#Guy who imagines scenarios and curls up sobbing over them

[terezicaptor]

Imagining Sunny going to Fit today and he's like "Hey you're up early, where's your dad?"

And she responds something like 'He died yesterday remember' just all cold not really being able to say anything to make the situation feel better for herself

and Fit like tries to comfort her saying "Hey, no, he's coming back. I know yesterday was a little traumatic but I promise he's not dead."

And sunny just frowns and shakes her head

[luvrodite]

TAKE FLIGHT JASON TODD (college!au)

↳ headcanons about jason in the au that is currently taking up all my brain space. so incredibly self indulgent. extreme liberties taken with his characterisation i'm sorry this is fanfiction!!!!!

first and most importantly - nothing (too) bad happens in this au. i imagine him getting adopted by bruce, but he gets to live and be happy and he is so so loved and that doesn't change

if he's got issues with his dad it's normal human issues like not seeing eye to eye on things but at the end of the day he is cherished and bruce supports him in everything

so he goes to university. in this au i imagine him to be studying literature (of course, duh) but also something else. i feel like he'd be interested in philosophy, but in my mind it's definitely something in the humanities faculty.

moves out but doesn't do the dorm thing because he wants his own space, and i think bruce just takes care of everything and he doesn't have to worry about rent or groceries or anything of that sort

i think he'd still get a job though...like maybe in a secondhand bookstore or music store that nobody really goes to so it's quiet and he can work on his assignments and read most of the time

makes friends with the regular people that breeze in and out - likes to people watch because he gets so many interesting looking people that come through

i think he'd have to have a little old lady neighbour that doesn't trust him at first because look at him he's so tall and big and he's got his fair share of scars on his hands from high school

but he's an angel...probably helps her take in her groceries quietly and leaves it at that because that's simply the thing to do

like i don't imagine he'd be extremely chatty, but he's polite and says hello to everyone or nods at them in the elevator

she warms up to him and they have conversations in the morning when she’s going down for her daily morning walk and he’s got classes to head to 

imagining him with still slightly messy curls in the morning as he walks onto campus

he's so.. boy. in this au. does that make sense??? just. happy and stress free, and he loves his courses and he calls home every few days and his younger brothers are ever suffering because he talks so much about the stuff he’s learning 

sobs he’s such a nerd i love him but they’re just wondering how this is the guy that gets side-eyed everywhere he goes 

but he’s not mild mannered…he just minds his business

like i said, has gotten into his fair share of fights at school and similarly isn’t afraid to tell someone when they’re being a dick 

the girls in his class love him because he actually likes to have discussions with them instead of talking over them and is happy to speak for the group or let them do it if they want when they get called on for class discussions

he’s just that guy who at first glance seems a little intimidating because a) he’s gorgeous and b) is huge but you get put into a group with him and he’s so intelligent and polite, listens to what everyone has to say and has wicked smart opinions of his own to share

has a bike. in every iteration of jason he must have a motorbike i just cannot imagine him without a bike. nearly gives bruce a heart attack in this au because he immediately runs through the worst case scenarios and it takes AGES before he accepts it even if he does think the bike looks cool and it takes even longer before he lets jason take him for a spin on the back of it

bruce in this au is just. doting and a little anxious about things. and that's okay. he's coming to terms with his kids growing up, and the changes that come with that. at least he's still got his girls, who will never not come around to bother him. but dick has already left the nest, and jason is on his way. he just misses when they were little

he likes to say jason was so small he could hold him in the palm of his hands (a big lie, as he was small but not that small, but jason secretly likes the affection)

he scribbles in all his class assigned novels, notes filling up the margins and the blank pages at the end - annotations on annotations

has gone down a rabbit hole of literature papers analysing different texts at 3 am. several times

paperbacks on his bedside table, bookmarked with receipts and scraps of paper, literally anything that can be used - he'll use it

notebooks for each class that are equally as full, coordinating notes on books and poems and papers

sigh english student jason todd my beloved angel 

this isn't meant to be taken seriously at all, but we're here to have a good time. sigh i wanna make a moodboard so u guys can see the vision i have of him

[anjaelle]

Heavy Weight

Pair: Boxer!August Walker x Black!OFC Warnings: Mention of Blood, Mention of Bruising, Mentions of Depression, Mention of Abuse, Mention of Self Harm; Some comfort.  Summary: The various ways in which a man learns about vulnerability. Word Count: 1.5k a/n: This is some dark shit. Idk where this came from, and I’m sorry if it triggers someone. I tried not to be too graphic. More of the focus is on him than the relationship, if that makes sense.

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  “Tell me... if I’m doing too much,” he sighed between kisses, “tell me if you need me to let up.” 

 She smiled against his mouth, placing a splayed hand on his firm chest, “I will.” 

“I’m serious.”

“I know.” 

The very first time he touched her, he worried that his hands were too rough with callouses. It was something that weighed heavy on this mind, so much so that it may have affected his performance. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything about it. She was too polite to do things like that, so of course she wouldn’t. 

Sometimes he questioned why she stayed with someone who couldn’t relax. She pressed her delicate fingers into the muscles of his back and joked that the tension could crack a diamond. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, allowing himself to fall deeper into the softness of her. This time, his  hands tangled into her thick curls as he placed kisses along the curve of her throat. She giggled, and it sounded like a melodic bell. 

He wanted to shield her from the world he came from. Women like her couldn’t handle the brutality of his life, and he wouldn’t blame them. It just meant that he didn’t spend much time getting invested. When she asked to see him fight, he shut her down immediately, claiming that it wasn’t her scene. It resulted in a small argument, and she conceded. But it was a hollow victory when he came home to an empty apartment. Eventually he offered a compromise: she could watch the match from home. It was the only way he could stomach it--he couldn’t bear to imagine her face in the crowd as he used the hands she loved for violence. 

And then he lost. 

And he came home bitter and tired. She reached up to brush his hair from his swollen eye and he flinched away from her before excusing himself to go to the bathroom. As soon as he found the strength to confront her, she pressed a bag of frozen peas to his face in an effort to bring the swelling down. He protested. She underestimated how much battering he could take, and he told her as much, forcing a grin on his split lips. 

“I’m a big boy,” he semi-joked, “I’ll be alright.” 

He wouldn’t touch her that night. He couldn’t. His knuckles were bruised, and his mouth was bloody. He was angry about losing, and he didn’t want to be held or kissed. Instead he spent the night on the couch, watching footage of his father in his prime. Every time she checked on him, he murmured that he’d be in bed soon, only choosing to go to bed when he was sure she was asleep and wouldn’t ask him questions. 

The second time she watches him fight, she calls him as soon as its over. The high of victory doubles when he hears her voice, and he just wants to go home to her.

“You did so well, baby!” She exclaims, “I’m so proud of you. We have to celebrate!” 

 Instead the crew took him to a bar without her. He lost count of how much whiskey he drank, how many girls he ignored, how many pats on the back he received from strangers. And as the night progressed, and the alcohol wore off,  the guilt hit him like a freight train. 

When he finally arrived home, she was asleep on the couch, curled up in one of his gym hoodies that fit snugly in some places and baggy in others. For once, he was glad he sobered up before he came home. He didn’t want to forget this image. He picked her up, and she mumbled tiredly into his shoulder. 

“You didn’t come home...” she sighed.

“I tried. I’m sorry.” 

He removed his liquor stained shirt and jeans, and crawled into bed with her, placing kisses on her forehead. 

“Don’t leave me behind, okay?” she said. He wasn’t sure what she meant. Maybe she was talking in her sleep. He swallowed hard and held her close.

“I won’t.” 

The third time she watches him fight, he loses again. And she watches him shrink into himself, live on national television. He came home bruised and battered, but he forced a smile on his face when she greeted him at the door. It didn’t meet his eyes, and she noticed. She made an attempt to ask if he was okay, and as usual he brushed it off as just disappointment. 

It was more than that, and they both knew it. 

Once again, he refused to touch her. She reached out to rub his back as he passed her in the kitchen, and he flinched, his shoulders tensing up. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked with pleading eyes, “Does something hurt?” 

He hesitated and sighed, “A little.” 

That was a start.

He held her hand as she led him to the bathroom, and he effortlessly lifted her onto the countertop so that they were eye-level. 

“Let me look at you,” she gently commanded, which brought a small spark of amusement to his eyes. He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips.

“So you’re going to play doctor now?”

“Shush,” she cupped his face in her hands and kissed his crooked nose. 

She applied ointment to the cuts on his knuckles and wrapped them up with a kiss. His heart melted. “Looks good,” he said, flexing his hand, “I might have to let you in the locker room before the matches.” 

She smiled brightly at the compliment, “See! I can help, sometimes. You should let me do this more often. Y’know?” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “Didn’t I tell you not to leave me behind? Let me take care of you, August.” 

Something crossed his features. It was the first time she’d ever seen it.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” He confessed, grasping her face in his hands.

He pressed a long kiss to her soft lips. For once, he willed himself to forget the events of the night. He wrapped her thighs around his hips and sighed into her mouth. She felt his heartbeat thud rapidly against her chest, and his breathing picked up. Suddenly she felt the wetness on her cheeks. 

“Babe,” she tried to pull away, but he moved to kiss down her neck, “Baby...”

He said nothing but pulled her closer to rest his head on her shoulder. Suddenly he hyperventilated and his body shook with sobs. Despite his comparatively massive frame, he felt so small in her arms as she held him and let him cry. 

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It took some time to open up. She made the suggestion based on her own experiences, but it was ultimately his decision to take the leap. He was uncomfortable. He didn’t really like talking. But he was tired of feeling angry all the goddamn time. 

“Why are you a boxer?”

“I guess it seemed like the best case scenario? I’ve always been a good fighter. I might as well get paid to punch people in the face. It’s a better use of my time and energy.” And his anger. But that didn’t seem like something he wanted to admit. He didn’t want the guy to think he was a lunatic with violence issues. 

“How do you feel in the ring?” 

“I don’t know. Fine, I guess. Sometimes it just feels like a game. Like a strategy thing...I hate losing though.” 

He scribbled something down on his stupid yellow notepad.

“Well, that’s understandable. Losing sucks.” 

“Yeah, but it feels like an extra punch in the gut. I just really hate losing. It makes me feel like I shouldn’t even have my job in the first place.” 

Doctor So-and-So raises his eyebrows behind his thick rimmed glasses. 

“Why do you feel that way?”

“My job is to win matches. What the hell do I have to gain from losing them?” He chuckled bitterly, “I used to just let my cuts and bruises fester. Just so I’d remember how much the shit sucks and I won’t lose again. I feel like I only lose when I forget what losing feels like.” 

There’s a heavy pause after that admission, and the therapist scribbles something else down. 

“August, there’s no shame in failure. Why do you feel like you should punish yourself for human error?” 

“How else will I improve?” He automatically said. Then he caught himself, dropping his head in his hands, “Fuck. Fuck that old bastard to hell. I thought that shit was normal,” he admitted. “I thought every guy dealt with this. It helped you build a thicker skin. I don’t think I’d have the career I do if it wasn’t for him. I always think, ‘whatever these guys hit me with, I’ve dealt with worse from my old man’.” 

That was the first time he’d admitted any of this aloud. The feeling was strange, like a small weight lifted from his shoulders. It wasn’t much, but it was something...

[tamakissimp]

K.B- here to stay

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Bakugou wasn’t the only captive the league of villains had, you were one too. A captive they took for your quirk; drinking just a drop of your blood could heal any injury. After being rescued, you and Bakugou got separated. But not for long.

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: fem!reader pronouns (used once) kidnapping, blood, knife, fluffy ending, captivity, cursing

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟚𝟛𝟡𝟟

request: anon - Hi! I saw requests were open, could you please write a scenario for Bakugou, where during his time kidnapped by the lov, they had another captive. A girl who is his age, but she has been there for a few months. The reason why she is there is because of her quirk. Her blood can heal others, all they need to do is drink some of it, the bigger the injury the more blood. They are saved together but then separated. It’s been two years of no contact when Bakugou goes to recovery girl to find the same girl who was a captive now learning under recovery girl. They hit it off. Hi please?

You're a hallucination his mind made up, Bakugou is sure of it. A bright imagine his mind made up to keep himself from going insane. You're too pure to be in such a shit-filled place as the league's hideout.

Though the chains shackled tightly around your ankles say differently. The bloodstains on the ground scream that you’re here. The various scars and wounds that those villain bastards put on you prove you're real. Your arms gently wrapping around Bakugou's shaking body convince him that you're real.

 You're here, you're real and you're hurt. Hurt because he can't keep those bastard's hands of you. Though you never fret about it.

Bakugou screams his throat raw every moment he can as league members do as much as breath in his direction. Even their muzzles can keep his mouth shut. Though you never say a word when they plunge syringe after syringe into your skin. Tears never roll down your cheeks as they cut your skin up to their liking.

He wonders if you ever were rebellious. If there was a time when you kicked and screamed at the villainous hands reaching towards you. All he knows is your time with him. The times in which you would gently gather the blood seeping from your fresh wounds onto your thumb and stick it into his mouth. The times in which you forced your quirk on him, even if he bit down harshly on your fingers. Just so he could have a chance at recovering before Shigaraki ordered a new wave of pain onto him.

All he knows are the nights - or days, time grows weird when you're kidnapped - when you're running your hands through his hair. The nights at which you promise him that someone will rescue him. Even if no one has tried to do during your imprisonment. You promise him that you will get out here so he can show you the friends he's been telling you about.

"Denki, you'll-you'll love him," he says. His voice cracks. Either from sadness or the amount of screaming he has done today, he doesn't know or care. "He's stupi- I mean, he's kind. A fucking goofball.".

You hum at him as you continue to play with his spiky hair. You like to imagine that it's normally soft. Soft and bouncy. But now it's matted by sweat and crusted bits of blood. That and facts that it hasn't been washed for well over a week.

"And Kirishima," Bakugou continues. He thinks back on the times spent with his friends. Times were they dragged him along to go on stupid adventures. Times were they laughed their ass off for no reason. He hated this times back then but he yearns for them now.

"He's great. He's kind. A-And he's sweet. The type of guy to be everyone's friend. The type of guy....to be a hero.". Tears roll down his cheeks at his words.

A hero. It's hard to imagine himself being one now. He can't even handle being kidnapped by some low life bastards without breaking down.

"I can't wait to meet them," you whisper back. "We'll get spicy pork noodle together, yeah?". Bakugou nods. You'll get out of here, both of you. You're going to get out of here and he's going to take you to a stupid mall to eat some goddamn noodles.

You continue to play with his hair. Running his locks through your fingers while humming subconsciously. The soft movements lul Bakugou into a sleepy state. His body grows warm and his eyes grow droopy. "We'll do that," he whispers before letting his eyes fully close.

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Dabi's burning hand wraps around your arm. Red indents in the shape of the pads of his fingers get pushed into your skin. Screams erupt from your throat.

"Don't be so fucking annoying," Shigaraki spits out. You simply shake your head as sobs wreck through your body. Dabi's hands warm up further, excelling boiling point. You scream again.

Dabi's free hand lifts to slap your cheek harshly. The red handprint on your skin makes pride swell up in the bastard's chest. Finally, Dabi's burning hand unwraps itself from your arm.

He lets you curl into yourself, carefully cradling your burned arm. "Just give us some fucking blood," Shigaraki says he as walks away from his place in the shadows.

Dabi steps aside to make room for his boss. Shigaraki slowly crouches down in front of you. You keep your eyes trained on the chains secured tightly around your ankles. Fucking bastard.

Suddenly, four of Shigaraki's cold fingers wrap around your neck, forcing you to look at him. Crazed eyes and cracked skin look back at you. He expected you to beg for forgiveness. For you to fall to your knees and beg for your life. Instead, you stare at him with lifeless eyes.

"You better cooperate with us. You don't want to piss off the end boss," he says. His wobbly voice makes you want to cut his tongue out. Since that isn't an option, you opt for the next best thing; spitting in his voice.

Shigaraki stumbles back a bit like a thick glob of spit runs down his nose, hitting his upper lip. He roughly wipes the spit off his face as you give him a shit-eating grin. "Suck. My. Dick," you say.

Within a second, he has you turned around. Your cheek is planted firmly against the cold, stone wall as your arm is bent in a painful angle. "Crispy, give me a fucking knife," Shigaraki says while making grabby hands towards Dabi.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you here the man behind you shuffle around. Screams rip through your throat as you feel the cold edge of a knife press harshly into your skin. Drops of blood audibly hit the floor. Maybe complying would be easier.

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The chair is always the worst. You can't speak to him, you can't help him. All you can do is look at him while he trashes against the restrains. All you can do is long to touch him while a muzzle covers his face.

You cower away in the corner. Any rattling Bakugou's chains make only cause you to curl into yourself more. You wrap your arms around yourself in pseudo protectiveness.

Broken whispers of apologies fall of your tongue along with whimpers. Bakugou's screams are still more than audible even with the thick metal covering his mouth.

He must be scared, of course, he is. He told you about that glob monster that had pushed itself into his throat. Did the muzzle remind him of that? It must have. Otherwise, he would be aggressive, rather than scared.

"I'm sorry," you repeat time and time again. You can't even remember if it was your fault. Though it most likely was, it always is.

It's smart of the league you, you have to give them that. Punishing someone else. Playing mind games like they always do. They could have just roughed you up a bit. Thrown a few punches and left it at that. But punishing Bakugou instead of you, that's fucked up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.". The meaningless words bounce through the room. I'm sorry won't get Bakugou out of that chair. It won't even calm him down. Maybe it'll scare him even further.

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Salvation is supposed to taste sweet. It's supposed to feel like drinking a cold glass of water after being lost in a desert. Instead, it left a foul taste on your tongue. It left your body shaking with fear.

The loud explosions and bang going on outside the door make you push your head into Bakugou's chest. His arms are wrapped securely around you.

He wants to fight, God knows how much. He wants to blow off that goddamn door and blast the league's faces off. But he also knows that if he gives in to his reckless impulses, you'll be left by your self. And you don't have an aggressive quirk as he does. Basically meaning, if he leaves you alone now you're fucked.

"It's okay," Bakugou says. His voice is broken and ragged. After days of doing nothing but screaming his vocal cords ultimately took some damage. He winches at the dryness in his throat. "No one's gonna hurt you.".

You nod against him, fisting the fabric of his shirt. Suddenly, the door bangs open. You pull yourself out of Bakugou's grasp. He steps in front of you and shields you behind his broad shoulders. Though his defence drops once he sees the person in the doorway.

"Mister Aizawa," he says. The teacher nods as he quickly walks over to the boy, turning his attention towards the chains linked to his left wrist.

"Who's this?" he asks as he looks over at you. You take a step back from the unknown men, looking at Bakugou like a deer in headlights.

