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DAYLIGHT ㅤㅤㅤ

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x female reader Summary: 'Sunflower' prequel. Read that first, if you want. You and the love of your life meet for the first time, you don't know everything that awaits you. Leigh Shaw is a tropical storm. This is also part of a request, thank you sweet anon. ㅤㅤㅤ warnings: ansgt, mentions of death, alcoholism. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPART I

Her gaze was lost on the ceiling, perhaps for twenty minutes until the alarm went off. The dark circles under her eyes showed how much it was difficult for her to sleep lately.

Y/N sighed heavily.

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She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a nice hot shower. Some melancholic eyes were reflected in the mirror, she watched the scars on her body while she undressed.

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Didn't even feel like making breakfast, she just left the apartment and walked to the nearest coffee shop. Waited patiently in line until she could chat with the barista for a moment while waited for a large latte and a delicious bagel.

She took her time finishing it, listening to some music through her headphones for half an hour until she decided to leave.

ㅤㅤ Even though the barista gave Y/N her number, it didn't matter too much. She just got back on her Iron 883 and drove to the Los Angeles Fire Department, Station 12.

Some of her coworkers greeted her, surprised and happy to see her again. Everyone except her boss, who turned to see her quite surprised.

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“What did I tell you?” The man in his sixties grunted, shaking his head as he signed some papers.

ㅤㅤ “I have to go back to work.” Y/N sighed, ready to fight for what she wanted this time. “I've already learned whatever lesson you're giving me.”

ㅤㅤ All her life she dreamed of being a firefighter, of being able to help people and being in that very place where she was standing. Years of preparation, mental and physical sacrifice, her heart belonged to that place, how could she not be there?

ㅤㅤ “You can’t do it unless-” He was going to repeat the usual but Y/N cut him off.

ㅤㅤ “Cut the crap, chief.”

ㅤㅤ “Y/N.” He scolded her, looking up. With a single look it was enough for Y/N to know that she fucked it up. She swallowed. “I have told you many times, you have to go to the meetings or I can't let you come back.”

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“It's stupid!” Y/N raised her voice, so annoyed. “I don't need those stupid meetings, what I need is to get back to work.”

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“Y/N, I know what it's like to deal with loss. Trust me, I've worked here my whole fucking life.” ㅤㅤ

“Chief, please…” ㅤㅤ

“Tonight. Grief support group, Y/L/N. I need you SOBER and better than this. Last chance.” Her boss watched her and didn't back down even a step. She knew perfectly well that those were the rules and it was necessary.

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If she wanted to get back to her job, her life, she had to do what she had to do to earn it. Life is about one sacrifice after another, after all.

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“FUCK!” was heard in that place when Y/N left the place in a hurry, completely furious.

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“So… that was what happened.” That young man explained, surrounded by the group of people. He seemed quite sad but felt better when he noticed that everyone was listening to him, not ignoring his pain.

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“Thanks for share with us.” They all said, surprising Y/N, who awkwardly joined in.

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“I'm glad you could express that to us, James.” The moderator of the group, Janet, smiled kindly, turning to see the new person joining them today. “Today someone joins us and it's always good to welcome you. Do you want to introduce yourself?”

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“Umh… I’m not-” Y/N stammered awkwardly, feeling all eyes on her. Her heart raced, she could feel it. The firefighter hated being the center of attention, but she had to do this if she wanted to go back to the Station.

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“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I'm not from Los Angeles… I mean, I wasn't born here, but I live here in L.A” She cleared her throat somewhat nervously, settling in the chair. “My job asks me to do it, and- and I love my job. And it doesn't bother me, I got used to this nice place.”

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“Even if it's a bit hot.” She teased, making some laugh. “I… umh-”

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They all expected to know more, they seemed like wild animals waiting for a part of the prey. Or at least that was how she saw it.

Silence flooded the place, Y/N remained thoughtful for a moment. Her gaze was lost somewhere in the room, but she just couldn't hear or say anything.

Just relive that memory, so tragic.

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And despite the fact that she wanted to keep talking, Y/N was unable to continue. As if anguish took her by the neck, she just frowned and shook her head.

Swallowing hard, the dark-haired woman just listened to the testimonies of each person who wanted to open up and express the pain they felt.

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When she was asked again if she wanted to say something else, Y/N just shook her head slowly and remained silent. It was typical, especially for someone attending for the first time. ㅤㅤ

As soon as that meeting ended, Y/N approached the coffee table in that room so she could pour herself some nice steaming cup and run away as soon as she had the chance. Y/N didn’t want to look so desperate or they would discover the truth. She was just using this meeting to go back the job.

ㅤㅤㅤ After having a steaming cup of coffee, she turned ready to leave but ended up colliding with a brown-haired woman with lovely but melancholy green eyes. Though thanks to her skills, didn’t spill even a single drop of coffee.

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“Oh, I’m sorry.” The girl apologized, muttering something a bit embarrassed but didn’t care much either. Something that caught Y/N’s attention, completely out of this world.

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The woman in front of her, a downcast gaze looking at her phone, atractive and charming features.

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ㅤㅤㅤ “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t saw you…” Y/N mumbled softly, noticing how the woman tucked one of her strands of hair behind her ear.

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Feeling completely stunned by the beauty. Even with a half-done bun and hoodies, she was… different. Interesting. Hot as fuck, yes, but… gorgeous. Those huge green eyes caught her attention, a somewhat adorable nose and the fact that she was shorter than her.

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“Hi… I’m Y/N .” Said the taller woman finally, holding out her hand so they could shake it. That gesture made the green eyed stranger smile, maybe surprised by her desire to socialize.

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“I’m Leigh.”

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“Nice to meet you, Leigh.” Y/N smiled widely, nodding a bit. Something that Leigh thought was adorable. A big dork, again. “Sorry, I wanted some coffee.”

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“And I wanted a donut, although the ones here aren’t so good tho…” Leigh whispered, wrinkling her nose, making Y/N’s heart to start pounding faster. “You’re new here. I haven’t seen you before, welcome.”

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Y/N swallowed hard again, both began to walk together towards the exit. She just nodded, giving Leigh a chance to speak again. Maybe the brunette might socialize a bit, her mother and Jules always insisted so much. Surely would later regret it later.

Or maybe not.

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“I understand the feeling, it’s kind of intimidating.” Leigh shrugged.

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“Yeah… it’s something… it makes you feel exposed.” Y/N babbled then opened the door for Leigh to go through first. They both talked for a while until Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. “Umh… Do you promise that if I tell you something you won’t get mad?”

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“Promise.” Leigh smiled and raised her hand, it was incredible how they barely knew each other and they got along, even being quite friendly with that stranger.

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“This isn’t the AA group by any chance, is it?” Y/N bit her bottom lip to hide a guilty and somewhat regretful smile.

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“No, it’s not…that’s Wednesday at 6 pm.” Leigh frowned, somewhat amused. Of course she knew because Jules attended every Wednesday.

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“Yeah… I realized that when everyone started talking and I… was embarrassed to leave. When I started listening to everyone talk about their losses, I felt really bad about it. I mean, I came to talk about how I couldn’t feel comfortable on birthdays or Christmas…”

She lied, again. It was so much better than having to explain, she wasn't going back to that damn meeting anyway. She would tell her boss that she did go, present evidence, and then goodbye.

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And although that would surely end up annoying Leigh so bad, and she would surely get mad for feeling so exposed by telling her story to someone who wasn’t even there for it, Y/N smiled when Leigh started laughing.

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It wasn’t a fake laugh, it was a pretty genuine laugh. And Y/N loved it. Y/N completely fell in love with it.

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“It would be worse if you said ‘I only came here for coffee’.” Leigh joked. “Hi, I’m Y/N and I just came here for coffee and to see your sad mopey faces…” ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N laughed somewhat surprised, glad that the brunette didn’t get mad at her.

ㅤㅤㅤ “Maybe I do, the anguish revitalizes me and makes me younger. In fact, I am about fifty-two years old.” Y/N continued, walking together out of that building. Without even thinking about it, both were walking side by side, keeping each other company through the streets of Los Angeles. She took a sip from her cup but the coffee was cold. “This isn’t the best coffee tho, but it’s not that bad either…”

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Leigh thought for a moment, the sound of cars and footsteps made her lose herself. She strangely felt comfortable with a stranger she hadn’t known more than a few minutes ago. How many times that happened in her whole life? Maybe just one.

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“Would you like to go to a place where both things are better? Coffee and donuts.” Leigh finally asked as she snatched the coffee out of her hand and tossed it into the nearest trash can.

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“So…” Y/N settled into her seat while she put two tablespoons of sugar in her coffee. “How long have you been in the group?”

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“A year? I think so…” Leigh wrinkled her nose. “It’s not so bad, I know it's hard to start, but then... it helps.”

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Does it? Well, she wasn't going to deny that it helped to be able to share the pain with people who understand that too. Although at first she refused a lot.

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“They seem like a pretty nice group of people.” Y/N nodded slowly. “Why are you there?”

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Perhaps that question was more direct than expected, Y/N cursed herself. Silence for a moment was an answer enough.

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“Sorry, I was too… you know. I… I'm not used to socializing yet.”

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“It’s okay… I lost my husband a year ago.” Leigh set her coffee cup on the table and licked her lips. “It was quite a difficult time for me.”

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“I’m sorry.” She sighed, seeing how Leigh just nodded, surely tired of hearing those words over and over again. 'Im sorry, sorry for your loss'. That’s exhausting. For a year, each person who crosses your path repeating how sorry they are. For what? They didn't kill Matt. He did. Or the cliff, whatever.

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“I wasn't looking just for the AA meeting.” Y/N added, opening up to someone else for the first time. “I mean, I was too. I needed to go to one, but also… I did... I did lose someone. Two.”

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Y/N cleared her throat, holding that cup with her hands. “It's more complicated than it seems.”

She lowered her gaze.

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“I see.” Leigh muttered. She didn't know what to say, Leigh wasn't the most talkative person in the world either. But the woman seemed nice, ever since she stopped talking to Becca it had been hard to socialize. Well, it always was.

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“I try to fool myself and people that I don't need it. I don't need to get over that loss because I already did, I mean, that's it, they’re dead but…” The dark-haired woman narrowed her eyes. “I didn't.”

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Leigh tried to smile but it just seems like an awkward expression, failing completely. She just stretched out her hand to squeeze that stranger's hand and then leaned back in her seat.

The song from the radio seemed to help with the long silence.

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“What’s the most weird or embarrassing song on your playlist?” Y/N finally broke the silence, an utterly bold move.

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“What?” Leigh frowned without understanding, maybe a smiling a bit because of how random that was.

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“Come on, are you afraid that I'll laugh?” Y/N challenged her, raising an eyebrow and smiling mischievously. “What's your guilty pleasure, Leigh Shaw?” She read the name tag on the brunette's jacket.

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Far from bothering her, Leigh gladly accepted the challenge.

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“Barbie Girl by Aqua.” Leigh smiled victoriously. “You?”

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“I never told you that I would tell you.” She teased, drinking her latte. “The baby shark song.”

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“Come on!” Leigh giggled.

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“Spice Up Your Life by Spice Girls. Oh, I love it.” Y/N shrugged and drank some of her coffee. “What Taylor Swift era are you in if you had to pick one?”

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“Oh, I don’t like Taylor Swift.” Leigh said trying to look disinterested but seeing Y/N's look, she just laughed. “Just kidding. Umh… I think I’m… Reputation?”

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“Yeah, you totally look like Rep.” Y/N nodded slowly. “If you were an animal what would you be?”

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“I- I don’t know.” The brunette licked her lips after finishing her coffee. “Umh… maybe a… a bird. I could fly away, that's it.” She shrugged. “What about you?”

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“I would be a panda.” Y/N leaned back in her seat, narrowing her eyes as if she had made the best decision of her life, trying to make her laugh. And she did it.

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“Cute and fat. Nice.”

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“And a loner, and really pissed off. Pandas look cute but they are always angry.”

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"It must be the huge dark circles that don't let us see them."

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And though she didn't want to admit it, Leigh seemed to be having a good time with this woman. Maybe a bit slow at first but Y/N seemed cool, and it might help if she knows someone in the grief group.

Between giggles and some weird but interesting questions, they both spent the time trying to get to know each other. And time goes by fast when you feel at ease.

Leigh told her that she was a writer, working on a book for some time but hadn't known how to continue.

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Y/N told her that she was having a 'break' from her job, as if her wounded ego wouldn't let her reveal that she wasn't allowed back unless she took a step away from alcoholism, self-hatred and pain.

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“Hey, Leigh… Umh… Do you know what is white, black, white, black, black and white?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, hoping Leigh would fall for it.

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“Mmm, no.” Leigh narrowed her eyes. “Piano keys?”

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“A panda falling down the stairs.” Y/N bit her lower lip to keep from laughing at how stupid that joke sounded.

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Despite the fact that that joke was pretty bad, Leigh began to laugh little by little, shaking her head. They both burst out laughing; the connection between the two of them had been instant and the warmth of the moment felt so genuine.

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Finally someone was bursting her bubble in an unexpected way and it terrified her. Suddenly Leigh felt a deep pang in her chest. Her eyes filled with tears for a second, remembering the first time she met Matt.

What was she doing? What was she doing in that place?

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The smile on Leigh's lips faded so quickly that it made Y/N's heart skip a beat. Did she say something wrong maybe?

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“Sorry, I-I've to go.” Leigh babbled getting up from her chair and taking her jacket.

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Surprised -and maybe a bit sad-, Y/N just nodded quickly.

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“Of course, yeah.”

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She got up and stood in front of the brunette, looking into her green eyes for a moment. They didn't know what to say, just feeling that connection and having to cut it off was so… sad.

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“It was nice to meet you.” Leigh smiled nervously and grabbed her bag, turning to walk towards the door. “See you in the group next week.”

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“See you, Shaw.” Y/N murmured, sitting back in the chair and looking thoughtful as she looked at her empty cup. This was not what she expected, not at all.

Was she doing something wrong? Had she gone too far? She'd just made her laugh! Leigh was beautiful but she wasn't trying to… push her.

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What was she going to do there anyway? Y/N took her keys and her jacket and left the café, to go back home before it was late. Maybe tomorrow would be a different day.

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But when she returned home, loneliness invaded her completely. Like a dark misterious being, caught her i its cloak, drowning her in misery. That desolate apartment made Y/N’s heart slowly sink.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked to the fridge, seeing only thing she had was beer cans and some old food.

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Y/N took the beer to the sink, looking at them for a moment.

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What to do? What to feel? She needed to drown all those negative feelings inside of her, and the only way to numb them was... that.

But unlike other heartbreaking nights, now there was something else on her mind. Something that aroused her interest, even if she didn't know it yet.

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Y/N took the beers and one by one poured them into the sink, letting them go. Part of her said no, leave some, at least one in case someone ever came along or something. Or drink just one and throw everything Or perhaps better drink one and throw away all the rest, one more. The last one.

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She tilted her head to see the photograph on the nearest cabinet, an adorable photograph of her and two other women, hugging in front of the beach. One was redhead and the other brunette. The three of them laughed, making funny faces. ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N remembered the time Nat and Jules invited her to go to the beach that weekend, although Y/N refused saying that they should 'make it a romantic trip', they just wanted to spend time with her.

That weekend they spent one of the best days of her life, ending it with that photograph in a beautiful sunset in front of the beach.

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This is what they would have wanted.

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Sighing, Y/N dropped the rest of the beers and took the phone to order something to eat, other than a piece of cheese and bread. And although she didn't want to think about it, that night Y/N lay in bed thinking about that woman, and that perhaps it wouldn't be bad to visit the group again next week.

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“Anyone else want to share something with us?”

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“Thomas?” Janet asked but the man just shook his head, he wasn't ready to do it. Now the gaze of Janet fell on her. Y/N settled into her seat, surely Janet noticed how she moved her leg anxiously.

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“Y/N? Would you like to tell us something?” Her voice was so warm that Y/N had to stop herelf from telling her to fuck off for it.

ㅤㅤㅤ It had been quite a difficult week. Y/N believed that by throw away every bottle and presenting a paper that said that she attended ONE meeting, her boss was going to accept it, but it wasn’t like that at all.

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Swallowing, she just tilted her gaze. “I’m angry.”

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“Being angry is good, it's good to allow ourselves positive but also negative feelings.” Janet nodded, and the others around her did the same. All those looks on her, just made it feel like some kind of experiment.

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“I’m so angry. Because I want to go back to my life, to my work and I have to be here.” She let out again, not knowing why she was saying all that. Y/N just knew that every word was escaping from her mouth and couldn't control it.

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Everyone around her listened attentively, including Leigh, who was in front of her with a coffee in her hand.

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“Everyone looking at me like I'm a fucking guinea pig or something. Okay, wanna know? Let's see... I lost my whole life thanks to alcoholism.” Y/N frowned, thinking how far she had come. How is it that everything changed so much from one moment to the next? “And I fell into alcoholism because I lost my sister and my best friend at the same time. Also my parents treated me like shit.”

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Leigh, who was staring at her, felt a little sorry, understanding the woman a bit more now. Everyone there did it, in their own way, everyone suffered an irreparable loss but slowly they tried to heal.

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“My sister died a short time ago. Sh- she wasn't my biological sister, but she was my sister.” Y/N sighed deeply, entering a rather complicated field. Her lip twitched. “As I said, a year ago.”

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Everyone listened carefully and said nothing, when someone opened up like that it was important that they feel heard.

