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echobx · 1 month

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Erase Me - jj maybank x reader

summary: after a heavy breakup you and JJ Maybank confront each other about the impact this breakup had on you.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, break up

word count: 2.2k

author's note: this was inspired by the song "Erase Me" by Lizzy McAlpine. I wrote this about a year ago when I felt really down and it's very emotionally heavy imo. it's written from the reader's point of view and reader is not marked down with a specific gender

link to the fic on ao3

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The constant hammering on my door woke me up. His old shirt was hanging loosely from my body as I got up and walked to the front door to open it. There were tears in his anger filled eyes as he looked at me. "Did you do it? Did you sleep with him?" He was leaning against the railing opposite the door to my apartment. An apartment that we had called our home once. A home we had chosen together, thinking we'd always stay together. Making it our home because the two of us were all that mattered back then. "I-" I tried to form an answer but he interrupted me immediately. "Deny it. Say it isn't real." Yet I stayed silent, lying would've only made things worse. "Wow. Thank you for your honesty," he scoffed and then he was gone. All while I was still standing there trying to figure out how all of this came to be. The tears started flowing as soon as I heard his bike roar and watched him drive away. Not even a shower could've helped me calm myself down. Seeing him had brought everything back, all the pain and the guilt. I knew that I shouldn't have to feel guilty about what I had done. Of course it had been a mistake but if he hadn't left me in the first place, I would have never been in this position.

I got dressed, my eyes still filled with an insurmountable amount of tears, and drove to the Château. We had rebuilt it after the fire, it had taken so long but it had been worth it. I hadn't been there since our first party after we finished. The only place where he could be was here, even after everything it was the only place he felt safe. "JJ!" I screamed after slamming the door of my car and walking towards the porch. "Don't you think you have done enough?" John B came running out and built himself up in front of me, stopping me from moving closer towards the house. "Because you know everything right? Because he told you everything?" I was so angry at him, at all of them. I pushed JB to the side so I could look at JJ. "You left me! You did that! I had nothing to do with that!" I yelled at my ex-boyfriend. He jumped up and came at me in full rage. "You slept with Rafe!" "I made a mistake after you broke up with me! That's hardly comparable, don't you think?" I spat out, there was still a huge gap between the two of us because I knew I wouldn't be allowed closer anyway. JJ ran his hands through his hair, something he always did when he was uncomfortable, but I kept going anyway. "I was alone at home for a whole month. A whole month, JJ! I didn't leave the apartment because you left me! No one gave a shit about me or how I was feeling. The people that are supposed to be my friends chose you and I don't even blame them. But it still hurts, it won't stop hurting. Because you left!" Kiara and Pope had come out of the house and now everyone was looking at me while I was having an emotional breakdown in front of the porch, but I didn't care about them. My eyes were solely fixed on him. "Don't you think I would turn back time if I could?" he yelled at me. "I don't know. I feel like I never knew you, because you promised me to never leave me and then you did! And I was miserable for a whole month, and no one reached out to me to even just see if I was still alive-" I stopped my yelling for a few seconds to gather my thoughts and started talking quieter. "I know I made a mistake, I know that, but after everything it was nice to just have someone who cared, okay? Can you blame me for wanting to have someone who just listened to me? Just for one night? I had the choice of staying at home again and being miserable or getting drunk and being around people even if they didn't care, at least I wouldn't be alone for a short time." "Stop trying to make excuses for what you did!" he was yelling at me, but I stayed quiet which seemed to enrage him more. "J, I'm not making excuses." I gently shook my head, tears streaming down my face as I looked into his anguished eyes. "I'm trying to explain myself. I'm trying to get you to understand why it happened. I don't need your pity, JJ. I just need you to understand it, okay? It doesn't even matter that it was him. I don't care about him. But for a short moment he was the only one I had and he cared about me and I made a mistake because I felt a sense of security that I had been missing for so long." I took a step forward but was immediately stopped by JB who placed his hand on my shoulder. I didn't care that he was restraining me, I was still only focused on the blond boy in front of me. "You destroyed me. You ripped out my heart and tore it to pieces long before I made this drunken mistake. Do you understand that? Sometimes you seem to forget that your actions have consequences, and if you had wanted to fix things, if you had wanted to not hurt me, then you wouldn't have left me like this." I really didn't want to sob anymore than I already was so I quickly turned around and left again. No one followed me, not like I had expected anything to happen anyway, but it hurt nevertheless.

On my drive home I thought back to the night. I had drowned my pain in alcohol, not wanting to feel a single thing, and Rafe had looked after me. It was weird, I hadn't seen him after we had left for El Dorado months before. But he was there and he was nice and gentle. He made me feel safe, which confused me even more since he had all so often tried to kill me and my friends. We talked most of the night, I don't remember much other than crying and talking, and then a kiss and everything else was a blur. I had woken up next to him feeling like absolute shit. Not only because I had just made a huge mistake but also because there was no way that I could recover from this socially. I was still too intoxicated to walk, but somehow I had made it down the stairs of the mansion and some girl had offered to drive me home. After that rumors about the night started spreading like wildfire. But all I could think of was that JJ would find out in the worst way possible. Even after everything I was still more focused on him being okay than on myself. I didn't let myself fall back into self-destructive behavior for the whole month we had been apart, not because I didn't want to, but because I knew it would hurt him more to see me in pain than I could ever hurt myself. I hated love. I hated the stupid universe for doing this to us, to me. I hated him for leaving me.

As soon as I got home, I got a text on my phone. Rafe. "Call me." I ignored it, nothing good would ever come of it. I changed back into JJ's old shirt. It didn't even smell like him anymore, but it was the only way I could feel at least a tiny bit less sad.

Three days went by where I didn't do anything. I didn't eat at all and barely drank enough water to stay alive. My whole life I had been abused and in pain because of it, but I had never felt this horrible. I didn't know how to deal with this type of pain. It encapsulated my whole being and the only thing I knew that would help me through it, was the guy that brought it all to live.

It was light in the night when I heard keys turn in the door and then footsteps as the door fell into its lock. I took the knife from my bedside table and walked into the living room. JJ was just standing there, only illuminated by the small night light that I had on behind the couch. "I think I broke his jaw," he slurred while looking at his bloody hands. The knife fell to the tiled floor with a loud clatter as I ran into his arms. I didn't care about what had happened. He was there, he was home and he embraced me with the same tightness as always. "I'm sorry, my love," JJ whispered against my neck, his tears running down my back.

I really didn't want to let go of him, but I needed to tend to his wounds so I walked him into the bedroom. He sat down on my side of the bed while I took out the first aid kid, just like I had done so many times before. He took off his jacket and then his shirt. His abdomen was covered in bruises and small cuts. I cleaned his wounds and he flinched every single time that I had to press the cleaning pad against a wound.

"Are you okay? Anything broken?" I asked quietly and he shook his head. "Is he still alive?" I tipped JJ's head up with my finger so he had to look at me. "Why do you care?" His eyes were filled with pain and anger. "I need to know if I have to deal with you getting assault or murder charges. He won't let this go, you know that." I tried my best not to enrage him more because I was too scared that he would run away from me again. "He's alive and well. He was laughing the whole time, I wanted to kill him," JJ mumbled and went back to looking at his bruised up knuckles. I got up and put the kit away. "You should sleep. I'm gonna take the couch." He grabbed my hand as I wanted to walk away. "Don't. Stay, please." "I don't know if that would be wise," I whispered and tried to avoid his sad eyes as much as I could. I didn't want to drown in him again, to lose myself in how good he could make me feel. His actions had scarred me and I really didn't want to get hurt even more than I already was. "I need you, I do. And I was stupid to push you away and it took me way too long to understand it all, all right? I'm not okay and it's worse when you aren't there. I know that it's all my fault. Can you forgive me? Not immediately, I know that's too much to ask, but in the future, could you forgive me for everything I did?" he pleaded. "You should sleep," I said and walked into the bathroom, leaving him behind. I scrolled through my gallery, specifically all the pictures we had taken over the last year of being together. It hurt to see how happy we had been but it gave me hope too. Maybe it was stupid to do so, but I had already decided to forgive him the moment he stepped foot back into our home. I convinced myself that it was the right choice because the thought of losing him forever was unbearable. It hurt more to know he could be happy with anyone else than it had when I had thought him dead after falling off the Coastal Venture, or his bike accident.

"Don't ignore me." Another text from Rafe popped up on my screen and ripped me out of my thoughts.

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Rafe Cameron: Don't ignore me.

Me: I was drunk and I made a mistake. Me: Stop texting me. Me: I am not interested, bye.

Rafe Cameron: He's back, isn't he. Rafe Cameron: He nearly killed me tonight. Rafe Cameron: Does that not matter?

Me: Leave me alone!

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I put my phone down and went to bed. JJ was lying on his side, eyeing me as I walked in and lied down beside him. "That's my shirt," he noted quietly, but I didn't reply. "Can I- can I hug you?" The insecurity was all present in his voice, he had never been like this, not when it came to me. I turned around to look at him. "Are you gonna leave me again?" He shook his head rapidly. "No. I'm sorry that I did that in the first place." I moved closer and he put his arms around me. Just minutes later he was asleep and I rolled over so his head was lying on my chest. I started playing with his hair, just like I had always done. It felt nice to pretend like nothing had ever happened. His scent filled me up like a fresh breeze of air, the smell of saltwater and weed and just him. I fell asleep and had my first dreamless night since he had left me.

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officialgleamstar · 6 months

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okay, here's a long post talking about my thoughts on dungeons and daddies, s2ep45, hell or high father. obvious spoiler warning, im gonna be talking about the events of the episode, but this is going to be more outside the fourth wall focused/thinking about what the pacing says about the narrative, rather than actually talking about what happened in this episode!! also ive only listened to the episode once so if i missed anything, feel free to say so

to start immediately: i loved this episode, but i was also disappointed that ron, terry, and scary didn't get a full episode. but i was thinking about why that would be the case, and that lead me to the two reasons im speculating:

Beth felt that Scary's arc didn't necessitate a big ending and that it came to a clean closing with that scene

This episode shows the narrative divide between the Stampler family and the Close family

the first reason is mostly a timing thing. they included taylor in this episode as well because scary's conclusion didn't need the full run time, or maybe even lincoln's episode was longer than they wanted it to be and scary was supposed to be in that arc as well. the pacing was just a result of the past few episodes: scary has already confronted that she regrets how she treated terry, we've seen that a million times. ever since his death, she's confronted that fact again and again, and i think it makes sense that this episode would resolve that in a much quieter way than it could've. the stamplers have always been the family to resolve things 'the right way' - they show up for each other, they love each other unconditionally, they finish their arcs by holding one another in forgiveness. even if i wouldve loved a longer memory (though holy shit, WE SAW THE BETRAYAL ON SCREEN-- sorry not the point of this post), and i really hope we get some more with them in upcoming episodes, i did like how it was so sweetly resolved!!

and that sweetness leads into the bulk of my thoughts here: scary and taylor shared an episode because of how differently their memories went.

as soon as nicky went "i have a memory you weren't around for", i knew we were in for a fucking ROLLERCOASTER, and holy shit. the entire played out montage of glenn failing to be there for nicky, failing to be there for taylor, and in turn, taylor finally tells nicky to his face that he wasn't there for taylor either. taylor's fixation on the idea of redoing it all with time travel, because there is no other way, in his mind, to solve the rift in their relationship. "there's no fixing this." there's too much baggage, there's too much thats already been fucked up, and theres no way for them to come back from that. nicky is a grown adult. taylor is already in his teen years. they can form a relationship with their dad now, but no matter how well that goes, its never going to fix the childhood behind them that was already ruined. they do love each other, they're friends, but being friends doesnt equal a true good relationship. being friends doesnt mean you succeeded in parenting.

and now we contrast that with the stamplers. both terry junior and scary go into their relationship with their stepdads seeing him as an inferior replacement, as someone who could never truly be their dad. terry junior loved his biological dad, is literally named after him. scary's dad was so absent in her life that she doesnt know how to handle someone actually being there. they both refuse to take the replacement, until eventually, they learn that their stepdad's strength is that hes a new man. not a replacement, but his own full person, a person who loves them. ron put his life on the line for terry, time and time again, because he didnt want to be his own dad. terry showed up to all of scarys soccer matches, even when she refused to even acknowledge him, because he didnt want to be her bio dad. "you showed up." even though terry's memory is literally him using ron, it ends with ron forgiving him without a second thought. when scary apologizes to terry, terry takes her into his arms with a moment's hesitation.

the stamplers have a happy ending because even with how badly they've fucked up, they always showed up for their kids. the closes don't have a happy ending because they weren't in their kids' lives and they think being friends now fixes that. and that's why scary and taylor shared their episode, really. because it drives home the crucial difference between the two families

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads spoilers #mine #in conclusion: STREAM CHILD SUPPORT BY WOZ 💥‼️ <- sorry this is like the fourth time ive made that joke

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fool-who-dreams · 2 years

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shrink

summary:

Tony is tired of hearing her daughter talk about her crush, and Peter talk about his. So he sets them up for confrontation and decides to have a little fun with it...

you stepped inside the most spacious classroom of Midtown High, and the familiar scents of chemicals immediately invaded your smell. The chemistry class was soon filled with people taking their seats at their tables and putting on their candid white lab coats and protective goggles. Your usual desk mates were absent on that day due to the intensive sport training they were undergoing; soon they'd have a really important match and the school couldn't risk loosing (again), so they were excused from classes that day.

