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baurbiediv · 1 year ago

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we’ll be alright

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summary: following the aftermath of you and jj’s upsetting breakup, he’s determined to set everything straight and have you back by his side, but what you feel isn’t the same way jj feels, but he’s not ready to let you go, not yet.

pairing: jj maybank x ex!gf reader

warning(s): language, mention of cheating, jj still being very painfully stupid and painfully in love with reader, fluff if you squint, takes place in s3 (switched some things around for the usual outer banks theme)

authors note: long overdue & possibly the longest fic i’ve ever written?? + it’s been a bittersweet road down this ‘hate to be lame’ series, i’m so glad you all enjoyed it as much as i did, without further ado, let’s wrap this thang up!!

authors note ²: italics represent flashbacks, bolded italics represent emphasized words, somewhat based off fine line by harry styles

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the humid wind of the outer banks had been blowing softly against your skin, the faint light of the setting sun could be seen vividly as you sat on the creaky old porch steps of the chateau.

the entirety of the pogues had been teetering on the edge of completely falling apart, with john b and sarah’s relationship was on the rocks, then you and jj being no longer together.

the entire friend group was crashing down on each other, you’d grown distant from them when it was first revealed that you’d parted ways with the blond boy.

nobody would’ve ever seen it coming, the two of you tried immensely to salvage what remnants of your relationship that was left, but it didn’t work.

ultimately, you both split your ways. for a while the pogues had no clue what was going on, they thought you needed some time for yourself for personal reasons, until, jj had told them the truth.

“i hate to tell you guys like this, but me and y/n are uh .. we’re not together anymore. it was kind of a ‘mutual’ agreement between the both of us.” jj said, twirling his thumbs around each other, he couldn’t bring himself to see the looks on his friends faces, the gut wrenching sensation of silence was heavy and thick in the air.

“wait, jayj, you’re being serious?” sarah asked him as she leaned against the old wooden door of the porch, she thought it was some sick joke at first, but the look jj gave her, the hint of worry became very obvious on her face.

jj just simply nodded, “come on, you guys have been through so much, we can’t lose y/n and we can’t lose you either jj.” pope now replied, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder in an attempt to console him.

“no, pope, you don’t understand how badly i fucked this up.” jj spoke up as he moved away from his friend, john b was past worried at this point.

“enough of these cryptic ass messages jj, what did you do?” john b pressed him, knowing this was obviously a fragile subject for his friend to be talking about.

cleo noticed the change in jj’s physical appearance, he sat upright from his previous slouched position.

“i cheated on y/n .. with kiara.” he spoke lowly, kiara’s figure caved in as she looked down at the porch floor.

the looks on the rest of the pogues faces just as similar to the others.

“wow jj, way to go.” cleo clapped sarcastically, pope and kiara both shot her a glare.

“look i don’t know why you’re giving me that look, you’re just as guilty kiara. you knew that was wrong.” cleo bit back at the two before crossing her arms.

“with the way he keeps looking, his eyes might just literally fall out of his face.” cleo said as she peeked back at the boy who’d been playing volleyball past however many minutes.

you simply shrugged, not wanting to mention anything about the boy you’d had past relations with. it wasn’t that jj was a bad guy, he just made one really bad mistake that caused him to lose the thing that he loved the most; you.

at some point in time, you’d thought about forgiving him, but at what cost? on that exact night, jj and kiara had known exactly what they were doing.

“i know it still feels weird for you to be around them, you’ll come around eventually.” she added before slinging an arm around your shoulders, you smiled at the gesture.

“i know i know, it’s a bittersweet feeling when it comes to him. he treated me well, but he kissed my alleged best friend and she couldn’t even tell me.” you exhaled, cleo nodded.

“i get it girl, trust me, it’s not something easy to get over, but i know you well enough to see you get over this like it’s nothing.” cleo chimed in, she was right, no matter how much your heart yearned for him deep down, you couldn’t put yourself in a position to be where you once were.

“thank you cleo, i really do mean it. thank you for not letting me go crazy.” you laughed as you looked over at her.

“if i let you go crazy, then we all go crazy,” she cheesed, “now come here!” she said before engulfing you in a tight and comforting hug.

the two of you pulled away from the hug and walked back to the makeshift volleyball net that john b and pope had made.

“hey! we got dibs next!” cleo yelled to everyone else, john b and sarah smiled seeing the both of you come into view.

“y’all ready to get your asses beat?” sarah spoke as the ball rested between her arm and her side. cleo and you gave each other a look before turning your gazes back over to sarah.

“when was the last time you beat this duo in volleyball?” you spoke up, pope smiled as he chimed in, “literally never.”

you clapped at his words as you and cleo walked up to the net, “heads we serve, tails you serve!” sarah smiled, pope pulled out a coin from his pocket as he flipped it, heads.

“oh come on that’s gotta be rigged in someway.” you said out loud groaning and throwing your hands up in the air. sarah shook her head, “don’t hate the ref! hate the game!”

the blonde said as she laughed and tossed the ball back to john b, who was ready to serve the ball. you watched as the ball was tossed up into the air and made it’s way to your side, you set the ball up as cleo spiked it, which smacked john b directly in his eye.

your hands clamped over your mouth and so did cleo’s as you looked at each other in an attempt to stifle your laughter, pope’s giggling could be heard loudly and so could sarah’s.

the brunet boys body laid on the ground dramatically, you and pope collectively sent a look so each other as you helped john b up off the ground and helped him into the chateau.

you could feel jj’s eyes burning a hole in your back but you refused to acknowledge it as you focused on your best friends attention.

“has anyone ever told you how dramatic you are john b?” you yelled from the kitchen finding him an ice pack, the question was followed by a groan and ‘no but thanks for telling me.’

you patted his shoulder before leaving the house with pope, “that was a nasty spike cleo.”

“hey hey, maybe if he put his hands up he wouldn’t have gotten hit!”

the next morning rolled around, you woke up on the couch next to sarah, you couldn’t recognize the feeling of the light blue fuzzy blanket or where it had come from but you were thankful for it as the light morning breeze had flown in through the slightly cracked window.

the sound of the fridge door closing snapped you out of your thoughts, to your dismay it was one of the last people to wanted to talk to, jj.

his bedhead was very prominent, yet the only thing you could focus on the way his sharktooth necklace that rested oh-so delicately on his chest.

you remembered the fabricated lie he told you about how he got it when you first met him.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he said without looking your way. you rolled your eyes before sitting up and rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, “please shut up, you cheat-“, john b emerged from his room at almost the perfect time, cutting you off.

“please put your claws away, it’s boat day and i don’t want to hear you two bickering all day.” he mumbled, walking past jj.

you smacked your lips together, “well he started it! -“, john b turned towards you, “and i don’t wanna hear it.”

jj snickered behind his friend as the brunet turned to his friend, “cut it out jj.” the blond threw his hands up to his sides as if he was the innocent one.

you got up from your spot on the couch as you made your rounds to wake everyone up and to your surprise it was easy. you walked out the chateau and down the old porch steps with sarah and cleo laughing about who knows what. john b & pope followed behind with kie and jj.

“you know you wouldn’t be able to ignore her forever. right?” pope said loud enough for only for the four of them to hear which made both kie and jj stop in their tracks and turn around.

“look i know but it’s gonna take some time for me to y’know, say something..”kie mumbled, kicking the dirt. john b looked at jj for an answer, to which he got no reply.

“jj, y/n really loved you and you loved her, and for you to sit here and not say anything is kinda crazy considering you cried day and night when you lost her.”

this had the boy shaking his head and shoving his finger into his friends chest. “you don’t get to bring that up jb. it’s not your place and you know that.”

the stomach churning feeling of guilt and broken trust was heavy in between the four of them. “guys let’s go!” you yelled out from the dock already loaded up on the hms pogue, you waved to the others.

“think about what was said.” pope spoke up before leaving to the boat.

boat days were truthfully some of the best days you’d had. being out on the water with the some of the people you love loved. the sound of your screams and laughter along with the sounds of sarah, john b, cleo, and pope’s laughter could be heard throughout the marsh.

jj’s eyes followed your every move, it’s almost as if he was jealous of the way your smile shined brightly when you weren’t around him, his heart crumbled at almost the way you looked when you weren’t smiling his way.

the boy didn’t know why he was acting like this, he felt himself spiraling. being in love with someone was never a thing that crossed his until he met you.

a hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts, he looked over to see a concerned kiara, “you okay?” she said, almost in a whisper.

the boy shrugged as he turned back around and rubbed his hands across his face.

“you can’t act like you hate her forever j. pope and jb were right, and i know it’s hypocritical of me to say that.” she said, the boy sighed deeply and kiara frowned, “you can act mad all you want but you know deep down that you still love that girl. we all know it, i’ve got my rounds of apologizing to do and so do you. so get to it.”

the brunette girl said before patting his shoulder and jumping out of the boat into the water to join everyone else.

“this is gonna be a long night.” he groaned.

the group all piled into the cat’s ass as you prepared for a night of what is hoped to be filled with fun. just about everyone had been on their 2nd or 3rd drink of the night and it had been made clear that someone would wake up with a real bad hangover the next morning.

you sat with sarah while giggling over the boys who huddled together and where swaying side to side. “what are the odds that pope’s the drunkest right now? 1 through 5.” cleo says holding up cups of fruit punch and hands them out, kiara right by her side.

“4.” you blurt out.

“3.” sarah says, taking a sip from her cup.

kiara laughs as pope turns around, his leg poked out to the side and his hands right on his hips, following a look of ‘i did not just hear that’. you looked at the boy, but you couldn’t tell if he was actually offended or just simply being dramatic.

the boys made their way over to the cat’s ass and they all slip in with no ease. you were mid conversation with sarah before you felt splashes of water and an arm brush against your back.

obviously, you’d had your back turned to the foreign body but you already knew who it was. sarah could see the visible change in your face when she recognized who it was.

“hi y/nnnnn.” the boy slurred as he rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. the water from the hot tub now going cold.

you send sarah a look of help, her lips spread into a thin line as she mouthed you a ‘good luck’, knowing she’d have to deal with john b. everyone had left the cat’s ass at this point, just leaving just you and jj.

knowing you couldn’t ignore him forever, you put on your big girl panties and suck it up. “hi jj.” you said, you had felt like your mind was truly running a mile a minute.

it would short circuit as you thought of the multitude of things that could come out of his mouth in this exact moment.

“has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” he murmurs before the tip of his nose lightly digs into your shoulder.

drunk words are sober thoughts, or so they say.

“yeah i have actually, by this blond kid, i know pretty well.” you sigh as jj huffs somewhat very loudly. your eyebrow raised at the sudden change of the boy’s mood, “can he fight?” jj questioned.

the laugh that erupted from your mouth was unexpected and loud, you quickly put your hands up in defense. “woah maybank,” you said before standing up and setting your drink down, “time to wind down now.”

you leaned down slightly to help the boy out of the hot tub, his arms reached up to grab at your waist once again just to pull you down into his lap, his grip on you tight and keeping you grounded in his lap.

“don’t leave.” he whispers, your hands wrapped lazily around his neck, you felt guilty.

you told yourself many times you’d stay away from this for the benefit of your own good.

his head leaned further into your chest, your hand planting itself in his hair, smoothly running your nails across his scalp lightly.

“i’m not leaving j, i promise,” you sighed and placed your chin on the top of his. “now, let’s get you in the house and to bed, safely.” you said, making sure to put emphasis on safely.

the worst thing that could happen now would be one of the pogues spotting you and jj going into his room. by the looks of it, the living room lights had been turned off, which meant that it was lights out, everyone was asleep.

jj followed behind you languidly, his heavy footsteps quieter than usual. getting past the front door was the easiest part, getting him to the bedroom was the more difficult task of this all.

the creaky floor boards made your presence well known had anyone in the house been up. jj looked over his shoulder, kiara on one end of the couch fast asleep, pope & cleo asleep together on the other end of the couch, wrapped up in that same stupid light blue fuzzy blanket.

your footsteps hurried their way to jj’s bedroom, you closed the door. you had to forcibly sit the blond down on the bed, after quietly arguing with him over you staying in the room, you knew full and well you’d be out the room the minute he was out cold.

you’d walked into the bathroom and grabbed a clean rag, you ran some warm water under it and brought it back to jj. he was sprawled out on the bed, one hand on his chest and the other out and to the side of him.

you sat down next to him and wiped his face, he immediately moved his head. you obnoxiously rolled your eyes and grabbed his face, causing you to now turn your body.

“it’s not even cold!” you whisper shouted and continued to wipe his face as quick as you could before he started whining again. his hand lazily made its way to your thigh, his hands on his rough, just like they had been when you first got together.

you set the towel aside on the nightstand, your hands softly cupped jj’s face and your thumb softly moved back and forth over his cheek, you noticed as we that had been slowly healing for quite some time now, it wasn’t the time to ask, nor was it your place.

the feeling of his hand was still very real and warm on your thigh, every minute that passes by almost feels too good to be true.

“y’know i’m sorry, right?” he says as his eyes look directly yours, this was probably the first time you’d gotten anywhere close to an apology from jj, and it could be the last one and you’d much rather get this apology now than when he is when he’ll be sober.

“i know you are j, i know.” you tell him but he slightly shakes his head.

“no, seriously y/n, i fucked up big time, you know it, i know it, and so does the whole group.” he finally admits, to him it feels like a weights been lifted off his shoulders.

“i really wanna make things right with you, can we, y’know try again? me and you?” he questioned and you smiled.

“i’ll think about it j, until then please get some sleep, yeah?” you momentarily hesitated before pressing a soft kiss against his lips as his hands inch his way back to your hips.

you softly pull away before sitting up, “goodnight maybank.”

“g’night y/l/n.”

you smiled and got up to leave the room, closing the room behind you, what a night.

“you’ve got to be fucking serious right?” you nearly scream, you’ve never wanted to pummel your fists into someone’s face more.

john b waiting to hold you back at any moment. “y/n, it’s not really that big of a deal!” kiara yelled back at you. to make things clear, it was that big of a deal, you thought that after the moment you and jj had last night, he’d stick to his words.

“you’re real untrustworthy kiara, that was real grimy of you.” the words came out of your mouth not giving a second thought.

so let’s do a quick little run down; last night kiara snuck in his room just hours after she’d made sure you were asleep, turns out, they had actually fucked.

only way you found that out was the poorly covered burgundy mark right on her neck, it hadn’t been that difficult to put the clues together.

you looked at jj and shoved your hands into his chest, causing him to stumble back a little. “thank you for showing me that it costs you nothing to do better jj.” the disheveled blond clearly didn’t think this ‘elaborate plan’ would’ve actually worked, it was the stupidest fucking fool-proofed plan known ever.

you shoved him again, “do you get off to making me look stupid? is that fucking it?” you spat, jj groaned, and in an attempt to stop you from shoving him.

“will you please just listen to me. i can explain.” his hands grabbed your arms and this only pisses you off even more.

you did your best and fought to get out his grip, “i don’t want to listen to or hear another word that comes out of your mouth because everything that comes out is a lie.” you felt like you could physically feel your throat start to close up, the dam in your eyes broke and the tears flooded like there was no tomorrow.

john b couldn’t stand there and watch one of his best friends break down like this, so he gestured over sarah and cleo as they took you to the twinkie and got you inside.

sarah hopped into the driver’s seat as she pulled off, you should’ve known better than to trust what jj says. yet here you stand, the same place you stood when he first broke your trust, it was way too good to be true.

the love gods were definitely not on your side and wouldn’t be on your side any time soon, what did you even do for them to not like you? who knows.

you don’t know when the van tatted moving but you sure were notified when it came to a screeching halt as you were launched into the back of the passenger seat face first, the loud thud made your impact known, hearing gasps from the two girls who sat in front of you, they quickly turned around as they saw you laid out on the twinkie floor.

“y/n, holy shit! are you okay?!” sarah said as she got out and rushed over to the other side and opened the door. you groaned and sat up, rubbing your face, a poor attempt to get rid of the pain, which only made it worse.

you looked up at cleo and sarah who were giving you a ‘ouch’ kind of look, “how bad is it?” you sighed.

“bad.” they both replied.

you walked along the streets of the mainland, holding a bag of frozen peas to the side of your face.

“y/n i’m really really sorry.” sarah said, the guilt wavering in her voice.

you laughed, “sarah, i promise you it’s okay. it’s probably gotta be the highlight of my day!” if cleo and sarah hadn’t known you as well as they did, then they’d definitely thought that you were insane.

you saw the looks on their faces, “guys please don’t. you’re doing that thing you guys do when you know what i’m thinking about.” you frowned and sat on a nearby bench, dropping the peas into your lap.

the girls plopping down on either side of you, “i feel so incredibly stupid.” you spoke as tears dropped down onto the fabric of your jeans.

both girls hugged you, words would’ve never been wrong express how thankful you are for them.

“you’re an incredibly strong girl y/n, you don’t need him to be happy. your first job is to prioritize yourself over anyone else’s needs.”

sarah told you, you nodded as cleo’s hand came up to your face and wiped your tears away, “we wouldn’t sit here and tell you it’s true if it wasn’t.” cleo told you and you nodded.

“what would i do without you guys.” you said you pulled them into a tight hug.

“you know we got your back forever girl.” cleo says.

once you made it back to the chateau, the three of you got out the twinkie uncontrollably like a bunch of kids. in the distance you could smell the bonfire, “guys oh my god i could really go for some s’mores right now!” sarah said as she patted her belly which made you and cleo both laugh at the same time as the three of you walked over to the billowing smoke and found john b and pope sitting on a log.

“what’s going on here?” cleo asked, the boys turned around, looking like they’d been through it all.

“my god what the hell happened to you guys? where’s kiara and jj?” sarah asked, examining jb’s face for any bruises, only to find a small scratch just above his eyebrow.

you mentally rolled your eyes at the slight mention of both kiara and jj’s names, you quite honestly wanted nothing to do with them.

if timing couldn’t have been any worse, the roaring sound of a bike engine catches everyone’s attention forcing them to completely turn around in unison, who else to make an entrance like that other than the infamous jj.

“oh you’ve seriously got to be fucking kidding me.” pope groans in annoyance and throws his hands up in the air before getting up. jj takes his helmet off before tossing it to the ground and getting off his bike, turning the engine off.

jj eagerly makes his way to where you all are and stops in his tracks, he was messing with his knuckles or possibly punched something or someone, his knuckles were battered and bloody.

“and where the hell have you been!” pope exclaimed, seeing pope this angry was something out of the ordinary for you. the blond was at a lost for words, this time he look like he’d truly been hurt by someone or something.

