#one time I was at a bar and ran into an acquaintance that was there alone. we hung out and talked for a few hours.

[throneofsapphics]

the other side 

young!Rhys x Reader 

Summary: “I hate you” “No you don’t”  and “How do you sleep at night?” “I usually go for a bed” with Rhys 

Warnings: drinking, bickering 

A/N: for this! (continued here)

Through the sweat, liquor, and various perfumes you still managed to pick up on that distinct sea and citrus smell. That scent only meant one thing. He was back, your good mood was about to take a turn.  

The High Lord’s son infuriated you. Usually stayed away from Velaris, you didn’t know where exactly he went - rumor had it somewhere in Illyria, but as long as he was away from you, you were fine with it. You’d suffered through lessons with him when you were younger, and that was plenty. The two of you always had it out for each other, bickering over one thing or another and constantly getting in trouble because of it. 

Still, each year when winter solstice came around, you mentally prepared yourself to deal with him. Maybe this time, if you stayed in the shadowed corner of the bar, he’d leave you the hell alone. It was a nice sentiment, but he loved tormenting you too much for that and you should’ve known it. 

“Fuck off,” you snarled as he slid into the stool next you. 

“Charming as always,” he braced one forearm on the wooden bar, angling his body towards you. 

Fingers tightened around the stem of your wine glass, shoulders rolled back, you turned to face him. 

“Can I help you?” you gritted your teeth. 

“I can’t say hello to an old friend?” His eyes danced, stars twinkling, and you tamped down the urge to throw your drink at him. Rhysand wasn’t worth getting kicked out or causing a scene

“We’re not friends.” 

“An old acquaintance,” he modified. 

“That’s better,” you replied, eyes rolling, you shifted away from him and downed the rest of your wine. 

“Impressive.” 

“I’m not trying to impress you,” you hissed. 

“That’s obvious,” he made a show of running his eyes over your body. 

“Mother above, I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t, darling.” 

“Don’t -” 

“Call me that,” he waved you off, “yes I know.” 

“If you know,” you spat, “then why do you still do it?” 

“Because it amuses me,” he shrugged, and stood. Your reactions, amuse him. Theoretically, if you wanted him to stop - you’d just ignore him completely, but there was something comfortable about the routine - the bickering each time you’d see him, so you let it happen. From the little spark in his eyes, he felt the same. “Same time next year,” he winked, before turning and melting into the crowd. 

“Fuck,” your hit the table a touch too hard, catching a few wary looks. He’d gotten the last word in. This time.

-

You should’ve asked more questions. Absolutely should’ve asked more. When your friend invited you, you assumed it would just be a few of your mutual friends, people you ran with regularly. 

In the future, you’d make sure to ask exactly who would be in attendance, considering your greatest childhood and now a few times a year annoyance was sitting on a chaise, making it his throne. His eyes gleamed as he saw you. 

You were tempted to turn around, to walk right out that door and forget about this, but that would mean he’d won and that was utterly unacceptable. 

A few drinks later, the two of, to your mutual surprise, spoke to each other somewhat civilly. 

“I’ve been wondering,” he drawled. You stared at him, not bothering to egg him on. He frowned when you didn’t bite, but continued, “how do you sleep at night?” 

“Excuse me?” You choked.

“With all of that arrogance,” he continued. “Aren’t you up all night? Thinking about yourself? About how pretty you are?” His words were slightly slurred, alcohol, sounding like he was trying to make a joke that wasn’t quite landing as he wished.

“I usually go for a bed,” you deadpanned, “and you look like you need a rest.” 

You scanned the room, aware of exactly who was in here, and who might try to take advantage of the heir in this state. There were plenty of takers. Sure, you weren’t his biggest fan, but you couldn’t let that happen. Maybe there was a lingering sense of loyalty after suffering through the same lessons. 

“Let’s get you home,” you finally said, and linked your arm through his. 

Taking me home, darling? His voice purred in your mind, sending a shiver down your spine. You forgot he could do that. 

Getting you away from the vipers, you countered tersely. 

Don’t let my father see me like this. 

You stopped, sending him a quizzing look, and saw the slight desperation in his eyes. If  his father saw him like this … you didn’t try to fill in the blanks. Instead, you were sober enough to winnow him back to your apartment. 

-

The memories faded, and you let out a soft laugh against his chest. “You really love throwing us right back into the past, don’t you?”

“It’s interesting to see me from your side,” Rhys ran his fingers lazily through your hair. “I never realized quite how much I annoyed you.”

#acotar drabble #rhys x y/n #rhys x reader #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x reader #acotar x reader #acotar imagine

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

What if you're at a party or a family gathering and there's an old acquaintance of yours, maybe old boyfriend or something and you talk to them because you're polite and Travis becomes very possessive and jealous over you and maybe he drags you into the nearest bathroom 🤭🥴😏

Warning: Smut

You were glad the party just outside the bathroom door was still in full swing, or Travis might just have gotten his wish. You attended a fundraiser benefit for one of the charities you worked closely with, Travis your plus one.

The night was boring to say the least. Most of your time was spent rubbing elbows with beneficiaries, hoping they would open their checkbooks and the alcohol would make them feel extra generous.

You were almost ready to call it an early night when you ran into an old boyfriend, Mark, a quick fling from long before you met Travis. He was always an aggressive flirt, but you decided to be nice, avoiding most of his advances, and flashing your wedding ring at every chance. Travis had been watching you, and more importantly been watching the guy who just couldn't seem to keep his hands off of you. A small brush of the elbow, his hand grazing against your waist. They were harmless to you, but Travis wasn't interested in sharing.

After a few minutes of small talk, you felt Travis' hand on your lower back as he approached the two of you, his eyes focused solely on Mark, as if he was sizing up his prey. There was no competition, Travis had him on weight and height, but with jealousy coursing through his veins, Mark might as well have been an offensive tackle.

"Oh, Travis, this is Mark, we used to date a long time ago." Mark nodded in Travis' direction, shrinking under his stare.

"Mark, this is my husband, Travis." Mark held out a hand, suspending it in mid air when Travis didn't accept it. "Hey, no need to introduce you. I'm a big Chiefs fan, know all about you."

You could feel the anger radiating off of Travis, and you were desperate to prevent a potential scene. "Yes, Mark was just telling me that their company is going to donate a sizable contribution to our fundraiser. Isn't that great, babe?" You turned to Travis, but his gaze hadn't moved.

"Yeah, maybe you can give us the hookup at Arrowhead, maybe let us use the Kelce suite?" Mark raised his eyebrows in jest, earning a humorless laugh from Travis. "I wouldn't count on it."

"Mark, it was really good to see you again, but I think its time we call it a night. Thank you again for your donation." You pulled Travis away from the bar, your heels stomping against the tile as you walked to the door.

You stumbled on your heels as Travis grabbed your arm and pulled you into the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind him. You took in his face, expecting him to yell, but instead he just looked hungry, ravenous, like someone had moved in on his territory and took what belonged to him. You felt his eyes travel up and down your body, finally meeting your eyes. He waited, the smirk on his face asking if you were willing to play along.

You took a step toward him, placing a rough kiss on his lips as your answer. You were giving him full control to take his frustrations out on your delicate body, and you intended to enjoy every minute of it.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Travis grunted out as he ripped the back of your dress open in one swift movement, exposing your bare ass to the cold air of the bathroom.

"No, baby, of course not." Travis could hear the smile in your tone, and knowing that you were enjoying this was both turning him on, and pissing him off. He groaned as he felt his growing erection press against the zipper of his pants. You looked at him through the mirror, eyes glazed over as he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers and boxers drop around his ankles.

He pushed you over the sink, one hand at the base of your spine, while the other hand smacked your ass hard; once, twice. You relished in the sting, clenching your core muscles together in anticipation of another spank, but he held back, admiring the sight in front of him.

"And you're not wearing any panties." Travis let out a humorless chuckle, his blood boiling as he watched you writhe underneath him, gripping the edges of the bathroom counter as he ran his calloused fingers through your folds. . "God, its like you wanted me to fuck you here. Have everyone hear you screaming my name."

His middle finger teased your entrance, pressing one knuckle deep until he could feel your relax, pressing another finger into your tight pussy. "Oh, fuck", you didn't care who heard you moan out, you were too wrapped up in your own pleasure, as he began to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of your weeping hole.

"Fuck, Travis, don't stop." You tried to push yourself up, but he held you down, further exposing yourself to him. While two of his fingers filled you up, he worked his thumb around your sensitive clit, almost pushing you over the edge so quickly your head was spinning. It only took a few seconds of his vicious movements to have you clenching down around him, ready to cum.

He listened to your heaving breaths, knowing you were close to orgasming, so he pulled out, quickly replacing his fingers with the head of his leaking cock. Again he teased you, a single inch of his impressive length was already stretching you out, cries leaving your lips as he slowly pushed all the way into you.

"Please, be gentle." You begged, already feeling your core tightening again just from this position. Your legs were starting to go numb as you stood on your tippy toes, trying to take him all the way to the base, your ass against his pelvis.

Travis yanked you up by the neck so your back was pressed against his chest, your nipples budding, goosebumps raised on your skin. He had you completely vulnerable and exposed to the cold, and yet your skin felt hot to the touch, your face flushed.

"Was Mark gentle with you?", he whispered, his hot breath against your neck making you shiver. You let out another moan as he began to slowly move in and out of you.

He forced your face to look at him in the mirror, his pupils blown. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, baby. Was Mark gentle with your perfect pussy?" You shook your head, moving your hips, desperate for him to continue fucking you. He drove himself into you, hitting your cervix, making your back arch. "Fuck", you edged out, breath leaving your lungs.

"Did Mark fuck you like this? Have you begging for him to keep going? Give you multiple orgasms in a night like I do?" Again, you shook your head, trying to focus on his words, a most difficult task as he snapped his hips into your repeatedly.

"Use your words, baby girl." His hands found your nipples, tweaking the buds between his fingers, heightening your pleasure.

"Fuck Mark", you grinned, "this pussy belongs to you." You were breathless, sweat beading on your forehead.

"Damn right", your words were all Travis needed to hear, his hands digging into the flesh of your hips as he continued to drive into you, feeling the warmth pool in his lower stomach.

His thrusts began to stagger has he rolled over the peak, slowing his pace as he came inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum. You reached back to him, desperate to reach your own orgasm. He grabbed at your arm, pinning it to your back so he had full control.

"Don't stop. I'm so close." Your words were laced with desperation.

"The only one you come for is me." He gritted out between his teeth, picking up the pace as your muscles pulsed around his cock, your cries and moans verbal confirmation that you had cum. He slowly pulled out of you, admiring his handy work dripping down your thighs.

Travis grabbed a couple of paper towels, helping to clean you up before he took off his suit jacket, handing it to you. You scoffed, remembering that your expensive dress was now tattered scraps.

"You owe me a new dress." Travis chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Whatever you want, baby."

#travis kelce #travis kelce smut #travis kelce fanfic #travis kelce imagine #traviskelce #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce fanfiction #nfl fanfic #nfl fanfiction #nfl imagine #nfl smut

[jamie-leah]

Lifeline

Bucky x Reader Fic

Oneshot? Series? You tell me...

Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.

Word Count: 1,809

Warnings: Mentions of physical abusive, Abusive relationship, descriptions of panic attack, rusty writing, fluff

A/N: Thought I would dip my toe back in the water, see how you're all doing? Feel free to tell me if you want more and feel free to make requests. I need to get back into the swing of things!

Next Part--->

Masterlist of Masterlists

It’s been two months, and he still hasn’t found you yet. Despite the nightmares and the hypervigilance, you would call that a win. It’s the longest he’s gone without finding you. Maybe he’s given up? But deep down you know that isn’t the case. You humiliated him when you ran, left in the middle of the night without a word to anyone. There would be questions from the neighbours, friends and family. He would never let a slight like that go, and you know it.  

The bell dings above the door in the diner you’ve been working at since you arrived in New York. It brings you out of your head and into the present, to see Bucky walk through the door. You hadn’t realised that it was that time in your shift, looking over to the clock to confirm that it was in fact nine at night.  

You give him a smile. A small one, but the most genuine you’ve been able to manage since running from your ex almost a year ago now. He returns a full watt smile of his own. A smile you never see him give to anyone else, but you don’t look too deeply into that considering you’ve never seen him outside of this diner.  

He sits at the bar upfront to the counter where you already have his black coffee waiting, “you fancy any food? Kitchen is closing soon”, you ask.  

“I’ll take a plate of fries if there’s any going?”, his voice sending a tiny shiver down your spine that makes your toes curl ever so slightly. You are aware of this growing attraction you have to him since he started to come in here regularly a week after you started. And you hadn’t thought about anyone like that since...well since you started your relationship with Andrew around seven years ago.  

Bucky never said much the first few times he came in. He would just nurse a few cups of coffee at night and then leave but after two weeks like that he caught you on a particularly rough day. You were in the middle of a panic attack when he jumped into action and calmed you down and stared anyone down who might have looked or said anything.  

Since then, the damn broke and while you may have not told him about your ex, you both shared some personal titbits that would probably qualify you as friends rather than acquaintances. And ever since that time you told him you hadn’t had time for a break or a bite to eat, he orders fries and makes you share with him. He feigns that the portions are too big, and he needs your help to finish them off, but you know better. You don’t say otherwise, you’re grateful either way.  

When you place the fries in front of him, he asks, “busy tonight?”  

You shake your head as you pop a fry into your mouth, “not really. It’s always quiet on a Tuesday. How was your day? Save anyone today?”  

Bucky rolls his eyes at you. You had no idea who he was when he first came in. And Bucky still had to spell out who he was and why people stared at him in the diner. You were vaguely aware of superheroes, but Andrew kept you rather sheltered so you never knew who they were or the politics of them all.  

Bucky grabs the ketchup and squirts some on your side of the plate and some on his, “no missions today. You know I’m gone for a while when I am.”  

You sigh, because yes you do know he’s gone for a while when he has missions and its usually the longest days or sometimes weeks without him coming in every day.  

You shrug, “I don’t know, there was that time you saved someone from a car explosion on your way here.”  

You smirk as he groans at the mention of his heroics, “that was one time! I can’t believe that even showed on the news.”  

You throw a fry at his face, “I can’t believe I had to find out from the news! You didn’t say a word the entire time you sat here.”  

You laugh as you see a familiar blush creep up from his neck and blooms on his sharp cheeks, “I didn’t think it was a big deal”, he mumbles out.  

Someone walks in through the door, the familiar bell ringing. You walk from behind the counter as they take a seat at a booth. You squeeze Bucky’s shoulder as you pass by and murmur, “everything you do is a big deal to me.”  

You don’t wait for his reply or even a reaction as you head over to the couple talking quietly. You take their order and head over to the back and shout through to Kevin, “hey Kev, you got time for one more food order?”  

He pokes his head from the back, “sure thing”  

You pass him the slip and turn back to Bucky about to say something when a smash comes from the kitchen. You duck. No time to think, your body reacts on instinct, preparing for the worst while try to dodge the inevitable violence that is always directed at you.  

You stay crouched on the floor frozen in place, trapped in your mind at a time when you burned dinner for Andrew, and he threw places and cups all around the kitchen. Curled up on the floor, arms over your head trying to stop any shards from catching your face. You had to pick a few from your arms when he finally calmed down and left to go to the bar.  

Warm hands reach out to hold your face steady. You didn’t know your body was shaking until those hands held your face. So gentle in their touch you know they can’t be Andrew’s. You peek your eyes open and see beautiful, plump lips moving, forming shapes that should come out as words, but you don’t hear anything. Just rushing in your ears.  

It isn’t until your eyes glide up to the steel blue of Bucky’s that you let the air back into your lungs, the roaring subsiding until you hear his quiet murmurs, “you’re here, you’re safe with me. Come back to me.”  

