

His voice quickly grew shaky; you knew he was on the verge of crying again just by the tone of his voice. For some reason, you found yourself giving in to him and finally looked up. It felt like a slap to the face; seeing him with the most heart wrenching frown—not once in your relationship did you ever question Mark’s love for you and right now, hearing that he beat himself up for the last few hours while he was going crazy thinking of the many possibilities that something bad happened to you made you come to the realization that the beautiful man in front of you loved you more than you could ever fathom in to words. 

“I know you’re tired from work—I don’t know why I didn’t just keep my mouth shut. If I could, I’d go back and prevent this entire night from happening. I was so fucking scared y/n. You don’t know California all that well; you could have taken a wrong turn and ended up on your way to Las Vegas—your car could have broken down in the middle of nowhere and someone could have came and—I don’t even want to think about it. I’m sorry for hurting you—I know you’re well aware that I would rather sit and suffer through listening to Yugyeom and BamBam screaming while playing MarioKart than to hurt you in any possible way. You don’t have to forgive me. Hell, scream at me; yell at me, hit me, do whatever you want to me. Just know that I’m extremely sorry, and I’ll do whatever I have to in order to get you to trust me again.” 

He hesitantly stood up and didn’t even spare a glance at you before making his way back into the living room. You were upset that he didn’t give you any time to respond, but at the same time—you were extremely grateful. Right after he left you all alone at the table, you allowed the tears to flow freely from your eyelids as his apology continuously replayed in your mind. Whatever exhaustion you felt from earlier that disappeared right after you abruptly left the apartment was quickly returning—though, you didn’t know if you were physically tired or just mentally drained at this point. 

You gave yourself a couple of minutes alone just to plan out what you were going to do. Going to sleep sounded like the most rational decision to make; especially because you were meant to wake up in less than four hours to work another long, grueling and tiresome ten-hour shift. But you didn’t want to go to bed on bad terms with Mark. If he was willing to give up his pride and raise the white flag first just to make sure you were well aware that he was extremely regretful and apologetic of his actions, then it was only righteous of you to forgive him. You got up from your seat and put away the cup of coffee before taking in a deep breath and making your way in to the living room. 

The lights were off; but the lights from the hallway were still dimly lit enough for you to notice that Mark was lying down on the couch with a pillow and a blanket wrapped around him. This was the first time since you moved in together that you found him outside on the couch. A small smirk raised on your face—your boyfriend was always so courteous and considerate. 

He began tossing and turning in order to find a sleeping position he would be comfortable in. Your couch was pretty spacious and the two of you have slept on it countless times while watching movies together, but you were sure he was probably bummed by your response or lack thereof. You walked over to the end of the couch and gently tapped his thigh with your knee to get his attention. 

“What are you doing?” 

Although there was barely enough light to even see his figure, you were able to see him shrug nonchalantly at your question—as if you already knew the answer. 

“You’re still mad at me. I don’t want to make matters even worse. I’m giving you your space—“ You surprised both yourself and your boyfriend by flopping on top of him, earning yourself a soft whimper. Nonetheless, his hands made their way down towards your lower back without hesitance. His heart was racing against your chest; you had a feeling he wasn’t expecting for you to forgive him tonight let alone throw yourself in top of him. The two of you sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the only sound that could be heard was your breaths and his fingers tapping lightly on your skin. He placed a couple of gentle kisses on your jaw and gripped at your chin; lifting it up to make eye contact with you. 

“I lied. I did read the messages and I cried like a baby—you ass. Okay, I’m gonna start off by admitting that there were some things I also said that were out of line and that I did not mean. You are not a bad boyfriend at all Mark—you are the best boyfriend—hell, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. A lot of what I said was because I was so pissed off at you. I had such a terrible day at work. I was scolded by my manager twice for things I didn’t do, I had to work two extra hours to help out because three people called in sick, I was thrown up on and my break was cut short because we were so low staffed today and everyone in California all seemed to have kidney malfunctions on the same damn day. All I wanted to do was fall apart in your arms and have you comfort me like you always do—but then I come home and you make a comment about how lazy I am and I just—I cracked. Normally you’re always so good at picking up on the fact that I’ve had shit days; so, for you to make me feel even worse when all I wanted to do was find solace in you—it made me so fucking sad. And then I went out and drove for a while but I came to the realization that it wasn’t a good idea for me to roam around in a city I’m not familiar with while I was fuming so I went to a coffee shop and just thought about everything.” 

Feeling his grip on your hips tighten only made it evident that your words had an effect on him. Sure, you were telling your side of the story and you had every right to—Mark deserved to hear what an asshole he was towards you—the last person in his life that he ever wanted to hurt. But he could just picture you sitting in your car; sobbing and blaming yourself like you’ve done multiple times in the past even if it wasn’t your fault. You were the kind of person who had a tendency to think you were the reason why things went wrong. 

Usually, it was in situations at work; but he couldn’t help but feel as if you were beating yourself up about the argument that could have honestly been prevented if he observed your posture and body language and just kept his mouth shut. You wiped away a tear that fell from his cheek before placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

“I wanted to continue giving you your space, but I had so many negative thoughts running through my mind. I was so, so worried about you. Baby I am so fucking sorry—“ you playfully pinched his cheek before covering his mouth with your hand. 

“No more apologies okay? Our argument is in the past. I just want you to know what happened and why I decided to return back so soon. If I’m being honest with you, I was planning on staying out until I had to head in to work again but sleeping in my car is not the most easiest thing to do. You hurt me Mark—I know it wasn’t purposely but for a few minutes, I actually contemplated on staying at a hotel or something. I didn’t want to see you for the rest of the night and I hated that I felt like that—even if it was for a split second. I always want you Mark. Every second—every minute—every hour spent away from you is spent thinking about you. What you’re doing, if you ate your meals on time, how you’re doing, if you miss me the way I can’t stop missing you, when I’ll get to see you next—then I got your message and they just solidified the love you have for me. Not that I ever questioned it once in our three years of dating. I’m sorry about the dishes—I’m sorry if I haven’t been myself these last few days but please Mark—I’m not acting this way on purpose. I’m so tired. You’re the only reason why I don’t end up in a mental institution at the rate I’m going. I’ll try to be better okay? I love you too by the way—so much.” 

The longer you spoke, the more tears fell from his eyes knowing how you must’ve felt so unhappy while overthinking the argument and just your entire day in general and he just felt so angry with himself. It was one thing for him to think about how much the argument must have bothered you, but it was another thing to hear you confess what had happened at work before coming home to a nagging and complaining boyfriend. 

He felt sick to his stomach and it was even more upsetting because he didn’t have the right words to explain just how sorry he was nor did he know what to do to make it known that he was regretful of the entire situation. Your boyfriend didn’t give you any time to prepare; he cupped your face in his hands and roughly connected your lips together. His lips were chapped and dry and tasted like salt from the tears. However, his movements were dominant and quick; his desire and need to kiss you was all that was on his mind at the moment. 

He wanted you to feel how much he loved you and how remorseful he was through the kiss. His tongue pushed down all but gently against your bottom lip before bringing it in between his teeth. The kiss continued to deepen the longer your tongues battled for dominance; any anger you held for your boyfriend was completely gone at this point. As much as you loved the way his lips melded perfectly against yours, you were finally feeling the wave of exhaustion re-enter your body and to Mark’s disappointment, you pulled away and placed your forehead against his.

“Babeeeee—“

“Come on, let’s go to bed.” 

You got up from off of him and reached your hand out in order to help him up. Mark was the definition of a clingy boyfriend—everyone who knew the two of you both witnessed and heard just how possessive he was over you and how he constantly had to be touching on you. But nobody ever complained—it was so adorable. He wrapped his arms around your stomach and placed his head on your shoulder while letting you guid the two of you towards your shared bedroom. You attempted to escape his hold in order to move around freely, but he had other plans and continued to cling to you like a sloth.

“Babe, I have to get ready for bed—“

“You can get ready while I hold you.”

“I can’t take off my scrubs with your arms around me.”

“I guess that means I have to take them off for you—it would be my pleasure baby.” You rolled your eyes and gently shoved him while grabbing one of his shirts and making your way towards the bathroom. 

“Baby?” You hummed in curiosity and gingerly smiled at him. 

“It’s already 3 in the morning. Maybe you should call in sick. I don’t like the thought of you going to work with barely any amount of sleep and I know we’ve moved on from our argument—but it’s only human for you to think about it again. I don’t want you getting yelled at again if your manager senses that you’re tired. Plus, you’ve been working so much this last month. I know you love your job, but it’s okay to take a well deserved rest once in a while—“ 

He had a point. Besides Mark, work was your ultimate priority. Sometimes, you put the hospital before your own health and private life. There were occasions where Mark would invite you out with him and his friends, but a lot of the time, you would either be at work or sometimes be called in as you started getting ready. Working so much led to over exhaustion every now and then but no matter how sick you felt—whether it was a cold, the flu or nausea, you would still find yourself tending to patients. It was something Mark wasn’t all too fond of; especially because your boyfriend seemed to be the only one genuinely concerned about your well-being. 

As soon as you finished your nighttime routine, you wasted no time making your way towards where Mark was sitting on the bed and crawled on top of him. He gave you a tired yet toothy grin and pulled you close to his chest. His hands returned to your lower waist and he even playfully pinched your butt; earning himself a slap to the shoulder. You brought one of your hands in to his hair while cupping his cheek lovingly with the other. 

“I know you don’t want me apologizing anymore, but I just want to say sorry one last time. I can’t promise we won’t argue again—we’re both stubborn as hell—but I promise to be more patient; more understanding. And I don’t want you leaving—you really did worry me baby. I love you so much y/n. I’m sorry if what I said earlier made you question my love for you—but I love you. I’ve loved you for the last three years and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life.” You placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth before smashing your cheek against his chest. 

“I love you too. A lot more than I get around to telling you. Fine. If I stay home tomorrow, you owe me.” He gently pulled away from you and began wiggling his brows. 

“Oh, and what do you have in mind? You know babe, we don’t need to wait till tomorrow, I can give you what you deserve right now. I’ll take such good care of you—“

“I don’t mean sex you horny ass, I meant you make me breakfast in bed or prepare a bath for me. If I’m calling in sick, I want a relaxing day off.” He gave you an adorable pout while playfully hiding his face in between your breasts and whining softly. 