“let me tell you something about yourself man, i get it none of us are perfect, but the way you flipped out on me and jb? not cool man, not fucking cool. and you know it too.”

pope said, you could feel the anger radiating off of him. you could visibly observe how much of a nervous wreck jj was in this moment. “hold on pope, something’s off, real off.” you spoke up, not sure if you should speak behalf.

“what’s going on with you jj?” you said, his eyes were full of worry. he knows that he’s messed up and he himself isn’t sure if his friends, the people he needs and loves the most will ever forgive him.

“i got into some shit with my dad a-and we fought-“ the slam of a car door grabbed everyone’s attention and whipped towards the sound, it was kiara, hopping out her car and towards the rest of you.

before anything else she saw jj’s face as her face dropped. her hands came up to his face, the rest of you watched in confusion, you rolled as you walked away, refusing to see the couple in front of you.

your life truly couldn’t have gotten worse in those last few minutes.

your legs dangled over the dock as you watched the moonlight hit the water. looking out, you could barely see anything within 20 feet of you.

the wind carried a cold breeze that brought goosebumps across your arms. suddenly you heard footsteps to the side of you, jj.

you groaned out loud and got up, “no! please y/n, sit, please.” he begged, you shook your head and put a hand in front of you, he could see that you were tired, physically and emotionally.

“i don’t want another apology from you jj, every time you promise me something it goes way left. the other night sealed it all, no one else took care of you but me. why do you keep doing this to me? what did i do? you hurt me on levels no one could ever imagine.”

the feeling before you cry all too familiar, the sudden lump in your throat and the salty tears that overflow your waterline.

“y/n, please-“ he tried to hold your hand but you pulled away.

“you never loved me, you enjoyed being seen with me. i’ve seen the way you look at kiara, i really hope that you treat her the way you should treat someone.” you looked at him and he was the one shaking his head.

“you gotta believe me when i say i’m trying y/n, you know what i’m going through. it’s tough for me and i’m trying to manage my life around it, i couldn’t image my life without you in it.” he said as he grabbed both of your hands, the hands you found your solace in, now feeling unfamiliar to you.

you inhaled deeply, your breath shaky and tears uncontrollable, “i want to believe that jj, i really do. i can’t continue to put myself in a position where i continue to be hurt over and over again. be with someone who will be able to love you unconditionally.”

the tremble in your voice was painfully clear and heartbreaking to not only you, but jj.

you smiled as jj’s thumb lightly swiped across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear, your eyes were watery beyond relief, and so were his.

you would’ve given this boy the world, had he only given you the chance to. providing the best for each other was the only way that you and jj could have a healthy relationship with each other.

you took a deep breath and slipped away from his touch, you smiled at him before walking away to prevent any more tears that would slip out.

jj watched as you walked away from the dock and into the chateau, yet of course, he’d eventually find himself crying.

of course you’d still be around, he just wouldn’t get the chance to hold you on the colder nights, falling down a rabbit hole of endless deep conversations. he would never be able to fall in love with you all over again.

he didn’t expect for any of this to happen, the only one that he ever really loved. the girl he thought he would spend the rest of his life with, the memories and all the love they’d given each other, slipping right through his fingers.

the world was crashing down on the two, they knew that they would be better off without each other.

oh how they wished time could rewind and they could redo everything, but this was the best for them.

it would forever be y/n & jj.

“we’ll be alright.”

#jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank #jj maybank x y/n #outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction

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therottingwriter · 4 months ago

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Back on my bullshit

MHA x ATLA

Waterbenders

"Water is the element of change"

Toga is definitely a waterbender, she changes shape/adapts like water, and she'd be a blood bender(obviously)

Nieto Monoma is such a waterbender, his quirk requires him to be able to adapt easily which is one of the most important things about being a waterbender.

Fuyumi and Natsuo are waterbenders, they both have an ice quirk and obviously had to be pretty good at adapting to things given their childhood.

I think Mirio would be a waterbender, he had to learn how to live completely differently when he lost his quirk. He's very capable of adapting to things and that makes for a great waterbender.

Earth benders

"Earth is the element of substance"

Kirishima and Shigaraki are pretty obviously Earth benders. Kirishima can harden his skin like a rock and shigaraki manipulates the earth with his quirk.

I think Testu⁴ is definitely an earthbender because let's face it he's basically just Kirishima, the fonts not even different they just put him in bold or italics. I also think he'd be a metal bender(for obvious reasons)

With Mina I could really see her as a waterbender or an earthbender but I think I'm gonna go with making her an earthbender also she would 100% be a lavabender

Firebenders

"Fire is the element of power"

Shoto and Touya two are obviously just firebenders that escaped the ATLA universe and fled to MHA

Shoto and Touya both have incredible will. Pretty sure it's cannon that the only reason Touya isn't dead is out of spite, and in order to go through everything Shoto went through and still fight that hard he'd have to have incredible will.

Katsuki Bakugo would totally be a firebender, he's definitely got the power, desire and will of a firebender + explosion quirk, that is a firebender. Also hear me out: combustion bending

Kaminari Denki is a fire bender, he's got the desire to be stronger and the will to go along with that desire. He'd definitely be a lightning bender as well, yes, mostly because of his quirk, but still.

Airbenders

"Air is the element of freedom"

I think Ochako would be an airbender. She is calm and open minded, she accepts people for who they truly are, regardless of their past mistakes. She loves from the bottom of her heart and that would make her a great airbender.

Shoji would be an airbender, he had to learn to live in a world that didn't accept him for who he was and even though people hated him and harmed him he chose forgiveness instead of revenge, he let his anger go, he freed himself of his past. like a true airbender. (Also he doesn't really have a lot of worldy possessions.)

NonBenders:

Shinso - Chi blocker(taught by Aizawa)

Aizawa - Chi blocker

Midoriya - Chi blocker (also he'd definitely be from the fire nation)

Ojiro - Chi blocker

Rody

Hagakure

Ayoyama

Hatsume - She'd be like Sokka with all of her inventions

#atla #mha #water is the element of change #earth is the element of substance #fire is the element of power #air is the element of freedom #avatar the last airbender #my hero academia #crossover #obviously Endeavor is also a firebender but he's not worthy of this post #uraraka is the avatar and she takes endeavor's bending away #no midoriya isn't the avatar and anyone who says he is is delusional😾#honorable mention Nejere and Tamaki would also be airbenders #Jiro and Sero would also be earth benders #they're both metal benders #fight me #jiro can use seismic sense #blood quirk = waterbender #zukka world domination

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amberjazmyn · 4 months ago

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always with me 💔

pairing : max verstappen x fem!reader, lando norris x fem!reader, oscar piastri x fem!reader & charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary : with the lyrics of westlife's song "always with me" we will see four of the f1 grid drivers (m.verstappen, l. norris, o. piastri and c. leclerc) or their partner deal with someone they love pass away, a verse or line or two of the song describing it

warnings : tears, death, mentions of f1 death, mentions of terminal illnesses and dodgy google translations

a/n : this is going to be written in the same format as the last one-shot since i loved that so much. the lyrics in bold italics and everything else will be in normal font and lowercase. and as a disclaimer, what i have written is not to sensationalise or capatalise on any of the real-life deaths talked about whilst fake deaths will also be talked about. it is awful that real-life crashes have occured during an f1 race, this is just a work of fiction with real-life elements to make the storyline make more sense.

max verstappen:

we share our life together, built our dreams forever, this much i know that is true. but i'd give anything to see your smile again and have just one more dance with you

you and max had shared everything together, from sharing the same dreams to just sharing the simple things of life with one another. however, that was no longer going to happen. a couple of months ago, just short of your three-month wedding anniversary, you passed away from a terminal illness and it completely blindsided both you and your new husband, max. of course it did, no one had expected you to become so ill but, you did and there was nothing that could have stopped it nor could have possibly prevented it from killing you. because it had been detected so late, it was already at the stage of being completely incurable, and not even chemotherapy or any other kind of therapy was able to help prevent it.

tears streamed down max's face as he sat himself down at the new gravestone that had just been put up for you. max verstappen was a well-known formula 1 driver with red bull and right now, he would be driving the british grand prix at silverstone but right now, he had graciously been given bereavement leave by red bull, which was why he was still in the netherlands, at the cemetery where his wife would forever lay. placing the bouquet of flowers on your headstone, max leaned back, sitting back down, grateful that the grass wasn't wet from any rain that was supposedly meant to come through the day before. this was a regular thing for max to do since getting his paid bereavement leave, come down to the cemetery and visit your gravestone. sometimes he'd stay for as short as five minutes to as long as one time he didn't leave the cemetery until it was two minutes from the gate's closing time. but, today, it was obvious for max that today wasn't going to be a day he'd want to stay too long. it was too painful for him to stay any longer than an hour because, for some reason, today was not the best day for him and he just couldn't fathom why.

max sighed, wiping his tears away as he immediately thought up his favourite things about you. saying them in dutch since he remembers just how much you loved it when he'd speak dutch to you. the thing he loved the most about you was your smile. your smile was his favourite thing about you. he was envious of how bright and happy it always was. he then suddenly snickered softly after a memory passed through his mind. the memory wasn't anything too big or dramatic but, it was just a small memory that he wishes he could have held onto forever. it was at your wedding night a couple of months ago just before you guys were set to do your first dance. oh... that was another thing, how he wished he could just have one last dance with you. you were such an amazing dancer that it made up for max's not-so-coordinated dancing considering he was built to be an f1 driver and not a dancer. not that max was an awful dancer however, i mean, he would sometimes do really well when he was messing around or playing just dance on the wii but, he was the worst when it came to freestyle dancing. whereas you were the royal highness of freestyle dancing but most especially contemporary since that was the dancing you were taught the most as a child. which always confused everyone when you and max said you'd known each other since childhood because the question was "how?" since max was always doing karting and you were always doing dance competitions.

you giggled as you noticed your now-husband, max staring at you as you smiled, "waar ben je naar aan het staren?" you giggled as max giggled too as he held you closer, just as you were about to go to the dance floor for you and your husband's first dance as mr and mrs verstappen what are you staring at?

"jouw lach. het is de hele dag niet één keer veranderd. en ik wilde ook alleen maar naar mijn vrouw staren, is dat nu illegaal, mevrouw verstappen?" max teased as you giggled again, your smile staying plastered on your face like it had been the whole day your smile. it's not changed once this whole day. and also, i just wanted to stare at my wife, is that now illegal, mrs verstappen?

"ja, omdat ik blij ben, meneer verstappen. en natuurlijk is het oké dat je naar me staart, en het is niet illegaal, ik was gewoon in de war. bovendien hebben we onze eerste dans en ik wil niet dat mensen op ons wachten," you whispered back as max rolled his eyes as he reluctantly walked out to the dance floor with you yeah, because i'm happy, mr verstappen. and, of course, it's okay for you to stare at me, and it's not illegal, i was just confused. besides, we have our first dance and i don't want people waiting for us

you and max then danced your first dance as the verstappen's and, you couldn't help the smile that stayed on your face. you were so proud of max because he had finally gotten the steps of the first dance correctly. and, like you always told him, he was a good dancer, he just had to focus on the steps but to not forget to also not to overthink it too much, because that's why he'd often mess up during rehearsals. because he'd be overthinking the moves too much as well as worrying about his f1 physique and it would confuse him and that would be the reason why he'd just suddenly stop halfway through their dance rehearsals for their wedding whilst you would just continue.

the guests continued to cheer as you and max ran off the dance floor as everyone else ran onto it so they could continue the party as the slow song that was playing for the first dance was all of a sudden changed to an upbeat track. then, you just kissed max because of how proud you were of him for not overthinking the steps and being so seamless in his dancing. you guys then starting whispering to each other in english, even though you'd usually speak in dutch if you didn't want others hearing you, no one was going to because they were all so focused on the fact that the real party of the wedding had finally started. so you didn't feel like you had to speak in dutch.

"...see, i told you maxie! you can dance! you just did it then and you didn't mess up once, you were perfect!" you bursted out in pride as max smiled, his cheeks going pink

"yeah, because you were with me and you're like, the royal highness of dancing, babe. that's the only reason, if i had to do that entire thing on my own, i'd be falling over and dancing with two left feet!" max rolled his eyes dramatically which made you roll your eyes as well

"oh yeah, that's a lie babe! you weren't overthinking and you weren't trying to do too many things at once, that's why. and besides, you can dance, and you can dance more amazingly then you actually give yourself credit for considering you are a formula 1 driver..." your voice was fading as max was leaving the memory and back to real life when he heard the voice of a slightly younger woman who was sitting down at a gravestone next to him, speaking in dutch, a different contrast to the english between you and max

"...gaat het, lieverd?" the girl asked, noticing that max was now sobbing silently, slightly frightened by the new voice but nodded his head as he smiled at the girl - she couldn't have been any older than twenty-seven are you okay darling?

he then noticed the gravestone that she was kneeling in front of and his heart almost broke. it seemed like she was visiting the grave of her spouse, just like he was.

"ja sorry. het gaat goed met me," max giggled uncomfortably as the girl offered max a tissue, which he gladly accepted as she then moved closer and started asking questions about who's gravestone it was that max was sitting in front of yeah, sorry. i'm fine

"als ik vragen mag, wie zie je dan?" the girl questioned as he smiled, wiping his tears away and sniffled if i may ask, who is it that your seeing?

"mijn vrouw... we waren net een paar maanden geleden getrouwd, maar helaas werd zij binnen een paar weken na ons huwelijk ongeneeslijk ziek en overleed niet lang daarna..." max trailed off as the girl sighed in empathy as she nodded her head my wife...we had just got married a couple of months ago but, sadly, she unfortunately, got terminally ill within a couple of weeks after our wedding and then passed away not long after that

"...en jij? wiens graf is dat?" he then asked softly as the girl smiled in the same way that max had what about you? whose grave is that?

"mijn man... hij is twee jaar geleden overleden, we waren geliefden op de middelbare school en toen kreeg hij niet lang nadat we getrouwd waren ook kanker, net zoals jouw vrouw. Ik weet niet hoe, maar we kwamen er doorheen en toen stierf hij op een avond in mijn armen..." the girl trailed off, however there were no tears as she explained it and it kind of gave max some hope that he'll eventually stop crying when explaining what happened to his own wife my husband...he passed away two-years-ago, we were high school sweethearts and then he developed cancer not long after we got married too, just like your wife did. i don't know how but, we get through it and then, he died in my arms one night

"...oh, het spijt me zo om dat te horen. en als ik het niet erg vind: hoe lang duurde het voordat je stopte met huilen toen mensen je naar hem vroegen?" max questioned with a small sniffle, his tears starting to subside as the girl smiled oh, i'm so sorry to hear that. also, if you don't mind me asking, how long did it take for you to stop crying when people asked you about him?

"persoonlijk duurde het bij mij tot een paar weken geleden, maar dat betekent niet dat het bij jou zo lang zal duren. ik ben niet beschut, ik weet wie je bent, max verstappen, maar als je terugkeert naar de formule 1, zal het je helpen sneller te genezen. misschien duurt het een jaar of misschien zelfs een paar maanden. er is geen goed of fout. als je morgen stopt met huilen, is dat ook goed. en in welke herinnering zat jij toen ik merkte dat je huilde als ik het vraag, want ik heb dezelfde herinnering elke keer als ik hier kom om mijn man te bezoeken," max smiled as the girl asked him that personally, for me, it took around until a couple of weeks ago but, that doesn't mean that it'll take that long for you. i'm not sheltered, i know who you are, max verstappen, but when you return to formula 1, it'll help you heal quicker. maybe it'll take a year or maybe even a couple of months. there's no wrong or right. if you stop crying over it tomorrow, that's okay as well. also, what memory were you in when i noticed you were crying if you don't mind me asking, because i have the same memory every time i come here to visit my husband

"onze eerste dans op onze bruiloft. ik ben uiteraard niet de beste danseres, maar mijn vrouw, zij... zij was de beste danseres ooit. maar eerlijk gezegd was ze een getrainde hedendaagse danseres, dus het is logisch dat ze een betere danseres is dan ik, maar ja. ik geef er alles voor om haar te zien lachen en nog één keer met haar te dansen..." max trailed off as the girl nodded her head and stood up and walked away our first dance at our wedding. i'm not the best of dancers, obviously, but my wife, she...she was the best dancer ever. in fairness to her though, she was a trained contemporary dancer so, it makes sense that she's a better dancer than me but, yeah. i just give anything to see her smile and have one more dance with her

but, before she did walk away, she told max what memory she has about her husband, "...dat is mooi, want ik heb precies dezelfde herinnering aan mijn man en ik op onze bruiloft tijdens onze eerste dans. mijn man was ook een geschoolde hedendaagse danser en was een veel betere danser dan ik..." that's lovely because, i have the same exact memory of my husband and i at our wedding during our first dance. my husband was also a trained contemporary dancer and was a way better dancer than i was

lando norris:

now i'm half the man without you, and it's getting harder every day

lando couldn't breathe. well, he could but barely. it had barely been a couple of days after his best friend harry had dropped dead from what was a suspected suicide attempt and already, lando felt as though he was half the man without his best friend. it felt as though he would never be able to stop crying because it was all he found himself able to do. he was thankful to have you, his wife, your dog, the rest of his family and his formula 1 teammates by his side but, it still didn't feel whole like it would have if his best friend was alive. you could tell that this whole situation of his best friend killing hismelf and then having to rush home from the airport since the next f1 grand prix was supposed to start again after two weeks off to then rush to the hospital to be told his friend had died had exhausted him out. and then, on top of that, because lando was the closest person to his best friend by way of family, lando had to help in the planning of the funeral for his best friend and it was obvious how stressful this was for your grieving husband. the worst part of all was the fact it was being publicised everywhere because of lando's f1 fame. sure, the moment you become famous, basically everything about you becomes public knowledge but, this, this you thought was a little bit too far. who on this earth wants to read a news article about your husband's best friend dying of suicide? well, clearly the oddballs because your eyes widened at how many clicks this certain article that you had accidentally stumbled upon was receiving daily. your heart sank as you then lifted your head up from the image that had been photographed of your husband with the mother of the deceased best friend from a day or two ago to look at your husband, lando, who seemed to have the same sunken, grieving look on his face that he had in the photo.

you threw the tablet down to the bed and extended your hand out to lando who immediately grabbed it, "...what's going on in that head of yours, babe?" you questioned as lando huffed shakily as he shrugged his shoulders

"i...i have no idea, y.n. i'm just so stressed, i..." lando couldn't even finish his sentence because he just started to cry out of the blue - grateful that it was just you two in the house, the family giving the both of you a break

"...oh, honey. i know, it's not easy my love but you are doing so well!" you whispered as you tightly embraced lando as he continued to cry into your shoulder, his body sagged from exhaustion

"is this ever going to get easier?" lando whimpered as he closed his eyes and let the river of tears that welled in his eyes pour down his cheeks as you sighed, hugging your grief-stricken husband tighter

"i think so, lan. not right now because everything's happening so quickly with the planning of the funeral and all the phone calls you and harry's mum have had to make but, i do believe it'll get easier. the hurt you feel currently will start to fade and it won't hurt as much as it does right now. but, how long it'll take, i have no idea," you sighed softly as lando limply nodded his head

you could tell he was so exhausted but, it was the exhaustion that couldn't be fixed with sleep. however, you could tell that he was also tired, one that could be fixed with sleep. so, your heart broke in the knowledge that you didn't know what to do to help your husband. you didn't want to send him upstairs to your guys' room but you knew that the phone calls he and his best friend's mum were doing was causing him so much stress and you just wished you could take his pain away. so, you decided the best thing was for you to send lando up to your guys' bedroom to have a quick sleep while you and his best friend's mum continued the phone calls to the extended family and the rest of the planning that lando was tasked to do alongside his best friend's mum.