Bucky feels you return to yourself more as your eyes dart around and your hands come to grip his tightly which are still holding your face. You manage a strangled, “I’m sorry” before your throat closes again.  

Bucky shakes his head, “nothing to apologise for.” 

When your whole body stops shaking, Bucky guides you back to a standing position. You glance over the counter, and no one is looking. They had no idea that your whole world suddenly came to a stop. No idea that you practically broke down over a broken plate in the kitchen.  

Bucky pulls your gaze back to his, “you with me?”  

You nod slowly, still not trusting your voice.  

Kevin puts the plates of food down on in the window without even looking before heading back to the kitchen. You reach out, your hands still shaking to take the plates but Bucky captures your hands with his. He links them for a few moments before placing them back at your sides. He takes the plates and heads over to the table you took the order from and delivers them with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.  

His false cheeriness is what starts to bring you back to yourself as you raise your eyebrows at his return, “why don’t you ever greet me like that?”  

He laughs, his head tipping back as he takes his seat again, “because you’re special.”  

“That’s what you say to all the girls”, you reply.  

And just like that the incident is gone. Not forgotten though, you don’t miss the way Bucky watches you more closely, the corners of his mouth set slightly lower now that he’s reminded of how broken you really are. He doesn’t ask, and you’re grateful for that. You’re not ready to talk about the monster that you try pretending doesn’t exist. But you never forget either.  

Bucky stays with you for the rest of your shift. He stands behind you like a bodyguard as you lock up the diner at one in the morning, just when the clubs really start getting busy. He makes a point to walk you all the way back to your apartment building and you don’t miss the frown he always gives it.  

You bump his arm with your shoulder, “it's not as bad as it looks, you know.” 

His face scrunches up, “if you say so. Still don’t like the thought of leaving you here though.”  

You bump into him again with a small smile, “careful Buck, some people might think you’ve gone soft.” 

You see his mouth twitch upwards as he replies, “only for some people.” 

You stare into the eyes that are staring back at you. You can feel them trying to tell you something, but you can’t quite understand. Or maybe you don’t want to because it doesn’t make sense. Someone like you doesn’t get to be happy, someone like you doesn’t get someone like him. You’ve never been that lucky.  

A horn blare down the street, as people whoop from the windows. It breaks the spell as you both turn to look with a small chuckle.  

“I better get inside, I’m beat.” You tell him as you point to your building.  

Bucky clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, definitely. I might be gone for a couple of days. A few things I need to take care of but I’m back on your day off...fancy hanging out?” 

The question almost trails off, but his stare remains intense. It dries up your throat as you open it and close it like a fish for a few moments.  

“It’s okay if you had plans, I just thought it might be nice to do something outside the diner and-”  

“I’d love to.”  

“And I was thinking we could- wait, really?” He looks to you as if he’s waiting for the punchline and it makes your heart ache.  

You give him a warm smile, “I’d love to do something. Despite being here for a few months, I haven’t seen much of New York so will be nice to get out with someone that knows it well.”  

His face splits in two to let out a huge smile, “Okay...okay, I’ll text you when I’m back?” 

You give him a nod and a shy smile, “yeah, sounds good. Goodnight Bucky.”  

His smile is so wide you don’t think he’ll be able to get any words out, so you turn and walk into your building, only glancing back once the elevator doors open to see him still stood there, smiling.  

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #bucky #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky masterlist #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky fandom

[xyvyl]

𝒯𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝑜 𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉

Pairing: Alastor x fem! Reader

Summary: What if Alastor rejected Angel, because he is still loyal to his partner from when he was alive?

A/N:

Word count: 800

Warnings: cursing, Angel being Angel, no use of Y/N

Pronouns used: she/her

Type: one-shot

MasterLink

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“I can suck ya dick.” Alastor stood there dumbfounded, how dare he?

Alastor raised his eyebrows before laughing and declining the offer.

After a few hours, Alastor retreated to his assigned room, with a stomach full of jambalaya.

The first thing he saw when he sat on the bed, was a picture frame. In the black and white picture was a man and a woman,

The woman wore a beautiful gown, he remembered it being a shade of coral pink. Her hair was tied up in a wavy bob, with some strands of hair pinned back.

The man wore a white button up with a vest, which he KNOWS was reddish brown. The man also has glasses on the bridge of his nose, quite similar to the monocle he has now.

Alastor was pulled out of his thoughts when someone knocked on the door, he sighed and called out "Come in!".

The door opened and there stood Angel, "Hey Smiles, Toots told me to apologize to ya."

Angel stopped talking when he noticed the picture frame.

"Ya good Smiles? Ya look a little tense." Angel stepped forward into Alastor's room.

"Perfectly fine, my dear. I was just thinking." Alastor didn't turn around, he just stared at the floor. "Who's tha'?" Angel pointed at the picture frame, the same picture frame that Alastor was just staring at.

"Just someone who was important to me." Alastor whispered, the radio static barely there.

Angel looked at him, "Ya wanna talk about it?" Alastor didn't answer, he just sighed and patted the space next to him.

When Angel sat down next to him, Alastor started speaking, "This is the only thing I have left of her." Angel let out a small chuckle, "She looks like an angel." "She was. The only reason why she would end up here is overbaking a birthday cake" The two men chuckled.

"So tell me about her, what was she like?" Angel questioned Al, who smiled wider than he usually does.

"She was an angel. We didn't have any kids, but she treated every kid she met like they were her own." Alastor's smiled faltered slightly. "This picture was us on our honeymoon, she was so happy the whole time, literally nothing could take that smile off of her face."

A knock came from the door.

Alastor sighed, "It's open!" The door opened to Charlie.

"Al? A woman is downstairs asking for you, she says it's urgent" You could clearly see Vaggie behind Charlie, but it didn't seem like she was gonna say anything.

"A woman? Thought ya were married Smiles!" Angel grinned

Alastor didn't react to Angel's comment and just walked out of the room.

When Alastor exited the room, was when Angel knew why he rushed out so fast. "Oh..!"

When Alastor got downstairs he didn't immediately see the woman, but when he did he literally ran towards her.

"My dear! I missed you so much! What are you doing here?" Alastor's Trans Atlantic accent was no where to be found.

The woman stood up from the bar stool and met Al halfway, "I believe I am here because I helped you hide multiple bodies, Alastor."

The pair hugged and Alastor even twirled her around in the air.

"Smiles! Ya wanna introduce us?" Angel yelled at them from across the room. The woman looked up at him, "Who's this young fella?"

Alastor sighed, "My dear, this is AngelDust, an acquaintance," Al hissed the word 'acquaintance' at Angel. "This young lady here is Vagatha, Charlie's girlfriend. Speaking of! This here is Charlie Morningstar, the princess of hell. I believe you have already met Husker and Niffty!" When Al finished introducing everyone there, he turned to everyone. "And everyone here, this is my lovely wife! I didn't expect her to be here." The woman bowed down her head.

Charlie came up to her and started asking her questions. "My sweet Charlie, I think it might be the best of idea's that we don't overwhelm her." Al grabbed the woman's arm, "I shall show you to my room, My Dear."

When they arrived at Alastor's room, he immediately opened the door for his lady. A faint sound could be made out as 'sweethearts holiday' by Tom Clines. The woman smiles, remembering all the memories she had with that song.

Al led his wife inside and closed the door behind him. The woman took a hold of his hand and pulled him towards her.

The woman started to slightly sway her hips and upper body. "Do you remember all the things we did to this song?" Alastor laughed, "Ha! How could I forget, Dear? This song was playing when you first burned your cake."

The pair smiles and rested their heads on each other and together they danced the night away.

#Alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x fem! reader #alastor x reader #alastor x wife reader #alastor x wife! reader #Charlie Morningstar #vaggie #angeldust #hazbin hotel husk

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

summary: a night out gone south leads you to make two new (and handsome) acquaintances

pairing: model! kaeya x gn! reader || club owner! diluc x gn! reader

warnings: sexual harassment/ molesting (trust your gut feeling, don’t accommodate someone just to be polite), homophobia, (mentions of) alcohol consumption, somewhat crude/ crass language at one point

modern au series || genshin impact masterlist

What kind of co-workers went to a club for an after-work hangout? Yours, apparently. When the establishment of their choice came into view, you were so glad you decided on at least dressing up a little for the occasion because if you knew anything about the infamous Angel’s Share, then that it was as posh as a club could be. 

And the rumours you’d heard about the place were soon proven true when you stepped into the dimmed lighting of the sleek black and silver interior, a big central chandelier overseeing the different floors, its clear crystals catching and shining in the light. The first thing that caught your eyes among the well-dressed crowd was the smooth surface of the bar spanning the entirety of a wall and curving with it elegantly. Looking around, you still wondered how security even let you in but you wouldn’t question it and would just enjoy the one evening you’d get to spend here. You also tried not to cry over the money you’d spend here.

What differentiated the Angel’s Share from your typical nightclub was probably that there wasn’t a whole lot of dancing going on. While the low hum of a base could be felt in the background, people seemed more keen on socialising, standing around chatting and laughing with other important looking people, driving home the idea that this was some kind of elite version of a night-out. Perhaps you should choose a drink that’d quickly enter your bloodstream after all.

With your beverage of choice in hand you made your way back to the booth your colleagues were occupying and,  at the beginning of the night, you had a blast getting to know them better, throwing jabs at people in the company and chiming in on their concerns. Throughout all of this, you tried ignoring the stares of a guy you saw in the corner of your eye, who was obnoxious enough to bother you even while you were purposefully looking away. As your group split up more and more over time though, he became progressively harder to dodge and eventually, you ran into him after all.

“Hello there, beautiful,” he drawled, a lazy grin painted on his face. Together with his overall sleazy appearance and demeanour, you barely resisted the urge to vomit over his tacky, patterned dress shirt. “What brings you here tonight?”

“I’m here with my friends,” you pressed out through gritted teeth. “Speaking of which, I should meet up with them again.”

Without giving him the chance to open his mouth again, you whirled around and power walked in the direction opposite of him. Was it a bit rude of you? Perhaps. But this guy was giving you all the wrong signals and you had recently started listening more to your gut feeling; more often than not, it did not steer you wrong. 

And this time was no different, as it turned out.

Despite all your best effort, after several failed attempts at striking up another conversation, there was one single moment your mind was not occupied with evading this creep and that was when you felt it. A hand groping your butt as you were on your own before you physically recoiled with a shocked gasp, slapping it away. And of course it was none other than the sleazeball that had been following you all evening. Seriously, this guy needed to get a life, pronto. 

“You’re quite hard to catch, aren’t you?” At his creepy laughter you merely pressed your lips into a tight line, revolted at the whole scene yet still too surprised to collect your thoughts. When there was no reaction from you, he leaned down, way into your personal space, and the strong scent of booze stung your nose. “Anyway, let’s skip the chase and get right to the point. Wanna head back to my place? You know I can show you a reeaaal good time if you do~”

Going straight into panic mode, the first sentence that slipped through your lips was– “I’m not into men!” A blatant lie but you’d say anything to get out of this situation.

But instead of deterring him, he only stepped closer to you, that ugly grimace of a smirk marring his face once more. “Oh c’mon, I’m sure you’ll change your mind once you’ve actually gotten down with one.”

As his hands made grabbing motions for your hips, something in you switched and you saw red. That creep wanted a confrontation? Well, he should have it. Taking another step back, you cooly replied “Likewise.”

“W-What?” Apparently, that wasn’t the answer he had expected because he merely stared at you, dumbfounded; a look that suited him much better, in your opinion.

“I said,” you drew out the syllables of your words, “I’m sure you’d also be into men if you’d ever get frisky with one.”

Apparently, you had hit a sensitive nerve because from one moment to the next the guy flew off the handles, his face morphing into a hideous grimace and you could practically see his veins popping if he clenched his jaw more than he already did. Taking another step towards you, he didn’t shout as you’d have expected, but the tone in which he hissed was definitely meant to threaten you all the same. “What about me makes you think I’m gay, huh?”

It might have been the way he spit out the word gay as if it was an insult but no matter what, you felt not a single sliver of remorse for being rude all evening and now aimed to get rid of him for good. Checking for where to go, your eyes trailed a free path to the bar before landing on your assailant again.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you hummed, appearing to be deep in thought. “For starters, you seem to enjoy having that stick shoved so far up your ass.” 

With that, in his moment of sheer loss, you ducked away from him and between the bodies of other customers as you speed-walked over to the illuminated bar. Not giving much consideration to your surroundings, you hopped onto the first free stool at the far end from where your confrontation had happened.

When you’d calmed your racing heart enough, you noticed you’d plopped yourself down next to a tall, dark-skinned man, who was amusedly talking to an equally tall redhead, who was definitely less amused at their conversation. The latter wore a mostly black outfit with a fitted white vest on top, a golden star pinned to the left side of his chest, identifying him as a staff member of the club. Visibly glad for the interruption, the bartender stopped aggressively wiping down the counter and instead turned to you, his crimson ponytail swinging with the motion and his face still as stoic but obviously less annoyed.

“Anything I can get you?” 

Gripping the counter, you leaned slightly forward, trying not to shout your request through the whole club. “I was wondering if you happen to serve Angel Shots here?”

Immediately, the redhead’s face hardened and his piercing eyes narrowed slightly, definite recognition apparent in his expression. “We do, how would you like yours?”

“Actually, I wanted to order for a certain guy,” you said, fingers fiddling together. It was the first time you ever had to do this and you hoped to get your message across. Turning around you pointed him out, being as inconspicuous as possible. “He’s been pestering me about it all night.”

“Alright, one Angel Shot coming right up,” the bartender said, putting down his towel and rounding the bar instead of taking up a glass and relief flooded over you. Giving the man next to you a slap on the back that was perhaps firmer than needed, he added “Why don’t you make yourself useful for once and show our esteemed guest to a staff room and keep them company, if they’re okay with it, while I prepare the drink?”

The last part was directed at you and you nodded. Surely, if an employee of this renowned establishment trusted him with handling a customer, he couldn’t be just anybody. 

“You don’t have to ask me twice~” Swivelling on his bar stool, the blue-haired guy kicked out his long legs in graceful motions, flipping his long braid over his shoulder before holding up his hand for you to take. “Come on, let’s get you away from all this noise.”

You followed him past a door that was off-limits for all usual guests and none of the workforce there batted an eye at him. With the door shut behind you, the music was barely audible anymore and you could instead only hear your carpet-mufled steps and your own heartbeat. The stranger had let go of your hand again as he led you down a corridor and into a room that was clearly some kind of staff room.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiled at you, all pearly teeth and charisma. Even in a pair of classy black slacks and a silky black dress shirt, he looked almost unreal, silver accessories gleaming as he moved. Now that you weren’t perceiving him under the club lights, he seemed oddly familiar; but where could you have seen a man like him before? Certainly, you’d remember, right? “Do you need anything? Water maybe?”

“Water would be great, yeah,” you agreed before sinking into a cushioned chair. Honestly, if someone could afford lounge chairs this comfortable for their workers, the company would have to make bank.

“Here you go. Try to just calm down a little, Diluc’s got the guy handled,” he assured you as he handed you a glass, which clinked against the rings on his fingers, and plopped down on the couch to your left, kicking up his feet and stretching out on its entire length. Even doing something so casual, he moved with a smooth elegance that had you mesmerised. “My brother’s got a knack for throwing out rowdy customers.”

You perked up for several reasons; the name Diluc rang a bell but what you asked instead was “Your brother?”

“I know, I know. Uncanny resemblance,” the handsome stranger laughed, his eyes forming little crescents. “Well, not by blood but we are legally brothers.”

As your gaze flickered over his figure draped over the length of the sofa, something in your mind stirred and puzzle pieces clicked together. Before your mind’s eye, shards of twinkling periwinkle eyes, colourful fabrics and peacock feathers fell together to reveal–

“YOU’RE KAEYA ALBERICH!” You jumped out of your seat at the realisation, startling the poor man across from you. 