"Y/n, she's been captured too," he gruffs. The raven-haired nods before moving on to loosen your shackles. You subconsciously reach out and grab a hold of Bakugou's hand. He gladly grabs a hold of it, rubbing soothing circles on the top of up.

Once Aizawa is done, he moves away from the two of you and mentions towards the door. "Let's get you, kids, out of here," he says. Bakugou's eyes shoot over to you.  You sent him a reassuring nod.

"Let's go home.".

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Life without you is dull. The sparkle that once lit up Bakugou's life is now gone. He went from relying on you to get him through the day to not seeing you all. Last he saw you, you were both in the hospital getting your wounds treated. He heard whispers that you attend the UA now but he doesn't let himself believe in such rumours only to be disappointed.

His friends had noticed the change, how could they not. Bakugou went from being a hothead to not saying a word to anyone except Kirishima.Being a shut-in was his new thing, instead of being a fireball. He overworked himself in training. He pushed his quirk until his hands were raw and burned.

His aspirations to become a hero has seemed to double. The fact that no one has come to save you for months seemed to fule his dreams to make sure that happened to no one else.

At unholy hours he allowed himself to think of you. He let his mind wander to dark corners as he lays in bed unphased by sleep. The possibility that you had never recovered from your injuries was likely. Maybe you died in the hospital and he's going with his life hoping that fate will miraculously bring you two together.

Those thoughts always seem to spike a place in his heart. All he knew about you was your name. You let him ramble about his life. You took away his pain, his fear and his injuries. All that and he never returned the favour. You had never told him about yourself, your fears or your family. He beats himself up of that. 

He pushes himself in the gym for that. Forces his body beyond breaking point because - in his mind - he deserves it. He deserves all the pain he could never take away from you.

"Hey, Bakugou!" Denki calls out. Bakugou's head perks up for a second. his eyes fall over his electric friends before turning to gaze out the window again.

Denki looks over to Kirishima who gives him an encouraging nod. "Can't you just tell him?" Denki asks. Kirishima shakes his head.

"Nuh-uh, you tell him," He says.

"Tell me what?" Bakugou sneers. Both boys look up at their friend who has suddenly turned his full attention to them. Denki shoots Bakugou an awkward smile.

"They're uh," Kirishima begins. "There's someone at Recovery Girl you might want to see.". Bakugou nerves light up. Could it be you?

He quickly dismisses the possibility. Getting his hopes up will only get him hurt in the long run. Still, though, he quickly pushes himself out of his chair and rushes towards Recovery Girl's office.

The walk is short, two minutes tops. Maybe it's because he's focused or maybe it's because he's powerwalking through UA like a mad man. Who knows.

Muffled voice is audible from behind the door. One voice, in particular, spikes his attention. Without thinking, Bakugou rips the door open. There he sees Recovery Girl standing next to a sitting down Izuku, who broke his arm again. However, another figure is standing beside them.

"Deku?" Izuku says. Bakugou's mind doesn't get the time to catch up as his body rushes itself towards you. His arms wrap around you instinctively as he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

"Katsuki!" you squeal out as you return his hug. His nerves are on fire and his mind is in overdrive. The feeling of your warmth against his body calms down anxieties he didn't know he had. Your familiar scent fills his nose.

He pulls away slightly to see your face. His calloused palm rests against your cheeks. You melt into his touch. "I thought...". He doesn't have to finish the sentence for you to understand.

"I know," you say. "But I made it. And I'm not going anywhere.". Warmth swells up in Bakugou's chest at the words. Salty tears prick in his eyes though he makes no attempt to wipe them away.

Deku is damned, he's going to cry whenever he likes. If you had asked him a year ago, he would have said that crying makes you weak. Though he knows better now. Emotions don't make you weak. They make you stronger. They make you human.

"I'm going to the UA now. I'm doing a special healer's course," you say. A goofy smile is plastered on your lips as tears start to well up in your eyes as well.

Izuku awkwardly dismisses himself from the room. Though a smile is still present on his lips. It does him well to see how much his childhood friend has changed.

"You're gonna stay here," Bakugou repeats your words. You nod at him. Your hand reaches up to run through his hair. Like you thought his locks are silky smooth. Now unphased by layers of sweat, standing up proudly in high pikes.

"I'm going to stay.".

[rose7420]

Captured

A request from @laurenandloki! Such a great prompt! And to everyone please don't hesitate to send me requests, I am more than happy to write them!

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omg I feel bad that I keep asking you to write scenarios! Ahh are you sure it’s ok that I submit them?😅🥺❤️ What if Loki has been talking to this teen borrower now for a little while every time he spots them borrowing stuff in his room? Loki has grown quite attached to her as well because they always talk whenever she comes out to get supplies.

But one night, Loki waits for her to come to his room for their talk, but she never comes. Loki knows that something is wrong because she’s never late. That’s when he could hear the Avengers out in the kitchen asking questions and faint crying/whimpering since his room is really close to where the kitchen is. He teleports to where the Avengers are at and his heart sinks. His little friend had gotten herself caught and was sitting in a jar now being stared at like an animal. Loki freaks out on everyone, and once he’s holding his friend close to him, he yells at them once more for scaring a child and retreats back to his room with her pressed to his chest all while she’s clinging to his shirt🥺

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Y/N jumped out of her bed with glee. She had just finished the book that Loki, her new buddy, had loaned her. He of course had to shrink it to a manageable size for her to hold. The ending of the book had been amazing and full of suspense and she was aching for what was to come next. She slipped her woolen slippers on, all of her clothes were made out of wool since borrowers like herself were sensitive to the elements. Sneaking out of her home was a doable but exhausting task. Since Loki wasn’t the only person in the building so she had to watch out for others. Humans weren’t cruel people but their curiosity caused them to do unspeakable things, with no care to how it would affect others.

She lived in a small hole by the kitchen counter. It was easier to get food, supplies and simply keep an eye on the news around the bullying since everyone usually gathered in the kitchen and spoke occasionally. Peeking out and double-checking to be sure there were no humans around, she sprinted to Loki’s room. However, she had not checked well enough.

“What is that?” A curious voice said.

“Such a little thing aren’t ya?.” Her heart sped with fear and her little legs pumped furiously with power in each step begging to reach Loki’s room.

She’d be safe, get to see Loki, start reading her new bo-

Then she ran into a soft, firm wall. A pale wall.

A palm.

Before she had recognized the situation she was in, her body was effortlessly scooped up and dropped roughly into a jar. She scrambled to her feet looking out the clear walls to be met with a giant face. A man stared back at her with curious brown eyes and short chestnut hair. Her heart pounded with panic as he shouted loudly to his companion. She covered her ears at the loudness of his tremendous voice, causing her to drop Loki’s shrunken book.

The strange man picks her glass prison up to bring her closer to his eyes. The brown orbs blink with wonder and fascination staring at her like an animal at the zoo. Soon more pounding vibrates the air around her, indicating there are more giants coming nearer.

“Tony, whatcha got there?” Another man with wavy dark hair asks. He looks as if he is nervous to approach her.

Tony, the man who is apparently holding her captive shoves the jar into this new man’s hands. Y/N whimpers as her small body is thrown hard into the glass wall. Her shoulder aches with pain and unwanted tears escape her eyes.

“She’s so...small.” New guy says.

“Yeah I know right? Found her scurrying along the floor. Imagine if there are more of her out there!” Tony remarks, and she already hears the plans of an experiment forming in his head. Her stomach fills with dread.

The new guy passes Tony the jar containing her back to him but Tony’s grip is slack. Her jar falls towards the floor waiting for a terrible breaking of glass and her bones. She floats in the air from the force of the fall and then suddenly she hits the bottom of the jar harshly landing on her already hurt shoulder and lets out a sharp cry of pain. A palm surrounds the glass, looking up she sees Tony staring down at her with wide eyes. Her attention is drawn back to her arm as white-hot pain flashes through the appendage. She starts sobbing from the blinding pain in her arm, the fear of being experimented on, and worst of all, never being able to see Loki again. She buries her face in her unhurt arm and lets her shirt soak her tears and the sound of her sobs.

Loki was worried. It had been a while since he had seen his small friend. She usually came to visit every other day, if not every day. However, he had not caught sight of her at all. Then he heard voices in the kitchen talking about experiments. He knew them to be Tony’s and Bruce’s. But the nearly indistinguishable whimpers he recognized to be Y/N’s. He rushed to the kitchen in a blind panic and mad fury. His eyes fell upon a troubling scene that broke his heart. Y/N was in a small glass jar, weeping. Tony held her loosely and Bruce stared with wide eyes doing absolutely nothing to help the small being. Loki rushed forward and snatched the jar out of Tony’s hands being careful not to cause Y/N to slam into the side. He immediately teleported right back to his room, deciding to deal with the two scientists later and focus on Y/N as of now. He tilted the jar to the side and gave Y/N the chance to come out of her own accord. She paid no attention to his offer, her shoulders shaking with sobs and leftover fear. He gently tilted the jar causing her to slide onto his palm, a small object falling alongside her. A book. She must have been on her way to return it to him.

He didn’t know why but a pang of sorrow and guilt flashed through his heart.

He tenderly caressed her back in a circling motion with a single fingertip. He hushed her cries, not to tell her feelings weren’t valid, but only so she could calm down and they could speak. A few tears later her sobs quieted and he slowly brought her to his eyes, able to see her swollen, red eyes and the trails of leftover tears.

“Oh, my poor dear. I am so terribly sorry. I should’ve been there sooner. Please forgive me.” Loki watched her as she raised her eyes to meet his. He smiled reassuringly trying to ease her spirits even more. She tried a small smile of her own and held her arms out towards Loki. He delicately pressed her form against his cheek and felt her body instantly relax as she spread her arms a laughable distance over the expanse of his cheek. After a few more tender-hearted moments he released her.

“I see you brought the book back, did you enjoy it?” He picked the tiny postage-stamp-sized book off his palm and grew it back to its normal size. She nodded vigorously to his question.

“I loved it! Do you have the next one?” She said eagerly, standing up in his palm. He laughed at her excitement, glad to see her fear gone.

“Woah, my little bookworm. I don’t want you falling off.” He gently nudged her to a sitting position, immediately concerned by the pained look that had crossed her face as he did so.

“Are you hurt dear?” Loki pressed.

“It’s my arm, I got hurt in the j-jar,” Y/N said with a stutter in her voice at the end, her fear of the past entrapment obvious. A shot of anger flared through Loki.

“Let us look at that shall we?” Loki said as a question, but Y/N knew it was a demand.

He carried her over to his clean, paperless desk and set her down carefully to not hurt her arm any further. He walked off momentarily to gather supplies, returning with scissors, an elastic wrap, and some sort of cream. She watched as he sat down, his towering torso taking her entire eyeline up. She knew not to be afraid of Loki anymore as she had been in the past. Though he was a giant and towered over her without effort he proved to be gentle and able to hold his curiosity at bay showing care for others’ feelings, especially hers.

She giggled at how concentrated he was on the task of cutting down a wrap that wouldn’t swallow her arm.

“Do tell do you find so amusing?” Loki asked not looking up from his work. He sometimes came off intimidating but Y/N knew he only taunted and did not mean it at heart.

“You’re so focused Loki.” She admitted.

“Well Y/N, I don’t know if it has occurred to you but your smaller size does require a smaller bandage than mine would, therefore I must cut it to the proper size for you.” He looked up at her shooting her a grin.

Y/N smiled at his sarcastic remark. He finished cutting it down to size and asked her to extend her arm. He rubbed cream onto her sore arm informing her that it would take away the pain. And it did instantly, the cool cream sent the uncomfortable heat away. Then he began to wrap her arm with surprising technique, especially for someone so small. She only reached the second joint of his thumb, and his other fingers surmounted her tiny frame.

“Let’s find that other book shall we?” Loki asked presenting a helpful palm at her feet. She tried to climb on with one arm but apparently one needed two arms to do that. Sensing her struggle, Loki pinched her waist with practiced care, lifting her to his shoulder where she was eventually going to go anyways. He let her off onto the broad platform and steadied her with a finger curled around her waist when she stumbled.

“Thank you Loki,” Y/n said curling up next to his neck, the pounding of his pulse a welcomed sensation.

His voice vibrated her as he spoke: “You’re welcome my little bookworm.”

[your-eternal-muse]

How Could I Hate Her?

Heather Series Part 7

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Bonus! Readers Card Confession Part 6

Summery: When checked on by the team, Reader confesses her guilt ridden feelings

Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of depressive episode, light swearing, mentions of medication, but other than that? Nothing that I can think of?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Heather Carmichael, Spencer Reid x eventual Female!Reader

Words: 3.1k

A/N: Y’all.....it is almost 4:30 in the morning. I started writing this around 9 pm. I am committed and I have Criminal Minds to keep me company so its fine. Also, there is much needed fluff in this chapter. I also tried writing in 3rd person, because there were things I wanted to show that I wouldn’t have been able to if I didn’t. I hope you like it! I should have a bonus episode out later today at some point when I wake from the dead, so, enjoy! 

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It had been two weeks.

Two weeks since anyone on the team had seen or heard anything from y/n.

“I stopped by her place a couple days after, to try and talk to her. I couldn’t even tell if she was on the other side.” Derek remarked.

Aaron, Derek, JJ, Emily, David, and Penelope stood in her office, talking about y/n, and how worried they were.

They all just got back from a case.

Spencer had immediately gotten called away from work by Heather, who claimed it was an emergency. None of the others truly believed it was.

“As icky as it makes me feel, I can check to see if she is still in her apartment, I mean. If the place where she lives has cameras, I can easily check to see if she’s left.”

She looks to Hotch for permission.

He nods his head in approval.

“Has anyone else tried contacting her?”

“I’ve tried calling, but it goes straight to voicemail. She turned her phone off.” JJ chewed at her lip, her mind traveling to the worst possible scenario. A scenario she wouldn’t let happen. Not again.

“Poor kid. I can’t even imagine what she’s going through.” Rossi’s voice is soft, and he leans back against the wall, eyes not really connecting with anything.

“I know Spencer has tried calling her a couple times. But by the look on his face, I don’t think he got very far.” Prentiss paces back and forth, trying to keep herself busy so she doesn’t go kick down y/n’s door herself.

They all knew. 

Derek couldn’t keep something like that to himself. And when he told the team, JJ stepped forward, and confessed that she knew. Spencer was in disbelief.

Y/n had come to JJ so often over the past couple of months, Will didn’t question it anymore. Y/n said watching Henry, and being around someone she doesn’t have to compete with helped.

She never really saw her smile like she used to, but JJ did see her relax, let her walls down. She thought y/n was getting somewhere. She was wrong. Some profiler she was.

“You should have seen her guys.” Derek had been the one to see her shut down before his eyes.

“She was shaking. She couldn’t stop crying, shaking. She was mortified that he had heard her. And then she just, stopped. She stopped shaking. The broken look on her face completely vanished. She didn’t say a word to me when she left. It was like she turned herself off.”

“Confessing your love for someone who then tells you they don’t love you the same can do that to a person.” Penelope says, typing away at her screens.

“No, it’s so much more than that.” JJ says, taking a seat in one of Garcias spinning chairs. “ Every time she would say something even remotely mean about Heather, or Spencer, she would shake her head, look up and smile. She shoves it down because she doesn’t want to be bothersome. That kind of burial of feelings can only end in an extreme.” JJ thinks back to every night, every tear shed at her house. How y/n would wipe her tears, shake her head and force a smile. 

“I’m in.” Garcia chirps up from her desk, pulling up video footage of a hallway. 

They all circle around, prying eyes eager to look inside the private life of their family, who is in desperate need of assistance.

“So, here she is, the day she left, about an hour after leaving the building.”

They watch the video as she walks down her to her door, tears streaming down her face. She takes her keys out, but before unlocking her door, she leans her forehead against the wood.

Her shoulders shake.

A collective sigh leaves all of them.

“And here I am fast forwarding a couple days.” People walk up and down the hallway, yet her door stays still. Until it opens. She taps a key and the video returns to normal, and a forlorn y/n exists, now clad in sweatpants and a cal tech sweatshirt.

“That’s Spencer’s sweatshirt.” JJ whispers, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Penelope fast forwards again, stopping it when y/n appears once again on the screen.

“Okay, she was gone for about, 2 hours and 43 minutes.” 

Y/n is holding two bags, one in each hand, though neither of them are very full. 

She disappears behind the door, and Penelope fast forwards again. Morgan can be seen a few times, but y/n doesn’t leave again.

“Oh my god. She left once, three days after and hasn’t been out since.” Penelope takes her glasses off, and wipes her face.

“Alright. We’re doing a wellness check. Y/n clearly needs some help right now, so help is what she is getting. Let’s go.”

The team all nodded, and off they went.

When they arrived, Hotch walked to the front desk, his badge already out. “I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner. We’re here to do a wellness check on y/n y/l/n in apartment 112.” 

The front clerk doesn’t question it, simply grabbing a set of keys and leading them down the hallway to an elevator.

Each person is in their own head, but when they appear outside of her apartment, their focus changes. It was about y/n now.

“Y/n, are you in there? Baby girl, can you let us in?” 

They stand and listen for a shuffling of feet or the sound of a chair, but nothing.

Radio static.

Hotch nods to the man, and he unlocks her door, allowing the team into her apartment.

It’s dark. 

That’s the first thing Derek notices as he walks forward. The second is how cold it is. 

The third is the glass breaking underneath his boot.

His eyes land on the pile of shards beneath him, and the move to the book laying on the floor, and the broken mirror which still stands on her wall.

He’s trying not to profile her, but it’s hard. 

She didn’t even want to look at herself.

The team walks through her apartment, taking in the abandoned bowls of half eaten food, the empty liquor bottles and faint smell of cigarette smoke.

The path leads them to the living room, where y/n is curled up under a blanket on her couch beneath an open window. 

Derek walks over and shuts it, his heart aching at the sight before him. 

Y/n clutches a pillow to her chest, her grip tight. Unfinished chinese sits in front of her, beside an ashtray filled with buds. 

An empty bottle of medication lays on the ground next to her, and he prays to a god he stopped believing in years ago.

She’s mumbling in her sleep, and the team gathers around, varying versions of wet eyes.

Derek is the one to kneel beside her, and place a hand on her shoulder. He’s relieved when he hears her mumbles, feels the warmth beneath his fingers.

“Baby girl. Baby girl, I need you to wake up.” He knows she’ll feel cornered. He knows it’s a lot to wake up to. But he knows she needs this.

She stirs and her eyes open, cloudy and grey. They flick up to him and then around the room, taking in the sight.

She wants to cry.

She begins to move herself in a sitting position, and Rossi can’t help but notice how thin she’s gotten the last couple weeks. She looks tiny compared to Derek. He just wants to hold her, and never let her go.

JJ notices her lips are chapped, and the dark circles under her eyes. She turns and heads towards the kitchen for a glass of water. 