"lan, babe, i don't think you're in the right headspace to continue with the phone calls and funeral planning so, go upstairs and have a sleep for about an hour or two and i'll continue the phone calls and help harry's mum with the funeral planning until you wake up again, okay? is that okay with you?" you proposed as you could tell your proposal to help almost made lando cry all over again

"no, y.n, babe, it's fine, i can do it! i just needed to take a breather, i'm fine, i need to do it. harry's mum can't do it on her own, she needs me to help her..."

"...and i understand you want to help harry's mum, i get it, sweetheart. but, babe, look at the state of you, you are not in the right state of mind to be on the phone with his family and the funeral directors. there's a reason why his mum has been attempting to be this strong and it's because she has to. so, i'll ask you again, go upstairs to our room and i'll take care of this. what you need is sleep. you are wrecked and the only way you'll be able to continue is if you rest and take care of yourself. you are not okay, lan, you just lost your best friend..." you trailed off as lando's eyes closed and he covered his face with his hands

you felt awful for making your husband cry again but, it seemed as though lando was still in a battle of the denial and depression stages of grief and it had only been about, two or three days since his best friend passed away.

"...you need to take care of yourself babe, i'm sorry for making you cry again but, you cannot keep overwhelming yourself with these phone calls and everything else of the sort. remember, whilst the others on the grid don't know everything, they still know some of what's going on and like me, they also want to help. so, maybe, it'll be a good thing if you shoot them a quick text in the group chat or ring one of them and, once i've finished a couple of phone calls myself, i'll come upstairs to join you for that nap, deal?" you tried to convince lando but, it seemed like you didn't even need to try since lando just weakly nodded his head in agreement as you smiled softly with a head nod

"okay, i'll text the group chat and have a sleep. thank you, babe, i love you so much," lando whispered as he sauntered over to you and gave you a hug and the sweetest kiss as you smiled and nodded your head

"of course, babe. i didn't just marry you because of how attractive you are," you joked in the hope of getting your husband to giggle and, for a moment, it worked which you nearly screamed the house down over

but, it wasn't until you watched him ring up the group chat, oscar answering, that you truly realised how hard lando had taken the death of his best friend. whilst it brought tears to your own eyes, watching your husband be so grief-stricken and almost lifeless over the phone with oscar and his teammates broke your heart, you knew it was still something that brought that little bit of joy when he got to hear the voices of his f1 grid family on the other line of the phone that made this loss that little bit easier to deal with.

sure, right now, a couple of days after the death of lando's best friend harry was going to be hard and painful but, it wasn't going to stay this painful forever and soon, lando would be able to find it easier to breathe and easier to be without his best friend.

oscar piastri:

i'll never let go, you're the one that keeps me breathing. time slows even though the world keeps spinning

it hadn't even been that long since you and oscar had gotten married in london's west end when the heartbreaking news of oscar's dad's death had been confirmed. you hadn't been at the hospital in london that day since you were running some errands but you knew that oscar was since there was a two week break inbetween the last and next grand prix and that, he'd need you the moment he gave you that specific code word to let you know that your father-in-law had passed away. so, when you received that code word from your husband, you dropped everything you were doing (literally) and you rushed to the car.

you knew that oscar's heart was shattered and that he was barely breathing. even for you, your world was slowing down but you could not imagine how slow oscar's was whilst the world around him kept spinning. so you knew you needed to hurry up because there was only so long oscar could keep his tears to himself before he'd just drop to the floor and cry.

thankfully, you weren't that far away and you had arrived in a whopping five minutes that would normally have been fifteen minutes from where you were to the hospital that mr piastri had been in. and, almost immediately, you could tell by the distraught look on oscar's face that he was seconds from breaking down into tears. so, very quickly, as your world started to speed up to normal speed again and oscar's stayed at slow, you managed to whisk him out of the hospital room and into the privacy of the hospital's waiting room hallway as you held your husband ever so tightly as he just cried and cried and cried.

you couldn't help the tears that streamed down your own cheeks as oscar sobbed hysterically into your shoulders. it seemed like his tears weren't ever going to stop as you rubbed your hand up and down his back in a very futile effort to console him but, it was as though he was inconsolable and you couldn't blame him. you knew exactly what the loss of a parent felt like, you lost your own dad when you were twelve years old, two years after you had met oscar for the first time actually and you just remembered how supportive oscar and his whole family were. but, none were more supportive and helpful in your grief then oscar's dad, when you would sometimes be inconsolable, mr piastri just knew the things to do and say to you that would get those tears to stop and it was only in this moment that you wished you had recorded those words on your phone so that you could play them for oscar right now. because it seemed like no matter what you whispered or did, nothing could possibly help stop oscar's cries of pain, anguish and grief over the loss of his father.

"...i am so sorry, baby. your dad loved you so much. and you were such an amazing son to him as well, never forget that..." you trailed off, slightly disheartened that nothing you could say could console your husband but, you had to remember that this was only hours recent for oscar whereas, for you, it's been up to a decade, even longer since your own dad died

so, you took a deep breath and you pulled out of the hug. which, of course broke your heart because seeing your husband cry was the worst thing in the world for you, you just coached him into taking some deep breaths. because, since he was crying so much and his breathing was uneven, he was going to start to hyperventilate which would send him into a panic attack which was not what you or oscar needed. so, finally, oscar got his breathing under control and his tears slowly but surely started to cease and his wails were no longer loud, the tears were silent and his breathing was slightly shaky. but, this oscar, this oscar was easier to comfort and talk to whereas the other oscar that was sobbing and wailing was not easy to talk to since it wasn't registering in his mind that someone was talking to you, let alone his own wife.

"...osc, my love, do you feel somewhat better?" you whispered after calming down oscar as he shrugged his shoulders after he had hesitated to nod his head yes

"i...i don't know...dad's gone, babe. my dad's dead..." oscar trailed off as tears started to well in his eyes again as you squeezed his hand tightly, telling him that it was okay to cry absolutely but not to work himself up in the state he was before

"...i know babe. i know he's gone but, we need to calm down because we can't help if we're hysterical, alright? so, what do you need to do and what do you want to do? do you want to stay here with your family and ring the important people or do you wanna go home and i can ring everyone from home?" you gave oscar options, knowing if he'd be unsure, he could pick from the options you gave him which, you could tell appreciated as he wiped his tears off his cheeks as he composed himself

"umm, can...can we go home? i can't, i can't stay here anymore..." oscar sniffled as he wiped more tears from his cheeks as you nodded your head

"...of course we can babe, we don't need to say here but, it'll be helpful to tell your mum that we're leaving and if there is anyone we need to call, we can do it for them, okay?" you proposed as oscar nodded his head

"thank you," he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder as you bit your lip, brushing your fingers through his messy hair

"of course, sweetheart. it's not a problem or worry at all. if you need to go back home, we'll go back home," you whispered back and kissed your husband, only wishing you could take his pain and go through it all over again with your dad's death so he didn't have to with his own dad

by the time you and oscar had let mrs piastri know that you guys were going home but if there was anyone they needed to call to lessen the stress on her and everyone else, they'd do it. she thanked you and oscar and said there wasn't anyone in the family they needed to call. but, if you wanted to call his team leader at mclaren and the rest of the f1 grid to let them know, that you could do that because you both knew that oscar would need their help over anyone else's and, you agreed.

even though oscar's world was spinning ever so slowly whilst everyone else's was spinning normally, you promised you weren't going to let his world stay spinning slowly nor would you let it spiral out of control. so, you informed his f1 grid family of the news before the press could and asked if and when they could get over to london that it would be much appreciated since she knew she couldn't console her husband on her own.

but, there was no doubt in your mind that eventually, oscar's world would go back to spinning normally, just right now, it wouldn't be and that was okay. as long as it didn't stay spinning slowly forever, you were okay with that.

charles leclerc:

they say that time can heal a broken heart but i just don't know how this could be true. everyday i see a picture on my wall, my heart is broken into two.

your heart broke as you saw the melancholic look on your husband's face as he looked at the photo of his dad and godfather, herve leclerc and jules bianchi, that was hanging up on the wall of your guys' house. you could tell his heart was breaking into two. yours was as well. mr leclerc had died back in twenty-seventeen when charles was twenty just four days before charles would go on to win the feature race at the twenty-seventeen baku formula two round, two days before mr leclerc died, charles had lied to him saying he had been signed a contract with formula 1. jules, his godfather, dying in twenty-fifteen during a race, two years before herve would die from a terminal illness. two years, they had died within a space of two years and it was too much for anyone to handle however, it had now been a considerable amount of years since both deaths however, it was coming up to the annviersary of his godfather, jules, death. the anniversary of his dad's death just gone in june. charles was so young when he lost his godfather and then two years later, as he's months away from joining formula 1, he loses his dad. it was a grief and a trauma that hung over the ferarri driver constantly. charles adored jules and his father, he loved them more than he thought he could have loved anyone, of course, other than the rest of his family and you, his wife. so, you just knew charles' heart was breaking every single day that passed because the only things he now has left of his dad and godfather were the photos and the videos and the memories they shared together, no longer having the opportunity to create new ones with them ever again.

however, this day, you could tell that charles was thinking about something and it was eating away at him so, you asked him, "what's going on in that head of yours, charles?" you questioned softly, wrapping your arms around his waist as your head rested on his shoulder as he sniffled softly

"something that mum said to us not long after dad had died at jules' grave..." charles sniffled as your heart sank, you knew exactly what it was that charles was going to say since it was not a new thing anymore

"...yeah, what was it?" you asked even though you both knew what it was, you just knew it would be beneficial for charles to say it so, he said it

"they say that time can heal a broken heart but, i don't think that's true..." charles sobbed softly as you hugged him tighter as you sighed

"...your mum lost the love of her life, charles, of course she's going to say that...besides, you guys also lost your godfather two years earlier, what else could she have said..." you trailed off, hoping it wouldn't come off as offensive to your father-in-law and husband's godfather as charles smiled softly

"...i know but, could it be true? can time heal a broken heart?" charles wandered, it was truthfully something he wondered the moment his grief-stricken mother said those words after his dad died whilst at the grave of his deceased godfather

"well, personally, my mum thinks so. i mean, she remarried the man who would become my father after her first love, well, who she thought was the love of her life, died so, i suppose time can heal a broken heart..." you trailed off as charles smiled as he nodded his head

"... mais, le voudriez-vous?" charles then questioned in french, no longer bothered to speak in english as that stumped you, what on earth was your husband talking about now? but, would you?

"je ferais quoi, bébé?" you questioned with a soft giggle as alex scoffed and introduced the thing that's called context would i what, babe?

"est-ce que tu pourrais te remarier avec un autre homme si j'étais mort avant notre mariage et si j'avais eleanor et sage?" charles questioned as this stumped you even more even though you couldn't deny the fact you had thought about this, especially after jules' as you guys weren't old enough to be having kids let alone be in a serious commited relationship yet not so much after mr leclerc's either even though you were now married and had two daughters, you were more focused on the grief of the family that you had no time to think about it after mr leclerc's death would you possibly remarry another man if i had died before we got married and had eleanor and sage?

"well, i don't know, amore. i mean, mum's first husband died because he was terminally ill and knew that he wouldn't stay alive for the two of them to get married and have the timeline that he wanted so, he allowed my mum to fall in love again so she could still have the timeline that she wanted so, that's what she did. she met my dad, fell in love, and then got married and then had her seven kids. but, if you were to die on me now with our two kids and the third on the way, who knows what i'd do because maybe i won't or maybe i will fall in love again but, because i'm not in that situation, i have no idea... what about you, would you remarry if i died?" you responded with your answer, switching back to english seamlessly and then asked charles the same question as he sniffled, wiping away his tears

"well...yeah, i don't know. maybe if weren't already married and with our three kids, i'd consider marrying again but, because i'm with you and have our three kids, i don't think i would because you're all i want in my life...and, i think that's why mum said that..." charles trailed off as tears continued to stream down his face which you could tell was starting to slightly annoy him

"...yeah? because she knew there was no one else that she would love the same way or as greatly as she loved your father. as well as she knew that no matter how long it had been since the loss of both jules and your father, that she felt like time would never make it better. and it's true, some people who do become widows or widowers don't ever get married or even find another person because their person before was the only one for them and in their minds, there was no one else for them but that one person..." you trailed off as charles nodded his head, you could tell the cogs in his head were spinning so you allowed him and waited for his next thought

"...i just, i still can't believe, after so many years, that both jules and dad are gone, like, they're never coming back, babe..." charles' voice broke off at the end as his eyes widened once he realised what he had just said as your heart broke

"...oh, babe..." you trailed off as you turned charles around into your embrace, away from the photo on the wall and let him cry into your shoulder

you knew that charles just wished he could see his dad and godfather again instead of having to constantly look at the photos and the memories of his dad and godfather. but, you also knew that he knew that jules and mr leclerc were always going to be with him, whether that was on the f1 track or in his everyday life. you just hoped he knew that you were also going to always be with him no matter what.

fin

okay, this one was kinda messy and i'm pretty sure the european languages to english were dodgy as fuck but at this point i'm proud of myself alright? also, i'm sorry that this was super depressing, for those who are reading my books for the first time, depressing shit and angst is kind of my specialty but, in saying that, i do write happier and fluffier stuff, i just write angsty shit a whole lot better and seamlessly without making it awkward. also, just as a disclaimer, this was not at all meant to be disprespectful to those real people that have been lost in the real-life context of this one-shot since it was only two people and that was jules bianchi and herve leclerc since the other three were completely fictional deaths.

©⠀amberjazmyn's original work. do not translate or steal any of my fics. 2024

#formula one #angst #max verstappen x fem!reader #lando norris x fem!reader #oscar pisatri x fem!reader #charles leclerc x fem!reader #always with me

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xo-lesserafim · 1 year ago

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FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES.

EPISODE 10. OTP

a/n: This maybe episode 10, but there will be more “episodes.” I hope you guys enjoy this. But sorry they aren’t as long as they were in the beginning.

Bold: Korean

Italics: over the phone

Both: Korean and over the phone

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I was drinking my latte and eating my food while listening to a mix Yuri gave me as I was doing homework.

I noticed it was late, so I went to bed.

The next day. I went to check to see if my grades were high enough to stay and… they were eek!

And so were Kitty’s and Min ho!

Why am I thinking about it.

Time skip: few hours later.

During lunch, I sat with Yuri.

“Andrea, Kitty got expelled.” Yuri said.

“What?”

“I think it was because she was living in the boys dorm.”

“Oh, that sucks.”

I feel bad for Kitty, I mean she is my sister after all.

Time skip: After school

As I was going to the airport to meet Kitty because she still had her location on, she was with Dae.

Once Dae left, I went to Kitty.

“Kitty!” I’m not too late, am I?”

“No, you’re not. But I have to go soon.”

“Okay, good.”

“Why?”

“I’m really sorry for ghosting you for no reason. But once you get back I promise I’ll explain everything.”

“I.. um. I don’t know how to respond.”

“You don’t have too, you can respond to that after winter break if your back. But you should go. I love you by the way.”

“Stay safe by the way.”

“I will, and so should you. I’ll call you during break?” Kitty said.

“For sure, I heard that you got expelled, but I personally think you’ll actually be expelled.”

“But she told me personally.”

“So? Maybe Yuri has your back. I should really get going.” I said hugging her.

“Bye puppy.” She said hugging me back.

“Bye kitty .” I said as I watched her leave.

When Kitty was home and had her stuff arranged , Kitty called me.

“ANDREA, ANDREA!” Kitty said.

“Hm?”

“Okay, so guess what.”

“What?”

“MIN HO WAS ON THE SAME PLANE ON ME.”

“How do you know, and why?”

“He was on there because he was going to LA to see his mom. I know because he sat with me.”

“He was in economy? But why?”

“He thought I could use a friend.”

“Okay.”

“Anyway, the reason why I called you is to tell you that he confessed to me.”

“WHAT! WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”

“I told him that I don’t feel the same. Because I like Yuri, but I didn’t tell him that.”

“How did that happen?”

“It was during Min ho’s Madness Party when she was djing.”

“ Not surprised. But no wondered why you looked weird when we had fan lessons with Yuri and she when she was close to you, you had a weird look.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“To me, yea. It kinda was.”

“Oh, but you’re my twin, so you get it.”

“Did he get mad or anything?”

“No, it understands how I just don’t have feelings for him, but we’re still friends!”

“That good, Question, but do you wanna know a fun fact about me?”

“Sure?”

“I like Min ho…”

“Wait, really?” How did that happen?”

“I just developed feelings over time. But when I saw him and Madison kissing, I just had enough, I guess.”

“Oof, wait.. I just got an email for KISS…”

“Read it out loud so I can hear.”

“OMG, I CAN GO BACK TO KISS!”

“REALLY? YAY! See I told you, Yuri has your back.”

“Yea, she does.”

“Oh it’s kinda late, I have to sleep Kitty, I have modeling early tomorrow.”

“All right, night. Love you.”

“Night! Love ya right back!”

Winter break was mainly three things:

Modeling, hanging with Juliana and Yuri, and talking with Kitty (my favorite one.)

But Min ho was on my mind most of my day.

He confessed to Kitty, so he likes her.

But he does only like her?

Maybe, I still could have a chance.

It was the same thing everyday.

I woke up really early, took hours to get ready, take even more hours to do the photo-shot, eat in between, go home, finish making clothes/ dresses / whatever, call Kitty for an hour or more, sleep, and then repeat.

(Photo from photo shot.)

One day, Jenny had to tell me something.