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“Julia.” Y/N swallowed at the thought of her best friend, her sister. “That was her name, we called her Jules, she was wonderful. A lovely human being, she had a lovely wife too. They died… and I'm here.”

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That name made Leigh look at her, having her full attention. As if fate somehow played a trick on them. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We were together since elementary school, always… She was there for me more than anyone.” You could tell that talking about it hurt deeply, Y/N swallowed and narrowed her eyes several times to keep from crying. “Even when I said that my dream was to be a firefighter, she decided to come along and support me. Although she chose to be a paramedic, so we could be together.”

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Y/N felt her lips tremble and how those eyes filled with tears but she tried to stay strong because she couldn't cry in front of all those people, could she? Come on. ㅤㅤㅤ “There was a gas leak in a building... then there was a big explosion. We were there.” Tears began to fall but she was too exhausted to wipe them away or hide them. “She and her wife Nat died… They died and I’m here.”

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She hated having to be the center of attention, feeling like an 'attention whore' or something. But once she started expressing what she felt, she couldn't stop. Because she no longer had anyone to talk to.

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“I’m still here and I sometimes I hate it.” She sniffled. "If we were a team… why didn't they take me too?"

ㅤㅤㅤ “I spent so much time thinking that… that maybe I'm just crazy. That maybe she's not gone. She’ll come around the corner any second, smiling at me.” Y/N smiled at the memory that came to mind. “Ma- Making fun of how I usually breathe through my mouth when I eat, she says I look like a fish out of water.”

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Y/N laughed through tears.

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“Since that day my head has not stopped telling me that it is better to get away from everyone before they abandon me.”

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She felt a soft hand resting on her shoulder and for a moment she thought about leaving, but seeing that the old lady only wanted to comfort her, Y/N just let it happen.

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“And I'm mad at myself and everyone.” Y/N looked down. “Especially my boss who won't let me go back to work and be able to save people. That’s it.”

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“Thank you, Y/N. For your sacrifice and for sharing this with us.” Janet said and they all repeated again, nodding.

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“It is important to be able to express what we feel in order to move forward.” Janet smiled kindly. “Denial and anger are two huge steps towards acceptance.”

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Sighing deeply and managing to calm down, Y/N nodded and dried her tears with a tissue that the kind old lady offered her, making the woman smile a bit.

After the group finished, Y/N left the place feeling the load on her back slightly lessen. Not much, but enough to take the first step out of darkness.

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She noticed how Leigh waited, sitting on the stairs. Scrolling down her phone.

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“Hey.” The brunette stood up when she saw her, smiling kindly.

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“Hey, Shaw.” Y/N stood next to her, her heart beats faster but she told herself that it was surely because she was crying before. “Did you run out of gasoline?”

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“No, I just took an Uber today, I didn't feel like driving.” Leigh wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms, as she began to walk with Y/N. “I'm glad you could express what you feel.”

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“Sure.” Y/N smirked, while playing with the keys of her motorcycle. “Crying like a child in front of a group of people I don't know isn't too bad.”

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“But do you feel better?” Leigh arched an eyebrow.

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They stopped when Y/N reached her motorcycle and she got on it. “Yeah…”

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“Oh, this is yours?” Leigh pointed at the motorcycle in surprise. “I thought it was from some bearded drunk old man who mistook this place for a biker bar.”

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The brunette joked and within seconds she realized what she just said, but Y/N just bit her lower lip trying not to laugh.

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“Sorry, too soon for someone recovering from… alcoholism. Fuck.” Leigh had always been too direct and perhaps a little cruel at times, even if she didn't want to.

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Y/N finally laughed at that joke, holding the helmet in her hands. “It’s okay, it wasn’t that bad. I’m not a baby.”

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“Good then.” Leigh turned to walk away but stopped to say something else. “Y/N?”

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“Yeah?” She looked up as she started the bike and made it roar.

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“How can you want to save someone if you don't do something to save yourself?”

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Perhaps one of the best questions she had ever heard. Leigh raised an eyebrow and smiled victoriously.

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“What are you some kind of cheap shrink or something?” Y/N growled.

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Y/N gave a small laugh. “Yeah, it shows.”

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Sighing deeply, Y/N handed the helmet to the brunette who looked at her blankly.

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“Come on, sunflower.” Y/N made the bike roar, but Leigh still didn't move. That nickname made her narrow her eyes, not knowing how to take it. “I'll take you home, okay?”

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“I'm not going to get on that.” Leigh rolled her eyes, she was definitely not going to get on a bike with a stranger -not so stranger- and much less at night. What was she? One of those bitches from Grand Theft Auto?

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“Come on! It's dark and the Ubers will take time, plus you could get any psycho here.”

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Sighing in defeat, Leigh snatched the helmet from her hands in complete annoyance. Y/N helped and when she was ready, she drove through the city to the brunette's house.

It wasn't too far from her house, so that wasn't too bad.

Once they arrived, Leigh hurried to get off the motorcycle and removed her helmet, afraid someone would see her. Especially her nosy mother or sister.

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“Thank you.” Leigh said quickly, arranging her hair a bit.

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“You are welcome.” The dark-haired woman smiled and nodded. “Not bad for a biker.”

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But far from laughing, Leigh just rolled her eyes and then saw how Y/N started her motorcycle again, ready to go.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Why?” the brunette asked, making Y/N to look at her, confused.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Why what?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Why did you call me sunflower?” She frowned blankly. She had to know or her doubt would eat her up all week.

ㅤㅤㅤ

But this time, the one who smiled victoriously was Y/N.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“See you next week, Shaw.” She just looked straight ahead and drove away from that house, leaving Leigh behind.

🌼 cute people i'm gonna tag here: 🌼 @oh-thats-cute - @katiemay-025 - @imnotasuperhero - @marvelogic

#leigh shaw x reader #sorry for your loss #elizabeth olsen imagine

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not-that-dillinger · 11 months

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Nevada Road Trip

(* closed starter for @systemadministratorclu *)

How Ed managed to not spoil the surprise, he didn't know. two months of planning a trip for the two of them, for his son's first time on the other side, and Clu was still... well, clueless.

(Son... they've known each other for two months now, and Ed still can't help the dopey grin every time he thinks about it.)

Well, perhaps not quite clueless. Clu had to know something was up when Ed suggested a very specific time and date, ("I found something I think you'll like, but it has to be exactly on this day"), Or certainly by now, when they were both about to leave the Grid, and Ed was practically vibrating with excitement.

The planning, of course, started when Quorra mentioned Clu wanted to see the stars. Which. Was a dilema, because the light pollution in Los Angeles made the night sky quite disappointing. The next best thing that Ed could think of was a visit to the planetarium. He tossed that idea out after a few seconds of contemplation. Ed personally didn't like crowds, and he didn't want to subject Clu to so many humans on his first time off the Grid. Too many random variables to mess things up. And Clu deserved better.

Ed was going to show Clu the stars.

And so Ed researched the best places to go star gazing.... Which lead to him stumbling into a Los Angeles amateur astronomer club forum.... which lead to three things.

First, it lead to the awareness of the Perseid meteor shower, which was going to peak in mid august.

It also led to Ed buying a (admittedly entry-level, but still really nice with several lenses) telescope. If it was partially because he had wanted one as a kid, that part was secondary. He couldn't wait to show it to Clu.

And most importantly, it led to him discovering dark sky sanctuaries.

And particularly the nearest one, which was about a twelve hour drive north of where they lived.

...In the nearly ten years Ed had worked for Encom, he had never used his time off, and so he had ten years' worth of it. He had never had a reason for a vacation, nobody to spend it with, until now. And so Ed all but gleefully informed Mackey that he was going to be taking a week off in August.

During the day, Ed planned the trip, and gathered supplies. A tent, sleeping bags and mats, a camping stove and small cooking set were added to his supplies. He planned stops along the way, and calculated the time they would need to get there just before sunset, leaving enough time for bathroom breaks and lunch.

During the evening, he did his best to prepare Clu to for what things would be like on the other side, showing him memories from his disc, answering questions, and or bringing him books to read and food to try (if Clu is going to spend over a day outside the Grid, Ed was going to make sure he had something to eat that he would actually like).

And he promised he'd stay the night the night before their grand adventure, so Clu wouldn't have to go through the portal alone for the first time.

And so the evening before the trip, Ed packed the telescope under an excessive amount of blankets and pillows, the camping gear, and several days worth of snacks that didn't require refrigeration into the car, then went to go visit Clu.

The morning of, Ed stood with Clu, doing his very best not to act like a little kid bouncing with his excitement, and activated the portal. "How are you feeling?" He asked softly as the column of light ignited a not far from where they stood. "Think you're ready?" As excited as he was to share his world with Clu, he knew Clu was at the very least, nervous, despite his best to reassure him everything would be alright.

Ed offered Clu a hand, a silent reassurance and promise that Ed would be right be right next to his son to help him, no matter what happened.

#...This post resulted in me sidetracking into looking up tents for star gazing...#which then devolved into looking for other camping gear #...I want to go backpacking now #sorry this took so long

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seollenda · 2 years

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past tense and an arms length (taeyeon/reader)

get your taeyeon angst here…with a side of annoyed wingman fany. because taetae is always on the mind and has only become more and more now i’m back into binging gg content ;w;

word count: ~2,000

CW: n/a

“we don’t talk anymore.”

maybe taeyeon hadn’t meant it to come across that bluntly, but the media didn’t miss out on the sound bite. a few korean outlets wheedled their way into your inbox, digging up your contact info and demanding comments that you couldn’t even arrange into coherence anyway. you tried to ignore them the best you could.

even when tiffany came knocking one day, with the deepest frown and a pout that betrayed some irritation as well.

“taetae wants to talk.” she set her cargo down on a recently wiped down countertop—grimey produce that you know she foraged from her nearest farmers market. the next bag was a black plastic one, filled to the brim with your favourite korean snacks. her version of a love language.

“i thought we don’t talk anymore.”

maybe you hadn’t meant it to come across that sensitive either.

(or maybe you both had.)

in any case, tiffany wasn’t having it.

she set a bottle of riesling next to the potatoes, which you snatched up and immediately stuck in your fridge.

“you know she didn’t mean it that way. she has to watch what she says nowadays…”

“right, and she sure did a good job at keeping the buzz down,” you replied, digging through the groceries to put them away. fany just watched you bustle around, nonplussed. you continued, a pang of what you tried to identify as resentment twisting your stomach. “maybe she forgot to consider that i have a life to live here…my inbox was quiet enough until this bullshit.”

“y/n.” tiffany snapped. “stop bullshitting me. i’ve never seen you sulk this bad, even since you moved.” you finally relented and looked her in the eyes. “frankly i’m tired of being the in between for your annoying ass drama. so for my sake, figure it the fuck out.”

guilty. your heart sank.

“fany…” you started, setting the onions down and brushing the dust off your hands on your shirt. you came around the kitchen island, reaching for a hug. “i’m sorry…i’m so selfish sometimes…”

“it’s okay,” she accepted your arms. she smelled of the same peony perfume she’d shown off excitedly the last time you’d met—when things seemed so settled in and moved on, finally. you’d secured your biggest theater role yet, moved into the apartment you’d searched for, adopted a kitten. you’d felt that glowing pride and admiration from your closest friend, someone who had always seemed to have it all figured out from the beginning. in her shadow in america, then los angeles, you had grown content, even when she pushed you to carry on. and you finally felt like you’d shed the stage name, finally yourself, an artist in her own right here in a city where they were much more seldom recognized. where they could refuse and avoid prying korean press, and they grew uninterested enough not to bother. a new email domain had felt like a silly small step in that realization.

until fucking kim taeyeon decided to mention you on live prime time radio.

a month out since that happy brunch, now tiffany regarded you with weary disappointment.

“i know she hurt you, and what she did wasn’t fair,” she prodded, honest yet affectionate. she tucked your hair behind an ear, sensing the rising tide of emotion in you. “but you really hurt her too. taengu…” fany trailed off, and you were reminded of the fact that yes, the two of them were soulmates in a way, too. closest of friends, and you’d been the cause of her best friend’s three years of pain.

you gritted your teeth against tears.

“she’s coming to los angeles this week,” tiffany said suddenly. “international interviews before comeback, now that things are opened up again.” she leveled a stare at you. “she wants to see you. she’s doing a big thing, stepping forward first.” her grip squeezed firmly on your shoulders. “so meet her halfway.”

“okay.” you said, if only to release her vice grip on you. you returned to your tidying, feeling churning butterflies already.

“you don’t even have to make up,” tiffany said, her tone finally loosening into something resembling her usual self. “honestly, it’s probably best if you two don’t hook up. at least for now.”

she grinned at the dirtiest glare you could manage and shrugged unapologetically.

“sorry, neither of you are over it,” she wandered over to your fridge, apparently too impatient to wait for the wine to chill. “you have a type, clearly. so does she. honestly it’s kinda creepy how accurate it is…”

“she…” you couldn’t resist. “she’s been in a relationship?”

“only flings,” fany rolled her eyes, handing you a glass. you sipped at it. tart and way too sweet. just the way tiffany young liked it. “she’s been off men since you, to be honest. one guy, and he deadass kinda reminded me of you, too.“

“celeb?”

“tattoo artist.”

“i’d never have been a tattoo artist,” you couldn’t help but snort. tiffany laughed too.

“maybe that’s why that one was over so fast.” she rolled her eyes. “anyway. i’d have said you have higher ground on this one but i know you’re still way too hung up on her.”

you exhaled, leaning on the countertop with a hanging head.

“can you blame me?”

kim taeyeon. no woman had gripped you like she had. maybe whatever…this was was mutual after all.

if she’d seemed so touchy about the topic on some random radio show.

—

“hey.”

“hi.”

it was unusual for either of you to call rather than text, but somehow messages seemed more intimate than a phone call. at least both parties could pretend to have forgotten what was said when words were released into receivers, dissolved into air immediately.

“did we want to meet tomorrow? brunch? fany said she reserved a quiet spot for us with good food.”

hearing her voice call your mutual friend by that nickname betrayed another rush of nostalgia. you gripped the phone tighter, pressing your lips together. you weren’t sure what was threatening to spill out of you, but you didn’t trust yourself.

“yeah, sure.” you swallowed, your voice even.

“eleven AM, the blue barrow,” she said shortly. her tone was indecipherable, especially over a crackly connection.

“got it.”

a silence began to stretch uncomfortably. fany’s words repeated reproachfully in your head. so you made an effort.

“you landed today?”

“yeah, this morning.” she exhaled. you could hear her voice opening up to you already. the hint of weariness was familiar, one which had always pricked your attention. “rest, tae,” you would have repeated until she listened (sometimes it took more than a few patient repetitions).

rest. moments the two of you had shared turned to what the other girls surreptitiously dubbed “quality time”. the two of you lay in the same cramped dorm bed, fingers intertwined and talking about anything and nothing, dreams and realities. comparing hands, tracing veins, remarking about anything in a way that you felt like you learned something everytime. something about taeng, but something about yourself.

rest, taeng-ah.

—

dressed down, wrapped up in a semblance of incognito fashion, she was still stunning when she lowered her shades and lifted her cap.

“hey, y/n.”

she said your name this time.

“hi taeyeonie.”

the conversation was stilted, the food delicious. her gaze was furtively attentive when she thought you didn’t notice, otherwise guarded in a way that hurt.

so much for her making the first step. tiffany had always been an optimist.

and maybe a bit of a liar. this taeyeon didn’t want anything to do with you, even as she sat before you and you breathed her air and thought you were looking into her eyes.

“that was delicious,” you mustered some cheer, collecting your card. (the meal your treat, you’d insisted. she didn’t resist as hard as she normally would. maybe she didn’t see it as worth it anymore. it didn’t seem like a running tab would occur between the two of you at this rate.)

she watched you get to your feet, taking a deep breath before bolting hastily to her own. her words came clumsily and overeagerly. you knew she’d held onto them longer than she should’ve.

“can i see your apartment?”

you raised an eyebrow, attempting sone lighthearted ribbing.

“inviting yourself over?”

“i just—“ she stammered, her nervous hands landing among dishes to lean on the tabletop. “fany told me so much about your new place and your cat and you know, i—“

“i’m just kidding,” you cut in, saving her from giving an answer that you knew neither would want to admit. you saw her shoulders slacken slightly. “yeah, you can come over.”

—

what had possessed you to let kim taeyeon take another step into your life?

she was on your threshold, fumbling off her flats and stepping into your apartment. not at the scale one might have imagined for an ex-girls generation member. but cozy and well kept and just what you’d dreamed of all along.

“it’s lovely,” she said finally. clutching the couch back, facing away from you. “it’s very you. what i’d always imagined your home might look.”

“guess i haven’t changed there.”

she turned around, her eyes bright with tears.

“i shouldn’t have come, i’m sorry.” but she only stepped closer. her gaze searched your face, desperate. “but i had to see you.”

“i know.” you swallowed hard. she reached out, tentative but encouraged. her hands were small, warm in yours. “i don’t know what i expected.”

“i had things to say to you.” she broke into a watery chuckle, embarrassed. “i wrote it all down…” she reached toward her jeans pocket but thought better of it, returning her hands to yours. “but i thought maybe you should get a chance to talk this time.”

you exhaled a breath held. her warm gaze gave you strength. even after all these years.

“i think i finally understood why you had to.” your eyes were dry, somehow. “but you could’ve told me, taeyeon. none of it made sense to me.”

“yeah,” she looked down. “i thought it was easier if you didn’t know. it barely made sense to me.” tae released a hand to clutch lightly at her scalp in bemusement. “i was double-stupid for expecting you to stay.”