“What are you all doing here?” Her voice is hoarse. She hasn’t spoken in days, unless you count the incoherent sentences she sobs at three in the morning. 

Aaron wishes he had stepped in sooner. Her hands shake as she moves to brush hair out of her face. She was his daughter, even if not by blood. He doesn’t know how he couldn’t have seen this.

Emily notices the dry wet spots on her t-shirt, and the pillow that now rests in her lap. She bites her lip to keep her own tears at bay.

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” The words are laced with guilt and self-hatred. How can she possibly take them from a case that could be 10 times more important than her?

Derek runs a hand over her head, wishing he could take her pain away in the blink of an eye.

JJ appears with a glass of water.

“You’re family, y/n. We take care of our family.” Penelope falls to her other side, and grabs y/n’s hand, clasping it in between her own.

JJ moves a couple things on her coffee table, sitting down and handing her the glass of water.

Y/n takes it with her free hand, taking a sip from it.

“Sweetheart, when did you run out of medication?” Derek's voice is soft, it almost breaks near the end, but he holds out.

She sniffs, rubbing the back of her hand under her nose. “A couple weeks ago. They’re filled, I just haven’t….I couldn’t…” 

She hands the glass of water back to JJ. Her fingers start tapping her thigh.

“Talk to us, y/n. We’re not going anywhere.” JJ starts to cry, but she can’t help it. The situation in which her friend was in, was dark. It was deep. She’s been on the road to where she is for months, and JJ didn’t do anything.

Y/n thought for a moment. About lying, saying she was fine, that she was coming into the office the next day, that she was over it. But she was tired. Tired of running. Tired of lying.

“I love him.” Her voice is wet, flem and saliva coating each word as it leaves her mouth. The sentence isn’t louder than a whisper. 

She clears her throat, and grabs the glass back from JJ, taking a longer gulp.

Her head hurt.

No one speaks. 

No one moves.

“I love him.” The tears flowing down her cheeks are different from the ones she’s shed the past couple months. They’re warmer, more full. It relieves the stinging behind her eyes a bit.

“I love him, and I can’t help but tell myself over and over how much better she is than me.” She turns her palm over in between Garcia’s and clutches it with every fiber of her being. “Every bad thing I’ve ever thought about myself is ringing through my ears, in her voice.” She chokes on her sobs, and the room is filled with the months of feelings building in her chest.

“I hate her.” The words fall from her tongue and her chest falls. A weight has been lifted.

“I hate her, and I hate that I hate her. Why should I? She’s pretty, she’s accomplished, she makes him happy.” She looks up at Derek, eye’s pleading. “She is everything, and has everything that I can never have or be. And it kills me.” 

JJ takes the glass before it slips from her hands, and sets it down, mirroring Penelope and clutching y/n’s hand between hers.

Y/n leans into Derek, and he wraps his arms around her, pulling her in for a tight embrace, resting his chin on her head.

She cries and cries, and finally after months, she breathes. Her tears stop and she lets the oxygen fill her lungs and she breathes. 

For a moment, sniffles throughout the room are all that can be heard. And then Aaron speaks.

“Morgan, I think you should take y/n to go get her meds. A little sunlight and some time out of the house will do her some good.” 

She retracts herself from Derek, a slight pink returning to her cheeks. She nods. 

“And when you get back, I’ll help you shower.” JJ whispers rubbing her thumb over the back of her hand.

Another nod. 

Penelope and JJ let go of her, and she stands. 

Penelope notices that she’s wearing the same sweatshirt from the video.

Derek stands with her, one hand on the small of her back, the others holding hers protectively. 

“Where are your shoes sweetheart? I don’t want you cutting yourself on the glass.”

“They’re in the kitchen somewhere. I kicked them off and didn’t notice where they landed.”

“Okay. We’ll just be careful, okay?”

Another nod. 

The team moves as she does, not crowding her, but never being too far away.

Derek helps her get her shoes and coat on, and leads her out the door.

Once the door shuts, Hotch turns to the others. “Alright. JJ, Emily, start in her bedroom and bathroom. Laundry, bedding, the whole nine yards. Garcia, start in here. I would suggest going through her laptop to see if there's anything we should know about. I know you don’t like it, but in order to make sure she’s safe, we have to.” 

The three women nod, and Penelope is already grabbing the laptop that lay at the end of the couch. 

“I’ll work on cleaning the kitchen, and David,” He turns to Rossi, already rolling up his sleeves. “I’m sure she doesn’t have much food on hand, and she could probably use a home cooked meal.”