“Andrea, you know, when school is back in session, I’m holding a raffle for five people to join the modeling company for a 2 weeks to a month. It depends if they want to go longer if they like it.” Jenny said.

“Wait, really.”

“Yea, I hope you don’t mind sharing the third floor.”

“It’s fine. I mean it’s huge! There’s like 10 guest beds in there.” I said fake smiling.

Five people?

What if one of them is Min ho?

Gosh, I would die.

It’s impossible, there’s a lot of people at KISS, so it’s unlikely.

“I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Dont worry, it’s completely fine.”

“Great, I have to go tho. I have a meeting. Bye dear.” Jenny said before leaving.

“Bye!” I said.

Let’s hope I’m lucky for whoever wins the raffle .

“AND THE WINERS ARE……”

“YURI HAN.”

“DAE HEON KIM.”

“Q SHAZABIAN.”

“KITTY SONG COVEY.”

“AND… DRUMROLL PLEASE.”

Everyone starting clapping or something.

“MIN HO.”

WHAT? No.. I’m going to die.

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petrifiedcrange · 1 year ago

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Rules

First of all, thank you for visiting this page!)

I don’t have very long nor very strict rules, but there are a few things I’d like to point out:

And the main rule in interacting with me is that this blog is hate free. I don’t have anything against drama and hate as long as it stays within the threads and our muses’ relationships. But ooc drama and anon hate I just won’t tolerate. This is a hobby, after all. It shouldn’t be stressful.

I’m selective in a way that I will most likely answer to what I can see happening for my muse and what I have muse for at the moment, but I’m not mutuals only, which means that you are more than welcome to send me asks / memes / anything and come say hi in DMs even if we are not mutuals!

I’m OC and Crossover friendly, but if I’m not familiar with your character / fandom, it would be more comfortable for the both of us if you had an about page in your blog or wouldn’t mind telling me some basics about your character so I could see how our muses could click.

My main ships when it comes to Stede, Ed and Izzy are, of course, Blackbonnet, Blackhands and Steddyhands. However, both with them and with my other muses (except for Alma and Louis, for obvious reasons), I’m more than open to exploring other ships, as long as they’re based on chemistry. Honestly, I love shipping dearly, so don’t hesitate to come in my DMs if you think that our muses could be a couple - chances are that I’m already thinking about it)

That said, I’m more than open to the idea of a pre-established relationship! And it doesn’t necessarily have to be a romantic one. I’m all for platonic, antagonistic, found family etc. kinds of dynamics. Just pop in my DMs, and I’m sure we can figure something out)

When it comes to asks/memes and open starters, as I’ve already said before, you are more than welcome to send them in, regardless of whether we are mutuals or interacted before. I love to chat and roleplay with new people! The date I posted the meme or open starter doesn’t matter either as they don’t have an expiration date)

Sending more than one ask is allowed and encouraged.

If you have an idea, there are big chances that I will try it, so don’t be shy to DM me!

My length very much depends on the particular thread and on my partner’s length, but I’m usually writing para/multi-para. I use minimal formatting - bold and italics ( also, small text at times, but only if you’re using it too / comfortable with it ) - and either 100x100 round icons with border or go iconless.

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Explicit NSFW stuff probably won’t be present here, as I don’t feel particularly comfortable writing sex so publicly (even though mun and most muses - except, of course, the Bonnet kids - are 18+). However, the events leading right up to it - as in teasing / light foreplay - and its aftermath might be present.

No God-modding, obviously.

If you are a personal blog, you are free to follow me, but, please, DO NOT like my starter calls and DO NOT reblog my threads.

I must admit that I can be quite slow with replies and a bit forgetful, so you are free to poke me once in a while. But don’t nag me constantly, that makes me nervous and uncomfortable.

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fentyxolo · 3 years ago

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memories - m.d.

summary: reader is a songwriter that’s reminiscing about their favorite memories with miguel.

requested: yes! (woo!!)

pairing: miguel diaz x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, soft miguel

w/c: 531 words

a/n: i refused to make this concept just headcannons, i was too excited to write it. it kinda steers away from the main concept, hope that’s alright!

a/n 2: bold and italics are memories/flashbacks !!

The room was filled with only the sounds of you writing in your journal. You were sparked with a sudden burst of creativity, reminiscing the early days of your relationship with Miguel.

“Miguel stop!” You giggled as he started to tickle you relentlessly. Currently alone in the dojo, you both made a bet to see who would win in a spar. It was obvious he would win. However, Miguel would never pass up an opportunity to be near you.

“You have to admit that I’m the best” he protested with a grin. He had pinned you down, and while you enjoyed it, you needed an escape from his fast hands.

“Okay! Okay! You're the best, let me free.”

“Your wish is my command.”

You smiled as you thought of the sweet memory. You would write down your favorite moments so that one day, you could immortalize them into one of your songs. Miguel never knew this at first. He just assumed that you were writing ideas for potential songs.

Walking back into your room, you noticed Miguel reading your songwriting journal. Your embarrassment took over as you attempted to snatch it back from him. He held it high, unaware that you were shy about your writing, especially since it was about him.

“Are-are these songs about me?” Miguel spoke softly, not wanting to assume that he was that important to you. You felt your mouth go dry.

Still quiet, he continued, “You think my eyes are like autumn leaves, that I’m the reason nature continues to breathe...I don’t think anyone has ever said something so thoughtful about me.” He laughed nervously. Miguel didn't know what to say to you. He couldn't believe you thought so highly of him.

His stare towards you was so full of love, and you finally gained the courage to speak up, “Yeah, they are. There are quite a few actually. You're a huge source of my creativity.”

Unable to contain his adoration, he grabbed your waist and pulled you close as your lips met in a gentle kiss. Pulling away to catch your breaths, you giggled at his actions.

“You’re so cute,” Miguel said as he looked at you dearly.

You continued writing, filling the pages with words that expressed your love for Miguel. Not knowing that hours had passed, you got a call from your boyfriend.

Answering his call, you soon heard his sweet voice.

“Hi, my dove, are you writing again?” Miguel said knowingly. He had been texting you for a while, only to be met with no response.

“How'd you know?” Shock is evident in your voice.

“You seem to be so obsessed with me, I just assumed you’re writing a song about about your undying love-”

“Miguel Diaz, I will end this call.” You attempted to say sternly. Miguel chuckled. He could hear your smile through your attempt, completely seeing through your bluff.

“I’m joking, I promise…Can I hear what you’re working on?”

Now Miguel would never admit this, but he found it endearing how your eyes would shine when you would sing your songs to him. He would ask over and over again just to hear the joy in your voice.

#cobra kai x reader #cobra kai imagines #Miguel Diaz imagines #miguel diaz x reader

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whyareyouhere66 · 2 years ago

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Steve [Randle] x Fem Reader - Wrong Direction

Steve Randle x Female Reader [request]

Song Fic - Wrong Direction [Hailey SteinFeild]

@navia3000 - apologies in advance, not only for taking a while but also cause I went in a slightly different direction then what you might’ve meant? I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless

Angst

Warnings: mentions of smoking, slightly unedited, shitty writing in my opinion note: Anything written with Italic and Bold is memories, anything solely Italic is song lyrics.

I don't hate you

No, I couldn't if I wanted to

He was your best friend. You’ve done everything together, ever since you met back when you were 8. He was always there for you through it all, which was yet another reason why you simply couldn’t be mad at him for this.

I just hate all the hurt that you put me through

And that I blame myself for letting you

But that doesn’t stop it from hurting. The feeling of losing him, in any sort of way .

Did you know I already knew?

Couldn't even see you through the smoke.

Lookin' back, I probably should have known.

But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

His longing stares at her should have been obvious, but your love struck eyes just refused to notice them.

In fact, they sometimes were directed to you. Did he love you too? He had to, right?It made sense to you, and your 10-year old brain.

Love me with your worst intentions

Didn't even stop to question

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

It did, however, become more and more undeniable as time went on. The longing stares finally turned into something real, not even 10 year old you could ignore it.

You had no choice, but to pull the “I’d rather be friends then nothing” card. Much easy to do at the ripe age of 14, then for 16 year old you, who cringed even hearing her name from his mouth,

Love me with your worst intentions

Painted us a happy ending

Reading back on old diary entries, and finding long paragraphs of ��evidence” that Steve liked you, probably just made it worse. Just lines and lines of “he winked at me in class today” and “I caught him looking at me a couple times…that’s gotta mean something!”

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

Reality hit you hard, when him and Evie started dating. Everytime you hung out with him, Evie, Evie, Evie.

But you needed to pretend like all was right in the world, all the matter. He had no idea, he was too blinded by her to even notice anything in your life.

Sounds familiar

And it's so gut-wrenchin'

Fallin' in the wrong direction

It was so hard, to always see them together. But they looked so happy, you didn’t want to ruin it. Both Steve and Evie were your friends. You couldn’t mess this up for them.

But of course, you just had to let it slip.

“…you what?”

You stare at Evie wide eyed, realization of your confession sinking in. “Um, I-“

She stands up abruptly, staring at you. “..you like my boyfriend?”

“Evie please-“

But once again, she hears none of it. Instead turning and rushing outside of the Dingo, you following close behind as Sandy sits at the table awkwardly.

On my tip-toes

But I still couldn't reach your ego..

Guess I was crazy to give you my body, my mind

Don't know what I was thinkin' 'til now

Rain fell from the darkening sky, hitting the pavement surrounding the diner. “Evie please let me explain!!” She finally turns to you once again, lips turned down into a frown. “I was afraid of this happening…” you look at her in confusion. “Look…he’s had a crush on you before, and I can’t risk it happening again.”

These words shook you, fear challenging the confusion in your head. “Evie!!”

“I’m sorry, y/n….” And she leaves you there, standing in the pouring rain with only the lights and music from the Dingo to accompany you, aswell as yet another fear.

‘She’s gonna tell him….’

Everyone thinks that your somebody else

You even convinced yourself

And, you were right. Steve hasn’t talked to you in days, always avoiding your gaze. You couldn’t find him at the DX, the dingo..golly you couldn’t even find him at the Curtis house, despite it being his second house.

You tried convincing yourself you were solely being paranoid, it was the nerves.

But the others noticed it to, Ponyboy had just asked you the day before why you two weren’t talking.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

Couldn't even see you through the smoke

Lookin' back, I probably should have known

You were so young, naive..stupid.

Staying up at night, fantasizing and romanticizing every aspect of the relationship..and pushing away the mere thought of him and Evie.

You were too good at ignoring your problems. Even when they were sitting in the chair right next to you.

But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

Love me with your worst intentions

Didn't even stop to question

“…Evie told me what you said.”

“…do you believe her?”

You ask with a low voice, heart speeding faster than a race car against your chest. The look on his face says it all, dread and regret overwhelming your senses. “Steve, I want you to be happy, and I know you are with evie…”

“You’re right…so, you’ll understand…that I’m gonna have to distance us now..right?”

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

You didn’t understand. Well, you did but you didn’t. “You can’t be serious..”

“She feels uncomfortable with it-“ you shake your head, eyes flooding. “Well she shouldn’t!” Steve stands up from the couch, hollering a comeback that you are quick to counter.

And what started as a friendly meet up, is quick to turn into a screaming match.

Love me with your worst intentions

Painted us a happy ending

You walked out, ears ringing, face wet and fists clenched. He was watching you, from his door frame, dry and cracked tears staining his handsome face.

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven…

“I’ll race you to the swing sets!! //“please, I’m way faster than you y/n!”

“I don’t get why math is so hard…numbers are numbers, just leave it at that.” // “I know, school sucks…”

“I think I’m gonna drop out, 6th grade sucks.” // “leave me here and I’ll jump you.”

“I don’t get why Soda gets all the girls and I don’t” // “Steve, we’re 13. It’s fine…plus you smell weird.” // “excuse me-“

And it's so gut-wrenchin' (ooh, ooh)

Fallin' in the wrong direction (ooh, ooh)

“I don’t think you’re smoking that thing right, dude…” // “eh it’s fine. Tastes weird though.” // “you shouldn’t be able to taste it.” // “…oh.”

“I got a job!!” // “sick! now I can bug you and soda all the time and you can’t leave-“ // “oh lordy”

“I”

“She’s gorgeous, prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” // “must be special..”

“Love”

“Sorry man, I’ve gotta date with evie..” // “oh..”

“You”

“Evie told me what you said…” // “..do you believe her?”

How did you sweep me right off my feet?

Baby, I can't keep falling in the wrong direction

Nearly every other day, you’d see them together. Now they were rid of you, they could finally be happy. You were just holding them back from that, right? Why else, would he look so happy with her, despite how you looked like a literal train wreck 24/7.

How did you sweep me right off my feet?

Right off my feet…

“He liked you once…”

That couldn’t be true, could it?

Years you’d spent, over thinking every single compliment. Blushing at every word. Coming up with scenarios for when you were older.

Well, now you were older. But instead of dates and kisses like 10 year old you wanted, it was crying and walking away.

“We’ve been friends for 8 years, and you’re gonna get rid of me just like that?”

“I don’t have a choice, I love her!”

Couldn't even see you through the smoke

Lookin' back, I probably should have known

But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

He was so happy with her, was it really worthy throwing your whole friendship away? And better yet, how could she do that to you? She knew how close you two were…which might have been the problem, thinking back on it.

You laughed at the thought bitterly.

Love me with your worst intentions

Didn't even stop to question

‘Was it for the better?’ You couldn’t help but think, leaning against your wall with tear tracks and a long since forgotten book laying open on your lap.

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven

Love me with your worst intentions

You began shutting out the gang aswell, they were much closer to Steve then you were to them.

They all believed the act you forced upon yourself for so many years. You weren’t sure, if that’s what you wanted or not.

A small part of you wanted someone to notice, someone to care that you were hating yourself everyday for letting him go.

Painted us a happy ending

Every time you burned me down

Don't know how, for a moment, it felt like heaven

But no one did. Which got you here, now, sitting alone in your bedroom, wallowing in self pity and getting lost in Mickey reruns.

And it's so gut-wrenchin'…

The sound of a knock rings through your living room, disrupting the sounds of Mickey on your television. You reluctantly pull yourself up from the couch, and approach the door.

“…what do you want?”

Fallin' in the wrong direction

It was a surprise, seeing the brunette male who stood at your door. He looked almost nervous, wearing his classic unbuttoned DX uniform and skinny jeans. His face showed an anxious smile, sheepish perhaps?

“…can we talk?”

#Steve randle #steve the outsiders #steve randle x reader #fem reader #song fic #wrong direction #navia3000 #whyareyouhere66 #kinda hate this one idk #66-recs&replies

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erotikkook · 3 years ago

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split a pill, smoke a dart 01 - pjm (M)

Title: split a pill, smoke a dart (pjm x reader; ft jjk x reader)

Synopsis: Growing up takes time, but so does everything else in between. Will love be easier to find once you've grown or will the memories of the past prove to be too much to bear?

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings & Tags: (for this chapter only) mentions of making out, lots of curse words, this first part takes place as a flashback in high school so be prepared, it's for setting the scene, they do curse quite a bit but there are no mentions of anything 18+ in those parts for obvious reasons; future warnings include heavy smut, drugs, alcohol, mentions of infidelity, and tbh not really a warning but several characters are queer. This fic focuses on a relationship between a man and a woman (who aren't straight either lmao) but there are mentions of queer relationships throughout.

A/N: @jimilter SURPRISE I’M WRITING FOR YOU AGAIN. Apparently, Mar tried the randomiser a few times, and I got you every time, so I’ll call it fate lmao. I hope you like it babes and happy (extremely fucking late oml) Valentine’s Day. Big thanks you @chemicalpink and @aquagustd for your help with this fic, ily both the most! And one more thank you to @chicken-fifi (I’m sorry I forgot to tag you originally 😭). This is for the @btscreatorscorner valentine event and my prompts were loneliness, despair, and "coming back home after years" PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THE TIME STAMPS IN ITALICS/BOLD CAREFULLY, THEY'RE IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT!

Inspired by: Growing Is ______ by Ruel

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[Year 12 - Month 04 - PAST]

“Maybe he’s into you. You spend half of your fucking day together anyway. How would you know unless you actually got up off your ass?”

Nothing in life was quite as defining as the moments you shared with Jimin. The friendship you’d cultivated over the years of time defining the space of your adolescent years was something you’d come to treasure. Perhaps you should’ve cherished it more than the fleeting smiles and kind words you’d passed to each other underneath your bed covers, giggles that only children could bring about filling the space between you.

Each moment of laughter, a grin pressed against his lips, etching itself against the edges of your beating heart, had you entirely captivated. You had refused to believe it at first. Under no circumstances could your friendship be equated to anything remotely similar to love. It couldn’t have possibly been that; it didn’t make any sense. Still, though, despite your refusal, the butterflies circling the pit of your stomach continued, flaring at each shared glance, each hidden moment — anything and everything was the source of your newly found demise.

It wasn’t until your last year of high school, face shoved against the aperture of your arm, your friend Hoseok’s teasing laughter filling the air, did you ever dare to put a label on the things you felt. Perhaps it had been the sheer cowardice, a feeling of dread billing up against the back of your throat, that had stopped you. Afraid to equate your feelings to any emotion that might strain your relationship.

“There’s no way it’s that. Why would it be? It’s not like he’s done anything. He’s been the same as always. He’s just normal.” Tilting your head back, arms falling against your side, you groaned. You didn’t intend to have an entirely philosophical conversation about the what-ifs of your undoubtedly one-sided love in the midst of your only free period.

“It makes sense, though. We’ve known each other forever, and Jimin has just always been exactly the same. I get it. Why does it matter, though? Confess once. If he says no, get over it and move on; you know he’s not like that.” Perhaps his advice had come from somewhere filled with pure intentions within his heart, and yet, your friend seemed to lack any understanding of your current predicament. You’ve never seen him get turned down. No one, minus the occasional few, wanted to be just friends with Jung Hoseok. You couldn’t blame them. He was incredibly attractive, a mess of neon orange hair strewn across sculpted features. An Oscar-worthy smile edging along his tanned skin. You fell for it, once-upon-a-time, bodies meeting in a clash on tongue and teeth inside the boy’s locker room your third year. You weren't the only one, though, not that you in any way thought you two were exclusive, ultimately deciding to stick to his side solely to hear his obnoxiously unsound advice at every twist and turn.

“Bullshit. Once I’ve confessed, that’s that. Just because you’ve stuck your tongue down everyone’s throat and you’ve caught them doesn’t mean it ends up working out.” It’s impressive that he’s managed to date at least half your grade before your final year; you’d give him that. He was popular, especially when it came to short-lasting relationships. No one was safe – not you, not Jimin. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d moved his advances one town over.