“Making love can be relaxing. Come on Y/n, it’s been almost a week since I had your pretty lips around my cock. I’m sex deprived. As much as I prefer you topping me and riding my cock like the professional cowgirl you are, I’ll take the lead. I’ll eat your pussy out until you cry—fuck you till you scream. Might as well you call out for the entire week. I think you and I both know angry makeup sex is the best sex. Don’t lie y/n, you miss having me inside of you just as much as I miss feeling your tight walls wrapped around me—“

“I think I made a mistake telling you to come in here. Go back to the couch.”

#got7 imagines #got7 #mark tuan #mark tuan imagines #got7 mark

[goldkirk]

okay hi this is for myself to look back at later, and for anyone who it can be useful for.

hello, it’s me, I’m katie, and it’s 1:09 AM holy shit it’s literally 1:09 AM while I’m writing this and I have a Spotify playlist for insomnia that’s literally titled “1:09 a.m. honey”

anyway hi it’s me I’m here and it’s gonna be a ✨trauma breakdown night!!!✨

I don’t know how I know, but I can feel it building on and off like it has all day, and the little flashes I’ve gotten of feelings here and there have not felt great.

so I may pass out soon and have a breakdown tomorrow instead, or I may be unable to sleep and have it in the middle of the night—we’ll see! boy can’t wait to find out what flavor of spicy emotions my brain’s throwing at me this time!!!! will I cry? will I remember something really scary??? will I have to go lie by the toilet in the bathroom? will I need to wake aoife up so I can hold her instead of scratching like mad trying to make sure I’m still feeling my body? we just don’t know but also maybe it’ll be quiet. just a small ride-out where I’m quiet and thinking through it and then I come back to the forefront and get back to business. It could happen!

I’ve had a lead-up to this that I didn’t really see until tonight—moments of noticing I’m clenching my jaw so much my teeth ache, more muscle soreness, lots of joint popping, not wanting to leave the only zone that “feels safe” which is part of the inside of my apartment, not being able to care about video games or friend convos or fanfiction. having little moments of glitching here and there. and the biggest most important is that increasingly especially over the last day and a half I’ve been terrified of everything that happens around me. Every sound or voice or movement or change in routine or anything at all is triggering full-scale thought spirals and me going into hide-and-submit mode—I am hiding from my roommate over and over for no reason, over little things that she doesn’t even act mad over. but also, interestingly, I’m. oh. man, I’m having brain skips, I keep losing my thought and then I realize I’m staring blankly at the screen. ANYWAY, I mean to say that, curiously, goddamnit. again. okay, CURIOUSLY, what I meant to say is, that I’m no longer able to not take sarcasm at face value, bc I don’t recognize it as sarcasm, I hear it as potentially true and so I respond quiet-serious-subdued or I respond quick-snap-speak-like-wasps and regret what I say. And only after it’s pointed out to me do I realize it was a joke, bc all I could think was “make certain if the threat is real” combined with “feel WAY too much for body to hold, ALL in one second, snap back defensively like ur snarling”

oof

#and I think it’s beginning #bruh I don’t know what the feeling is under the thin layer smashing all my emotions at this point but whatever it is #it’s very chest-y and fast and tight-curl-hold-in-the-too-big if that makes sense #can’t I just kick this down some stairs #i’d rather have a lovely sleep #OH IM SPOSED TO TRY DOUBLING MY ONE MED WHEN THIS HAPPENS hang on #be back soon #unless I fall asleep I hope I fall asleep #shh katie #personal

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Just My Type: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)

Chapter 2 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Darkside

Main Masterlist

A/N: This chapter is 2K words more than the last chapter and I’ve second guessed every single line in this one. This story is getting a lot of traction guys and I’m equal parts happy and scared. Thank you for the nice comments, they do encourage me. Also I’m just ranting feel free to skip this note haha. Your support in any form: like, comment or reblog is appreciated greatly. Also you can dm if you want to be friends, God knows I need those. Hopefully, this chap was worth the wait. Also, I made a poster for this on the main masterlist so check that out, it might be foreshadowing dome plot.

Warning: Eventual Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, a mild mental breakdown, Cheap Tricks later.

Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary: Steve can't ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can't get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.

Chapter 2: Just My Type

It had almost been a week since the incident and you had barely gotten a wink of sleep. When you drove back to your house that night, Steve surprisingly didn’t argue as you had expected. After that friend of his whispered something in his ears, you only assumed he was needed elsewhere and you couldn’t be more thankful for that. They escorted you to your car and Steve thanked you with a strained smile, words genuine but eyes calculating. You didn’t even wonder what went inside his head. You were thankful for the peace and quiet of your own car, content to just get out of the area and into your humble abode.

After you put the already asleep Grace to bed, you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of her room. You just sat on the floor beside the bed, hand intertwined with hers as you rested your head beside her tummy on the mattress.

Your adrenaline wore off and your limbs ached as your thoughts finally settled into place, the gravity of the catastrophe a few hours prior hitting you. Tears made their way down your cheeks as you realized that you both could have very well died tonight.

One bullet could have sealed each of your lives and you were basically defenseless had Steve not saved you against the creeping assaulter. You couldn’t commend yourself for even defending yourself against one attacker, the guilt of killing someone harboring in your tired head. Your quiet whimpers eventually wore you out, while Grace’s shallow breaths lulled you to sleep.

You didn’t manage to sleep for long though, every time your eyes closed, horrific images flashed in your mind. A blood curdling scream here, heaps of dead bodies there, with distant exploding sounds all around. You could see men clad in black holding guns to Grace’s head and whensoever you woke up, you just wondered how much more creative your mind could get, making these visuals so realistic.

When 8 AM rolled in, you didn’t wake Grace up even though it was Monday and you had work. You got up, changed into a long tee after a shower and called your office and then her daycare. You knew you would have a hard time going back to your normal life, to become trusting enough to leave her alone.

Your assumption about yourself was right. You took almost the entire week off, which your boss generously allowed you to after hearing your traumatic experience, which soon made the city news headlines. All your colleagues checked on you, almost once in the five day break you took, and sweetly enough offered to bring you anything you needed.

It was kind of them, but none of them could bring you what your heart genuinely craved: peace and assurance that you and Grace would be safe.

Even though Saturdays were off, you did go to work to see what you missed and where to start on again. You went in because you knew that the random spurt of resolution you got in the bathroom to collect your life, wouldn’t last.

To ease back into your normal life, you gathered your guts, called a babysitter and left home. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave Grace at the daycare just yet. One of your good friends offered to come in to the office and help you, even on the weekend and you were quite grateful to him.

When you both decided to take lunch in the nearby dining place, you both got to talking, the conversation obviously originating from ‘How have you been?’ and ‘Is Grace okay?’. You reminisced about how you used a photobooth to hide, grotesquely and uncomfortably chuckling when you remembered Sarah calling you her mom and how her dad saved you all.

You deliberately left the part where you killed someone and Steve shot someone too. You hadn’t come to terms with it yet and you stiffly restricted your mind whenever it tried to go down that lane.

He sensed how the conversation was becoming tense and distressing for you and briskly redirected the topic.

“I hope the dad was hot though?” He wiggled his eyes creepily and you snorted at his vulgarity, light for the first time in days.

“He was easy on the eyes; I will admit that.” You played along, recalling your girlfriends and how you used to ogle people.

“Don’t be a homewrecker though, I don’t support cheating.” He said nonchalantly, checking his phone as a notification bell rang off.

“He’s a widower.”

His eyes snapped up and met yours as his head tilted in confusion. “That’s a strange fact to know about someone you met for a few minutes.”

Steve’s even stranger comment about his dead wife popped in your mind and before you could stop yourself, you blurted that out as well.

“He even said and I quote, ‘She deserved what she got.’” He put his phone down, weirdly amused.

“Ooh Creepy! Do you think he is one of those husbands who kill their wives and bury them in the backyard? The podcasts always say that the psychopaths are visually handsome and charming. And his statement was quite vague and spooky.” He continued munching, and you felt that now Aiden was really paying attention unlike before.

“Steve did have a gun while searching for Sarah, come to think of it.” You drank your tea and awaited his response. What you did not expect was his eyes to widen and worry to cloud his features.

“Um Widower Steve with a toddler Sarah? At the place where The Vices attacked?” He mumbled, grabbing his phone and doing God knows what on it. Your eyebrows furrowed and before you could ask him what was up with his antics, he resumed.

“This is a long shot but I really hope your Steve didn’t look like this.” He positioned the phone in your vision, and you could already tell it was Steve by the sapphire blue of his eyes piercing through the screen into your soul. The picture was a month or two old, his hair was much longer when you met him than in the photo.

“This is him.” Your eyes met Aiden’s and worry visibly took over his features as his forehead creased and jaw tense.

He looked around the restaurant, finding it empty in the afternoon. He leaned and whispered, “This Steve of yours is dangerous.”

You interrupted Aiden, even though you already knew Steve was, the sight of his armed men still fresh in your head, and inquired, “Why do you say so?”

“It’s just like the fictional stories we hear from our parents, except here, in this city of ours, every myth holds true. There are really powerful men, untouchable by law, who reign the city silently and live luxuriously. Every shady, under the table deal you’ve heard of, transpires. Illegal trades, fraud schemes and bounty hunters are not fictional, they exist here. These men kill whatever hinders them and trust me, you don’t want to be the deer caught in their Jaguar’s headlights.”

Ice froze in your veins again, resembling the fear you felt that night but now because of your deemed ‘savior’. You convinced yourself that you had not wronged him in any way, instead had saved his daughter’s life.

“Are you in contact with him? If you are, distance yourself cleverly, don't block him immediately.”

“No, we just parted ways near my car, he thanked me for Sarah and was called away. It’s almost been a week and he hasn’t reached out if that’s what you mean. We didn’t exchange contacts and I don’t think I even told him my full name.” You explained yourself as if you were on the witness stand in court, trying to convince yourself more than Aiden.

“Pray that he doesn’t remember you more than that, if at all. I’m being totally honest here in telling you this, I’m genuinely worried for you and Grace. You are smart but he is powerful. He has unimaginable resources and if you become more than a speck of dust on his windshield, you are screwed. There is no exaggeration here.” You took his words to your heart and swore to be careful, if not for yourself then for Grace.

The rest of the day went by and you found yourself dwelling on and worrying about Aiden’s words. At least he put it out there as it was. Heeding his advice, you did google Steve on your phone, finally finding him in the topmost news headline when you added ‘Buck’ in the search bar as well.

‘With 38 lawsuits pending against businessman Steve Rogers, the filers have lost all hope in prosecuting him. All cases are being drawn out for indefinite periods of time by the Chief Justice Bruce……’

Aiden was right.