“Say no more. I’m on it.” 

~~~~~

The car ride to the pharmacy was quiet. 

I can’t say it wasn’t nice to get out of the house. I missed the light. 

It was early February, so pink and red hearts decorated the storefront in preparation. 

I hated the thought of valentines day during all of this. The thought of what he would be doing for her drove me insane. 

It still makes my heart ache.

“What’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours, baby girl?” 

I shift my focus, turning back to the driver's seat where Derek sat.

“Just thinking about how much I hate valentines day. It’s over commercialized and the guy who named it named it after himself, selfish prick.”

I see Derek chuckle. “That you are right about.” 

I let a small smile slide across my face, and for once it’s not forced. I know not everything will be better right away. I know it’s gonna take time. But still.

It feels nice knowing I’m not alone.

We arrive, and he parks.

We sit for a minute in the silence, and his hand reaches over and takes mine in his grasp.

“I want you to know, that you are a million times better than Heather could ever wish to be. And any dude who doesn’t see that isn’t as smart as he appears.”

He turns his body, so he’s fully facing me. “If you ever feel like this again, I want you to call me right away. Even if that voice inside your head is telling you it’s nothing, call me anyway. You’re not alone, y/n. And I will do anything and everything it takes to make you see that.”

I squeeze his hand, and nod. “I promise, Derek.”

“Good. Now let's go get you your medication.” 

I nod, letting go of his hand, and releasing the seat belt, and climbing out of the car.

The pharmacist greeted me with my name and a smile, handing me the white paper bag that held a refill that was long overdue.

Before leaving, my eyes caught something inside a soda cooler at the front. 

Derek stops and follows my eye. “What is it, love bug?”

I point to a purple bottle. “When I was a kid, and I had a bad day at school, or life just got to be too much, my mom and I would go to the movies, and watch the most cringy, bad looking movie they were showing. We would sit in the back and eat our weight in popcorn while making fun of everything. And she would always get a large grape fanta for us to share.”

He smiles, and steps forward, opening the door, and grabbing a bottle. “I think this constitutes a grape fanta than.”

It’s getting easier to smile at him.

He buys it, and we head back out to the car. 

We sit, and he waits until the pill is down my throat, followed by fizzy grape soda. It's tart and sweet at the same time, and I lick my lips of the stickiness.

The music is a little louder on the drive back.

When we enter the door, the first thing I notice is the smell. It smells like Italian, and the best Italian at that. 

I walk into the kitchen and I see Rossi, towel over his shoulder and wooden spoon in his hand.

He smiles when he sees me. “Ah, principessa, come. Taste. I know pesto cavatappi is a favorite of yours.” 

He ushers me forward, holding out the spoon with a bit of sauce on the end. 

I lean forward, capturing the end with my tongue. 

“Mmm.” I lick my lips, and chuckle a bit. “It’s really good.”

He smiles, setting the spoon down. “Good.” He wraps his arms around me, and pulls me into his embrace. He kisses the top of my head. “I love you, kiddo. Don’t you ever forget that.” 

I smile into his chest. “I won’t.”

“Good. Now go get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready.”

I nod, setting my soda down on the counter, and walking through my apartment. 

It doesn’t even look like mine. It’s lighter and clean, and every shadow that played tricks on my mind are no longer there.

I look around at the apartment, taking note of how much was done in the time I was gone.

The broken mirror no longer hangs on the wall, mocking me. My couch is back to its original position against the wall, and my windows are closed, the curtains open, letting all the natural afternoon light in. 

My laptop is set up and a playlist of feel good songs is playing softly through its speakers. 

I can’t help myself. 

I start to cry, and I clamp a hand over my mouth, looking around at the room.

How could I have not seen this?

“Oh no, you’re crying. What is it? Can I fix it? What can I do? Tell me what I can do?” Penelope rushes over, her hands running over my arm. 

JJ, Emily, and Hotch enter at her exclamation. JJ is holding a fresh set of clothes for me.

“They’re good tears, Pen, they’re good.” 

The feeling in my chest is warm.

They move around me, hands coming to gently grasp at me.

“I just forgot that I have a family. I don’t know how but I did.”

Aaron smiles at me.

“And man does it feel good to be reminded.”

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Guys Like You Chapter 13

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter:  13

Chapter Summary:  I’ll trade your truth bomb with one of my own

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut. Tons of dialogue. I had trouble getting this one the way I liked it. It’s been rewritten a few times now.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8} {Chapter 9} {Chapter 10} {Chapter 11} {Chapter 12}

Henry's blood ran cold, his stomach dropping to his feet, his chest tightening like a vise. What was she saying? Had he made her feel inadequate? Like she wasn't good enough for him? Had he not paid enough attention to her? Why did she feel like this?

"Faye." Henry finally forced out, crossing the small room to sit on the edge of her bed, trying to collect himself before starting this conversation in earnest.

"It's ok, Henry. You're not going to hurt my feelings. I know I'm not a catch by any means. I mean... who wants used goods?"

"Faye." Henry repeated, more firmly this time. He took a slow breath before turning to face her more. "You need to stop. Just... stop."

"Henry, I know it's difficult, but it's something you need to hear."

"No. It's not. Faye... I don't care what other people have to say, because you know what? Whenever I picture myself happy anymore, it's with you. You're what I want. I want all of it. You're so much more than you think you are. You're a talented artist, an amazing mother and one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. Inside and out."

"Do you really expect me to believe that? You're an A-list movie star."

"And you're beautiful enough to catch my eye without even trying. I don't care what the rest of the world has to say. I want you. You make me happy. My home is wherever you and the baby are. I... fuck it, I love you Faye, and I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you like I should have."

"Henry, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm the problem."

"No, you're not. You make me happy. I want you. I love you." Henry insisted, gently taking her shoulders in his hands and looking deep into her eyes as he spoke. "Now please. Stop saying such terrible things about the woman I love."

"I... I just feel like I don't deserve you." Faye admitted, lowering her gaze and wiping at the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She had to stay strong. She couldn't let him see her cry.

"You make me the luckiest man in the world every time you look my way. I'm crazy about you, and I mean everything I said." Henry assured, pulling her to his chest and wrapping her tight in his arms. "Move in with me?"

"What?" Faye breathed, her voice catching on a barely suppressed sob.

"I hate being so far away. It's not home without you two."

"That's not going to work out, Henry. There's no yard for Kal here, and not enough space in Kensington for everyone either."

"Then we'll find a new place. Whatever place you like. As long as I'm with you two, it's home to me."

"Options are a little limited. I can't move too far from here. This is where my job is."

"We will find you something wherever we go. You hate it there anyway."

"But my visa..."

"You worry too much."

"You don't worry enough!"

"Keep your job until we find somewhere you like. Then we will find you something there before you quit. I have thought things through, darling."

"What if I can't find anything?"

"Absolute worst case scenario, I can make up some bullshit job you do for me until something else comes up. Please, Faye? I'm going crazy being so far from you two."

"I'll think about it." Faye finally relented.

"That I can work with. Now while we're thinking, can we rethink what you're wearing to the premiere? It's the first time I'm showing my girlfriend to the public, and while you're beautiful in anything you wear, I'd really like to spoil you for the occasion."

"Like you spoil Briar?"

"I do not spoil her."

"Ice cream even though she didn't finish her dinner? Four bedtime stories? The fact that you are currently covered in pony stickers and glitter?"

"I see nothing wrong with any of it. I haven't seen her for a long time."

"Spoiling her."

"Fine then, I'm gonna spoil both my girls." Henry huffed, squeezing her a little tighter.

"Already have the baby spoiled." Faye insisted, fighting back a yawn, the emotional drain of their conversation finally taking its toll.

"Then it's her mum's turn. I'll call my stylist and see what he can do for you."

"Oh, Mr. Fancy with his stylist."

"Would you really trust me to dress myself for these things?"

"I'm imagining the blue tank top and your booty shorts for some reason."

"Which one? I have several blue vests."

"It's a tank top."

"England."

"I don't care what you say, it's not a vest."

"It is here."

"You know, I'd ask if you wanted to join me for a shower to get all that glitter off of you, but you'd probably have some bizarre English way of saying that too, and I just don't have the energy for that right now."

"No, I'm fine with however you say it, as long as I'm joining."

"You'd say anything for the chance to bone me again."

"That is true. Now let's go shower."

"Such a horn dog!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just sitting here holding a gorgeous woman and talking about getting her wet and naked and slippery. Forgive me for reading too far into that."

"I said you could shower with me, not that I was gonna get you off."

"You act like I'm above fucking my fist while standing in the back of the shower staring you." Henry scoffed, tossing Faye onto his shoulder and carrying her down the hall to the shower, ignoring her indignant squeals of protest.

"Henry!" Faye finally snapped when he had closed the bathroom door behind himself, finally earning an amused hum from the man carrying her around. "Put me down!"

"Fine." He sighed, gently setting her down, sending a mischievous glance her way before his fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, quickly jerking them and her panties down as he dropped to his knees, diving in to lick a stripe between her folds.

"What the... oh fuck." Faye sighed, her eyes fluttering closed, one hand resting on his head as she kicked one foot free of her clothing, Henry wasting no time in throwing it over his shoulder, to grant himself better access. His tongue was relentless, alternating between plunging inside of her, to flicking across her clit, to lapping up every drop of arousal he could, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer as he worked her over, spurred on by the whispered sound of his name falling from her lips.

"F-fuck... Henry!" Faye groaned, her hips and thighs tensing as she felt herself being drawn closer and closer to the edge, Henry latching onto her needy bundle of nerves, sucking hard while working it with his tongue, sending her crashing into her orgasm. If it hadn't been for his hands holding her ass so tightly, Faye was pretty sure she would have fallen from the force of her climax, months of pent up frustration being released in one toe curling orgasm.

"Damn it, Henry. A little warning next time."

"It's not exactly surprise oral if I warn you." Henry teased, reluctantly letting her go and standing back up to turn on the shower.

"Nice ass." Faye teased, swatting at him as soon as he bent over, her target chuckling and shaking his head at her antics.

"And you keep saying I'm the dork."

"You're my dork."

"Mmhmm. I'm starting to think you may be the dork in this relationship." Henry teased, pulling his shirt off while the water warmed and setting it on the countertop, Faye's intense gaze locking on him not going unnoticed. "Uhh, my eyes are up here, Miss Warren."

"I know. Just enjoying the rest of the view. You know what would make it better? If you took your pants off."

"And you keep saying I'm the one with a problem."

"Your current problem is too much pants." Faye taunted, pulling her old t-shirt off and sliding past him to get in the shower.

"Really? I could have sworn my problem was lack of pussy." Henry shot back, hurried hands working on his belt. Faye was innocently washing her hair when he finally fought his way free of the rest of his clothing, his greedy paws wasting no time in palming her breasts.

"Warning!" Faye gasped, grabbing onto his wrists to keep her balance.

"How's this for a warning? I'm gonna fuck you up against that wall." Henry explained, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a passionate kiss before she could protest. His hands slid slowly down her body, caressing her skin with the pads of his fingers, her arms winding around his neck, trying to pull him closer.

"Hold on." Henry instructed, his hands venturing to her ass, grabbing generous handfuls and lifting her up, Faye clinging to him, the peril of their actions not lost on her. They were both one slip away from a world of hurt.

Henry was careful with her, gently pressing her back against the shower wall, kissing and nipping at the junction of her shoulder, slowly adjusting their limbs to his satisfaction before reaching around her hip and thigh, gripping himself tightly to seek out her entrance.

"Go slow." Faye requested, biting her lip at the burning stretch she was slowly becoming used to.

"I will." Henry assured, making sure he was stable and Faye was secure in his grasp before he began slowly rolling his hips into her, leaning back just enough to watch her face changing from somewhat pained, to content to desperate all within a few deep thrusts. He continued his languid pace, a shudder going down his spine as she grew more and more frantic at his slow, deep thrusts, her nails digging into his shoulders as she squirmed in his grasp, trying to gain anymore friction she could.

"Fuck slow, I want it now." Faye groaned, one hand sliding from his shoulders down between their bodies to work her sensitized clit.

"Then come for me, beautiful." Henry groaned, trying to catch a glimpse of Faye's hand working herself, his pace increasing until she was squeezing around him moaning softly and bucking her hips through her high.

"Fuck..." Faye groaned, her nails digging into his shoulder harder when his pace only increased at her release, her legs twitching and jerking with over sensitization.

"Almost... almost." Henry panted, seeming to read her mind as he desperately sought his own release. Faye held on to him tighter, feeling another coil forming in her belly, promising another release.

"Can you...?" Henry panted, his movements becoming sloppier as he neared his finish, though desperate to hold on until finished again.

"No... too much..." Faye groaned, her hips rolling into his in spite of her words, desperate for just one more. "Fuck..." She hissed, biting down on his chest as she came again, Henry quickly following behind her.

"Are you ok?" Henry asked once he caught his breath, carefully detangling himself from her and gently setting her back on her feet.

"Yeah... I'm great." Faye sighed, shooting him a relaxed grin. "You know, if this is how it's going to be after every time we argue, I may start having to pick fights with you more often."

"Or you could just ask me 'wanna fuck?' And I'll gladly do this all over again." Henry suggested.

"That would save me the trouble of having to find something to be mad at you about."

"Help keep my hair from going any more gray, too." Henry chuckled, pecking a quick kiss to her lips when she tried to lean around him for her loofah.

"Mmm, silver fox."

"Keep it up." Henry pouted, grabbing the soap from her and dumping some into his hand, working it into a lather to wash away the sweat. It wasn't until he reached his legs that a thought occurred to him, his brows furrowing as he let it bounce around his brain for a second.

"Oh shit!"

"What?" Faye half yelped, turning wide eyes up to him.

"I... fuck... I didn't think to use a condom." Henry groaned, letting his head drop against the tile.

"Oh... well... once should be fine, right?"

"It doesn't matter if it is, we agreed I'd wear one, and I didn't."

"Can you not beat yourself up over this?"

"You were very specific about always using protection."

"Well the fact that you're upset about it says a lot." Faye offered, running her fingers along his jaw. "We'll just need to be more careful."

"Should we use Plan B?" Henry suggested, finally forcing his gaze up to meet hers. "I don't want to put you into an uncomfortable position."

"Henry. Deep breath. It's fine. Everything is fine. My period ended two days ago. We're ok. Stop worrying yourself over it."

"Can I still feel like shit about it?"

"By all means."

[tsarisfanfiction]

Pls could you do 25 and Virgil for the whump prompts, you're the best 💚

His Hands

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Virgil, Gordon

25) “I’ve never smashed anyone’s hand with a hammer before so this is going to be a first for both of us.”

I have to admit, coming up with a plot for this was hard because of my 'no permanent maiming' stance. Even I draw the line at wrecking Virgil's hands! He needs those! But I figured something out eventually, even if Scott's fuming in the back of my head because I told him he wasn't allowed to poke his head in this time. Not that he didn't still try...

Warning for a character throwing up.

100 Whump Dialogue Prompts

Virgil still wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up in his current situation. They all knew that the well-known Tracy Fortune had painted targets on all of their backs, but this didn’t feel like a normal kidnapping.

Normal kidnappers didn’t have an array of tools ranging from things found in a farm shed to what looked uncomfortably like dentistry equipment, and they generally didn’t have questions, either. Demands for money, instructions on how to act for the camera – Virgil was, unfortunately, familiar with both of those. But this was different.

This was less like people trying to get a few quick bucks and more like something that curled his stomach up in queasy knots if he contemplated it for too long. He knew, of course, that he knew a lot of things that some parties would do a lot to know. The Hood was a prime example of that, with his dogged determination to get hold of anything and everything International Rescue.

He’d just never thought he’d end up in the hands of one of those parties.

There were no stories about what sort of things people would do to get knowledge. Not first-hand ones. But Virgil didn’t need stories of what really went down when he’d seen enough tv dramas as a teenager and, more vividly, Scott after he’d finally come home.

His imagination was more than prolific enough to come up with multiple scenarios for each item he could see in his immediate vicinity, and with each one his stomach was knotting tighter and tighter, and the bile was rising higher.

Scott had had training and he’d still been a ghost of himself for those first few months. Sometimes, if something went just the wrong shade of wrong, that ghost flickered to the surface again even now.

Virgil tried to wrench his thoughts to something else, something less horrifying, but a vivid imagination could be a curse as much as a blessing, and as rugged fingers, tattooed with thick black ink in words he couldn’t read from that angle, closed around the first implement in reach, he felt all the blood drain from his face.

Some of the man’s teeth were rotten, a charcoal deepening to black with splinters of gunmetal sparking across them. Others were fake, shining vibrantly gold and jarringly pure against the smoky, coal-like tar that made up the rest of the mouth.

“Well?” Thin, bloodless lips shaped the word before returning to a madman’s grin.

Virgil kept his own mouth firmly shut. Information on the security of their ‘birds, of their home was something he knew he couldn’t give up. No matter what. Even if he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the gleaming iron, mind conjuring scenario after scenario about what the man could be intending to do with it.

“Nothing at all?” His voice was a leer; there was no disappointment at Virgil’s silence and that scaredhim. “Well, if you’re sure.” Another pregnant pause, and something cool and wet slid down the back of Virgil’s neck. “I’ve never smashed anyone’s hand with a hammer before so this is going to be a first for both of us.”

The hands in question were cuffed to a table, palms down. No amount of tugging was going to get them free but even the idea of that big, heavy hammer crashing down onto them was enough to provoke Virgil into yanking with all of his strength, showing weakness be damned. They were his hands, the things he created with, saved people with, treated his family’s injuries with.

He knew enough to know that no amount of surgery would ever be able to save his hands if the hammer was brought down.

His hands were his life. Without them-

But the other option was to talk. To put his family at risk. To bring this man and whatever forces he had behind him down on his brothers. Brothers who also knew a lot. Who knew more than he did.

His hands, or his brothers.

It wasn’t a choice. It couldn’t be a choice.

“No?”

Virgil closed his eyes and tried to pretend there wasn’t pressure building behind his eyes, tried to pretend his lungs weren’t heaving and his throat wasn’t choking. Tried to pretend this wasn’t happening.

Something that large displaced a lot of air as it was swung, and no amount of tugging or desperate breathing could drown out the whooshit made.

BANG.

Someone screamed.

It took Virgil a moment to realise it wasn’t him.

Another bang. And another.

Angry shouting. Tar-and-gold-mouth didn’t sound pleased.

Virgil cracked an eye open to be assaulted by the most hideously orange ensemble he’d ever seen. Tangerine, with a dash of something that looked almost salmon and intertwined with saffron, blocked his view of his would-be interrogator.

“Get out.”

There was only one person who would wear such an offensive combination of colours. Gordon’s voice was ice. Jarringly so; Virgil was used to laughter in his wingman’s voice, a joy about life that steadfastly refused to be silenced. To hear it so frigid was terrifying in its own way.

The skittering indicated that the aquanaut’s order was hurriedly obeyed. Still, it was several long, uneven breaths before his brother moved.

“Did he hurt you?”

Gordon’s garish fashion selection wasn’t enough to distract from the gun slipped into a hidden holster as he turned. Lockpicks sprang into nimble fingers instead, and in moments Virgil’s hands were free.

He yanked them to his chest immediately.

“Virgil?” His brother’s deep amber eyes were scrutinising him in a manner that proved that Gordon and Scott were definitely related. “Hey, we’re gonna get out of here, okay? He’s gone, and the GDF will pick him up. It’s over.”

It was only then that Virgil realised his hands were shaking violently. His hands.

His hands.

He threw up, not quite missing the eye-searing shirt and definitely not missing the rainbow sneakers on his brother’s feet. Gordon didn’t even blink.

“Come on, big guy,” the blond coaxed. He didn’t offer him any help, and Virgil was unendingly thankful for that. It hurt, because touch was a love language they shared, but right now he knew he just couldn’t.

He stumbled to his feet, hands still clenched tightly against his chest, and lumbered around the table to stand with his brother.

Crimson caught his eye, a spatter staining the edge of the table. On the ground, the hammer gleamed, but the angle of the light was all wrong, a dent in the metal that hadn’t been there when he’d seen it earlier. When it was about to come crashing down and-

It was only bile the second time, but it splattered down his shirt and caught the toes of his boots all the same.

“Let’s get out of here.” Gordon somehow coaxed him into moving without ever touching him, and Virgil found himself following his brother out the room, down a short corridor, and then out into a twilight glow that implied he’d been imprisoned longer than he’d realised.

A dragonfly pod was waiting, surrounded by GDF as they swarmed over the property. Gordon beelined for it and the uniformed officers parted in a sea of French grey before them. No-one even attempted to intercept either of them, and Virgil wondered just what look was on Gordon’s face.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

He clambered into the back seat without any prompting, well aware that he was in no condition to pilot, and huddled under the harness as Gordon lifted them smoothly into the sky, away from men with rotting teeth and gold fillings and hammers and towards the safety of the same family he’d almost lost his hands defending.

It would have been worth it. That, Virgil knew without a shadow of a doubt. It didn’t stop the little sob slipping out as he curled protectively around his hands and tried to keep his breathing steady.

[bangbangchanie]

NCT 127: Soulmate au Senarios

Hey so we’re back!! Admin Whinnie here we’ll be The tiktok soulmate trend really got to me lol, decied to drive in deep and do all 23 memebers!! So keep and eyes out for NCT Dream, WayV and a NCT U verision for the two newest memebers!! 

Taeil:

“내 목숨보다 소중한 그댈 보내지 못해” Your voice sang, making a smile curl up on his face, the image of you singing along to his voice as you got ready for your date. The idea of you, harmonizing with him nodding his head as he starts to sing back, making you giggle half way through.

“Hyung you’re missing lines.” Doyoung chuckled, making Taeil stop as he smiled at him, making Doyoung raise an eyebrow as he chuckled.

“She's singing my song...so I decided to sing with her.” His words had Doyoung's smile drop, fascination spreading through his eyes as he stared at him. “I love singing with her like this, I can hear her laugh as she sings, it..it gets me through this. Sometimes when we’re on tour I’ll hear her scream back at your guys parts but she's always quiet during mine.” He shakes his head as he adjusts his top waiting for your message that you were ready to be picked up.