“It worked with Jimin, though. Don’t you remember second year? We dated for like six months before we called it quits. He likes it when you’re forward. Two years later and we’re the same as we were before we started going out. Nothing’s changed – just be the same as you always are.” His grin dampened, easing into a sympathetic nod, his Colgate teeth tucking itself behind his rosy lips. “We don’t have much time left anyway, so why not just try? It’s not like you have any other life to live. prom’s right around the corner. Why not try then? I’ll play wingman, get you two alone, and let’s just see what happens.”

It wasn’t a question. He was telling you that you had to at least try. Shoving your fingers into the pocket of your hoodie, you sighed, head tilting as you shifted, “I’ll try. But if I chicken out, you can’t say a thing,” you shot him a glare, forcing your hair away from your face, “Not a single fucking word.”

[Year 12 - Month 05 - PAST]

It’d been nearly two months since your promise to Hoseok. You hadn’t gathered up any sort of courage to actually ask Jimin to the dance on a not-so-friendly basis, but you’d managed to at least ask him to go as your best friend. At least you were going together, in some capacity, even if you’d accidentally waded yourself fifty feet into the friend zone.

It hadn’t been on purpose; it’d started out with you asking him if he managed to snag a date. To which he’d shrugged, seemingly uninterested in your decided topic of conversation. “Not yet. Some girl in fifth period slipped me her number, but I lost it in the halls.” You knew your relief wasn’t exactly warranted. Jimin could go with whoever he wanted; it wasn’t like he even knew you were into him, plus, he was definitely attractive. As in, everyone wanted a piece of him. Between him and Hoseok, no one could get enough – the only difference being Jimin only dated, minus the very periodic peculiarity, with absolute sincerity. “What about you? No date yet?” You blame your wishful thinking for the tinge of hope you hear laced behind Jimin’s question, eyes alight as he stared at you from across the table. It’d become a habit to meet each other in the back corner of the library after classes had finished for the day. It was far too dusty to attract much company, and you doubted, by the way the dust seemed to accumulate, that anyone would come to clean it.

“Nope, I’ve been excited about this for two months but here I am, dateless. Hoseok got a date, some tall brunette. I think she might be new. I haven’t seen her around before.” Cupping your face in the palm of your hand, you leaned forward, your other hand moving to tap gently against the frame of your chair. “Why? Want to go with me?” Shit, you shouldn’t have asked. “As friends, of course. It’d be weird if we went as like, a couple or something.” What the fuck were you even talking about? It wouldn’t be weird. Hell, he didn’t even ask.

“Sure, I’d be down,” he shrugged, a smile playing at the rim of his mouth, “We all know your parents love me.” You guffawed, beaming back at him. He wasn’t wrong; your parents were positively smitten with him. Not that you’d ever let him know he was right – his ego was massive. He didn’t need the extra boost.

“It’s a date then.” You hesitated, grimacing, “Well, not a date, two friends going together, on friendly terms. Because we’re friends.” Someone needed to shut you the fuck up. There was no way Jimin was ever going to take any sort of confession seriously if you kept pretending you saw him as no more than a friend. “You know what, I’m just going to sleep. Wake me up when the librarian calls for five.”

Maybe it was a figment of your imagination – you were entirely too tired to function, but as you lay, head resting against the crook of your elbow, you could’ve sworn Jimin had muttered something under his breath. “Just friends, huh?”

[Year 12 - Month 06 - PAST]

October was entirely filled with the nerves and butterflies you had only ever expected to see in books and movies. It wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest, it made you feel alive, dare you say whole, as if to confirm you weren’t living in some sort of fake reality.

You’d nearly backed out, twice, to be exact, Hoseok having to reel you back in each time, a whispered promise of certainty falling past his lips and onto the crown of your head. Some would say the two of you were on more than just friendly terms, and while you’d readily admit there was a time Hoseok held a small piece of your heart, you’d overcome those emotions easily after realising he wasn’t the person you readily desired. He was your friend, someone you couldn’t replace, but that was it. You two were so close you’d both readily deny such rumors, your times together filled with the teasing only the best of friends could make.

“What do you think? Is it tacky?” You knew there was absolutely nothing to do about it now if Hoseok answered the affirmative. “Is it too much?” Prom was tonight, Jimin was going to pick you up in less than fifteen minutes. Fuck, you’d be confessing to Jimin in a few hours. It hadn’t really hit you until then, your fingers moving to adjust the hem of your outfit – everything was happening way too past.

Wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, his fingers stroking between the blades of your shoulders, “You’re fine. You look beautiful.” Pressing his palms to your sides, pushing you to meet his eyes, Hoseok grinned, his eyes shining, “I’ll be right around the corner. If something happens, I’ll be right there, okay? Say the word and I’ll be ready.”

You hadn’t heard Jimin come in, only feeling the tug of your forearm arm into a broad chest, arms firmly planted against your hips. “We’ll take our leave now. Not sure where your date is, but I think it’s better if you leave.” You hadn’t seen his eyes burn as dark as they did that night. That should’ve been the first sign. Stop. Go back. Talk it out. You couldn’t exactly blame it on the inexperience of youth. It’d been, instead, the blindness of the love you held for him, the inability to see anything aside from the things you’d felt unmistakable in that moment.

Shrugging your shoulders apologetically, you turn to face Jimin, his hands falling from your hips. “You’re here early. You said 9.” You were more than happy to see him, but you hadn’t expected him to barge into your room without so much as a knock to signal his arrival, or a shout from downstairs at the very least. Still, though, despite the aching feeling in your heart, stomach alight with a new wave of emotion, the way he’d treated your, his, friend. “Apologise to Hoseok when you have the chance. I get that we’ve waited for today for forever, but being a jackass isn’t cool either.” He didn’t say anything, and instead spun on his heels, hand wound securely around yours as he led you out of your room and down the stairs.

The tension eased as the evening progressed, Jimin’s hand clasped tightly to yours for most of the night. He hadn’t made any moves otherwise; it was more than anything a friendly way to make sure the two of you didn’t get separated in the crowd. Nearly everyone from your grade was there, some standing on the side, a glass of whatever the fuck they were serving for drinks in their hands. Others were at tables, chatting animatedly among one another – undoubtedly about college plans and the future. The most popular area of the room was the dance floor, moving to whatever the DJ had decided to play, bodies packed close.

The first half of the evening was filled entirely with laughter, chatting amongst one another, Jimin pressed eagerly against your back. You weren’t sure why he was being so strangely clingy. He had never been one for public displays. Ultimately, you decided to attach yourself from his grasp, giving him an apologetic smile. Not that he seemed to notice, he’d taken to talking with Jungkook, one of the many athletes who’d taken off of practice to go to prom – apparently there was a one time exception if they chose to go. You were pretty sure he was on the diving team. You hadn’t ever seen him compete, but according to Jimin he was the best of the best.

Not that Jungkook's past, present, or future athletic accomplishments were any of your concern at that particular moment. You needed to find Hoseok; it was almost time. You eventually found him just outside of the inner courtyards, back pressed flush against the brick wall, arms crossed. “What are you doing out here? What happened to your date?” You couldn’t remember her name, but she was absolutely stunning – if you hadn’t been so infatuated, maybe you would’ve tried to shoot your shot with her.

“Don’t know. Pretty sure I saw her head for the locker rooms. Didn’t see anyone with her but someone was probably waiting for her. Not like we ever talked before, like, two months ago though. So, no biggie. Finally get him off of you? He seemed jealous earlier.” He sniggered, placing the foot that sat against the wall on the floor.

Jealous? Jimin? No way. There was no way in hell he’d be jealous of you and Hoseok. He knew you two ended things forever ago. “He definitely wasn’t jealous, probably just all the extra prep time. Doesn’t matter either way. I need your help. I want to practice my moves. You know, flirting and all that.” It wasn’t that you hadn’t flirted before, but the experience was entirely different, almost nerve wracking, when you thought of doing anything remotely similar with Jimin.

“No problem, sweetheart,” pausing, he pushed the tips of his fingers against your waist pulling you closer. “Let’s say you’re here. Close enough to feel his body pressed to yours. What do you do now?” His face drew closer, eyes holding yours. You weren’t into him that way, but he was most definitely attractive, especially in a suit and tie, hair slicked back.

“I move myself closer,” shuffling closer, faces now centimeters apart, you drew a breath, “And say what I’ve wanted to say since we were fifteen.” Practice makes perfect. Doesn’t it? “I like you. I don’t know exactly when my feelings ended up this way, but everytime I look at you, I’m the happiest I could ever be. I want to experience everything with you. I want to-”

There was a crash, something unmistakably similar to that of a glass door. Whipping your head around, mouth agape, there stood Jimin, from trembling, hands pressed furiously against the doorway to the gymnasium. Shir, shit, shit, shi- Before you could speak, he turned, flinging the door open, palms shaking.

“Fuck, Hoseok. I’m so sorry. I need to find him.” Backing away from him, you turned, sprinting through the now open exit doors. Fuck you needed to find him. How much did he hear? Was he upset with you? Shit, he didn’t like you back, did he? He thought you were a freak. You eventually spotted him making his way out the back doors that led to the outside courtyards. Shit he knew everything. “Jimin, wait. Where the hell are you even going?”

He stopped, his back facing you. He made no move to turn around, as if he didn’t want you to see him. As if you disgusted him. “Are you kidding me? You and Hoseok were doing whatever-the-hell that was in your room earlier and then you go missing – my date goes missing – and I find her pressed up against the exact same asshole she was alone with earlier. Do I have to say it out loud, do I have to get on a fucking box and scream it? I liked you. I was into you. I screwed around because I figured that we’d never be anything more than what we have. But then you asked me – the same guy who’s been pining over you since we were kids – to the dance and for a second I was hopeful. Then, I find you and tha-that absolute fucking jackass hugging, and then you tell him you like him. So you know what, yeah, I am leaving. We have a week left. I haven’t used any vacation days. Let’s not meet again. Let’s stop here. Nothing happened tonight; we were never close.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about? Do you like me? Since when? Jimin, are you kidding me right now? You walk around, date everyone you can get your hands on, act the same as you always have, and you expect me to get it?” You scoffed, tears spilling against the apples of your cheeks, “Do you think I’m a mind-reader? Do you even know how to communicate, you bastard? What? You’re okay with trying to forget; trying to pretend I don’t even fucking exist but I’m not allowed to do the same? Are you high?” You hadn’t meant to scream, but the more you talked, the further he moved; as if he had no intention of hearing you out. As if the last thing he ever planned to do was to get his head out of his ass and actually listen.

Had he always been that way? Entirely jaded, no better than any of the other men you’d dated? Shit. Where was Hoseok when you needed him? Pressing your palms against your face, you collapsed, knees striking the pavement. Fuck, that was going to hurt in the morning. Had your entire friendship really been diminished to a single evening? One night had ruined your entire life-long friendship.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Jungkook?

[Month 01 - PRESENT]

“Are you sure that’s everything? We’ve been packing for hours now and I swear the end was nowhere in sight.” Your hands, occupied with an inordinate amount of boxes, shifted – you were normally fine, but you’d been working for so long your hands were practically shaking. Fuck, you really needed to sit down.

“That’s it, I think. If I missed anything the landlord’ll give me a call. She’s good like that. I feel bad that I’m moving out on such short notice, but the rent across down is so much cheaper. Thank fuck I scored a place. Don’t worry about the couch though,” the man across from you nodded his head toward the leather sofa that lay covered in the middle of his living room, “My friend’s stopping by in a few to load it on. You’ve been working too hard.” Jungkook had grown since that night. Not just in terms of height, his face too – he looked older; youthful, but mature. Itwas hard to believe that the awkwardly lanky boy you had met the absolutely worst fucking night of your entire life and become such an important staple in your life – but there he stood, in all his glory, a final set of boxes in his hands – a shining grin plastered against his face.

Who knew you’d end up together, either? You assumed it to be fate. He’d helped mend you; the part you swore had been ripped out rather unpleasantly after Jimin had left so unceremoniously. He was exactly what you needed. You owed him more than he could ever know. And yet, despite the swelling feelings rising against the beat of your heart, you felt guilty. You’d never told him what had gone down that night. Why you’d been crying, who you’d been crying about – absolutely nothing. He never asked either. Some part of you had been thankful for that, for the courtesy he had extended as you attempted to put yourself back together.

“Talking about me, are you?” You knew that voice. Shit.

“Jimin?”

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends.

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well.

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling.

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in.

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either.

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

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bellesowl · 4 years ago

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oikawa tooru is in love. he knows it, iwaizumi knows it, hell, his whole volleyball team knows it. the one person who doesn’t know it seems to the person he’s in love with- you.

it’s not like he hasn’t tried to be obvious. he’s given you flowers, chocolates, he’s even skipped a practice or two for you! but god, are you oblivious.

“it’s because you do the same thing to everyone” iwaizumi sighs, tired of his complaining

“but iwa-chan! i never skip practice! shouldn’t they know that” oikawa whines

mattsun and hanamaki share a look before the latter speaks up, “maybe they don’t like you as much as you think, kawa.”

the three burst out laughing at oikawa’s pout but quiet as you walk up to them.

“hey guys!” you greet, smiling brightly

oikawa suddenly perks up and smiles back, “hi y/n-chan!

the three shake their heads, both at oikawa’s lack of subtlety and at your obliviousness before excusing themselves.

you both quickly follow, not wanting to be late for practice.

“so,” oikawa starts, winking at you, “did you just miss me or was there an actual reason you were coming over to the gym?”

you laugh to cover up your blush and hope he doesn’t realize just how flustered you are

“oh shut up, ‘ru” you say, shoving him lightly, “if you must know” you start, stopping in front of the gym to pull something out of your bag. his eyes widen with recognition at said object.

“i have your knee brace! you left it when we hung out after that practice game and i didn’t want you to play without it.” you give him a hard look, continuing, “so you better play with it , you hear me?”

he nods and pulls you into a hug

“thank you so much y/n! you really are the best, huh?”

you roll your eyes, “it was nothing, especially not for the person i like.”

your eyes widen as a smug look appears on his face

“um, anyways, i have to go! have fun at practice tooru!” you stutter out before leaving as quick as you can.

huh, he thinks, maybe he does have a shot with you after all.

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ginnyweasely · 4 years ago

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SHE [draco malfoy x reader]

pairings: draco malfoy x reader

warnings: just a lil swearing that’s all, lots of fluff?

summary: based on “she” by harry styles, reader appears in draco’s dreams and draco wants those dreams to become reality.

word count: 2.8k+

songs to listen to: she by harry styles also the slowed version

A/N: bold italics are the lyrics, and normal italics are just memories<3 hope y’all enjoy this quick scrap that I had in mind when listening to she!! my requests are open, send requests HERE and FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOMED!

Nine in the morning

The man drops his kids off at school

And he's thinking of you

Like all of us do

It was 9 AM, Draco awoke in a groan, he did not wanna be up, he wanted to sleep and live in that dream world again.. He got up quick, so quickly that it made him feel a little dizzy in the head or maybe just maybe it was that Draco’s mind was still fumbled about the dream he had..

The dream that had him wanting to never wake up.. He wished he could see that dream every night, the one where he had you. You were finally his, he didn’t wanna be possessive but he couldn’t help it, even in his dreams and in his fantasies, you were his, his boyfriend, his lover, not for anyone else.

This time it wasn’t a nightmare, his dream. It was a vision where all his fantasies were fulfilled. He dreamt of you in a way that fulfilled his desires. Your head at his lap just laying there softly, as he smiled at the view in front of him, gently taking his hands softly to your Y/HC, stroking it as softly as he could, fearing his hand would stroke too hardly and end up hurting you.

Draco noticed you basically purring under his touch, closing your eyes as he was was stroking your hair softly, making you sleepy. Draco noticed your bright but not too bright pinkish cheeks, he smiled at the thought of you blushing under his touch, he wanted his hands to stroke against his cheek but didn’t wanna ruin this position he was in, so he just kept stroking your hair, and stared at you lovingly, your eyes fluttered a little to look at the boy, he smiled at you in which you returned the smile, as the two lovers gazed into each other for a long time. He noticed the dimple on your face once again, that little dimple that always appeared when you were smiling, even if it was a little smile.

He loved it, he loved your entire face, he loved your silky shiny hair, he loved the sound of your laugh filling his ears, it gave him joy. He loved meeting you in his dreams like this. He wished that they were real, he wished that when he woke up from those dreams, you would be right there with him on the bed, your arms on his neck, snoring lightly as you were cuddled on to his side. He smiled at the thought, but he knew it was too good to be true.

This brief dream was one that Draco could not shake out of his mind. He sat there on his bed for a while. Trying to think of ways to get you out of his mind.

Sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon.

Around 1:32. Like he knows what to do.

She (she).

She lives in daydreams with me (she)

It was around 1 PM now, Draco wanted nothing more than for this day to be over, he was exhausted from the classes, and he couldn’t even get to see you today, as the class was over Draco got his books and walked down the corridors, happy that he was done for the day, but not as happy because he couldn’t see you.

He thought he could shake his mind off of you by going to the common room of his house, Slytherin and hanging around with his friends, he hoped, he hoped it would get his mind off of you.

Draco walked sluggishly to the common room basically throwing himself on the couch as his housemates laughed at the boy, “You seem tired, Dray.” Pansy said in a low voice and in a flirty way, Draco didn’t have any energy nor any mind to deal with Pansy as he just simply murmured a single “Yes.” Pansy brushed off the boy’s behavior as the group started chatting, Draco first tried to join in, but then after a while his mind started drifting, drifting towards one thing it shouldn’t have drifted to.

Y/N. He remembered the first time he saw her.

She's the first one that I see

And I don't know why

I don't know who she is (she, she)

It wasn’t actually the first time, but he didn’t know who she was after a while of noticing her out on the hallways, he first noticed her in the potions class. When the two were paired.

Draco didn’t know who she was and did not bothered to ask, but he was surprised at the girl’s kind gestures while he was being an arse, she didn’t care about his behavior, she was kind to him because she treated everyone like she wanted to be treated, and that right there shocked him to his core, she was the opposite of him, and it boggled his mind, she also was terrific at potions, and he could tell that she cared about her studies, and looked so focused on everything she did, she had this focused face with his mouth almost open and her tongue was sticking out to the side, it made Draco chuckle.

He was fascinated by the soft eyed girl. She smelled amazing, unfortunately they were only paired up 3 or 4 times.

That wasn’t enough for Draco, he wanted to hear her sweet laugh everyday, hell he wanted to make her laugh everyday, he liked her too much to be away from her, the girl seemed to like the boy, it was obvious, they had great chemistry and great chat at the lessons, but Draco always wondered if she liked her the same way he did. But because of his stupid pride he never tried out his chances.