“i would’ve hoped for it too,” you replied. the memories came back in a messy, warm, sentimental flurry. “we were so young…”

“wasn’t it fun?”

she gazed into you. nobody could dig into you like her, lay you bare in a way that frightened you at first. that had been the initial, passionate draw. to be seen so nakedly, it was inevitable to want find more. not just of the other girl. but the pieces of yourself you could find in her eyes.

it was stupid and dangerous, but it tugged at you again. even a hundred life events since you’d last met her this way.

“it was.” past tense. it had to be, or else you’d be driven insane again. the girl on your television, the girl who couldn’t stop herself from uttering your name, the girl whose lyrics echoed the exact words she’d spoken to you one of those warmest nights. ones that you’d thought she’d forgotten, but you could never release.

“i loved you.”

she was quiet.

past tense. past tense.

“i loved you too.”

and she stepped first, finally. her lips were just the same as you remembered, her hands finding the same points on your waist and then up to cup your face. she was just the same, it was all just the same.

you were stupid and young and lovesick again, and kim taeyeon was yours again.

“i still want to.”

the two of you had always known what you’d wanted. her words hadn’t changed either. you’d been a fool after all, forgetting willfully or otherwise.

with tae, it was always the present.

#snsd fanfic #snsd imagines #taeyeon fanfic #taeyeon imagines #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic

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haeva · 9 months

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I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I want to sleep in and catch the nearest flight to the Netherlands.

Facing this mountain of a book to edit and rewrite, these symptoms the doctors can’t figure out, trying to stay strong with my dad being sick, and now a creep hanging out at the mall catcalling me and my coworker.

I’m probably writing this as a coping mechanism so I can go to bed without such thoughts plaguing my mind. I think one of these days I’m going to break down.

These trials come, but they always seem to go. Even things I thought, and felt, could last forever, faded away. I’ll get through this. It’s just a latest rainy season I suppose.

Few things have remained the last year and a half. Friendships, bonds with family members, my mother’s love. The joy I have with my little dog Watson. My writing. The way the sun shines into my window onto the bookshelf in the evening. My favorite stories that are always amazing every time I reread them. Comfort movies I put on while studying. You. Our bond, tethered by pen pal messages and anonymous love letters, co-bloggers and writers. You’re out there, probably in school listening to some boring professor (trust me love, I’m sure you outshine them all), or in your apartment making earl grey tea. I think it’s breakfast time there, right?

I miss you. I just want to feel your embrace and my worries melt away into nothing. Some days more than others. Tonight is one of those.

I hear the coyotes now, howling and singing their songs in the distance beyond the hills. (Far beyond, don’t worry, they don’t come near houses) I hear crickets as well, and the tick of my clock which I’m pretty sure needs new batteries. It feels so still. Peaceful.

Show up in my dreams, pretty please?

(as a matter of habit, I almost clicked “ask anonymously”)

Oh how I've missed these poetic diary entries. I'm so sorry to hear about your dad. I hope he gets better and if he can't then I hope he finds peace.

I can't say I know exactly what you're going through, no one in my family has ever been sick. But I do know the feeling of wanting to pack up and leave, even if it's just for a little while.

I think about it when I feel like I have no one left in this place who cares for me. I think about it when I'm barely passing my classes and everyone else seems so much smarter than me. I think about it when I realise how my life didn't go the way I planned. I screwed up and it makes me want to cry.

In those moments I imagine what places I would go. The US comes up a lot, New York, Los Angeles, there's so many cities to visit. But whichever one I imagine, I always picture you there.

I have seen myself running into you at the mall. Or us meeting at some airport. I have even pictured you in Amsterdam and even though it's not where I live, I'm there that day. But if you saw me, really saw me, would you still like me? Or would I be better off remaining a fantasy in your head? I can be perfect that way, while the reality is flawed.

Tell me, did I show up in your dreams after all? Because you have shown up in mine.

#I think this is the first time I answered with a little diary entry of my own #it's not nearly as good as yours but it's all true and that's what matters #do I dare tag this #vampire anon #just for old times sake #cause I'm really missing the old times right now #long post

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matan4il · 1 year

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OK stop you guys just made me spit my drink out laughing so hard. Ok so college drop and the line are you even a parent if your kid isn't embarrassed by you.

Here is the funny thing to me. Buddie will always be iconic and sexy. Like they could be wearing shirts saying "I am gay for him" pointing at each other and the straight women will still swoon. The straight guys will wonder, am I a little gay for them, I wonder what their workout schedule is, and it must be fun being in a relationship with your best friend. The gays will just turn them into gay icons and crush on them. All the students will be the same, like Chris, your dads are cool. And our Christopher will roll his eyes and say "you know they made me watch Toy Story 3 last night and cried the whole time".

Only Christopher and the lesbians will be like every calm down about these 2!!

XD Nonnie, I am so not funny, I just sometimes say stuff that makes me laugh, not expecting anyone else to laugh as well. (I sincerely wrote all of 'first day as a los angeles firefighter' just going, "This is so dumb, no one's even gonna read this, but who cares? My dumb ass is choking with laughter...") So you don't know how delighted I am that my silly line about 'are you even a parent...' made you laugh. *hugs*

This is so true! The idea that gay men are somehow less attractive to women is the dumbest shit I've ever heard, and LBR here, it only holds true for homophobic women. Every other kind of woman attracted to men is gonna look at these handsome, young, muscular, brave firefighters and lust on. I'm just gonna point this out, because I am still disgusted by the notion that celebs, even the most gorgeous ones, must stay in the closet lest they be less marketable. TPTB underestimate the power of a good lady boner. So allow me just to take a second to applaud any actor, musician and other celeb who came out in spite of this dumbass, homophobic notion.

And now that I'm done digressing, yes to this. I studied in a class where half the kids lived on an Air Force base, and came to our school because it was the nearest one to where they lived. All of us non-AF kids looked up to the dads of the AF kids! There was NOTHING these dads could do to stop them from being cool in our very young eyes... So it wouldn't even matter what Chris would say. "They made you watch Toy Story 3? God, I wish my cool firefighter dad would watch Toy Story 3 with me!" Poor Chris would feel so misunderstood. But it's fine, it would just make him closer to the other firefam kids. THEY get him. Together they'd spend entire afternoons arguing which one of their first responder parents is the least cool. Chris almost always wins, although Harry gives him a run for his money every time he mentions how Athena still calls him on occasion her baby boy...

Thank you and have a great day! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

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the-stray-storyteller · 2 years

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Defenders : Chapter 2

Warnings : none

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

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Day 2

Location : Red Hook Dock, Brooklyn, New York City

Venatrix climbed out of the boat sticking to the shadows of the harbour. She started to count her disadvantages. Problems that needed to be solved.

“One, I have no idea where I am,” she muttered as she ran in a random direction. The first problem was an easy fix.

“Two, how do I get to Los Angeles,” this one would take some time to plan and relied on where she was at the moment. She would probably need to forge a lot of documents if she was travelling illegally. She didn’t even have a birth certificate.

“Three, I need food,” she told herself when she heard her stomach rumbling.

She kept running, a child walking through a place like this all alone would look suspicious. Venatrix took in long even breaths as she sprinted across the harbour. She halted to a stop at the sight of a fence, a small road beyond it. Maybe she could find a bus station, she did have a lot of stolen money at hand. She could take the bus to the nearest airport and sneak into the plane, which wouldn't be the first time she snuck into a plane. Venatrix took a few steps back before vaulting over the fence.

She looked at the brick building, the word “Tesla” on top of the door. She peered through the glass doors to see a dozen sleek cars parked next to each other. She looked around the place curiously, this was the first time she went outside by herself without a comm in her ears. A symbol attached to a pole near the building held the words ‘Summit st’, where the hell was that?

“You lost?” her head turned to the driver of a truck which had stopped. She took a moment to take in the situation. The truck was a dirty green and it stank of flies and compost. The man was huge, white face with pink splotches framed by a scruffy beard.

She took in his accent. New yorker. She might be in the right country. There was still a chance the man had travelled. She quickly crossed out that thought after realising what his job was. She had to be in the US.

“Hello, a little away from home,” she replied. The words scraped through her throat coming out rough. She really needed to talk more.

“I will give you a lift, just tell me where you live,” he opened the door next to him. Venatrix calculated the risk. If a fight were to break out the man had the advantage of strength while she had the advantage of speed and agility. If she got in and fought him inside the truck the outcome would be unpredictable.

“I have never seen a kid think so much,” the driver said after a while.

“Is that bad?” Venatrix asked, deciding to climb in.

“No. Hungry? I still have an extra sandwich,” he pointed at a red lunch box. She should probably eat it, who knows when she will get to eat again, speaking of that…

“Take me to the nearest supermarket.”

“Um..your parent work there?” He handed over the sandwich to her.

“Yes,” she lied.

“You sure it is the nearest supermarket?” he asked, eyebrows scrunching up with worry.

“Very.”

“Okay then, let's go.”

Venatrix tugged the seat belt clasping it to the lock and then proceeded to take the first bite out of the sandwich. You couldn’t even call it a bite, she had taken a small nibble and moved it back and forth over her tongue, ready to spit it out if she detected any drug, poison or anything on it. Once satisfied the sandwich was safe to eat, she swallowed the whole thing.

“Hungry aren’t you?” the trucker laughed. Venatrix shot him a confused look.

“The consumption of carbohydrates,nutrients and other food groups for a human is essential for their health, why is it funny?”

“No.. I was just saying…”the trucker fumbled slightly confused, “kid how old are you?”

“Nine,” she answered but she wasn’t completely sure.

“Smart, real smart. Want some H2O?” He took a hand off the wheel to offer her a water bottle. She grabbed it, following the same process she had used for the sandwich to see if it was safe to consume. She wondered why the man had called it by its molecular formula rather than its common name.

It must be one of those jokes they told me about!

“Thankyou for the dihydrogen monoxide,” she said back, looking at the man hoping for a smile or a laugh. Instead she got a baffled expression.

“What is dihy…whatever that is you said?”

“Dihydrogen monoxide is the systematic name for water, you said H2O instead of using the common name so I assumed it was a joke and not to mention dihydrogen monoxide is actually quite dangerous…..” Venatrix shut her mouth, back at home they didn’t like it when she blabbered.

“Kid you are making me feel really dumb over here,” the trucker smiled back. Venatrix’s heart did a little involuntary victory dance, he had smiled and it meant her joke had worked.

Success!

The man pulled over at the store.

“Here you go, need any help finding your folks?” he asked as she jumped off the truck.

“No, I can see them from here,” she lied, acting like she had spotted someone through the glass doors. She turned back to the driver.

“Thankyou, goodbye,” she bid farewell, turning around and walking into the supermarket. She heard the engine growl as he drove away.

She got a lot of odd looks as she walked around the store in amazement unaware that her mouth was open. Her steps were slow and she wasn’t nearly as vigilant as she wanted to be. There were just so many things. Things she had never seen or heard of. She stuck her head into the refrigerators staring at the tubs of ice cream. She had heard of it but never tasted in and she had definitely not known there were so many flavours. She pulled herself out of it and pressed the back of her hand to the cold tip of her nose. She needed to get her priorities straight.

Venatrix really wished she could get her head in the game but it was proving harder than usual. She stood there in the aisle full of bread. Milk bread, brown bread, sweet bread, long bread, bread with bits of fruit in it, bread with chocolate in it. She stood there like an idiot staring at it not moving an inch. Why was there so much bread?

“Um..need any help?” one of the shop attendants asked. Venatrix’s brain short-circuited. It wasn't meant to short circuit especially not over bread.

“Bread,” was the only thing that slipped out of mouth, a little breathlessly even if she hadn’t done anything strenuous. She quickly walked away a little embarrassed.

She picked up a basket making a list of things she needed. She dropped three bottles of water. It was a very important thing. She searched for food which she could store for longer terms, preferably rich in carbohydrates, energy bars and cornflakes. She had stared suspiciously at the cup noodles for a good amount of time before deciding she could take three. She picked up a notepad and a pen just in case and then she stood in front of the juice section. She had never drank juice and she didn’t think she was allowed to, the same thing went for the cup noodles but she had taken those because she could store it, it was easy to prepare and seemed enough to satisfy her appetite. Maybe they didn’t have to know she had tasted juice but if they found it she was in major trouble.

Risk or no risk?

She stared up at the bottles filled with orange liquid. She thought about it, oranges were healthy but then again she didn’t know if it actually contained the fruit.

“Need help getting that down honey?” A young woman wearing a shirt with the name of the supermarket reached up to the high shelf and dropped the juice bottle into her basket. She gave Venatrix a smile. Did everyone smile so much over here? People back at home rarely smiled and if they did they had a sharpness to them, like a predator who had just found their next victim.

To her horror, the woman then proceeded to reach out her hand towards her. The muscles of her arms instinctively tightened and her hands curled to form fists ready to spring out into a fight. She relaxed in confusion when she realised the woman held no force behind her movement. There was absolutely no way she could hurt her moving that slow. Venatrix leaned away the closer the hand got. The moment she could not bend away any further without looking suspicious the hand nested on her head and then the woman moved it back and forth messing up her hair and walked away.

What was that? It…it felt nice?

She wanted more people to do that thing to her hair. Venatrix looked down at her basket to see the bottle of orange liquid, she looked at ingredients in tiny print. There was orange in it, even if it was only twenty percent. Now that it was in her basket she didn’t want to put it back, they didn’t have to know. A thought struck her, it wasn’t one of her best decisions but she decided to do it.

The high sugar content will give her instant energy and it was good to bring her sugar levels back to normal if she hadn’t eaten. It is what she told herself as she dropped in four candy bars.

Easy to carry around and an excellent source of carbohydrates she told herself as she put in a packet of chips. She also relaxed a little when she saw the packets had the american ‘flavored’ instead of british ‘flavoured’ she was in the right country but it still left the problem that America was huge.

“Oranges help to make collagen which in turn helps in healing wounds and it also boosts the immune system and that is why I am buying it, no other reason,” she told the cashier as she handed the orange juice over to him.

The cashier gave her a few odd looks and asked where her parents were, to which she replied she was here with her brother and he had handed her the money while he went to talk to his friends.

“You going on a camping trip or something?” the cashier asked.

“Yes,” she lied, if the cashier thought that the others might too might as well stick with that.

“Usually kids take a lot more sweets and chips.”

“Dad already bought everything, just needed a few other things, and said we could pick a few other things.”

“Okay then,” he handed her a tote bag filled with her shopping.

“Do you know where me and my brother can find a duffel bag, our old one kinda has a huge hole in it.” Venatrix had concluded that travelling with a tote bag would come across as strange and a duffel would be much easier. The cashier gave her some directions and wished her a happy trip.

Attaining a duffel bag was easy enough to find and she kept up the same story she made up in the store. Her next stop, somewhere she could find transport.

She was in New Jersey and Los Angeles was all the way across the country. The positive side of her mind cheered that they were at least in the right country but the negative side made her yell something. She shouted out a word she had several of her trainers say when they got angry, she never knew what it meant but it felt like the right time to use it. Turns out whatever it meant she wasn’t supposed to say it because she got yelled at by any adult who was within hearing radius. She continued to stare at the bus routes weighing her options. A flight would take six to eight hours and a bus would take sixty-nine hours. Money wouldn’t be a problem, she had nicked over two thousand dollars from the dead people back at home.

She caught a taxi.

“Where to?” the man asked. Venatrix got the faint smell of tobacco from the car.

“Parents?” He looked around for the missing adults

“Already there, some issues came up, they told me to take a taxi.”

“John F. Kennedy International airport please.” The taxi driver shut up and gave her a crooked smile when she handed him the wad of money.

#writblr #my writing #writers on tumblr #writers #writers and poets #stories #fiction #teen writer #orginal oc #aspiring writer #adventure #superhero story #superhero wip #science fiction #original story #original work

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ꕀ ᐝ 𖠳 omar rudberg, cis man with a twist, he/they 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ ‷ heads up ; if you hear PUT A LITTLE LOVE ON ME by NIALL HORAN blaring, it’s most likely OLLE TORRES making their way down the shore ! they’re 22 years old and celebrate their birthday on 6/4 - i knew they were a GEMINI ! especially since they’re very OPTIMISTIC and NAIVE. they are from LOS ANGELES, staying in DOWNTOWN and are currently working as a MASSAGE THERAPIST AT CAPE MAY HOLISTIC DAY SPA, here at the cape. they always did remind me of doodle-filled notebooks, maps of the constellations, and hiding in oversized sweaters. ‷

BASICS

name: olle torres age: 22 years hometown: los angeles, ca gender: cis man with a twist pronouns: he/they orientation: homosexual occupation: massage therapist at cape may holistic day spa

BACKGROUND

cult mentions tw, abuse tw, death/disappearance tw

The beginning of Olle's life is complicated, and he doesn't talk about it much. It started out in Sweden, born to a mother much too young to have a child, and no father to be found. The young mother had no home, no family to help her, and friends who were not equipped to handle a baby any more than she was. Still, she had every intention of being a good mother. She loved her son, Olle can remember that much. He was clingy as a baby and a toddler, but she never minded doing everything one-handed, her other arm holding her child close.

When a kind stranger rolled into town with promises of a community that took care of each other, Olle's mother was quick to take the bait. The stranger was passionate, and charming, and she would've followed him anywhere, Olle towed along behind her. The stranger gained a decent following in his journeys, and eventually their travels led them all the way to the United States, to a large plot of land where all of the followers were able to start a real, functional home. In a matter of only a few years, they'd begun growing their own food, creating a self-sustaining community living off the land. If there were a few illegal activities happening under the attractive and innocent surface, Olle wouldn't know about that. Not really. This is where his memories go in and out.