Businessmen was code for illegal mob heads. Cases being stretched on meant he was, in fact, invincible, at least to the common man’s fists.

You flickered through several titles, each one more surprising than the last. He was believed to be involved in the carnival attack, alleged for three hit and run cases that he didn’t lose but the witnesses swore they saw him driving and was also rumored to have brought in quintals of drugs just last week, but the packets just evaporated into thin air and there was no proof of their existence in the first place even on incessant searching.

Every crime of his made you shudder and you mentally thanked Aiden for pulling you out of your oblivion. Your mind raced and heart palpated and you cursed yourself for being so drastically unaware even after living here for almost four years. Technically speaking, Steve and you were even, him saving your life and you saving his daughter’s. No logical reason came to your mind for him contacting you ever.

You wished as Aiden said and assured yourself that your paths would never cross again, Steve not having reached out in a week, so hopefully never again.

That thought went out the window when you reached home to find a box awaiting you. Hannah, the babysitter you had called, informed you it came around 5 in the evening and was exclusively to be opened by you today.

Your mind raced as you paid the babysitter, your hands sweaty as you tried not to think about the gift and its sender. There was an apparently clear answer to who mailed it but you refused to accept that, courtesy of Aiden.

The box was of the height of Grace, it was black with red hearts painted across it; some red roses also sparingly adorned it. You opened the lid and found tons of red tissues and a multi-flower bouquet adorned with mostly red roses and a few purple and pink flowers.

Because of your frequent gardening in your backyard, you knew all the flowers’ meanings. To sum it all up, red flowers, especially roses were used for courting someone. Pink meant admiration, purple for beauty and you knew the ‘violet’ flowers were for loyalty.

As your nerves increased tenfold, you willed yourself to get it over with and empty out the box first, ignoring the little card in your bouquet, saving the ‘best’ for last. You find a mini bouquet inside but unlike yours, it had chocolates of every kind. You did read its card and cringed when it was for Grace, bothered not by the deed but by the doer.    

Further inside were some animal plushies, face masks, perfumes, scented body lotions and shampoos. Your head hurt thinking about the ‘single mother care package’ delivered to you by someone you refused to acknowledge.

As Grace sat in her playpen occupied, you dared to pick your card and read its message, your heart beating unrealistically fast for someone who refused to accept the cruciality of her situation.

~

I can’t thank you enough in this lifetime for saving my little princess. The gift of your help is more than anything money could ever buy for me. Please accept this invitation of mine for dinner tomorrow night, 7PM at La Bonne Nuit, as a symbol of my sincere gratitude for everything you’ve done. I’ll gets the kids covered and pick you up, you just be ready and look as amazing you always do.                                                                                           Sincerely,                                                                      Steve Rogers

                                                                                            ~

You stilled as you read it over and over again.

An invitation, your ass. Even in writing his authority portrayed, there was no question and hope for you coming, he just stated that you’d come. Looking pretty as always? You just met him once, in the middle of a calamity, covered in dirt and blood.

All the red roses and gifts screamed his romantic interest but you illusioned yourself into thinking they meant gratitude. You wouldn’t be able to digest it all otherwise.

Knowing what you knew now about Steve, you understood there was no denying the dinner tomorrow. You had to get out of his clutches and distance yourself, but as Aiden had so rightfully said, cleverly.

That night you laid in bed mulling over your next course of actions. You had called the gift shop to return the unwarranted presents you received but they said it was non refundable and anonymous to trace. You bitterly snorted in their face, they put a card with Steve’s name on it for heaven’s sake!

You didn’t flinch even when you realized you never gave Steve your address, neither for mailing stuff nor for picking you up. There was no number given to call him and thank or to call him and deny. The bastard had planned it all out, and you felt like you were driving in a one way lane, going deeper into the tunnel. Somewhere among your all-relentless fretting, you managed to finally sleep.

 When the doorbell rang, your eyebrows furrowed. It was just 6 PM and you weren’t expecting anybody else except for Steve. You had already begun getting ready, having developed a habit of keeping an extra margin of time now having a toddler. You still had to assemble Grace’s essential backpack, fill it with her meds and bottles.

While still putting on your diamond earring, you made your way to the door, unlocking it to find a redhead grinning at you. Before you could interact with her, a small body clung to your legs and you looked down to find the azure eyed kid that put you in this mess, Sarah, smiling up at you.

“Mama! You look pwetty!” She looked up in awe and now aware that she didn’t have a mother, you were even more so coerced into accepting this title rather than telling the kid that 'you are semi orphaned'.

“I’m Wanda, Sarah’s nanny. Mr. Rogers told me to pick her friend, Grace, up for the night?” So, this was what Steve meant. Bringing Sarah was proof enough of her legitimacy, but behind her you saw ‘Buck’ salute you from the driver’s seat of the black car. One of these days, you needed to learn his real name.

You invited Wanda inside and Sarah ran to Grace immediately, grabbing and whining while asking Grace to give her some popcorn she was munching on, her fist generously full.

In your open plan kitchen, you grabbed two plastic bowls, filled them with each with the tub of popcorn that sat in the microwave and handed each toddler one, fortunately quietening Sarah. Sarah obeyed Grace, in first thanking you, their ‘mama’ and then following her to her open playpen.

You faced Wanda again who sat on a barstool and kept on beaming. If your annoyance at her amusement showed, she sure didn’t let it falter the smile.

“Mr. Rogers told me you’d worry about your daughter, but I assure you she’d be in more than capable hands.” All you could focus on was how self-reassured she was. “I’ve served him for almost two years, the last family I served, I was there for 8 years and before them, I was employed for 3. I know the general bedtime and snacks, all I need from you is information about her allergies.”

You nodded and told her about Grace, her meds and what all you packed. When you got to know that her family owned the daycare Grace went to, you were finally somewhat convinced. After seeing them off, it was about fifteen minutes later, that the devil disguised in Prada showed up at your door.

You grabbed your purse and your keys. Wiping your sweaty palms on your dress, you opened the door. Steve stood there, a smirk lodging on his handsome face. His blue, three-piece suit perfectly paired with his cerulean eyes was impressive to say the least.

He was dressed to kill, and it appeared as if you were his first victim.

As your eyes took him in from top to bottom, his did the same lazily, taking their time, resting at certain places for longer period than others.

“You look stunning.”

You knew you did. You wore one of your more expensive dresses when you found out La Bonne Nuit to be one of the few seven-star hotels in the country. In hindsight, if you’d have dressed worse, maybe he’d have left you alone.

“Thank you.”

“Shall we?” He offered you his hand and you obliged with your palm in his. Your other hand pulled the doorknob while you stepped out, all alarms already set-in place. He waited while you locked and put the keys in and when you were done, with a soft kiss along your knuckles, he pulled you along.

The act surprised you, your stomach turning and your gut wrenching and you wondered if you’d be able to process the food after all, with your upset digestive system.

Like a proper gentleman, he opened the door for you and when you settled, he took his position at the driver’s seat. The silence was painful for you, your overthinking finally filling ideas in your head that you avoided contemplating about all day, focusing on Grace.

He was relaxed though; his humming was proof enough.

Mid way through, your thoughts were rudely interrupted when a hand housed itself on your knee. You glanced to find Steve’s palm slightly rubbing your knee. If it was meant to be assuring, you certainly didn’t feel like it.

You frowned and looked up to Steve who still had the arrogant smirk on his face, eyes straight ahead on the road, giving no indication of his inappropriate touching.

You wanted to swat his hand away but a brainwave dashed through your head and a disturbing thought made you halt, that whether he carried guns to restaurants as well, since carnivals were no big deal.

You ignored his hand and continued looking outside, pretending to ignore it as well as he did. Your scowl was a huge giveaway though.

You didn’t know that, but when your eyes found their way out, his finally rested on your face, the smirk growing even more.

Thankfully, apart from the incongruous touching, the dinner went okay-ish. The food and wine were impeccable, perfect even, the restaurant on the hotel’s top floors was so picturesque. You tried to savor your one-time experience there, knowing you’d no way be able to come back there.

Well, you tried to relish as much as you could while your mind still sat there, wary of the human in front of you. If you’d ignore your journey here, Steve was nothing short of a true gentleman, often making you wonder if you had imagined his hand on you.

This ‘friendly’ date you were having was probably one of the best you have had, he had left no expenses. He appeared to be interested in your work, about your childhood and about Grace’s but you swiftly avoided his questions about her father. He was growing a tad bit too comfortable for your liking and you still refused to entertain the idea that this was a ‘date’ date.

When you were finally onto dessert, the last course of your meal, your table was shadowed by the broad frame of a brunette and his date. He clapped Steve’s shoulder and Steve rose to hug him, you awkwardly smiled.

“It’s been far too long since you’ve been here, Cap. Why don’t you and your gorgeous date stop by my penthouse for a bit? We could finally go over the papers you sent me, in person?” He winked, they discussed something more and then went away, his date bowing and trailing after him as well.

Steve claimed his seat again, and finally told you about the interrupter. “That was my good friend, Tony Stark, always in a hurry. I’ll introduce you to him when we meet him later.”

“I think I’ll be heading home; you need not worry about my introduction, I hardly think we’ll ever run into each other again.” His eyes narrowed and you clarified, “Me and Mr. Stark, I meant.”

That’s good, don’t associate yourself with more of his kind.

“He was so kind in inviting you though, it would be rude to refuse.”

“It’s already late, Steve. And I’ve never left Grace alone for a night yet. What if she’s antsy? What if she is bothered? What if she feels unsafe? She's only used to very few people, and after last week, I-” You had started the sentence hoping to use Grace as an excuse but every word of yours succeeded in making you more apprehensive.

The carnival night flashed in your mind, along with the nightmares and you started panicking even more. Your hands clammy, your dessert spoon fell in your lap as sought your phone in your purse, hoping to call Wanda for an update. You felt like a terrible mother, who left her child with a stranger, only a week after she suffered trauma, just to go on a date with a mobster.

Steve reached across the table and grabbed your fidgety hands and as you wriggled to get your hands free, he softly called your name. Voice stern but vocals gentle. Your blurry eyes snapped to meet his while he guided you to breathe deeply, in and out.

His firm hold convinced you to listen to him, you’d never free yourself of them otherwise.

When you had calmed a bit, he withdrew his hands and fetched his phone. Your thoughts slowed down, and you wondered if anyone here was judging you. Your little scene, mercifully, went unnoticed by the other affluent people dining here.