Draco’s mind was back to reality as he heard that sweet laugh, his head immediately popping up as he saw the girl in his common room.. he was confused as to why she was there..

But he didn’t wanna ruin the sweet moment of his day, the moment where he saw Y/N, you were looking as beautiful as ever as you were surrounded by your friends, you were chatting with them as Draco watched you and tried his best to also avoid eye contact, he couldn’t handle the humiliation if you ever caught him staring, you brushed your hair out of your face tucking it behind your ear as you laughed at your friends and started talking about... something.

Draco couldn’t remember what it was because his knees grew weak at the girl.

He then turned his gaze away from you, as he realized he was staring much longer than he intended to. He sighed as his mind was scrambled up with you. He was frustrated at himself for always having you in his mind, in fact he remembered about that one thing that he still was kind of embarrassed about, he blushed at the memory and mentally cursed himself for remembering embarrassing things out of nowhere.

It was the game of a quidditch match, Slytherin were up against Ravenclaw, Draco was Slytherin’s seeker and it seemed that he was doing quite well.

Everyone was counting on him, girls were throwing themselves at him, boys were praising him, these incidents made Draco cocky, let’s be honest he was already a bit egoistical, and these compliments adding up made him too cocky, he knew he could win this, he kept thinking that as he was sure of himself.

They entered the Quidditch arena, and the match started Draco was focusing on the Golden Snitch, but much to his luck, he spotted you out of the corner of his eye, and because of his stupid stupid obsession and him being absolutely head over heels for you, made him turn his face to you, entirely forgetting about his mission.

You were surprised as the boy was smiling and waving at you, a bright color of red rised to your cheeks as you smiled and waved at the boy back, but it kept him too distracted as few of his team mates and the opposed team were flying right by him in a full speed that caused the boy to lose his balance, almost falling, the entire crowd laughing at the boy.

He embarrassedly gained his balance and still, for some reason his eyes searched for you, his eyes found you, staring into them in a soft way, she returned the gaze with a smile and thumbs up showing her full support, he smiled lovingly at the girl. He caught the golden snitch at that game, but he would still blush about that one embarrassing moment.

He decided he couldn’t take this anymore so he slowly got up from his seat, excusing himself from his friends, he was trying to avoid being seen by Y/N so he could walk to his dorm and drown in his thoughts, but it was too late. “Oh, Draco hey!” Y/N said in a giggly soft tone as Draco turned around to face her, not being able to stop smiling at her he greeted her politely.

“Soo, what are you up to?” Her voice was full of energy, which was surprising and new to Draco, that’s why he loved hearing her voice, it made him feel more lively. “Uhh nothing just- um was gonna go back to my dorm.”

Draco tried his best not to stammer but it was obvious he kinda failed, Y/N didn’t mind and smiled once again kindly to the boy, “I best not bother you then!” Her voice sounded chippy, and Draco knew she could never bother her, he wanted to be with her every minute, scratch that every fucking second.

But he shook of his thoughts as he could only say “Oh no worries, uhm I’ll just- I’ll go then.” the words didn’t come out of his mouth so confidently so his attitude was confusing to him. But she smiled at the boy as he excused himself.

He takes a boat out

Imagines just sailing away (away, away)

And not telling his mates (not telling his mates)

He wouldn't know what to say (wouldn't know what to say, to say)

Draco went to his dorm feeling more stupid than ever, he wished he didn’t have his stupid pride so he could ask you out.

He wished he could be with you. Sometimes he wondered what would happen if out of nowhere he asked you to run away with him, get out of everything.

So you both could be together, with no worries in your mind, nothing but just each other, he wanted you all to himself, not tell anyone anything and just disappear, with you, with his “girlfriend”. He had that thought too many times.

But as usual he knew that was a thought that was never gonna happen, for fuck’s sake the boy couldn’t even talk to you properly, he was stammering his words, which Draco almost never did that, not with anyone.

He always had crushes then and there but it was never as strong as this one. You were on his mind all the time, and he hated that. He wanted to hate you so he could keep you off his mind. But you were nearly impossible to hate.

She (she)

She lives in daydreams with me (she)

She's the first one that I see

And I don't know why

I don't know who she is (she)

She (she)

She's the first one that I see (she)

She lives in daydreams with me

And I don't know why

I don't know where she is (she, she)

Draco wanted to take a nap, with the hopes of seeing you in his dreams, with the hopes of you being his, his girlfriend in his dreams. He wanted to hold you, even if it could only happen in his dreams, he wanted to kiss your little nose and bop it as you giggled at his child likeness.

He wanted to hold you in his arms, not too tightly but soft enough to make him feel comfortable and safe, he wanted to smell your beautiful hair and stroke his hands through it, feeling as if he had found peace, as if he was in heaven.

He wanted to walk with you hand in hand in school corridors, imagining how every guy would be jealous of him, how everyone could see that you were his girlfriend, he wanted to show you off to everyone, he wanted you to be his.

He wanted nothing more than to spend every waking minute with you, hanging out in the common room with you, spending time alone in his dorm with you, cuddled up to each other as he watched you take a nap in his arms, smiling at the gorgeous girl in front of him.

Hell he even wanted to read some of your stupid books or even better read it out to you so he could do the things you loved. He wanted so much with you. But he just couldn’t bring himself to it, so he just did what he could do best.

Meet with you in his dreams.

Lives for the memory

A woman who's just in his head (Just in his head)

And she sleeps in his bed (His bed)

While he plays pretend (Pretend)

So pretend (Pretend)

This dream he had was something else. This time he couldn’t shake this dream, it was perfect, he couldn’t have had it better, it was him finally asking you out, you two going on cute dates, him doing everything he dreamed of doing with you, him holding you, comforting you, both of you being there for each other.

This dream was exactly what he has always desired, but it was just a dream, that thought infuriated him, he wanted more, he was tired of the dreams, he wanted you, in reality. He had to do something he knew that.

He got out of his bed, in an anger, angry at himself for being a huge pussy and not doing anything this whole time, he quickly checked the mirror to fix his look because a 3 hour nap can really fuck you up.

He quickly left his dorm, door shutting as he exited, he literally speed through the stairs, almost tripping because of his speed, he looked for you at the common house but of course you weren’t there, it had been 3 fucking hours, he mentally cursed himself as he wandered around the castle, his eyes searching for you hell even asking for you to people around.

He saw one of your friends as he approached your friend to ask for you, your friend was dumbfounded by the boy in front of him but pointed her finger to a Y/N sitting on the entrance of the castle with a book in your hand. Draco hurriedly went by your side.

She (She), she lives in daydreams with me (She)

She's the first one that I see, and I don't know why

I don't know who she is (She, she)

She (She), she's the first one that I see (She)

She lives in daydreams with me, and I don't know why

I don't know where she is (She, she)

“Y/N” he said as he smiled at your concentrated face, “Draco.” she smiled at the boy in front of her as she got up leaving the book on the ground, fixing herself up. Draco got closer to her just a mere inches away from her and she felt her breath hitch. “Do you n-need anything?” She said stammering as she was confused but excited by the boy’s actions.

“Just this.” Draco said as he closed the little gap in front of them by smashing his lips onto Y/N’s, Y/N was surprised at first unable to react to Malfoy, but she eventually comprehended everything and Draco could feel her lips moving against his, the feeling of her soft lips against Draco’s made his knees grew weaker, he was internally freaking out as he finally got the courage to do what he wanted, he happily kissed her, mouths intertwined with each other, Draco groaned a little when Y/N pulled away, having some questions for the boy.

But the boy, gave her no time for anything as he was on a confident roll, and did not want that to go away “Do you wanna go out with me? Like maybe tomorrow at Hogsmeade’s?” He said wanting to sound confident but the words coming out of his mouth were very quick, causing Y/N to comprehend what just happened.

Y/N looked at the boy confused at first, but then a smile formed onto her lips, showing off the dimples Draco would die for, “I would pretty much love that, Malfoy.” The girl said as she pulled Draco for another kiss.

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years ago

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Medieval Au

Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.

A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'

Bold italics are flashbacks.

Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only

Part warnings: talk of arranged marriage,

<Part 8<

"What's the matter, Princess?" Lady Natasha asked.

The two of you were taking a stroll through the castle gardens before you had to begin getting ready for the ball. You had thought the time leading up to the ball would drag, giving you time to prepare yourself, but it seemed a month was no time at all to prepare yourself for meeting your possible future husband.

"Oh, nothing really, Natasha," You let out a heavy sigh as you came to a stop beside the rose bushes. You pinched one between your thumb and fingers, breaking the stem and lifted it to your nose, breathing in its floral scent. "Just dreading this evening, I think."

"But you have nothing to dread. It's just a ball, Your Highness." Natasha smiled at you.

You nodded, "I know but," You let out a soft sigh and looked at her. "I don't think King Steven will be attending." You frowned.

"There's still no word from him?" Natasha frowned.

You shook your head, "I don't think he's never attended a ball we've thrown, other than when he was at war." Your frown deepened at the thought of him fighting in battle. "It's not just Steven, I'll miss if he doesn't attend. There's James, and Samuel... anyone who comes with him, really." You chuckled to yourself, "They are far more interesting than anyone from here."

Natasha giggled, "I know what you mean, Princess."

You grinned at her. "I bet you do. How many times did you disappear with Sir James whilst we were in Brook?" You teased.

She began blushing and looked away. "You mean how many times did Lady Wanda disappear with Sir Samuel?"

Your eyes widened with a gasp. You reached out and took hold of her hand. "I thought it was just a crush?"

Natasha shook her head grinning. "Not anymore. Sir Samuel asked her to accompany him on a walk of the gardens multiple times whilst we were there, and they shared a kiss on the last night we spent there."

"Oh, wonderful." You sighed happily, "She deserves a little happiness. I'm glad she got to see her brother whilst we were there as well."

Lady Wanda's brother, Sir Pietro, was one of King Steven's knights. As a mark of respect for Anthony and the kingdom of York New, King Steven moved Lady Wanda to your court so she could be one of your ladies-in-waiting. It was two birds with one stone, he had no need of a lady-in-waiting in his castle due to the lack of female presence, and he knew she would be welcomed with open arms. He knew you would become one of her close friends in no time because you were such a caring and loving person.

"I hope you got to visit Sir Clint and his family whilst we were there?" You asked hopeful that your friend got to see the small family that she was so close to.

She nodded with the biggest grin on her face. "I did, Princess. Baby Nathanael is going to be strong like his father."

"I'm glad to hear. I must try to visit the next time I visit, Brook." You reminded yourself.

"Your Highness," Peter called out as he ran down the stairs and up to you and Natasha. You gave him a smile as you turned around to face him. "King Anthony wanted me to let you know that the Kings are about to arrive."

"Oh," Your voice was barely above a whisper. "I best, greet them then, hadn't I." You gulped, giving Peter a panicked look.

Peter stepped closer to you and gave you an encouraging smile, "There's nothing to fear, Princess. I'll be there to protect you. And Lady Natasha and Lady Wanda will also be close by. I'm sure the two of them can scare any unwanted attention off if you wish them to." He sent you a wink along with a cheeky smirk, putting a genuine smile on your face.

"Oy," Lady Natasha smacked the back of her hand against Peter's shoulder playfully. You let out a giggle as you looped your arm with Natasha's. "He's not wrong though, Princess. We'd gladly beat anyone you asked us to." She giggled making you laugh even more.

You nodded, "Yes, I do believe you would." You smiled at her. "But for now, we need to greet our guests or we shall all be in trouble." You smiled at Natasha and Peter. "Shall we,"

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"It's a pleasure to see you again, King Thor," You greeted the King of Asgard with a small smile. You began blushing as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles.

"The pleasure is all mine, Princess Y/N. You are more beautiful than your portrait does you justice." The King of Asgard gave you a flirtatious smile.

Your eyes widened a little, "So, you thought I wasn't beautiful when you saw my portrait?" You asked playfully, not being able to help yourself.

King Thor's mouth opened and closed before he looked away from you and up to your brother who began laughing. "I-"

"You are a fool, dear brother," Prince Loki snickered as he stepped from King Thor's side and took your hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you again, Princess Y/N. You've most certainly grown into an even more beautiful woman than the last time we met." He bowed to you.

"Thank you, Prince Loki." You quickly withdrew your hand and stepped closer to your brother.

"Gentlemen, if you'd like to follow Sir Hank he will escort you inside." Tony smiled warmly at his friend and his brother. He turned to face you with nce the pair of you were left alone. "Not so bad, is it?" He asked with a pleased smile.

You hummed. "We've only exchanged greetings, Anthony." You sighed, looking over towards the gate with a hopeful look in your eyes.

King T'Challa, the King of Wakanda had already arrived and just like last time you met him, he was a kind man and didn't make you feel uncomfortable like King Thor had. The Asgardian king was also harmless, just a bit openly obvious of his... kingly duties towards women. Prince Loki however, you weren't so sure about him, he gave off unsettling vibes but you knew for sure he was not going to be your future husband. The deep scowl your brother wore made that obvious.

"Are we expecting anymore guests?" You looked away from the gates to your brother.

Anthony nodded, "One or two other kings whom you've never had the pleasure of meeting before." He smiled softly at you. "Why?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as you let out a disappointed sigh.

You shook your head, "No... reason... may I be, excused from meeting the other kings at this moment in time? I don't feel, all that up to it, and I much rather rest and be... fighting fit for this evening. I'll make sure to spend extra time with them." You gave your brother a tight lipped smile.

Anthony nodded, "Of course, Y/N. I'll have lunch sent up to you, for you and your ladies."

"Thank you, Tony," You leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to your brother's cheek. "Until this evening then, brother." You bowed to him before turning and leaving your brother's side.

It took everything in you not to show your disappointment or to let the tears that were threatening to fall to run down your cheeks.

"Come, Lady Natasha," You smiled at her as you once again slipped your arm through hers, "I'm to rest for the rest of the day until this evening." You smiled at her, "I'm going to need it if I'm to keep a fake smile on my face all evening."

Natasha nodded, "Oh, don't think it will be fake all evening, Your Highness. You seemed to genuinely smile when speaking to King T'Challa." She grinned at you.

You hummed with a nod, "I do quite like the King of Wakanda," You smiled with a slight blush. "He is a kind man, James said so himself," You wiggled your eyebrows at her making her giggle.

"And the King of Asgard? Is he a kind man?" She smirked at you knowingly.

You let out a soft sigh and leaned close so only she may hear your next words, "I believe his brains are in his breeches." You giggled along with her.

"I've heard he's a mighty lover, almost as if he was a God." Natasha whispered, "At least if you were to become his Queen that would be a positive. Most men are selfish lovers..." She sighed softly.

"Is Sir James?" You teased, letting out a playful giggle as Natasha let out a startled gasp.

"Princess, how dare you ask such a question?" She burst out laughing along with you. "I am in no position answer."

"You're not denying it either." You snickered.

As you came to your chambers the two of you stopped your giggling, bowing to the knights that were standing guard before heading inside. The door had barely been shut a minute before it was flung open and Lady Wanda skipped in extremely excited.

"Ah, Princess, there you are," She grinned at you. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"You have?" You asked, sitting in the armchair that was by the fire. "And why would that be, Lady Wanda?"

"I've been making sure everything you require for the ball is prepared for you." She answered with a grin, "And your gown is just beautiful," She swooned.

"You really think so?" You asked. You chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously. You weren't sure if you had made a wise decision with your gown. It was most certainly different from the appropriate attire that a proper princess should wear. "I was a little worried it may perceive me as... a whore, or unladylike."

Both of your ladies-in-waiting let out a shocked gasp, "Princess, you can't think things like that."

"Lady Natasha is right, Princess. You will look breathtaking in your gown, I swear on the Kings life." She admitted.

You blushed at her words and gave her a thankful smile. "Be careful no one hears you say that, Lady Wanda." You smiled at her. "But thank you," You stood up from your chair walked towards her and Lady Natasha. "And I am sure the two of you will look equally as beautiful."

"Thank you, Princess," Both your ladies-in-waiting smiled at you.

"Now, there should be lunch on the way up, and I would like for the two of you to join me." You smiled at them, taking a hold of their hands. "Then I think, since the three of us have nothing to do for a while, we should take a nap." You grinned.

"Agreed!" The three of you began laughing.

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therottingwriter · 4 months ago

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Back on my bullshit

MHA x ATLA

Waterbenders

"Water is the element of change"

Toga is definitely a waterbender, she changes shape/adapts like water, and she'd be a blood bender(obviously)

Nieto Monoma is such a waterbender, his quirk requires him to be able to adapt easily which is one of the most important things about being a waterbender.

Fuyumi and Natsuo are waterbenders, they both have an ice quirk and obviously had to be pretty good at adapting to things given their childhood.

I think Mirio would be a waterbender, he had to learn how to live completely differently when he lost his quirk. He's very capable of adapting to things and that makes for a great waterbender.

Earth benders

"Earth is the element of substance"

Kirishima and Shigaraki are pretty obviously Earth benders. Kirishima can harden his skin like a rock and shigaraki manipulates the earth with his quirk.

With Mina I could really see her as a waterbender or an earthbender but I think I'm gonna go with making her an earthbender also she would 100% be a lavabender

Firebenders

"Fire is the element of power"

Shoto and Touya two are obviously just firebenders that escaped the ATLA universe and fled to MHA

Katsuki Bakugo would totally be a firebender, he's definitely got the power, desire and will of a firebender + explosion quirk, that is a firebender. Also hear me out: combustion bending

Airbenders

"Air is the element of freedom"

NonBenders:

Shinso - Chi blocker(taught by Aizawa)

Aizawa - Chi blocker

Midoriya - Chi blocker (also he'd definitely be from the fire nation)

Ojiro - Chi blocker

Rody

Hagakure

Ayoyama

Hatsume - She'd be like Sokka with all of her inventions

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amberjazmyn · 8 months ago

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always with me

𝓲𝓶𝓪��𝓲𝓷𝓮 - always with me

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - tears, death, mentions of terminal illness

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - with the lyrics of westlife's song "always with me" we will see the four main actors of supernatural or their partner deal with someone they love pass away, a verse or line or two of the song describing it

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - this is going to be written in the same format as the last one-shot since i loved that so much. the lyrics in bold italics and everything else will be in normal font and lowercase. and as a disclaimer, none of j2m and alex's parents are dead, they are very much alive, this is a work of fiction! do not take this as real life!

masterlist listen to "always with me" here!