“Why's that?”

“Cause she says my voice is her favorite, and it's the only part of the song she can hear when we’re on tour.” He laughs as Doyoung follows.

“I can’t wait to meet mine..I don't hear them very often so I wonder what it's like.”

“It's like...like magic..that's the best way to explain it.”

Johnny:

“Hey,hey, hey you you I don't like your girlfriend…” A voice rang out in Johnny's  head, making a smile spread across his face, he couldn’t help but chuckle as your voice rang through his head. The idea of you jamming out in your shared bedroom had his cheek turning red as he looked to see Mark and Ten staring at him. “No way no way, I think you need a new one!”

Your off tone pitch made him shut his eyes as he let out a laugh making Marks eyes widen as he looked at the older.

“She is absolutely horrible.” His laughter made Ten and Mark follow as Marks hand slams onto the table they were sitting at. Their laughter had Johnny's eyes snapping as he huffed at the two and glared playfully.“Only I can laugh at her and her singing… her horrible singing. God I love her.”

Taeyong:

“We're the new heroes!”  Was shouted in his head, followed by a crackled cough making his eyes widen as he blinks rapidly. The sweat dripped down his face as he looked at the makeup artist who was dobbing the sweat off of his skin as Ten performed his stage.

“They're here” He whispers, making them stop as he sees Kia stop and turn his head over to him. “They're singing Tens song. They’re singing Ten songs..they're screaming. They're here.”

“Tae..thousands of people are here.” Kia sadly sighed making Tayong let out a huff as he felt tears gother up in the condor of his eyes.

“My soulmate is in this building, I can hear them. But I..no I have..” He felt a hand on his shoulder making him look to see Taemin, a small smile on the olders faces as he squeezed Tayongs shoulder. ”Hyung they're here, I could..I could see them..hold them tonight.”

“I know.” Tamin said as Tayong felt something press under his eyes, they were whipping his tears away. Cause even though you were in the building, there was no way he could get to you.

Jaehyun:

“Now suddenly you're asking for it back. Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?” The sound of your voice entered his mind as his eyes opened, staring at wall, the sound was full of pain. The cracks in your voice had his heart hurting, as his hand ran through his hair. His mind rushing with a lot of scenarios, but one, one kept playing over and over.

Someone hurt you. Someone took your heart, your love and threw it in your face.

It made anger rush through his chest as he sat up and took a deep breath, hand grabbing his phone as he looked through his music app.

“Took a while, I was in denial when I first heard. That you moved on quicker than I could've ever, you know that hurt.” He heard a sob making his heart lurch, pain spreading through him as he dropped his phone. God did he wish he could just hold you, wipe your tears, kiss the top of your head. Promise he would never let go. Never break your heart. Never leave you. And how he’d work to prove that to you. So he went over to his piano, sat down, and started to play a song that he can’t wait to sing to you in person.

“I'm so in love with you And I hope you know Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold”

Doyoung:

Doyoung sat there, his eyes closed as he nervously stared at the camera in front of him, comments began scrolling rapidly as the staff behind him nodd. Encouraging him to sing the song he planned to cover during this live. He rolled his lip between the teeth as he smiled brightly at the screen.

“Um so I’ve been wanting to cover a song for a while now..one that means a lot to me and probably a lot of you..I hope you guys like it.”He paused as he started to play the keys, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath and let the song pass his lips. “How can you miss someone you've never met? 'Cause I need you now but I don't know you yet ,But can you find me soon because I'm in my head? Yeah, I need you now but I don't know you yet.” he let out a breath as he continued, hearing you slowly hum the song back, making his eyes water as he looked at the screen and smiled. The next verse finished in his head making him pause as he let out airy chuckle as he looked to the live. The comments went crazy, especially as he kept playing the song but missed the last verse. One sticking out.

His soulmates finishing the song for him, has to be, he nodded slowly as he listened to your voice.

“Yeah, lately it's been hard,They're sellin' me for parts,And I don't wanna be modern art,But I only got half a heart to give to you,And I hope it's enough.”

“I need you now but I don't know you yet.”

Yuta:

His eyes stare up at the moon, standing outside in the balcony of yet another hotel room as he felt tears gother in his eyes. Four mouths, without you near him factimes and long distance calls though he misses your touch most of all. The feeling of the burn that ran around the ring of his eyes had him sniffling as he looked down at his hands when he heard your voice. “'Cause I never knew, I never knew,You could hold moonlight in your hands 'Til the night I held you You are my moonlight,Moonlight.” He felt his hand slightly shake as he let out a chuckle, that stupid Ariana Grande song that you sang every day since he met you. “I kiss his fingertips,As I'm wishing he's all mine.” He let out a breath as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the brick wall.

“Baby, I be fallin',You're my moonlight, Moonlight.” he paused as he heard you chuckle , he imagined you smiling brightly up at your bedroom ceiling. Or staring at your phone waiting for a call. Waiting for him. So he did just that.

“Hey moonlight, I missed you.” Your voice traveled quickly to his ear as he saw a static version of you on his screen. In one of his sweaters, probably sitting at your desk, getting ready to do an online class.

“I miss you too.”

“I was trying to sing you to sleep but I guess it just kept you awake instead.”

“I like this better anyway.”

Jungwoo:

“ Baby 네게 반해버린 내게 왜 이래 두렵다고 물러서지 말고 그냥 내게 맡겨봐라 어때 my lady.”Jungwoo's eyes suddenly widened as he looked up from his food, his mouth stopping mid chew as he let out a whine. Jaehyung let out a snort as he watched the younger struggle once again.“Ring ding dong, ring ding dongRing diggy ding diggy ding ding ding”

“Im literally gonna kill her, this is the fifth time today she sang this song.” Jungwoo let out dropping his chop stick with a frustrated breath. “Why can't she get one of our songs stuck in her head, like I can block that out easily but no she does this. I'm gonna kill her when I meet her.” He let out as Jaehyung's eyes stayed wide , watching as they usually claimed Jungwoo lost it. “I mean I'll squish her in a hug, but this come on”

“Jungwoo..ring ding dong, ring di-hey that was the last dumpling!”

Mark:

Mark eyes trail across the thousands of green light sticks, the sea of fans had his heart beating out of his chest. Some faces were caught with the right lighting but there truly was only one face he wanted to see and that was yours. He wanted to hear your voice. But he knew he had to wait. Wait till he was back in his hotel room, so the two of you could sing together  as he laid in bed eating his meal while you were at home doing school work. So far away, yet your connection brings you close together. Closer than he ever thought you could be.”I just want you to knowThat I really, really think you're something special Wanna try hard to show Make it sweet, sweet, sweet wherever we go.” He heard right as they did their final bow, making him smile as he started to hum to tone back to you. Wanting to wait to sing your song aloud when he was alone in the room since Yuta ws going to do a vlive with Johnny tonight. He couldn't wait to sing for you.

“Just to have you baby, by my side Love would be the only rule You're gonna see, baby, how hard I can try None will ever do so well Like a load of farming, fairy tale.” He sang back as he was changing, it was softly a whisper tone, but Hechan had caught it, a teasing smile on his face as Mark tried to shake his head but Hechans teasing had already slipped past his lips.

“Someone in loveeee.”

“Shut up you idiot.”

Heachan:

Taking a deep breath in, you rub your eyes, the memory of the heated argument you had with your boyfriend, your soulmate Donghuck made your chest ache. The words he had said to you had cut you deep, had made you question if the universe really did make a mistake parking the two of you. You know he didn't mean the words, at least not fully. His face had etched itself into your mind the way it changed when he realized what he had said. The way you had taken a step back, arms curling around you as you let out a soft whine when he reached for you. Rushing away from the practice room you had bothered him in.

“And I know there's no making this right, this right And I know there's no changing your mind, your mind. But we both found each other tonight, tonight.” His voice rings through your head making you pout as you feel tears build up in the corner of your eyes, the heels of your hands push up against your eyes as you slowly snag along with his voice.

“If love is nothing more than just a waste of your time..then waste it on me waste it on me.” You whispered, your eyes closing as you heard his voice trail off then a knock on your apartment door had you sitting up and rushing to open it. There he stood, eyes staring down at you as he pulled you into a hug.

“I love you.”

[auro-ora]

Burning Desires

Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1,378 Summary: Bucky is your best friend and your crush. Things change when he’s seen making out with a girl in the common room and she doesn’t appear to leave. Warnings: angst, heartache, mentions of sex but nothing explicit. 

Notes: I woke up and this was the kind of mood I was in :c I doubt I’ll write a part 2 to this since I have too many to write atm but we’ll see!

The solid lump in your throat seemed impossible to swallow down. Tears refusing to go away as you looked at the scene in front of you; your crush and best friend Bucky making out with some redhead on the couch in the common room for the whole compound to see. Stuck in place you couldn’t move, your eyes focusing solely on their lips and tongues. Her long fingers raking through his beautiful brown hair, his bearded chin flush against hers. She lets go of his hair and instead runs her hand up and down his thigh, a moan falling from his lips when she runs her fingers over his bulge. 

“Come on Y/N move will- oh that’s fucking gross. Get a room you two!” Sam scoffed, throwing an apple at Bucky’s head. You turned and left before anyone saw the un-shed tears in your eyes. The high pitched laughter that came from the common room made your heart sink. With blurry eyes, you staggered back to your room, alone like you usually were.

The day goes by in a flash. You’ve spent the day cooped up in your room with your thoughts and muddled feelings. When you felt stressed or upset, you would draw in your pad. You wanted to, but the motivation to do just that didn’t come as much as you hoped. So you just sat cross legged on your bed staring out at the world. Thinking about the scenario you saw earlier, thinking you and him doing that. 

It was crazy since he was one of your best friends. The moment you met you instantly clicked to each other like a missing piece of puzzle. His room was just 2 doors down from yours and Steve even arranged you and Bucky to go on missions together since you worked in sync. You’ve known Bucky for five years now, he was single for those five years with the odd girl who came home with him but left the next day. At that time it didn’t bother you, everyone deserves some kind of pleasure in their lives and sex was such a great stress reliever. Unfortunately for you and your loyalty to Bucky, you missed out.

You chose not to bring men home to your room and use them, partially because you were scared about what Bucky would think, what he would say. Though the two of you were the best of friends, he was overbearing and extremely protective of you. Remembering clearly how he broke some guy’s arm from just looking at you like you were a piece of meat. 

A knock on your door interrupts your thoughts. You yell a ‘come in’ and Steve pops his head in with a sandwich and some tea in his hand. “Hey. Thought you might want something to eat since you missed dinner. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for the sandwich.” you smiled weakly, not having the strength. “Alright, you know where I am if you need anything.” Steve squeezes your shoulder comfortingly, or painfully since he underestimates his strength in his hands. “Thanks Steve.” He nods and leaves and just as you’re about to take a bite, there is another knock on your door and this time Bucky pops his head in.

“Hey doll. Steve told me you were here. I came to ask if you wanted to go to the movie theater and watch that new movie you mentioned?” Your face lit up like a showcase of fireworks. “Just you and I?” You bit your lip and waited anxiously for the next words to come out of his mouth, but now you wished you never asked. “Uh no. I was taking Cassandra out on a date but you’re more than welcome to join us.” Your face dropped to your lap and you picked the bread on the plate. “Oh I think I’ll pass. I’m going this weekend with Nat anyway.” his hopeful smile dropped into a frown but he nodded anyway.

“Okay. That’s fine, just thought I’d ask.” As soon as he turned around to leave, a sob broke out and you broke down. Losing your appetite, you walked into the bathroom and closed the door tightly, turning the shower on to a warm temperature. Removing your clothes and letting your hair fall loose, you curl up on the shower floor crying your heart out.

***

You were tucked up in bed by 11 p.m. and still crying. It was just so difficult to pull yourself together. Those same high pitched laughters echoed through the halls and you sniffed. You thought you heard some footsteps stop outside your door, but you must have been mistaken when you soon heard Bucky’s door slam shut. You sighed and rolled onto your other side, closing your eyes and begging sleep to come soon. 

The next day, things didn’t get better. You saw them together in the kitchen and hid behind the wall, she was wearing just his shirt and his sweatpants were hanging low. They were making out again in the kitchen and you heard him moan. “Fuck that feels good.” you felt sick, only imagining what they were doing. “Come on, let’s go back to bed for another round.” you didn’t move in time and pretended to have only just arrived.

“Oh hey doll.” he smiled and used his girl as a shield to cover his front. Their hands were intertwined. Another lump in your throat prevented you from speaking, you faked a smile and moved around them to the kitchen. “Y/N, are you okay?” Bucky asked from behind you. “I’m fine.” your voice cracked but you busied yourself making coffee. “Okay. You know where I am if you need me.” those words penetrated your heart like a knife wound. You know if you ever did need him, he wouldn’t have any time for you. With a quick nod of your head, you heard them leave and it was only when you were alone again did the tears roll down your cheeks. 

“Y/N?” Steve gently gripped your shoulders and spun you around. You buried your face in his chest and cried, wetting his white tee shirt but neither of you cared. What Steve did care about though was you. He was probably one of the few who knew how much you loved Bucky and he thought Bucky felt the same way. He still believes Bucky does. “It’s okay. I got you.” he cooed with a kiss to your crown. Bucky walked in minutes later since he forgot some bottles of water from the refrigerator. His eyebrows creased and eyes narrowed at you two embracing each other. Bucky was riddled with jealousy though he had no right to be. He slammed the refrigerator door harder than he meant to and both yours heads whipped to your left to see his broody figure.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked pointing to the two of you. Steve smiled sheepishly and pulled away. “She was upset and I comforted her.” Steve shook his head and left you alone with Bucky. You bounced on the balls of your feet, a burning look in his eyes. “Why are you upset?” you shrugged before you answered, “It’s no big deal.” Bucky scoffed and slammed the two bottles of water down on the counter causing you to flinch backwards. “No big deal huh? You’re crying and seeking comfort in my best friend and when I asked you when you first got here you said you were fine? Are we not friends anymore?”

That was a good question and it was the question you didn’t have the answer to. Were you still friends? Did you want to stay friends? 

“I need an answer Y/N.” Bucky demanded, his nostrils flared and eyes wild. You stammered over your words, not knowing what to say. “Alright. Then we’re not friends.” Bucky picked up the two bottles of water and stormed out of the kitchen without looking back. You fell to the ground holding your chest. Fresh new hot tears ran free, you gasped for air as the realization of what your silence just did. What your burning jealousy has done. Realization that your best friend, the one friend you could always rely on, was no longer your friend.

@jobean12-blog​ @marvelgirl7​

[weasleysimp394]

Boggart [F.W.]

word count - 1.4k

Fred Weasley x Reader

A/N - please be nice lmao this is my first time writing an imagine. This story is based on what I imagine my own boggart would be.

TW - self h*rm (scratching), depression and anxiety, mention of a su*cide attempt, and monophobia (i think that’s what it’s called; fear of abandonment)

Background info - in this scenario, Newt Scamander was born in 1978, the same year as you and the twins, and Lupin wasn’t fired in your 5th year.

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In your sixth year, you take Defence Against the Dark Arts for a NEWT level with your friends George and Newt. There are Fewer students than in your OWL classes, so often times your classes are a mix of students from all four houses. 

Today in DADA Professor Lupin is reviewing Boggarts and has brought one from Snape’s potions stores for you and your classmates to practice on. The cabinet in the corner rattles and shakes while Professor Lupin talks about how he had to convince Professor Snape to let him take the boggart instead of just letting Snape deal with it. “remember class, if you happen to come across a Boggart outside of school, you should avoid dealing with it alone! Boggarts are best dealt with with other people.” Lupin reminds everyone of the counter curse Riddikulus and instructs everyone to think upon their happiest memory. Memories of the Christmas you spent with your boyfriend Fred and his family resurface in your mind and you smile. You can still smell the crackling fire and taste Mrs. Weasley’s hot chocolate.

You’re jolted back into the present by Lupin’s instructions “think of your greatest fear, and how to turn it into something Jovial!” Your face falls as your anxieties and fear surface from where you keep them buried. While you’re lost in thought Professor Lupin instructs everyone to form a line in front of the cabinet. You find yourself herded fourth in line, behind a gryffindor girl you don’t know, your house prefect Cedric Diggory, and George, with Newt behind you. You watch the gryffindor girl turn her boggart from a mummy into a pile of toilet paper, and the rest of the class laughs while you wrack your brain on how to turn your greatest fear into something laughable. Cedric approaches the boggart and it turns into a dark-haired ravenclaw girl crying and backing away from him. Before you can recognize this as fear of hurting those close to you, Cedrick has turned the boggart into his girlfriend laughing. George approaches the boggart next, and your anxiety heightens.

how do i make this funny?!

You’re wrenched from your thoughts as you watch George cast Riddikulus and the boggart shifts from his twin’s corpse into Fred energetically doing the chicken dance, and the whole class bursts out laughing. “I’ll be right back class!” Lupin says chuckling as he slips into the hallway to talk to Professor McGonagall. 

Your hands shake and you approach the boggart nervously. Fred stops doing the chicken dance and with a pop the boggart turns into your mother looking imperiously at you, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “you’ll never be good enough.” she says, her voice dripping with contempt. With another pop the boggart turns into your father, malice written all over his face. “why can’t you do anything right?” he chuckles, and again the boggart turns into someone else. Your older sister. Your mind goes numb, the counter-spell forgotten. You hear Draco Malfoy laugh as the boggart turns into Newt. “What’s wrong Y/L/N, cat got your tongue?” Draco and boggart Newt wear matching malicious smirks. The rest of class can only stand there, mesmerized.

pop

You choke out a sob as the boggart turns into Fred. Fred, who was always so good at comforting you and making you laugh, was now towering over you, his face uncharacteristically dripping with contempt. You fell to your knees at his words, unable to move. “I never loved you Y/N. I’m leaving.” an evil smirk still painted across boggart Fred’s face. You tore your eyes away from what was now your worst nightmare unfolding before you. You were gone before you could hear Newt shout Riddikulus!, bumping into Professor Lupin in the hallway, tears streaming down your cheeks. You ignored Professor McGonagall and Professor Lupin’s shouts, running to your favorite hiding spot in the castle, where you knew you could be alone.

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“Riddikulus!” Newt shouted, and the boggart now disguised as a writing desk quickly exploded. “Bloody Hell mate, d’you reckon you know where Y/N went?” George said, worry written across his face. “No, but i have a few ideas. I’m going to look for them, and if i can’t find them, i’ll meet you in the great hall.” Newt said, quickly becoming determined to find you before your thoughts could get the best of you. He shuddered, thinking of the night Professor Lupin carried you back to the hufflepuff common room, having found you unconscious at the top of astronomy tower, passed out before you could jump. Newt shook his head and cleared his thoughts, right now he just needed to focus on finding you. He nodded and waved to George as the two boys set off in different directions.

After searching the entire third and fourth floors, Newt trudged down to the great hall, exhausted, discouraged, and really worried. He glanced at the hufflepuff table, laden with food for lunch, then sat down at the gryffindor table, across from Fred and George. “any luck?” Newt asked, glancing at George and picking up a bowl of soup. Fred grimaced at your choice of soup and George shook his head solemnly. “what were you guys doing Georgie?” Fred looked to his twin, curious. Newt nearly choked on his soup. “You didn’t tell him what happened?!?” an oh shit look quickly spread across George’s face while Newt’s spelled shock. He quickly explained to Fred what had happened in Defence against the Dark Arts while George guiltily pushed his food around his plate. As Newt explained what had happened, Fred’s face changed from worry to anger. “Are you both daft?? Why in the bloody hell would you leave her alone?! You should’ve come and found me, I know where she’ll be!”

Fred jumped up out of his seat, shooting a pissed look at a confused Newt and George. He raced up the moving staircases, and climbed a winding staircase up to a tower overlooking the giant squid playing in the lake. Fred’s face softened with worry as he found you curled up there, dozed off, tears staining your red cheeks, your wrists an angry red from being scratched. He knelt in front of you and lifted your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, gently waking you. You look up, confused and dazed as he wipes away your tears. “it’s okay love, i’m here.” he whispers with a sad smile. Your eyes fall, unable to meet his gaze. “it was you. in Professor Lupin’s room. You said you never loved me, and that you were leaving.” Your whole body shakes as sobs wrack your body. “that wasn’t me darling, that was a boggart. I would never say those things.” Fred says softly, catching your hand before you can start scratching again, he gently traces circles on your palm, grounding you. The small tower room is silent for a moment as tears stream down your cheeks. Then you find yourself pushing Fred away, unable to stop your hands. “I don’t deserve this.” you whisper “you should be with someone who’s not... broken.” you choke on another sob.

Fred stands up and picks you up easily, then sits down and gently places you in his lap. His hands circle your waist, and you face him. “listen to me darling, I know you can’t believe me, but i love you with all of my heart. And to me you’re perfect, not broken in the slightest.” He lifts your head up again and forces you to look at him. “I want to be with you.” he whispers and kisses your forehead. You fall forward, burying yourself in his chest, and he rubs your back whispering sweet nothings.

When you’re finally up to it, Fred takes you by the hand and leads you back down to the great hall, where all your friends, George, Newt, Ginny, and Luna earnestly await your return. You eat a grilled cheese sandwich and smile while Newt cheers you up sending his niffler to steal Draco Malfoy’s expensive watch, the hufflepuff egged on by the twins. Fred’s thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand and he whispers “you’re good enough darling.” just for you to hear.

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A/N: thanks a bunch for reading, especially if you made it this far! If you want me to do an imagine/scenario about your boggart, send it to me and i’ll definitely get to you, since this is my first post!

thanks loves, have a magical day! 💛

[sappy-seresin]

quarantine (c.h)

Request: Spending quarantine with your boyfriend Calum and finding out you’re pregnant. You’re nervous about being pregnant with what’s going on in the world, so he comforts you. Ultimate fluff. --------------------