Steve handed you his phone where four colored frames rested, the screen showing you Grace and Sarah cuddled in a frilly, pink four poster where Wanda sat too, her lips moving.

The feed was live and the screen muted, both the toddlers’ eyes fluttering close slowly, on the bridge of sleep.

You handed the phone back to Steve and drank your water while he rubbed circles on the back of one of your hands. You never freaked out like you did right now, always collected and never giving into anxiety. What had happened to you?

Well, In your defense, you had never experienced a disaster either.

“The kids are safe; I’m never putting either of them in harm’s way ever again.”

Your mind did catch the plural in his statement but you promised yourself you would not let it get that far and continued drinking your water, emptying the entire glass.

“The HD image you just saw was by cameras Tony recently developed. His technology is amazing, I’ll take you to his lab sometime.” You appreciated his attempt to redirect the topic but you also focused on how tech-savvy his friends were as well.

You hummed and agreed, trying to be ambiguous with your answer.

When you finished your dessert, you hoped he’d forget about his ‘friend’ Tony but to no avail.

“His penthouse is two floors above. He owns this hotel as well in case you didn’t notice.” He led you to the elevator as you recalled the Starks Group logo you saw earlier sometime.

Some AI named Jarvis opened the elevator doors for you in the living room of Tony’s penthouse. It was even more magnificent than the restaurant earlier, the place illuminated by several hues of different colours. Steve chuckled and strung you along, introducing you to a ginger-head named Pepper, who was Tony’s date earlier and went to search for his acquaintance.

She offered you wine but you politely declined, opting for water instead. She brought your glass to you from the extravagant kitchen and you both sat on the barstool there instead of the living room. Too anxious to say the wrong thing, you stayed quiet until her voice filled the deafening silence.

“So, Steve almost never brings dates around. You two serious?” She questioned, leaning towards you, waiting for some gossip, no doubt.

“Oh no! We aren’t dating. He just invited me for a friendly dinner. We merely met the other week.” You deliberately left out the part where there was bombing by crime families and attack on the common man.

“Honey, in the mob life, you don’t just introduce random people to the fam.”

Oh, she wasn’t being shy about the whole mob ordeal. It seemed weird to hear it from her, since you and Steve hadn’t used the word yet. Maybe he figured you already knew considering the circumstances you met in or how famous he was.

“We really aren’t romantically involved. This dinner was just a gesture of gratitude if I’m being truthful.”

She chuckled, as if you were a kid making stories and quizzed, “Gratitude for what?”

You trapped yourself into that one. You didn’t know how to answer her and your brain downright blanked. Surprisingly,, Steve came to your rescue and two voices interposed your conversation.

Steve called your name and as you turned to the men, he continued, “She’s the one who saved Sarah the other night. You know the story, Wilson probably got it printed.”

“Impressive, really. Hey, I’m Tony and I see you’ve already met Pepper, my fiancée.” He shook your hand and kissed your knuckles, much like Steve did earlier in the day. You bowed, smiled and mumbled a ‘nice to meet you as well’. They escorted you to the elevator and Tony continued.

“Well, it’s not everyday Steve brings brave and extraordinarily attractive women around. Welcome to the family, sweetie. She’s a keeper, Cap.” He winked while saying the last sentence and before you could correct him, Steve ushered you inside the elevator, bro-hugging him. As the doors closed, Pepper winked at you from behind Tony and a shudder ran through you.

Okay you had to make it clear, get on the same page.

As the elevator music filled the silence, you started, “Steve, look we aren’t-”, “I served in the army, that’s why Tony calls me Cap, short for captain.” And crudely got interrupted.

“I never wanted to get into the army, I thought people were fools to sacrifice the one life they got. But I went to make my mother’s dream a reality, I really loved her, you know? Sarah is named after her, my mother.”

His voice broke at the end and as much as you wanted to redirect onto your former topic, you couldn’t. This amiability of yours would be the death of you.

“She died alone in her bed; I was dispatched too far away to even make it back for her funeral.” He mumbled but you heard him clear as a sunny day, and he leaned back onto the wall for support while you awkwardly rubbed his shoulder to return the support he provided earlier during your mental breakdown.

He closed his eyes and gathered himself, taking deep breaths. As the elevator dinged, his eyes opened and he gave you a strained smile.  

The car ride to his mansion was painfully silent, his mind too sidetracked to focus on harassing you again. With all that you went through today, you almost forgot about that.

His mansion was enormous, twenty guards stood outside and even more patrolled the lawn. He took you inside his house, the interior even more detailed and scenic than Tony’s temporary residence.

You just concentrated on swiftly getting Grace and Uber-ing back. As Steve showed you earlier, Grace and Sarah hugged and slept and it was a meticulous task to untangle their limbs without waking either of them up andnd get Grace with her back-pack. You thanked Wanda on the way out, hoping to avoid Steve but somehow he stood outside before you, leaning on his sleek black car. He opened the door for you before you could refuse the ride. You settled with Grace in the backseat itself, trying to be smart.

He just summoned one of his guards to drive and sat alongside you in the back. You didn’t let the annoyance at his clinginess show though. You just focused on Grace who drooled over your shoulder.

Hopefully, there won’t be any point of exposure to him ever again, your circles didn’t match, both social and professional. Your Venn diagrams didn’t overlap anywhere. This should be reason enough to avoid meeting ever again.

He didn’t try anything even this ride around. You doubted it was hardly because of the toddler or because of the driver. He did as he pleased, if he wanted to he could very well grope you. Luckily, he wasn't in the mood.

When you reached your dwelling, you stepped out hastily, thanking him in a whisper. You fumbled to get your keys out, but since everything you held slowed you down, he caught up with you without even trying.

He took and held Grace’s bag while you drew the keys out, Grace still on your hip. He handed you the bag back, “So this is it, I guess?”

“Yeah, tonight was a total delight. Thanks for the dinner and everything, really.” You put up your best façade, hoping to convince him.

“It was, thanks to you. The company matters the most.”

You awkwardly chuckled and you sensed him leaning in, his eyes flickering shut. Your eyes closed as you turned your head to avoid him, so that his lips would peck your cheek.

They never came.

Your eyes opened to find his and he chuckled, leaning in once again swiftly, catching you off guard this time. He didn’t meet your lips though, he kissed the corner of your mouth, lips overlapping for a fraction of skin.

“In due time, baby.” He stepped back and strolled to his car leisurely, content in his own world.

You opened your door and slammed it shut, the peck feeling wrong on so many levels. It felt more sensual than a lover’s kiss, leaving room for intimacy and longing.

Your thoughts ran a hundred kilometers an hour, the most absurd but nauseatingly true being, this was a date and it was not your last encounter.

Steve smirked outside in his car, the dinner an absolute success in his opinion. Tonight just made him feel that you both were more than compatible for each other. You needing him during your mental breakdown, him relaxing under your shy touch, Tony’s approval, not that important though, and your anxiety for Grace was the best part, because he, more often than he’d like to admit, fussed about Sarah the same way, agonizing and fretting her well being.

A text lit up his black screen and his grin widened even more if possible.

‘The Stark cameras are up and working, Sir.’

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[lonelier-version-of-you]

All in all, I thought those were two pretty good episodes tonight!

I feel like Casualty had a tendency to kind of drop patient storylines by the wayside for a long while now, but looking back on these past couple of months (excluding the Christmas flashback episodes, WTF were they thinking with those) I’m really optimistic that it’s improving in that regard. It feels like we’ve had a lot more focus on the patients lately than we have for a while - they’ve got a good balance between patient stories and staff stories, which I think is ideal.

(Meanwhile, on Holby, actual proper patient storylines have been practically nonexistent for a very very long time now. We literally get, like, one scene of a patient, then they’re taken to theatre and there’s a scene or two of the staff operating on them, then they disappear and all we get is a one-off line like “Mrs. Smith’s surgery went well!”. You can’t even blame COVID/the shorter episodes for it. There’s been practically no focus on the patients for years. Sigh. The only exception is when the patients have some kind of connection to the staff, and that’s a whole other kettle of fish.)

The first episode, “Balancing the Books”, was good. I think its biggest struggle is the focus on Matthew. His storyline is decent, but Osi Okerafor just isn’t that good of an actor (though I suppose he’d never improve if they didn’t challenge him!), and obviously a lot of people hate Matthew due to him causing Fenisha and Lev’s deaths. Casualty, seriously, you probably shouldn’t have introduced this character for a pointless love triangle, done nothing with him for weeks’ worth of episodes, and then had him try to convince his ex to leave her fiance for him last minute before the wedding and then while doing that get in a car crash that kills both said ex and (indirectly) another beloved character. It was kind of inevitable that he would not have the biggest fanbase.

Matthew’s biggest draw for me, however, is this: he isn’t Faith. And I could not possibly hate any other character on the show anywhere near as much as I hate Faith. So a Faith-centric episode last week followed by a Matthew-centric episode this week? Give me the Matthew ep ANY day, thanks.

Casualty has done a lot of PTSD storylines over these last couple of years. It’s becoming almost their gimmick at this point. Seriously, I’d bet if you listed off the Casualty characters, it would turn out the majority of them are neurodivergent... and the reason for that would be that at least half of them have some kind of PTSD. Ethan, Iain and Matthew are all confirmed to have it just off the top of my head. (Oh, and Chrissie, Iain’s ex, too, if we’re gonna count a recurring character.) Connie had PTSD and she only left last year. And that’s not even getting into other characters who appear to show signs. (Dylan is a textbook case of CPTSD, you can’t change my mind.)

But, regardless, at least they’re all done differently enough to be distinguishable. The circumstances under which Connie developed PTSD are totally different from the circumstances that led Matthew to develop PTSD, and so on.

And I think Matthew’s story seems to be taking an interesting angle. If anything, it reminds me less of any of the other PTSD storylines Casualty has done in recent years, and more of Oliver’s PTSD on Holby. Probably because one of the aspects of Oliver’s storyline also revolved around him having hit his girlfriend without realising after waking up from a nightmare. The stuff we saw between him and Stevie in the spring trailer intrigued me, so I’ll be interested to see how the story plays out from here.

The patient story with the prison officer who was in love with the inmate was... weird, but I did think the bloke playing Nathan was very very good so there was that.