“Looks like I can save myself the self introduction,” Kaeya shrugged, an amused grin back to decorate his handsome face. “Now, if you’d do me the honour of also giving me your name, that’d be greatly appreciated. With less shouting this time around, perhaps.”

Stammering out your name as you settled back down, you tried wrapping your brain around the fact that you just met the Kaeya Alberich, one of the most famous models at the time, easily making it onto the covers of all of the most sought-after fashion magazines and smiling down onto passerbys from big ad screens all over the city. 

His rather simple attire on this night was a stark contrast to the extravagance of his last shoot where he was draped in silks and jewels of various shades of blue, his make-up done to resemble the peacocks he was posing with. Yet, there was no mistaking the air of confidence surrounding him as he lounged on the couch, his posture so similar to the magazine cover. You almost wanted to kick yourself for not recognising him sooner; of course someone as ridiculously beautiful as this man would be a world-class model!

But it felt like one more piece of information was left to be connected. It was at the back of your head, just outside your reach, yet so close to the surface. In an interview you listened to with half an ear, Kaeya once was asked about his family and he mentioned that his brother–

“Your brother Diluc is the owner of Angel’s Share,” you mumbled more to yourself but the model still heard you. 

“Right on the money again,” he mused, twirling a coin between his slender fingers. “You really know your stuff, are you perhaps a fan of mine? What a lucky coincidence, huh?”

At his teasing tone, your brain jumbled all sensible answers out of its metaphorical windows. Seriously though, what did you do when an attractive model sat in front of you, seemingly enjoying twisting your words around?

Once more, Diluc should be your saviour in a time of need as he opened the door to the staff room with determination, stoic face relaxing just a teeny tiny bit as his fiery red gaze landed on you. Adjusting his black gloves, your eyes followed the flexing of his muscles under his uniform as he stepped completely into the room. 

“That guy has been taken care of,” he confirmed, before holding out his hand to shake yours. “Perhaps, I should introduce myself. My name is Diluc Ragnvindr and I own the Angel’s Share. Would you mind recounting what exactly went down? As the owner, I’m of course interested in preventing any future cases of my customers feeling uncomfortable. If you can’t, however, I do understand.”

Having made the connection already, the statement didn’t faze you as much as it would’ve five minutes ago and you could focus on giving a quick rundown of your night, both men listening intently with Kaeya scoffing in apparent disgust with that creep’s behaviour.

“What a pathetic loser,” he concluded your story, irises sparkling like frigid ice. More genuinely, he turned to you. “I’m sorry you had to go through that but you did well handling the situation.”

“I agree with Kaeya, for once,” Diluc nodded. “It was good you went to tell someone working here. And thank you for sharing this with us. Now then, you must be exhausted from all of this; would you like me to call you a cab home?”

“Thanks, I’d appreciate that,” you smiled, tiredness crashing over you now that the situation had been handled. You’d probably still indulge in some self-care and a phone call with your best friend once you’d get home though.

“Sure.” Pulling his phone from his vest pocket, Diluc made a quick call before hanging up. “A driver’s going to be here shortly. I’d like to make up for your negative experience in my establishment by covering your commuting costs and giving you this. If you show it to the security outside -if you choose to honour us with your patronage again- they will show you inside immediately and you’ll enjoy VIP-status. Again, my sincerest apologies.”

Turning the sleek, black card he had handed you over between your fingers, you noted the lineart of an owl engraved in red on the backside, the front displaying the name of the club as well as what you supposed was Diluc’s signature.

“My, you don’t hand these out to just anybody; not even your own brother,” Kaeya whistled as he peeked at the card, before giving you a cheeky wink. “But, I can’t blame him. I’d also like to see you again. Perhaps we can continue our chat when we run into each other next time, sound good?”

As you stepped out into the crisp night air, you couldn’t quite remember what answer you stuttered out when you were faced with his charming smile once more, your thoughts racing past just like the city lights on your way home. But instead of a multitude of colours, the ones before your mind’s eye were a rustle of icy blue and fiery crimson as your fingers grazed over the edges of the card slowly warming between your palms.

Perhaps, giving the Angel’s Share a second shot wouldn’t be so bad…

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On My Mama Pt 2

Shuri x Fem Reader, Fem Reader x OC

I'm new to the tag list and tagging so bare with me if I left anyone out just let me know and I'll add it in.

Tags: @mixedfandxms @shurislover @sweetalittleselfish-honey @desswright29

Side note: I had an idea for a fic with Jada Kingdom Reader (looks) and Shuri, maybe ShuRiri. I'm Jamaican so you know seh big tunes ah guh run. 💥 reader could be an aspiring model trying to break into music and she meets Shuri or Shuriri at an event and they decide to produce her music wanting to do a fusion between Jamaican, African and American music. And a whole lotta smut and messy, toxic shit in between. 😮‍💨

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I be in the section dolo, baby, oh

You chose to go to the club on a Friday night, you'd been ducking Riri and Shuri for days. Expensive gifts were delivered daily, Beautiful flower arrangements, your favorite foods. Things you wanted but had no clue as to how they knew that.

Some girl you barely knew invited out out with her group of friends. You weren't very interested at first as you knew girls were catty and competitive by nature and you weren't interested in having to be on the defense all night. You'd done the trying to be a girl's girl before and it never worked out. Girls tended to be weird and you had no time nor energy for the bullshit.

Making acquaintances was the goal. You couldn't spend all your time in college doing nothing but doing work and keeping your head in the books. You wanted some fun, some irresponsibility. You were tired of being a 'good girl' someone that was a people pleaser. You had no people to please any longer. Your mother was a cheating whore and your father the star of your eyes was gone.

Your look + Outfit (with a more subtle eye look)

The club was lit. You noticed many POC students from campus. Which wasn't surprising as this club was marketed towards POC's on the low. Owned by a black couple, and ran with POC staff. It was a safe space for POC's to have fun without fear of harm.

"Y/n, I'm a little miffed. I invited you out and you out here making us all look bad." Gina says, her eyes narrowing at you playfully.

"Girl hush, she couldn't do normal if she tried. Even in casual wear with no makeup she looks hot." Nina giggles, greeting you with a hug.

"I'd kill for your looks and figure..." Gina pouts. You laugh at her. "No wonder your mom's a model. You need to follow in her footsteps, all that damn beauty."

"I'm good. Beauty and Brains is the goal. I'd rather be known for being pretty and a genius rather than pretty and an airhead hoe." You shrug and the girls look between each other in shock. "My mother isn't my favorite person so you'll never hear a compliment out of my mouth about her so it's better to not bring her up."

"Noted..." Gina muttered, clearing her throat. You could practically hear the silent judgment.

"Let's go get some drinks." Nina suggests, leading the way to the bar.

"I want a margarita." Gina calls to one of the bartenders. A pretty tall caramel skinned girl with highlighted curls and a bright smile.

Bartender

"Make that two." Nina agrees.

"I'll have whatever you think is best." You say, watching the girl eye you seductively.

"Coming right up, gorgeous." You bite your lip as she looks you over as she makes the drinks. The look she was giving you had you weak in the knees already.

"Oooh..." Gina giggles, bumping your shoulder. "She feeling you..."

"Here ya'll go." She places each drink down, before handing yours to you. "This one's new, I'm sure it tastes just as good as you look."

You fight the urge to break out in a cheesy smile. Her fingers grazing yours as you take the glass. You down the drink, eyes widening at the sweet yet potent taste that slid down your throat. You felt slightly hot as she smirked at you.

"Ok... I'll have what she's having!" Nina says, wide eyed. The bartender laughs but nods.

"Lord Ha'Mercy I'm too gay for this." Nina fans herself. You smile a genuine smile. Something you hadn't done in a very long time.

"What's your name ?" The bartender asks, as she passes Nina her drink and a hands you a refill.

"Why should I tell you?" You raise a brow, while nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Ok, Smiley it is." She licks her lip and you internally fan girl. "You have such a beautiful smile."

You're making me forget my past

"I'm Jess by the way." She adds.

"Ok, Jess by the way. Thanks for the drinks." You say, your tone playful. You grab a $20 and slide it towards her before heading to the dance floor. You wanted to let loose and have fun, and a small part of you wanted to show off for her.

You let your body sway to the beat, your head slightly tilted back as you gyrates your hips to the beat. As you danced your mind went to Shuri, the lyrics swirling in your head. Your eyes snapped open wanting to remove her from your mind.

You'd been trying to stop thinking about her. You couldn't help your attraction to her, she did something to you but you refused to go there. She was the cause of your family's downfall. She'd been with your mother. It was disgusting to even be thinking about her after that.

Your eyes locked with Jess and you put every effort into seducing her. Something that wasn't so hard since she seemed interested in you. You needed Shuri the fuck out of your head and Jess seemed like the perfect way to do that.

You were sure fucking with Riri would work two fold. Take your mind off Shuri and fuck her over at the same time. Yet you couldn't stand the fact that Riri was friends with the girl. She was bright and from what you'd heard she was by all accounts a morally good person.

The two being friends made no sense to you. How could you trust someone so messy and chaotic unless you had that in you as well? Maybe Riri was better at hiding her dirt and kept it on the low. Regardless you weren't interested in finding out.

As the song finished and you went to make your way back to the bar a familiar face stopped in front of you. She looked bothered, and you couldn't find a fuck to give.

"I see you've gotten my gifts." Riri eyes your body in the outfit she's sent you. You wore it hoping she'd see you in it because you wanted to prove a point to the duo one you knew would be relayed if the other wasn't present.

"And I see you weren't listening." You deadpan. "But if you'd like to send me stuff who am I to stop you? It's giving fan behavior, and I find that very amusing."

"Oh, so you got jokes?" Riri cracks up. She steps closer, her body almost touching yours. "You can continue acting like you don't want me but we both know you secretly like my attention. You like being chased and that's fine. Just know once you get caught, you'll have to beg for my attention."

"Your head being big clearly fits you, Williams." You say her name with malice.

"And that's not the only thing big." You can tell by her tone exactly what she's talking about but you choose not to acknowledge it.

"Well have a good rest of your night." You dismiss her before stepping around her and heading back towards the bar. You see that Nina and Gina are gone. You look around to see them with the other people they were supposed to meet up.

"So Riri's your thing?" Jess says, settling back in front of you.

"Thing?"

"Your type." She clarifies, her eyes sparkling. She had the prettiest eyes you'd seen.

"I think the only type you need to worry about is yourself." You flirt. She raises a brow.

"Word?"

"What do you say to heading home with me?" You get straight to the point, watching as she grins.

"Oh you go for what you want, huh?" She seems impressed. You simply stare at her. "We can head out right now."

She walks over to some guy and they talk for a bit before she gathers her things from under the bar and motions for you to follow her. She leads the way to her car, a black Camry with blue and black interior. Her rims are even blue and her windows tinted.

-

The next morning you're woken by Jess with her skillful tongue and you take pleasure in the fact that you're loud. She'd put you to work the whole night, and you'd returned the favor showing her exactly how much you appreciated her attention.

You sighed as you piled your straight hair into a messy bun and pulled on a oversized t-shirt and walked her to your dorm door. You yawned as you let her out and thanked her for coming over. You made a note to text her for another session as she was definitely a generous and thoughtful lover.

As you watched her leave and was about to close your door you watched in victory as Riri walked towards her dorm room. She'd left at some point in the early hours of the morning, slamming her door. You knew she was jealous and that thought sent chills of satisfaction throughout your body.

"Good morning, Williams." You said, smirking as she clenched her jaw. "Sorry about the noise. I'll try to be quieter next time."

And with that you closed the door with an enthusiastic kick. The message you'd sent very clear. Little did you know, you'd just started a war. One you wouldn't win.

-

Your day was starting to turn to shit as your RA left your dorm. Angry was an understatement. You knew someway somehow your current predicament was curtesy of Riri. You couldn't prove it but you knew it was her.

You'd been reported for having an off campus visitor spend the night. A violation that meant you lost your dorm. You were pissed. You'd already made your dorm home. Decorated it how you wanted and even saged it to clear any bad energy out. Clearly it hadn't worked.

You were being moved to another building where you'd have two roommates. The only upside being you had a room and there weren't many rules. You just hated the fact you had to share a space with people you barely knew in closer and smaller quarters.

It took you the whole day and the help of the sisters Nina and Gina. Once you'd moved into the new apartment, you noticed the apartment was huge. You looked around, steering clear of the other bedrooms not wanting to invade anyone's private spaces.

The apartment was styled nicely. By the door was a shoe rack with dope sneakers, expensive heels and slides. You could tell whoever your roommates were they came from money.

You were so exhausted you knocked out on the sofa watching some old show.

A loud sound and a cuss woke you up. As your eyes adjusted to the dark you could barely make out two figures.

"Hello?" You called out, you knew you locked the door so the two had to be your roommate. The light was switched on and you instantly jumped up, anger building in you.

"Are you fucking serious!?!?!?!" You bellow.

"Told you she'd be happy to see us." Riri wiggled her brows, bumping Shuri.

"Y...you..." You couldn't find the words to express what you were feeling.

"Chill ma, we just thought you'd like some company." Riri grins, heading for the kitchen.

"Stop antagonizing her, Ri." Shuri speaks up, her demeanor is different. You glare at the duo.

"Fuck you look so good when you're pissed." Riri chuckles, grabbing a water and taking a sip. "Adorable really."

Realizing there wasn't much you could do, you swallowed down all the things you wanted to say and headed for your room. You slammed it, locking it behind you.

They didn't know what they'd started but you were damn sure going to finish it. You started scheming.

💕

#Spotify

[unrequitedloveletter]

Contented- K.B x fem! reader

This one was requested by @levis-dilutedbleach​! I don’t think I’ve written something of this sort in the two years I’ve been writing for Kaz and if I have, it has been a very long time since I last wrote something of this sort, so thank you for sending it in and I hope you enjoy!

Fic type- this is very fluffy

Warnings- none

Yours and Kaz’s relationship was anything but typical, but it did have it’s typical moments. Moments like the one where, after you’d hit the one year mark, you asked if he’d like to attend dinner with you and your parents, and he had said yes. 

You were the daughter of a wealthy merch that lived in the financial district and you had an apartment in the area, and that fact alone was enough to put Kaz on edge. Dealing with merchants was typically easy though certainly a rare enough occurrence in his life, and still. The fact that your father was a merchant and the fact that he was your father was enough to make him just a bit jittery. 

It was something he’d schooled out of his expression and daily mannerisms with a practiced carefulness that some would’ve found impressive, but it was still something you had noticed. 

You commented on it as the two of you walked up the steps to the front door, hand ghosting over his arm in what would’ve been a comforting gesture but never touching it to respect Kaz’s touch aversion. 

“Don’t be nervous,” you said. “My mother has very low expectations given that she knows your status in the Barrel, so as long as you don’t act much like you do when we’re in the Slat and you’re running a mean streak, all will be well. My father is...well, he’s my father. He takes a bit of getting used to.” 

You knocked on the door, once, twice, and one of the staff answered, greeting you with a smile. You went in, took off your coats and your shoes. Kaz glanced at his gloves daringly for a moment before shaking his head at himself. 

As the two of you proceeded down the hallway that lead to the dining room, Kaz straightened his tie and ran a self conscious hand over his dark hair in the last second before the two of you spotted a woman who might’ve been you but thirty years older. Kaz had a split second to do so, but he managed to smile and hoped it came off as warm. 

“The refined Kaz Brekker, I assume?” She asked. Kaz nodded and registered a man who must’ve been your father approaching.

“Barrel businessman,” your father intoned. “Criminal, really. Shameful business model.” 

“I run my clubs as fairly and efficiently as possible,” Kaz responded, already sensing a dislike from your father. “There is no conning in my clubs, and when there is, it is dealt with accordingly. I thank you for the businessman comment, though, so few recognize me as more than Barrel trash.” 