Mostly he remembers feeling fear, every time the kind stranger smiled in his direction. He remembers crying in his mother's arms every night, begging her to leave, telling her it wasn't what it seemed. Something was wrong, there. But Olle's mother would shush him, calm him, promise him everything was going to be okay.

It wasn't okay. And when Olle was only eight years old, he was ripped from his mother's arms when their small community was raided. He was one of twenty children thrown into the system, never to see their families again. He's not sure what happened to his mother after that. If she tried to find him, he was never told. Instead, he was handed off to a nice family in Los Angeles.

They were patient with him, which was good. Olle didn't speak to anyone for the first six or seven months that he lived with them. He showed his appreciation for their efforts in other ways, though. A hand on the knee of whoever had come to read him a story. Leaning into the shoulder of the nearest person when he was nervous in a crowd. Tiny fingers intertwining with larger ones as an adult cooked dinner and he just wanted to watch. Olle was still affectionate, still clingy, just silently so. His words came back to him over time, and after the first year with the Torres family, he stopped waiting at the window hoping to see his mother coming to find him. Two years in their home, and he was at the courthouse in a brand new suit, beaming as the Torres' signed his official adoption papers. Olle was officially a Torres when he was only ten years old, and since then he has viewed them as the family he was always meant to have.

Olle always worked hard to make people proud of him. He was constantly seeking approval, bringing home every spelling test and holding it out with pride to anyone who would look at it, even when he'd gotten a measly 70% correct. He kept his room clean, made his bed every day, and even did his best to help with the cleaning around the house when he could. It wasn't always the best work, but he certainly tried. Olle isn't sure if he was always this way, or if it was the product of him being adopted as a child instead of a baby, but the need for approval never really went away as he grew up.

In high school he met a 'friend' online. Trevor was older, and likely didn't have the best intentions at heart. But Olle was naive, and believed the man was just being friendly, even going so far as to meet up with him on occasion. It was always in public places, and nothing ever happened, but the text messages between the two often got flirty and blurred the lines between what was appropriate and what was not. Still, Olle believed this person's intentions to be pure, and when Olle graduated from high school, he was quick to move into his "friend's" apartment. Their relationship became romantic almost immediately, and Olle was happier than ever. Which was saying a lot, because he'd always been a pretty happy kid.

When things started to go south, Olle made excuses. Work was hard, Trevor's family wasn't always good to him, he was under a lot of pressure these days. It wasn't just that Olle had a bad boyfriend, there were always extenuating circumstances. And if things got physically bad, Olle would never tell anyone. He hid it, went to school for massage therapy while living with who he claimed was his soulmate, and pretended everything was fine. Better than fine, even. Things were perfect. He was living his dream life, wasn't he?

He wasn't happy. But he wasn't going to say so.

Shortly after getting his massage therapy license, his boyfriend decided they should move. So at nineteen years old, Olle reluctantly said good-bye to his family, and moved all the way across the country to Cape May, New Jersey. Olle was able to get a job at a nice spa, and even managed to go back to school part-time for a year to get his esthetician license. He still primarily sticks to massage therapy, but he likes being able to fill in for other positions when needed. Besides, being licensed in esthetics helped him learn how to effectively use makeup when needed. Which wasn't too often, but knowing how to cover a bruise in such a way that nobody would notice? It did come in handy a few times.

Back in February, Trevor left home in the middle of the night and didn't return. When Olle filed a missing persons report, it was noted that he looked pretty beaten up at the time. Someone had even taken photos of him at the station, saying they'd be for reference. Olle didn't know what that meant, but he didn't see any reason not to go along with whatever the police wanted. Olle hasn't told anyone what happened the night Trevor disappeared, nothing more than they'd had dinner and watched a movie, and sometime after Olle had fallen asleep on the couch, his boyfriend up and left. There are definitely pieces of the story missing, but he's been tightlipped about it. And without any evidence of foul play, nothing can really be done at this moment.

HEADCANONS

Olle loves space and stars and constellations, he even has most of them memorized. If you really want to make him happy, let him talk your ear off about the stars sometime. Or just go stargazing with him.

He's also super into astrology and palm reading and tarot. He will happily give a reading to anyone that asks, and even thought about going into it as a career for a while right after high school. It helped pay his way through massage school.

Olle is very touchy-feely, and anyone close to him will notice it immediately. If he's talking to you, he's probably got a hand on you, because that's how he shows he's listening.

more to come!

#cape.intro #abuse tw

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Right Where You Left Me - Chapter Four

A/N: Another chapter updated! I hope you enjoy this one because I’m still having ideas of what the outcome would this story be. I’m also planning to make another Natasha x Fem!Reader story but I don’t know yet lmao. Anyways, Hoping you enjoy!

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader; Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: A devastating broken marriage was formed between two lovers. She promised you forever, loyalty, and beautiful memories. You believed in everything she said until a file of divorce papers was on her table. Like as they always say; a cheater is always a cheater. If it happens once, it'll happen again.

Warnings: None tbh

Word Count: 2438

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

“We shouldn’t have had sex,” You muttered quietly and wore a robe around your naked body; trying your best to not let your eyes maneuver hers.

“Did you regret it?” She asked audibly and waited for your response. It was silence for a few seconds until you replied: “I don’t know, I guess not. But we are getting a divorce so this will be the last time, please.”

There was a sense of regret in your tone and almost felt awful for saying that to her. But, you stayed by your fact. You cannot have sex with Scarlett again.

She sighed defeatedly and nodded, covering her body with the blanket that was sprawled all over the bed. You wasted no time going out of the room, taking a shower at the guest’s bathroom as you try your best to be formal with her from now on.

THE DAILY MAIL:

Scarlett Johansson was having a jog at Beverly Hills, Los Angeles California with a white tank top along with some loose jogging pants. The 37-year-old actress looks quite ravishing, especially after her last shoot for the new upcoming movie: Black Widow.

Although, her wife was not spotted and Mrs. Johansson looked devastated. Has something gone wrong with the two wives? As she walked to the nearest coffee shop, a customer commented that the actress sounded ill and tired.

“Is there any way for this article to be removed?” Scarlett talks to her publicist on the phone, asking with a rasp in her tone.

“I don’t think so, Scar. Besides, they won’t assume that you and Y/N are having some conflict. Wait, are you two okay–”

“Thank you, goodnight.” She instantly hung up and threw her phone on top of the couch, grunting under her breath. Scarlett didn’t want to let people assume that you and her are getting a “divorce”. She hasn’t even planned on getting you back, she sat back down on the couch and took a sip of her whiskey – feeling the burning feeling prickling on her throat.

You walked to the living room with a corduroy jacket around you, coming back home from Lizzie’s house. Although, you decide not to mention that to her because of how reactive Scarlett can be. The older woman sees you and gives you a tight warm smile.

“Hey, where did you go today?”

“To my lawyer, she said she’ll prepare for the papers by next week. I decided to pack my stuff since we are getting a divorce.”

Her face looked in distress as you mentioned that to her and she sighed, whispering: “Is that what you really want, Y/N?”

You intuitively nodded, “Yeah.”

“Can we talk about this first and not jump into these things yet?”

“There’s nothing to talk about though,” It’s true. There was nothing to be talked about since everything was already laid out. She cheated on you, verbally abused you, and lied behind your back. That was already enough to truly, completely, divorce Scarlett.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” She said slowly as she tries to not let her emotions take over her. “I don’t think I will be, anyway.”

“Well, I am because I can’t even look at you anymore.”

She nodded – almost in agreement – and crossed her arms but not in a way she was defending herself. You looked away so she wouldn’t think you’ve been staring and grabbed yourself a glass of whiskey, taking a huge gulp into your mouth. You needed at the moment, to feel kind of relaxed in some sort of way.

“We do need to talk–”

“Can we please just drop the subject, Scarlett? You cheated on me, you brought out the worst in me, there’s nothing to be talked about.”

“But there is, we aren’t being mature right now!” She raised her voice and stood up, looking down at you that you almost felt intimidated by her presence.

“Scar–”

“We are letting go of a marriage that is worth fighting for so we have to talk about this. And I know you’ll retort something back or call me a cheater, fine. I accept that because it’s true, but I won’t let this go without a fight. So please–just, let’s talk.”

In a voice of yours that sounded almost sincere, you replied: “I’m sorry. Okay, let’s talk about it. But, I’m still thinking of us separating.”

Her body deflated a little but nodded debilitatingly and sat back down on the couch. You sat across from her and waited for her to say something until she says:

“There is no absolute excuse for what I’ve done. I understand that I was an asshole to you, I’ve treated you awfully for a year and if I could take it,” She inhales a sharp breath and lets out a shaky sigh, chuckling but not in a funny way. “I just–I’m deeply sorry, my love. You didn’t deserve an ounce of my awful words towards you. I don’t know how to explain this but, when I was busier with the movie I started to have these thoughts…”

“What thoughts, Scarlett?” You asked and felt your heart thumping faster – feeling anxiety coming through you as she sat there in silence.

“I felt excruciatingly needy. Like, there was part of my brain that I needed something…and it was incredibly stupid of me because the outcome is, I lost you.”

She continued and sniffled, “I lost you when I decided to sleep with that woman, I lost you when I decided to be mean towards the girl who did nothing but to be devoted to me. I lost…I lost everything and it’s my fault because of my needs that weren’t supposed to be there and I’m so so sorry for putting you in this position.”

You didn’t say anything much and saw how sincere she looked. Her eyes spoke with so much regret that you’re falling for it, whatever she was doing to you and you feel your heart suddenly calming down at her confession.

Maybe because you wanted to know the reason why she did that to you, and she gave you the answer and felt relieved.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner before we got here?” You asked with no emotions.

“Because I was afraid of how you’ll react and maybe you’ll leave me for it–”

“And I’m still leaving you, am I?” You queried – almost in a prude way – and looked at you with full of shame and guilt in her eyes.

There was a long pause between you two and it almost felt too quiet until you added: “Look, I’m still upset with you to the point I want to hurt you back. Meaning, kiss a random person outside and making your body boil into anger. But, I won’t do such a thing because I am still unfortunately married to you.”

She stared at you with your response and replied: “I am so sorry, Y/N. I don’t deserve your forgiveness…I don’t deserve anything from you.”

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked in a small voice. She shook her head a no.

“Then what made you become like this?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. I don’t know.”

Silence crept through again and you have said nothing but nodded – because it was the only best thing you could do.

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“You can stay here for as long as you like,” Elizabeth offered a kind intimidating mile and showed you a bedroom that you once slept in. She helped you with your bags and you tried telling her you could carry them on your own but she insisted. The older woman placed two duffle bags on the corner of the floor and her hands were attached to her hips.

“Thank you, Lizzie. This means a lot to me.”

“Yeah–Of course, Y/N,” She cooed and rubbed your back gently with care – it felt very comfortable for you. “She didn’t hold you back?”

“I left before she even woke up, I guess I didn’t want to see her heartbroken face.” You replied and wandered around the cold cozy room that grazes on your skin, making you shiver a little. The bed was a queen-sized one with cold dark green covers along with a long nightlamp that was a standing figure on the corner of the wall. Behind you, there was a desk and that’s where mostly you will be because you’re an interior designer yourself.

“I also ordered us some Italian food for tonight,” She inquired and holds the knob of the door. “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

Something about that offer made your stomach churn, you don’t essentially know if it was a good or bad way, so you nodded – smiling brightly.

“Yeah, sure. Maybe also a lot of wine for tonight?”

She chuckled under her breath, nodding. “Yes, why not. I’ll leave you alone for now sweetheart.”

You took a long nap and for the first time in months, it felt incredible. Maybe because the feeling of burden and guilt is slowly fading away after your soon-to-be ex-wife let it all out on you. You woke up and took a long warm shower that relaxed your body, lathering some lavender body wash all over your wet skin. You decide to wear something nice for tonight – even though there was no occasion – you still wanted to look good. So you wore a tight light blue dress that you bought from your designer friend’s shop and pinned your hair in a bun.

As soon as you step into the dining area, you saw Elizabeth’s face in complete awe of you. You smiled sheepishly and looked away from her gaze as you felt yourself being flushed.

“You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you,” You smiled gigantically with your teeth. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” She appreciated your compliment and offered you a chair. Once both of you sat down beside each other she puts a plate of Carbonara pasta and poured your wineglass with red wine.

“This is so kind of you, Liz. Thank you again–”

“Please don’t thank me, Y/N. I just want you to have a good dinner, okay?”

You and her ate quietly, enjoying the taste of the food that you couldn’t stop munching. After a year of being under Scarlett’s burden, this was the first time you felt amazing to yourself.

“Questo Cibo è delizioso,” Elizabeth says with an accent as she looks at you with a slight smirk. You were merely impressed by how well she spoke the language.

“That’s quite impressive,” You retorted.

“I did take Italian class,” She implied and took a forkful of her pasta, you watch the way she eats it. That was slightly a turn-on. “How’s your food, sweetheart?”

“It’s amazing,” You moaned in pleasure and take another bite; Lizzie staring at you deeply when you did that. You felt your cheeks getting warm by the sight.

“I’m glad you like it, I would’ve cooked for tonight but I haven’t been doing grocery shopping lately.”

“You’re a millionaire and you don’t do grocery shopping?” She laughed elegantly with your joke, looking at you as if you’re the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

“I will tomorrow, would you like to come?”

“That would be nice, I’d like some distraction.”

Should have never said that, fucking hell.

She tilted her head and brings her eyes to your lips that were slightly gaped, you felt yourself blushing again and turned away but instead, she said: “Yeah, distraction. We’ll go early morning since there’s not a lot of people at that time.”

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“You’ve never been with a girl before?” Scarlett pulled away, panting as you felt something wet between your legs. You shook your head – still completely dazed by Scarlett’s lips on yours.

“No.”

She groaned to herself and pressed her body harder against yours, her hand crawling all the way up to your neck and holding it gently. She whispered: “You aren’t a virgin, right?”

You have lost your virginity to a boy that you used to be romantically involved with 2 years ago, it wasn’t as eventful. He was gentle, of course, and you appreciated that but it wasn’t as romantic as you thought it would be. He came too fast and you weren’t on a verge of orgasm as that happened. He apologized after and you were all left alone in the bed while he was getting dressed.

“Yeah, of course,” You replied laughing. “I–It wasn’t that good.”

“Baby,” She cooed and grazed her knuckles onto your cheeks, feeling her warm breath against your lips that made you go crazy. “I’ll be good to you, I promise. You just have to relax.”

Scarlett made love to you inside of her SUV car – somewhere quiet but you aren’t sure what location it was. The older woman was gentle and touched you like you were a feather. Her lips were everywhere on your body and she knew how much you liked that.

In general, you never thought your sex life would be that good when Scarlett came into the picture.

“Did you feel good?” You asked since you didn’t get to make Scarlett feel good the way she did to you. She nodded; smiling at you meekly.

“Yes baby, why?”

“Because I didn’t get to–”

“None of that, little dove,” She whispered and kissed your neck with ease. “Me fucking you was already a pleasure for me. Seeing you underneath me, writhing, begging, made me feel good. I promise.”

You did nothing but smiled against her chest, falling into a deep sleep.

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You came back to the house you used to live in with an uplifting mood, probably because Elizabeth took you out for lunch after you helped her buy groceries. You knocked on the front door and opened it, revealing a clean state area that you were surprised by.

“Y/N!” Scarlett sees you and smiled optimistically. You watch as she placed a box on the floor and walked towards you, kissing you on the cheek that made you tremble quite a bit.

“I–”

“Sorry, it’s a habit. But, if you don’t want me to do that anymore then I understand,” She said but with a disappointment hidden in her tone. “What brings you here, love?”

You coughed as you showed a document file onto your hand. Scarlett’s eyes suddenly turn into a depressing look as she knows what that file is. She gulped and tightened her throat, looking back at you.

“Um, here,” You reached it out to her and it took a minute until she held the document, placing it on a circular glass table. “And here’s a pen if you’d like–”

“I can’t sign this.”

Oh, here we go. “W–What?” You stuttered and crossed your arms.

“Y/N, I’m not fucking signing this.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t lose you!” She raised her voice and let out a ‘tsk’, turning around so she can see you with slight anger. This was going to be a lot more difficult than you thought it was.

#scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson angst #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #scarlett johansson #natasha angst #marvel #wlw blog #smut #rwylmstory #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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The Story of You

Well here it is! The very much awaited Part 5! This chapter gives us an insight on what happened between H and Y/N...

Come talk to me about the story! Let me know also if you have any ideas you would want me to incorporate or to be added to the tag list!

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

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Part 5: Changes

June 17, 2021: Week Fifteen

New York City, New York. 12:00 Pm

I had just walked out from my appointment, Betty said everything was going well and I got to hear little one’s heartbeat which was a wonder on its own. I was hungry so I made my way to the nearest café.

As I was waiting in line to order I decided to text Harry and let him know how everything went, after sending the text I was looking at the menu when I heard someone call my name, I turned around and saw that Jason, Olivia’s ex was standing behind me.

“Hi, how are you?”, “Jason hi! I’m well, how about you?”, we hugged each other and moved along with the line “I am good, how about you?”, “Everything is going well, by the way, Season 2? True masterpiece”, he laughed.

We arrived at the cashier and even before I could order he asked me “Hey, how about we order and stay to eat? My treat”, “Uhm how about if we order and I invite you home?”, he nodded and gave me a look, he understood where we both are.