Adi talking about looking at flats for him and Marty reminded me of Dylan, a year ago as of tomorrow, looking at houses for him and Faith. Something we all thought meant Dylan was about to have a breakdown but no it just didn’t go anywhere for some reason. Weird. But I digress. Anyway, I can’t stand Adi. He’s an asshole. After his first episode or two I thought maybe he was being written as just one cog in a terrible system, but nah, the system is terrible but Adi is also terrible. Look at how we’ve seen him behave towards Paula. He’s a jerk. Marty deserves better. This is an anti-Adi blog. As I say, I don’t know if we’re actually supposed to hate him as a person or just hate the system that he’s a part of, but nope, I hate him as a person too. Get Marty away from him.

Also, the special effects in the first ep weren’t as bad as usual. You can kind of get away with overdone special effects if you’re using them to represent that a character’s having a flashback. Still hate the incidental music though. No excuse for the incidental music.

I loved how kind Stevie was when she was talking to Sasha and helping her realise her mum was abusive. I want a Stevie in my life, dammit.

I think that’s about all I have to say about that ep, onto my thoughts on “Apron Strings”:

This was probably my favourite of tonight’s two episodes, although, as I say, both were good.

I just hate that Paul the Creepy Annoying Receptionist is back. Seriously. I despise him. What a weird, openly misogynistic little fuck. Why do they keep bringing him back when they know the entire audience hates him?

Although I do have to admit that that “cars aren’t deadly unless they hit you, aren’t they?” line was inexplicably hilarious to me. But one funny line does not make Paul’s existence worth it. I hate him. Get rid of Paul.

But the actual storyline with Robyn and the girl from Charlotte’s school was very powerful. Absolutely heartwrenching to watch, though - especially since the actress playing Kendra’s mum was so brilliant.

I guess we’re not going to find out what’s actually going on with Teddy’s health for a while yet, then. Should be interesting to see how it plays out.

I love to hate Teddy’s mum, by the way. She’s perfectly irritating.

Also, speaking of Teddy, that line where he told the woman’s daughter that she had “a chance for a fresh start” reminded me of that Holby scene where Henrik says he envies an amnesiac patient for having a “blank canvas” and “the opportunity for reinvention”.

I loved getting to see a good old “Dylan solves a medical mystery” storyline tonight. I feel like we don’t get those much anymore. His interactions with the patient were lovely. I also adored his bizarre, visibly autistic posture tonight. As they say, he’s just like me for real.

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[obx-adventures]

Butterflies

Summary: From dating in junior high to high school best friends is quite a trip.

A/N: I’m having some writers block so I’m hoping this little imagine based on real life will bring the creativity back so I can get started on The Fall.

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“What’s wrong?” Nick asks as we approach the Chateau. I look over at my boyfriend of 2 months and immediately feel guilty. His face is full of concern for me, so I summon a small smile and pretend to be excited for my birthday party tonight.

“Nothing, sweetie. I’m great.” I grab his hand as we walk up the steps of the porch.

I steel myself before I walk through the door, trying to protect my heart before I see JJ but also worrying that he won’t be here tonight. His girlfriend of 6 months, Amanda, has been keeping him away from the Pogues a lot lately, which has been particularly awful for me. Spending time with JJ is my favorite thing to do but it’s also incredibly painful. Unrequited love is a bitch.

When we walk inside, I’m met with a cacophony of laughter and music. Kie sees us first and runs over to embrace me. She picks me up, spins me around, and yells “Happy Birthday” over and over. Her drunken energy lifts my spirits, buoying me up from edge of despair. Soon after, Sarah, Pope, and John B swarm around me and I’m suffocating in the middle of a group hug.

When they finally release me, I ask the question I’ve been dreading, “No JJ?”

I can’t interpret their responses. John B looks angry, Sarah and Kie are giddy, and Pope is concerned. It’s Pope I focus on and await an answer.

“Umm, he’s in the spare room. He’s… not really in a party mood.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Amanda broke up with him.” I raise my eyebrows at Pope and then look over at Sarah and Kie, finally understanding why they look so happy.

“Ding dong, the bitch is gone!” Sarah exclaims while laughing. None of us liked JJ’s girlfriend, especially when she started isolating him from us three months ago.

Without speaking to any of them, I head toward JJ’s room. I knock softly but let myself in before I hear a reply. I find the room completely dark and see JJ curled under the blankets.

“Hey, J…” He pulls down the blankets enough for me to see his eyes. They’re rimmed in red and his cheeks are tear stained.

“Happy Birthday,” he says softly.

“Thank you. You going to come out to the party?”

“Not in the mood.”

“I know, love.” I sit on the edge of the bed and reach over to brush the hair out of his face. “But maybe being around my sunny disposition would help.”

“She fucking dumped me…” His eyes well up again but he keeps himself in check.

“Pope told me. I’m sorry.”

“I bent over backwards to make it work. And she still fucking left.”

I crawl under the blankets and wrap my arms around him. As soon as he’s in my arms, his tears break free. I hold him tightly and stroke his hair to soothe him.

“I got you, J. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why doesn’t anyone love me enough to stick around? First my mom, then you, now her. What’s wrong with me?”

I breakdown with him at the reminder of my biggest regret. JJ and I have known each other since kindergarten. We became friends in junior high when we sat next to each other in English. Our friendship turned into flirtation and then eventually we started dating. Dating in 8th grade is full of angst and drama but through that, real feelings grew, and I panicked. Right before we started high school, I ended it. I distanced myself from all the Pogues and we didn’t speak for all of freshmen year.

“JJ, nothing is wrong with you. I ended things with us back then because I was scared.” I realize immediately that I’ve revealed too much in trying to comfort him. He lifts his head from my shoulder to look at me.

“You were scared? Of me?”

“No, of course not. I panicked… It doesn’t matter now. I just need you to know that you are amazing and if Amanda doesn’t see that, then fuck her.”

We lay together silently for a while, allowing me to think about how he and I got back to this point. I thought JJ Maybank was out of my life for good after our breakup, but fate had different plans. We ended up in the same class for sophomore English and I was shocked when he sat at the desk next to mine. We reconnected quickly and I was reminded of the purity of his soul, falling in love with him all over again. But at this point, JJ had become the ladies’ man that we all know. He hopped from girl to girl as I sat and watched as one of his best friends. For awhile I thought he had completely soured on relationships after we broke up but then he started dating Amanda. Watching him get closer and closer to her nearly broke me.

“Where’s Wonder Boy?” JJ’s voice breaks me out of the melancholy of memories and it takes me a moment to understand what he’s talking about.

“Oh shit!” I scramble out of bed and turn back to him with my arm outstretched. “C’mon, we need to get back out there. I bolted in here when Pope told me what happened, and I left him out there with everyone else.”

JJ chuckles as he pulls himself out of bed. When he stands up, I have to tear my gaze away from his toned torso before he notices. Once he pulls on a shirt, we rejoin the party.

“He’s alive!” John B yells, throwing his arms into the air in celebration. “Pope, you owe me $10.”

“You couldn’t leave him alone, Y/N?” Pope asks as he hands over the money.

“Nope, he doesn’t get to mope on my birthday.” I jump when I feel Nick’s arm wrap around my waist.

“I thought you forgot about me.” The rest of the group laughs, thinking Nick’s teasing me, but I hear the wounded tone in his voice and feel guilty all over again.

“Course not, sweetie.” I lean in and give him a peck on the lips.

Kie notices the weird vibe between us and breaks the tension by suggesting Truth or Dare. As we gather around the living room, I end up with Nick on my left and JJ directly across from me. Though he’s trying to put on a happy face, his pain is still evident, breaking my heart even more. When he catches me watching him, he offers a small smile to reassure me he’s ok. Nick reaches over and clasps my hand, causing JJ to roll his eyes. I chance a look over at Nick and his face is set in anger.

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“Y/N, what the hell was happening last night?” I try to avoid Kie’s questioning eyes but Sarah nudges me for an answer. I had a feeling this was going to come up when Sarah invited us over for a girls’ night.

“What are you talking about?”

“JJ, you, and Nick. I thought Nick was going to kill him at one point.”

“Yea… Nick is pretty pissed at me. We got into a fight on the way home. He asked me why I brought him if I was going to ignore him all night. I tried to tell him that I was just worried about JJ, but he said it was all bullshit. He didn’t talk to me the rest of the way to my house. We sat outside for like 5 minutes without saying anything. I finally gave up and went inside. I don’t get why he was so mad.”

“Y/N, it’s just us here,” Sarah says kindly. “JJ followed you around like a lost puppy and I talked to Nick more than you did. What’s going on?”

“Really, nothing is going on.” I desperately want this conversation to end. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Oh shit… you still love him!” Kie almost shouts. “I thought we were past this, Y/N. You’re with Nick now.”

“Kie, I’m not… I’m past it. JJ was just having a rough night and we had a weird talk when I went to check on him.”

“About what?”

I’m saved from talking about my conversation with JJ by my phone ringing. I look at it in confusion when I see that it’s John B calling.

“Hey, JB. What’s up?” Sarah and Kie are equally confused.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for calling while you’re at girls’ night but I need you to come over.”

“What’s wrong? Is JJ ok?”

“No, he’s really drunk and crying. I can’t really understand what he’s saying but he keeps asking for you.”

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” I hang up before he has a chance to respond and start gathering up my stuff. “Sorry, ladies. I have to go. JJ is a mess and John B needs me to come over. What? Why are you both looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, go take care of JJ. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

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“Is Y/N here?” John B looks over at me and opens the door further so Nick can come into the Chateau.

“Hey, Nick…” I look around at the Pogues and my eyes linger on JJ before taking Nick’s hand and leading him out to the porch. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts for a week. What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m going on a fishing trip down in the Keys with my dad.”

“Oh, how long will you be gone?”

“Three weeks.” My eyes widen and he looks away from me.

“Wow, that’s a… that’s a long time.”

“Yea, I just wanted you to know I’d be gone.” He still won’t make eye contact with me and is shuffling his feet. I step towards him and grab his hands to get his attention. After a few moments, he finally meets my eyes.

“So what does that mean for us? We haven’t talked since my party last week and now you’re leaving. Are you still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad, Y/N.” He drops my hands and takes a step back while running his hands through his hair. “I’m… fuck, I don’t know. What the hell is going on with you and JJ?”

“Nothing! God, I’m so fucking sick of people asking me that! JJ’s having a hard time and he’s one of my best friends so I’m here for him. Is that so fucking horrible?”

“Helping your friend through a rough patch is fine but why the hell do you think people keep asking you about him?!” He takes a breath and looks away from me for a moment. “Are you in love with him?”

“Nick, come on. You’re reading too much into this.”