- - -

jensen ackles:

we share our life together, built our dreams forever, this much i know that is true. but i'd give anything to see your smile again and have just one more dance with you

you and jensen had shared everything together, from sharing the same dreams to just sharing the simple things of life with one another. however, that was no longer going to happen. a couple of months ago, just short of your three-month wedding anniversary, you passed away from a terminal illness and it completely blindsided both you and your new husband, jensen. of course it did, no one had expected you to become so ill but, you did and there was nothing that could have stopped it nor could have possibly prevented it from killing you. because it had been detected so late, it was already at the stage of being completely incurable, and not even chemotherapy or any other kind of therapy was able to help prevent it.

tears streamed down jensen's face as he sat himself down at the new gravestone that had just been put up for you. placing the bouquet of flowers on your headstone, jensen leaned back, sitting back down, grateful that the grass wasn't wet from any rain that was supposedly meant to come through the day before. this was a regular thing for jensen to do, come down to the cemetery and visit your gravestone. sometimes he'd stay for as short as five minutes to as long as one time he didn't leave the cemetery until it was two minutes from the gate's closing time. but, today, it was obvious for jensen that today wasn't going to be a day he'd want to stay too long. it was too painful for him to stay any longer than an hour because, for some reason, today was not the best day for him and he just couldn't fathom why.

jensen sighed, wiping his tears away as he immediately thought up his favourite things about you. the thing he loved the most about you was your smile. your smile was his favourite thing about you. he was envious of how bright and happy it always was. he then suddenly snickered softly after a memory passed through his mind. the memory wasn't anything too big or dramatic but, it was just a small memory that he wishes he could have held onto forever. it was at your wedding night a couple of months ago just before you guys were set to do your first dance. oh... that was another thing, how he wished he could just have one last dance with you. you were such an amazing dancer that it made up for jense's not-so-coordinated, bow-legged dancing. not that jensen was an awful dancer, i mean, he would sometimes do really well when he was messing around or playing just dance on the wii but, he was the worst when it came to freestyle dancing. whereas you were the royal highness of freestyle dancing but most especially contemporary since that was the dancing you were taught the most as a child.

you giggled as you noticed your now-husband, jensen staring at you as you smiled, "what are you staring at?" you giggled as jensen giggled too as he held you closer, just as you were about to go to the dance floor for you and your husband's first dance as mr and mrs ackles

"your smile. it's not changed once this whole day. and, also, i just wanted to stare at my wife, is that now illegal, mrs ackles?" jensen teased as you giggled again, your smile staying plastered on your face like it had been the whole day

"yeah, because i'm happy, mr ackles. and, of course, it's okay for you to stare at me, and it's not illegal, i was just confused. besides, we have our first dance and i don't want people waiting for us," you whispered back as jensen rolled his eyes as he reluctantly walked out to the dance floor with you

you and jensen then danced your first dance as the ackles' and, you couldn't help the smile that stayed on your face. you were so proud of jensen because he had finally gotten the steps of the first dance correctly. and, like you always told him, he was a good dancer, he just had to focus on the steps but to not forget to also not to overthink it too much, because that's why he'd often mess up during rehearsals. because he'd be overthinking the moves too much as well as worrying about his bow legs and it would confuse him and that would be the reason why he'd just suddenly stop halfway through their dance rehearsals for their wedding whilst you would just continue.

the guests continued to cheer as you and jensen ran off the dance floor as everyone else ran onto it so they could continue the party as the slow song that was playing for the first dance was all of a sudden changed to an upbeat track. then, you just kissed jensen because of how proud you were of him for not overthinking the steps and being so seamless in his dancing.

"...see, i told you jay! you can dance! you just did it then and you didn't mess up once, you were perfect!" you bursted out in pride as jensen smiled, his cheeks going pink

"yeah, because you were with me and you're like, the royal highness of dancing, babe. that's the only reason, if i had to do that entire thing on my own, i'd be falling over and dancing with two left feet and bow legs!" jensen rolled his eyes dramatically which made you roll your eyes as well

"oh yeah, that's a lie babe! you weren't overthinking and you weren't trying to do too many things at once, that's why. and besides, you can dance, and you can dance more amazingly then you actually give yourself credit for..." your voice was fading as jensen was leaving the memory and back to real life when he heard the voice of a slightly younger woman who was sitting down at a gravestone next to him

"...are you okay, darling?" the girl asked, noticing that jensen was now sobbing silently, slightly frightened by the new voice but nodded his head as he smiled at the girl - she couldn't have been any older than twenty

he then noticed the gravestone that she was kneeling in front of and his heart almost broke. it seemed like she was visiting the grave of her spouse, just like he was.

"yeah, sorry. i'm fine," jensen giggled uncomfortably as the girl offered jensen a tissue, which he gladly accepted as she then moved closer and started asking questions about who's gravestone it was that jensen was sitting in front of

"if i may ask, who is it that your seeing?" the girl questioned as he smiled, wiping his tears away and sniffled

"my wife... we had just got married a couple of months ago but, sadly, she unfortunately, got terminally ill within a couple of weeks after our wedding and then passed away not long after that..." jensen trailed off as the girl sighed in empathy as she nodded her head

"...what about you? whose grave is that?" he then asked softly as the girl smiled in the same way that mark had

"my husband...he passed away two-years-ago, we were high school sweethearts and then he developed cancer not long after we got married too, just like your wife did. i don't know how but, we got through it and then, he died in my arms one night..." the girl trailed off, however there were no tears as she explained it and it kind of gave jensen some hope that he'll eventually stop crying when explaining what happened to his own wife

"...oh, i'm so sorry to hear that. also, if you don't mind me asking, how long did it take for you to stop crying when people asked you about him?" jensen questioned with a small sniffle, his tears starting to subside as the girl smiled

"personally, for me, it took around until a couple of weeks ago but, that doesn't mean that it'll take that long for you. maybe, it'll take a year or maybe even a couple of months. there's no wrong or right. if you stop crying over it tomorrow, that's okay as well. also, what memory were you in when i noticed you were crying if you don't mind me asking, because i have the same memory every time i come here to visit my husband," jensen smiled as the girl asked him that

"our first dance at our wedding. i'm not the best of dancers but, my wife, she...she was the best dancer ever. in fairness though, she was a trained contemporary dancer so, it makes sense that she's a better dance than me but, yeah. i just give anything to see her smile and have one more dance with her..." jensen trailed off as the girl nodded her head and stood up and walked away

but, before she did walk away, she told jensen what memory she has about her husband, "...that's lovely because, i have the same exact memory of my husband and i at our wedding during our first dance. my husband was also a trained contemporary dancer and was a way better dancer than i was..."

jared padalecki:

now i'm half the man without you, and it's getting harder every day

jared couldn't breathe. well, he could but barely. it had barely been a couple of days after his best friend had dropped dead from what was a suspected suicide attempt and already, jared felt as though he was half the man without his best friend. it felt as though he would never be able to stop crying because it was all he found himself able to do. he was thankful to have you, his wife, his little boy thomas, the rest of his family and his supernatural castmates by his side but, it still didn't feel whole like it would have if his best friend was alive. you could tell that this whole situation of his best friend killing hismelf and then having to rush home from the airport since supernatural was supposed to return after a hiatus to then rush to the hospital to be told his friend had died. and then, on top of that, because jared was the closest person to his best friend by way of family, jared had to help in the planning of the funeral for his best friend and it was obvious how stressful this was for your grieving husband. the worst part of all was the fact it was being publicised everywhere because of jared's acting fame. sure, the moment you become famous, basically everything about you becomes public knowledge but, this, this you thought was a little bit too far. who on this earth wants to read a news article about your husband's best friend dying of suicide? well, clearly the oddballs because your eyes widened at how many clicks this certain article that you had accidentally stumbled upon was receiving daily. your heart sank as you then lifted your head up from the image that had been photographed of your husband with the mother of the deceased best friend from a day or two ago to look at your husband, jared, who seemed to have the same sunken, grieving look on his face that he had in the photo.

you threw the tablet down to the bed and extended your hand out to jared who immediately grabbed it, "...what's going on in that head of yours, babe?" you questioned as jared huffed shakily as he shrugged his shoulders

"i...i have no idea, y.n. i'm just so stressed, i..." jared couldn't even finish his sentence because he just started to cry out of the blue - grateful that yours and his son thomas were been giving attention by your sister-in-law and jared's sister, megan

"...oh, honey. i know, it's not easy my love but you are doing so well!" you whispered as you tightly embraced jared as he continued to cry into your shoulder, his body sagged from exhaustion

"is this ever going to get easier?" jared whimpered as he closed his eyes and let the river of tears that welled in his eyes pour down his cheeks as you sighed, hugging your grief-stricken husband tighter

"i think so, j. not right now because everything's happening so quickly with the planning of the funeral and all the phone calls you and [best friend's mom] have had to make but, i do believe it'll get easier. the hurt you feel currently will start to fade and it won't hurt as much as it does right now. but, how long it'll take, i have no idea," you sighed softly as jared limply nodded his head

you could tell he was so exhausted but, it was the exhaustion that couldn't be fixed with sleep. however, you could tell that he was also tired, one that could be fixed with sleep. so, your heart broke in the knowledge that you didn't know what to do to help your husband. you didn't want to send him upstairs to your guys' room but you knew that the phone calls he and his best friend's mom were doing was causing him so much duress and you just wished you could take his pain away. so, you decided the best thing was for you to send jared up to your guys' bedroom to have a quick sleep while you and his best friend's mom continued the phone calls to the extended family and the rest of the planning that jared was tasked to do alongside his best friend's mom.

"j, babe, i don't think you're in the right headspace to continue with the phone calls and funeral planning so, go upstairs and have a sleep for about an hour or two and i'll continue the phone calls and help [best friend's mom] with the funeral planning until you wake up again, okay? is that okay with you?" you proposed as you could tell your proposal to help almost made jared cry all over again

"no, y.n, babe, it's fine, i can do it! i just needed to take a breather, i'm fine, i need to do it. [best friend's mom] can't do it on her own, she needs me to help her..."

"...and i understand you want to help your friend's mom, i get it, sweetheart. but, babe, look at the state of you, you are not in the right state of mind to be on the phone with his family and the funeral directors. there's a reason why his mom has been attempting to be this strong and it's because she has to. so, i'll ask you again, go upstairs to our room and i'll take care of this. what you need is sleep. you are wrecked and the only way you'll be able to continue is if you rest and take care of yourself. you are not okay, jared, you just lost your best friend..." you trailed off as jared's eyes closed and he covered his face with his hands

you felt awful for making your husband cry again but, it seemed as though jared was still in a battle of the denial and depression stages of grief and it had only been about, two or three days since his best friend passed away.

"...you need to take care of yourself babe, i'm sorry for making you cry again but, you cannot keep overwhelming yourself with these phone calls and everything else of the sort. remember, whilst thomas is young, he does have some knowledge that something is going on and that it's not a good thing. so, maybe it'll be a good thing if you bring him up with you so the two of you can nap together and, once i've finished a couple of phone calls myself, i'll come upstairs to join you two, deal?" you tried to convince jared but, it seemed like you didn't even need to try since jared just weakly nodded his head in agreement as you smiled softly with a head nod

"okay, i'll grab thomas and have a sleep. thank you, babe, i love you so much," jared whispered as he sauntered over to you and gave you a hug and the sweetest kiss as you smiled and nodded your head

but, it wasn't until you watched him grab your shared son, thomas, from the arms of his mother sharon, that you truly realised how hard jared had taken the death of his best friend. especially now that he was also a dad to the beautiful little boy you had birthed. whilst it brought tears to your own eyes, watching your husband be so grief-stricken and almost lifeless with thomas broke your heart, you knew it was still something that brought that little bit of joy when he got to see the smiles and hear the little gurgles of baby babble from thomas that made this loss that little bit easier to deal with.

sure, right now, a couple of days after the death of jared's best friend was going to be hard and painful but, it wasn't going to stay this painful forever and soon, jared would be able to find it easier to breathe and easier to be without his best friend.

misha collins:

i'll never let go, you're the one that keeps me breathing. time slows even though the world keeps spinning

it hadn't even been that long since you and misha had gotten married in barbados when the heartbreaking news of richard krushnic, misha's father's, death had been confirmed. you hadn't been at the hospital in boston that day since you were running some errands but you knew that misha was and that, he'd need you the moment he gave you that specific code word to let you know that richard had passed away. so, when you received that code word from your husband, you dropped everything you were doing (literally) and you rushed to the car.

you knew that misha's heart was shattered and that he was barely breathing. even for you, your world was slowing down but you could not imagine how slow misha's was whilst the world around him kept spinning. so you knew you needed to hurry up because there was only so long misha could keep his tears to himself before he'd just drop to the floor and cry.

thankfully, you weren't that far away and you had arrived in a whopping five minutes that would normally have been fifteen minutes from where you were to the hospital that richard had been in. and, almost immediately, you could tell by the distraught look on misha's face that he was seconds from breaking down into tears. so, very quickly, as your world started to speed up to normal speed again and misha's stayed at slow, you managed to whisk misha out of the hospital room and into the privacy of the hospital's waiting room hallway as you held your husband ever so tightly as he just cried and cried and cried.

you couldn't help the tears that streamed down your own cheeks as misha sobbed hysterically into your shoulders. it seemed like his tears weren't ever going to stop as you rubbed your hand up and down misha's back in a very futile effort to console him but, it was as though he was inconsolable and you couldn't blame him. you knew exactly what the loss of a parent felt like, you lost your own dad when you were nineteen years old, two years after you had met misha for the first time actually and you just remembered how supportive misha and his whole family were. but, none were more supportive and helpful in your grief then richard krushnic, misha's dad, when you would sometimes be inconsolable, richard just knew the things to do and say to you that would get those tears to stop and it was only in this moment that you wished you had recorded those words on your phone so that you could play them for misha right now. because it seemed like no matter what you whispered or did, nothing could possibly help stop misha cries of pain, anguish and grief over the loss of his father.

"...i am so sorry, baby. your dad loved you so much. and you were such an amazing son to him as well, never forget that..." you trailed off, slightly disheartened that nothing you could say could console your husband but, you had to remember that this was only hours recent for misha whereas, for you, it's been up to a decade, even longer since your own dad died

so, you took a deep breath and you pulled out of the hug. which, of course broke your heart because seeing your husband cry was the worst thing in the world for you, you just coached him into taking some deep breaths. because, since he was crying so much and his breathing was uneven, he was going to start to hyperventilate which would send him into a panic attack which was not what you or misha needed. so, finally, misha got his breathing under control and his tears slowly but surely started to cease and his wails were no longer loud, the tears were silent and his breathing was slightly shaky. but, this misha, this misha was easier to comfort and talk to whereas the other misha that was sobbing and wailing was not easy to talk to since it wasn't registering in his mind that someone was talking to you, let alone his own wife.

"...misha, my love, do you feel somewhat better?" you whispered after calming down misha as he shrugged his shoulders after he had hesitated to nod his head yes

"i...i don't know...dad's gone, babe. my dad's dead..." misha trailed off as tears started to well in his eyes again as you squeezed his hand tightly, telling him that it was okay to cry absolutely but not to work himself up in the state he was before

"...i know babe. i know he's dead but, we need to calm down because we can't help if we're hysterical, alright? so, what do you need to do and what do you want to do? do you want to stay here with your family and ring the important people or do you wanna go home and i can ring everyone from home?" you gave misha options, knowing if he'd be unsure, he could pick from the options you gave him which, you could tell appreciated as he wiped his tears off his cheeks as he composed himself

"umm, can...can we go home? i can't, i can't stay here anymore..." misha sniffled as he wiped more tears from his cheeks as you nodded your head

"...of course we can babe, we don't need to say here but, it'll be helpful to tell your mom that we're leaving and if there is anyone we need to call, we can do it for them, okay?" you proposed as misha nodded his head

"thank you," he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder as you bit your lip, brushing your fingers through his messy hair

by the time you and misha had let rebecca tippins know that you guys were going home but if there was anyone they needed to call to lessen the stress on her and everyone else, they'd do it. she thanked you and misha and said there wasn't anyone in the family they needed to call. but, if you wanted to call jared, jensen and the rest of the supernatural cast and crew to let them know, that you could do that because you both knew that misha would need their help over anyone else's and, you agreed.

even though misha's world was spinning ever so slowly whilst everyone else's was spinning normally, you promised you weren't going to let his world stay spinning slowly nor would you let it spiral out of control. so, you informed his supernatural family of the news before the press could and asked if and when they could get over to boston that it would be much appreciated since she knew she couldn't console her husband on her own.

but, there was no doubt in your mind that eventually, misha's world would go back to spinning normally, just right now, it wouldn't be and that was okay. as long as it didn't stay spinning slowly forever, you were okay with that.

alexander calvert:

they say that time can heal a broken heart but i just don't know how this could be true. everyday i see a picture on my wall, my heart is broken into two.

your heart broke as you saw the melancholic look on your husband's face as he looked at the photo of his parents, charles and adelaide calvert, that was hanging up on the wall of your guys' house. you could tell his heart was breaking into two. yours was as well. adelaide had died in december of twenty-nineteen, just before the pandemic and charles had died in the last year, october of twenty-twenty whilst they were in the middle of the crazy lockdown of coronavirus. ten months, they had died within a space of ten months and it was too much for anyone to handle however, you knew you were worried especially for how alex was going to handle it. alex was the youngest of the two children that charles and adelaide shared between them and alex was the best of friends with both of his parents. so, you just knew alex's heart was breaking every single day that passed because the only things he now had left of his parents were the photos and the memories they shared together, no longer having the opportunity to create new ones with them ever again.

however, this day, you could tell that alex was thinking about something and it was eating away at him so, you asked him, "what's going on in that head of yours, alex?" you questioned softly, wrapping your arms around his waist as your head rested on his shoulder as he sniffled softly

"something that dad said not long after mom had died..." alex sniffled as your heart sank, you knew exactly what it was that alex was going to say since it was not a new thing anymore

"...yeah, what was it?" you asked even though you both knew what it was, you just knew it would be beneficial for alex to say it so, he said it

"they say that time can heal a broken heart but, i don't think that's true..." alex sobbed softly as you hugged alex tighter as you sighed

"...your dad lost the love of his life, alex, of course he's going to say that..." you trailed off, hoping it wouldn't come off as offensive to your parents-in-law as alex smiled softly

"...i know but, could it be true? can time heal a broken heart?" alex wandered, it was truthfully something he wondered the moment his grief-stricken father said those words after adelaide died

"well, personally, my mom thinks so. i mean, she remarried the man who would become my father after her first love, well, who she thought was the love of her life, died so, i suppose time can heal a broken heart..." you trailed off as alex smiled as he nodded his head

"...but, would you?" alex questioned as that stumped you, what on earth was your husband talking about now?