“Good morning, baby,” Calum greets, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead when he noticed that you were awake. 

“Morning,” you murmur, trying to muster up a smile through the nausea that was settling back into your body, even though you’d just woken up. 

“How are you feeling? Any better than last night?” He asks, pushing his computer to the side so that he could wrap you in his arms. You instinctively curl into him, humming at the contact. 

“I still don’t feel great, but it’s definitely better,” you mumble, relaxing as he started drawing soothing circles in your skin.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to the doctor,” the concern in his voice causes a lazy smile to form on your face. 

“Now isn’t really the best time for a doctors appointment Cal,” you remind him. “I really don’t think it’s anything serious, I’m just not quite feeling a hundred percent. I’m sure it’ll pass in a few days.” ----------------------

Much to your dismay, it didn’t pass in a few days. You went through moments of feeling completely fine, and moments of rushing to the bathroom to throw up. You were completely baffled by the fact that it seemed that all you needed to do to feel better at times was allow yourself to get sick. Calum was a trooper through it. He was always holding your hair back when you were throwing up, or pushing meetings back so that he could cuddle with you in bed to help you relax. 

“Yeah, I don’t understand what’s going on,” you sigh into the phone, filling your best friend in on what has been going on. “I feel like such a burden to Calum because he’s constantly taking care of me in some way.” 

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” she responds nonchalantly, making the pot you were washing fall from your hands in shock.

“W-What,” you stutter, surprised by her suggestion. “I can’t be pregnant. There’s no way.” You laugh in disbelief, shaking your head at the idea.

“All I’m saying is that what you’re dealing with sounds a whole lot like morning sickness,” she explains matter-of-factly, and you imagine her shrugging her shoulders. “I know that you and Calum aren’t exactly the type to practice abstinence, so it could be a possibility right? Are you late?” 

“No, at least I don’t think so,” you huff dismissively, gripping your phone in your hand as you make your way towards Calum’s bedroom to check the date on the Calendar. “It’s the fifteenth, right?” 

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Oh my god,” you gasp, your free hand covering your mouth in shock at the realization that you were, in fact, late.

“What? What’s wrong,” she questions, unable to see what was going on.

“I’m late,” you whisper, trying to stay calm as your head spun at the thought that you might actually be pregnant. “Oh my god, what if I’m pregnant.” 

“Listen, it’s probably fine. You guys have had scares like this before. I’m sure it’s nothing,” she dismisses calmly in an attempt to bring you some sort of comfort. “Do you have any tests at Calum’s apartment?”

“No, why would I have pregnancy tests lying around Calum’s apartment?” I whisper-shout, an overwhelming amount of stress hitting at once.

“Again, it’s probably nothing but you should probably invest in a few pregnancy tests, just in case.” she suggests, and you nod in agreement. “No matter what happens, I’m here supporting you, and I know that Calum will be too. Try not to worry about it too much, okay?” --------------------

You did worry about it. All you’d been able to do since that phone call was worry about the possibility of being pregnant. As soon as you got off the phone that day, you ordered multiple pregnancy tests from your local drug store online trying to keep from going into public in the midst of a pandemic. 

Calum quickly caught on that there was something wrong, but you used the excuse that you still just weren’t feeling quite right. He wasn’t entirely convinced, but he decided not to push it because he didn’t want to upset you further. 

A day after you ordered the tests a knock came at the door, tearing your attention from the weekly zoom call you and Calum had with the rest of the band. 

“I’ll get it,” you murmur sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before sauntering towards the door.

“Good afternoon, I’ve got a delivery for Y/l/n,” the mailman greets, looking down at the package in his hands. 

“Thank you so much,” you smile, feeling your stomach drop at what was inside the package. You gingerly take the box from him, wishing him a nice rest of his day, before pulling the door shut. Knowing that you needed to get back to the call before the boys started asking questions, you hid the package in Calum’s bedroom before returning to the couch next to him.

“Who was it, Y/n,” Luke questions, shooting you a bright smile.

“Just the mailman,” you shrug, thankful that they didn’t ask anymore questions. You found yourself zone out throughout the call, unable to really focus on the conversations from that point on. After about ten minutes of listening to the boys talk, you excused yourself telling Calum that you weren’t feeling well again and wanted to lie down. The boys wished you well before you sauntered towards Calum’s room, wanting to get a test over with so that you’d know whether or not you needed to worry.  ------------

You stare down at the pregnancy test in shock; unsure how to feel as two lines stare back at you tauntingly. Your jaw drops in disbelief and you choose to take two more tests, unsure of how reliable one tests results would be. Your uncertainty about the results diminishes as the other two support what the first test already told you. 

“I-I’m pregnant,” you choke out, tears sliding down your cheeks. Realization settles in even deeper at the words that rolled off of your tongue. 

“I’m pregnant,” you whisper, unable to move as panic settled in your chest. The current state of the world came to mind, seemingly paralyzing you at the thought of bringing a baby into the world in the middle of a pandemic. The bathroom seems to spin as irrational scenarios begin rolling through your mind; quiet sobs falling from your lips.

“Babe, are you okay?” Calum asks, softly knocking on the door before walking in at your lack of response. His eyes shoot open when they land on your shaking figure seated on the floor. He rushes to you with a concerned look on his face, dropping on the floor next to you. His movements halt when his eyes meet your own; tears falling from your eyes freely. 

“Calum, I think I’m pregnant,” you sniffle, watching him carefully as his expression contorts into one of confusion. 

“What,” he murmurs in shock, his eyes trailing to the pregnancy tests in your hands.”You’re pregnant?” His eyes meet yours again before falling back on the tests. He takes them into his hands, studying them, before an excited smile takes over his face. 

“We’re having a baby?” his mumbles, tears filling his own eyes as his hand moves to cup your cheek, catching your tears with his thumb. “Babe, I can’t believe this. We’re having a baby!” His excitement matched that of a kid in a candy store as the realization settled in.

You want to smile at how precious he was being, and how he was handling the situation but you couldn’t breathe. Up to this point in the quarantine, you’ve been worried about getting the virus, but now you hold the responsibility of two people and that seems like too much.

“Hey,” he calls, pulling you away from your thoughts. His eyes searching yours for an understanding of what you’re thinking. “This is a good thing, right?”

Guilt began settling in your chest as the excitement in his eyes dissolved at your emotional reaction.

“Yeah, yeah it’s a good thing,” you nod shooting him a genuine smile, attempting to compose yourself.

“Then, what’s wrong?” He breathes, and you take a note to thank him later for being so patient with you. 

“I’m really scared, Cal,” you admit, looking down at the pregnancy tests on the floor by your legs. “What if I get sick? I mean, we’re in the middle of a worldwide pandemic! What if the baby gets sick because of me?” 

His face softens, a look of understanding crossing his face at your fear for the baby register in his mind. He pulls you into his arms, protectively tucking you in his embrace to help bring you a sense of comfort. 

“Listen, I know this is scary and I can’t believe the amount of pressure that you’re probably feeling right now but it’s going to be okay,” he assures you, running his hands up and down your back soothingly. “We’re already quarantined to the apartment, we’re being smart. We’ll just take all of the necessary precautions to keep any of us from getting sick.”

“But what if-”

“Sh,” he shushes you, tilting your head up so that you would look at him. “What if’s are just going to drive you crazy. We’re going to be okay.”

“We’re going to be okay,” you repeat, allowing yourself to relax in his embrace. He gingerly presses a kiss against the crown of your head, before you notice a wide smile take over his face. 

“We’re having a baby.” he murmurs into your hair, a few happy tears rolling down his cheeks. You smile at him endearingly, taking his face in your hands. 

“We’re having a baby, Calum. You’re going to be a dad,” you gush, wiping his tears away as your own begin to fall. Calum looks down at you and pulls you in for passionate kiss. 

“I love you so much. I promise to do everything I can to keep you guys safe,” he sniffles, his hands moving to caress your stomach. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” 

You spent the rest of the night in awe of Calum and how gently he chose to handle you. He held you close to him all night. His hand constantly drawing comforting circles on your stomach as he murmured encouraging words in your ear and talked about how excited his family would be about the baby. You couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with him that night as he gushed about baby names and how exciting he was to start a family with you. ----------------------------------- So, I just realized that boyfriend Calum comforting you after finding out you’re pregnant in quarantine is a concept that I didn’t know I needed. I’m so soft for this, I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

Feel free to send in requests! 

[asthesamcroflies]

Hi can I get an imagine with Happy. The reader works with Gemma and Happy has a crush on her. One night they run into each other in a bar and they're a little drunk he takes her home where they get it on. She thinks its a one night so she gets up to go but he stops her and tells her he likes her and to stay. Definitely smutty with a cute ending please

So, I also had a separate request which just stated Happy Lowman/smutty/#26 and thought I’d incorporate the two... Enjoy!

Prompt 26: “You’re a little hostile right now...”

Night One

He didn’t usually get drunk, not in the traditional sense. He’d have to let his guard down for that and Happy Lowman did not let his guard down. Not usually anyway.

But he’d agreed to catch up with some fellow former nomads in a bar they used to frequent back in the day and had ended up drinking more than he’d intended. Not that he couldn’t hold his liquor. But yeah, all things considered, it had been a weird night. So much had changed. Just not for him.

Tank cutting out early had been the final straw. It turned out the burly biker who’d left the nomad life behind to land with the Samdino crew a couple of years ago, a man who had once swore he needed nothing more than his bike and his cut, now had an old lady and twin babies to consider. Tank, for Christ’s sake. Two babies.

Happy – fearless, intimidating Happy – found the mere thought mildly terrifying.

Actually, of the six of them – six guys known to put the fear of god in those who dared cross them or their club, six die-hard bachelors who lived their lives on the road – four were now firmly tied down in a way they’d always vowed they never would be.

That left Mouse and Happy himself still free to indulge in whatever the hell they pleased.

Where once that would have made Happy smug though, now it rankled at him. Not least because he knew nothing would please his ma more than to see him finally settle down. Landing in Charming with the mother charter had been the compromise that allowed him to check in on her, given her advancing years and sometimes poor health. But where his Samcro brothers had old ladies, kids and community ties, he still might as well have been a nomad in all but name – living out of the clubhouse, indulging in the easy pussy that flocked to the place, but never letting anyone get too close. There just wasn’t anyone who—

“Watch it,” he growled, as someone bumped into him, sending his drink sloshing over his hand. “Or I’ll… You.”

“Uh, Happy, hey. Sorry, shit, I’m such a klutz.”

The tall, gruff Son had no idea what to say to the woman stood in front of him. He never did. Not when she was holed up in the Teller-Morrow office with Gemma, not when she was casually strolling across the yard or through the garage, and especially not when she was stood before him in some dive bar in a tiny dress that barely covered her ass, those big eyes slightly hazy with alcohol as she gazed up at him.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, genuinely surprised to see her out of her usual habitat, but realising too late that the simple question unintentionally sounded less like small talk and more like some kind of interrogation.

“Uh, you’re a little hostile right now…” she said, somewhat defensively. “I am allowed a life outside TM, you know.”

Was she? Of course, she was. Well, it depended on what she meant by a life. The concept hadn’t really crossed Happy’s mind until now, and he found himself frowning at the thought of it. As far as he was concerned, her place was in the TM office. And unwittingly starring in the vast majority of the fantasies that drifted into his mind when he wasn’t entirely focused on work.

Obviously, he realised that the scenarios he pictured all too vividly were utterly incompatible with reality. She wasn’t some croweater, easy pussy. For a start, unlike most of the club girls, she had absolutely no idea the effect she had on him. For all he knew, this life she was apparently entitled to could include a boyfriend. Husband even. The thought rankled him more than he cared to admit, even to himself.

“Just… didn’t expect to see you here,” he muttered, realising he was just staring at her and shifting his dark gaze almost guiltily from those tantalising bare legs. Taking in her plump, glossy lips instead didn’t help in the slightest.

“I’ll get you another beer,” she offered, with a little eager-to-please smile, swaying on her heels just a little as she flagged down the barman. “Since I made you spill…”

And in the end, he’d let her. That was how they’d ended up talking most of the night, slow though the conversation was to ignite. Turned out she was there with a girlfriend who’d abandoned her in favour of some guy. Going back to the clubhouse had eventually been Happy’s idea. He was just surprised it was one he’d voiced out loud – and that she’d agreed. Maybe that life of hers didn’t actually include another man after all…

So that was where they’d ended up, back at TM. Both of them were now on more comfortable turf in familiar surroundings and, having raided the clubhouse bar, well on their way towards a new level of drunkenness.

“This might be the most we’ve ever talked,” she giggled, leaning against his shoulder as they sat on top of one of the picnic tables outside in the growing darkness. “You never talk to me, Happy. Don’t you like me?”

The Samcro enforcer didn’t know how to answer that. How could a man with his reputation admit that he didn’t have the courage to talk to a woman he actually liked the idea of for more than a quick fuck? As it turned out, her own Dutch courage negated the need for an answer from him.

Instead, her mouth simply crashed onto his.

She tasted of the vodka she’d been knocking back and something sweet that might have been whatever was slicked on her lips to make them look so damn irresistible and he kissed her back with a hunger that wasn’t exactly a familiar sensation for him. For once, he didn’t just want to get his dick wet courtesy of the first willing body – he wanted her. Specifically her.

“Not here,” he growled, drunk on booze and the intoxicating scent of her perfume, but not too drunk to register that they were too close to the main door to avoid an audience for long. And he wasn’t okay with that, not with her.

Making it to his dorm room was something of a blur though, as if the world flipped into fast forward, only to grind back down to slow motion when somehow she was under him on his bed in just tiny scraps of hot pink lace. He was pretty sure those delicate panties ripped in his big hands in his determination to get them off her, but he had to have her before she drove him out of his goddamn mind.

The groan he drew from her when his tongue plundered her wet heat went straight to his cock.

“Oh god, Happy…” she moaned, her short, neat nails raking over his shaved scalp and practically sending a shiver down his spine.

Part of him wanted to just eat her out until she screamed for mercy, but another part – the part of him that was achingly hard for her – needed something more. And it seemed that was what she wanted too, as instead of complaining when he pulled away, she simply lay there breathless and taking in the sight of his lean, inked torso while he retrieved a condom from the night-stand.

His hand curled lightly around her slim throat and, in one long, slow thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, muttering dark curses at the feel of how tight she was around his throbbing cock.

“Happy…”

His name on her lips was practically a whine as her legs wrapped around his pistoning hips, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs and her hands reaching back to grip the headboard of the bed, stretching out her gloriously naked body for him.

“Fuck, yes,” she groaned, her laboured breath hot on his ear. “Harder…”

For once, Happy did as he was told.

The hand around her throat slipped downwards the fullness of her tits, cupping, squeezing the firm flesh, pinching her dusky nipples as he slowed the pace of his thrusts, wanting this to last if it was probably going to be the only chance he got.

She bit her lower lip, her head thrown back and her hips meeting his perfectly as she focused on chasing the orgasm that seemed to be brewing low in her belly.

“Happy, please…” she ground out, one hand leaving the headboard to trail down her own stomach and between her legs, her fingers grazing his slick cock as it slipped in and out of her, before finding the tiny bundle of nerves they had been seeking out.

He only let her rub frantically at her clit for a second, then firmly gripped her wrist and drew her hand away, guiding it back to the headboard with a glare and a shake of his head. If she wanted to cum, he didn’t need any fucking help getting her there.

The biker picked up the pace again, slamming into her hard and fast as she cried out in pleasure, her eyes squeezing closed. His hand cupped her cheek at that, getting her attention.

“Look at me,” Happy demanded roughly, his own breathing getting ragged with his exertions.

Her eyes opened, meeting his and he swallowed hard, letting his thumb trace over her full lower lip, prompting her to gently suck on the digit. When his hand finally slipped away, it trailed down her body, over skin flushed and covered in tiny beads of sweat, and sought out her clit just as she had.

It was somehow too much and not enough all at once and her hips arched helplessly towards his, her thighs clenching and her body trembling as she cried out.

“Oh, Happy, fuck, fuck, fuck…” she all but sobbed. “I’m… I’m gonna cum… I’m… Oh, fuuuuuck!”

With a flare of masculine pride at the response he could induce in her, Happy held out for as long as he could, jaw clenched as he fucked her through the intensity of her orgasm. But the vise-like grip of her soaked pussy around his cock quickly won out and he soon came hard and with a roar that he muffled against her throat, before collapsing down on top of her.

“Jesus…” she sighed breathlessly, as he shifted his weight off her to lie on his back by her side, trying to get his breath back and dashing sweat from his brow with his forearm.

Neither of them spoke. Nothing that came to Happy’s tongue seemed right and the silence soon stretched out between them uncomfortably, even as his brain berated him and told him he was in danger of completely fucking up whatever the hell had just happened.

Sure enough, she started to shift away from him, awkwardness creeping in and, despite what had just transpired between them, making her wrap herself in the tangled sheets and clutch them to her chest.

“Uh, I guess you probably want me to go…” she said softly.

His head snapped towards her at that, but she already had her back to him and didn’t see the look on his face.

“It’s okay,” she continued, obviously not wanting to make the whole situation any more awkward than it had to be. “I’ve been around enough to know how it works, Hap.”

“Stay.”

His low voice was rougher than ever, more hesitant than he’d ever been about anything. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Stay. Uh, please?”

She turned, wide-eyed. The Tacoma Killer didn’t say please.

“You… You don’t have to do this,” she tried hesitantly, trying to second-guess what was going on here. “One night, that’s the deal, right?”

He shrugged, feigning a casualness he really didn’t feel. “Doesn’t have to be.”

“So… not just one night?” she said, quiet and unsure, clearly mulling over what that might mean.

“Maybe just… night one?” Happy suggested, a rare little grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he reached for her again. They could figure it out later.

[mochikeiji]

My Darling // Mafia!Sugawara x Reader

Genre: Blood warning, angst

Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x Reader

Inspiration: Heathers “ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Relationships aren't called that way if love isn't present. You can't agree that both of you are boyfriend or girlfriend; husband or wife if you both didn't love or learn to love eachother. Like with Sugawara. You didn't really have any connections with him when you first met him during your first year in highschool. You've only been good companions like Daichi and Asahi were. But nothing special. You were sad to see that his eyes were on the new girl who joined in the crew, Shimizu Kiyoko was it? A little relief that she didn't have any little interest on him when you asked her one time. She even encouraged you to confess to him. You didn't want to rush things, and wanted to know Sugawara more so you waited until the two of you were third years. Pretty stupid to be confessing with your crush when graduation is nearing. You'll be in separate schools in a blink of an eye.

By sheer luck, out of the two years you've spent together, Sugawara had also began to develop feelings for you. Dream come true for everyone who has a crush on someone, am I right? It was a good call for you to wait, and know him more than rush into things without even knowing one bit of eachother. You and him had a lot in common coincidentally, which results to the two of you frequently talking or spending time with eachother in the school campus or after and during his practices. It was wonderful to be in a relationship you've been preparing for, and with the same person you've loved since day one.

If only you had known he wasn't all that sweet, and the man he was now? You would've had time to run away from hell.

"Koushi—"

The splatter of blood was everywhere on the floor. Some got onto your shoe, as you watched in horror the way your lover mercilessly tortures him with cutting his skin deep, but not enough to kill.

"I've always hated men who never keeps the end of their bargain." You covered your ears, another swift sound of the knife swishing in the air before hitting the victims stomach, "Luckily I happen to know how to deal with them. Given the experience I've had for so long, don't you think buddy?" screaming as more blood came out, you could only look away from the traumatizing scene as one of the most fearsome Mafia— your Koushi, ruin him. There were other two men left tied down, for hours they have been begging you to let them go, seeing as you were in your civilian clothes. How did you get here you say? You fell for your husband's traps. He had said he wanted to try something with you somewhere out of the city. You being oblivious thought it was one of his excuses to play volleyball with Daichi and Asahi. It turns out, he was letting you witness the lives everyone you have been closed with since highschool has hidden from you.

"Hey! Come on, lady. Let us out!"

"We'll get you to safety, we promise!"

They were on your side, unable to watch as their leader slowly gets murdered. You didn't know who was the bad guys. Debating whether to follow suit, or remain silence for your own safety. Even still if you tried, you wouldn't be able to move from your body being glued by fear. You were glad Sugawara was in a good distance away from the conversation, you fear for the lives of these men beside you. Imagining a worse case scenario for them if they were ever caught making a deal with his darling.

By now the leader Sugawara has been tormenting was long gone. Your eyes didn't dare look at him, and his sins, crying silently at what had went wrong from the beginning. Before having a chance to turn around, the of the remaining suspects had snuck their way out from their binds, only to be caught by the loud creaking of the warehouse doors. You paled when Sugawara stood by you, with a sadistic smirk plastered on his innocent features.

"It's a good thing I drugged their legs. Look at them, they can't even run far ahead."

The two figures were still on your eyes range. It was true that their movements have been slowed down. Wincing inside, it must've been painful for them at the moment.

"Here, darling. Let's begin our little fun."

You gasped loudly on what he had placed on your hands as you shakily stood up. A gun. His mouth curls down a bit, even in business he doesn't like the sight of you with a frown. It always makes him think you were sad. And he doesn't like it when his darling was sad. That's the only part that was genuine of his.