“Are you in love with him?!” He yells, causing me to jump. I move closer to him and place both hands on his shoulders.

“I’m with you, Nick. You need to let this go.” He meets my eyes finally and looks like he’s trying to find an answer.

“Fuck this.” His face sets in anger as he steps back and turns to leave. “I’ll be back in a couple weeks.”

“Nick, wait!” He stops at the bottom of the steps and turns back to me. “Where does this leave us?”

“We’ll talk when I get back.” He leaves without another glace back at me.

I sit down on the couch on the porch with my head in my hands. I feel terrible for the pain I’m causing him. Why can’t I just let JJ go and commit myself fully to Nick? Nick is a great guy and he was patient with me when we first started spending time together. He could tell I was trying to heal but he never asked me what caused my pain. Maybe if he had, we could have avoided all of this trouble. Maybe I would have told him about my feelings for JJ and I wouldn’t have let him sweep me away into the hope that caring about him would make me care less about one of my best friends.

“You ok?” I lift my head to look at JJ and wipe away my tears. He sits down next to me on the couch and pulls me into his side. “What happened?”

“Nick… um, he’s going out of town with his dad for a few weeks.”

“And that’s why you’re crying?”

“No… he’s still angry. I don’t know where we stand right now.”

“Why’s he angry?”

“He thinks… nevermind, don’t worry about it.”

“Nope, you’ve been taking care of me all week. Talk to me, love.”

I steady myself and meet his gaze. We started calling each other pet names back in junior high as a joke since everyone assumed (correctly) that we liked each other. Then we picked it right back up as we became friends again. ‘Love’ is the one that stuck, and it never went away when he was with Amanda and I started dating Nick, we just only say it when it’s just the two of us.

“Let’s go back inside.” I stand up before he can respond but he grabs my hand to stop me. “JJ, I can’t get into this right now. Ask me another time, ok?”

When we head back inside, everyone’s questioning eyes are on me. Instead of talking, I get myself a beer and chug it down. The Pogues pick up on my avoidance and resume their conversation. I can feel JJ watching me but continue to avoid his gaze, unwilling to show him the storm of emotions that I’m trying to suppress.

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I’m awaken in the middle of the night by a noise I can’t place. It takes me a moment to understand that it was a knock on my window. I groggily climb out of bed and shuffle over to open the window, not bothering to open my eyes all the way to see who my visitor is. Since Nick left 2 weeks ago, JJ has come by almost every night when he can’t sleep.

“I told you to just come in.” I mumble at him.

“Felt like a creep comin’ in while you were asleep.”

“Don’t care, I’d still be dreaming.”

“What were you dreaming about?” He lays down next to me and brushes the hair out of my face. “Love, don’t go back to sleep.”

“It’s ‪2am‬, J.” He laughs a little at how grumpy I sound.

“I know but I want to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“I don’t care, whatever you want.”

“I want to sleep.” I grope my hand over to find his face and cover his mouth. I feel his smile before he pulls my hand away.

“Please… tell me a story.” Usually when he comes over, I let him in and we quickly fall asleep next to each other. Something must be bothering him.

“JJ, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just want to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“Because I like the sound of your voice.” One eye quirks open at this and I furrow my brow at him.

“J, what’s going on? You normally aren’t this chatty.”

“I have to tell you something.”

“Ok… what is it?” I push myself up onto my elbow so I can see his face.

“I don’t want to say it yet. I was hoping you talking would settle my nerves first.”

“Don’t be nervous. Just say what you need to say.”

When he’s quiet, I lay back down and try to relax. Just as I’m about to fall back asleep, he opens his mouth.

“You give me butterflies…”

“I what?!”

“Whenever I’m around you, hell even when I’m just thinking about you, I get butterflies in my stomach. Which is really fucking weird because I’m always thinking about you. So… butterflies all the time.”

I’m stunned into silence. He rolls over so our faces are inches away and tentatively cups my cheek in his hand, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. I close my eyes at his touch and feel my heart start to race. I give JJ butterflies. Me. And he said he’s always thinking about me. When the hell did that start?

“Since when?”

“Since always.”

“Always?” I ask, confusion lacing my voice. “Like since we became friends again?”

“No, since we became friends the first time. Since 7th grade. I thought it went away when we didn’t talk for all of freshman year but then I walk into sophomore English and I thought I was going to pass out when I saw you. It’s never gotten better, even when I was with Amanda, which was the whole reason she stopped hanging out with the Pogues.”

“Huh?” Now I sit up, hoping to finally understand why Amanda kept JJ away from us all that time.

“The last time she did, we all went to the beach. You and I got into a splash fight in the water while she was sitting in the sand. You dunked me and I lifted you up and threw you. When I got out, she said she wanted to go and then she spent the whole car ride back to her place yelling at me about flirting with you in front of her. So, she didn’t come around anymore. But then she heard about that Boneyard party a couple of months ago when you fell asleep leaning against me around the fire and I carried you back to the Chateau. She didn’t want me to see you anymore.”

“That’s why you were never around?”

“I thought that it was for the best for us to be apart for a while, maybe the damn butterflies would go away. But it didn’t do any good. There were a few times when we saw you out on a date with Nick and it felt like I was sucker punched in the stomach. When she broke up with me, I thought it was because of you.”

“Was it?”

“No, she said she found someone else. That’s why I was so upset, I don’t… I don’t do very well with being left. But you’ve been with me these past couple weeks… and once I got past the rejection, I remembered she was never the person I wanted anyway.”

I turn away from him and sit on the edge of the bed, thinking furiously. Everything he said makes sense, but none of this feels real.

“Can I ask you something?” I turn back to him and nod, not trusting my voice. “Why has Nick been such a dick since your birthday?”

“He thinks I’m in love with you.”

“Are you?”

All I can do is nod again. When he moves forward to kiss me, I put up my hand to stop him. “I’m still technically in a relationship with Nick, love.”

“I know but –”

“No buts. How could I ask you to trust me if I cheat on him with you?” He growls in response but lays back down.

“When does he come back?” I lay back down too but we both keep to our side of the bed.

“A week, I think.”

“We’ve waited this long, I guess another week won’t kill me.”

——

“You have got to be kidding me?!”

I jolt awake the following morning at the loud voice and am shocked to see Nick standing at the foot of my bed. He’s staring in the area to my left and I suddenly remember JJ is in my bed.

“Nick, it’s not what it looks it!”

“Really? So I’m imagining JJ in bed with you?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Nothing happened between me and JJ.”

“Oh sure, that’s totally believable.” He throws his hands up and leaves my room.

I turn to JJ who is smirking at me. I roll my eyes at him and get up to follow after Nick.

“Where are you going?”

“To talk to Nick, to explain.”

“Why does it matter? You were going to break up with him anyways and I don’t think he’s going to believe you.”

“It matters to me. Even if he doesn’t believe me, I need him to know the truth.”

I run out of my room and catch Nick as he’s getting in his car.

“Nick, please let me explain!” I catch him as he’s opening his car door.

“Did you have sex with him?” His anger and pain are written all over his face.

“No! We didn’t even kiss.” When he scoffs, I add, “I promise.”

“Your word doesn’t mean a lot here. You also told me nothing was going with you two.”

“Nick, I’m sorry. Really, I am. I was in denial... You know how I was a bit of a mess when we started hanging out? Well, that was because I was in love with JJ and he was with Amanda. But I swear, I thought I had gotten past it when we actually started dating. Being your friend, spending time with you, helped. And I thought the feelings for him were gone when I realized I had a crush on you.”

“When did you figure out that you’re still in love with him?” I chew on my bottom lip and look at my feet. “When, Y/N?”

“When we ran into him and Amanda at the Wreck, maybe a month after we started dating.”

“That was 2 months ago! You could have saved us all a lot of fucking pain if you just ended it then.”

“I... I’m sorry, Nick.” My voice drops to a whisper as I add, “I thought it would get better if I gave it time.”

“What about me?! While you were trying to get over him, I was falling in love with you! I spent the past two weeks moping instead of fishing, which is why my dad brought us home a week early. He told me I was being a jackass and to come straight here to apologize. He said it would be romantic to just show up, to surprise you. I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t call, who knows how much longer this charade would have gone on. Were you ever going to tell me?”

“I was planning to tell you everything when you got back...”

“Great... well, consider us over. You two deserve each other.”

After I watch him drive away, I walk back inside and find JJ waiting right inside the door. He wraps his arms tightly around me and kisses my temple.

“I am such a shitty person...” I start crying into his shoulder while he strokes my hair.

“No, love, not at all. This was a fucked up situation for all of us.”

“I hurt him so badly.”

“He’ll be ok.” When I scoff at him, he adds, “Eventually.”

We stand there in each other’s arms for a little bit until he pulls back to tell me he needs to go to work.

“Can I come back later?” I nod at him and he kisses my forehead before he leaves.

——

It’s been two weeks since Nick and I broke up and JJ and I have spent almost every moment together. But nothing has happened between us yet. No kissing, no more talks about butterflies, nothing. At first I thought JJ was just trying to give me space after how awful things went with Nick but now I don’t know.

“JJ, what are we doing?” I finally ask him. Instead of watching the movie, I’ve spent most of it staring at him laying on his side of the bed, trying to find the courage to ask him what’s been bothering me.

“Umm, watching this shitty movie that you picked.” He turns towards me and sees the tears building in my eyes. “Love, what’s wrong?”

“I thought... what happened... did the butterflies go away?”

“Fuck, no, of course not.” He brushes away the tears that slipped down my cheeks. “I didn’t know if... you were so upset after you talked to Nick... I didn’t know if something changed or if you thought you picked the wrong guy or, shit, even if you were forced into your choice because he found me in your bed.”

“JJ, you’ve always been my first choice. I got scared when we were kids because I realized that I will always want you. I just never thought I could keep you. Even at 14, I knew you are the man of my dreams. But I’m just me. I thought if I said goodbye first, I might be ok. But I’ve regretted it every day since. I’m so in love with you, JJ. I always have. I think I always will.”

We stare into each other’s eyes for almost an hour as we lean against my head board. In those ocean blue eyes, I see his internal struggle. I give him time to process everything I’ve said, knowing that it’s contrary to everything he’s been told his whole life.

“You aren’t just you, love.” He leans closer to me, our noses are centimeters apart. “You’re the most important person in my life. I love you.”

He closes the remaining distance and kisses me gently. I press closer and he deepens the kiss, resting his hand softly on my cheek. He pulls back and gives me my favorite JJ smile.