Barrel trash that was a force to be reckoned with, of course, but he forced himself to bite his tongue. The aim of the meeting was to get your parents to like him, not to argue with your father over the expensive wine or the taste of the cheese on the charcuterie board. 

“Kaz Brekker,” your father greeted. “It is...well, it is something indeed, to finally be able to make your acquaintance.”

Your mother took you by the hands and gave Kaz a kind smile. “You two have most certainly arrived on time! Dinner is to be served any minute, and the table is set!” 

Kaz followed you and your mother to the table set for four, took a seat on your right and across from your father. 

“Do tell us more of your clubs, Mr. Brekker,” your father said. “I do hear that they’re all the rage among the tourists.” 

“The Crow Club is largely a gambling hall,” Kaz said. “Makkers Wheel, Three Man Bramble, games mostly. There’s a bar for those who aren’t interested in gambling and a lot of seating for those looking to dine at the establishment. The Silver Six is more of the same, and I would like to think it’s a step up from what it used to be.” 

“Oh yes! I’ve gambled at the Kaelish Prince during a few meets with my coworkers--that Pekka Rollins who ran it was bloody awful. Lots of those games were rigged and the liquor sometimes tasted quite odd.” 

You glanced at Kaz. 

“Had a few squabbles with Rollins myself,” Kaz said. “Dregs business and irrelevant, though. Glad he’s gone.” 

“Glad you took it over,” your father said. “I think I’ll visit the Silver Six, get a taste for what it’s like to gamble in a place owned by my daughters most beloved.” 

“I do hope you’ll enjoy, then,” Kaz said. “Tell me what day you and your lot come down--I’ll man a couple of games at the tables.” 

“He’s excellent,” you said. “I won’t say he’ll ensure you win the pot of money that you and your work friends will put down because he likes a fair game, but he’s really excellent with cards. When he mans a game, it’s in his hands the whole time. Mesmerizing to watch.” 

Kaz shot you a thankful smile, and the dinner continued as such. Kaz’s father attempting to a throw a curveball at him, Kaz catching the ball and tossing it back into your fathers yard. Eventually, when your father grew tired of the games and decided he liked Kaz well enough, you both noticed it, and you watched Kaz’s shoulders deflate along with his nerves bit by bit throughout the rest of the night.

A couple hours in, Kaz was making your father laugh and relishing in the way you laughed when your mother took your hands and told you that Kaz must’ve been the one, that they were sorry for how they’d judged him without knowing him so well. 

Kaz could relax. He’d impressed both of your parents with only a few glasses of wine, a twelve course meal that took you all quite some time to eat because you were so busy talking, and the beginnings of a lemon meringue pie for dessert. 

By the time that you were leaving, your mother was hugging you and your father was shaking Kaz’s gloved hand--he’d asked first, the rumors of the touch aversion lingering in every corner of Ketterdam no matter the district--and Kaz was hoping that the waters would not rise while simultaneously hoping that your father was impressed by it.

Kaz walked you to your apartment and chose to stay the night in the end, the two of you sleeping far enough away from one another that you didn’t risk waking up to find your bodies entangled and triggering Kaz’s touch aversion.

As he drifted, Kaz couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Your parents liked him. He had won their approval. It was enough to keep him contented through to the next morning, your presence enough to keep him contented forever. 

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

[calistrae]

overwhelmed. jude bellingham

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requested: yes/no

request: "so can it be where the reader is very shy, doesn't talk even if they need to and will do anything to not interact with anyone but their BFF and jude and he's trying to get them out of their bubble but they get overwhelmed and cry"

pairing: shy!gn!reader x jude bellingham (platonic because friendships are criminally underrepresented)

warnings: mentions of anxiety, reader has an anxiety episode, angst, jude's a sweetheart

feel free to send in requests!

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it was no secret to anyone around you that you were shy - whenever you could avoid talking to new people, you took the opportunity. aside from your best friends, alex and jude, you rarely spoke to anyone. even the smallest of social interactions could make you struggle with keeping your head straight.

alex and jude could see you struggling on the daily and whenever they could help, they did. whether it was by ordering your coffee for you at your guys' favorite café or helping you out with important presentations, they were always there for you. both of them had always been outgoing and rarely felt anxious around people. nonetheless, on some level, they failed to understand you. they had no idea that each time you had to talk to someone new your hands would began sweating and your whole brain went into overdrive, making the worst assumptions about the interaction, even if it was just small talk.

for you, the absolute worst case scenario was whenever the two dragged you to some party. they always felt crowded with no room left to breathe, people rubbing against one another and there was no way you could avoid conversations. jude had been begging you to come with him and alex to a night out for so long and even though you had managed to create excuses for about a week now, you were slowly running out of ideas. so on a dreadful thursday afternoon, your phone screen lit up with a text message from the footballer.

bellingham: "tomorrow night work for you? will make it fun, promise."

as quickly as your fingers managed, you typed out a response, excusing yourself with having to do some shopping. right as you were about to send it, you could feel guilt in the depths of your stomach. you had been making up excuses for so long. you couldn't possibly lie again to avoid getting out of this. at some point they'd clock that you were making things up. with a deep sigh, your head fell back against the headboard of your bed as your thoughts began running. if it was jude and alex planning a night out, it would be either at a club or a bar...even the thought of the places gave you goosebumps. you dreaded going to them, despised it with your whole heart in fact. god, you hated this so much. why did you have to be friends with the two most social people you could think of?

and that's exactly how you ended up in a club, sitting at a booth with your best friends. jude had already started on drinks while alex was scanning the club, trying to find anyone that would catch her eye. you on the other hand felt claustrophobic. people were so close, the loud music and voices booming through the club. not your scene at all. as always, your shyness had become the topic of the night, your friends attempting to convince you to try and talk to someone, make new acquaintances or even friends.

"seriously, i think you should go and talk. it'll help you come over your fears, you know." alex mentioned and sipped her cocktail. her words only made you tense up "what if i embarrass the shit out of myself, al?" you countered and ran your hand through your hair, glancing around you.

"al is right, y/n. you've got to get out of your comfort zone. you have two friends in the whole world" jude chimed in and shrugged. "i'm bored out of my mind. how long are we gonna stay in this damn booth? come on, let's go." the guy nudged your leg with his foot underneath the table before standing up and pulling you with him, alex following close behind. in this moment, you wanted to kill him. instead, you let yourself be dragged along.

as soon as you got to the bar, you ran into some of his other friends and pretty naturally, your groups blended together. while everyone was chatting and bantering, jude ordering shots for the group, you stood with your back against the bar, completely unable to speak. the guys and girls all seemed friendly but your mouth was sealed shut and you couldn't bring yourself out of it. your mind was filled with your own thoughts, your heartbeat seeding up with each passing second. it was at least 10 people, if not more. it was too much.

at some point, the footballer looked over at you, noticing the blank expression on your face. his brows furrowed together as your eyes met. right then, one of the girls, who you had heard was called jade, turned to you "i'm so sorry, i don't think i caught your name, love?" she spoke up and gave you a smile.

"i don't think they have introduced themselves." "you should introduce yourself."

"i'm assuming you're y/n, right?"

all these questions kept coming at you and gradually, your breathing began to quicken and when you tried to open your mouth to speak, alarm bells went off in your head and you fell silent once again. you pressed your lips together, tightly clenching your hands together behind your back but you couldn't contain it. you could feel your eyes burn with tears but before any of them escaped, you made your exit, pressing through the sweaty bodies to get outside. you could feel the air running out from your lungs, you needed to breathe. as soon as you left the club, you sat down on the stairs, feeling yourself crumble.

jude was shocked, he hadn't expected you to react like that. he knew you were shy but he had never fully comprehended how hard socializing was for you. when you left, he quickly excused himself and followed you out. seeing you on the stairs, he crouched down in front of you. "hey...i'm so sorry that happened." he told you calmly and lightly ran his hand over your forearm in a soothing manner. "we shouldn't have pushed like that, we didn't know it could affect you like that." he admitted and took a seat next to you, wrapping his arm across your shoulders. fuck, he felt horrible about this.

"take deep breaths, yeah? we don't have to go back inside. alex will stay with jade anyways. we can get out of 'ere if you want." he told you and just let you be, while you tried to at least get your breathing back to normal. it was a relief jude was there with you as he dismissed people that approached to ask if you were alright.

"how 'bout we call a cab, since you know, eh, i can't really drive anymore. and i'll take you home."

and he did but instead of leaving straight away, he ordered some comfort food before he made sure you got to bed safe and sound.

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[kiddbegins]

Can We Talk? - Will Halstead

requested: yes

word count: 1,687

warnings: none

a/n: i got nothing i just love will yk

masterlist

so how long are you going to avoid me? And can we just clear the air please?

You’ve known Will Halstead for longer than you’d known any of your other friends in Chicago. He was the first person to introduce himself when you went to that bar on the corner from your house and he seemed nice enough.

A doctor, nice, funny, and yes, good looking. He caught your eye almost instantly but you swore off dating a long time ago. Too much ache and pain that it just didn’t seem worth it. Men weren’t worth their trouble and you were okay with living for yourself. 

Besides, what were they aside from a distraction from getting to your own goals in life? So the small part of you that couldn’t help but find the ginger doctor attractive simply pushed itself down and deep in the back crevice of your mind.

Being friends with him, his brother and the plethora of first responders was enough for you. And no part of you wanted to change that. But then you got drunk. Celebrating a wedding at the bar, letting go because you didn’t have work the next day.

One thing led to another and you were kissing Will in the back seat of his car while everyone else was still inside dancing. And it wasn’t like you guys slept together, he’d never let something like that happen when you were that smashed. 

And honestly the only reason you even went to his car was because you needed the fresh air away from everyone but also didn’t want to stand on the sidewalk in the heels you had on. So he offered his car. Very plausible, very normal.

Will was also going to head back inside after he did so. But your pleading pulled at his heart strings and he sat with you. Which was fine until you good a good look at his face and the urge to smack one on him overruled your emotionally cut off attitude.

All of that happened about a week ago and now you’d spent as much time as humanly possible avoiding the doctor. Except you were transferring over to Chicago Med from Lakeshore because a new department opened up and they needed new doctors.

And who worked at Med? Will. Who would you be seeing daily? Will. Last but not least, who would you have to actually interact and converse with while at the hospital? Did you guess Dr. Will Halstead because you’d be correct.

Things were going to be awkward. So awkward. At least on your end. Considering you were the one that snapped out of it and shoved yourself out of his vehicle and ran back inside, leaving the man with his heart racing and lipstick just slightly smeared on his own lips.

But you did your best to ignore it, maybe if you didn’t bring it up and acted like nothing ever happened then he’d do the same. 

Except that is not how Will rolled. He wanted to kiss you again, and again, and again. Sure he’d had a crush on you way longer than that night at the wedding but something about the way you held the side of his face and pressed against his skin just dialed his feelings up to a million.

Way higher than you’d like anyone to feel for you. Because then you’d have to break their heart. Tell them that you couldn’t love them, not in the way they wanted to be anyway. You could love them as a friend. As a coworker. But not as a lover.

You refused.

And you stood by it, even as Goodwin walked you through the hospital, letting you get a feel for the people you’d be working with, in the building you’d be working in. Did you lock eyes with the red haired doctor instantly? Yes. Yes you did. But you ignored the way your heart picked up, instead focusing in as Ms. Goodwin introduced you to the doctors and nurses of the department.

Most of them you’d met via Molly’s and Will but others were fresh faces that you’d have to make acquaintances with. “Morning Ms. Goodwin,” Will made a point to come over, leaning on the nurses station counter with a warm smile, putting a pause on the walking. “Y/n.” He added with a slight twitch of the lip.

Your stomach flipped, nodding faintly at him. Why did he have to go about this here and now? Maybe he always greeted the director of the hospital when she passed through. And this was just something that was frequent that you just happened to be a part of today. 

It wasn’t but as far as you knew, it could have been. “Morning Dr. Halstead, I take it you know Dr. y/l/n?” Goodwin looked between you two, noting the gaze that radiated from both of you. Something nearly impossible to avoid.

“Uh, yeah, she’s friends with Jay and them all. I can take over the ED tour if you’d like?” He offered and every single part of you wanted to scream out no, that you wanted her to continue it with her but how would that come off?

That you couldn’t stand being alone with a doctor that you were doing to see at least five days a week for over twelve hours? Not exactly a great first impression. So instead you stayed quiet, letting Goodwin decide.

But the second she agreed you wished you had said something, anything. “Very well, y/n, you can come and find me when you’re finished your walk through.” Goodwin smiled, turning heel and walking away.

And now you were stuck with a man you honestly kind of wanted to kiss again. But also a man who you refused to do anything with. “You didn’t have to take over, she was doing just fine..” You muttered, not trying to come off as rude but the awkwardness between the two of you just brought out the wrong tone.

“Yeah but how else could I ask how long you’re going to avoid me for?” Will countered, nodding his head for you to follow, moving through the people that walked in and out of the emergency room.

You sighed faintly, shaking your head, “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Could’ve fooled me, I walked into Molly’s on Friday and the second you looked at me you passed Herrmann the money for your drink, that wasn’t even drunk yet, and left.” He cocked an eyebrow at you as he pulled open the door to the employee break room. 

He didn’t bother explaining the room before he turned, “Can we just clear the air on all of this? Please?” This was truly the last place he wanted or expected this conversation to happen. Will would’ve much rather it had been outside of Molly’s or at his apartment, or yours even.

Anywhere but the break room where people could look in, where anybody could walk in. So many distractions but he couldn’t just act like he wasn’t slowly going crazy. That kiss, (borderline makeout), was like magic for the man. 

It was like you tattooed your lips to his and they were to be permanently there for the rest of eternity. Except you wouldn’t even look him in the eyes so thinking about your mouth on his, felt wrong on every level.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” You shrugged, letting out a sigh, “We were drunk, we kissed, and that’s it right?” You tried so hard to play it smooth. That you weren’t thinking of him in the same way he was thinking about you. 

But it was hard. You could still imagine how his hand felt sliding up your back as you pushed him against the back of the seat. How you nearly threw your legs over his while you held onto one another.

So saying all of this to him felt like lying. Because it was. 

Will shook his head, twisting his lips up. “No, no that’s not it. Something was happening when we kissed and I know you felt it too. Like we were supposed to be there. Or some shit like that.” Now he was a doctor. Science was his game.

So saying that something like fate was what brought you two into that car was like an atheist claiming jesus. “I-,” You faltered as your eyes met again. And you, for once, felt a wave of guilt wash over you as you realized you had to break the poor man’s heart. Just like you’d had to with other men. 

“Maybe there was, but, I can’t love you the way you deserve Will so we’re better off just cutting our losses here so you can move onto someone better that will actually give you something.” You rushed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

Part of you was silently praying for an emergency, for someone to come in and take the doctor away so this conversation could be over but alas, nothing. For once it seemed that Chicago was taking a breather.

The man shook his head, “I don’t believe that. There’s… something here. And I don’t know if you’re scared or what, but I’m willing to do anything I can to get you to let your guard down with me.” He tentatively reached out, brushing your hair off your shoulder so he could clasp onto it. “However long it takes.”

“You shouldn’t do that to yourself.” Your voice was soft, his own tone and words making your heart ache. You wouldn’t be able to.

“That’s for me to decide isn’t it?” Will paused, “But look. If you want nothing to do with me, just tell me and I’ll respect it. But know that I truly want to try whatever this is. Kissing you felt like knowing everything that I wanted was sitting right in front of me.” 

There was a bit of silence between the two of you, thoughts running in and out of your mind. You wanted him. Badly. Just as badly as he seemed to want you. So were your previous feelings and beliefs a good enough reason to not give in?

No. No they weren’t.