It was no big deal, but it was an absolute tragedy for you: who will you blather about your crush to? Who will listen as you make up romantic - most definitely unrealistic - scenarios, and encourage your imagination? How can you go a whole day without hearing their encouraging words on how you should just go up to Peter's desk and say-

"Hi, is this seat taken?" The familiar voice shakes you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widen as the sight of THE Peter Parker.

The boy wasn't popular in the slightest, but you had the chance to admire him in his natural habitat, the chemistry and maths classrooms, (or so you thought) and he was the smartest person in MILES. The rare few times you had the chance - or the excuse - to talk to him, he had been the most caring, generous and kindest person you ever had the chance to meet.

"Of course not." You smiled, making him smile, too. You blushed at the thought of always being the one to make him smile like that. Better yet, at the thought of him making you smile like an absolute fool everyday.

"y/n, right?" Peter asked while fixing his bag next to him and sitting down on the stool.

From there on the chitchat never ended. You both did stay silent: he was rather invested in the experiment, and you were rather invested in watching him focus. Chemistry came pretty naturally to you - just like every other scientifical and technology-related subject - which gave you more time to dream of the moment that had finally come.

You guys discovered that you had so much in common: interests, friendships, hobbies...heroes. You both loved Spiderman, for instance, and you both really looked up to Ironman and Captain America. You both liked Star Wars and Delmar's sandwiches, and you both knew MJ.

After class was over, the two of you agreed to sit next to each other the following time as well: your friends had been telling you to talk to him for ages, they won't mind at all if you actually did and stopped distracting him from their assignments in class. Even though, underneath, you knew they enjoyed it just as much as you did.

The weeks went by and you couldn't help but like him more and more, falling deeper and deeper for the boy. He seemed quite involved, too: every time your hands brushed against each other, or you made him laugh, or even just held eye contact for more than one second, it just made your heartbeat run a marathon. And that wasn't like you at all, but you weren't sure you liked it much. That little voice in your head just kept telling you that it might all just be your imagination going a bit too far; basically just gaslighting yourself.

Six months later you guys had become absolute best friends. You walked back home together after school, worked on projects, had your own inside jokes; you had even met his aunt May!

"Hey y/n?" Peter broke the silence while he was laying on a park bench, his curls on your laps.

"Yeah?"

"Do you- would you ever-" he started stuttering as he usually did when he was going to say something important for him. It always made you giggle, you found it cute.

"C'mon Pete, you can tell me anything, you know that."

"I know" he whispered before sitting back straight up. He took a deep breath before finally saying what he wanted to "Do you- like pillowcases?"

You looked at him, puzzled and surprised by the question. "Do I- like pillowcases?" You let out a laugh, trying to hide the disappointment in what you thought he'd have said. "I guess I do. Do you?"

"Yea. I do, I really do."

"That's- cool, I didn't know that about you" You chuckled, as he let out more of a nervous laugh. "I guess we should get going now". You smiled, gathering your things.

After Peter dropped you off where you "lived", you waited til he was out of sight before getting into the most famous building in the State: your actual home.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE HIM!" You shouted as you angrily climbed the stairs and walked into the kitchen, reaching straight for the fridge and opening it. "I seriously cannot believe that boy!"

"What did he do today sweetheart?" you father asked, not getting his eyes off of the newspaper he was reading.

"He almost asked me out!"

"And the problem with that is..."

"THAT HE ALMOST ASKED ME OUT!"

"Oh, obviously" He mocked you as he folded his newspaper. "Honey, have you ever thought of asking him out yourself?"

"Of course not. I mean, what if he says no?"

"You've never had this problem with any other boy before, and you're having this kind of doubts now that I actually like one of your picks?"

"Yes, because I also actually like this one!"

"Pepper, I don't need the blood test anymore, she's definitely a Stark!"

"I thought we had agreed on that when she fixed the- technology thing you couldn't deal with when she was 5." Your mother shouted from the other room.

"Okay, ouch." Tony replied.

"To be fair, you did deserve that." You chuckled. "Anyways, I'm starting to think it was just all in my head. Maybe that's just how he is with everyone, I'm nothing special. I guess I love for the both of us. I mean, how could I be enough for someone like him? He's the sweetest, kindest, most generous and caring person on this planet. And me? Well, I'm just really smart. And I'm amazing for everyone else, of course, but him? He deserves more than I'll ever be able to give." You concluded looking at the ground as you let your head fall into your arms. You were forced to raise your gaze when you heard a sudden loud noise. Something had fallen and broken, like a plate or a mug.

Looking up you saw the only thing you needed but last thing you wanted to see in that moment.

"You better clean that up kid. Oh and, y/n? Peter's here, by the way. Which is a really good thing because now you can both stop using me as your shrink and actually talk to each other." Tony looked at you with the most amused smirk as he was on his way to leave the room.

Your face had reached the cherry red color of the ceramic bowl that was scattered all around on the floor.

"Are you- did you actually mean all that?" An incredulously open-mouthed Peter asked.

"What are you even doing here?!" You inquired, confused and embarrassed.

"That's not important right now. Did you mean that?"

"Haven't I proven it to you?"

"I- I feel awful about making you doubt how much I love you." He said sincerely, while walking towards you.

"You- love me?"

"More than I thought I could." He leaned in slowly, following your every move until your lips fused into the most beautiful feeling you had ever felt. When the kiss was broken he held you in his arms for a few minutes, you both contemplating how the moment felt as magical as you had imagined it. Peter broke the silence with a sudden realization.

"Wait- you are PEPPER POTTS AND TONY STARK'S DAUGHTER?"

"Yeah..." You laughed nervously.

"Why have you never said anything?"

"I don't really go around advertising it. You know the bad guys and stuff can-" As you were explaining, you accidentally hurt a mug. Luckily, before it could touch the ground it was promptly saved: Peter was holding in his right hand the purple thing.

"you are SPIDERMAN?! MY BOYFRIEND IS SPIDERMAN?"

"Mh, boyfriend." He chuckled before hugging you again. "I like the sound of that."

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why-what-no · 1 year

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Nobody is Better

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Severe relationship issues, Breaking up and Making up, Swearing, Angst With A Happy Ending

Summary: Billy and his gf break up over an argument about another girl, and Billy runs away directly into that girl’s arms. Later realizing that he just lost the best thing he ever had and needed to quickly fix what he had broken

Requested by: @mothshabby (I’m so sorry this took so long to post babe, totally my fault)

Looking back, it had all seemed so suspicious. To the point where (Y/N) couldn’t have even believed that she hadn’t taken the time to prepare herself emotionally for the inevitable breakup. For the moment that she confronted Billy and he admitted that his eyes had strayed to another girl.

He hadn’t even done anything with the girl, barely spoken to her. But the idea, the idea of Billy choosing some other girl (and this girl, she was so pretty and popular, so lovely and interesting) over (Y/N), it seemed so obvious to her. Of course he would do that.

He brushed off her worrying at first, laughing it off which only hurt her even more. How dare he think this didn’t mean anything, how dare he think he didn’t betray her. The discussion only turned into an argument from there, until voices were raised and unkind things were said.

Finally…

“You know what, okay then!” Billy shouted, hands raised like he was surrendering, even though (Y/N) knew he would never let her win if he could help it. “If you want me to be fucking her so badly, then sure. We’re done, she’ll clearly be a better girlfriend than you anyway, if you react this way if I ever so much as look in the direction of some other way.”

That sentence, that “she’ll be better than you”, practically knocked the wind out of (Y/N)‘s chest. She froze up, unmoving with blurry eyes as Billy stormed out of her home, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as the house was silent, as soon as she was alone, she crumpled to the floor like a empty can, feeling (fittingly) like garbage as she sobbed into the carpet.

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She didn’t have contact with him for weeks after that. He got together with the other girl, of course. Immediately after his breakup, he was seen with that pretty girl that broke (Y/N)’s heart.

And the worst part was that she couldn’t even feel angry at the girl. It wasn’t her fault, she probably didn’t even know. And who wouldn’t want to be with Billy. They were a match made in heaven.

No, it was all Billy and (Y/N)’s stupid fucking argument that had ruined the best relationship of her life. Not some girl that had been pushed into the middle of things.

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But somehow, that wasn’t the end of it. No matter how much she didn’t ever want to see him again.

Several weeks after the argument, he called her, asking her to meet up to talk. She had wanted to say no, having seen him with the girl and feeling like her heart was trying to claw it’s way out of her chest every time.

(Y/N) just wanted to avoid him, wanted to put him memory to rest as if he had died and left her a widow. But she couldn’t resist the dark curiosity, the lovely pain of being face to face with him.

He stopped by her house that weekend, with her permission.

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Her family was at work, or shopping, or something else. It didn’t matter. All that matters was that they wouldn’t be there to hear whatever words passed between the former loves.

He stood across from her, kicking his foot nervously against the carpet. She was in the chair, glancing at him quickly before staring at her hands.

“So…” He started. “(Y/N)…”

“How is she? Your pretty girl.” (Y/N) interrupted, hearing her voice crack as she spit out the question. It left Billy at a loss for words for a second.

“She’s not… I never called her tha-” Pretty girl was always Billy’s name for (Y/N). He couldn’t believe that she thought that he would ever use it on another person. “She and I are done. We were barely even a thing.”

That surprised (Y/N). She had assumed from the last thing that he said to her that Billy’s new relationship was going to be so very happy.

“But… you said…”

“I miss you.” He sank to his knees in front of her chair, looking up at her. Entrancing her with his gorgeous blue eyes. “I never should have walked that door. Never should have argued with you.”

“You said that she was better than me.”

He looked heartbroken at her words. Fully realizing how much he had hurt her. “No, baby. No way. Nobody is better than you. It’s not true. I didn’t mean it.”

“Then when did you say it?” She could feel herself beginning to cry, holding back full sobs as to not be too loud to hear his words.

“I just couldn’t believe you thought I ever wanted to be with anyone else. I thought you had known that you were better than anything I deserved.” He knew it was a terrible excuse, but he was so sorry that he hadn’t let her know this when the argument first began. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore, that you were just pushing me onto some other girl because you didn’t want to deal with me anymore.”

“That’s not…”

“I know, I know I’m not always a great boyfriend. I’m not a great person. And the whole time we were together I was just so scared that you would realize that and leave. And so I ended up leaving instead, and it was so fucking stupid of me to do that.”

It felt so good for Billy to get that off his chest, but it felt awful to have to do it in such a terrible situation. When he had to beg the greatest love of his life to take him back after he broke her heart.

He knew she probably shouldn’t accept him. And he certainly wouldn’t blame her for telling him to never speak to him again.

Billy was aware he would never be truly happy again if she did that. Never satisfied with life. Never meeting anyone that he loved as much as her. But he wouldn’t tell her that yet, not wanting to guilt her into a relationship. Not that awful of a person.

He wrapped his arms around her as she cried, expecting her to push him away but surprised to feel her clinging to his chest.

“Tell me you won’t leave again.” He could hear her murmur, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Oh sweetheart.” He whispered and kissed the top of her head, feeling like he was about to cry as well. “Never. You’re all I want. Nothing else.”