“The butterflies definitely didn’t go away, love.” I smile back at him and go back in for another kiss.

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take her to the moon - ty emberson

this all came from another random idea that @puckyess​ and I had that we ran with lol. if you like it let me know!! reblogs, lines you liked, even a simple ‘good job’ are all super appreciated :)

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You look around the room at the boys you were familiar with, but not comfortable around. You know them all well enough. In fact, you’d known them since your freshman year. But they weren’t your favorite boys. No, these were more like your obligation due to your boyfriend. 

You check your phone and find yet another ridiculous Snapchat from your actual favorite boys, Ty specifically, and your heart sinks a bit. You’d much rather be with them, where they’re apparently making Brock take shots even though he can’t handle them, than being stuck with your boyfriend and the rest of his team - the basketball team. 

The hockey boys were your actual friends. The ones you’d celebrated big wins with, had breakdowns in front of, and the ones who knew you the best. You look up and see some girl put her hand on your boyfriend’s arm, but he doesn’t shake it off. Of course he doesn’t, but you don’t even want to address it right that second.

You open your messages and respond to the video Ty had just sent, knowing he’d respond quickly.

‘Ugh looks way more fun than here :(‘

‘You know you’re always welcome. I can come pick you up if you want’

You smile, tucking your phone in your back pocket and deciding it was time to go. You’re sick of this little get together so you make your way over to your boyfriend and tap his arm. He turns away from the girl he still won’t turn down and his smile drops. 

“Danny, I think I’m headed home. I have to be up early tomorrow,” you lie, but you know he won’t question it. It was only his lies that ever got questioned. 

He nods and surprisingly takes your hand, “I’ll come with. Make sure you get back safe and everything.”

You smile and take the action at face value rather than trying to read into it like you sometimes did. Danny says his goodbyes as you follow him out the door. He drops your hand though as soon as you both exit and you can’t help but frown. 

He’d been acting odd again and the feeling that something all too familiar was coming was impossible to shake. You try and make the best of things though and smile up at him. 

“Are you excited to not have a game this weekend?” You ask, referring to their first weekend off all season. 

He shrugs and jams his finger into the button for the elevator without glancing at you, “yeah it should be nice. Are we hanging out?”

“Uh, well,” you stutter, forgetting to have told him you wouldn’t be available, “I kind of already had some plans.”

“So cancel them,” he says, like it’s no big deal. Like your plans can’t matter more than one of the few weekends he had off in a season. 

You grit your teeth a little, “I can’t just cancel them. I’m going to Ty’s game since you don’t have one.”

Danny lets out a short humorless laugh then as the elevator arrives, “oh, of course you are. You know you don’t owe him shit, right?”

“Fuck off, Dan. We aren’t doing this again. He’s my best friend and you know that,” you sigh, crossing your arms as you lean back against the wall of the elevator. 

Danny keeps his mouth shut the rest of the elevator ride and the ten minute walk back over to your apartment building, which you welcome after the attitude he copped immediately at the mention of Ty. You knew your roommate was out for the night and so you let Danny in behind you with no hesitation. She wasn’t exactly his biggest fan. 

“Will you flip the lock right away?” You ask as you kick your shoes off and head for the kitchen. 

“Uh,” Danny starts, his tone causing you to stop in your tracks, “are we gonna have sex?”

“Seriously? That’s the only thing you’re concerned with right now?” You ask, jaw dropping in shock. Danny could be brash but this was a new level from him. 

He shrugs like the question was normal and you scoff as you tell him, “maybe you should just leave. I don’t know what your issue is tonight but don’t take it out on me.”

“Cool, see you next week since Emberson is more important,” he scoffs and heads out the door. 

You think you’re quick enough to follow after him, grabbing for the door handle, but it slams just before you can grab the cool metal. Instead you lean your forehead onto the door and sigh. Things had never been quite this bad with Danny. 

With a sigh you lock the door yourself and trudge back to the kitchen. You fill your tea kettle and turn it on before going to slip into some pajamas. Heading back to the kitchen you go to reach for a mug, but your phone starts to buzz incessantly on the counter. 

You frown but pick it up, seeing Ty’s face flashing across the screen. It was late but that was no surprise with him. He called whenever he wanted and you’d always pick up, but he did the same for you with no questions asked. 

“Yes, Ty?” You answer, a little smile spreading across your face immediately. 

He laughs on the other end, the background noise starting to fade, “well hello to you, too. Are you home already?”

Your eyes slip closed as you lean back against your counter, “yeah, I am.”

Ty can immediately hear the tone change in your voice and he sighs, “what did he do?”

You bite your lip for a couple seconds and then release it all. You tell Ty everything. All your worries and the ways you thought Danny had been acting weird lately, as well as the sinking feeling you couldn’t seem to shake. Ty doesn’t interrupt once and he’s so quiet that you have to check a few times that he’s still there and listening. 

Every time you ask you get the same answer, “of course, I’m always here for you.”

You talk to him until you can barely keep your eyes open and he can hear the exhaustion in your voice. He tells you it’s okay if you need to go to bed because he knows you have an early class the next day and he’d feel awful if he contributed to any sort of sleep deprivation. You finally cave and tell him good night, but you make one last mistake before going to bed. 

You get settled in under your covers and open up your Snapchat map. You don’t usually check it for anything, but something that night tells you to look. You see most of your friends in their normal places, but one name makes your blood run cold. 

Danny’s location shows him somewhere that he had no business being at considering how late at night it was - the Gamma Phi house. You zoom in and out a few times, trying to make sure it was the right place. You finally understand why you’d been having that bad gut feeling lately and why Danny was being so weird. 

You don’t know what to do first, and even though your first instinct is to call Ty and break down to him, you decide you should send Danny a text. You type a message just to delete and retry it a few more times. Eventually you decide on something simple. 

‘I know we’ve been fighting a lot lately, but I still care about you. I love you. You know that right?’

To your surprise the little conversation dots pop up after less than a minute. You hold your breath, hoping the map location had been an odd technical mistake. Once the message finally comes in you feel your world crumble a little. 

‘Yep’

You stare at the message and try to process it. That was all he had to say? You’d been together for the better part of two year, admittedly with some time apart, but this certainly wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. You knew then that he was checked out, and as much as your heart hurts to ask him the next question, you needed to know. You deserved to know. 

‘You’re leaving me again aren’t you?’

This time your question goes unanswered, but he reads it. He’d had his read receipts on since the beginning of the relationship and you were pretty sure he didn’t even remember by then that they were still a thing. Knowing that he read the message but refused to say anything only made matters worse. 

You try and take a couple deep breaths but it’s not working, no matter how hard you try. So you do what you always do when you’re scared or Danny does something that hurts you. You call Ty again. 

“Hello?” He asks, his voice scratchy now compared to when you’d just spoke with him less than an hour ago. 

“Oh shit, are you sleeping?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose to try and keep your voice calm. 

He sighs and you can hear him shifting, most likely sitting up, “I kind of was, yeah. What’s wrong?”

“Ty, I…” you begin to say but your voice cracks before you can even get through his name, “I think he’s cheating on me.”

Ty doesn’t have to ask what you mean and you easily hear the frustrated grunt he lets out. He never really liked Danny so you aren’t surprised by his reaction. What you are surprised by is his next question considering what time of night it was. 

“Do you want me to come over?”

Your bottom lip wobbles a little over the question, “yeah, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

Ty gently says goodbye and tells you he’ll be over in a couple minutes. You thank your lucky stars then that your apartments were only a couple blocks from each other because you couldn’t hold it together much longer. 

A knock on the front door has you bolting off of the couch you’d moved yourself to shortly after the phone call ended. You open the door and find a very tired looking Ty, but he still manages a little smile for you. 

“Come here,” he mumbles and takes a step inside. 

You’re quick to wrap your arms around his waist and press your face into him. He hugs you just as tight, but reaches behind him to flip the lock on your door. 

It’s a motion you don’t miss because it’s something you always had to remind Danny to do but it’s something that Ty does naturally because he knows it makes you feel safer. 

Slowly, Ty wobbles you backwards to your room and holds up the covers so you can climb in. He lets them drop and grabs the throw blanket you keep at the end of your bed to cover himself up with. He settles in next to you while you press your forehead against his arm. 

“Why am I never good enough, Ty? Why can’t I date someone and not have them cheat for once?” You mumble, voice muffled by the sleeve of his shirt. 

Ty sighs, pressing a kiss to your head, “you’re more than good enough. I don’t get why he does what he does, but don’t think it’s because somethings wrong with you. You deserve the whole world and the moon.”

You smile a little finally and it makes Ty’s heart a little lighter. If he could break Danny’s jaw he absolutely would, but he knows you wouldn’t be happy about it so he’s never done it. He hates seeing you cry and question yourself when he knows how good you could be treated. 

He keeps most of it to himself though. He waits until he knows you’re fully asleep before he lets himself look down at you. He can’t help but smile when he sees you still pressed against him, red cheeks almost matching his Wisconsin shirt. 

He really means it when he tells you that you deserve the whole world and the moon. 

—

You don’t hear from Danny by the next day and Ty is gone by the time you wake up. Your head is pounding and you consider whether skipping class is worth missing out on the lecture. Eventually you drag yourself out of bed but opt for comfier clothes. 

You pull a hoodie from your closet and slip it on, not realizing what one it was until you saw the ‘21’ embroidered on the red sleeve. You shrug and smirk a little. If Danny wanted to let you go then you’d have more time to hang out with Ty and his friends. 

Class drags by and you pick up a coffee on your way home. The boys had a game that night but your homework was piling up so that took precedence. You’d just have to put the game on in the background. You’re quick to bury yourself in your work, but not before sending Ty your traditional ‘good luck’ text. 

You put your phone down after sending it and get lost in your report, not even realizing the game was well underway, or that you’d missed a few calls and even more texts from Danny. 

A sharp knock on your front door and your roommate's annoyed voice when she opens it lets you know your boyfriend, if he even was that anymore, was there to see you. You roll your eyes and keep working, not bothering to go see what he wanted. 

“Hello to you too,” he grumbles, walking in and sitting on your bed next to you. He looks at your tv and notices the hockey game, but instead of insulting it, his next comment shocks you, “I’m gonna go to Ty’s game with you tomorrow.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head and you choke on air. He had never called him Ty, always Emberson, and his tone was oddly nice. You eye him carefully, waiting for the joke to be over. 