After about 15 minutes we got home and we sat on the table to eat, “So, I saw your picture… I guess congratulations are in order?”, I smiled a little “Thank you, I am so excited, still feels so surreal tho”, “I know the feeling, didn’t feel real when we had Otis and Daisy until I saw the bump and I met them”

“I am hoping to have a bump soon, I just look bloated every time”, “When you least expect it, believe me”, we finished eating and we moved to the couch with some coffee, “So, how have you been?”, “It’s been hard, I am not going to lie, but I am trying to focus on the kids and that they are ok”.

I reached out and squeezed his arm, it was my way of saying I understood what he felt. I still remember the day I met Jason, I had been visiting Harry on set and he was there too with both kids, we bonded over the best bagel spots on New York and how we could have some double dates to try them. Well, joke’s on us because there are dates, just not how we expected.

“I talked to her, the other day”, “You know you didn’t have to, right?”, “I know, but she deserved it, because although I am glad it happened, I know it shouldn’t have”, “And that’s why everyone always says that you have the purest soul”.

We talked for about an hour, he decided to leave, “Hey, before I leave, I wanted to ask you something”, “Sure, shoot away”, “I wanted to know if it is okay with you if I tell Olivia that we met? I really don’t want any misunderstanding”, “Oh, uhm, yes, sure”, he gave me another hug and he left.

June 19, 2021: Week Fifteen

Harry. London, England. 9:00 Pm

I closed the door and sighed. It was a long day of filming and the only thought in my head was getting in the shower and eating some takeout. As I was unpacking my bag for the day, I heard my phone ring with a new text.

From Olivia Wilde (9:17 PM): Hi, are you free? Missed you today, how about a dinner/lunch date?

To Olivia Wilde (9:20 PM): Hey, yeah, it’s okay, give me twenty.

After a quick shower and unpacking the food I ordered, I set my laptop on the living room and called her. After a few rings she answered, she was sitting in her room, she had a salad from my favorite place back in Los Angeles.

“Hey, you, I’ve missed you, long day? Thank you for the flowers”, she was smiling, “Hey love, how are you? It was a long day, excited to wrap filming before moving it to Italy, I am glad you liked them”, “Oh how lovely, I miss Italy”, we talked a little about everything, but I could see there was something bothering her.

“Hey, are you ok?”, “Y/N and I spoke the other day, I was surprised she reached out”, “Oh, really? I didn’t know”, “Have you spoken to her lately?”, “Just through text, had an appointment and said everything was fine, why?”, “Well, Jason met her the other day, they had lunch together”

I don’t know why but it made me feel jealous, “Huh, did anything interesting happen?”, “He said they talked about the baby and the kids, but nothing else”, “Good to know”, “Why are you being weird about it?”, “I’m not, why would you say that”, “Harry, look at your body language, they had lunch, nothing else”, “Well that’s fine by me”, “Is it?”

“It is, they became friends during filming, they met and had lunch, so what is there to not be fine?”, “The fact that you look like they announced their relationship and that he will be the baby daddy Harry”, “That’s not true and you know it”

“Do I? Harry, they had lunch and that’s it, you seem so jealous”, “I am not, why would you say that?”, “Because that it what I am seeing Harry!” we both sighed, “Listen, I am sorry if I made it seem that way, but I swear everything is fine”

“And yet I feel like you’re lying to me Harry”, just before I could talk, she hung up, I shut my laptop and pulled a hand down my face. She was right I was jealous, and I didn’t know why. I picked up everything and decided to head to bed. I laid in bed, but sleep wasn’t coming.

I was turning on my bed and when I looked at the clock and saw it was already 15 past 2, I went and made myself a tea and returned to bed. I missed Olivia and I missed Y/N and I hated feeling like this. After finishing my tea.

Harry. Los Angeles, California. 11:45 Pm

November 27, 2020.

I closed the door and dropped my keys on the dish by the door. After I removed my jacket and boots, I realized that the house was too quiet for my liking. I entered the kitchen I grabbed a glass of water and I noticed that the island had some bags of snacks there, I frowned.

I then realized that there was an herbal and savory smell in the air, and I followed it to the oven, where I found nothing but when I opened the fridge and saw a Tupperware with lasagna and a bottle of white wine.

As I was walking down the hall to the stairs something caught my eye in the living room. There was a table set with candles and two plates, along with some fairy lights which were now turned off, I didn’t understand anything, and I frowned.

I was walking up the stairs and I could hear her sweet voice behind the close door, but there was something off of it. “Honey, please don’t cry”, “I won’t, I promise, I’m just a little bit sad Dee”, “You should tell him, it’s the third time this has happened in the last month”, third time? What was Dee talking about?

“Dee he’s been busy, they’re filming the scenes they had to stop due to the Covid case”, “So? He isn’t filming all day, is he?”, “I know Dee, I know”, I could hear her voice and sniffles, as I was about to go in, I heard Dee speak again.

“Honey, just please, talk to him and let him know how you feel okay? Your feelings are valid”, “I know, I love you, talk to you soon”, I heard the FaceTime call drop and her laptop close, I gave it a few seconds before I opened the door.

“Hi sweetheart, how are you, my love?”, she was cleaning her under eyes, and she gave me a big smile, it made my heart feel small, “Hi babylove, I’ve missed you, how was your day?”, “It was okay, long but very productive”, “I am glad, have you eaten? I could make you a sandwich?”

I could hear her voice coming into the bathroom where I was changing and doing my facial routine, “Thank you lovie, we got some dinner after we finished recording”, “Oh, that’s nice”, “Lovie? Are you okay?”, “Yeah, I’m okay, I’ll meet you in bed”

We played a movie and I drifted to sleep, I opened my eyes when I heard her sniffles, the clock said it was a quarter past 1, “Lovie, what’s wrong?”, “Sorry I woke you, I’m okay, go back to sleep”, I felt her kiss my head and hug my back. We slowly drifted to sleep.

I woke up sweating and with my heart racing, I still remember that night, and until this day I feel guilty that I didn’t address the situation.

June 21, 2021: Week Fifteen

New York City, New York. 12:40 Pm

I had just finished preparing my lunch when my phone rang, I grabbed it and saw it was Sarah, “Hey momma, how are you?”, “Hi lovely! We are okay, how about you? How is the belly?”, “Still missing, but we hope it will make its appearance soon, speaking of, I wanna see the bubby”, Sarah laughed before telling me we should switch to FaceTime.

I answered and as Sarah appeared on the screen, I could see she was sitting on her hammock, “Oh Sarah you’re glowing!”, “You are the sweetest, I know I look like a zombie”, “Man if this is looking ‘like a zombie’, I don’t wanna know what the worst is”, we laughed and started to catch up.

After a few minutes Mitch appeared on the screen holding the baby, “Miss Y/L/N what a joy to see you”, “Mister Papa Rowland the pleasure is all mine”, “I just wanted to say hello and had to drop a little someone who’s due to a feed”, “I am happy to see you, take care Mitch”

Sarah stood up a little and set baby boy to feed, and then sat down, “Y/N, is everything okay?”, I could feel my eyes water, “My parents have decided that they can’t deal with my pregnancy and to never contact them again”, everything went quiet for a few moments, the only thing that could be heard was baby boy’s sounds while he ate.

“Oh honey, I don’t know what to say”, “It’s okay, I mean the situation is not okay, but I will be”, “You know that we love you right? And we will always be your family”, “I know, but it still hurts, and it just adds to the anxiety I already have”, “You know I will always listen right? Talk to me”

“How do you know you’re making all the right choices? I have been researching and reading everything and I feel so overwhelmed, I am shit scared of making the wrong choice, and the whole Harry situation is killing me”

“Oh honey, I felt and still feel the same way as you describe, it means you care, and let me tell you something: you will never have all the answers, and when you feel like you have the answer you will most likely need to look for a new one, but that is normal”

“As for Harry, you two need to sit down and talk, you still have time but if it is giving you su much anxiety you should talk soon, because your peace of mind is the most important thing here”, baby boy had finished eating and Sarah turned to burp him.

“Oh hi baby boy, you are growing up too fast”, “Say hi auntie Y/N, we can`t wait to see you and my cousin”, we talked for a while and then we said goodbye before hanging the phone.

June 26, 2021: Week Sixteen

New York City, New York. 7:00 Am

I’m hot. Sweating like a pig and wanting to cry hot. Damn hormones, damn me deciding to live in New York, damn you Harry Styles for getting me pregnant during the summer months. I tried to roll around and find a cold spot on my bed but couldn’t find one, so I decided to get out of bed.

I changed myself and just as I was leaving the bathroom, I notice something on my peripheral vision, my belly had popped! Today I actually looked pregnant and not like I had eaten a very big meal, I placed my hands on my belly and the tears started falling (darn hormones).

I went into my room to get my polaroid camera and took a photo of the belly, after it developed, I wrote down June 26, 2021: the day my belly popped. I took two pictures with my phone and decided to text one to Harry.

After that, I decided to go shopping for some baby stuff, it started to feel real and I was more motivated than ever to get some things, and maybe some frozen lemonade, to make sure that this heat did not kill me.

June 26, 2021: Week Sixteen

Harry. Cheshire, England. 7:00 Pm

I had been thinking of a way to better up my relationship with Olivia, and I came up with a grand idea, so here I am waiting for her to answer my call. When she did, she didn’t look as happy as I thought she would to see me.

“Hey love, how are you?”, “Hi Harry, I am doing well, how’s your mom and sister?”, “They are well, we are enjoying these few days before I leave”, “That’s good, how long will you be there?”, “Well, it will be like three weeks filming and I was thinking, you could maybe come for a few weeks?”

Her eyes lit up and she smiled, “Oh H I would love that! But are you sure? What about Y/N?”, “What about her?”, “I mean, I suppose you would want to be near her and the baby?”, she was right, I wanted to be near her but I know that Olivia and I needed this, “Everything will be okay, we are always in contact, but Liv, you and I deserve this and our relationship is also important to me and you know it”

“Okay H let’s do this, I will get things with the kids ready with Jason”, “I’ll send you the details honey, I love you, we’ll talk tomorrow”, “I love you too, can’t wait to see you”, we hung up and I saw that I had a text message from Y/N, it had a picture attached.

From Y/N <3 (18:45 PM): Someone decided to say hello…

I felt my heart start beating faster, I couldn’t believe it, there it was, the proof that I was about to become a father. Mitch was right, this is so surreal.

To Y/N <3 (20:45 PM): Oh my God, hello baby; this feels so surreal I can’t believe it. I can’t wait to meet him or her.

From Y/N <3 (20:50 PM): They cannot wait either Harry.

To Y/N <3 (21:00 PM): I’ll be back next week for the appointments, will have to do a little bit of quarantine and I’ll test before I see you.

From Y/N <3 (20:50 PM): Thank you, Harry, we’ll see you next week.

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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

“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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Lost Time // Luke Patterson

Summary: Things changed since Sunset Curve fell apart literally as three out of four members died before a gig. Leaving a sad girl behind Luke by chance runs into the reader with someone else. Death tore the couple apart, and time can’t fix this.

Warning: Talk of death, depression, angst and fluff

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*For the sake of the story the time frame has been altered, it takes place in the mid-2000s. Also! I tried to make the reader as generalized as I could to make sure that everyone can relate. The reader is Alex’s sister, for inclusion that can be biological, adopted, half or stepsiblings. I want to make sure all people can be the reader.

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The 1990s was definitely some of the best years of your life watching your brother grow more comfortable in his identity. Alex had kept his sexuality secret, taking the frustration of the secret by learning how to play the drums. You would often be found curled on the chair listening to his growing talent; Alex was a great brother.

Alex found friends in three local boys Reggie, Bobby and Luke, even a little more than friends with Luke briefly. By 1991 the boys had formed a band Sunset Curve with each other and a loyal fan in you. By mid-1994 the band had a fanbase and some gigs, but playing The Orpheum was the goal.

Luke had admitted to Alex, he had feelings for you, and with a lot of encouragement from Alex, he approached you. Luke had been focused on music since his parents gave him his first guitar, so relationships weren’t even on the backburner.

“Hey.” Luke spoke, pressing a kiss to your cheek backstage, “Missed you.”

His hair tickled your skin, bringing a bright smile from the teenage boy and a deep blush from you, private time wasn’t as often as it once had been. After Luke’s fallout with his parents a few months back, he had couch surfed between Reggie and Alex’s rooms; he wasn’t allowed in yours.

“You saw me last night.”

“A monumental time.” Luke bent his bend to place a lingering kiss on your bare shoulder, his jacket having fallen down, “Three years together and a bright future ahead.”

Last night had been the third anniversary of your relationship and hopefully the previous night worrying on parents walking in, cheap dates Luke often felt guilty about. Luke knew in his bones playing The Orpheum tonight would open the door to a legendary future. A future where money wasn’t tight and he could you on dates he deemed acceptable for the love of his life.

Bobby voiced brought Sunset Curve’s lead singer back to that moment, you dropped from the stage to settle in the empty audience to watch the soundcheck. With a wink from Alex, he started making the beat to Now or Never, you beamed as they poured their souls into the song. The four were talented and made to be in a band together even if you didn’t really like Bobby.

Cringing at the awkward wink Bobby sent you turned on your converse to head to the bar for a glass of water. Thanking the bartender, you tuned out the conversation with the waitress and the band only jumping when arms wrapped around your waist.

“We’re getting street dogs.” Luke spoke, bringing your body to rest on his chest, “Do you want one?”

The thought of those street dogs honestly horrifying given they were cooked in some random guys car. The one time you tried, it had permanently tattooed the taste in your memories forever, and just remembering was vomit-inducing.

“I’ll pass.” You wrinkled your nose, turning to wrap your arms around his neck, “I don’t know how you guys like those.”

“Tradition.” Luke shrugged caressing your cheekbone with the pad of this thumb. Gazing at features he wanted to wake up to for the rest of his life, “Still down with the plan?”

“The minute I’m eighteen, we go to the nearest chapel.” You grinned playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I’ll be waiting Rockstar.”

Luke pressed a long passionate kiss on your lips, pulling away to jog over to Alex and Reggie waiting at the door. Bobby having declined the street dog invitation to flirt with the waitress Rose. Alex waved before the door closed. Little did you know that would be the last time you saw them alive.

1995 was the worst year of your life. 1996 was the hardest, especially with the forever reminder of your love. You wouldn’t trade 1996 for the world however, only wishing for one change.

Los Angeles, 2004

Alex, Reggie and Luke had learnt a mere few days away from that life had drastically changed forever. Firstly, the three boys had died from eating the street dogs mere hours before performing on the stage of The Orpheum. Secondly, it was no longer 1995 but instead nearly ten years had past bringing the three ghosts into 2004.

The most jarring wasn’t being able to be heard playing music with a random girl named Julie but that the most constant part of the band no longer was there. You hadn’t died that night, and Alex was pretty sure you were still alive. Luke felt lost waking up without you beside him and the deep regret of not reconciling with his parents.

It would be a week before Luke would swallow his pride enough to orb himself into his unchanged childhood home. Emily, Luke’s mom, was in the well-worn chair knitting a scarf Luke recognized as his favourite colours. Mitch was in the kitchen, putting the groceries away. It was heartbreaking being invisible to his aged parents.

“Hey, Mom.” Luke sniffled sitting on the couch nearby staring at his silent mother, “Sorry for not visiting sooner.”

Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes feeling hopeless, not being able to ease his parents’ pain, the regret and guilt bubbling to the surface.

“How is Y/N? I bet she’s living in New York of London now. We promised to travel the world together. Part of me is guilty of wishing she had eaten a street dog that night so we could be together.” Luke sobbed, wrapping his arms around his midsection reminiscing on the beautiful girl he had unwillingly left.

“Hey.” Mitch spoke, kissing his wife’s forehead. Her eyes closing in contentment.

“I wonder if you know where Reg and Alex’s parents are. Reggie’s neighbourhood was torn down who knows when. It makes me scared to see if Alex and Y/N’s parents still have their place. I don’t think so. They lost their son.”

“Hey Luke.”

Luke glanced over his shoulder to see Alex at the door, reluctant to impose of Luke’s privacy.

“Yeah.”

“We’re rehearsing.” Alex spoke, smiling as the other teenager took one more wistful look at his parents before orbing out of his house to the Molina family’s garage. Minutes later, the front door opening and feet thudding brought the noise to the Patterson home.

“Grandma!”

A four-foot blue of green and black blur covered the room in seconds nearly sprawling Mitch to the floor. Why was that 1996 year difficult? Well, ’95 was when Sunset Curve tragically died, and a stick changed your life. ’96 was spent going through the last five months of pregnancy without Luke.

October 1995

You kept your lips pressed tightly together, unable to look at the smooth, shiny mahogany rectangle surrounded by flowers. Looking up meant the reality kicking in. Funerals sucked. Especially the third funeral in the last handful of days. It was surreal thinking that one week ago you had kissed your boyfriend and hugged your brother and now they were dead. Gone. Not even a goodbye.

“Are you okay?” The broke voice asked, gaining your attention. Swollen red eyes matching yours held unimaginable pain. While the last few months had been icy with your parents, it didn’t mean losing one of their kids didn’t sting.

“I will be.” You whispered clasping your hands over the scratchy black velvet dress, one you had worn three times too many.

The sobs broke out seeing the best picture Alex had taken in his life, it encapsulated his best features; his beaming smile and kind, caring eyes. Alex was gone. Your brother was gone because he ate a bad hot dog with his friends. You would never see your boys again. Never feel Luke’s skin or share a laugh with Alex or complain about things with Reggie. You wouldn’t get to meet in the chapel with Luke wearing second hand ‘fancy’ clothing. In one night, your life changed.