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deans-baby-momma · 11 months

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Law & Love Chapter 12

A/N: And this story is back......with a twist at the end......cliffhanger anyone???? BAHAHAHAHAHA (that's my evil laugh)

THEN

As Beau returns to his desk, he realizes that he also likes the idea of going home with her, that his place was considered 'theirs' now.

NOW

After making sure that my attackers are going to be put away, Beau and I head back to his camper, or as he called it- home. Although, almost immediately he is called away on the case concerning his daughter and her step-father; leaving me to quietly relive the revelations made today.

The news of the altercation at the diner was on the evening news and not long after, I received word that the diner was temporarily closed until the whole ordeal blew over. The owner, a nice man by the name of Fred, also offered me a permanent position as head waitress if I want to come back and work at, as he called it, the scene of the crime. I told him I would think about it and let him know.

After leaving Eric, my douchey cheating ex, I had left with no particular destination. Arriving in Helena and deciding to settle down hours from anyone I knew was a spur of the moment decision; one I had yet to regret.

What I regretted was befriending Deb; allowing her to know the more intimate parts of my life that I would usually keep to myself. Little did I know she was using it as fodder to manipulate and influence her own son to sleep with her; using my stories and life to seduce and fuck her own flesh and blood.

My phone rings on the side table, causing me to jump out of my recollections. I look to see Beau's number on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hiya darlin'," he drawls in his Texan accent. I should've never told him I thought it was sexy because now he's just killing me with it. "How're you holding up? I hate that I had to leave you as soon as we got home."

I smile to myself at his words. He called it home again, as in his and mine-ours.

"I'm okay Beau," I say, trying to relieve his worry. "How's Emily?"

Emily is Beau's estranged teenage daughter who just so happens to be in Montana, on a camping trip with her step-father. And of course, there is a killer on the loose in the woods nearby.

"Traumatized but holding up," Beau states. "She's a good actress but I know my little girl, she's upset. Apparently she and the victim had become somewhat friends."

He audibly clears his throat and goes into his Sheriff voice. "Anyway, I just wanted to check on you. I'll be back pretty late so make yourself comfortable and I'll try not to wake you up when I come in."

"Okay, Sheriff Arlen," I answer, with a nod of my head. "Be careful."

"Always am," Beau tells me and then in a softer, quieter voice he continues. "This weekend- you, me, a couple of fishing rods and the lake?"

"It's a date, Beau."

Life as the significant other of a law enforcement officer is stressful and worrisome.

The date at the lake didn’t happen because the killer in the woods upped his game by kidnapping the clerk of the local detective agency, along with Emily. And when Beau heard of Emily’s disappearance? Well, I saw a side of the man I was falling for I’d never seen before.

He was angry, hurt, worried, and fearful. As soon as word got to him that his baby girl was missing, he bolted out of the camper and was in his truck speeding away before I made it to the door, leaving me behind to anxiously await news.

When Beau returns, he tells me about his confrontation with Avery, his daughter's step-father and the plan to make the man wear a tap to eavesdrop on his meeting with the suspects.

"It's a whole organization," he explains. "Avery stole from them, or has some information they want, and they took her to get his attention."

I can tell that the man sitting beside me is at his wits end and is about to lose it so I wrap my arms around him and pull his body toward me. I know I can't fix this but I can try to give him some comfort.

"She's my baby, Y/N. My little girl," Beau sobs as he nuzzles against my chest. "I saw her first step, heard her first word, bandaged her first injury. I can't stand the thought of her out there, scared and alone and I can't get to her. What if she is just waiting for me to come save her? What if I'm too late?"

I plant a kiss to the top of his head. "You're going to find her, Beau. You're going to find her and get her back safe and sound. I may not have known you for long but I know when you are determined to get something done, nothing will stand in your way.

"You'll listen in on this meeting, find out the location she's being held and you'll bust up in there and save her. You'll still be a hero in her eyes."

Unfortunately, Avery was killed in a shootout at the meeting and the suspects knew nothing of the kidnap victims.

Come to find out, the owner/operator of the camping organization was the killer and had kidnapped the two ladies to throw the cops off his trail.

After some digging, Beau was reunited with his daughter, the clerk rejoined her bosses and Buck Barnes was dead.

Life in Helena Montana could go on.

I'm wiping down the counter while Shelby, the new waitress, sweeps the floor when the bell alerts us to a new customer. We look toward the entrance to see a tall man in Wranglers and a cowboy hat step inside.

“Beau?” Y/N asks, shocked.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that the stranger is, in fact, not Beau. He is much taller, his hair is shorter and the green eyes that I dream about are actually hazel on the man.

“Beau? Beau Arlen?” the man inquires and I can sense a hint of a Texas accent. “Do you know him?”

By now, Shelby is standing right behind me watching the interaction with a questioning look on her face..

“Yea, I know him. Who’re you?”

“Walker, ma’am. Cordell Walker,” he introduces himself. “Do you know where I can find Beau?”

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#law & love #jensen ackles #big sky #beau arlen #beau x reader #surprise visitor

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your-neighbor-in-the-northblue · 6 months

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Can you do an Usopp x reader where Y/N was one of the toys he released in Dressrosa and she’s just been “sneakily” following him to try and work up the courage to say she’s devoting herself to her savior, God Usopp, and basically becomes his silly little cheerleader?

Devotee ↠ Usopp x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic, Fluff

You poked your head around the corner in awe at the long-nosed man. You'd been following for a couple of days now, and could tell he planned on leaving soon with all the crates he and his friends had been carrying onto their boat. The thought alone made you nervous. What would you do without him? Your savior, gone away on a boat to who knows where, and you hadn't even thanked him yet. It was criminal, really, and you knew you'd regret your entire life if you couldn't manage to work up the courage to, at the very least, say hi to the man.

You couldn't help the sigh that left your lips as you watched his bandaged-self work. What you wouldn't give to be held in his arms ── what you wouldn't give to have him simply shoot a glance in your direction.

You felt your face heat up as he indirectly gave in to your request, turning curiously at your skittish movements he happened to have caught in the corner of his eye. You immediately moved to hide fully behind the wall, back firmly held against the scratchy brick as you tried to ease your breathing.

You were about to peer back out to see if he'd noticed you when you heard the voice come from overhead.

"Hi there," Usopp smiled, now directly above you on the crumpled wall you had hidden behind. It no doubt was someone's house before the atrocities that had been enacted just recently. His head rested in his hands as he stared down at you, although his smile had dropped now that he realized how terrified you looked. "Are.. are you alright?"

You nodded a lot quicker than you had meant to, your eyes wide at the prospect of being under the gaze of a deity ── your deity. You didn't deserve this treatment from your Lord, you'd hardly done anything to warrant such luck from the universe.

"O-Oh! Yes! Why wouldn't I be?"

His beautiful eyes glanced uncertainly into your own while you tried to take in as much of him as you could, eyes darting every which way to ensure you didn't miss a single detail on the perfect man before you.

He shrugged, "You just seem kinda... jumpy. I'd hate to leave any of the locals in fear for their lives, especially when the Great Usopp is still around to defend them," He chuckled proudly, although, he doubted he'd be able to do any real defending considering the state he'd been left in. No matter, Sanji would be more than willing to help, he was somewhat sure of it.

"I-I've decided to devote myself to you fully," You finally blurted out, "I don't have anywhere else to go, please, let me serve you, my Lord."

Usopp sputtered at your words as he fell from the wall, making the short trip around to confront you more directly.

"W-what are you t-talking about??" He gripped your shoulders in his hands as he stared at you with genuine concern.

"You saved my life, it's the least I could do," You answered, bowing your head obediently. "Let me go with you, I want to help you in any way I can."

"N-No! Stop talking like that!"

"I know I'm new to the religion, but I promise I'm a fast learner."

"What religion?? I-I thought we freed you already?? You can go home now!" He reminded, hands shaking as his hold on your lightened.

"You did! That's why I'll help you with whatever you need!"

He winced, praying that this was all just an honest mistake and not another one of his lies that went wildly out of control again. "W-well, I'm... uh sure we could find a spot for you."

He had no idea how he was going to fix this as he walked rigidly back to the ship, you following loyally behind him. How would he even explain this to the crew? What would Robin say?? But you were so determined and gleeful... he didn't think he had it in him to turn you away.

He ran a stressed hand down his face as thought up ways to solve this issue while you walked beside him with your knife out, ready to lunge the second he gave you the command. Hopefully this solution would come sooner rather than later.. but with his luck? He highly doubted it.

"This lighting does wonders to you, my Lord."

"Please, don't call me that..."

#one piece #one piece oneshot #usopp op #usopp #op usopp #usopp x reader #one piece usopp #usopp one piece #op usopp x reader #usopp op x reader #usopp fluff #usopp oneshot

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bobwess · 1 year

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"Close your eyes!" Cas didn't have the luxury of time to be sure Dean had even heard his warning, let alone complied before he gathered every scrap of his woefully weak grace and reflected it outward.

Twenty eight bodies hit the floor, smoke filtering from their eyes, mouth, and ears.

Castiel staggered, a loose shard of what used to be a door sliding far enough to send him crashing to one knee on the pocked concrete floor. He gritted his teeth against the sharp bite of pain, but he was already pushing himself up, gaze locked on the unmoving body across the room. "Dean!"

"Cas-" The reply was immediate, and the hunter strained to pull himself sideways to see if Cas was alright for himself. "Are you okay?"

Cas eased himself down next to Dean where he sat on the floor, reaching out a hand and resting it on Dean's shoulder. "I am alright… Did you get bit?"

"Too fast f'r that."

"Good." Cas said absently, but his eyes were taking inventory of just how bad Dean looked.

Dean was heavily leaning against the wall, hand still closed around the silver loaded handgun. At first glance, he didn't look too bad. A little bit of blood in the corner of his mouth. Cas at first might have figured he bit his lip in the fight. But Dean's shirt was rucked up on the side, and beneath the debris there was a rapidly deepening purple that told a different story. Cas bit back a reaction as he stared.

"If you're gonna-" Dean coughed. "undress me like that… buy me dinner first." He spit off to the side, ignoring the bright red splatter he left behind. He breezed past Cas' confused head tilt, still trying to deflect attention. "Are they dead?"

"Yes." Cas assured him. "All of them."

"I got four." Dean unsuccessfully tried to push himself to sit up further. "You got-?"

Cas spared a glance around the room, confirming his earlier count. "Twenty eight."

Dean rolled his eyes. "So just about even then." He wheezed, lifting one hand to try to wipe the blood trickling over his bottom lip, but the motion threw him off balance and he slid down the wall.

Cas reached out, catching him before he could sink all the way to the ground.

"Thought… thought your grace was too weak to pull s'mthing like that off."

"It's all I could do." Cas said softly, wincing at the way Dean's speech seemed to waver and begin to run together. "I can't-"

"Don't need your healing." Dean dismissed, trying to push Cas off of him. He only succeeded in falling further, his head resting awkwardly against Cas' shoulder, almost in his arms.

"You do." Cas said softly.

"Well, I'll wait."

Cas didn't waste his breath reminding Dean that his grace could take days to replenish enough to heal him. He was aware Dean knew. "We called Sam for backup thirty eight minutes ago."

"The calvary sucks." Dean closed his eyes. "Slowest rescue ever."

"He said it'd be over an hour before he got here." Cas pulled his phone out of his pocket, not expecting it to have any signal, but feeling the fresh sting of disappointment when it didn't. "I don't know where the nearest hospital is."

"We're in the ass end 'f nowhere." Dean tried one more time to get up, but it didn't work any better. "Faster to wait for a car."

"If the truck-"

"You can't fix those tires." The hunter said, a note of sympathy in his voice. When a wolf had slashed Cas' truck tires, he had made a joke that at least it wasn't the impala. Of course, it had immediately turned their simple recon into a dangerous confrontation that neither of them were prepared for. "Won't get far with you carrying me."

"Sam will be here soon."

Dean scoffed which only resulted in another coughing fit and another splatter of red, this time across Cas' chest. He tried to take a deep breath but the gurgled wheeze only made it worse. His vision whited out for a moment, the pain of his broken ribs scraping over themselves overwhelming his nerves.