"Darling, I promise you. They're bad people. They've killed, raped, snuck drugs all of the country."

"W-why do I have to shoot them?"

You wanted to also ask why they deserved this. Why couldn't they be behind bars instead of taking their lives from here and then. But you know arguing with that at the middle of his business may put you at risk.

"I've been in business with the boys since highschool. Secretly, we've been all training, you know, for our protection."

So everyone in Karasuno you've known, even Kiyoko, Yachi. All of them were in some secret organization you never knew.

"And since you, my darling, have been with me for many years. It's time you learn how to deal with people like them for your own good."

He lets you grip on the gun, supporting your hand with his, letting his fingers place yours on the trigger. Putting it in position on one of the tallest men from the distance.

"You'll thank me for teaching you how to deal with monsters, darling."

Blocked by the memories that were all just an illusion. Something inside you clicked along with the trigger around your fingers. Two times. Your eyes widened as you dropped the gun. The man you had just shot two times falling on the ground, you hear his companion scream, "YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!" as his drug wears off, and sprints faster.

"Ah, I hate a goose chase. Stay here, I'll go get him."

As Sugawara runs off deep in the woods, you walked towards the man you had shot. Kneeling beside him, trying to wake him up by gently shaking him.

"S-sir? Please wake up."

No, no. This can't be happening. You had not just killed a might've been "innocent" person. "Please, sir. Get up, please—" stopping, you had felt your hand touch warm substance from his stomach. Blood. Falling from your bottom, slowly raising you hands on your eye level, you chocked a sob. You did this. You've tainted yourself with another person's blood. Hyperventilating, you tried rubbing the blood on the clean sides of the victims black shirt. Shit, shit. The palms of yours was still stained. Your sweat was becoming colder, you were scared.

The Sugawara you once knew. The one who was always a blushing mess around girls. The one who cheered loudly during a volleyball match. The one who wore a smile, and said sweet nothing's and motivational words to you and many people. The one you loved.

He wasn't the person you were with now.

Or, was it all this time?

You heard a louder fire of a bullet in front of you. He had killed the last one remaining. Your brain told you to run, run and report what you had just witnessed. Run to safety. Run away from this hell.

But your instincts told you to stay. Your delusional instincts telling you to wait for the man you, "loved" and live a life that will never be the same as before.

Choking a sob, you let your head fall down to your lap. You didn't want to touch any part of your body with those hands. You could never look at yourself the same way as Sugawara does. You weren't lovely. You weren't a darling.

You had become of him.

A monster.

"Shhh, it's over." warm hands rubbing you back with soft circles, embracing you in a supposedly loving, and safe embrace of the arms of your protector. "You did so good, darling." giving you a small praise, he kisses your forehead affectionately, drawing in his body closer so that he was holding you— so that you wouldn't run and escape him.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

Gritting your teeth as you buried your face on his shoulder blades. He could only smile at your gesture, thinking your arms were moving up to embrace him back.

*bang*

His smile trickled blood from the corner of his lips.

The gun you had earlier was hidden im your jacket this whole time.

By your own quick thinking, you had no choice.

It was to protect yourself from a monster, right?

The gun fell down. Your arms quickly squeezing Sugawara, hugging him back as you sobbed uncontrollably. He was still shock— betrayed. But he finds himself smiling softly when you utter out his favorite words.

He accepted his fate. He had know he'll reach his time. Just didn't expect he'd die in the arms of his darling so soon.

The box that held a ring will forever remain unknown in his pocket.

All the memories you had with him. You didn't care if it was all lies or the truth. You still loved him. Your Koushi.

"I love you, Koushi. Sleep well..."

[fandom-imagines-stories]

We’re All Changing

Billy Hicks x Reader

Words: 4065

Summary: One big mistake sends your life completely over the edge and your friends try to help you put the pieces back together. Your best friend Billy is by your side every step and the barriers that you put around your friendship start to crumble. 

Notes: I really really love this movie, but this is going to be another imagine that isn’t for everyone. I love the bond between these fucked up people, and I will be writing the characters, including the reader, as such. There’s something about Alec and Billy and Jules and everybody in this movie that I love. (this is kind of a mess, but I hope you like it)

Warnings: Cheating, lots of alcohol, overall angst, and lots and lots of drama.

Find Other 80s imagines HERE

- 

You opened the door before he even had a chance to knock. 

“I didn’t know who else to call.” Your face was red from crying and your hair was a mess. It definitely wasn’t the best condition he’d ever seen you in… but it definitely wasn’t the worst, either. Billy sat on the sofa and you curled up beside him. The strong smell of cheap wine and cigarette smoke hung around you as you laid your head on his chest and let him wrap his arms around you. That was the thing with Billy. It didn’t matter what was wrong. He didn’t need to know why, he would drop whatever he was doing if he knew you were upset about something. And this wasn’t just something, he could tell. This was big. 

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” He asked gently. Sure, half the time Billy was a total douche. But he was your best friend so you were the one who got to see his soft side the most. 

“I fucked up… everything.” You sat up and his arms fell to his sides. “I really really screwed up, Billy.” 

“No way, Little Miss Perfect doesn’t screw up.” He smirked. It was supposed to be funny, but you started to cry. Billy sighed and pulled you back to him. “Hey, I’m sorry. That was a stupid thing to say.” 

“I-I can’t tell anyone else.” You barely managed to get the words out between sobs. Now he was scared. 

“Y/N, are you in some kind of trouble? Did somebody hurt you?” It usually took a lot to freak him out, but if you were in trouble, all bets were off. You shook your head. 

“Billy, I…” You buried your face in your hands, too ashamed to have him look at you. “I fucked someone I met at the bar last night.” He leaned back on the couch, feeling guilty for being so relieved. 

“Oh.” It took a moment for him to get rid of all the horrible scenarios he had in his head. “Who, uh, who was it?” You let out a sob. 

“That’s the thing Billy. I don’t even know who it was.” You were crying pretty hard now, still hiding your face. “I don’t even know his name.” 

“Hey.” Billy brought your hands away and lifted your chin with his finger. “You know that I am the last person to judge you for anything. Let alone something like this.” You gave him a look. He laughed. “Come on, I’m not exactly the posterboy for monogamy here, Y/N.” 

“I just…” You took a deep breath, trying to get the words out as clearly as you could. “I was drunk and I was angry and this guy started flirting with me. We ended up doing it in the back of his car like a couple of highschoolers.” You picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table and took a swig. “I just feel so dirty, you know?” 

“You’re not-” He stopped at the sound of the front door opening. Your stomach twisted up in knots. Your fiance. 

“You should probably go.” Saying Rodney didn’t like Billy was the understatement of the year. He hated him. You couldn’t deal with one of their fights again. As much as Billy would have loved to get under Hot Rod’s skin, he didn’t want to make things worse for you. 

“We’ll talk more later, okay?” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before he scrambled out the and down the fire escape. He just wasn’t fast enough. 

Billy Hicks had been your best friend since you were sixteen. When you weren’t bailing him out of trouble, you were right there with him. He was even your date to senior prom when your boyfriend got caught smoking weed in the locker room. When you found out you were going to college together, you threw yourselves a party that lasted two days. 

You’d met Rodney junior year of college at a party that Billy dragged you to. He proposed the day you graduated and you had been so excited to be the first of the group to get married. Well, besides Billy. You were the first person he’d told when Felicia got pregnant. Hell, you were one of the witnesses when they got married. You were there for him the day Melody was born. Now that you needed him to be there for you, you knew you couldn’t let him. Everything was different now.

Rodney’s smile had something off about it as he pulled you in for a kiss. And his eyes had that look he got before he was about to blow. 

“You think I don’t know, don’t you?” He spat. “You fucking whore.”

“W-what?” 

“When Bill told me he saw you leave the bar with some guy, you know, I had to keep myself from thinking it was him.” He threw his briefcase across the room. “But you brought him here! Billy Hicks was fucking my fiance in my apartment!” His face was turning bright red and his voice was so loud it actually hurt your ears. There was a reason everybody called him Hot Rod...

“Rodney, I just let me explain-”

“Explain what? That you’ve been fucking Billy this whole time?” 

“It wasn’t Billy!” You screamed. You were getting angry now. “What about all those girls you’ve been screwing at your office? Huh, Rodney? I have forgiven you for all of them, but the minute I slip up, you come down on me!” 

“We are not talking about me here.” This is what you’d fought about that night. You finally asked him about the girls at work and he pretended like it meant nothing. Maybe that’s why you slept with that guy. For it to mean something.  Rodney took a deep breath. “I want you out of the apartment by the time I get back from work tomorrow. And you can find somewhere else to stay tonight.” 

“What?” You gasped, feeling like the breath was knocked out of you. 

“Pack up your stuff and go.” He turned on his heel and slammed the bedroom door behind him.

You had to get out of there. You needed to run. This couldn’t be happening. You grabbed your Georgetown sweatshirt off the couch and got out of there before Rodney went off again, because you knew he would. It was getting late, but you didn’t care. You needed to run. 

When your mind stopped spinning, you took in your surroundings. It was cold and it was starting to rain. Shit. It didn’t help that every alley way you looked down had some dark shape that you could have sworn was a person. To keep yourself calm, you tried to imagine yourself in the safest place you could think of. You quickly shook the thought out of your head when all you could picture was being tucked away in Billy’s arms. When a group of the dark shapes started to move toward you, you ran a little faster until you found a payphone. 

“Alec Newbury.” The voice answered groggily. 

“Alec? C-could you come and pick me up? I went for a run and I wasn’t paying attention and now I don’t know where I am and now I feel like someone is following me-” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could think. 

“Okay, slow down. Do you see any signs? Any businesses or anything?” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and put on his shoes. Leslie turned over, watching him grab his keys with the phone still pressed against his ear. 

“Is everything okay?” She whispered. He shrugged. 

“I think I’m not too far from St. Elmo’s.” You stated, the rain starting to make you shiver. “Could you just meet me there?” You sounded more frustrated than scared, which made him panic a little less. 

“I’ll be right there.” 

You took cover under the bar’s awning. You couldn’t tell if the shiver running down your spine was from the cold or from the feeling of somebody watching you. A chorus of voices and footsteps was getting closer and you shrunk back into the shadows, clutching your keys in your hand. You braced yourself as a group approached. The voices changed to laughter as the group of college aged boys stumbled drunkenly passed you. You let out a sigh of relief. Were you this paranoid in college? 

Alec pulled up next to the curb and you scrambled inside. 

“You okay?” He asked, taking off his jacket to give to you as you stripped out of your soaking sweatshirt. “What the hell are you doing running this time of night anyway?” He noticed that it wasn’t just rain on your cheeks. You had been crying. 

Alec was your best friend in a different way than Billy. Alec was like the group’s big brother. He bailed you out of trouble almost as much as he bailed out Billy. He was the responsible one. The one everybody called when they got too drunk at a party, or when they were stuck in the rain. Or when they couldn’t go home anymore. 

“I just wanted to clear my head.” You shrugged. You couldn’t tell him. Billy supported you no matter what, but you couldn’t bear disappointing Alec. He raised a brow. “I had a weird day, alright?” 

“Did Hot Rod do something?”

“Come on, Alec, you know he hates being called that.” 

“Did he do something or not?”

“No, he didn’t do anything.” You lied, running your fingers through your dripping hair, getting more frustrated by the second. If you told Alec, you knew what he would think. What a shame. I thought things were going so well. I didn’t know she was a slut. “I just… I don’t want to go home right now.” Of course, only one place came to mind. Billy’s. But you couldn’t. There were lines of your friendship that you couldn’t cross. Barging in on him and Felicia was one of them. 

“I’ll set up a place for you to sleep at my apartment.” Alec sighed. He just wanted to know what was going on. There was a reason they all called him ‘Hot Rod’. His temper was short and he could get mean when he was angry. In all honesty, everybody in the group only put up with him because you were together. 

“Thank you, Alec.” You said quietly as he opened the door to his apartment after spending the rest of the car ride in silence. He looked over to see you staring at the floor. A tear slipped down your face and fell to the carpet. 

“Hey,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Everything is gonna sort itself out, okay?” You raised your head and gave him a small smile, wishing you were as sure as he was. 

-

The next morning, Alec drove you back to your apartment without asking any more questions. The more he asked you, he knew the more you’d just cover up what was really going on. He’d have to find out a different way. 

“You know you can call me and Leslie if anything happens, right?” He said suddenly before you got out of the car. You nodded and quickly kissed his cheek to say thank you. He watched you walk in before he drove off, reminding himself to call Billy and see what he knew. The two of you were inseparable and if something was going on, Billy would know every detail. You stood outside the building with a building sense of dread. 

You should have seen this coming. Everybody else did. Your tears had let up by the time you got the last box in the back of your car. Your mind was so occupied, that you didn’t even see the person approaching you. 

“He didn’t.” Billy sighed as you slammed the trunk closed. You gave him a weak shrug. 

“He said I have until he gets back from work to get all of my things.” At least you had stopped crying. You felt stupid enough as it was. “I called Wendy and she said I could move in with her until I can find my own place, so that’s where I’m headed.” 

“I’ll help you.” He said, more of a statement than an offer. 

“Billy you don’t have to-”

“Y/N.” He gave you a determined stare, those blue eyes melting your heart as he put a hand on your cheek. “I’m not leaving you alone for this.” You looked into his eyes for a little too long. You quickly got into the car without saying anything you would regret. Like how Rodney thought the guy was Billy. 

It was a pact you made your senior year of high school. You said that the only way to never screw up your friendship was to never screw around with each other. While there’s been brief kisses and fleeting touches, it never went further than that. Ever. You both accepted that. Rodney knew that, but he’d always said he didn’t believe it. He would tease you about what you’d told him about high school. About that prom that Billy rented a suit at the last minute to be your date. About the time Billy beat up a handful of guys on the football team when they were harassing you at a party. About how Billy was your first kiss after that fight, sophomore year under a street lamp in the rain. Rodney said there was no way nothing ever happened. You never told him how much you had wanted something to. 

You got to Wendy’s apartment and Billy started grabbing boxes before you could stop him. At least you had an extra pair of hands. It took less than an hour to get all of your things up the stairs, but you didn’t have that much to begin with. Wendy was at work, so she had given you a spare key to let yourself in. You set all the boxes down before you could feel yourself breaking down again. You had failed. How could a person fuck up this much by the age of 22? 

“This is a pretty nice place.” Billy noted, turning around to see the tears on your face. He just held out his arms and you ran to him. “Everything is going to turn out okay. You know that everybody is here for you. Hell, I’m surprised Jules hasn’t stormed his office yet.” He chuckled and you felt his chest rise and fall. He pulled back slightly. “And you’ve got me. Always.” 

You don’t know if it was your emotional state or years of holding back that made you kiss him. But once you started, you just couldn’t stop. And neither could he. One of you found a bottle of wine in the fridge and everything just became a mess of drinking, kissing, taking off each other’s clothes. 

“God, I can’t believe it has taken us this long.” Billy sighed, falling back onto the sofa. 

“Don’t even get me started.”

- 

You’re pretty sure you were still drunk when you woke up with Billy’s body pressed against yours, his breath lightly blowing against the back of your neck as he slept. Shit. 

“Shit shit shit shit shit.” You whispered to yourself, trying to move, but he was holding onto you pretty tightly. This couldn’t happen. The gates you had kept closed for so many years came flooding open and you were forced to face a truth you’d been denying since high school. You loved him. And not in a best-friend kind of way. You wanted him. More than anything you could ever remember wanting. Maybe that’s the real reason you cheated on Rodney. How fucked up is that? 

“Hey.” You could hear the satisfied smirk in his voice as his arms shifted around you. “You want another drink?” At least he was enjoying this. He’d probably forget it in the morning. You forced yourself out of his embrace and he gave you a confused look. 

“We promised we would never do this.” You muttered, gathering up your clothes. 

“What?”

“There’s a reason that we never went past kissing, Billy!” You hadn’t meant to yell, but your brain was too hazy to care. “We made a pact that we would never fuck and now everything is different.” 

“Why does it have to be different?” Of course this didn’t mean anything to him. Why should have you expected something else?

“It’s different because I-” You couldn’t say it. If sleeping together didn’t ruin your friendship, saying it would. You threw on your pants and Billy started to get up from the couch as you pulled your shirt over your head. 

“Can you just wait a second?” He huffed, but your hand was on the door handle already. You were going to Kevin’s. If anybody could talk you out of being in love with your best friend, it was Kevin. Billy grabbed your hand. “Y/N.”

“This was a mistake.” You snapped and slammed the door behind you, passing a very confused Wendy on the way down the stairs. 

Wendy didn’t have to unlock her apartment door. Billy emerged, pulling his shirt over his head. She froze. 

“You too…”

“Not now, Wendy.” He huffed, storming down the hall.

He went to Jules’ to talk. Jules was honest. He knew she wouldn’t bullshit him. He didn’t anticipate the slap, though.

“You did what?” She shrieked. 

“We slept together.” He repeated, rubbing his cheek. She looked like she was going to hit him again so he ducked. “Look, I thought you guys were all waiting for this to happen, why are you so surprised?”

“Because I figured if you guys slept together you would be together, Billy.” She yanked him into her apartment. 

“Could you keep your voice down, my head is killing me.” He whined. Man, how much did the two of you drink?

“Billy, do you know what this is going to do to her?” 

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you think you guys have never done it before?” She gave him an accusing stare. He did come over here for her honesty, which was his own fault. He thought for a moment.

“We made this promise in school that we wouldn’t.”

“Why?” 

“I don’t know-”

“Because you didn’t want to screw up your friendship by screwing!”

“Again, Jules, with the yelling.”

“Billy, she’s in love with you.” Jules finally blurted. “She has been since high school.” Before Billy could respond, Jules’ phone started ringing. She glared at him and motioned for him to sit on the couch before answering. “Alec?”

There was a long pause and Jules’ face changed. Her eyes got wide and stared at Billy with an expression that was unusual for her. Worry. 

“Okay, Alec, slow down. Billy is with me right now and we’ll be right there. I’m sure everything is going to be fine. I’ll see you there.” Jules immediately grabbed the keys to her jeep and pulled Billy off of the couch. “We have to go.”

“What’s going on?”

“Everybody is heading to the hospital. We have to go now.” 

“Jules, what the hell are you-”

“Y/N crashed her car.” She stated bluntly, though the panic in her voice was real. “Alec is freaking out. He says they don’t know if she’s okay or not because the doctors won’t tell him anything because he isn’t family.” Billy hardly processed a word. All he understood was that Y/N was in the hospital. And it was his fault. 

-

Alec was pacing like a madman. He knew something was wrong. He knew it. He should have said something. When he saw Jules rushing down the hall with Billy in tow, he had to restrain himself from screaming at him right there. He grabbed him by the color and pulled him into the men’s room. 

“What happened?” He questioned, his tone actually kind of frightening. Billy shoved him off. 

“How should I know?”

“Because she tells you everything!” Alec was scared. Really scared. Y/N was like his sister. Billy just never realised how much she meant to him. “Billy, I picked Y/N up walking in the rain in the middle of the night last night. She was a mess. And now, she crashes her car? I overheard the cops saying something about alcohol in her system. What the hell happened?”

Billy started to walk away. He couldn’t deal with the accusing glares anymore. Alec just scoffed and crossed his arms. 

“Do you even care?” Billy froze. 

“What did you say?”

“I said do you even care?” Alec’s stare was cold and Billy just snapped. He walked back towards Alec with clenched fists.

“Because I couldn’t possibly care about anything right? Billy’s the group fuck up who only cares about himself. Is that it?” He pushed Alce backwards. “Is that it!” 

“Billy-”

“Billy couldn’t love anybody. He just isn’t capable. He doesn’t love his kid, he doesn’t love his friends, he can’t love the girl he’s wanted to be with since high school!” He had Alec backed into the corner now. He was breathing heavily from yelling and Alec’s expression had softened. 

“I didn’t know.” Alec said sympathetically. 

“Yeah, well, none of you know.” Billy huffed, shoving his fists in his pockets and walking out. 

Kevin and Kirby were back with coffee for everyone and Wendy had stopped crying. Leslie had finally found someone who could give some information as to what was going on. Billy kept his distance from everyone, leaning against the waiting room wall. When Alec joined everyone, he gave him an apologetic look which Billy ignored. Everybody was tense. Even Jules’ easy-going demeanor had dimmed with worry. Leslie came away from the nurse and everyone gathered around her. 

“They said we can go back and see her. She’s got a couple of scraps and bruises and a mild concussion, but she’s going to be fine.” A collective sigh of relief filled the air. Everyone was eager to go back, but Alec put up a hand to stop them. 

“I think Billy should have a moment alone.” He gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Billy nodded and wandered the halls until he found the room. You were sitting up on the bed, head in your hands. 

“Knock knock.” 

You looked up as Billy entered with an awkward smile on his face. You were off the bed and in his arms in the blink of an eye. He laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“I guess you should have let me drive.” You punched his arm, but it made you laugh through your tears nonetheless. He pushed back and forced you to look at him. “What were you thinking?” You just shrugged. 

“I wasn’t.” You sat down on the side of the hospital bed and he sat beside you. “When I woke up and you were the one holding me, I realized that I didn’t want anyone else to ever hold me like that. I just wanted you. So I figured Kevin could talk me out of it.” 

“Ah, good old Kevin.” Billy noted humorously, but his expression was serious. 

“I’m sorry about this morning. I screwed up everything else in my life. I just didn’t want to lose you.” 

“You’re not getting rid of me, Y/N.” He smiled. “Besides, you're not the only one to screw up.”

“What do you mean?”

“We got the annulment. Felisha’s getting remarried in a couple of weeks to a guy who can actually take care of her and Melody.” He knew it was the right thing. He was never going to be the father she needed. You blew out a breath. 

“I just want everything to go back to the way it was. Not with Rodney, but just the way we all were in college. Fearless. Stupid. Young.” You sighed. Billy put a comforting hand on your knee and you laid your head on his shoulder. 