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[seichira]

friends don’t look at friends that way.

ran hasn’t always been easy to read, but he made it impossible not to put meaning into his actions. he says that you’re his friend, but he looks at you like he loves you as much as you love him. there is no point trying to understand him, for his actions never matched his words.

genre: angst

warnings: profanity, hints of toxicity

masterlist.

for the nth time tonight, you had to explain to your friends that you aren’t ready to date anyone anytime soon.

much less anyone among the bonten men sitting across from you, the men you have grown acquainted to ever since you bumped into them a couple of months ago at the same bar you’re currently in.

“why not? i heard kakucho, the one with the mismatched colored eyes, is a real gentleman. he’s just your type!” hina insisted.

you tried real hard not to look at the group of men sitting across the room, even though you can basically feel a piercing gaze burn a hole through your skull because of how intense it is.

the same man staring at you, the older haitani, is the exact same reason why you can’t bring yourself to date anyone else.

“i’m just not in the right place in my life right now to be starting a relationship. it’ll just end in ruin, hina.” you explained, when all you really wanted to say was that you were head over heels in love with ran.

finally, your thin restraint broke and you gave in to the temptation to look at him. from the corner, he was eyeing you like a hawk. he looks so dangerous, and yet, you craved him.

when he looks at you like this, you almost fall victim to the idea that he might just reciprocate your feelings—but you know better.

it came from the man himself, that you are his friend. he told his mates in bonten that you are his friend. he told you that you two are friends.

how could it be any more clear where you stand in his life, albeit a life full of of hiding and criminal activity?

you just wish… that he wouldn’t look at you like you’re not just friends.

“c’mon! it wouldn’t hurt, surely? just try to steer away from my brother and it’ll be fine!” it was senju’s turn to encourage you, since she is craving for some romance in her bones.

“actually, haruchiyo has been nice to me!” you defended the pink-haired man who seemed a little too frenzied for your liking, but never really pulled anything bad on you.

senju rolled his eyes, “anyway, you said no to kakucho. my brother is out of the question. mikey is too scary. how about… haitani?”

your eyes widened at the suggestion, and your friends are much too observant to not take notice of that.

“i see!” they all laughed in unison, clearly amused with your revealing reaction, only for them to be wrong at the next conclusion.

“you’re interested in rindou, after all!”

emma said that a little bit too loud that it caught the attention of the bonten table. the girls were looking at you, so it was obvious that the statement was directed to you.

all the heat rushed up to your cheeks and all you wanted was for the ground to swallow you whole as heads turned to you one by one.

a moment of silence engulfed the bar before bonten bursted into teasing laughter, pushing and pulling rindou haitani until most of the people from their table reached yours.

god! this is embarassing! it’s one thing to be accused of liking someone, but being in the middle of a misunderstanding involving ran haitani’s brother is another! little did they know that you had only reacted like that was because you thought they were talking about ran!

with a frantic look on your face, you glanced at ran. his eyes were not reduced to slits, his face decorated with burrowed eyebrows that you always deemed boyishly handsome on him.

he looks angry, and you almost fool yourself into believing that he’s jealous. you wanted to laugh at your delusion.

in my wildest dreams, you think.

“piss off, man!” rindou shrugged off sanzu’s hand that pushed him in front of you. he had no choice but to sit down next to you because of the push that came next.

your ever-so-loyal friends were quick to scoot over to give you two some space. as for rindou, there were remnants of a laugh on his lips but an apologetic look on his eyes.

you covered your face because of all the eyes watching the two of you. in the middle of it all, you can’t help but entertain the uneasiness at the thought that ran could be watching.

a hand gripped both of your wrists in one go, urging you to remove your palms on your face. “sorry for this, y/n. no need to feel embarrassed, i swear. you know they get rowdy.”

there was a tug in your heart at the familiarity of the face of the man before you—except he was soft at the edges where ran was rough.

your eyes scanned each crest and throughs of rindou’s face, hoping to find more that would remind you of ran. they are siblings, there should be some more resemblance lying around, waiting to be found.

he kept on talking and assuring you that he wouldn’t put malice on this very incident, but you were focused. when you ran out of spaced to inspect, your irises moved to search for the man himself, the apple of your eye.

only for him to not be where he was seated just a few moments ago. because now, he’s sitting by the bar counter, talking to a lady that is just his type, the kind of beautiful that you believe is worthy of his attention and time.

you know that.

but that doesn’t mean you’re fine with it.

you are aware of his escapades.

but that doesn’t mean you’ll stand around and watch it unfold.

you aren’t a martyr like that.

“e-excuse me for a minute,” you said with a shaky breath, followed by the disappointed remarks of the bonten guys who wanted a show from you and rindou.

despite that, you wasted no time in heading towards the powder room, passing by the bar counter, effectively pushing past ran and the girl he’s flirting with.

but you didn’t get very far. only a few steps after you got past them, a strong hand gripped your arm firm enough to stop you on your tracks.

ran haitani is towering over you, with his shoulders rapidly moving up and down like he couldn’t control his breath.

you don’t understand, but he is ran haitani. he wasn’t here to be understood and you have long accepted that. he’s here but he doesn’t have to make sense.

“let go.” you said.

he didn’t say a thing nor did he move, so you took it upon yourself to forcefully free your arm from his hold, hoping that setting yourself free from the reins of loving him would be as simple.

maybe he didn’t want to hurt a lady, so he went soft on you and loosened his grip. that allowed you to run outside the bar, ready to leave that godforsaken place that you only went to tonight because you wanted to forget. to forget him. but hey! of course, he’s here too!

“y/n!” his voice could be heard from behind you along with rushed footsteps. you can’t fool yourself, you know you can’t outrun him and there is no way for you to hail a cab in an instant to get away.

“y/n!” he called again.

you turned harshly on him, on time with his arrival in front of you. he looked so deliriously handsome, it’s ridiculous.

“what, haitani?”

“you’ve gotta problem with me?“

you looked at him incredulously. “you have the guts to say that to me when you’re the one who grabbed my arm just a few minutes ago, and ran after me like that?”

“because you looked at me like you’re mad at me for something! it’s damn confusing, woman!”

“is there a reason i should be mad at you?”

he shook his head firmly. “quite frankly, no. but i’ve got reasons to be mad at you.”

“what for?”

this conversation was exhausting, but it’s ran. it’s a moment with ran. it’s like you’d rather be here arguing with him than be alone with your thoughts and unreciprocated love.

“you into my brother now, huh?”

“and what is it to you if i am? why don’t you just go back to that girl, whoever she was, and take her back to your place?!”

he chuckled without humor, “why the fuck would i even do that kinda shit, huh?! i’m not the issue here! you’re one to talk! you’ve got your friends pushing you onto different guys all the time! and now, my fucking brother?”

“it was a misunderstanding!” your voice was starting to strain and it even threatened to break, but you can’t back down from a furious ran haitani when you’re just as agitated as he is. “and even if it wasn’t, it’s none of your fucking business, ran!”

“it is my fucking business!”

“it’s not! how could it be?!”

“because it concerns you!” he shouted back before frustratingly messing up his hair that he probably spent a good time fixing. “fuck!”

it took you by surprise. your heart constricted in the painful realization that his words could be subject to your misinterpretation once again, and you had to clarify.

“w-what?”

ran haitani grabbed you by your nape, and crashed his lips against yours without warning. the moment you kissed him back without hesitation, you wanted to kick yourself. you were helpless. a helpless fool.

“you can’t be with him.” he said with finality before leaving you standing there all alone.

days after the incident, you were at the same bar hoping to see him there, to finally ask him about the questions you’ve cradled in your mind like parasites.

what was the kiss for? why would you look at me like you want me? like you love me?

but, you heard him. again.

“what’s the score between you and y/n? saw you the other night running after her outside.”

“oh, y/n? she’s a friend.”

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2.1k, yandere, car accident, amnesia, stalking, drugs, kidnapping, restraints, chains (@starillusion13)

“I know this place…”

Minho wandered the streets every night, finding himself following the same path over and over again. He’d always wind up at this bar, stumbling in, drunk on memories and pain. He was haunted by the past, by his lover. This was a place they’d frequent together, and he’d always come here looking for them. He’d confuse the girls around for his lover, and that would always get him into trouble. Every night he’d be dragged out and beaten, but that never discouraged him from going back there and looking for the one he loved.

Every day he lived in a nightmare. He lost his lover in a car accident, but he’s still looking for them. This night was like no other. Minho was making his way over to the bar when something caught his eyes. There was a girl looking around the area, she seemed a bit lost, but in his mind that was her, the one he had lost. Without a second thought he ran over and hugged the girl, holding her tight, afraid to let go. Of course she squirmed beneath him until she got free. Now that he was close Minho would realize this wasn’t who he was looking for, but he was caught off guard seeing the girl’s face. She looked just like his lost love.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Do I know you?” The girl asked. “I-”

“No. I just thought you looked like someone I knew.”

“Oh… sorry…”

“I’m sorry… I’ll be leaving now…”

Minho offered a quick smile and stepped away. He knew he was chasing a ghost, but those little moments when he thought he saw them again, they could spark such peace in his heart. That simple hug, thinking it was someone, it eased his worries, even if only for a second. As he walked away he could still feel the warmth of the embrace, deluding himself into believe it was-

“Y/n!”

Minho stopped dead in his tracks, feeling his heart sink. Hearing your name brought so much to the surface that it overwhelmed him. Tears built up in his eyes, and a tightening was felt in his chest. He looked back at the doppelganger, only to see another familiar face by their side. A friend of their deceased beloved. Without realizing Minho was already walking back over, confronting the pair.

“Alya.”

“Uh…”

The strange gentlemen that had hugged you moments before came back, and was speaking to your friend. The fact he knew their name, you figured they were acquainted somehow, but Alya didn’t seem happy to see him.

“You called her y/n, why?”

“Who… who are you again?”

The stranger suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled up the sleeve, revealing a scar you had. He traced his fingers over it for a moment before you managed to free yourself from his grip, rolling down your sleeve.

“It’s you… you’re y/n…”

“Do… do I know you?” You mumbled. “I… I was in a car accident recently… it caused amnesia and-”

“That’s enough.” Alya covered your mouth. “We should be going, it is late.”

Alya kept your mouth covered, offering the stranger a fake smile and trying to move away, but he grabbed her arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was alive!” Minho yelled. “All this time…”

“How dare you!” Alya snapped. “You’re the reason there was an accident in the first place! I may not have all the details, but you and y/n were fighting that night and she left you! She was driving under duress and called me, trying to explain things when I heard the crash…”

“You-”

“Don’t put this on me, Minho! You didn’t reach out either. You were there that night, you saw her laying on the ground and bleeding, yet you walked away, believing her to be dead. She’s better off without you.”

Alya tried to walk away again with you, but Minho wasn’t going to let you leave that easily. Although soon enough a group of men saw the scene and intervened, pulling Minho away from you both. They threw him to the ground and started kicking him. You wanted to stop them but Alya held you back and pulled you away from the scene. All you could do was watch and hear how the men had repeatedly told Minho not to come around here and harass girls. When you got to Alya’s car you couldn’t help but ask.

“Who was he? Minho? Is he an ex of mine?”

“The worst of it. Don’t worry about him, he was awful, and you don’t owe him anything.”

“But-”

“Y/n, he nearly got you killed. It’s better you don’t remember him.”

A lot had changed for you in what felt like an instant. So much of your life was just gone, but you knew that couldn’t hold you back. This place felt like a ghost town. Everywhere you went, everywhere you looked, you felt some faded connection. The doctor had told you that your head trauma from the crash caused your amnesia, and that it was unlikely for you to recover your memories. With all that in mind you figured it was best to move somewhere else, to start over and build your life. 

You still planned to keep in touch with Alya. She was there for you when you woke up, and stayed by your side throughout all your recovery. She admitted that she’d miss having you so close, but she understood your need to find yourself. You still wondered about that ex you ran into, but you knew you couldn’t dwell on the past if you wanted to move forward. You were starting a new chapter in your life after all.

🖤

Minho was still stuck in a routine, but things had changed. He was no longer searching for the ghost of you, but for the one he had lost. After that night he was just focused on finding where you had disappeared to. His best bet was to wait by your friend’s house, surely you would show up, and from there he could find out where you were. It took him days of waiting before he got to see you again. He had to hold himself back from running over to you and embracing you in a hug. Now was not the time.

When you went into your friend’s house he snuck over to your car, placing a tracker on it and going back to wait. Once you came out of the house he had to hold himself back again. As you pulled off into the street he carefully followed you, discovering where you were now. He could see that you moved out of town to a neighboring one. You lived in a small apartment building, and it put his mind at ease knowing where you were now. So he’d spend the days watching you, seeing how you went about your life. You seemed happy, and seeing you smile again made him remember the past.

He thought back to all the time the two of you spent together. Your death made him feel an indescribable guilt, but this was a second chance. Not just for him to make things right, but another chance for the both of you. After some time of watching you, he decided to approach.  You’d go to the farmers market about once a week, and that’s where he’d run into you. He was nervous, but he knew he just had to be himself. Although he did have to encourage himself multiple times to say something or else lose out on speaking with you.

“…ha… hi…”

“Hm? Oh, hello there.”

“I… uh… I’m-”

“Minho?”

“Yes. My name is Minho.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

“I know- I mean, it’s nice to meet you.” Minho offered his hand, which you took. “How… uh… how have you been?”

“I’m doing alright. Still adjusting, but the hard part of my journey seems to be over.”

“I’m glad you made a full recovery.”

“Thank you.”

“Could I… uh… would you like some coffee?”

“I’m good, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Minho had no problem following you around the market, helping you with your bags and picking out fruits and vegetables. It was nice to be together, it felt like old times, like nothing had changed.

“How have you been?” You asked.

“Me? Uh… I’ve been doing okay, doing my best.”

“You should take better care of yourself too.”

“What?”

“Your face.”

“Ah, I’m alright, no need to worry.”

Minho helped you get your bags to your apartment. He only got a small peek into your apartment though.

“Get home safe.”

“Ah, thank you.”

He was sad that you didn’t invite him in, but he could also understand that. Still, he wasn’t gonna just let you go, so he’d watch you from afar. It wasn’t until some days later that he approached you again. He offered you some flowers, your favorites, and you took them with a smile on your face.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.”

“I thought I’d come around to see how you were doing.”

“I appreciate it. I’m doing alright, and you?”

“Better.”

“I can see. Your face doesn’t look so bad anymore.”

“Yeah… I was wondering if I could treat you to a meal.”

“Uh, thank you, but I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” You explained. “I’m trying to move forward with my life and make my own path. You’re someone from my past, and also the reason my present is this way. I don’t know what happened, but the old me left you, and now we’re here. I’m sorry, but I’d appreciate it if you stopped coming around. I don’t have a connection with you anymore.”

“But I-”

“It’s weird having you here since I know no one told you where I was. I won’t call the police, but all I ask is that you leave. Please.”

“I… uh… I understand… sorry…”

🖤

Minho stared down at his wedding ring, remembering that fateful night. He could still hear the yelling in his head, but it was all muffled. That was the night he had proposed, but you didn’t seem ready for that step. You ran away and he could only think to chase you down. He thought he could talk to you, and instead he witnessed the crash, getting into an accident himself. He thought it was all over like a fool, but he had a second chance now, and he wasn’t going to ruin it. Although he had to take matters into his own hands.

He kept his distance as you had asked, watching you from afar and seeing how you lived your life. Just as he had his routine, you seemed to have yours. A way to keep you grounded and moving forward. Once he had a good idea when to make his move he stepped into action. While you were away he broke into your apartment. It was pretty empty as he had expected, you didn’t have much to start over with. Now all he had to do was wait for you. In theory you shouldn’t be gone for long, but any minute apart from you felt like an eternity.