"would i what, babe?" you questioned with a soft giggle as alex scoffed and introduced the thing that's called context

"would you possibly remarry another man if i had died before we got married and had eleanor and sage?" alex questioned as this stumped you even more even though you couldn't deny the fact you had thought about this, especially after adelaide's passing but not so much after charles' since you had been focused on the grief of the family that you had no time to think about it after charles' death

"well, i don't know, alex. i mean, mom's first husband died because he was terminally ill and knew that he wouldn't stay alive for the two of them to get married and have the timeline that he wanted so, he allowed my mom to fall in love again so she could still have the timeline that she wanted so, that's what she did. she met my dad, fell in love, and then got married and then had her seven kids. but, if you were to die on me now with our two kids and the third on the way, who knows what i'd do because maybe i won't or maybe i will fall in love again but, because i'm not in that situation, i have no idea... what about you, would you remarry if i died?" you responded with your answer and then asked alex the same question as he sniffled, wiping away his tears

"well...yeah, i don't know. maybe if weren't already married and with our three kids, i'd consider marrying again but, because i'm with you and have our three kids, i don't think i would because you're all i want in my life...and, i think that's why dad said that..." alex trailed off as tears continued to stream down his face which you could tell was starting to slightly annoy him

"...yeah? because he knew there was no one else that he would love the same way or as greatly as he loved your mom. and it's true, some people who do become widows or widowers don't ever get married or even find another person because their person before was the only one for them and in their minds, there was no one else for them but that one person..." you trailed off as alex nodded his head, you could tell the cogs in his head were spinning so you allowed him and waited for his next thought

"...i just, i still can't believe that both mom and dad are gone, like, they're never coming back, babe..." alex's voice broke off at the end as his eyes widened once he realised what he had just said as your heart broke

"...oh, babe..." you trailed off as you turned alex around into your embrace, away from the photo on the wall and let him cry into your shoulder

you knew that alex just wished he could see his parents again instead of having to constantly look at the photos and the memories of his parents. but, you also knew that he knew that his parents were always going to be with him. you just hoped he knew that you were also going to always be with him no matter what.

- - -

ok, in fairness, the version i did before this one of westlife's song "leaving" was so much better than this one and it breaks my heart since i love the song "always with me" since i relate to it and had a specific vision for this version but, it failed and i'm sorry but i'm still going to share it because i do still like it. also, just as a disclaimer, the parents of j2m and alex are not dead, this is just pure fiction so please do not take this as the truth!

ok bye ily xx

wc; 5437

#supernatural cast #angst #always with me #sad #cancer #suicide

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calpalirwin · 3 years ago

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Summary: Sebastian doesn’t want to be another number to you, but little does he know he’s the only one.

A/N: Everyone say thank you to @jessalyn-jpeg for always being willing to cry over this man with me.

Important distinction: Italics represent his thoughts, while bold italics represent hers

Word Count: 3.2k

And away, and away we go!

The sun was high and warm, and the sounds of wood cracking against leather grew louder as Y/N walked towards the baseball fields. “Yo, Number 1, lookin’ good!” she whistled, her fingers wrapping themselves in the chain link fence surrounding the field.

There was a loud laugh from the man playing shortstop, and he turned to either flip her off or stick out his tongue, but a baseball came flying in his direction, high and powerful. But not high enough. Almost lazily, Sebastian lifted his heels off the dirt, raising his left hand in the air, the ball coming to a stop in his glove.

“Right field, get ready!” Anthony, the pitcher shouted. “Stan’s lucky charm showed up!”

“I don’t need luck, Mackie,” Sebastian taunted, pulling at the sleeves of his jersey. “I’m Number 1 for a reason. Best shortstop in the state, right here, baby!”

“Mackie! Stan!” the coach barked in warning.

“Sorry!” both men laughed. And with his brief pause, Sebastian took off his hat, waving it at Y/N in greeting as she took a seat in the stands, before putting it back over his sweaty locks of brown hair.

As the practice continued, more girls made their way out to watch the team, and Y/N couldn’t blame them. Something about a guy’s ass in baseball pants, especially when that ass belonged to Sebastian Stan. And the college baseball team didn’t have any complaints about the attention they gathered, plays becoming more dramatic than they needed to be as a chance to show off, until the coaches finally called it quits.

“So,” Anthony asked Sebastian as they headed for the dugout. “Is today the day you ask out Y/N finally? Or should I try to shoot my shot? Like what's going on here, man? Cuz whatever it is between you, it’s gone on way too long, and I only got so much patience.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure how his face could grow warmer after being in the sun practicing for two hours, but it did. “I- We’re friends, ya know? And it’s not that I don’t wanna ask her out. It’s that I don’t know how. Or how she’ll react. It’s… a whole thing, ya get me?”

“Dude…” Anthony shook his head. “I say this because I care. But if you’re gonna make a move, make it fast. No one wants to be the one to cross you when we all know you got a thing for her. But if you’re not gonna shoot your shot…”

“Thanks…” Sebastian said, not sure if he appreciated the obvious advice or not. He knew he needed to ask Y/N sooner rather than later. But the idea that his teammates were lying in wait for him to either make a move, or step aside stirred up feelings of jealousy. But the only way of making sure they didn’t date her… He slung his bag over his shoulder, before squaring them and strutting out of the dugout, headed straight for Y/N. “Now or never, Stan,” he whispered to himself.

“Seb!” a girl called out and he turned to the sound, putting a smile on his face.

“Hey.” He offered a small wave, his eyes spotting Y/N, and kept walking, but then more girls were calling his name, batting their eyelashes, and touching his arm as they asked questions, and somehow Y/N got lost in the shuffle.

Y/N watched from her spot, the smile on her face dropping as she watched Sebastian get swarmed by girls who only wanted his attention so they could later brag to their friends that they’d gotten to talk to the star of the baseball team. And Sebastian wasn’t the type to be rude, even when he should.

Sighing, she shouldered her bag, heading down the bleachers, figuring she’d she go rescue him from his oh-so terrible prison of adoring girls.

“Hey, Y/N,” a shy voice called out as her feet hit concrete.

She lifted her gaze to find one of the newer players smiling at her. “Oh, hey, Tom,” she smiled back at him. “Good practice out there.”

“Heh, thanks,” he mumbled, his cleat digging into the ground. “So… you waiting for Seb?”

“I was yeah,” she admitted, looking over at Sebastian who was still under siege. And then a swell of anger bubbled inside her. If he couldn’t be bothered to pull himself away from them for her, then she didn’t have to wait for him. “But I’ll just catch him later. So, what’s up?”

Tom blinked in surprise. “Uh… I… Not much really. Was gonna head back to my dorm. Ya know, normal stuff I guess.”

“Well c’mon, I’m headed that way myself, I’ll walk with ya.”

Tom brightened as someone whistled from behind. “Damn! Kid’s got moves!” Anthony’s voice called out loudly. He jogged a few steps to join the couple, “Yo, Y/N, what about Seb?”

Y/N looked over her shoulder at Sebastian who still wasn’t even looking her way. “What about him?”

~~~

She mumbled airplane sounds under her breath, twisting her wrist to make the paper airplane fly around, before she really sent it flying across the living room. She watched as it glided through the air before nose-diving into the carpet as the front door opened.

“Apology food?” Sebastian asked with a hopeful smile, holding up a bag of takeout as he kicked the door shut.

“And what’s the apology for?” she asked, rising to her feet and crossing her arms.

“For being a dick after practice.”

“Chinese?”

“Your favorite,” he said, handing her the bag.

“Fine. Your transgressions against the crown are forgiven. This time.”

He tilted his head back as he laughed. “Thank you, your Highness. Although a little birdie told me that you ended up alright. Holland, huh?”

“Mackie is worse than girls with gossip, I swear…” Y/N said with an eye roll. “But yeah, Holland and I talked.”

“You know he’s a freshman, right?”

“Aw, is somebody jealous?” She flashed him a sardonic smile as they both plopped down on the couch and dug into the food.

Sebastian let out a scoff. “Me? Jealous of Holland? Pfft, yeah right.” Yes, insanely jealous, actually.

“Oh, so if I said he walked me all the way to the apartment, that wouldn’t make you mad?”

“You’re not my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said around a swallow of food. Despite how much I wish you were. “If you wanna make baby Holland feel like a man for escorting you home, I really don’t give a shit. But you can do better than a freshman.” Like me.

Like you? “And you’d smell better with a shower,” was her retort as she knocked her shoulder into his.

“Mmm, you gonna join me?”

“Pfft! In your dreams, maybe.” And in mine.

Only in my dreams cuz once again, I fucked up.

~~~

Y/N figured one date would be enough to stir Sebastian into action. But one, the man had already made himself scarce by the time she left for her date. And two, the date sucked.

You’re not Sebastian was all she could think about throughout the dinner of cheesy one-liners, and bad jokes that bordered on offensive.

“So…” he asked suggestively as they walked out. “Wanna head back to my place?”

“No, I’m kinda tired,” she declined politely.

“Oh… well then I’ll call you sometime and we can do this again, maybe?”

“Yeah… no,” she said, shaking her head. “This was… nice. But no. You and I? Not gonna happen.”

“Right… I forgot you’re friends with Stan.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Oh, c’mon. Dude obviously likes you. And he’s not the one anyone wants to have on their bad side.”

“Then why did you ask me out? If all of you are so scared of Seb?”

“Cuz you’re hot, and I’m not on the baseball team,” he shrugged.

“Yeah… I’m gonna go home now. And you… ugh… yeah, no. Not gonna happen.”

~~~

Sebastian turned his head as the door opened. “Back before curfew, huh? Whatta gentleman.”

“Fuck you,” she told him with a roll of her eyes before stalking off towards her bedroom.

“Whoa, whoa, wait,” he said, bolting up off the couch. “C’mon, what happened?”

He wasn’t you. “He’s a pig. Said all the wrong things.”

“That sucks. But hey, can’t all be winners, right?”

“I guess… Although he did say one thing that was somewhat interesting.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Apparently you scare people off from asking me out.”

He snorted. “That’s fuckin’ stupid. Will I be pissed if some jackoff makes you feel like shit? Yeah, and I’ll probably say something. But shit… I’m not your boyfriend, or your dad, or some shit. Sounds like a lame cop-out because they just don’t wanna admit they’re pussies.”

And what’s your lame cop-out? “Ugh… I need a drink.”

“Grab me one, yeah?” he asked, sinking back down into the couch as she changed directions to head into the kitchen instead.

“So, how was your night?” she asked, grabbing two beers from the fridge.

“Uneventful,” he shrugged. “There was a girl I was hoping to go out with, but it didn’t work.”

“Aw damn. That sucks,” she said, as she joined him on the couch and handed him one of the beers.

“Eh, it was my fault for not asking sooner,” he shrugged again, clinking his beer against hers. “To shitty nights.”

“Here, here,” Y/N cheered half-heartedly as they both took a long drink. “Fuck it. Paper airplane contest?”

He snorted into his beer. “We’re not seven anymore.”

“Aw, afraid you’ll lose?”

He sat up straighter. “Loser buys next case of beer?”

“You better get your wallet out, now.”

~~~

Sebastian knew he should have taken his chance after that first date gone bad. And Y/N knew she should have pushed him harder in her confrontation. But for whatever reason, the friends stayed at their stubborn stalemate.

Without Sebastian willing to make a move, Y/N began to wonder if maybe everyone had it all wrong. Maybe Sebastian was simply protective of her without having an ulterior motive behind it. So, she continued to go on dates with other guys on campus to ease the ache, until she couldn’t pretend they weren’t Sebastian anymore.

For his part, Sebastian not only took careful notes of the reasons Y/N gave for each of her short-lived romances, he also stupidly pointed her in the direction of new interests. And then he tried not to drown in his jealousy, before learning to grow doubtful of wanting a romantic relationship with her at all. Why would he want to sacrifice a lifelong friendship just to become another nameless guy she tossed to the side once she had her fun with him?

~~~

“Sebastian!” she gasped at him when he came home one night as she nursed away the end of yet another short-lived romance that wasn’t him.

“You’re drunk,” was the observation as he dropped his duffle bag to the floor.

“Ooooohhhh yeah,” she giggled at him with a wide grin, eyes hazy. “You gonna join me?”

“So we can both be sick? Yeah… Not a chance.”

“Boo…” she pouted. “You never wanna do anything with me.”

“One night. One night I don’t wanna drink with you, and that equates to me not wanting to do anything with you ever? Make it make sense, Y/N.”

“Well, you don’t wanna date me, that’s for sure,” was the drunk scoff.

He balked. “When did I ever say that?”

“Well it’s true, isn’t it? Everyone keeps saying that you like me, but you don’t do anything about it. Are they all lying? Or are you?”

He shook his head. “I’m not doing this. I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Why not?!”

“Because you’re drunk off your ass!”

“Just answer the question!”

“I don’t know!”

“What type of bullshit answer is that?! How do you not know if you wanna date someone?!”

“It’s the answer you give when you used to think you wanted to, but now you’re not sure anymore! Now… I gave you my answer. And I already told you once I’m not having this conversation. Not when you’re drunk. I’m going to bed. G’night Y/N.”

“COWARD!” she hurled the insult at his retreating back.

In his room, Sebastian didn’t sleep. He lay in bed watching his ceiling fan spin in slow hypnotic circles, cursing himself for letting it get this bad. If he had just asked her out after that one practice… If he could just rewind the clock…

In the living room, Y/N sobbed into her hands. The distractions never worked, even the promising ones. And Sebastian… If it turned out he didn’t want her…

Thoughts spiraled and time ticked by, Y/N growing more sober, and Sebastian more angry with himself.

“Seb?” she asked in a small whisper, knocking lightly on his door as she pushed it open, finding him still awake in bed, the little lamp on his nightstand illuminating the room.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, more harshly than he meant to, as he pushed himself to sit up against his headboard.

“I- Nevermind… It’s stupid…”

“No, wait,” he called out to her as she turned to leave. “I didn’t mean it like that. I- What’s up? What did you wanna ask?”

She took a slow breath to steady herself as she turned back around to face him. “Do you like me? God, that sounds so juvenile…”

“Of course I like you, Y/N. You’re my best friend.”

“But you don’t like me enough to date me. Just enough to be protective about me dating anyone else.”

He sighed. Now, or never. “It’s not that I don’t wanna date you, Y/N. It’s that I’m scared to.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“To you, maybe. But to me, it’s perfectly valid.”

“How? How is that a valid reason? Sebastian Stan, scared of dating a girl? A girl who he’s known his whole life? Make it make sense.”

“You think I wanna be one of the guys you date? Maybe if you actually dated people, I wouldn’t have ever thought twice about dating you myself. But you don’t date, Y/N. You… God, I dunno what it is you do, but it’s not dating.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, feeling tears well up. “Fuck you! You don’t get to slut-shame me!”

“Slut-shame you?! How is it slut-shaming that I don’t wanna be another number to you?! That I don’t wanna be another source of entertainment for you until you get bored of me?!”

“Because you’re not a number, Sebastian!”

“Bullshit I’m not! You literally call me Number 1! You don’t love Y/N! You… you entertain yourself until someone better comes along!”

“That’s not true…” she whispered, heartbroken that he thought it was.

“It was for all the other guys! I don’t wanna be like them, Y/N! I don’t wanna be some random number to you! I wanna be the one! I don’t know how much clearer I can make that.”

“You know I only dated them to make you jealous, right?”

“Well congrats… you win. I’m insanely jealous of every guy that you parade through that goddamn door.” His mouth twisted and his vision started to swim.

“I didn’t wanna win, Seb. I wanted you.”

He hissed through his teeth. “Past tense… that, uh… Yeah, that hurts. Thanks for that… For this…” he twirled his finger about the room. “Awesome conversation. Glad we could have this talk.”

“You wanna know why it never worked with those guys?!” she yelled at him, her hands flying up in the air. “They weren’t you! God, I tried so hard to make it work with those guys! Any of them! But none of them made me feel the way you do. None of them get me the way you do. And… God! I wish they did! I wish at least one of them did, because then I could finally stop wasting my time on you when it’s obvious you don’t feel the same way about me!”

“I don’t feel the same?!” He grabbed a small notebook, hurling it at her. “If I never felt the same, explain that!” He pulled down the collar of his shirt, pointing at a small tattoo of a paper airplane on his chest “If I never felt the same, explain this!”

“Y-you got a tattoo? When?”

The sudden drop of her voice level took him a moment to realize what she’d asked. “When you started dating the guy with tattoos…” he told her.

“And this?” she asked, bending down to pick up the small notebook he’d thrown at her, thumbing through it. “Blue eyes, tattoos. Text back on time. Don’t say stupid shit,” she read aloud. “A-are these notes on how to date me?”

He shrugged. “I like to think they’re observations.”

“W-why would you need notes on how to date me?”

“To make sure you don’t get bored of me. To make sure you don’t forget me.”

“Seb-”

He shook his head fiercely, feeling his throat close up. “Don’t. Just don’t, okay? I know this is all my fault. I know if I had just stopped being a little bitch, and said something sooner like I wanted to, none of this would be happening right now. But I- Fuck… It’s always been me and you, and I dunno what I’d do if that stopped happening. You’re my best friend. And I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. And… I can’t risk losing you. I won’t lose you. Even if that means spending the rest of my life jealous of the guys you date.”

“And you never bothered to think that I had the same fears? That I’m just as in love with your stupid ass?”

“Why would you be? I’m just the idiot best friend.”

“Haven’t you been listening? I- God, did you really get a tattoo?” she asked. “What even is it?”

“It’s a paper airplane,” he mumbled, face turning red.

“Can I see it again?” she asked somewhat shyly.

He shrugged, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side. “Happy now?”

“Oh, Seb,” she giggled, crossing the room to him. “You didn’t have to take your shirt off. You could have just tugged down your collar again.”

“Are you complaining?” he teased lightly, pulling her into his lap.

“God, no,” she said with another giggle. “Oh, Seb,” she sighed, her fingers tracing the ink on his skin. “God, we’re so fuckin’ stupid, aren’t we?”

“Oh, I’m definitely stupid,” he admitted. “Said and done so much stupid shit I shouldn’t have said or done.” His nose nudged against hers, his lips brushing against her cheek when he said, “God, I’m so sorry. I shoulda manned up sooner. And I shouldn’t have said those things about the guys you dated. I just- I fucked up. I let my insecurities get in the way, and I fucked up.”

“I fucked up too, Seb,” she whispered, carding her hands through his hair. “I was trying to fill a you-sized hole when I had you in front of me the whole time.”

“So you still want me? Even after I was the idiot coward that kept fucking up?” The blue eyes were big and watery with small traces of fear as they held her gaze steady, foreheads knocked together.

“Of course I still want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, Seb.”

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