Cas let himself half fall against the wall, using his position to leverage himself down into a sit. He readjusted his grip on Dean, guiding the hunter to be leaning fully against his chest. He gently placed two fingers on Dean's head, trying and failing to use the ghost of his grace to see just how badly he was hurt.

Dean finally breathed through the latest wave of agony, his eyes half focusing again on a room that now seemed entirely too dark. He took a shaky breath, this one managing not to end in hacking up a lung, and he let himself go boneless in Cas' arms.

Cas listened to Dean's wet wheezing breath, hoping that Sam was wrong. That somehow he was going to get here sooner than he'd said. That any second he'd bust in through the door with a first aid kit and a fast ride to medical help. But the moments stretched onward and no rescue arrived. He felt the hunter in his arms shift slightly and he turned his attention back to him.

Dean blinked heavily, looking up at Cas. "Your tie… s'nice."

"Yeah." He said quietly, feeling a fresh wave of guilt for his inability to do anything.

Dean's face tightened into a slight scowl. "Better before the blood."

"Dean-"

The hunter raised a shaky hand and touched the bottom of the blue fabric, only succeeding in adding more blood to the mess. "Sorry." He slurred.

"Forget about the tie." Cas insisted. He held Dean closer. "Just keep breathing."

"M' trying." Dean protested.

"Keep trying."

Dean let his hand drop, his face sliding to rest more firmly against the angel's shirt, head just slightly pushing back the tan overcoat. "Don't leave…"

"I'm not." Cas said softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good…"

Cas wrapped his arm around Dean's head, absently running his fingers through his hair.

"Cas…" Dean struggled to move, pushing away from him again.

Cas straightened, helping Dean to rest up against the wall, taking the time to try and get him into a position where he could support himself. He almost succeeded.

Dean met his eyes, easier to do from his new position. "I got s'mthing to say." He coughed again, the red on his lips replenishing itself. "It's time-"

"No, Dean."

"Cas… I…" He let his gaze rest back on the ground, aware of the pressure building up in his chest. "Dunno if I'll get the chance again…"

"Sam will be here soon." Cas stressed, refusing to acknowledge any alternative.

"Cas… please."

Cas wasn't too surprised to feel hot tears wash down his face, a knot of dread settling deep in his stomach. Whenever his grace was exhausted like this, he found it far harder to mask any emotions. He was far too close to human. "Dean-"

"Cas, I love you."

Cas closed his eyes, the dread strengthening and threatening to choke him. "You don't have to-"

"Yeah… I do." Dean insisted, trying to sort out his words. "You… If I… you deserved t' hear it before…"

"Sam will be here soon."

"If he's not in time… I… Cas I should've said it sooner."

"You can say it later. After we get you to the hospital."

Dean gave a weak smile. "You're giving me an out." He accused.

"I think you wouldn't be saying it if you weren't so badly hurt." Cas replied truthfully.

"Well good thing 'm hurt."

Cas managed a brief pained laugh in spite of everything. "Dean…"

"I mean it."

"I know."

Dean lost his last bit of strength, accepting Cas' assistance in settling him once more against the angel's chest. "Sorry." He muttered again.

"It's okay." Cas whispered back, leaning his head down until his chin was almost buried in Dean's hair.

Dean let out his breath. "This wasn't how I thought this would go." He felt Cas' hand run up and down his shoulder, taking comfort from it. "I 'magined sayin' it sometimes."

"Oh?" Cas asked, quietly, trying to encourage Dean to keep talking. If he was talking, he was breathing. If he was breathing, he was alive.

"I always thought I'd be more…"

"Eloquent?"

"Conscious." Dean finished. He tried to pull his head back to get a read on what Cas was feeling, but his neck didn't want to cooperate with his wishes. He felt his eyes flutter shut for a moment, the world slowing down.

"Dean." Cas said sharply, giving him a brief shake to wake him back up. "Stay with me."

" 'M not goin' anywhere." Dean said, blinking a few times to try and focus again. "I'm here."

"Keep breathing."

" 'M not just saying it because I'm dying…"

"You're not dying."

"I love you." Dean repeated.

Cas reached down, cupping Dean's cheek in his hand, blood smearing beneath his fingers. He looked into Dean's eyes, waiting the long moment until they finally focused on his. "I love you, Dean Winchester." He tilted Dean's head up slightly, pressing their lips together briefly, trying to ignore the sharp tang of iron on his mouth when he pulled away.

Dean gave a small sigh, pain canceled out with a sort of warm relief for just a moment. "Thank you…"

"Shut up." Cas replied, sounding like Dean for a moment.

"I hope…" Dean took a moment to catch his breath, even talking starting to exhaust him now. "I want to do that again…"

"We will."

"M'ybe without the blood."

"I'd like that."

Dean closed his eyes, this time leaning into the angel's chest on purpose. "Sam will be… soon." He whispered, feeling his grip on consciousness loosen. "How long?" He managed, words almost impossible to make out.

Just as he was trying to calculate, Cas heard the rumble of the impala at the end of the drive. "I can hear him now. Just keep breathing."

"I am. 'M breathing."

Cas pulled Dean closer, pressing another kiss against his forehead, letting himself get caught up in the relief of a promised rescue. It was going to be okay. "Thank you." --- Another shameless self-promoting cross-post with my Ao3!

This is also a one-shot from my "Prompted" series here.

#supernatural fanfic #spn #destiel #everybody so dramatic #why y'all so dramatic #just kiss already #stop bleeding all over the damn floor #what were you raised in a barn?

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oceandiagonale · 1 year

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OC Sunday is back!! I've been a little hesitant to send anything because I know you've been doin a LOT lately and didn't want to overwhelm you, but seeing people talk about their OCs got me excited enough to get over my nervousness ksjdhf. I mostly wanna talk about her because her relationship towards Volo is so vastly different from Gene's relationship with him and it's fascinating to me!

Without further ado, here she is! Her name is Alessandra, and she was who I played with during my first PLA Playthrough. She's also who I played during my Brilliant Diamond playthrough, sooo she's canonically pulled from my Brilliant Diamond world post-championship and saving the world. She's chipper, spunky, and determined to see the best in people no matter what.

Having come from a much gentler world though, she was... not prepared for the trials Hisui would throw at her. She ended up getting some kind of scar for every Noble fight I had trouble with (as well as a marking from Arceus when she got eebie-deebied).

Over her time in Hisui, she started losing some of her memories from Sinnoh- and though she tried to hide it, this freaked her out to NO end. The only person who knew was Volo, who she immediately got attached to because of how much he resembled Cynthia who she had seen as a big sister figure before her fall.

When the Red Sky spread across Hisui, she willingly left the village to try and find out how to fix things. Volo quickly joined her, amd her gratitude towards him only grew. As they went to contact the Lake Spirits, Mespirit sensed that there was something wrong with the vibes and tried to warn her, but she didn't listen.

And then, well... the confrontation at the Temple happened. Alessandra was so in shock that she thought it had to be a nightmare, some remnant of her memories of when she fought Cyrus trying to taint her current life. But it was soon clear enough that it was reality, no matter how unbelievable it was to her. Through tears and confusion, she sent out her Typloshion and the fight began.

After a long drawn out battle, her Leafeon almost dying after jumping in the way of Giratina's surprise strike aimed directly at her, Volo was defeated. She had won, but she couldn't even bring herself to speak. She simply sat there, the rest of her injured team huddled around her to protect her with the last of their strength, but it was unnecessary. By the time she snapped back to reality, Volo was gone, the plate he had been taunting her with left in his place.

Alessandra spent the next several weeks despondent, a total opposite to her normal self. Eventually she got herself together enough to do missions again, and there she encountered Volo again in the Solaceon Ruins. They argued back and forth for a while about whether this world was still salvagable and capable of change, and Alessandra offered to help Volo find a place in the world again if he helped her in contacting Arceus. She had never admitted it, but she had her own frustrations with Arceus dropping her here away from everything she'd ever known and knew if anyone could help her get answers, it was him.

Now the two have an awkward, uneasy alliance- Volo still confused on why she would offer him kindness after everything he'd done, and Alessandra just relieved to know that not everything Volo had done was a facade and that the man she'd grown to see as a brother was still in there.

TLDR;

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, HER DESIGN, HER STORY, 100% WOULD READ MORE ABOUT HER IN A HEARTBEAT 😭😭😭😭

I'm so glad she got to meet volo after everything, it's so 👁️👁️🥊🥊🥊🥊 that we NEVER get to see him again in game and like, resolve anything, and it's like so unfulfilling, so MAN thank goodness her story actually has some catharsis and healing in it 😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

also her character design is literally just so cute, the freckles being from arceus is such a unique take on a blessing mark, just 🥺🥺🥺

#oceandi answers #kaleidonope #Alessandra hero #others' ocs #pla spoilers

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mydreamsaremynightmare · 10 months

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Distant (R.T. x Reader) Pt.2

Pairing: Richie Tozier x GN! Reader

Summary: You and Richie had an argument, a huge one. It was so bad it had you questioning where your relationship stood, so you ask a friend for help to see if she can give you an idea on how to fix the situation.

Warnings: Swearing? that's really it, if there are any more, please feel free to tell me :)

Requested: Yes and No

Word Count: 1239 words

It had been three weeks, almost a month since the argument between you and Richie. Nothing has happened between you two, not counting the awkward accidental glances at each other in the school halls. It felt weird not being around Richie, you spent all of your time with him and the friend group, but they haven't said anything to you. They don't have any idea what happened to you, they've caught the hint that something has been fishy between the two of you, but they don't give two fucks to dig deep into it. However, since you've been kinda lonely in the past few weeks, you've had a lot of time to yourself to think about your current situation. Are you and Richie still dating? Are you over? Either way, you're not sure if you really want to find out because even though Richie is notorious for being an ass hat, you still love him and genuinely don't want to end things with him, not like this at least. You want to fix it, but you don't know how.

You look around your room and at the pictures and souvenirs you've accumulated over the years from friends and adventures when eventually your line of sight falls on a particular redhead with short hair, the only other girl in the school who isn't a complete snake. You reached over to grab the phone on your nightstand and dialed her number. Within two rings a familiar voice reaches your ears.

"Hello, Beverly Marsh speaking."

"Hey Bev, it's y/n." you say timidly.

"Hey y/n!! What's up?" she asks.

"I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at the downtown diner and hang out? I want to talk to you about something, if that's alright with you," you say that last few words scaredly. No matter how many deep talks you've had with Bev, you always are hesitant.

"Yeah, of course, is everything alright?" you pause for a few seconds.

"Not really? I don't know." you sigh.

"That's okay, let's meet up soon. How does 1:00pm sound?" you immediately say yes, and hang up the phone. Filled with nerves to talk, but also excited to see Bev.

Bev immediately agreeing to meet up with you made you feel relieved. Not having had a girls' day in a while really takes a toll on someone, especially if you hang around with boys who compare their loogie sizes. Since you both agreed to meet up at the town diner, you decide to share a milkshake and a basket of fries while you talked.

"So how come I never see you around anymore? Especially without Richie? I haven't seen you guys together in a hot second." She stated while grabbing a few fries from the basket placed in the middle of the table.

You roll over the words and what to say to her, "Richie and I haven't really been great lately." You say, slowly making eye contact with her.

"I mean yeah, I kinda got that much. Richie won't stop running his mouth about what happened, he never actually says anything, just that he fucked up." She chuckled while taking a sip of the chocolate milkshake, humming at the taste of it.

You process the words she had said, if he had felt so bad, why hadn't he said anything? You knew Richie wasn't the best with confrontation and his emotions so it didn't surprise you. You sigh, grabbing a few fries from the basket yourself, eating them one by one and slowly.

"Hey, you okay?" Bev asks, snapping you out of your thoughts, "thinking" you say, still not looking at her, "I noticed that much girl, what happened between the two of you?" She asked. You mulled it over, thinking if you should tell her, but decided to. She's your best friend that you've been close with since you were five years old in kindergarten, and besides, you need to vent a little bit.