Eventually when he heard you returning he hid, watching you in silence. You put down your grocery bags, starting to take everything out when you heard the floor creak. You looked around, but there was no one. It was probably just the apartment, so you paid it no mind. Then you suddenly felt a hand around your throat, and a rag was over your mouth. You breathed in a strange scent and started feeling dizzy. The edges of your vision were turning black and you felt your strength leaving you. Fear was eating you up, and it consumed you just as the darkness did.

When you regained consciousness your head was still spinning, but you were also worried. Nothing around you looked familiar, and this place was really dark. As you tried to get up you felt something cold against your leg, reaching over and finding a chain. You were really starting to worry, and then you heard a door open. You moved away from the sound, finding your back against a wall and pulling your knees up to your chest. Then you saw a hauntingly familiar face approach you.

“Please… please let me go… I won’t tell anyone…”

“I’m sorry. I know you said you wanted nothing to do with me anymore, but I can’t give up on this so easily. I know you can remember again, or we can just start over and do things right. Either way, I am not losing you again.”

“…”

“I didn’t like how I felt without you. It’s not right. I’m always going to chase you, so let’s try this again.”

#shinee #minho #choi minho #shinee au #shinee scenarios #shinee imagines #shinee yandere #lee taemin #lee jinki #kim kibum #kim jonghyun

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Plot: You and Jake Seresin are reunited a few years after meeting at Top Gun. After years of wondering how he truly feels about you, you begin to wonder if you should move on. Jake beings to realize he might be too late.

Prompts/Requests: "You shouldn't be with him, you should be with me." and October 21 K, Jake asks you to be his s/o as a confession because he's are in love with you. Requested By: @witchygagirl and an Anon

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x GN!Reader - Call Sign 'Swift'

Warnings: Mutual jealousy, but not in a toxic way. Brief cursing (like one time lol)

Words: 4.3k

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As you watched Jake line up his shot before looking over at Payback and making his shot without looking, you rolled your eyes in amusement. Same old Jake, just as cocky as he was when you were in Top Gun.

"Do you ever not show off?" Payback asked.

"Never." Jake said with a smirk as he looked over at you and winked.

You rolled you eyes playfully as you looked over at Payback "Just be glad you didn't have to deal with it constantly at Top Gun like Coyote and I had too, right?"

You looked over at Coyote who smirked and nodded his head "Hell yeah."

"Ah, come on Swift, you know you liked a challenge."

"What I liked, was beating you just to piss you off."

Jake and Coyote laughed as Payback looked between you "I still can't tell if you two are friends or not."

You smiled as you and Jake locked eyes. For a moment you felt a familiar tension between you. Something that was a constant, back at Top Gun.

Your smile faded a bit as you looked back over at Payback "We're friends, we just have a bit of a friendly competitiveness between us. Nothing new."

Jake smiled as he watched you line up your shot "We were neck and neck throughout the entire program. Which is the reason Coyote didn't want me and Swift to be on the same team tonight, isn't that right buddy?"

"I don't get it, why's that?" Payback asked.

You looked up at Payback and smirked as you made your shot the same way Jake did, successfully sinking your last ball, and the white ball with it. "Because no one can beat us when we're a team."

Payback and Coyote both groaned as Jake fist pumped "That's right!" Walking over to you, you highfived.

Jake kept your hand in his for a moment as your eyes locked again. The tension rose, until Jake let go as he spotted the other's making their way over.

You forced yourself to look away from Jake as you said hello to Phoenix and Bob. Glancing over at Jake, you repressed the sinking feeling in your gut as you thought back of your time at Top Gun.

Your rivalry at Top Gun quickly formed into friendship, as you intrigued and challenged Jake. You were one of the few people who could bounce off of his sarcasm and confidence with your own.

Between the lines of your friendship, there seemed to be more. Times when you and Jake seemed inseparable, your eyes always on each other, tension that seemed to pull you closer to affection.

But then, there would be times of distance and uncertainty. When he would treat you like an acquaintance. And you had to battle between the thoughts of 'He loves me, he loves me not.'

The hope and certainty of 'He loves me' that you decided on, was destroyed though, when you graduated from Top Gun. Because just as fast he found his way into your life, he was gone.

You hadn't talked or heard from him since the day of your graduation when he hugged you, and said he'd see you around. And as he walked away from you, for the last time, you remember that fading thought, filled with disappointment and pain. 'He loves me not.'

But now, reunited for this mission, he looked at you and treated you the same as he did back then. You were just as confused, just as hopeful, and just as doubtful.

And that pesky confused thought ran through your mind again. He loves me, he loves me not.

As you looked across the bar to see Fanboy enter and smile brightly at you, you smiled back. Looking over at Jake, you let out a sigh and pushed your thoughts away as you left the pool table. You couldn't wait for Jake forever, and you didn't deserve the pain of uncertainty that followed him.

--- --- --- ---

Walking back from the hangars after another failed attempt at the training course, you and the others ranted and complained, all annoyed at your own failures.

Breaking off from the others and heading towards the barracks, you saw Jake turn and follow you.

As he fell in line beside you he looked over at you "You gonna go to the Hard Deck with us later?"

You felt your chest tighten a bit. Shaking your head you watched him carefully "Nope."

"Aw, come on, we can beat Coyote and Payback at pool again."

You smiled but shook your head again "As fun as that sounds, I've uh, got a date."

Jake cocked his head a bit and swallowed, clearly taken by surprise. "Oh you do, do you? And how many pages does this date have?" He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was referencing the past times at Top Gun when you opted out of the bar scene to sit in your room and relax with a book.

"None, an actual date Jake, I do have them on occasion."

He smirked at your sarcastic tone, and for a moment, you saw what you thought might be jealousy. But he quickly covered it with a dramatic sigh and wide smile

Walking backwards as he spoke, he turned and headed towards the others. "Well, I'm sure you'll be sorry after the third boring story from your date. And I'll be ready with a spare pool cue for ya'."

Your smile vanished as you continued walking. Did he really not care that you were going on a date, or was he hiding how he felt? Shaking it off, you tried to focus on your plans for the evening, shoving the thoughts of Jake to the back of your mind.

As soon as Jake got into the locker rooms, he scoffed under his breath. Who could possibly have convinced you to go on a date with them? The whole time he knew you, you had never talked about dating. Previous relationships sure, but never current.

Closing his locker a little harder than he meant too, he caught himself and let out a long breath. He had no right to be jealous about you seeing someone else. Not after how he left things after Top Gun. He had a chance back then and let it slip through his fingers. So no, he had no right to be jealous.

Hearing a familiar laugh, Jake barely looked up as Fanboy and Payback walked into the room. He didn't listen to their conversation, his head too caught up in his own thoughts.

After a moment he tuned in on their conversation, freezing as Payback joked "Where you guys gonna go after dinner?"

"I was thinking maybe a walk down the beach." Fanboy said with a smile.

Jake looked over at Payback "Got a date or something Fanboy?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

Fanboy smiled and nodded.

Payback smirked "Yeah, with Swift no less."

Jake nodded, repressing the anger he was feeling. "Oh yeah, Y/n told me they had a date. Didn't know it was with you though."

Fanboy watched him for a second before he smiled "Yeah, yeah, I'm pretty excited about it."

Jake nodded before he grabbed his bag to leave "Sure ya' are, you're lucky, Y/n doesn't go on dates very often."

Payback and Fanboy locked eyes for a moment before they watched him leave. Fanboy felt an odd sensation in his chest, he hadn't know Hangman for very long, but he knew jealousy when he heard it.

--- --- --- ---

You laughed as Fanboy finished his story, shaking your head "So, that's how you got the name Fanboy huh?"

He shrugged "I gotta learn to shut up sometimes." He chuckled "I'm assuming how you got your name is a bit better than geeking out about something in front of a superior."

You shrugged your head and hummed. "I like to tell people it's because I'm fast. Quick reaction time, fast flyer, ya' know, hence the bird on my helmet. But, it's really because during a training session I left my radio on and everyone heard me singing Taylor Swift."

Fanboy laughed as he leaned back in his chair "No way."

You chuckled "Hey, it was a comfort thing, I was nerovus."

He shook his head, still grinning "Who called you Swift first?"

Your smile faded momentarily, which he did not fail to notice. "Uh, actually, Jake did. It was at Top Gun. I had a Call Sign previously in flight school but it never fit, even my instructors didn't think so. Jake made one joke calling me Swift and next thing I knew I had a new helmet and everything."

Fanboy smiled throughout the story "I could tell you and Hangman are close."

"We were." You corrected.

"What happened?"

Coming to your senses you shook your head and smiled "Its not that interesting, I doubt you really wanna hear about it."

He smiled softly at you as he leaned on the table "It's okay, I uh, have to admit I'm curious if there was ever anything between you, he seemed pretty pissed when he found out we were going on a date."

Your eyes widened a bit "He did?"

"Well I guess pissed is a bit of a strong word, but he was definitely jealous."

You felt your chest grow warm before you scoffed "Well he had his chance years ago and blew it, so why should I care now?"

Fanboy watched you for a moment "What did he do?"

You met his eyes for a moment before you shook your head lightly "Nothing. He did nothing, literally. There was definitely something there, between us, then when we graduated, that was it. He said goodbye, and I didn't see or hear from him again until we all got called back here."

"So nothing ever happened between you two?" You shook your head and he nodded lightly "You didn't just say yes to a date with me to make him jealous did you?"

You smiled and shook your head "I said yes to a date with you because I like you Mikey, not because of Jake."

He let out a soft sigh "Good, I'm glad. But, there's-" he motioned between the two of you "nothing happening here is there? No spark I mean."

You smiled sadly at him "Not that I've felt."

He nodded "I'm glad it's not just me, I'd feel like an ass." You chuckled softly "I guess it was just a friendly attraction then, maybe we were meant to just be good friends instead."

You nodded "Maybe."

He leaned in a bit and spoke softer "So I can be your wing-man with Hangman if you want."

You let out a bewildered scoff "So, moving from friend, to date, to wing-man that fast huh?"

He shrugged "Hey, I'm a romantic, and it sounds like you two are right in the middle of your story."

You shook your head "I don't know, I'm not sure its a story he's really invested in."

"You don't think he's changed?"

"I think he's pretty much the same."

Contemplating for a moment, you slowly began to tell Fanboy what had happened between you and Jake. The moments that almost happened, the confusion left in Jake's wake, all of it. It felt good to tell someone, and it felt nice to finally have someone understand the confusion and frustration that had plagued you because of it.

"I don't get why he'd do all that shit." Fanboy said as he tapped his fingers on the table "He seems like the type that's confident enough to admit how he feels, it just doesn't make sense."

"Trust me, I know."

He let out a soft sigh as he looked out the window "Damn it got dark fast, huh?"

You checked the time "Actually we've just been here a long time."

"We should head back I guess huh?"

Nodding, you both stood to leave "Hey, even though there was no spark, I really enjoyed this. And thanks for letting me rant about Jake."

He smiled "No problem Swiftie, thanks for letting me geek out about stuff without teasing me."

Smiling, you walked out together, but stopped when he did. "Hey, uh, maybe we shouldn't tell Jake our date ended up like this. Maybe you should let him stew in his jealous, he might come to his senses."

You thought for a moment "I don't know, seems a bit mean."

"It's the least he deserves for leaving you out to dry."

You shrugged "Fair point."

He chuckled as you both continued to make your way to his car. Jake was back on your mind, but this time you couldn't stop wondering if he was really jealous about the date, or just annoyed at the fact that you blew him off to go on it.

--- --- --- ---

You tapped your pen lightly on your notebook as you waited in the classroom for Maverick to come in. You were hyper-aware that Jake was beside sitting right beside you, as your conversation with Fanboy ran-over in your mind.

Looking back, you caught Fanboy's eye and smiled, he nodded his head in greeting before you turned back to the front of the room.

Jake, noticing this, swallowed hard, ignoring the annoyance he felt. Leaning over, he whispered softly. "So, how'd your date with Mickey-mouse go? You came back pretty late."

You debated for a moment whether to tell him it went well or not, as you glanced back at Fanboy again.

Meeting Jake's eyes you feigned a smile "My date with Mickey, went great, thanks for asking."

You turned your attention to the front of the room as Maverick came in. Jake watched you for a moment before turning his attention to him as well, a light frown etched on his face.

When the class ended Jake made his way over to Coyote and Payback. You watched Jake for a moment, wondering if he was effected at all by what you said.

Hearing him start talking to Coyote, you began to leave, before you hesitated, hearing their conversation.

"So, you gonna hang out with that blonde bombshell all night again?" Coyote asked, amusement in his voice.

Jake chuckled "I don't see why not, she certainly had a lot of energy didn't she? Gave us a hell of a show too." They all laughed.

Your eyes caught Fanboys, who clearly heard the conversation as well. You began to walk out of the room, and he jogged over to catch up.

As he got to your side, he leaned in and spoke softly "You good?"

You smiled at him, though it didn't meet your eyes "I'm fine, the same as I always am when it comes to him."

As you two left, you didn't see Jake turn to watch the two of you leave, a heavy look of indignation on his face.

He was relieved when you showed up at the Hard Deck that evening with Phoenix and Bob, and Fanboy nowhere in sight. When the previously mentioned blonde leaned on him to ask him another question, he looked away. Just in time to miss when your eyes landed on him.

You felt your gut clench when you saw a stranger practically clinging onto him, as he stared down at them, talking and smiling.

"Who's the groupie?" You asked Phoenix as you both slowly weaved through the crowd.

She shrugged "I don't know her name, but if she gets on the stage and starts singing again, I'm leaving."

"If that happens, please take me with you." Bob commented.

You smirked, but you felt your stomach twist "That makes three."

Hearing the doors open and close, you turn back to see Fanboy and Rooster enter. As Fanboy walked up to you, he spotted Jake and the stranger as well, before frowning in disappointment.

As he got to you he laid his arm over your shoulder as he spoke to all of you "Let me guess, Malibu Barbie over there is the one who high-jacked the mic last night?"

Phoenix and Bob nodded their heads in unison, as you and Fanboy both watched her and Jake flirt.

"So you two a thing now or something?" Phoenix asked as she looked at you two.

You and Fanboy met eyes for a moment before shaking your head. You patted his arm and pouted "No spark."

"Aww." Bob and Phoenix both said in unison.

Fanboy leaned in and whispered harshly "But don't tell Jake."

You smacked him, and Phoenix and Bob eyed you both curiosly.

"Do I hear a hint of scheming?" Bob asked amused.

"I'm not explaining all of this again." You said with a shake of your head.

"It's fine I will." Fanboy said far too excitedly as he lead you all over to a table.

Jake's eyes moved over the crowded bar as he searched for you. Finally spotting you, he felt his chest tighten as he spotted Fanboy right beside you as you sat with Bob and Phoenix. You had your face in your hands as Fanboy explained something to Phoenix and Bob who both looked bewildered.

Watching as you placed your head on his shoulder momentarily before you animatedly began to explain something, he let out a deep breath before forcing his attention back to his pool game.

As the woman beside him rambled about something else he didn't care about, he felt his annoyance rising. He thought being with someone else would make you jealous, but it seemed to make no difference. Or maybe he just made another stupid mistake to push you even further away.

His annoyance only built throughout the night, and even more so when he tried to find you later, only to learn you and Fanboy had left together.

--- --- --- ---

Jake had lied awake most of the night thinking over everything he had, and hadn't done when it came to you. He needed to tell you how he felt this time, no running away, no more mistakes. He couldn't let you slip away again.

The next day was long and tedious, and you and Jake never had a moment alone. As soon as he showered, he planned to make a B-Line straight to your door.

As he headed towards the barracks, he spotted Phoenix and Bob leaning against the wall outside.

Spotting him, Phoenix smirked "Hey Bagman, Barbie gonna be performing again tonight?"

Jake rolled his eyes lightly as he slowed in his pace "I hope not, and I don't really care if she does either way."