It changed further seeing the two lines on the test later that night. The heartache growing. The baby you carried would never meet his uncles and his Dad. Would never hear them play or learn to play. ’95 and ’96 sucked ass.

You sighed, closing the door to follow the rambunctious ball of energy into the living room where he entertained Mitch and Emily. Some days it was difficult to stare into the green eyes he inherited from his father.

“Benjamin Lucas.” You spoke crossing your arms, meeting the gaze of the eight-year-old boy, “What did I say?”

“To not runoff.” Ben quietly replied, playing with his hands. His messy brown hair, in need of a trim, falling into his eyes, “Sorry Mom.”

“Please don’t do it again.” You gently told the little boy elated as he quickly found the toy box in the corner of the room.

Ben was loved deeply by Mitch and Emily, who had stepped up when your parents made the decision to sell your childhood home. Wanting Ben to know his paternal grandparents, you had struggled to find an apartment and job to say in the neighbourhood. Since the baby was the last part of their son, the Patterson parents’ had welcomed you into the home where you stayed until Ben was two.

“Do you want us to come around for Luke’s birthday?” You questioned sitting on the love seat, the same love seat you had made out on with Luke many times during movies.

The room turned sad at the question and reminded that for the ninth year, you would celebrate Luke’s birthday without him. A day where Ben wouldn’t fully understand. Emily simply nodded her head.

“Have you met anyone?” Mitch asked, leaning over to clasp his hands together. For the last few years, they had been pushing you to date. They wanted your happiness and for Ben to have a father even if Luke couldn’t be it.

“Mama can we stay here tonight?” Ben’s innocent voice cut the tension, saving you from answering the question again. Mitch and Emily each nodded their heads at the question, unable to tell the young boy no.

“Have you ate?” Emily asked, turning to look at you in concern. The chuckle left your mouth at the question she frequently requested, she missed cooking for more than two.

“We had pasta before we came.” You replied, turning to gaze out the window to the dark sky, “I should put Ben to bed.”

The soft whine from your son and denial was a nightly routine and very much a mirror image to Luke’s character as well. With a smile, Emily held out her hand to her grandchild, she was notoriously the only one able to get Ben to sleep fast.

“Come on Bug.”

It seemed the universe was keeping Luke from seeing you and discovering Ben, but when that night came, he was shocked. Emily was curled up on the patio couch, watching Ben in the newly bought sandbox. The patio doors opened. Inside, Mitch had invited a stranger who knew his son into the house.

“I think I heard the doorbell. I’ll be right back.” Emily called out to you. You had found shade under the tree reading a new book.

The soft cry had you up and running to Ben before you even realized, on his knee was a bleeding wound. You had already scooped the boy into your arms to quickly get into the kitchen. The moment your foot stepped into the home, the sound of a familiar voice and song filled the house.

Gently placing Ben on his feet, you followed the sound to the living room. Across the room behind a young girl stood a boy.

“Luke.” You breathed floored at the sight of the teenager who looked exactly like he did back in ’95. The ghost singing widened his eyes at yours, taking in the mature features and change of fashion.

He continued to sing the song Unsaid Emily he had written as an apology to his mom following the last big fight. The song he never got to show her. His voice faded as the ending of the song came around.

“Mama!” Your attention broke from Luke’s when a tiny hand reached for yours. The pain in his voice bringing you back to the most important part of your life, “It hurts Mama.”

Despite being sad, Mitch was the one to cross the room to lift the little boy into his arms. Placing the little boy on the counter, the man gently wet a paper towel to wash the area.

“I think he needs stitches.” Mitch sighed, furrowing his brows.

“Who is that?” Luke asked the Molina girl. The girl shrugged taking in the features she could recognize. Julie asked Emily.

“That’s Ben.” Emily beamed, looking over her shoulder at the little boy that filled the void of Luke’s death. It didn’t fix the wound or erase the pain, but Ben’s existence helped with the loss as he was a precious gift, “When Luke passed away his girlfriend Y/N found out she was pregnant with Luke’s baby.”

The choked sob fell from Luke’s mouth echoed by the thud of his knees, hitting the floor in the pure shock. The heartbreak painted so clear Julie was sure she could feel Luke’s agony.

God, why did Luke have to eat that fucking street dog. Fuck his band dreams. Nothing hurt as bad as finding out about Ben and Y/N having to be a single parent.

“I have a son?” Luke cried, orbing himself as far as he could from the Patterson home and his most tremendous loss.

Part Two

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kth | wolfgirl (m.)

Words: 10k Genre: twlight!au, it’s new moon but taetae as jacob, ur bella but you have a personality :o, oh also smut and a little angst Warnings: no protection and no fcks given, language ig?, descriptive seggs lol, vampires and all that bs if that triggers sum of yall, oral (f receiving), tae is younger than u and kind of a sub (dom tae is overdone we need change in this country) i cant think no more no thots hed mt Rating: 18+ Song: Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth Summary: During your stay at your Aunt's house in the wet town of Forks, you never thought the boys next door will change your perspective in how you see the world.

The weather in Washington was something you’re not used to. You can never go places without getting mud on your shoes and it takes more than your patience to clean them every time before going out. Sure, it was great to experience a different weather other than the blazing sun in Los Angeles, but it was hard to adjust. You weren’t ready for it with all the sleeveless and loose tops you brought from Los Angeles.

After months of debating with your mom, you decided it would be a great way to spend your summer vacation turning your camera focus into something more dark and cloudy. Your professor had also suggested that it would look good in your portfolio if you try different moods in photos other than the hot weather in Angeles. So, you thought about it for months before asking your mom to buy you tickets to see your Aunt Sylvia who you're currently living with for the meantime.

She was in her mid-thirties, but she looked younger than her real age. She knew how to groom and with the way she looks, she probably had that life during her high school days. You rarely see her though, you can remember all the conversations you both had. She leaves home early for her duty at the police station as an attending desk officer. Her place wasn't big, an average suburban house painted in cold tones of white and gray with dark furniture inside. It's not your typical definition of cozy. Good thing you brought your two sweaters — one with a Christmas tree embroidered on it and one with the phrase "'tis the season!" Wearing a sweater in Los Angeles only means one thing, and that is the season of giving. But who cares, it's not like anyone was going to notice, right?

About to finish the second cup of black tea, an idea pops into your mind about what Sylvia had said about the landscapes nearby the house. However, she had warned you about the risks of a few wild coyote appearances, but one could call you a junkie. There’s no fun in danger, but dangerous does rhyme with adventurous.

A cool whip of breeze enters the thin fabric of your sweater, immediately regretting stepping out of the doorstep after locking the door. As you are approaching the back of the house to enter the woods, young laughters echo through the area, lessening your fear for a bit. It must be safe if a group of teenagers are hanging out in such a secluded forest.

Unbothered by the noises, whether they were from teenagers or not, you make your way further into the woods of coppery branches on the endless verdant ground with subtle eau de nils. It’s like walking into a surreal three-dimensional render of a forest, too perfect to be right in front of your eyes.

It was quiet and serene in the woods. Aside from birds chirping, it felt like out of this world. It was an alien planet. Everything was green — the moss surrounding the place, every tree had some sort of fungi beneath it, the soil dark brown as if staring right into the earth’s eyes. The very healthy kind of earthy, and it was easier to breathe in the forest than it was in the city of Los Angeles. No wonder why they're both on the opposite sides of the country. They're literally poles apart. Being at Forks, it's as if you were able to be in a different country. It was secluded, unlike in Angeles, there are people in every place you go.

While changing the film of the camera, a strong gust of wind on your left side. So strong that your body stumbled onto the ground. You were on your knees, camera shattered as it hits a hard medium-sized rock. You break a couple of curses to the wind.

The camera looked hopeless with lenses separated from it, lying in pieces against a rock.

"What the hell was that?"

There had to be some kind of a fast animal that ran from your side, which quickens your pulse, but the devastation you felt for the camera overthrew that fear. When you caught a glimpse of the 'wind,' it was human-like. It ran around in every direction surrounding you, freezing you into place. The only thing you were able to do was to keep watching the human-like creature run in circles like lightning. You tried standing up, but it approached you in a rapid current that you fell into place again. But you couldn't see it, you weren't able to look into its eyes.

"You shouldn't be out here alone,” behind you says.

You whimper, embarrassed when the deep voice sends hums into your nerves..

"Why didn't you run?" He looks at you with knitted brows as he approaches to help you get on your feet. He’s far too attractive to be a wild coyote, you slap that stupid thought away.

"I... I didn't know what to do,” you force out, still affected by the broken camera and creeping fear.

He was around four inches taller than you. He looked about your age. Dark thick hair, with light brown irides inside his almond-shaped eyes. His skin was of a rich walnut tan, and his dark green hoodie complements that.

"You must be Sylvia's niece. I'm Taehyung,” he said in a sultry manner as he offered a hand for a handshake.

"How do you kno-"

"She told us. My family's close with Sylvia. Our mothers used to be best friends, y/n." He puts his hand back in the pocket of his hoodie.

A tinge of embarrassment brushes through your cheeks, feeling guilty that you didn't give him a handshake. But all of that is ignored when he smiles.

"Did I creep you out?"

You chuckle softly. "No, of course not. I'm just still in the moment... of processing." You ease him, as if you were able to read the tension in his undecipherable eyes.

There was a few seconds of silence before Taehyung spoke again when he noticed your camera on the ground.

"Hey, we have a technician at home, maybe he has some tools he could help you with."

He was absolutely gorgeous. You find yourself lost in his face, studying his features and every little action he does. He would look so good as a muse. If only you could capture him right now, he'd be perfect under the clouds that create shadows that contour his cheeks and makes his eyes even more mysterious.

"Don't worry, you can trust me. Sylvia knows where I live,” he adds.

Though that doesn't really solve the problem, you find yourself walking with Taehyung in the woods, drifting away from the devastation and fear from earlier.

The laughters were from them. The laughs you heard earlier before entering the woods were from Taehyung's friends. They confirmed that they were walking around the woods earlier and that they passed by your house. All looking friendly with similar doe eyes, almost like they were relatives. They were all in a circle, all of them sitting on a chunk of thick logs, dressed in a similar way. The men were younger than you, but there is a girl who's older than you. She didn't seem as friendly as the others as you notice the judging glances towards your way. She had shoulder length of hair and she was just as tan as Taehyung. Taehyung discussed each of them one by one to you, all of them introducing themselves in an endearing manner except for her. Only saying her name was Leah and that was it, which made you feel an ounce of intimidation.

"So, y/n, how long do you plan to stay?" Embry, the one with the shortest hair, asks as he plays with the two twigs he'd been digging up dirt with the moment you arrived. His color was a tad bit darker than the others. He had a grin that could steal every girl's heart. He was gorgeous. They were all just as gorgeous as Taehyung.

"Oh, one month. I have a college application to fix back home,” you answered surely. You were only here to take photos for your college portfolio, and making friends was out of the picture until today.

"Sucks for Tae, I had a feeling you could be more than a willing candidate to be his girlfriend." Everybody laughed except for you and Tae who exchanged awkward glances at each other.

"Stop it, Bry." Taehyung wanted to laugh along but embarrassment got the best of him.

"She looks so out of place. You probably party a lot in Los Angeles, don't you?" Leah gives you a stern look, seriously waiting for your response. She only wants to get a reaction from you and you weren’t the only one to get the feeling as the group feels the rising tension between the both of you.

"No, I don't go to parties. Mom is very strict." You tell her. You didn't want the group to feel that you were intimidated, after all, you wanted to befriend everyone.

"She'd be perfect for our overnight tomorrow then." She prickly grins.

"Right! Want to join us in La Push? It's the nearest beach out here. We'll have bonfires and such," Seth, the youngest one with the tiniest body (still bigger than yours), expresses in excitement. Out of all of them, Seth was the friendliest.

"I'll go talk to Sylvia for you, if you want." Taehyung raises his brows. He had been laughing quietly ever since he had brought you to meet his friends - which seems like he regrets, additionally. He was more mysterious than you thought. He didn't share much of his life during the discussion, only three things: his last name was Kim, he’s 20 years old, and he lives at the rez along with the rest of the team.

"Sure. I'll just bring my other camera." You smiled.

Taehyung said that he'll get Chase, a friend of his who wasn’t part of the circle, to fix the broken film camera. He assured that it will only be a matter of three days before the camera is all yours again. After a few more useless fun discussions, you had forgotten that the sun had settled for a while. When Taehyung realizes your face of worry, he offers to give you a ride home. Great, a ride with the wild coyote who had immediately earned your trust by rising a brow. You wouldn’t be so shocked if you end up ‘missing’ in the news in the next hours.

He owned a Chevy pick up truck. It was red, but faded, making it seem vermillion in color. It had a few dents and you were sure that it wasn't one of the smoothest rides you've ever had. But Taehyung made a few jokes about how he feels uneasy with the truck as well, only to reveal that it has been with him ever since his birth.

"It's great. Very retro." You gave him a smile to let him know that he doesn't need to feel embarrassed with his truck.

"Shut up, Y/N. I know it sucks, okay. I can't even play a single song here without a static." He laughs and you admit it.

He gave a charming wave to your window and had a small chat with Sylvia, who’s been home for hours, before leaving, probably about the La Push trip for tomorrow. Once you've changed into your pyjamas, Sylvia knocks on your door as you are about to settle in bed.

"Tae told me about the La Push camping tomorrow,” she began.

"Are you gonna let me?"

She smiles in an assuring way. You can't deny how lovely she looked with her hair down, her waves framing her heart-shaped face. "Of course, honey. You better wake up early tomorrow. Tae told me that he'll pick you up by seven." She winks and rubs your shoulder before heading downstairs.

A beach trip in a cloudy town without bringing any hoodies with you? Sounds about perfect, if you’re looking for a hypothermia attack. And you were never a morning person either so it’s a big mystery why you even agreed to go in the first place. The waking time in Los Angeles was ten in the morning. In Forks, it was seven.

When Taehyung arrived, he was wearing a black shirt and a black leather jacket, pairing it with slightly oversized pants. He looked bigger than yesterday, maybe it was the jacket that made him look buff. He waved softly before you even stepped out of the doorway. He was carrying a medium-sized paper bag with small wet stains.

"My sister made us breakfast. Just in case you didn't have enough time to prepare," he opens the car door for you and waved to Sylvia goodbye, "thought you'd take more time because you probably wake up late in the city."

“I’m somehow a little offended with that assumption,” you cooed and he replied with a stammering laugh, unsure whether to take it as a joke or not.

He fumbled with the stereo and it played better than yesterday, giving you a sloppy smile as the first chords of Creep by Radiohead plays.

"You fixed it?" You take a bite from the sandwich his sister prepared. You thank God his sister prepared it for you, your stomach would be growling by now.

"Yeah. I just didn't want us to have that awkward silence along the way." He breathily laughs.

Everything Taehyung has is beautiful. He had an amazing laugh, a deep sultry voice, and doe eyes. He's simply astonishing. You were sure that everyone he has met so far had fallen in love with him. You weren't one to deny that either.

It took around fifteen songs before the both of you arrived at the beach — thanks to Taehyung's amazing playlist. It was quiet, the weather didn't change much in the place. Still cold and dark, untouched by a glimpse of sunrise. It was windier than the rest of Forks, and you wore your Christmas sweater to at least help with the cold a bit.

It was weird to say, but Taehyung radiated heat whenever you were near him. It's like when you're not around Taehyung, you feel the coldness of Forks. His truck didn't even feel cold though his air conditioning was on, you just felt a sense of unfamiliar comfortable heat you found yourself curling in your seat minutes ago. The group welcomed the both of you except for Leah of course. Sooner or later, you knew you'd start to hate her.

"You guys are early,” you tell Embry and Paul as they greet you with warm hugs.

"Of course, we are. It's La Push, baby." Embry gives you a wink and you blush.

"Okay, Bry, I haven't had my breakfast and you're already winking." Paul fake puked and the rest of the group laughs.

They started setting up tents as Taehyung offered to take your bag when he noticed how it's weighing you down. Before he could put it in the tent, you took your digital camera and started roaming around by yourself to take pictures of the view. Astounding as you had expected. It's like you were in the middle of nowhere. Only Taehyung's friends were at the beach which was a lucky shot for you and the group.

"Set up the fire, Tae! We're having breakfast." Leah yells across the place as she places the logs in the middle of the circle the tents are built in.

Taehyung sighs loudly. "Get ready for the Quileute Tribe stories."

"You seem tired of it, you joked.

While Taehyung builds a fire with the rest of the boys, you secretly take pictures of him busy as the both of you keep talking.

"It's always the story every camping day. The Quileute Legends, you know? The scary stuff."

You knit your brows when the word ‘scary’ comes into play, bringing your camera down to take a better look at the almost sweaty Taehyung.

"Scary stuff? How scary? Thrill me." You weren't aware as to how much Taehyung also studies your features. He wanted to know you better, but he was afraid of scaring you away by asking too many questions. It had always been his issue, scaring people away from him. And this time, he didn't want to let you in like the others, he just wanted to be acquaintances. But the more he spends time with you, the more he wants to be near you as if there were magnets pulling you together.

"I don't know what would thrill you, y/n. But the world is darker than you think, it's not always safe." He gives you a look. It was impossible. You were five feet away from him, but you could almost see your reflection in his eyes. It was too comforting. You were devoured by his eyes, falling steadily into his charms.

"I know. It's just as scary in L.A., I mean," you gulped, "crime is everywhere. Can't really stop it." You explained.