"Richie had been neglecting me for a few weeks, and knowing him, that is unusual, I mean, when was the last time you saw the man not holding my hands, my waist, holding me, the point is, the man is clingy, so I went to visit him, see if everything was alright. Spoiler alert, it wasn't. I went to his house and when he greeted me at the door he was very cold, and not like his usual self, but he let me in any way. I went to his room, he followed me there, and that's when all hell broke loose, I confronted him about it, and he yelled at me, called me a damn crybaby, and told me to fucking leave. Without an apology or an explanation. And now, we haven't talked in weeks and I'm scared because I literally don't know what our relationship is, and to be honest, it scares me, so I was hoping you could help me, give me an idea, just give me the damn balls to say something." You say the last sentence with a single breath, inhaling deeply when you're done.

Bev just sat there with her eyes wide, but her head on her hands, listening to every word coming out of your mouth. "I'm sorry Y/N, I truly am, I figured something was up but I didn't really think how fucked up it was. I'll be honest, I won't get in the middle of the both of you since this is your relationship and you guys are my best friends, but I'm not taking sides even though from the sound of it Richie was an absolute dick, still, my point stands." you let out a sigh, feeling tears brim in your eyes but Bev reached over and wiped them, then grabbed your hands and held yours in hers, "However, I'm gonna give you encouragement. That man loves you to the end of the earth, so I also suggest talking to him about what caused him to be so distant. You guys love each other and I truly believe you guys belong with each other, so go see him. Meet him somewhere, bike to his house, just talk to him please Y/N, because I don't think you guys or the group can take it, so please Y/N." Bev was practically begging and giving you puppy eyes and a pouty lip, squeezing your hands over and over again. You sigh and lean back in your seat, still holding her hands, "Thank you, Bev, seriously." you give her hand one last squeeze, and she squeezes your hand tightly. You exit the booth, making sure to leave her some money so she can pay for the meal, and leave the diner, hopping onto your bike and pedaling to your house to create a plan, making a plan for your and Richie's sake.

#it chapter 1 #richie tozier #fluff #angst #bev marsh #it

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jahduh · 1 year

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Title: Please Don't Leave Me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word count: 2,224

Triggers: self-harm, cutting, suicide

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You were staggering - the knife in your leg the cause. This hunt had not gone as expected… and Dean was furious. You removed the blade from your leg and quickly wrapped your torn sleeve around it to stop the bleeding.

Without looking at Dean or Sam, you said “I’ll meet you in the car”, and stormed away. You knew there was going to be hell to pay and you weren’t looking forward to it. Dean was going to rip you a new one for messing up yet another hunt. This should have been easy, but you just had to get in the way.

The drive back to the bunker was a silent one. Everyone was tired and on edge. You tried to get out of the car as quickly as possible to avoid a confrontation with Dean. You were caught by the arm just as you got inside - it was Dean, and you knew what was coming.

“How could you jump in front of me Y/N?! You could have been killed! What were you thinking?!”

“Let me go Dean, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No, Y/N. We are going to talk about this. This is the third time you’ve pulled a stunt like this! It’s like you’ve got a death wish or something!”

“I thought that vetala was going to bite you, so I improvised. Don’t worry, I won’t do it again.”

“Oh, I won’t need to worry. You’re not going on anymore hunts any time soon. You’re too much of a risk at this point. I can’t keep dropping focus on the hunt to save your ass.”

That was it - that was all you needed to confirm how you’ve been feeling lately. You knew you were a burden to the boys, and that one day they would realize that too. That day had finally come. You managed to wrestle your arm away from Dean and you stalked off to your room. You could hear him fuming to Sam as you walked away.

When you got to your room you went straight to the bathroom. That’s where you kept your medical supplies so you could bandage up your leg. After you got cleaned up, you headed over to your nightstand where you kept another set of essential supplies - your cutting kit. No one knew that you cut yourself on an almost weekly basis. It was easy enough to hide. If one of the boys happened to see something, you would just blame it on a recent hunt. Not that either of them cared to mention it, even if they did see.

You got your blade out and rolled up your non-torn sleeve. You slowly made a slice down your forearm. It stung and burned in the best way. This was one of the few ways you knew to calm yourself, especially after a bad hunt or an argument with Dean. This pain was one of the few things your could control in your life, and you were desperate for it. After a few more slices you felt calm enough that you could lay down, so you bandaged up your arm and rested your head on your pillow. You wanted to sleep, but that never came easy to you. You lay there until, finally, you drift off to sleep.

It had been about three weeks since the vetala hunt. You had tried to distance yourself as much as possible from the boys. Sam tried to get you to talk but you were done. You were just biding your time until one of them asked you to leave. Dean didn’t seem to want anything to do with you, which you thought was long overdue.

You were sitting in the kitchen at 2 AM, munching on some old pizza when Dean walked in. You immediately got up to leave when Dean asked,

“What is wrong with you? Why have you been avoiding me?”

Without saying a word, you turned to leave but Dean grabbed you by the arm.

“Y/N, talk to me. Tell me what I can do!”

“What you can do?! I think you’ve done enough. Now let me go Dean.”

“What do you mean? What have I ever done to you?”

You scoffed. “As if you don’t know.”

Dean’s look of surprise turned to one of anger. He had come in here wanting to figure out how to fix this situation, but now all he wanted to do was yell.

“And what exactly am I supposed to know? You never talk to me anymore Y/N! All you do is fuck up our hunts and act like a bitch after. It’s like you don’t care what happens to anyone or anything. It’s like you hate being around me and Sam now.”

You just stared at him, unable to speak - trying desperately not to start crying.

“Nothing to say, yet again?! Well if you really hate being here so much then why don’t you just leave!”

That was your final straw. Dean had finally said it - he wanted you gone. You stormed out of the kitchen, hurtling past Sam as he was just coming in.

“Y/N?” Said Sam. With a confused look, he turned to face Dean. “What the hell was that about?”

Dean went on to tell Sam of the interaction. Sam couldn’t believe that Dean had told you to leave. Dean couldn’t quite believe it himself. He was just so angry and confused. He wanted to know what was going on with you, but you wouldn’t let him in.

When you got into your room, you slammed the door shut. There were no locks on the door so you moved your chair to block it. You had made your decision on the way up that today was the day you were going to end it all, and you didn’t want anyone coming in. It was official - no one wanted you around, and you were tired of being a burden. You went to your nightstand and grabbed the knife from your kit. You took it into the bathroom and just stared at yourself for a minute in the mirror. All the horrible thoughts you have about yourself, confirmed by the one person you love the most.

You turned around and slid down the counter onto the floor. It was cold, but you didn’t mind. You looked at the blade in your hand as a single tear ran down your cheek. You somehow felt relieved that it was finally going to end. You put the blade to your arm, just below the crook of your elbow, and drew a line down to your wrist. The pain wasn’t enough though, you needed more. You drew another line alongside the first and started to feel a little lightheaded. You switched hands with the blade and did the same on your other arm.

You could feel the blood running down your arms and you welcomed the feeling. It was the first warmth you’d felt in so long. You felt tired though, and slumped over onto the floor. You could hear some sort of distant banging, but figured it was your heartbeat slowly fading. Then, everything went black - and you finally felt peaceful.

Dean had found himself in front of your door. He knocked, but no response.

“Y/N? You awake?” Still no response. It hadn’t been that long since you came up here. Feeling a little worried, Dean went to open the door, just to make sure you were okay. When he couldn’t get it open, he knew something was wrong. He started pounding on the door and calling your name. Finally, he got the door open and saw you slumped on your bathroom floor, sitting in a pool of blood.

“Y/N!” He screamed as he ran over to you. He grabbed any towels he could find and pulled your into his arms. Wrapping the towels around your arms, he screamed for Sam.

Sam came rushing into the room, panicked at the sound of his brother’s voice. “What happened?!”

“I don’t know, I just found her like this. What do we do?! SAM, WHAT DO WE DO?!”

Sam had never seen his brother so desperate before, it took him a second for his mind to comprehend. “I’ll call for Cas! He can heal her!”

The bunker still had the angel sigils, so Sam had to run outside for Cas to hear him. It felt like an eternity to Dean before Sam and Cas entered the room.

“Let me have her” said Cas as he took you in his arms. He moved you to the bed and gently laid you down. He placed his hands over your arms and a gentle light emanated from them. All watched as your wounds disappeared, as if they were never there. You didn’t wake though, and this had Dean even more panicked.

“Why isn’t she waking up?”

“Her body is healed, but her mind is not. I could not see anything, which means she is in a very dark place. It will be up to her to wake or not.”

Dean sat by your bed for hours waiting for some sign of life, other than your chest gently moving up and down as you breathed. At least he could take comfort in the fact that you were at least breathing.

When you did finally open your eyes, you saw Dean sleeping in the chair next to your bed, looking a little worse for wear. You couldn’t believe you were still here, in the bunker. You couldn’t believe Dean go to you in time, and you were angry.

“Dean. Dean!” You said to wake him up.

When he roused there was a look of relief on his face that confused you.

“Get out of my room” you said as confidently as you could muster, trying your hardest not to cry.

Dean looked at you completely dumbfounded. “What?”

“I said, get out of my room.”

“Y/N, how can you say that to me? I saved your life, again I might add.” He couldn’t understand why you were acting this way toward him. What had he done to hurt you so badly?

“I never asked you to save me Dean. In fact, I didn’t want you to. I wanted to die on that bathroom floor! You had no right -“

“Excuse me?!” Dean cut you off. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could she be angry at him for saving her life? “I had no right?! I had no right to save my best friend?! To save the one person I can turn to, no matter what? I had no right? Tell me what I did to make you hate me this way.”

Tears were now streaming down your face. You had never heard Dean say you were his best friend, or that he could always count on you. You had no idea he felt that way. You thought he hated you.

“I don’t hate you” you said almost inaudibly.

“Then tell me Y/N. Tell me what happened.”

“I thought you hated me. I thought you hated me the way I hate myself. I can’t do anything right, you said so yourself. I just mess everything up. I’m just a burden and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of fighting the thoughts and feelings in my head. The thoughts and feelings everyone around me must have too. I just can’t take it anymore. I want it to end. I want everything to end.”

Dean was taken aback. He had no idea you were feeling this way. He wished you had told him. He would do anything to make you feel as loved as you make him feel.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Y/N, you are one of the most important people in my life. I don’t know what I would do without you… I can’t live without you. You mean everything to me. How could you not see that?”

Dean took your hand in his. “I love you Y/N. Please, don’t leave me like everyone else does. I need you with me.”

You didn’t know what to say. You felt as though you must have died and this was some hell designed to torture you with something you could never have.

“Dean…. Please stop…. I know you don’t mean any of this….”

Dean knew in that moment he would have to show you how much you mean to him. He leaned in and kissed you tenderly on your forehead, then pressed his to yours.

“I will spend the rest of my life showing you what you mean to me.”

He then pulled your chin up, so you eyes met his, and kissed you. Not just any kiss - this kiss had every unsaid word, every wishful touch, every stolen glance, everything he could muster to show you his love for you.

You could feel it too. His kiss was gentle, but also desperate and wanting. You didn’t know a kiss could feel this way. You felt all your cares melt away under his slightly chapped lips. It was like color was returning to your world.

You broke away from Dean, and he looked at you confused. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I love you Y/N. I always have. I’m sorry I didn’t show you that sooner.”

#supernatural #dean x female!reader

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knsm-idk123456-blog · 1 month

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couple breaker

My name is Alice, and I am known as the couple breaker in my town. It's not a title that I am particularly proud of, but it's the truth.

It all started when I moved to this small town after my parents divorced. I was a lonely and rebellious teenager, looking for adventure and excitement. That's when I met Adrian, the love of my life. He was kind, charming, and everything I ever wanted in a man. We fell in love with each other and soon became the talk of the town.

However, our relationship was not happily ever after. As much as I loved Adrian, I couldn't help but notice how many unhappy couples there were in our town. It became my mission to 'fix' these broken relationships and give these women a chance at true happiness. I started to flirt with men who were in unhappy marriages, and before I knew it, I had become the reason for their breakups.

My friends thought I was crazy, but I couldn't stop myself. I was addicted to the thrill of breaking up couples and making them realize that there was a better life waiting for them. And I was good at it. Soon, I gained a reputation as the couple breaker, and many women came to me for guidance in their relationships.

But everything changed when I met Sarah, a woman who was happily married to her high school sweetheart, Will. I was immediately drawn to Sarah's genuine love for Will, and I couldn't bring myself to break them up. I tried to stay away from them, but Sarah kept seeking my advice. She told me that she felt like their marriage was falling apart, and she didn't know what to do.