Phoenix and Bob shared a brief look before she made a subtle comment "And here I thought you had something special."

"You thought wrong." He commented dryly

As he got to the door, Phoenix spoke one more time, watching him carefully "Well you certainly had Y/n fooled."

Jake stopped for a moment before he quickly entered the barracks without another word, leaving a smirking Bob and Phoenix behind.

Jake's chest burned with purpose as he made his way to your room. Taking a deep breath he knocked twice before opening the door.

You turned away from your dresser with mild alarm as you lifted your arm in the air "By all means, come in."

"Sorry." He apologizes as he stood awkwardly by the door.

You watched him for a moment, your heart slowly starting to beat faster. "You need something?" You finally asked when the silence grew heavy.

"You going to the Hard Deck tonight? I could drive you."

Jake's voice was softer than you were expecting, and his body language not as confident. Nervous butterflies began to fill your stomach.

"I wasn't planning on going, me and Mickey were thinking of going to a movie."

Jake's stomach tightened as his face went blank, jealousy itching at his chest.

His voice came out softer than he intended when he spoke "I don't think you and Fanboy are a good match."

You frowned, as your heart began to beat heavier. "What?"

Jake cleared his throat a bit, as he spoke more firmly "You two just don't seem right for each other. You're too good for him, for anyone really."

As hopeful thoughts began to fill your head, you took a step closer to him. "So I should just be alone then?" You challenged.

He tilted his head to the side and let out a soft frustrated smile "No, that's not what I meant."

"Then if no one is good enough for me, why shouldn't I get to chose who to go out with? And why can't it be Mickey?"

"Because-" He cut himself off as his voice rose. Taking a breath, he met your eyes and spoke softer "Because, you shouldn't be with him, you should be with me."

Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it in your head. Your ears and face burned hotter. The silence in the room as heavy as you stared at each other.

Taking another step closer he let out a soft breath "Don't tell me I'm too late."

You tilted your head a bit as you stared at him with a soft melancholy. "Why shouldn't I Jake? I waited so long to hear you say that to me. Back at Top Gun you were all I wanted. And all you did was pull away, over and over, leaving me with nothing but uncertainty. And then you left with a half-assed goodbye. I tried to get over you, but then we came back here and all it did was remind me of how I felt. And you still haven't changed. You still pull away, you let me go on dates, hll, you'd hook up with random girls at bars before you'd tell me how you felt."

He looked down at the ground in defeat as he let out a breath and shook his head. "Nothing happened with me and that girl. I admit, I was just...trying to make you jealous, it was stupid."

You felt relief wash over you, but it was overshadowed by all the emotions Jake pulled out of you.

You scoffed "That's one word for it."

He stepped a bit closer as he stared at you with desperation "I will admit a thousand times that I was an idiot back at Top Gun. You were all I wanted too, but I was afraid that- that I would lose sight of my goals, of my career, because I knew that I would leave it all behind for you."

You shook your head softly "I never would have asked you to do that and you know it."

"I do now, I do. And I'm sorry for what I put you through. Believe me when I say you are what I want, all that I want."

Taking one more step, as he stopped right in front of you, he stared into your eyes.

"I love you Y/n, I have since Top Gun, I never stopped. I have tortured myself with guilt every day since I left, every day I stopped myself from reaching out to find you. When I saw you here again I was certain you hated me, or at least, left behind those feelings after we graduated."

You stared down at your feet as you listening to him, your chest tight with emotion. You were still angry at him for what he made you feel, but stronger than that anger, was the relief and joy you felt at finally knowing once and for all. He loves me.

You looked up and met his eyes "I'll always think you're an idiot you know."

He smiled softy and nodded "And I'll always deserve it."

You wiped your nose as you sniffled "Well, there is something you should know."

He furrowed his brow and you repressed a soft smile. "Me and Fanboy aren't dating. We decided we're just better as friends."

You saw both realization and doubt cross his face. "So the movie tonight?"

"Was his idea as an excuse for me to not have to see you and that girl at the Hard Deck again."

Jake closed his eyes momentarily as he cursed himself. Meeting your eyes again, he slowly brought his hand up and gently caressed your cheek. "Does that mean I'm not too late?"

You stayed silent for a moment as you studied his face, he watched you in silent anticipation as his heart beating heavy in his chest.

Finally, you smiled softly as you shook your head "No, you're not too late. Honestly, I think I'd probably wait forever for you."

His smile widened as he leaned in a little "I'd wait forever for you too if I had too." His eyes flicked to your lips momentarily, before your eyes locked again.

Slowly, you both leaned in, your lips meeting gently, as his hand slowly gripped your waist and pulled you closer. You placed your hands on his chest as the kiss deepened. You felt shivers run through your body as he held you against him, the kiss becoming more passionate.

After a few moments, you pulled away to catch your breath. Jake let out a soft sigh before whispering "God I've been waiting to do that forever."

You smirked softly "And whose fault is that?"

He let out a soft chuckle as he cupped your cheek "Mine, definitely mine. But a mistake I wont make again is letting you go. So, just to make sure you don't slip through my fingers again. I want to be with you, from this point forward. I want you to be mine, and I wanna be yours."

You smiled softly at him "Is that your way of asking me out?"

He grinned "Yeah, it is."

"Well then." You adjusted the collar on his shirt before you smiled softly at him "I guess I'm yours."

Leaning in, your noses brushed as he whispered "And I'm yours, completely."

Kissing you again, you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck as elation coursed through you. You no longer had to worry and wonder.

He loves me, he loves me not.

He loves me.

xx End xx

Hope you liked it :) I love me some soft Jake

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Loose Ends.chapter one

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: No reason to stay is a good reason to go. Is what she thought when moving across the country leaving her old position, friends and family behind. She took a chance and applied for a temporary job in the military to cover the costs of moving with no intentions to stay but the past caught up to her.

Content|Warning: teenage love, unrequited love, descriptions of childhood trauma, military, miscommunication, bad coping mechanisms

It had been years since she last saw him. A lot has changed but there was something about him that she would always recognise. He always wore darker colours, stayed away from trouble and just watched -watched people enter and exit a room, talk, laugh, argue and eventually fight. A pair of dark eyes following everyone around him and evaluating the situation he found himself in.

Someone tried to talk to him at the bar. He just raised his hand slightly but didn’t make an effort to move his head and look the stranger in the eyes. Whatever he said, it made the other man walk away from him and shake his head.

Her eyes were still on the seated man. His every move was by far the most interesting thing that happened in that ran down place she found herself in. His calm demeanour kept her sane next to men who were yelling at each other and started playful fights that would turn into proper fist fights in no time.

He didn't know she was there- hidden in between a crowd and watching him.

And she didn't mean to stay here for as long as she did. Just a few drinks with her new colleagues and leave again. In her mind there was no need to become friends with her new acquaintances - she would only stay for half a year and go back home right after. But she must admit they were much more pleasant than expected at least until someone got a little too much to drink and became loose lipped.

Since they got here someone has been reciting a study he read in the Journal of Endocrinology. She should remember his name by now, but of all names she was supposed to know she only recalled the one of her roommate Katerina. Her story was by far the most interesting on base. Born and raised in St. Petersburg and moved across Europe for no apparent reason. Maybe to get away from a lover? Running from the government? Looking for a rich husband? There were all kind of ridiculous things people speculated about her on base and she seemed to like the mystery others created around her. Sometimes the two women would turn around to face each other and say something in broken Russian followed by a giggle when the others wouldn’t notice. The two were a good team, specialised in vastly different fields but worked together as if they had known each other since kindergarten.

“Амелия, На кого ты смотришь?” (Amelia, Who are you looking at?) she whispered in her ear and followed her gaze directed at the tall man at the bar.

“Он похож на кого-то, кого я раньше знал.” (He looks like someone I used to know.)

“Тогда иди поговори с ним.” (Then go talk to him.)

“Нет” (No)

Katerina didn’t question it but rather kept nursing her drink

“How long are you planning to stay?” She asked

“We can leave if you want to.”

“Alright.” She said and stood up as the wooden chair scraped over the dusty floor.

“Boys, we’re leaving. Have fun.” Katerina said to the men still passionately arguing over the journal.

The second the two women stepped outside there were still plenty of young men in military uniforms trying to make their way inside the bar escaping the freezing cold outside. The military basically seized the small town in England with constantly dozens of military personnel arriving day in day out and business has been booming for the natives ever since. They can’t escape the camouflage clothing anymore, now more soldiers than families living here.

After a 45 minute walk they arrived back in the barracks and made their way to their shared room. “Fuck. Your lips are blue.” Amelia chuckled.

“Goddamn cold.” Katerina hissed as she touched her chipped lips and sat down on her cot.

“Well, tomorrow a snowstorm is coming up during our shift.”

Katerina didn’t respond. Just a deadly side eye for Amelia to enjoy as she brushed her hair.

“Look, I’m not responsible for the weather.” She sighed “I’ll just take a shower now and go to bed.” The woman chuckled and slowly retreated to the showers hoping they were emptying at this time of night. She undressed and jumped under the freezing water with a hiss, the tiles under her feet almost felt like they were burning her skin as she quickly rinsed off the dirt. The towel sparsely wrapped around her body as she hurried through the corridors back to bed.

“Kat? Kat?” Amelia whispered into the darkness of the room.

“I’m sleeping.” She hissed back at her and put the cover above her head to not see any light from the hallway through the crack of the door. The other woman slipped under the covers of her own cot and shuffled around to find a comfortable position on the cheap plastic mattress to fall asleep on.

Both their alarms rang in unison at 6 in the morning to get ready for their shift. And with a groan they made their way to the medical department. The hallways barely lit with the lack of natural light from outside but commotion already audible as boots were stomped on the blue floor.

While Katerina kept talking to Amelia about the escalating rhetoric used in the conflict the other woman’s eyes met his again. Dark and empty. Just for a split second before they disappeared behind a corner again but long enough for him to recognise her.

She has been waiting for the impact his presence would have on her since she found out that he was here. But it’s been days now and there was nothing. The collision she braced herself for failed to materialise as his footsteps became quieter and quieter until the sounds of his feet were drowned out by the other soldiers.

She couldn’t exactly remember how they met. She went to a good grammar school in the outskirts of the city while his came closer to a prison at least by the looks of it.

“It’s not that bad.” He’d say smiling while he nuzzled her hair.

“Mhh… sure.” Were the last words before she fell asleep in his arms.

He was the first man she ever loved. There were no secrets between the two but too many things left unsaid.

He would spend more time at her house than at his. Her family didn't know that this boy even existed, all she would say was that she was going out with friends or doing homework in her room when it was just him she was seeing. His family didn’t bother to ask where he was going- at least his father didn't care, his mother on the other hand almost begged him to bring her over when she found out about his ‘girlfriend’. He cringed every time she’d mention that word for some reason and tried to appease her with “Eventually”’s.

He never asked her to come meet his mum partly because he didn’t want her to look at him differently when she’d eventually ask about his dad. She did ask before but that would make her see his family and not just hear from it from his carefully curated tales in which they lived a nice life but argued from time to time like every other family does. The stories he didn’t have to revise in his head before telling her were the stories about his mum and brother. He spoke of her with so much pride- about her degree and about everything she did for him and his brother who he loved so much but would never admit to it.

“I hate this fucker.” He hissed as he carried her on his back up the small hill.

“No you don’t.“ She said and placed her chin on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around him.

“I do.”

“You wouldn’t smile like that when talking about him if you actually hated him.”

They were good kids making sure they would be back before the start of the curfew. He’d ride the bus with her although it was going into the opposite direction of his home to get a chaste kiss on the cheek as a goodbye.

When he arrived back home he saw his father in the living room with the blaring TV on. The entire neighbourhood must’ve heard that his father was home- not that anyone would confront him about that again.

Simon quietly made his way up the stairs and unlocked the door. His mum must’ve heard him and walked up to him to hug him and whispered in his ear “Go to your room. I’ll get you something to eat.”

He wouldn’t say that he missed the times all four of them would sit at a table together. Most of these nights it would end in arguments between his father and his mother. His dad would abruptly stand up and shout while his mum tried to close the windows in time as Simon and his little brother only sat there and watched in fear.

He went to his room where his brother was already waiting reading a comic on the floor. He sat down on his bed and waited- he wasn’t sure for what exactly maybe for screaming and shouting or to hear the front door open when his dad would leave again to get drunk somewhere.

These were his favourite days. At least he didn’t come back in the night and caused trouble until morning when his mum was already at work and he and his brother were at school.

So instead of returning home he liked going to her house when she was alone. Everything seemed so nice. They had much more space than he had, it was cleaner and less distorted.

She always greeted him with a wide smile and a hug on weekends when her parents were shopping in the city. They spent most time cuddling in bed no matter how hot the weather was. It was the silence he loved so much and yearned for.

She was laying on the side texting her friends about their A levels chemistry course work they still had to finish while his gaze drifted from her display to her hands typing away so quickly. Gently he moved his hand along her arm but stopped on her upper arm. When his movement stopped she turned around to see him staring at a bruise. He recognised these bruises as ones his mother had when his dad would grab her and didn’t let go of her. He could see where the thumb was placed on her skin and how the rest of the fingers were wrapped around her arm with enough strength to turn her skin blue and green.

When she realised what went through his head she turned the arm away from him.

“What happened?” He whispered

“Nothing.” Liar. “I just hit my arm against the counter.” She smiled as sincerely as she could and turned away from him.

He knew it was all a lie. Like his mum lied to her family when they would ask about her bruises when his dad was in another room. But he’s seen how he would grab her and she stood in fear as it felt like he was about to break her entire arm just to hold her in place and teach her ‘a lesson’ or ‘some respect’.

He whispered her name as she turned away from him.

A part of her wanted him to leave right there and then. The other part was way too fucking tired with everything.

Once again he whispered her name as she didn't move. Carefully he moved closer to her, placed his hand on hers and pressed it softly against her stomach. She didn’t want him to find out, didn’t want him to investigate further.

“Is it the first time he did this?” He asked and her silence answered his question.

“I don’t know why. I love him, Simon.” She whispered almost inaudible.

And she did love him- he was family and she knew he loved her too. Her dad always said how proud he was of her and how much he loved her- she couldn’t even understand just how much. The other side of him was what she was scared of. When she accidentally spilled something on the floor and he’d stand up to yell at her until she tried to talk back and he’d walk up to her and slap her face. When she was made responsible for things going wrong in his life, for being an “ungrateful cunt” or “slut” to the point she was hiding from him and locking doors behind her, with him waiting in front of the bathroom threatening to kick the door down if she wouldn’t open it herself.

When she cried after all that he always had a way to joke about something and for whatever reason it made her chuckle, made the tears stop and made her forgive him again and again without an apology ever leaving his mouth.

Simon didn’t know what to say or how to respond. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her figure and drew Amelia closer. He didn't know if she was shaking or if he was after hearing her admission but he knew the second she graduated the two would leave.

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Could I please have an imagine where the reader is the younger sister of Derek Shepard (by a year) and is a neurosurgeon like her brother. She starts working at the hospital a few weeks after her brother. Every guy starts to flirt with her but she is obviously not interested. Derek finds this hysterical (because his sister is obviously into women). Then she meets Izzie Stevens and is immediately smitten with her. Izzie is also smitten with her. They begin to flirt relentlessly and end up getting together secretly. Nobody finds out until one morning after she stays over at Izzie’s the night before. She and Izzie are kissing in the kitchen when Meredith and Derek walk in. Everyone finds out after this. (I feel like this would be hilarious.) fluff with a little bit of angst please?

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𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Izzie Stevens x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: I love her, she's so underrated!! I hope you'll enjoy it!