“You don’t have to,” you remind him, hoping he’ll change his mind. What kind of prank was this? What was he trying to prove?

He smiles and shakes his head, “no it’s fine. I’ll go with you.”

“Are we going to talk about that message I sent you last night?” you ask, glancing over at him.

“Babe,” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don’t want to fight with you. I just had to pick up some notes for a class I missed because of a team meeting.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, knowing you couldn’t prove him wrong, “whatever. I wait after the games for Ty though. I’m not changing that just because you’re coming for once. Got it?”

Danny rolls his eyes but doesn’t say another word. You realize he’s staring at the white ‘21’ stitched in the arm of your sweatshirt and you give him a warning look. He knows better than to argue about it. Ty was in your life long before he was, and would be around long after at this rate.

—

The air in the arena is cold, just like you were used to, and you can’t help but smile as you take your seat. This was your happy place and Danny seemed to be quietly taking things in, not having been too big of a pain in the ass for once. He’d made a small comment about the crowd size when you got there but you chose to just ignore him. The only thing that had you nervous was the fact Ty didn’t know Danny was coming that night. You had decided it might be better not to say anything.

The boys take the ice for warmups and as you’re trying to find Ty you do. Except he’s found you first and you can see how tight his jaw is set. He isn’t looking at you. He’s looking at Danny sitting next to you. You try to shoot him a smile but he ignores it, focusing back on the warmups he needed to lead as you feel your shoulders slump when you let out a sigh.

“So Emberson’s like… good then? He’s captain?” Danny asks, motioning vaguely at the ice.

You smile and nod, looking down near the net where he was passing pucks, “yeah he was super excited when they gave it to him. He deserves it though.”

Danny scoffs a little, “yeah, sure he does.”

You force yourself to take a steadying breath, already knowing this would be the longest game of your life. You were wondering if waiting for Ty after was really the best idea, but you weren’t about to break tradition now. 

Danny sits through the whole game with what you would consider minor complaints from him. He makes a couple comments about some shitty plays Ty’s involved in and you yell at him every time for it. Ty got a lot more playing time than Danny and you were quick to remind him of that fact. That got him quiet in a hurry.

You head for the lobby once the arena clears a little and see some of the girlfriends and ‘just friends’ that were around after most of the games, saying hi to the ones you knew. A couple of them eye Danny, not familiar with him being around ever before. It only takes five minutes before Danny starts to complain and embarrass you in front of people.

“Seriously, how long does this dude take? He doesn’t even skate that fast to need to take that long of a shower,” he whines, tugging on your hand as he takes a step towards the door.

You pull your hand back and hiss at him, “that’s enough. I told you I wait for him and I’m not leaving early. Stop.”

“This is stupid,” he says loudly, making you duck your head, “he’s not even your boyfriend. I am. Why are you wasting your time sitting here and waiting for him?”

“Yeah well your girlfriend wasn’t at the Gamma Phi house last night either but you still went there,” you snap, finally sick of him always picking on Ty for no reason.

Danny’s eye twitches a little and he finally lowers his voice, “I told you what I was doing there. I had to get notes from class.”

“You’re a liar and we both know it. What’s her name, Danny? How long have you been fucking her?” you ask through gritted teeth, staring him down despite the height difference between you two.

“Two months. Are you happy now?” he asks, his temper quickly running out, “did you want me to tell you I’m sleeping around? Huh?”

You feel the tears well in your eyes, but not because you’re sad. You’re about to cry because you’re embarrassed and frustrated. You’re ready to pull back and slap him when someone clears their throat behind Danny. He turns around, giving you both a view of Ty standing there with his hands clenched at his sides.

“I’ll give you two minutes to walk out of this arena before I knock you out,” Ty says, his voice so calm it scares you.

You look up at Danny when he glances your way, “we’re over. Don’t call me or text me. Get out of here.”

Danny’s lip snarls and he glares at Ty on his way out, “have fun with her. She’s a psycho and she’ll ruin your life.”

You don’t even listen to his immature little outburst but as soon as he steps out of the arena you try to reach for Ty, wanting a hug more than anything. He steps to the side and heads for the door, leaving you confused.

“Let’s go,” he mumbles, eyes locked on the ground and not checking to see if you’re following as he walks outside.

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“Ty, I’m sorry. Will you please just talk to me?” You ask, practically begging at this point. 

You’d been trying to get Ty to talk to you for the last eight blocks as you head back towards your apartments. He refused to say a word, but he stayed close to your side as the two of you made the agonizingly long walk back. You weren’t sure what his issue was so you figured you’d just keep apologizing until he gave you some indication of his issue.

“Just stop,” he finally says, “wait until we’re back at your place and then we can talk about this.”

You blush and look down at your shoes, feeling like a little kid who had just been reprimanded. Ty rarely took such a serious tone with you and it had you scared. You weren’t about to lose your boyfriend and best friend in one night, were you? You didn’t think you could handle that.

But you listen to his request and forgo the questions for the time being. You both fall into a silence that’s usually comfortable, but feels completely opposite this time around. Your thoughts are running rapidly through your head and your overthinking makes you worry. You could lose Danny. It sucked, but he’d hurt you enough times that it was okay to not have him anymore. Ty though? You couldn’t lose him. You’d be so lost without him and you’d hate yourself for it for the rest of your life.

You open up your apartment and find it empty, hanging your keys up on the little hook where they belonged. You aren’t sure where to go so you wander into your kitchen, refolding a towel that was already folded on the countertop. Ty leans on the other end of the little peninsula and watches you, reaching up and loosening his tie. 

“What the fuck was that tonight?” he finally asks, watching you fidget with the cloth in your hands.

Your eyebrows pinch as you look over at him, “what do you mean? Danny finally admitting he’s cheating on me or what?”

“Why was he even fucking there? I don’t go to his games so why was he at mine? That’s kind of fucked up, don’t you think?” he asks, his voice raising little by little.

“I don’t know, Ty,” you shrug, setting the towel down again and crossing your arms, “he said he wanted to go and I wasn’t about to miss your game when I finally was able to go to it.”

“You better not fucking go back to him. If you do, I’m done. I’m not watching you get your heart broke again when you know that’s what he’ll do.”

Your heart starts to beat faster as your voice drops, “stop, I’m not going back to him. Don’t even say you’re done. That’s not fair.”

“That’s not fair? Are you kidding me?” he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief, “you can bring your cheating piece of shit boyfriend to my games and expect me to clean up the messes he makes, but I can’t tell you that I’m done being your safety net? Please tell me how that’s not fair.”

“Ty, please. I need you in my life. I don’t need him and I’m not going back to him. Why are you so mad about this?” you ask, because honestly you don’t think you’d ever seen Ty this worked up before. Especially not towards you and it makes a lump form in your throat.

“When is it my turn?” He asks, his voice strained and his breathing heavy, “when do I get to show you how you should be treated? When do I get to show you what it’s like to actually be cared about?”

“Ty, don’t,” you whisper, tears starting to spill over. 

“Don’t what? Don’t admit that I’m in love with you? I can’t keep lying. I know you let him lie all the time, but I just can’t do it anymore.”

And there it was. The truth you’d been ignoring for three years. For three whole years while Ty stood by you through everything without saying one sour word. Every long night, every heartbreak episode, every time that Danny cheated. He was finally breaking his silence and it took your breath away. 

“All I ever wanted was to see you in my jersey. At my games. But I never got that and all you got was your heart broken while I cleaned up the damage,” he clears his throat, looking up at the ceiling and swallowing hard. 

You’d never seen Ty act like this. Not in the entire time you’d known him. He was always the calm one, the collected one. Everywhere but on the ice and you’d missed far too many of his games for this friendship to be fair. Enough was enough on both of your ends and it wasn’t fair to keep treating him like you had been. You walk over to him and hesitantly reach for his hands, taking them in your smaller ones. He lets you, but you see his bottom lip wobble a little.

“Ty, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, pulling him down for a hug.

You hold onto him so tight you half expect him to push you away so he can breathe, but he wraps you in his arms just as tight. He rests his forehead in the crook of your neck as you play with the little hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m sorry, bub. I’m so sorry I did this to you for so long,” you apologize again, feeling like all the words in the world weren’t enough. You’d ignored your feelings for him for all these years and they were finally bubbling to the surface. You weren’t reading this wrong hopefully.

He pulls back, standing up straight, and moves his hands to cup your cheeks, “I hate seeing you upset. I hate seeing you cry. I hate knowing I can’t fix things because I’m not even the one who broke them. I don’t think we’d be perfect but I know for a damn fact I could be so much better to you than he ever was.”

You nod quickly, knowing he was right, “you’ve always been better to me than him. I don’t know why I stuck around him. I guess I figured maybe you didn’t feel that way about me.”

“Are you kidding?” he asks, a little laugh slipping past his lips, “was getting you ice cream and wine on your birthday and sitting next to you while you soaked in the tub because you failed a test not enough proof?”

“Okay, hold on,” you laugh, putting your hand over his mouth.

“No,” he says, muffled at first but then he playfully bites your palm to get you to move your hand, “or how about the time I stayed on facetime with you my entire road trip back from Minnesota because you decided you needed to watch a scary movie and couldn’t fall asleep until I got back and would come sleep over?”

“I get it! I’m sorry!” you interject, but his hands slip down to your sides, starting to tickle you so suddenly you let out a little scream.

He wraps his arms around you then, laughing as well, “don’t scream! Someone’s gonna think I’m hurting you in here!”

You know he’s trying to be serious but you’re both laughing like mad and leaning into each other so much that you aren’t sure who’s holding who up. It takes a few minutes for you both to calm down, but you finally catch your breath. You look up at him again, but this time you glance down at his lips. You’d be a liar if you said you never wondered what kissing him was like.

He seems to catch your drift and leans down slowly, kissing you like he’s scared you’ll run away. Instead you lean into him, feeling giddy and happy and content all at once. Kissing him is better than any other guy you’ve ever kissed in your life, that much you’re sure of. You press a little further, slipping your tongue along his bottom lip until he lets you in.

You’re breathless and blushing when you finally pull back and Ty’s lips are so red you can’t help but brush your thumb along the bottom one. He tips his head quickly and kisses your thumb, a smile already on his face.

“You know when I said you deserve the whole world and the moon the other night?” he asks quietly.

You smile, still remembering that phrase clearly, “yeah, what about it?”

“I’m the one whose going to give you the whole world and the moon. I promise,” he swears, leaning his forehead against yours. You know he’s telling the truth, too, and you can’t wait to see what that promise holds.  

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