I couldn't resist the temptation, and I flirted with Will, hoping to show him what he was missing in his marriage. But to my surprise, he didn't fall for it. He loved Sarah with all his heart, and he could see right through my tricks. He confronted me, and I couldn't deny my actions.

Feeling guilty, I apologized to Sarah and promised never to interfere in their marriage again. But the damage was already done. Will and Sarah's relationship was strained, and they decided to take a break.

Watching their love crumble because of my actions, I finally realized the gravity of what I had been doing. I had brought pain and suffering to countless couples, all in search of excitement and adventure. It was time for me to take responsibility for my actions and make amends.

I went to Adrian and confessed everything to him. I expected him to be angry and to leave me, but instead, he stood by my side and helped me make things right. Together, we reached out to all the couples I had broken up and helped them reconcile. It was a difficult and humbling process, but it gave me a sense of peace that I had never felt before.

As for Sarah and Will, they eventually found their way back to each other, stronger and more in love than ever before. I learned my lesson and promised to never meddle in other people's relationships again.

Although I will always be known as the couple breaker in my town, I have learned that love is not to be played with. And I am now content with being just Alice, living a simple life with the man I love by my side.

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because-of-a-friend · 3 years

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Enemies to Lovers!Jeonghan

MASTERLIST

One day I will come up with titles for my works lol.

Hi Hannah!!!! Thanks for requesting! I loved doing this one! I went ahead and went with Jeonghan cuz I feel like he fits this trope best! Sorry you had to wait so long, this particular fic got deleted like... three times so it was a struggle lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I hope this is a good one, I’m realizing I get real insecure about my writing anytime I’m not doing a bulletpoint or reaction fic, so I don’t feel great about this time. Also I only started recently putting actual detail into my kiss scenes and idk how I’m doing with those???? Like do they seem ok??? Also I feel like I make it so obvious that I am such a sucker for SVT having cute nicknames for siblings, friends, partners, etc in fics lol. Anyways...

Also, I really said: Jeonghan... but in different types of lighting

Remember I don’t own the gif! Link to OP is right there if you want to go give the creator some love!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions eating, reader is using female pronouns (I will keep things gn unless you request differently), I think that’s it, pls let me know if I missed any

You’re not sure exactly how it happened. It was probably just an instance of getting off on the wrong foot, that led to more awkward interactions, giving both of you the wrong impression of each other. You knew this, you could rationalize it all. You were well aware that all it would take was one “I think we might have the wrong idea of each other” conversation and it would all be over. You could easily fix it all, but…

But his stupid smug face. The sarcastic jokes. The never-ending pranks that were not as funny as he thought they were. His ridiculous arrogance. His overall unapologetic nature towards all of it.

You couldn’t help but hate Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

“I don’t know, Wonnie…” you say uneasily over the phone. In previous years, you’d go over to the dorm without hesitation. You loved spending time with your brother and many of the other boys. But ever since you had officially met and begun interacting with Jeonghan…

“C’mon, [Y/N]! I bought that new game you were talking about! We can play it together on my gaming system!” Wonwoo began to persuade. You knew you’d give in; you always did. Your brother was far too sweet a person and far too comforting a presence to reject. The question was how long did you want to argue with him about going to the dorm.

You sighed, accepting defeat early to save time, “I’ll head over there in a bit.”

Wonwoo gives a small cry of victory, “Ok, I’ll have Gyu make extra ramen.” Wonwoo abruptly hangs up the phone right after, leaving you in silence to groan in regret of your decision.

You immediately straighten yourself out, though, trying to put yourself in a mindset of determination. What were you thinking? Just because you and that asshole didn’t get along meant you couldn’t go see your own twin brother without feeling uncomfortable? Screw that! If he wanted to keep the peace then he was going to have to start watching where he stepped around you.

*****

You knocked loud and clear on the door of their dorm, knowing that with thirteen people living inside, it was usually too noisy for them to hear someone signal their arrival. To your relief, Seungcheol opened the door just moments after you knocked and greeted you with a warm smile followed by a hand sneaking into your hair to ruffle it, “Hey there, kiddo! How’s it hanging?”

“Just fine,” you tilt your head down slightly in his direction as you pass him to enter the dorm. “How are things here?” As soon as you ask, your ears are met with the noise of someone dropping something in the kitchen, followed by Seungkwan crying in alarm.

“Same as always, I supposed,” Seungcheol sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “I think Mingyu and Wonwoo are already in the computer room, if you want to go ahead and see them!”

“Ok, thanks Cheol!” you call as you both rush off in different directions, him towards the kitchen and you towards the small room that would provide you solace from the possibility of having to see Yoon Jeonghan.

You were determined not to let things go how they usually did: you with your mouth clamped shut as Jeonghan spoke whatever teasing words he had saved up for you, and the most you can do to fight back is by rolling your eyes and finding any way to get away from him.

This time, you would still avoid contact with him, but if it happened, you’d speak your mind and not care what he thought, since that’s how he treated you.

But there was no sign of him or anyone else as you walked to the computer room. You could hear Mingyu and Wonwoo yelling and cheering at the game long before you opened the door. It was pitch black inside, the piercing light of the screen making you squint your eyes.

The two men inside both turn immediately to check who offended their dark space with the soft, yellow light from the hallway.

“Oh [Y/N], you came!” Mingyu beams up at you. You nod, matching his bright expression.

“How’s the game?” you ask simply, looking up to your brother.

“We like it so far,” Wonwoo’s smile is wide, he always gets excited about new games, whether they’re good or not. He leans over to grab a can of some sort of energy drink before gulping it down. “We left some ramen for you over there on the table. Eat first, then I’ll let you have a turn.”

You roll your eyes, though Wonwoo was only mere minutes older than you, he found those moments to be enough leverage to order you around and act like you should be dependent on his care. There were times when he even referred to himself as “oppa” to you and insisted that you do the same.

Most of the time you let it slide, especially when you weren’t in the mood to argue. However, there were times when you’d pull out the “We’re the same age,” “Even if you’re older, I’m smarter,” or “Don’t boss me around when I’m more mature than you” cards at the drop of a hat.

“Can you at least turn on the LEDs while I eat?” you ask, tip-toeing in the darkness towards the table at the back end of the room. You hear a click before a soft blue glow fills the room, finally giving you a clear view of your path. You pull the bowl of ramen towards you as you sit and resist the urge to comment on how little they left you. The dorm was filled with food anyways, you could find more later if you got hungry again.

Wonwoo and Mingyu begin to eagerly tell you what they like about the game as you eat. You listen happily, feeling safe in the presence of your brother and friend.

Then of course…

“Hey you two, Cheol wanted me to remind you that we have to get up early tomorrow,” you can’t help the sour expression that comes over your face as Jeonghan enters the room to speak to Wonwoo and Mingyu. “Oh, hey there cutie, I didn’t know you were here!” His smirk makes you sick.

“Don’t call me that,” you say bitterly into the nearly empty bowl.

Wonwoo looks nervously between you and his bandmate, well aware of the dislike you have for him. He’s grateful that you’ve always kept it so civil, but still feels bothered by the unrest between you.

Jeonghan lets out a little giggle in response, and Wonwoo feels a tug in the pit of his stomach, he wishes Jeonghan wouldn’t be so hard on you sometimes. He knows his hyung doesn’t mean anything by it, but you…

You feel your heart sink as Jeonghan steps fully into the room, striding to sit across from you at the table. You can only stare in wonder at his audacity as he slides the bowl towards himself and finishes off the ramen in one bite.

“I was eating that,” you try to keep your tone measured, attempting to keep within the balance of standing up for yourself but not starting any drama that would affect the boys.

“Go make more if you’re hungry, then,” Jeonghan says casually, making your anger positively flare.

You don’t even give your brother the chance to mediate, jumping up from your place and leaving the room, wanting to be anywhere but around that prick.

*****

“You’re leaving already?” Mingyu pouts at you.

“Gyu, I’ve been here for hours,” you laugh, stretching out your fingers as they start to prick from pain of slamming into a keyboard for so long. You had returned to the computer room but only after Jeonghan left. Part of you had wished you had done more to confront him; another part was glad you didn’t start a fight and put Wonwoo in an awkward position. “Besides all of you, as well as me have to get up early tomorrow, it’s already late. I need to get back home.”

“You can stay here,” Wonwoo was quick to offer.

You shook your head at him, “Then I’ll just have to get up even earlier, I’ll go back to my place.” Wonwoo nods almost reluctantly, standing to walk you out.

All of you run into Joshua on your way to the front door, he turns out to be the only one smart enough to ask how you got there.

“Oh, I took the bus,” you say slowly, knowing this is about to cause issues.

“Well, the last one would have already stopped running by now,” Mingyu says looking at the time on his phone.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Josh offers immediately.

You bring your hands up to shake them back and forth, “No, no, I can find a way home, you all need to go to bed.”

“[Y/N],” Wonwoo speaks up immediately in that stern voice you hate but also can’t help but listen to, “let Josh take you home. It’s either that or you stay here, I won’t have you walking around alone at night.” Wonwoo waits a moment to gauge your expression. He finally nods affirmatively, before speaking directly to Joshua, “Take her home, please.”

Joshua nods before walking off to grab his keys. You and Wonwoo send Mingyu off to bed. Once you’re alone, your brother pulls you in for a tight hug. “Do you want me to say something to him?” he asks lowly.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to cause any problems with you guys.” You sit in silence for a moment. “Come and stay over with me sometime, I miss our sleepovers.”

Joshua comes back and Wonwoo pulls away, “Thanks, hyung. Please get her home safe.” For the second time that night, your hair gets ruffled before your brother disappears to go off to bed.

The ride home with Joshua is comfortable. He speaks kindly to you and makes you smile.

You begin to wonder how amongst all these angels, there exists a person like Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

Wonwoo used the new game as leverage to guilt you into coming over quite often in the following weeks. You hadn’t realized how much you had limited your time at the dorm until you started going consistently once more. It was nice being able to spend time with the boys again. You hated that Jeonghan had become such an unbearable presence that it affected your relationship with the rest of your friends.

But ever since you had started to stand your ground and talk back, he had finally begun to avoid you. You supposed it was only fun for him when you sat there and took it.

It didn’t stop the two of you from bickering when you saw each other, but now both of you preferred to avoid each other instead of Jeonghan seeking you out to tease you.

The following weeks of visiting were fairly comfortable. Whenever Jeonghan wasn’t around, you got to spend plenty of time with the other boys and your brother. Plus, the new video game was even better than expected.

Jeonghan’s presence slowly became uncomfortable in a different way.

Instead of being smug and overbearing, he became strangely quiet around you. His facial expressions became more serious as he sent genuine glares your way before letting out bitter remarks and going on his way.

It made you even angrier.

Who the hell was he to torture you all this time and then act like a kicked puppy when you finally fought back???

Your anger and his bitterness slowly escalated the tension between you two. Although they were happening less frequently, the arguments between you became more serious and almost hurtful.

Whatever, you told yourself, he could do as he pleased, you wouldn’t let it affect you anymore.

*****

You stared down at your phone screen. Why? Why did it have to be here, while you were at the dorm?

The call was only five minutes. They didn’t even do it in person. Of course, they had warned that because of hard times, there’d be lay-offs soon. But they couldn’t even do it in person? And all you got was a simple “Sorry, come collect your things on Monday”??? You were a hard worker, passionate about the job, more efficient than most of your coworkers and this is how they treated you???

A part of you could’ve guessed, many of the employees your age had gotten in because of nepotism. But you didn’t want to believe that they’d just brush off all your years of hard work just to avoid stepping on the toes of higher-ups who had relative connections hired at the company.

You squatted against the wall of the hallway, still too in shock to move.

So, you simply sat in silence, for what seemed like forever.

“You good?” you had never felt worse than the exact moment his voice reached your ears.

“Go away,” you said sternly, knowing you’d be crying soon.

“Geez, forgive me for asking,” Jeonghan responds before turning to walk away. He stops abruptly after you sniffle. “So, you’re not ok?”

“No offense, Jeonghan,” you say hating the way your voice is shaking, “but you are the last person I want to speak to right now.”