You would never have thought that working with your brother would be pleasant, being the eldest you would have thought that he would treat you like a child or that he would rather take on the more interesting cases. But it was fun, together you were a very strong team. You liked working in this place, you were fine. Except that a lot of guys were always flirting with you, like Mark, Jackson, Andrew, Owen and then Derek with some of his friends. Yeah he did that thing where he took over your life, but you hated it. Well it could certainly be said that you were beautiful and smart, but all this just annoyed you.

As if that weren't enough your stupid brother came to ask you about why you didn't want to go out with anyone, not that you didn't want to, but he seemed to do it on purpose. It's just lesbianism.

Some evenings you went out on your own to the bar, you spent time, you made new acquaintances. Until one day you ran into a girl who hit you right away. She was beautiful, nice, with that long blond hair and that light in her eyes that immediately made you think 'I absolutely must know this woman'. Izzie Stevens, that was her name, and you certainly could never forget it.

The first night she has already had made you feel something, you had left her your number hoping she would call you, and so it had been. Then working you discovered that she was part of the group of residents, and it was a surprise. It is difficult to remain professional after all that pleasant time you spent together.

Well you could tell that ever since you met her you felt happy, and the thing that made you feel better was the fact that she seemed to feel the same way about you. But you still preferred to keep things a secret, it seemed more exciting and you held it more responsible considering the work factors. Even if there was no shortage of flirting. Let's say that you were the one creating the most tension, you just had to get closer than expected starting to whisper a few words to her and Izzie would start biting her lower lip trying to stay focused. But at the end of the day and shifts she liked to catch up on what you left off during the day.

It seemed that as time went by she was getting more serious, sometimes you even tended to spend whole days together at your house, because in hers there were her friends, and no one didn't know yet. But she wouldn't continue to be a guest, she wanted to invite you to her, make you feel like a queen and let you try all the recipes in the world. So you couldn't do anything but accept.

Even she didn't mind that your affair might have gone public, she made sure the house was free of everyone so you could pass the time in any way you could, and you were relieved about that.

You came down from the room attracted by a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, finding your beautiful girlfriend cooking something of very good of course.

"So you're cheating on me with the sweets?" you asked laughing as you hugged her from behind.

"Oh instead I think that after you taste some of this you'll want to marry me" she said smiling and turning to you to kiss you.

"Woah, hi" Derek and Meredith surprised you in the kitchen. You hadn't even heard them. "When did you think to telling me?" Derek added.

"We..." you began to find some excuses. "We was... uhm, she just wanted me to taste some things..." you said.

"What, her tongue?" Meredith said smiling and making Derek laugh.

"Wh- no, shut up!" Izzie just looked at you confused as you kept to invent weird excuses. She didn't understand why.

"Oh, you're not wearing your pants" Derek pointed. It was true, you only had a long sweater that reached down to your knees.

"I don't need them, I'm okay like this" you replied indifferent.

"Yeah, I think Izzie agrees" they looked so amused, this just annoyed you so much. You turned to Izzie, noticing her eyes shining at you.

"Is our relationship a burden to you? I'm so sorry if I bother you so much" she put the ladle down on the table rather hard, and walked away from the kitchen towards the stairs.

Meredith and Derek finally called it quits having noticed that the situation had become more serious.

"Izzie!" you called her in vain, so you followed her to her room. She was sitting on the bed, she looked so sad. In fact, you realized that treating her like this wasn't nice of you, you hurt her, and now seeing her like this hurt you, making you feel guilty.

"Hey..." you sat next to her taking her hand which she quickly withdrew.

"If you don't care about us, about me it's okay, you should say it" she told you standing up and looking at your face.

"Don't say it, I care Izzie, a lot" you approached her stroking her cheek, but she still walked away from you.

"When I care about a person I show it, because I like to make them feel loved and wanted, but you don't. You hide us like you're ashamed…and that's not a good feeling Y/n” she told you as you looked at the floor. Then you looked into her eyes again.

"I… I'm not good at it…showing my feelings… it's not one of my best traits. I always get paranoid about everything, prejudices, or future problems. I know maybe it's bad, you're not the problem, it's me..." you sat on the bed. After a few minutes, she approached you again.

"I want to make it work, you made me fall in love" you smiled as she ran a hand through your hair.

"I want it too" you gave her a light kiss on her lips, which she deepened in approval. Your hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer to you, while hers remained in your hair. She made you fall in love too.

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LOVE LETTERS

pairing. haitani ran x f!reader

summary. ran is no stranger to getting love letters from adoring fans and admirers, only this time, the letter is addressed to you, his girlfriend

note. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

Haitani Ran was known as a heartbreaker to those who were acquainted with him or knew of his reputation. This was unsurprising, considering his attractive looks, charisma, and popularity and influence within Roppongi. And yet, despite his rather polite and unassuming smiles, it was apparent that Ran was a dangerous and terrifying man, which was why so many people were understandably shocked when it became known that the two of you were dating.

You were an ordinary university student, though one that had unknowingly managed to charm the infamous Haitani Ran like no other woman had before. You weren’t some feared female gang leader, and you also weren’t a famous model or idol. You were simply a beautiful and intelligent woman that had unexpectedly caught Ran’s attention after expertly shutting down his men’s awful attempts at flirting with you on that fateful summer afternoon. He could still remember your cute sundress and the heat that he had felt as you glared at him and his associates, and it was at that moment that Ran had fallen in love with you.

Rindou, meanwhile, didn’t think that Ran had a chance or that your relationship would even last, knowing his brother’s personality and lack of commitment when it came to women and relationships. However, as time went on, it became clear that Ran was being serious for once in his life, and it didn’t take long before the two of you were a couple. It was obvious to anyone that your boyfriend was completely infatuated with you, which was why he was so confused in regard to his current dilemma. Everyone knew that he was happily taken, as he often annoyingly made this fact known, yet here he was, placed into a scene so very reminiscent of a shoujo manga.

“A-are you Haitani Ran-san?”

It was the weekend, and the streets of Roppongi were busy with crowds of people socializing and walking about. The noisiness and bright neon lights of the many restaurants, nightclubs, and bars gave Roppongi its distinctive nightlife-feel, and Ran was once again looking forward to spending time with you in the place that he lovingly called home. He had hoped to take you to dinner at one of his favourite restaurants before heading to the movie theater and watching a movie with you for the rest of the night, though his plans would have to wait as he blankly stared at the young woman standing across from him.

“Depends. Who’s asking?” Ran replied as he absentmindedly twirled his braid. She was an unfamiliar face, timidly avoiding his eyes with a letter in hand, and Ran couldn’t help but lightly scoff in response to this, already knowing what she was about to say. After all, he and his brother were practically celebrities in Roppongi, so he was familiar with receiving frequent love letters from fans and admirers. Even after the two of you had started dating, the letter would not stop, much to your boyfriend’s total exasperation.

“H-Haitani-san,” the young woman began nervously as she lifted her eyes to shyly meet his gaze. “I-I know this is rather unexpected, but I was wondering if you could accept this letter and-”

“Not interested,” Ran cruelly dismissed with a wave of his hand. “I’m already taken.”

“W-what?”

“I’m already taken,” he repeated with an unimpressed raise of his eyebrow. “I have a girlfriend.”

And it would take less than a second before the young woman quickly realized what Ran was trying to tell her, immediate disdain painting her face as she proceeded to clarify what she had meant by her earlier request. “What? No, I don’t like you or anything. I just wanted to ask if you could give this letter to your girlfriend for me.”

It was now Ran’s turn to be absolutely confused. “You want to confess to my girlfriend?”

“N-no! It’s a letter thanking her for saving me the other day!” the young woman corrected with a flustered snap, soon answering Ran’s curious look with the following story of what happened. “I-I was on my way home from work yesterday when this group of guys approached me and refused to leave me alone. Your girlfriend showed up and saved me, so I wanted to properly thank her with this letter. Those guys had said something about her being Haitani Ran’s girl before running away, s-so I asked around and found you.”

“Oh,” was Ran’s sophisticated response before trying to process everything. However, he soon found himself only able to silently compliment this woman for rightly recognizing your charm and brilliance, so with an eventual nod of his head, Ran wordlessly agreed to her prior request of giving you the letter.

“Thanks,” she said with a sigh of relief, passing over the letter with a low chuckle. “I still can’t believe that you thought I was confessing to you for a second there, Haitani-san.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ran immediately asked, suddenly taken aback by her comment. Was she trying to imply something?

“No offence, but you’re kind of,” she said nothing more as her eyes quickly scanned over Ran with subtle judgement and contempt. “Anyway, thanks again for doing this for me!”

“I-I’ll have you know that she asked me out!” Ran hastily argued as he watched her walk away, but they both knew that he was obviously lying. And so, throwing one last, defeated glare in her direction, Ran turned his attention to the letter in his hand with a sigh. Less than a minute, and he was already regretting his decision of being nice to someone other than you and his brother.

“Ran, is everything okay?” your lovely voice interrupted, surprising your boyfriend as you appeared next to him looking as beautiful as always. Seeing your pretty face, Ran had almost forgotten why he was even annoyed to begin with. Almost.

“I’m fine,” he replied before handing over a meticulously decorated letter. “Here. For you.”

“Who’s this from?” you asked in confusion.

“Your secret admirer,” he said with an indignant huff. “Made me give it to you.”

“I see,” you plainly remarked before opening the letter to read it.

Your lack of an immediate reaction had Ran instantly feeling anxious, not knowing how to respond as he watched you carefully read over the letter in contemplative silence. It was only after he had noticed the subtle smile on your face did he really begin to panic, wanting nothing more in that moment than to know what was written on that piece of paper to make you, his girlfriend, smile so beautifully.

“So, what does it say?” Ran asked casually as he wrapped an arm around your waist in an attempt to glance over your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a placating kiss to his cheek, closing the letter and securely placing it into your bag before your jealous boyfriend could discern anything that was written. “It was very sweet, though. I wish I could’ve seen her again in person to thank her for the letter. Ran, if you ever see her, tell her that I said thank you.”

Your boyfriend was most certainly not going to be telling that woman any of this, yet he still smiled and nodded in fake agreement and cheerfulness as he began to guide you toward the direction of the restaurant where he had made reservations for dinner. Appreciating your cute, thankful smile, the memories of tonight’s earlier events were soon forgotten as Ran directed his focus and attention toward you and this date. That was until a scary realization made itself known to him. Did he just make a new rival? And for a quick instance, all Ran could think about was how he truly and sincerely hated these damn love letters.

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maybe for part two of He Loves me, He Loves Me Not it could be like a few months later and reader is trying to forget eddie. the byers moved back to Hawkins or maybe they’re visiting and she’s been hanging out with Jonathan more and more, especially since him and nancy are taking a break or broke up. eddie slowly realized over the months how much he misses reader/he actually did have feelings for her but when he sees her looking at jonathan the way she used to look at him it kills him inside 😁 make this eddie feel pain! And maybe he catches them fucking in the woods or something so that he feels even more pain 😁💗

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x Reader, Johnathan Byers x Reader (Endgame)

Warning: angst and pain

Authors Note: hopefully you all like this! I’ve been having trouble thinking about the endless possibilities for part two. But do not fear, I do plan on writing other endings!!! 💕💕 for the mean time enjoy this little bit!! Unfortunately I did not write smut since I couldn’t find where I could fit it in? Dw I’ll be adding and editing this :)) also thank you anonny, for this lovely idea 💕

It’s been 3 months since you ran out of his home after he moaned and practically confessed the wrong name. It’s been 3 months since you’ve dumped him. It’s been 3 months since the both of you had an actual conversation that didn’t involve fake pleasantries and awkwardness. No matter how hard he tries to make things go back to the way they were, you don’t budge. You smile prettily at him but it’s never genuine. It’s the polite smile you always give Steve, to Billy, to everyone in Hawkins that don’t know you, and now him. He went from Eddie Munson, your boyfriend, to Eddie Munson, your acquaintance.

Within these months, Eddie realized that he loved you. He realized that he should have valued you and reciprocated those feelings back. He expected that you’d continue to be with him, to love him. But you didn’t, not anymore. Though you used to be a constant in his life, it’s as if you forcefully removed yourself from it. He’s slowly coming to the terms that you’re no longer going to be in his life and that your world doesn’t orbit around him anymore. And as much as he hates knowing this, it’s good for you and you’re better off just having him at arms length. To have those polite conversations that he fucking hates because he ruined you.

It’s been 3 months and all Eddie feels is regret and guilt. He was wrong of saying another woman’s name while literally being inside of you. He was definitely wrong for saying that he loved her instead of you. As much as he wanted to come up with different excuses to explain why he said those three words, he knows he can’t. There isn’t any logical fucking explanation as to why he said those words besides the fact that, yes, he was utterly so in love and smitten with Chrissy Cunningham when he was dating you. Even if he vehemently wants to deny this, both of you know it’s the truth.

“Eddie, i want you to be honest with me. Why did you ask me out? Why did you tell me you loved me when you obviously weren’t in love with me?” You asked him one day after his band finished playing at the bar. You came to see his band play, always supporting him in some way because you genuinely believed his band was good. You supported him because you loved him.

He was taken aback from your questions. You were both still in talking terms but it was obvious your relationship wasn’t the same. You went to support his band and occasionally sought him out to express how well he played, then immediately leaving. “Do you- Do you really want me to tell you? I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Hurt my feelings? You already broke my heart, Ed.” You laughed.

He paused and he nodded with a frown marring his face. “Well, at the time I just- I figured if I dated you, I could get over Chrissy because you were a nice girl and someone worth dating. But now? I really don’t know why. I don’t know why I told you that I loved you. I guess it was to make things not awkward.”

You visibly deflated in front of him and you shook your head, letting out a small disbelieved chuckle. You let out a soft, shaky breath and you colapse your hands on your head. Your eyes started getting glossy but immediately you blink back tears. God I’m such a fucking idiot, you thought. “Y/N-“ Eddie reached forward to comfort you but you immediately pull away and you smile at him. That fake smile that was reserved for those who have hurt you and to strangers.

“Right, thanks Eddie. Anyways, um you played great tonight! But i have to go now, bye!” Unbeknownst to him, you ended up going to the bar to try and get shit faced where a familiar brunette stoner found you.

Good for you, Eddie bitterly thought as he watched you press a soft kiss against Johnathan Byers’ cheek. Your smile is soft and you look at Johnathan the same way you used to look at him. You giggle at whatever dumb joke your new boyfriend said and gently shove his shoulder. He observes the way that Johnathan’s eyes soften when he looks at you, listening attentively to whatever you’re babbling about. He did things that Eddie never did, things that he should have done. He was a genuinely good boyfriend who obviously loved you even though your relationship was fresh and new.

It’s been 3 months and you’re dating Johnathan Byers. He wants to be mad, wants to seethe in anger because how could you? He doesn’t though because the only person he can be mad at is at himself. He fucked up and is instead relieved that you found someone better who he’s sure will value you more than he did. Sometimes though, he genuinely wished that Johnathan never came back and instead stayed in California where he was still dating Nancy. Because maybe then, he’d get a second chance. He’d be able to prove to you that he loved you and only you.

He misses you, he really did. He finds himself up at 2am thinking about you. Regretting everything he did, wanting to take back those words that he said in the moment. Apologize to you for hurting your feelings, for wasting your time with him. It hurts knowing that you’re moving on– have moved on to someone better while he’s still mourning the loss of what could have been if he wasn’t a complete ass.

He thinks about you all of the time. He thinks about your pretty smile, how you can talk about nonsense for hours. He ponders over how pretty you used to look in the morning in just his shirt while demanding him to make you breakfast. It’s these things that have him circulating back to you because they have him wanting to go to your house, beg you to take him back. But he knows he shouldn’t— he doesn’t, never does because he’s a coward and he’s too scared to really look you in the eye and tell you how sorry he is. How he stays up all night thinking about you.

So he stays behind and watches the two of you, indulging in his regrets and painfully gripping a singular flower petal in his hand. She loves me not.

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