"It's not always crime that's scary, y/n. I'm talking unexplainable things." He smirks.

"Like paranormal?" You gaze away from him, starting to take pictures of the beach. But no matter how hard you try to distract yourself from Taehyung, your eyes keep falling on him.

"More than paranormal. Ghosts are easier to believe in."

You inhaled sharply. "I mean those are just legends, right? What's with the obsession in the Qui-Quileute Tribe?" You struggled pronouncing the word.

"It's not me. It's a tradition." There was a moment of silence before you could think of what to say again.

"Delete my pictures by the way." He scoffed.

"I thought you didn't notice."

"I was posing."

You laugh at his joke, still certain you're never deleting any of his pictures, most definitely the one when he accidentally looked at the camera.

"You look sort of beautiful in the camera." Your lids flutter like a high school girl. “Not just in the camera, I mean… haha.”

He stares at you in confusion, and somehow you always find yourself frozen and embarrassed whenever he looks at you. "Sort of beautiful? You're more naive than I thought." He removes his jacket and throws it on the log nearby, revealing his buff body. You look away in discomfort, you didn't want to find yourself checking him out. "I'm not what you think I am. And I don't think you want to know."

"Maybe I do." You point the camera towards him and take a shot of his reaction. You wink.

The clouds hovering above the clamorous sea tell that there's probably rain coming, but it seems like the group wasn't bothered by it at all. You were sitting next to Taehyung two feet away from you on the logs nearby the fire that Seth had given up trying to help making after a couple of failed attempts. His heat never failed to linger around you though.

Sam was discussing the Quileute Legends and the group was very fascinated with the story, even though Taehyung had confirmed earlier that they've already heard the story too many times from their own families. Sam was good. He had a way in telling stories. You find yourself actually believing the legends. Werewolves and vampires? Shapeshifters and Children of the Moon? You weren't one to believe in such fantasies. You liked to watch historical movies more than fairytales, but with the way Sam elaborated every part of the legend, you can't deny the shiver that you felt when he discussed the cold ones.

Fast like lightning. Beautiful and alluring. Undead without a soul.

You thought it was ridiculous for Sam to even give out a warning about the cold ones. You were suppressing your laugh a little bit, and you were sure Leah already had her eyes on you. Why would Sam give out a warning about the cold ones? It's not like they were actually real. He also mentioned a treaty. And he sounded pretty serious about it too, even Taehyung was carefully listening. All of their eyes were on Sam, except for Leah.

Sam talked about a specific family of the cold ones, that they proposed a treaty. These cold ones are not allowed to hurt anybody from Forks, or else the mentioned werewolves are allowed to pose a fight with them. He talked about it like it was a plan.

It was afternoon and the clouds were still as thick as it was in the morning, but rays of sunlight shone through the gaps between the dark clouds. It looked ethereal, an aesthetic you'd only see in paintings. You thought those paintings are only manifestations of amplified emotions of the painter, but here you are, smiling to your camera as you take hundreds of shots.

"Save some memory for the other landscapes," Taehyung says beside you, throwing pebbles to the water, each bouncing impressively for three times.

"I know, I just can't get enough of this. You don't see that in L.A." You pointed your index finger towards the horizon of the sea.

"Yeah, but at least you can swim in LA. It's too cold out here to even go for a swim,” he emphasized.

"Not when you're around. It's weird, but I feel like you have a fever. You're too hot."

He raises his brows . "I know I'm hot," he chuckles.

"I didn't mean it like that,” you protest, though you know for a fact, Taehyung right. If he were to live in L.A., he'd be escorted many times by a modeling agency.

"So, I'm not hot?" You knew he was teasing and your embarrassment was obvious enough because of the blood rushing through your cheeks.

"You're attractive. I'm sure you know that." You roll your eyes, trying to keep everything casual — which is getting harder and harder every time he's around.

"No, I don't,” he teased. He was obviously getting pay back on you for taking candid shots of him earlier.

Your eyes landed on Sam and Emily play-fighting in the sea, just the sight of them being happy made you feel a bit of a heartache. You were a sucker for romance. The boys told you earlier that they were engaged for three months now. Leah was Sam's ex-girlfriend and Emily was Leah's ex-best friend. Finally putting the pieces together why Leah was one of the hardest to be with. She was extremely hurt and broken. She would rather shut the world out rather than let anybody in. She would rather be alone, than find anyone again who could possibly hurt her.

"Look," you poked Taehyung who was too busy throwing pebbles, "Sam and Emily are swimming. We should too!"

Though you were shivering, you bravely took off the mustard jacket that Taehyung had let you borrow. You were left with your thin brown tank top and denim shorts. He's still in his black shirt, unbothered to even take it off nor his jeans.

"What are you doing? Let's go." You tell him as you walk towards the sea.

This was a bad idea. It felt like ice was draping all over your body. How can Emily look like she's having fun when you're over here freezing just by stepping into the water? Half of your body was shivering from the wind, the lower half was for sure numb. You wanted to slap Taehyung for taking so long to get in with you, and you weren't even sure why you were so desperate for him to get in with you. It's not like he had a heater with him.

It took Taehyung a few more seconds before he started taking his shirt off, revealing his caramel skin, but it wasn't his color that caught your eyes, it was how built he is. His body looks like it was sculpted by the most talented and precise sculptor. It was defined, and shadows are doing magic in giving it silhouettes in the right areas. The best part about it was how shy he was taking off his clothes, like a teenager getting ready for his first swimming lesson.

He was for sure planning to swim today, revealing the gray trunks he’s wearing underneath his jeans. He needs a bigger one that fits him better, because the trunks he's wearing isn't doing him any justice.

Okay, no. Maybe it was justified by a subtle outline of his —

Don't even look down there, y/n, you tell yourself.

You didn't know where to focus. His thighs were just as eye-catching as his abs. Just as toned and thick. It would be such a material for thigh riding, you thought and you quickly shake your head at the idea. It has to be the waters that did this to you. Time has never been more relevant when he was walking towards your way, as he scoops water with his hands to wet his hair, while biting his bottom lip and giving you a small smile after.

"Freezing?" He smiles, eyes pierced on your small body. You were hugging yourself, embracing yourself from the fact that if you let go of your hands, you might touch something else.

"You were taking so long."

He chuckles before holding your arm, taking it off your body. "Come on, dip your whole body." He pulls you softly towards the ocean, the sound of walking through water comforting your ears.

He was a foot away from you, the water level was on his chest and so was yours, but slightly higher. He looked even more godly. His hair pushed back, and to see his face in its entirety was a blessing, a gift.

None of you dared to talk, and you thought it was better that way. You just get to stare at him, as the sunlight lands itself upon his bronze eyes with specks of gold if you would close enough, majestic indeed to see something like that once in your life. You'd wish to wake up to that every morning.

There was this comfortable silence between the two of you. Drops of water fall under his eyelashes, fluttering them as he struggles to stare back at you. The moment was ruined when he suddenly smiled and looked towards Embry and Paul. Embry was sitting next to Paul, staring at the both of you while laughing. You shrug, feeling invaded.

"Why? What is it?" you asked Taehyung.

"They're thinking ridiculously."

You furrow your forehead. "How do you know?" He tightens his hold around your arm as he keeps you steady near him, aware of you struggling to touch the floor.

"I just know," he softly plants circles on your arm with his thumb, "trust me."

"Maybe we shouldn't stand too close to each other then. I think they're making a big deal out of it." You didn't want to come off feisty, but you guessed it went that way for Taehyung as he moved away from you without letting you go.

"No, they're not. They're just teasing." When he said that, it was like he only said it to get near you, to assure you that it was okay to be close to him like that.

"Still cold?" he asked.

"Not so much anymore." You muttered. There were so many questions you wanted to ask Taehyung, but your voice isn't very trustworthy at the moment. You know it will betray you the moment you open your mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts? Why did you want to swim?" His voice was soft, calming as the ocean.

"I wanted to test how warm you can make me, even in freezing water."

He laughs breathily. "Seriously?"

You nod. He wanted to tell you a lot about himself, but like you, he was just as scared. Skinny dipping wasn't really your thing, especially in cold water, so after a few more moments of swimming and small talks with Taehyung, you let yourself dry by sitting next to the tent, keeping yourself busy by viewing all the pictures you took.

It was four in the afternoon, and the sun looked like it was already setting. Time was almost irrelevant at Forks, you wake up and the next thing you know, you're already getting ready for bed. Even though today was quite eventful, the clock still ticked quickly.

Feeling dry enough, you walked to the other side of the beach, Embry had mentioned that there was a cliff nearby along the woods. Though Taehyung was busy drying himself and laughing with the others, he glanced your way as you were heading towards the woods. You lifted your camera so he knew what your motive was, and he flashed a sly smile.

Trees. Cliffs. Birds.

The place could be a haven for the National Geographic Channel.

"I thought the pack wouldn't ever leave you alone like this." A deep voice spoke behind you, his english accent was thick and strong. You were sure that if you turn around, he’ll be ten feet away from you. You regret blinking your eyes, because the next thing you knew, he was right in front of you. His expression with so much thirst, so much hunger. For what?

You only inhaled sharply, first thing coming into your mind, confusion overpowering your nerves. You examined the man before you quickly. Olive skin, dark ruby eyes. His skin was inhumanly shiny, he almost looked dead, but in a mesmerizing type of way. He had dark purple circles, but his eyes were beautiful enough to distract you from it. He mirrored a cement under sunlight, he had fragments of diamonds and glitters on his skin. It wasn't your brain consuming you but his visual, his aura.

"Didn't bring your dog with you?" You weren't sure what he meant. He takes a step forward to lean into your ear, and your feet beg to stay, your eyes staring deeply in his beauty. You were too engaged, everything about him had you in place.

"You smell different from the others. Are you aware of that?" His breath touched your skin and there the exact opposite of heat seeping in your skin. “La tua cantante. I can hear your blood flowing through your veins. I can hear your heart. It's beautiful." He sniffs your neck as he hisses.

He wasn't human, and this time you were sure. He had danger lingering in his eyes, but it dressed so captivatingly beautiful, you found yourself lost.

"It won't hurt, I promise. It will be just a tiny bite, you won't even feel it."

There were words coming out of your mouth, you swore that. But nothing, your mouth still and close. It's sort of like he had power upon you, controlling and manipulating your body to be a mannequin.

"Shh, don't fight it. You won't win over me." His teeth were grazing on your neck, seeking for a soft spot. You were unsure of his nature, what could he be?

An alien from this alien planet? An experiment gone wrong that escaped from a lab, perhaps? Maybe a demon, or an angel. A greek god of some kind?

They were all terrifying.

At the corner of your eye appeared a shirtless Taehyung, but he didn't look like himself. He was red, smoke flaring around his body. His chest expanded by time, and when you felt a small sensation of sharpness on your neck, Taehyung jumped towards the man.

No, it can't be.

This isn't Taehyung. Taehyung was gone. Maybe you were imagining things, but you felt all of them happening in front of you. As the man got distracted, your senses came back, falling on your side from losing balance. You pushed yourself away from the two monsters, as you would describe it. This wolf was huge, enormous. Any man who would try to fight it will easily lose. It stands almost seven foot, three bears wide.

Without trying, the creature had already decapitated the man. You weren't sure how to feel — safe or worried — but you were sure that you are mortified, and your face clearly expresses that.

You were only moving away from this huge thing in front of you, maybe that'll help you escape. But you don't even know if you wanted to escape. A part of you believes that Taehyung is inside that wolf, maybe eaten alive, or a spirit.

So much for the wild coyotes, thanks for the heads up Sylvia.

Your eyes met his. Dark bronze eyes with specks of gold if you look close enough. You could almost see yourself in them, they were that kind. His eyes had a message for you, to approach him, to pet him, that it was okay and he will never hurt you. Before your hand could land on his lowered head, Sam and the others came running to help you, obviously seeing the wolf, but not even being bothered like you were.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Sam helps you stand on your feet.

Sam and the wolf had some kind of connection. Sam stared at it and the wolf left.

"So, wolves are normal here?" you spoke with a weak voice.

Sam opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking of how he can explain what just happened. You know that he knows something, and he was struggling to tell it.

"Where's Taehyung?" You scan their faces with no sign of Taehyung.

Holy shit! The wolf ate him! you thought. All you want to see right now is Taehyung. To prove himself. He can't be that wolf. The wolf must have eaten him. It is far too impossible for Quileute Legends to be real.

"We should get going before the other cold ones get here." Sam assists you to get back in the tents, completely ignoring your state of bewilderment.

Maybe it's a Forks thing to be mysterious and quiet. It irks you so much that none of them are even acknowledging what happened. This would be a great story for your mom.

Hey, Mom. Just wanted to call to tell you about how great my day was. So Taehyung, right? Aunt's neighbor, really hot guy I'd totally fuck, got eaten by a werewolf. But that's not too crazy, an incredibly beautiful medieval British man held me hostage, telling me he wanted to suck my blood. What a Forks thing! And everybody saw this huge tall wolf, I'm talking as big as a shelf kind of wolf, but they all acted like it was some puppy leaving the scene. Anyways, Mom, I'm traumatized. Going home in a week.

There is no way you can paraphrase that. No way you can make everything happening right now to sound normal at least one bit. This must be normal in Forks, but this is some Hollywood work in LA already. Things like these don't happen unless there was a shoot next door.

"Hey, you okay?" Leah approaches you. Her concern is seemingly genuine.

"I'm alive, guess I am okay. Where's Taehyung?" You don't bother to look at anyone at all, you drive your attention to the waves landing on the beach, hoping you could synchronize your breathing with them.

"Taehyung's fine. You don't have to worry about him."

"I saw him there. He was... he was red! Like he was burning! And... and there was smoke. Then I blinked, then there's a wolf. I swear it ate him!" Leah looked at you with wide eyes, but her lips were shaking trying to hide a smile.

"You're not taking me seriously! That wolf killed that guy! I don't know. He sounded British!" Leah bit her lip. "That was horrifying. I saw its head removed, there was no blood! What was that?" Leah inhaled sharply before looking at you with assurance.

"Can you calm down? The wolf you saw, don't you think it was described like the one in the legends?" Leah almost shouted, yet still controlling her laugh.

"Shapeshifters? Those are legends, Leah! The wolf ate Taehyung!"

She chuckled. "No, they are real," she protested.

"The British man there was a cold one, a literal vampire. Taehyung didn't kill him, he was already dead."

No.

"Shut up, Leah. I know you hate me, but this is no time for jokes."

She laughs harder. "You're right about me not liking you, but I'm not joking. That dark brown werewolf is Taehyung. One and only Taehyung. 20 year-old Taehyung who lives at the rez. That Taehyung."

'The world is darker than you think. It's not always safe.'

Taehyung had already given you clues from the start. But a word from Leah wouldn't be enough to stop your mind from going everywhere. You needed to hear this from Taehyung.

It was twilight already and the group had decided to spend the night in their cabin, instead of the beach. Sam explained that it was for your safety which until now he hasn't elaborated yet. Emily offered newly baked muffins, but it was too late before you could grab one when all the boys devoured around them. You gave Emily a smile.

"You can have the next batch." She shied away.

Emily looks like an average girl next door. She had fringes and medium length hair, they were very flat. Her skin was like the others, tan and healthy-looking. One thing you haven't examined deeply about her were her eyes. Embry had told you once that staring at Emily would bother Sam, and when you first saw her, you knew immediately why. She had a scar on one of her eyes, they looked painful. It looks like a cat scratch, only if that cat was a lion. It covered half of her face, but that didn't stop her from being lovely. She was still pretty in every way.

Taehyung arrives at the cabin, looking at everybody except you, his body resting on the door frame. He was heavy-breathing like he just finished a race. Sam came after him, giving him a small pat then walking towards Emily. Taehyung's eyes remain on the floor. His actions were complicated. You haven't figured him out yet.

"Y/N, Tae, maybe you can talk outside alone." Sam smirks at Taehyung, and Taehyung smiles back.

'This is no time to be smiling!'

Taehyung finally looks at you before leaving the door and you follow. But he still hasn't talked. And your rage is piling up inside you, you finally take a step forward.

"Care to explain what the hell happened there? I thought you were swallowed by that — that thing!" He gulps, stopping his tracks and turning around to see your face.

"I was scared," you muttered.

He totally understood why you were scared. Because he was just as scared and confused as you when he first discovered who he was, and just like you, he chose to deny it in every way he can, and he hoped that denial can make a change.

"You're not supposed to know about this. I didn't want to put you in this position — of knowing what truly there is." His eyes are sad, like he was a missing child.

The same day Taehyung figured out what he was, his eyes looked exactly the same; with fear, agony, and deprecation.

"So, you're a werewolf?" You felt his pupils dilate.

He looked at you in disbelief as if he hadn't given enough clues yet.

"Werewolf. Shapeshifter. Monster. Dog. Whatever you call it, it wasn’t my choice." His voice was weak, almost ashamed of what he had just said.

"And you kill —"

"Vampires." He finishes your sentence before you could assume. "Just vampires. The cold ones? Those that violate the treaty? They’re real." And so the legends were correct and real, and the evidence stands right in front of you, breathing and staring at you.

But no matter what angle you look at him, he wasn't a monster. He is not what he is described in the fairytales. He wasn't a merciless creature, not even harmful. He was just this young boy who lived near you.

"I get that you're afraid of me. Trust me, so am I."

"I'm not scared of you. If it weren't for you I would be bloodless by now." You bit your lip. "But I'm still a little overwhelmed." You gulped.