There’s a heavy silence for a long moment. You silently pray that he’ll just leave. “Do you want me to get your brother?” he asks lightly.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to ruin the mood. I’m going to go home, just tell him I had a stomach ache.” You push yourself up and begin to walk briskly towards the door.

To your surprise, Jeonghan reaches out to stop you. You stare at his hand wrapped around your arm and wonder if you’ve ever even allowed him to touch you before. “It’s already late, let me give you a ride.”

You pull his hand off of you, “No, thanks.” You grab your coat and start to dig around in your purse to make sure you have all of your belongings.

“[Y/N],” Jeonghan’s voice rings clear in your head despite your brain feeling fuzzy. You don’t want to look at him. Who is this person that’s showing concern and speaking kindly? You don’t like it. It feels fake. It feels like a predator playing with a wounded prey. You’re just waiting for him to laugh or make a remark or do anything to make you feel worse than you already do.

But Jeonghan simply grabs the keys laying on the front table, grabs your arm once more, and leads you out to the car.

*****

The ride is suffocatingly silent. You wished he’d at least turn on some music to cover up the sound of your crying, but you remained in the quiet. You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, letting the warm night air and sound of wind comfort you. Since you were turned away from him completely, you didn’t see Jeonghan glancing over at you throughout the drive.

You couldn’t have left that car faster when you finally pulled up to your apartment.

To your dismay, Jeonghan also gets out, apparently intent on walking you up.

“You don’t have to-” you start but abruptly stop when he gives you a look telling you an emotion you don’t quite understand.

Jeonghan finally speaks when you’re riding the elevator up to your floor, “I don’t really mean it, you know.”

“Mean what?” you say weakly, starting to feel the exhaustion from crying so much.

“When I talk to you like that… I mean when I’m… rude,” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Usually it’s just teasing, but obviously I went too far with you. And I didn’t realize it until you started showing how upsetting it was for you. I should’ve known before that, though.”

“You seemed ruder after I started talking back,” you say, confused.

“I was just being petty and defensive. I kept telling myself things like: It’s her fault, isn’t it? She should have made it more clear from the beginning that it was upsetting her. How was I supposed to know? But that was just me being immature, I should’ve just talked to you.”

“Is that an… apology, Yoon Jeonghan?” you ask, letting yourself be a little smug.

For the first time, you get a genuine smile out of him, “Maybe.”

There’s more silence for a second.

“It’s a two-way road, though,” you say finally.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, I could have also come and talked to you instead of letting things escalate,” you say. “I played some part in all of this… unpleasantness. You can’t entirely blame yourself.”

Jeonghan smiles again, reaching out to ruffle your hair the way Seungcheol always did. Then he takes a dramatic deep breath and rolls his shoulders, “There! That feels better, doesn’t it? We can finally be friends!”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, but you feel it too, a weight has been lifted.

*****

Wonwoo showed up at your door in the middle of the night that night. You took one look at his frantic face and groaned, “I told Jeonghan I would tell you myself.”

“You should have told me immediately!” your brother pouts as he passes you to walk into your apartment.

“I didn’t want to worry you so late, especially when all of you were having a good time. I was going to tell you tomorrow,” you close the door behind him. You watch as he turns on the TV and starts picking through your pantry. “Hmmm, yes it seems quite clear that you came here out of concern for me,” you can’t help but use a sarcastic tone.

Wonwoo sends a glare your way as he grabs snacks and settles on the couch. You sit next to him, grabbing your fair share of the food. You try to keep your attention on the show, but the feeling of Wonwoo staring straight at you is distracting.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you sigh.

“Really? Because Jeonghan described you as an emotional wreck,” your brother scoffs.

“I was just shocked and upset. I’ll be ok. I have a good resume, I can find a new job,” you insist.

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to work-”

“I don’t care how much you make,” you interrupt. “I’m not going to depend on you. It’ll just make trouble for both of us.”

“Will you at least let me help out if there’s any problems before you find a new job?” Wonwoo kicks at your leg.

“Like I would even tell you if I was having trouble,” you return his kick.

“You just can’t help but be difficult,” your brother complains quietly.

You let the sound of the show take over the room for a few minutes. “I do have good news,” you finally speak up, wanting to give your brother some peace of mind about something. “Me and Jeonghan made up. We figured it out.”

Wonwoo bolts upright with a grin on his face, “Really??? It’s really all good now?”

“100%,” you say, unable to stop yourself from pinching your brother’s cheeks, finding his excited expression cute.

“Let’s celebrate soon then! We can have a big gaming party with all of the boys!” You agree to your brother’s proposal. You feel content in this moment, knowing you’ll wake up in the morning in an uncomfortable position, immediately kick at his legs and tell him to get his stinky feet away from you.

*****

Your time at the dorm increases with the weight of you and Jeonghan’s rivalry being gone. You’re enjoying getting to know him as a friend instead of constantly walking on eggshells around him. Going to visit the boys is once again a happy and comfortable experience.

You hadn’t realized how much Jeonghan had affected you until you two had worked things out. The world felt light again and you could breathe, no longer in constant worry of possibly ruining things between your brother and his bandmates.

You hoped things would remain without complications for a long time.

*****

“Seungkwan, you should come with us!” you begged. “The carnival only comes once a year; you can’t miss it!”

“But it’s so crowded and there are screaming kids everywhere,” Seungkwan complains.

“Oh, whatever,” Soonyoung interjects. “You love it every time we go.”

Seungkwan gives Soonyoung a look that has you laughing through your mouthful of ramen. “Oh, shoot,” you say feeling liquid start to dribble down your chin. “Can I get a napkin?”

“Here’s one,” you hear Jeonghan’s voice as he enters the room. You reach out to grab the napkin as Seungkwan and Soonyoung continue bickering. But instead of handing it to you, Jeonghan extends his hand not holding the napkin towards you. His fingers come to lightly touch your chin and turn you towards him. Jeonghan wipes your face with the napkin himself, taking the time to make sure it’s really all clean. “All better,” he smiles at you, running his thumb across your chin to check its cleanliness one last time.

As Jeonghan walks away, you turn to see if Seungkwan or Soonyoung saw what had happened. They were still arguing, though. The boys showing you physical touch or affection wasn’t really all that uncommon. But for some reason, the way Jeonghan had grabbed your chin just now… Why was your heart beating so hard?

*****

You couldn’t stop yourself from dragging Wonwoo all over the carnival. It was nice to get out in this environment, the lights, the laughter, the food, the games, the rides. You wanted to do everything, but not before you looked at all there was and took in the spectacle.

You could hear all the boys laughing excitedly behind you, you knew they’d want to try everything as well. You shook your head at Seungkwan’s bright expression, you couldn’t wait to play the ‘I told you so’ card later.

The night was a blur. All of you ran from games to rides to snacks and then all over again.

You couldn’t help but stop completely in your tracks as you passed a booth with a giant stuffie of your favorite animal as a prize. Your fascination with the plushie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You want me to win it for you?” Jeonghan’s voice is suddenly speaking right into your ear. You jump after realizing he was right behind you. You grip your cotton candy a bit tighter and shyly nod. The way Jeonghan grins at you fills you with warmth.

You watch him walk over to the booth. His light hair and pink shirt were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding lights. Jeonghan takes his wallet out and hands some bills to the vendor. You step up closer to stand next to him as he plays the game. He laughs as he chats back and forth with the vendor. You watch in awe as Jeonghan clears the game, no problem.

“Anything from the top shelf!” the vendor exclaims happily.

“That one please,” Jeonghan points right at the stuffie you had been staring at.

“It’ll be a wonderful memory for your girlfriend,” the vendor smiles as he hands the prize directly to you.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Of course!” Jeonghan interrupts you almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to pull you away from the game. “We’ll cherish it for a long time! Thanks for the game!” The vendor waves kindly as you two walk away. After a moment, Jeonghan pulls his arm off of you, “Sorry, sometimes it’s just easier to agree than explain, you know?” You nod in agreement. “Wait a second,” he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and standing in front of you. Before you can ask what’s wrong, his hand comes up towards your face as it had earlier that day. He quickly swipes his thumb across your lips before pulling to back to show you remnants of your cotton candy. “Do you always eat this messily?” he grins and then, to your surprise, puts his thumb in his mouth to clean it off.

You stand there, frozen, unable to really comprehend what just happened as Jeonghan walks away towards the other boys.

“For the second time today?” Soonyoung is suddenly standing next to you.

“So you did see what happened earlier!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly. “It was weird, right?!”

“Can’t tell yet,” Soonyoung replies cocking his head to the side and putting his hands in his pocket. “Sometimes Jeonghan is just sort of naturally flirtatious. But I’m not sure about you. I figured since you two didn’t get along at first, it’d take him awhile to warm up to you at that level. He seemed to get comfortable with you quite quickly.” Soonyoung turns and shrugs at you after his words.

“You’re no help at all,” you say emotionlessly. There’s a pause before both you and Soonyoung slowly look at each other and laugh at your quip.

You decide to brush off your new concerns about Jeonghan and enjoy this night with the boys. The vendor was right, it was a good memory, and you’re sure it’d last you for your whole lifetime.

*****

You hate yourself a bit for it, but you once again seem to be avoiding Jeonghan. He had made you so nervous that day, and the way your heart pounded… You didn’t want to get sucked into having a silly crush on him if he wasn’t actually trying to flirt with you.

No, from now on, interactions with Jeonghan would be friendly but short and appropriate.

You were stupid to think he wouldn’t notice.

It wasn’t long before there came a night when Jeonghan insisted that he be the one to give you a ride home. You couldn’t help the way your nerves spiked at his determination to be the one to take you. You knew he most likely wanted to talk to you about your sudden distance from him.

The ride itself was nice, Jeonghan rolled the windows down for you, remembering that you enjoyed the warm night air of summer. You talked comfortably with one another. Jeonghan was always able to make you smile so easily.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was just wearing a t-shirt and sweats but… His blonde hair being illuminated in the moonlight as he ran his hands through it and his bright smile as he laughed...

He really was beautiful.

Once again, Jeonghan came with you to walk you to your door. And once again, he finally spoke up in the elevator, “You’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the nickname. “Is everything ok? Did I do something to make you mad again?”

You quickly shake your head and pull your hands up to shake them as well, “No! Not at all!”

“You sure?” he insists.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you really don’t think I’d tell you if you did?” you say.

He giggles, “Yeah, that’s true. You’d let me know the moment I messed up, wouldn’t you?” The elevator dings and opens up to your floor. You and Jeonghan step out together. “Is everything else ok, then? You don’t start avoiding people for no reason.”

You nod as casually as possible, “Everything is great.” Your tone isn’t convincing and Jeonghan nudges you. “I guess, I just got… nervous? I mean one moment we were like enemies and then the next we were suddenly really… close, and-”

“I made you uncomfortable?” Jeonghan’s voice is slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong! It’s all on me, I just got caught up in my emotions and-” you stop abruptly when you realize what you were about to do.

Jeonghan nods quietly as if to say he understands, but what it is he understands, you’re not sure. “Is it ok for us to remain close, or do you want me to back off?”

“I don’t want any more distance between us, but…” you trail off.

“But, what?” he prompts you again.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea about anything…” you say, finally reaching your door.

Jeonghan watches as you slowly unlock your door and push it open, “You haven’t gotten the wrong idea about anything.” He avoids eye contact when you look up at him.

You’re shocked by his forwardness. But once he voices his thoughts out loud, you once again feel the feeling of a weight being lifted.

Jeonghan gestures for you to step inside, catching your arm once you fully pass him. He pulls you back to him, close enough for him to lean in and leave a quick kiss on your cheek, “Night, babe, I’ll see you later.”

You stand there, completely still, staring at your door that had shut closed in front of you. You can feel heat rise from the tip of your toes all the way up to your ears. You finally let yourself fall into a squatting position, covering your face with your hands, and letting out a squeal.

*****

Jeonghan invites you to meet up outside of the dorm. It’s a cute little coffee shop at a quiet part of the city. You’re already sitting when he walks in. Maybe one day, you won’t be completely caught off guard by his beauty… but today is not that day.

His whole person is bathed in the glow of the early morning light as he approaches you, the softest, most genuine smile gracing his face.

“No, don’t get up,” he says when you try to leave your chair, “I need to go off and order anyways.” Jeonghan leans down to kiss your forehead firmly. “I just wanted to come say hi first,” he whispers, holding your face close to his.

Your first date sets a wonderful precedent to the rest of your relationship. Jeonghan gets your heart racing with flirty comments and sweet touches. But he also makes you feel calm and content, easily keeping a smile on your face. You just feel… good throughout it all.

You insist on walking him back to the dorm, since they had schedules that day.

“So, we’ll be doing this again?” Jeonghan asks hopefully, as you reach the front door.

“Definitely,” you nod enthusiastically up at him, wondering how you had ever managed to despise the man that made you feel so whole and happy.

Jeonghan looks utterly happy and a tiny bit nervous as he stares down at you. His hand reaches up to brush back your hair before settling firmly against your face. Jeonghan looks at you so fondly as he leans in. His lips connect to yours… so softly… so sweetly. You can feel his nose nudge against your face to push it into a preferred position. He pulls back slightly after every little kiss to let out laughter so sweet, it sounds like it should be coming from the mouth of an angel. But he’s never far away for long, reconnecting to you quickly every time. You let him take the lead, allowing his lips to take care of yours, giving them the sweetest kind of attention. He pulls back for a moment longer to nuzzle his nose against yours, an action that has you gripping his shirt to keep him close. His hands keep themselves entertained by running across your face or through your hair.

He’s going back in to kiss you once again when he front door of the dorm opens, leaving you caught in the act. Wonwoo stares at you two for a long moment before making a single comment that causes you and Jeonghan to laugh.

“You know, when I said I wanted you two to have a better relationship, this isn’t exactly what I meant.”

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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Imagine getting hurt during the pursuit in Macau and Shang-Chi tending to your wounds afterwards.

(Part 2)

The entire flight in the helicopter you had a grimace on your face. You simply couldn't find a comfortable way to sit that did not irritate the bruising you had on your shoulder. By the way it burned and stung you could only guess that the epidermis of the area was torn off. Shang-Chi's eyes watched you like a hawk watches a wounded prey: closely, tirelessly. He immediately knew something was terribly wrong, not that you tried to hide it, but he decided against confronting you in the open. There were two reasons for such thoughts - he did not want to put you in an uncomfortable situation and, purely out of caution, he didn't want to alert his father that he could have the upper hand, a leverage on his son.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

"I...I don't think so," you answered. Trying to take your sweatshirt off, you stopped more or less halfway, unable to continue without feeling pain. The last thing you wanted was worrying Shang-Chi or, even worse, making him indirectly feel guilty. Of course, you could never blame him for his father's men hurting you but he will partially see it that way: it was him that pulled you into that situation and it was him who did not protect you. Not that you expected that from him.

"Let me do it," he said, not really waiting for your response. His voice had a slightly sad tone, the guilt must have already set in. Or it was anger, perhaps, directed at himself and his father. Shang-Chi grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and pulled it over your head.

"How bad is it?" You asked after Shang-Chi remained silent for a while.

"Well, you will have a scar."

"A scar? Damn, maybe I'll be cooler than you." You laughed, trying to lower the tension in the room. You couldn't see his face but Shang-Chi smiled to himself.

The man layed a small packaging of ointment, a few squares of gauze and a roll of adhesive tape on the bed that you were now sitting on, sideways, so he could tend to the wound.

"You already are, (Y/N)," he said as he started to rub the ointment around the abrasion. Shang-Chi's movements were so gentle one could write them off as fearful: the last thing he wanted was to cause you more pain.

He was being cautious but still, his hand brushed against the abrasion a few times, making you wince.

"Sorry," he whispered again. He was currently putting on the gauze and taping it to your skin with adhesive.

"It's all good, Shang-Chi," you assured him. After all, he was doing you a favor.

"No, (Y/N), it's not all good. I'm sorry I got you into all of this."

Shang-Chi was done with wrapping the bruise and as soon as his hands left your skin, you turned around to face him.

"It wasn't you that dragged me across the floor, you have nothing to be sorry about."

"I should've kept you safe. I had one job to do and I failed."

You took his hands into yours and squeezed them gently.

"None of what happened to me was your fault, Shang-Chi. You did your best like you always do."

The bed in the room was too small for the two of you, so you were basically lying on top of Shang-Chi. Judging by your steady, shallow breaths, you were getting the rest you needed.

Shang-Chi, however, couldn't sleep. One of his hands was draped around your waist while the other moved gently, absentmindedly against your warm skin. He could feel your steady breathing against his chest. The thoughts that occupied his restless mind were clouded by guilt, anger and worry. He kept thinking to himself whether there was something he could have had done differently to make sure you were safe and sound.

The truth was, there was nothing. He was only a man that did the best he could have. The more important thing was that he actually tried to fix what he thought he had done wrong. You were still alive, sleeping comfortably in his arms - the safest place he could possibly think of.

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 3 years

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regret | deacon x sole survivor

“i don’t feel the same way, charmer.” his voice was barely a whisper.

sole felt a lump grow in their throat as they tried to fight back the tears that threatened to escape. they tried to let out a simple, “okay, i understand,” but only silence filled the air.

deacon knows. he catches the tears building up in their eyes and knows their voice is silently attempting to scratch its way out.

he desperately wants to stop their pain, wipe their tears and remind them that he thinks no differently of their relationship, but something in his heart tugs as sole fights back to hide their vulnerability from him. “i’m sorry.” is all he truly lets out because in reality, his words are just as lost as soles own.

to sole, his words become a blur. their knees become weak as their vision becomes clouded with tears they refuse to let out.

‘i’ll give them time,’ he thinks but his feet struggle to find movement as he continues to stare down at sole, speechless for the first time in a long while.

before he could make a move, sole rushes out of the room, not sparing him a second glance. the sound of the door shutting behind him breaks deacon out of his trance, grounding him back to reality.

a tinge of regret pokes at his heart and he silently pushes it away, knowing that this was for the best. he didn’t have feelings for them and it was nothing but the truth.

or so he thought.

the next few weeks are almost a blur for him as his partner goes mia from the commonwealth. the first two weeks, he tries to let it be, convincing himself that sole might’ve needed some time to themselves to sort their feelings out, so he lets them. seeing them might be the last thing they need, so he tries to fight the urge to do so.

yet, as time goes by, the worry in his heart rapidly grows when they’re announced as missing by the minutemen. he grows unnaturally quiet upon hearing their words and feels himself grow weak at the possibilities of what could’ve happened to his partner.

searching far and wide did almost nothing for him and only flared his concern. there was little to no clues of their disappearance and the hope that he would find them sooner or later began to slowly deteriorate.

deacon takes in a deep breath, trying to soothe his mind of all the concern and regret. how could he let it get this bad? why couldn’t he at least check up on them day to day instead of running away?

deep down, he knew the truth of it all. it screamed volumes to him and no matter how much he tried to silence it, it grew louder with every passing second. he avoided sole as much as they avoided him because deacon refused to confront the truth between them both. he never provided closure because he never knew how to.

and the more he refused to face the reality of the situation, the longer the days stretched. he found himself pushing everyone away, spending countless nights with tears streaming down his face, hoping someday sole would just turn up on the railroads doorstep. he didn’t care if they forgave him or not— he just wanted to see them safe.

tonight, he found himself with a bottle in his hand, hunching over the counter as he drank the night. he silently thanked lady luck for landing him in an almost empty bar for no one to catch the state he put himself in. unbeknownst to him, a certain mercenary watched his back from the minute he’s entered the bar till the very last drop of his nth bottle.

“you know, i don’t think that’s a very healthy thing to do.” deacon looked over his shoulder, and though his vision continued to spin, he automatically recognized the annoying face that pestered him.

“let a man ‘ave fun, asshole.” he slurred, trying to push out a grin. maccready rolled his eyes and occupied the seat near deacon, folding his arms.

“i’m serious.” mac pulled the bottle away from his hands, tossing it to the bin nearby.

“hey, i was-!” before he could finish, the mercenary cut him off, not wanting to listen to a word that left his mouth. “do you wanna talk about it?”

his words cut through the facade he tried to pull off and deacon immediately fell silent upon his words. “i know we don’t meet eye to eye all that much, but i hate to see you like this.”

as much as he wanted to lie to his face, continue his said facade, he wasn’t physically able to upkeep that image anymore. it was extremely tiring, especially with everything going on. he let out a sigh and allowed his head to fall on his arms that rested on the table. “you wouldn’ understan’.”

theres a pregnant pause, but he eventually responds. “i don’t, but i could try.”

it takes him a few moments to decide whether or not to confide in someone, especially maccready of all people. to his dismay, the words leave his mouth before he could stop himself from letting it out.

“you won’t tell?” it’s a point of no return— he knows — but for some reason, he doesn’t take it back. was the consequences of actions finally getting to him? probably. he didn’t have time to think as maccready let out a small, but shocked, “of course.”

and so he lets it out— not everything — but enough for maccready to get the message. how it all lead up this point and how it contributed to their disappearance.

“i think i made a mistake.” he says, voice barely a whisper. “i made a huge fucking mistake and i don’t know what to do.”

mac looks down at agent with sympathy, detecting the pain trapped in his voice and sighs, “we all do. it’s just the human in us.”

the rest of his words grow obscured as his eyes droop, the alcohol and sleepless nights finally catching up to him. slowly, but surely, the world blacks out.

it’s almost dreamlike— the feeling of his hair being brushed softly and the way a familiar voice lulls him awake. he lets out a small groan as his head pounds violently from what he hoped was the night before. he thinks it’s all in his head; the soft touches and the soft voice that continued to fall upon his ears. it’s so painfully familiar, yet it couldn’t be but he felt his heart jump at the possibility of it.

“sole?” his eyes shoot open but close back in an instant as the gentle light illuminating from the window cracks filled his vision. his head dips on what seems to be their lap, trying to block it out desperately. he felt the same hand that brushed his locks rest on top of his eyes to protect it from the sunlight that only made his head throb more.

“morning sleepyhead.” upon hearing that sweet sound, tears began to form in his eyes once more. the one person he’s yearned to see for what seemed like centuries was finally within arms reach. just like that, his tears fell effortlessly, collecting in soles hand as it streamed down his cheeks.

“deacon?” before they could remove their hand to reveal the tears spilling from his eyes, he quickly places his hand on top of theirs as a silent request to keep his eyes hidden.

“i’m sorry.” he chokes out, voice cracking through each word that left his lips, “i’m fucking sorry. i-“ he gently squeezed the same hand that rested on top of theirs. sole remained silent, watching as he spoke through ragged breaths. he tried his best to muster out his apologies, thoughts — feelings — through the pounding of his mind.

“everything i said, it was a lie. it was all a fucking lie just to avoid having some kind of attachment in my life. i hurt you because i was scared of facing my fears.”

“lie? scared? deacon, what-,” their words drifted into nothingness as deacon continued on.

“no matter how much i tried to run away from it, i knew i couldn’t. i had feelings for you. feelings more than this partnership that we both agreed to do, more than the best friends we claimed to be.” at this point, his feelings poured through the cracks of his heart and he knew that he would fix it this time, even if sole no longer felt the same way. “i fell for you hard. i was in love with you and i still am, sole.”

after a deep breath, he continued on. “you don’t have to forgive me. you don’t even have to give me the chance to love you properly, i just want you to know i’m sorry. i’m sorry it had to take you to leave from my life for me realize how much this meant to me. how much you meant to me.”

for a moment, it’s still; the air seems tense at first and time seems to freeze. there’s this sense of fear that overtakes his mind for a mere second.

soon enough, time seems to continue on as sole places a soft kiss on his forehead, allowing it to linger for a few seconds. “we’ll talk about this more when you wake up, okay?” they whisper and as reassuring as it sounds, he’s still terrified. terrified that he’ll wake up alone.

“will you be here when i wake up?” he tries to let it out calmly, but there is a hint of panic and unsureness in his voice he couldn’t push away any longer. all of that seems to melt away as sole lets out a small chuckle, his heart swelling with a mix of pain and relief.

“yes.” they reassure, “i’ll be here for as long as you need me.”

he let out a relieved sigh, keeping his hand on top of the one that covered his eyes. for the first time in weeks, everything finally felt right.

“love you, charmer.” before he could hear their reply, he felt himself being pulled into slumber that quietly called his name.

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