He had no words, but he was relieved. And you knew that when his eyes twinkled, the kind he gave you when you were jamming to the songs he had in his truck.

"If it's okay for you, I'm inviting you and Sylvia to my birthday tomorrow. It's just a small gathering."

"Will there be drinks?" you kid.

"Sam doesn't really want me taking any drinks for the meantime." He chuckles.

"Why not?"

"He said that I can't be on alcohol during my first six months of phasing. Why? Do you drink?" he innocently asks.

"Was just teasing." You playfully pushed him before proceeding to walk back in the cabin.

Before you even knew it, Taehyung was irrevocably infatuated with you. He wouldn't have thought that a college girl would give a small attention to someone younger than her, or even finding out about who he truly is and still staying by his side. He had spent so much time denying who he was, but maybe being a werewolf isn't so bad after all, if phasing is what it takes to protect you or anyone at all.

You were just like what he thought you would be — kindred spirits.

The party isn’t filled with loud chats and crowds, it is a gathering. Taehyung tried his best to always stand by your side to give you ease in enjoying such an unfamiliar place as Sylvia gets indulged in conversations with the others, completely forgetting you. Every minute though, he'd have to leave you alone on the couch but he'd return as soon as he can.

There weren't much talks between you and him either, only a couple of smiles exchanged whenever Embry and Quil do something embarrassing in front of the both of you.

It seemed as if the night was the longest night of your life, only occupied with listening to others’ stories and Taehyung sipping a punch from his red cup. He had asked a few questions to keep things interesting, but it was hard to keep the mood flowing. You had asked about his hobbies and all the boring stuff you could think of, and surprisingly he would reply with enthusiasm like he have always wanted to be asked those questions. This makes you more curious how his daily life goes, how many people does he actually talk to.

When the hand of the clock drops at ten, you were just patiently waiting for Sylvia to get on her feet and cut the conversation with the others but she seemed to have consumed more alcohol than she could tolerate and the next thing you knew she was laughing like a maniac. You were stuck in a loop circle of smiling so thinly to everyone you get eye contact with.

You distract yourself with admiring the intricate designs of Taehyung's small home, and the thought of a young Taehyung growing up in where you're sitting currently makes your heart jolt. It's uplifting seeing his pictures on the wall, but there was a difference between his smile before and his smile now. One can easily tell which was more true. You had no clue what it's like to be his kind, hell even now you still can't believe what he is. But it sure shows in the way he had changed judging from the innocent photos that hang on the wooden walls. You've never known him since then, yet you wanted to restore this angel-being beaming at the sight of a camera who now hates being in photos because he thinks he's some sort of a monster.

You wanted to ask him about the pictures, the one where he was wearing a towel with a headband, the one where he was framing his face. All of them speak some kind of connection with you, maybe it's your love for photography that makes you feel this way, but innocence is one of the hardest thing to lay your lenses on.

Then you finally got it. What your professor was talking about, drawing something intangible to your camera. This is what he meant. Your gallery is only filled with landscapes, mostly the aesthetic of architecture and nature. Taehyung is what you needed to change the mood of your photos, not the weather, not the dark ambience of Forks, but his story. If only there's a chance for you to grasp his mystery in a single picture, his adventurous smile in one flash.

A pang of pain in your forehead pulls you back into reality, and the lights that stood above you only made it worse. You needed to leave immediately before the pain has you grunting. Welcomed with a wrapping breeze, you brace yourself and regret wearing the dress Sylvia begged you to wear. She said it was her favorite when she was your age, a Prussian blue dress that stops before your knees with tulle around the hem and a lighter blue ribbon on the chest.

Of course Taehyung who sits beside you would notice your leaving, and before you can inhale the fresh air from the porch, he was already asking what's wrong.

"I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna have to go home alone since Sylvia's still occupied," you said, pushing on your temples with your thumb and middle finger.

"I can drive you home. I don't think they'd notice that we left, they're all pretty wasted." He chuckles, complementing the high tones of the strong wind that travels past your bodies.

"I'm really sorry. I'm being rude, I mean this is your party... your birthday party and you're going to drive me home."

He places the sippy cup on a coffee table near the entrance, and he was palming his pocket to reach for his keys.

"It's fine, y/n. The party's been dead four hours ago and I can't send you home alone. Do you have the house key or should I go back inside and ask Sylvia for it?"

"She gave me a duplicate. I think it's best we go now. My head's really killing me."

It was unusual, headaches. They rarely come to you since you monitor your phone usage and water intake. You hate getting them because you hated taking meds for it, and you just hoped Sylvia would have a stock of it. Your fingers have been roaming your forehead for a while yet you can't seem to navigate where the pain is, where it's beating. It would be better if you could massage it along the ride but you were struggling to even keep your fingers raised.

Taehyung stops the car in the middle of somewhere as you are hitting your head continuously on the head rest. It was quiet, a deafening silence that rang your ears that brought you to open your eyes. Taehyung wasn't in his seat anymore, only fog filling for his place crawling under your skin.

There was your breathing, crickets, and rustles of trees that travel the air. You weren't sure how to react but one was definite, you were scared. The hand resting on your thigh turning white and wet, breathing faster and heavier as the air seems to be corrupted with toxic poison that does nothing but suffocate you.

Don't get out of the car, don't get out of the car, you chant internally hoping it will help your situation.

"Hello, dear," a slinky voice says through the window, almost similar to the man— vampire from yesterday. Could it be? Could there be more? "Don't make me wait, dear. Open the door and make this easy for the both of us, hm?"

It sounds the exact same as the accent the man had with an alluring tone that draws you to open the door. However, it wasn't just her tempting attempt into convincing you to endanger yourself, the pain in your head inflates as you try to control yourself.

"You want it hard, my dear?" She smirks, you weren't sure but you hear the spread of the corner of her lips.

Then she was in front of the headlights, filled with rage, her eyes dark and dangerous as she showed her predacious teeth. From here, you can feel the vibration of her anger as if she had the ability to let you feel all the harnessed emotions inside her. You can count them one by one: anger, vengeance, and the feeling you get before success. None of them were positive emotions, none of them was mercy. She came here to accomplish one thing.

Your death.

Finally understanding it, inside her browbeating eyes were agony and mourning. She was here to avenge the death of the vampire that Taehyung had killed. She was as beautiful, as seductive with her pale skin and ruby lips, curly strawberry blonde hair that flows until her shoulders.

You discovered that there was a split second of slow agonizing memory of your life before it's taken, and you wished there was none. She runs towards you, careless whether she bashes her head into the glass. She takes your neck, her fingers poking specifically at the sides and right before you can regain your breath your eyes open.

Gasping and catching air, awakening in the seat with Taehyung by your side who drives in silence as Midnight Rambler by The Rolling Stones plays from his rusty stereo.

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler

I'm coming down your marble hall

Well, he's pouncing like a proud black panther

Well, you can say I, I told you so

He sits there, unaware of the chaos that repeats in your head. It all felt so real, the grasp on your neck that locks your throat, you could've sworn you've given your last breath. The pain had stopped, replaced by dizziness that you knew would pass as minutes go by.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Is there something on my face?"

You shake your head. "I didn't know I was staring."

That's right. You didn't know you were staring. There was so much comfort in knowing he never left, the heat of his presence brings you a feeling of security. It's okay now. Taehyung's still here. By your side.

Once reaching home, Taehyung does his best to assist you as though you were ill. It's cute how he acts that way, so careful, so gentle. Upon reaching your room, Taehyung stops before your bedroom door, almost waiting for an invitation.

"I should get going now. I'll tell Sylvia you felt sick." And before he could say good bye, you're already wrapping yourself in the blankets as he passively makes a step away from your door.

"Taehyung," you said, reaching out. "Thank you for today."

He doesn't turn back. "You're welcome. Also, thank you for coming."

A shiver spreads across your back when your lids start to fall, and your body jolts upwards. The beautiful woman from the early nightmare visits your mind again, her face inches from yours close to ripping it apart.

"Taehyung," you whispered, but he heard you within the thin walls of the lonely house. "Can you... stay for a sec? I... I had a nightmare earlier... felt so real. C-can you?"

He walks back, eyes landing everywhere except your body that waits for him on the bed. Is she serious? he thought as you opened the blankets for a space behind you.

"Until you fall asleep?"

You nod. He kicks off his shoes and he positions himself behind you, both of your breaths synchronizing as he lies down softly. You bury your cheek into the pillow when you feel his warmth wrap the room, the security coming back. You turn your head to see him watching you inches away, his hand keeping his head up as he rests his cheek against it. You take his free hand that lies on his right side, pulling it to your stomach requesting for him to scoot closer until his body brushes your back.

You can stay like this, for longer than you can imagine. Just the sounds of your breaths and the hums of his loud thumping heart that makes its way to your upper back, the release of breath from his nostrils that flies over your hair. Peaceful. Safe and sound.

In his embrace, you forget everything: the packing for Los Angeles, the fear of not getting into any university, the supernatural that you had discovered that you still cannot comprehend, the clouding fear that something is coming to get you. In his arm, it's like they never existed. The worries are nothing but disappearing sea foams, a water in heat that evaporates into thin air.

You enclose the hold in Taehyung's hand above your stomach, intertwining them for ease. Falling back into his embrace, he subtly moves away hoping you wouldn't notice. His warmth turning into heat, breathing ragged, hold on you tighter and stronger. Then you feel it, a gentle thrust behind you and he pretends to adjust position. He pulls you closer with the hand on your stomach and you sigh which caused a poking at your butt.

You may not be the smartest person on earth, but it doesn't take a book to know what it was. Taehyung murmurs an apology, his words passing by your neck which sends your stomach into a spiral. You rub your thighs together hoping to dissipate the throbbing in your core, not now.

Not now that Taehyung's beside you. Or maybe it should be now that Taehyung's beside you, you were open for a helping hand. His hand over your head tucks a strand of your hair, the finger brushing on your temple made your aching much harder to ignore. There would be no distraction, no having to worry about who will hear the both of you, for God's sake the house was built in the middle of nowhere, so you thought 'Fuck it.'

You tug his hand to the middle of your chest, to rest them between your breasts as your head turns to face him. He gulps, looking at you intently with lust hovering over his hooded eyes. You lean towards him, your lips reaching his and he pulls away for a second before diving back in. He had pillowy lips, and if it weren't for your hot need at the moment you would let your lips sleep on them for a longer while, but as of right now there are a lot of tensions that need handling.

You leave his hand on your chest while he's still shy to grope one of your breasts. Your hand then wrapping the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, he sighs. That sigh caused the aching to grow, shaking your behind to feel how needy he was and he sighs again. His hand that was on your chest now pushes below the curves of your breasts to pull you closer, to have more friction, to thrust into you.

Until he couldn't take it anymore, he wants you below him as much as you want him on top of you. He hovers above you, his knee swift in spreading your thighs open and he is bucking in a steady pace on your clothed entrance.

"Take me, Taehyung," you breathe the second he leaves your lips.

He takes it slow, burning your insides, as his fingers pull the bow on your chest, untying the effortless knot you had made in the mirror. Too slow to keep up with your throbbing heat, you trail his hand to open the loose front, exposing

your nude bra. His eyes are pinned on yours, and you would make quick glances at his moderate hand you're directing. You unclasp the front of your bra, and when he hears it setting on the bed, he kisses you as if asking if you were really sure. Beneath the feverish endless kiss were words of fear from him, what if he wasn't truly ready.

The last time he had experienced this was long ago, a time before he knew how dangerous he could be. Careless of what his hands could bring, when he hadn't given a single thought for any of his actions. Well, it was one time, only once with the first girl he had ever loved. And the first was always the quickest, but it was unforgettable, he had kept every detail of her daisy fresh skin remembered under his fingertips. The laughs they had shared in between, a significance of the innocence they were about to lose. His head loses in doubts, questions that can only be answered if he risks hurting you tonight.

Then you whisper, "It's okay, you're not going to hurt me." Because in your mind, that was the last thing in his abilities. You smile, "It's okay." Rubbing circles at the back of his trembling hand, his jaw clenches.

Once he had started kissing you again, you parted his lips with your tongue in which he had replied with a tender bite causing you to moan within your throat. This motivates him to grope your breast, aggressing as seconds pass by, pulling a nipple in between his fingers and you arch your back. You rest your feet on his back, synchronizing with the movement of his hips. You admire the way his head moves downward, stopping after every inch of your skin to place a soft kiss until he reaches your breasts to which he places a long stripe lick moving from one bud to another while his eyes remain on yours. He's going to be the death of you.

You pant, trying to reach his hips that came to a halt. His hands pushing the hem of your dress higher, stopping at the middle of your waist. And his evil slow hands, still taking his time, move behind your thighs to pull them away from his back and placing them on his shoulders as he gets comfortable right between them. With gaze pierced on yours, he flats his lips on your clothed slit, tracing the wet spot visible in your white underwear. The thought of you being almost naked underneath the dress ever since earlier brought Taehyung into insanity, he could've fucked you with his fingers on the couch, he could've removed them and left your pussy out in the open as he keeps it in his pocket, he could've done so many things if only he knew earlier how much you'd wanted him just the same.

You look at the empty ceiling, too affected by the darkness in his stare, you were scared you would cum too quickly if you remain watching. He pulls your garment upward to put his bare thumb against your clit, until you couldn't take it and you look down again to see him putting the said thumb in his mouth. Sweeter than the cranberry juice he'd been tolerating to drink, adding that to the list he could've done earlier while your panties were in his pocket; enjoying the sweet fervor of your cunt on his tongue. He plays at your clit, tongue curling to lap up the wetness that increases as his spit mixes in. He knows so well what he's doing, the fragile scoop of his bottom lip from your opening to your clit where he stops.

Everywhere around his lips glistens as the bright light from the hallway outside your room shines upon them. His hands still holding your thighs steady, he slips his tongue inside you which has you shaking and he had to adjust the control in his grip. Once they've settled, he puts his touch above your breasts, flicking both buds in each hand.

You were crumbling under him, desperate for release, grunting in a throaty voice as you tried to keep yourself together. Tears huddle in your eyes, blurring your vision until he stops, now smiling above you while he pulls your underwear away from your body. It doesn't take long for him to get naked and you take time to admire his build. His skin was made of honey, toned and reflective of the warmth he emits. His cock slapping his tummy before he could fully get out of his tight boxers, his tip reaching his button.

He returns to his position between your thighs but this time around he was the one to wrap your legs around his waist. His shaft falls between your slit and he makes subtle movements in burying himself between them.

"I just want to say," he began, "how amazing you are." A gravelly moan of your name escapes his lips as you take matters in your own hand, thumb going over the head of his cock while the rest of your fingers rest wraps his cock.

He thrusts into your hand. His face forming wrinkles, frustration painted across his face. Until he falls on both arms caging your head, bucking for more friction, enjoying the suppleness of your touch. He was groaning, panting, and making a mess of himself to which all echoes from one wall to another. You put a hand on his abdomen to break his movement. He obeys, feeling you part yourself for his cock, torturously slow in entering you.

You pull your hands to your sides, getting a hold of Taehyung's biceps. Opening your lids to watch his pupils dilate as he rams the rest of his length inside your beating entrance.

"Y/n," he groans, brow knotting together when you clench around him. He's going to fall apart, he thought. You wrap him tighter, letting go of yourself in ecstasy, careless whether you melt into the bed or break it, all is well as long as you're looking into his eyes.

He chants your name again and again in a symphony of continuous moaning, and all you could say is how good he sounds. A compilation of ah's and oh's whenever he reaches your spot, his head brushing against it and it felt like nothing but heaven. More, he wants more, if only he could fuck you endlessly he would. The bed hits the wall in coordination of his sharp thrusts, and he's losing himself in you he couldn't care less if he breaks the walls. In sync with the sounds he makes were your gasps and high-pitched whispers of his name that he can see himself in the near future thinking of them and fucking himself alone in his room as he recalls them.

"Tae— oh fuck, Taehyung," you cried out causing his cock to twitch inside you, you call out for more. His name and a couple of curses were the only words you could spew out. Trembling, you feel an explosion of euphoria inside you, letting go of the tight grip around Taehyung's arm.

With one last fluid thrust, he pulls himself out and spills himself on top of your stomach. Both of your breathing slows until they were no longer audible. He rolls to his back beside you waiting to cool down and you take care of yourself by wiping his cum away with the tissue from the nightstand.

"I'm sorry, I made a mess," he says, breaking silence.

You didn't reply, instead you lie on your side to face him and wrap his cock in your warm hand. His cock still hard and wet under your touch, he breathes out a long sigh. "I made a mess of you too."

He chuckles before placing one last kiss on your forehead, and you watch him fall into his dreams. You shut the door, thankful Sylvia didn't come home during the circumstances earlier. You make a note not to leave it open next time.

Next time? Were you actually hoping for a next time? It's not long until you're leaving. Forks is not your home. Your home is on the other side of the country, and everything you grew up with awaits there. Forks is not your home, you tell yourself. The night grows along with your need for sleep, falling onto Taehyung's chest and getting lost in a slumber. You wake to Sylvia opening the door, an indication of her coming home, and you fall asleep again.

The next time you wake up, the sun shining alight from the windows to your eyes, Taehyung was sitting at the end of the bed fully clothed. His head turns slightly, feeling the sense of your waking.

"Y/n, there's not just one who wants to kill you," he says but you couldn't make out a single word, "there's a whole coven of them."

a/n: happy new year! pls dont take the bella comment seriously. also team jacob ftw!!! also appreciate my banner work owo.this is my first descriptive smut like i actually write them having sex idk i hope yall like it tho :* i love y’all!

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