“We’re all changing. And maybe it’s for the better, maybe it’s not, but it’s happening.” 

You sat for a moment, taking in his words. He was right. You couldn’t stop life from happening. And while you didn’t know what the two of you were anymore, you knew that you would always have him.

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[kpop-zone]

Blackpink reaction to their s/o finding out they started dating them for a bet pt.2

A/N: Ok guys here it is, the continuation. Remember that each reaction is more of a scenario, so they are quite long. Plus Lisa’s scenario has two endings, so for everyone with a weak heart, don’t read ending number 2 :D

Jisoo

You walked around the city until your tears had died down. Not knowing what to do next, you sat inside a little café pondering over your relationship with Jisoo. You had always loved your story. It was like you had always imagined it to be. The beautiful girl approaches you at a party and you instantly fall in love, starting your epic journey together. Knowing that it was all a lie, hurt you more than your heart could handle, and you could feel it cracking underneath the pressure of the pain.

Could you believe your girlfriend that she loved you now?

You sat there racking your brain over this question for hours. You thought about all the beautiful moments that you had spent together and how loved she had always managed to make you feel. But on the other side, you also thought about the betrayal that started this whole relationship. Was this a good fundament to begin a live together?

You didn’t want to make a decision, because you didn’t know what the right answer for your question was. You also didn’t feel like seeing Jisoo right now, but you didn’t really know where else to go. So slowly, you made your way back to your shared apartment, silently opening the door, hoping that Jisoo wouldn’t notice your return.

When you entered the apartment, you could see her laying on the couch. You knew that she was looking at you, but you chose to ignore it, heading to your bedroom to go to bed. Jisoo didn’t follow you and you sighted in relief. You definitely needed your space right now. You fell into a restless slumber, your mind being far too occupied to stop working, but at least Jisoo chose to sleep on the couch, so you didn’t have to worry about confronting her tonight.

Instead, that burden awaited you the next morning. Groggily you made your way into the kitchen where your girlfriend had already started to prepare breakfast. You could see that she hadn’t made your standard breakfast but had put some more effort in.

She greeted you with a small smile, but you stood there awkwardly, getting yourself a hot cup of coffee before wordlessly sitting down at the table.

This scene should also become the theme of all future encounters between Jisoo and you the next two weeks. You couldn’t deny that your girlfriend was trying. She bought you little gifts, cooked dinner for you every night and canceled most of her plans, so she would be there if you wanted to talk with her. Which you didn’t. Because you still didn’t know whether you wanted her to leave or not.

So you spent the time in awkward silence, while Jisoo stole glances at you and you pretended like you didn’t notice them.

“You have to make a decision, Y/N.”

Jisoo finally said exactly two weeks after you had found out about the bet. You had just had dinner and were both standing in the kitchen cleaning the dishes when Jisoo walked past you, softly putting her hand on your lower back. You flinched back at the contact and Jisoo sighted in frustration.

“I can’t change the past. What happened, happened. I will forever try to give you the best life that you can have. But you have to decide if you can forgive me. If not, it would be better if we let each other go.”

She looked at you expectantly, but you were at a loss for words.

Taking your non-existent reaction as a sign, she turned around, leaving your apartment.

You were speechless. But she was right. She had apologized and it was wrong to hold her past doings against her. You either had to let her go or forgive her.

The next days, Jisoo didn’t come home. Apparently, she wanted to give you the time that you needed to make a decision. Her ultimatum played in your head over and over again.

You had always wanted a picture-perfect love story. But every romance started with love at first sight. And Jisoo had taken that away from your love story.

But was it worth giving your relationship up for? Because one thing was for sure. You still loved her. And you had missed her the last days like crazy. So you decided to reach out to her and put an end to your childish behavior.

Y/N: Can we meet?

You texted your girlfriend and in less than a minute, you had a positive answer from her, as if she had been waiting for your text this whole time.

You decided to meet up on neutral ground, making you walk to the café that you had visited almost three weeks ago.

Jisoo was sitting by the windows and your heart fluttered when you saw her. Although you hadn’t seen her for only a few days, you had craved for her already.

Quickly you sat down in front of her and she looked at you insecurity.

“I have ordered your usual.”

She tried to loosen the atmosphere, but there had been a question burning in the back of your mind the past three weeks and you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Do you love me?”

You blurted out and tears started stinging to your eyes.

Jisoo looked at you with wide eyes, but immediately made her way around the table, kneeling in front of you.

“More than anything. I know that it’s hard to believe me after I lied. But I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you. Please don’t give up on us.”

You let her cup your face and you looked deeply into her eyes. You could see her sincerity, making you cry even more.

“I’ve missed you.”

You sobbed and Jisoo wiped away your tears, before softly brushing her lips against yours.

“I’ve missed you too.”

She whispered against your lips, making you pull her into a hug.

Who cared about the beginning of a love story if it had a happy ending?

Jennie

The mind was a powerful tool. You could support this thesis from your own experience. After you had left Jennie behind, crying on the floor, you felt like someone had physically torn your chest open, violently ripping out your heart. But after you told yourself over and over again that Jennie never loved you, it became easier to pretend that you hated her. It became your personal mantra. Whenever you felt like curling up into a ball of sadness, you told yourself that you had just been the playball of some sadistic people that liked to toy with other people’s feelings.

Although it probably wasn’t a long-term solution for your heartbreak, it worked short-term. You almost hadn’t cried in the two weeks now that you lived without Jennie. Of course, this also included the complete ignorance of her. Which you mastered with excellency until today. You were just putting on your shoes to go out and meet some friends, when you heard some knocks on the door. Unsuspectingly, you opened the door, only to have your mood ruined a second later.

“What do you want here?”

You spat out rudely, almost regretting your tone, because you usually weren’t an aggressive person.

“Please can we talk. It’s about Jennie.”

Nayeon looked pleadingly at you and you could feel your heart twinge at the mentioning of her name.

You stared wordlessly at Nayeon weighting your options. You really wanted to ignore her and just go out with your friends, pretending that your heart hadn’t just been deeply scarred. But on the other hand, you couldn’t ignore Jennie forever.

Therefore, you rolled your eyes and stepped to the side to let Nayeon in. Both of you went into the living room where you sat down facing each other.

“First of all, I’d like to apologize for ruining everything with my loose mouth.”

She started the conversation and you gulped, being reminded of that evening.

“Don’t apologize. I’m very grateful that you told me. I guess Jennie had planned to lie to me for her whole life.”

The hurt in your voice was clearly audible and you wished that it hadn’t been so easy to baffle you.

“Y/N... Don’t get me wrong. This is not an apology for making the bet in the first place, because that was a terrible thing to do. We all know that and we’re truly sorry. But try to understand Jennie. She really loves you and lying to you hadn’t been easy for her. But she had been so afraid of losing you.”

You felt the tears stinging to your eyes. You wanted Nayeon to stop talking. You had just managed to convince yourself that Jennie had never loved you, even if your heart told you something else.

“Is that everything you wanted to tell me? Because I have somewhere to be.”

Impatiently, you drummed your fingers on your arms, wanting to indicate Nayeon to finally leave.

“No, I’m here because I want to beg you to go talk with Jennie. She hasn’t been great since you left her. You know that she quickly drifts to a bad place mentally. I think she hasn’t been sober a single day since you left and we begin to worry. She’s being really reckless.”

Your heart rate immediately started picking up. Although you had tried to convince yourself that you didn’t care about Jennie, you did. Your body slowly set into panic mode. All you had ever wanted was to give Jennie happiness, hearing that she was struggling was killing you.

Nayeon apparently saw that she had hit a weak spot because she reached out to lay her hand on your leg to grab your attention.

“Please, Y/N. Just an hour. Then you can go on without her.”

Slowly you nodded your head and Nayeon sighted in relief.

Together you made your way out the apartment and you weren’t surprised when Nayeon gave the Uber driver the address of a club downtown.

Jennie had always tended to drown her worries.

Thanks to Nayeon who had apparently been a frequent visitor in the club the past weeks, you skipped the line and soon found yourself looking down on a way too crowded club. But nevertheless, you hadn’t trouble finding your girlfriend, because naturally she was in the center of dancefloor, surrounded by all kinds of different people that were drawn to her beauty.

Your heart stopped beating for a second at her sight, but then it started beating three times as fast afterwards.

Were you ready to talk to her?

Nayeon didn’t give you the time to overthink this whole thing, however, pulling you across the dancefloor to Jennie. At first, she only spotted Nayeon, pulling her best friend closer and greeting her exaggeratedly in her tipsy state. Then her gaze fell on you and she froze in her movements, staring at you blankly.

Like a lost puppy, she looked at Nayeon who pulled you closer in response, causing you to almost touch bodies with Jennie.

“Y/N.”

Jennie choked out before suddenly wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing your bodies together.

Your breath hitched in your throat and your emotions went crazy. All the unprocessed anger and sadness started to well up, but at the same time your arms automatically wrapped around the slim waist of Jennie, because you had missed her so much.

“Please take me back.”

Although the music was deafening loud, you could hear Jennie’s words clearly because her lips were directly next to your ear.

You felt overwhelmed and pulled back slightly. There was panic in Jennie’s eyes, but you simply grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the club. You couldn’t make a decision with all the noise around you.

Once you were outside, you started pacing, while massaging your temples, because you could feel a headache being in the making caused by all that thinking. Jennie just stood there wordlessly, in the meantime, with her gaze constantly fixed on you.

“How could you have done that to me?”

You finally broke the silence, looking at Jennie with hurt in your eyes.

She looked desperate, at a loss for words, but eventually she took a few steps closer to you.

“I...I don’t know. It wasn’t supposed to go that far. I’ve never meant for either of us to develop feelings like that. But as soon as it happened, I was too afraid to confess to you.”

Jennie stammered, fidgeting with her fingers.

“I know that I should have told you right from the beginning, but I didn’t want to lose you, Y/N. You have made me a better person. I knew after spending time with you that it had been wrong to accept the bet in the first place. But it was already too late then.”

Tears started to stain Jennie’s cheek and you could feel your own welling in your eyes.

“I love you, Y/N. And I will spend the rest of my life, making up for what I did. But please give me a chance to do so.”

You sobbed loudly. You just wanted to run away. Your head was telling you to leave, but your heart told you to take her back. She loved you, wasn’t that all that mattered?

Suddenly you could feel Jennie’s hand on your face, wiping away your tears.

“Please, Y/N. I can’t live without you.”

She looked deeply into your eyes and you could feel your heart hammering loudly against your ribcage, begging you to ignore your head. Seeing all the pain in Jennie’s eyes, you couldn’t ignore the fact anymore that she loved you. The lying was a betrayal of your trust, but wasn’t love the strongest force? Couldn’t it mend what once has been broken?

“No more lying from now on?”

You asked Jennie and hope flickered in her eyes.

“No. Never again. I promise.”

She answered with no hesitation at all and you believed her.

Wrapping your arms around her body, you pulled her body against yours, deciding that love always had to be a decision made by the heart. Jennie sobbed loudly, crying tears of relief and you held her even tighter in response.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

You exclaimed eventually, when you pulled back and Jennie immediately clung to your arm as if she was afraid that you could change your mind. You kissed her forehead softly before calling a cab. It would take a while to fix what had been broken, but with Jennie by your side, nothing was impossible.

Chaeyoung

You slid with your back pressed against the door down to the floor, too weak to walk any further. You buried your face into your hands, trying to suppress the sobs that left your mouth without cease. This new knowledge changed your perception of your relationship. You weren’t sure what to believe anymore. Could it be that Chaeyoung only used you this whole time? But you couldn’t believe that. You remembered how she had looked so broken just a few minutes ago. The fear of losing you in her eyes had been real.

You felt torn, but you pulled yourself to your feet, standing in front of the door with your hand on the doorknob. Should you go in again and continue where you had left off before all of this chaos started? You rested your head against the door, because it felt like exploding from all the contradicting arguments shooting through your head.

In the end, you decided that you couldn’t make a rational decision in your state. What Chaeyoung had done, wasn’t something to connive. So although an invisible force seemed to pull you back to the apartment, you made your way to the exit of the building, leaving behind everything that you loved while feeling your heart aching.

The next weeks you stayed at a friend’s apartment. Chaeyoung didn’t reach out at all and you felt even more hurt. Weren’t you worth fighting for? But you were too proud yourself to reach out first. She had been the one making a mistake, so there was nothing that you had to apologize for. Therefore, you stayed in the limbo between dating and breaking up, not knowing whether your girlfriend had already given up on you.

Nevertheless, you tried to go through your everyday life as well as possible. You ticked off all your daily obligations day for day, and sometimes your friend even succeeded in talking you into doing fun activities. Today you went shopping together and you had almost forgotten about Chaeyoung. That was until you ran into a person. You needed to reach out to steady them in order to prevent them from falling.

“I’m so sorry.”

You exclaimed concerned before looking into the stranger’s face and realizing that it was your girlfriend.

Immediately you removed your arm from her and she looked at you sheepishly.

“Um...I guess, I’ll be going ahead.”

Your friend stammered, seeing the two of you standing across from each other with awkward tension between you and you wanted to stop her from leaving, but she was already out of sight.

“Um...hey.”

Chaeyoung said with her tiny voice and a little wave and you felt endeared and angry at the same time.

She ignored you for weeks and all she had to say was ‘hey’?

“Well that was great. I’m gonna get going.”

You said coldly in response, pointing into the direction that you had seen your friend disappear.

But Chaeyoung quickly grabbed your arm.

“No!!”

She almost yelled, making people turn their heads into your direction and she ducked her head in embarrassment.

“Please stay. Can I invite you for a coffee and we’ll talk?”

Chaeyoung asked you quieter this time and you nervously shifted from one leg to the other.

Should you agree to her invite? She had been ignoring you the past weeks like it had been you that had done the damage. But on the other side, you also needed some clarity. You hated to not know your exact relationship status.

“Please?”

Chaeyoung added pleadingly after you had been quiet for a while now and you nodded slowly in response.

Together you walked to a nearby coffee shop where you sat down wordlessly after receiving your order.

“How have you been?”

Chaeyoung broke the silence eventually and you rolled your eyes.

“As one feels when you find out that your girlfriend or whatever you are now, has lied to you.”

You answered coldly but felt your heart twinge when you saw the hurt in Chaeyoung’s face.

“What do you mean with whatever I am?”

Her eyes were watery, and you figured that she probably hadn’t given up on you like you had assumed.

“Why didn’t you chase after me?”

You asked instead of answering her question while your own voice became shaky.

“I wanted to. As soon as you stormed out the apartment, I followed you to the door. But my guilt forbade me to open it. How could I ask you to stay if I had been such a terrible person in the past?”

Tears started to stain Chaeyoung’s cheeks and you automatically reached your hand across the table to take her hers into yours.

She snapped her eyes up to look at you and it hurt to see her this way.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Chaeyoung sobbed and you couldn’t stand being apart from her anymore. Swiftly you moved around the table, pulling her out of her seat to wrap your arms around her body. She buried her face into the crook of your neck while her body shook violently.

Once she calmed down a bit, you pulled back to look into her face.

“So you haven’t given up on us?”

You asked hopefully while wiping away the remaining tears.

“No, I could never. You?”

You sighted in relief and shook your head with a smile, making Chaeyoung wrap her arms around you tighter again.

“So I’m still your girlfriend?”

Chaeyoung eventually mumbled against your body and you chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want anyone else beside me.”

Lalisa

Lisa couldn’t close her eyes for a second that night, because her mind was racing. Yes, she was a terrible person and yes, she had made many mistakes. She should let you go. Give you the chance of meeting a partner that was truly worthy of you. But she couldn’t do that. Whenever, Lisa imagined a scenario of her future in her head without you, her heart clenched, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She needed you. So she needed to win you back.

The next morning, Lisa got up early. She made her way to the next florists, buying your favorite flowers to demonstrate you that she did care about you. On the way to your apartment, she also stopped by your favorite coffee shop and bought your usual order. But when she reached your apartment, she didn’t knock on the door. She simply put both things down on your doorstep and left again. She had hurt you and you needed time to heal. So she would give you the time that you needed. Her gifts were just a reminder for you to not forget that you still had a girlfriend that loved you very much.

Therefore, Lisa kept sending you reminders in all different ways. She sent you jewelry, wrote you love letters and brought you your favorite dishes that she cooked herself. But she never actually talked with you. Lisa hoped that her gestures were big enough for you to eventually come back to her.

Today she had bought you the new album of the band that you loved and skipped happily to your apartment. She had just put your present on the floor, when the door suddenly swung open.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You asked her grumpily and Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Um...I...I want to show you that I’m sorry and that I still love you.”

Lisa stammered and you huffed in response.

“Why should I forgive you?”

You asked her coldly and Lisa cleared her throat, having already given that speech a thousand times in her head.

“Because you will never find a person in this world that loves you more than I do. I know that I messed up back then, but it will make me all the more loyal. I will spend the rest of my life making up for my mistake, because I know that I have to show you every day that I’m a different person from who I was back then. But I will gladly prove it to you. Because you make it so easy. You make me a better person, Y/N and...”

Lisa couldn’t finish her sentence, because she could suddenly feel lips crashing into hers. She was frozen for a moment, but her brain soon caught up to the situation and her lips started moving in synch with yours. Her hands automatically wandered to your hips, squeezing them lightly before pulling you closer to her body. When both of you had run out of air, you pulled back, but left your forehead resting on hers.

“I’ve missed you, Lisa.”

You whispered with your eyes still closed and Lisa moved her hand to your cheek to stroke it softly, making you finally open your eyes.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

Lisa smiled before pecking your lips quickly causing you to giggle and her own heart fluttered.

When she looked down on you, she realized that you were wearing your shoes and a jacket, and she looked at you questioningly.

“Were you about to go out?”

Lisa asked and you seemed to have remembered your plans just now.

“Yes! I’m meeting some friends. Do you want to come?”

You asked with a smile and Lisa couldn’t help the sight escaping her mouth.

She had missed this. More than anything, she wanted to fall back into your daily patterns those past weeks and now she finally had them again.

“I would love nothing more.”

She grinned and you interlaced your fingers with her, pulling her behind.

You fell back into comfortable chatter like nothing had happened. There was a lot to catch up on and you decided to walk to the café in order to be able to talk on the way there. You were so immerged in the narration of the plot of the TV show that the two of you had been watching together that you didn’t even realize that Lisa had crouched down to tie her shoes.

While giggling to herself, Lisa watched you walking ahead, talking to yourself. Lisa jogged behind you to catch up to you while you were already crossing the street. You finally turned your head to the side, realizing that Lisa wasn’t there anymore. You spun around, searching for your girlfriend who -of course- laughed at you as soon as you spotted her. You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment before stretching your arm, so that Lisa could take your hand. She was only two more steps apart from you when she could suddenly see a speeding car in the corner of her eye.

She realized that you were still standing in the middle of the road and that the pedestrian lights had turned red while you were waiting for her.

“Y/N!! No!!”

Lisa ripped her eyes open, trying to reach you before the car did.

She heard a deafening noise and she closed her eyes because she didn’t want to see what was happening before her. Everything was quiet all of a sudden, and Lisa could only hear her own heart beating in her chest.

“Jagi.”

Your voice ripped her out of her panic, making her open her eyes again. You stood before her and the car had actually come to a halt only a few inches before you.

“Oh my god, I thought I had lost you.”

Lisa almost cried in relief, wrapping her arms around your body.

“You’ve just won me back; you won’t lose me that fast again.”

You stated with a soft smile on your lips when Lisa pulled back and she kissed your lips quickly, before getting you off the road.

Ending 1: fluff

Once you were on the other side, you suddenly stopped abruptly, and Lisa looked at you questioningly.

“You know you’re not a bad person right?”

You asked her and she looked at you in confusion.

“What you had said earlier. You’d made it sound like you were a bad person that needed to prove to me that you can also do good things.”

You explained and Lisa sheepishly looked to the floor.

“But I am a bad person. How else could you explain that I placed the bet before I met you?”

Lisa said and she could feel tears welling in her eyes.

But suddenly you placed your fingers underneath her chin, lifting it to make her look into your eyes.

“Because you’re human Lisa. We all make mistakes. And just because you do bad things sometimes, doesn’t mean that you are a bad human. What matters is if we try to be better. And you proved that more than enough already.”

Tears stained Lisa’s cheeks, hearing your words and she let her head fall to your shoulder.

Immediately, you wrapped your arms around her body and started drawing patterns on her back with your fingertips.

“I think we still have some work to do to overcome the past.”

You stated once she had calmed down a bit and Lisa nodded in response.

“So how about we steal ourselves a few weeks?”

You asked excitedly and Lisa couldn’t follow.

“Let’s go to Thailand. You said it yourself. We had been so happy there. Let’s just go back for a while. Leave all this turmoil behind and focus on ourselves.”

A grin played on your lips and Lisa had to mirror your expression.

“Are you serious?”

She asked with sparkling eyes and you nodded instantly.

Lisa couldn’t believe her luck. She still didn’t know if she deserved this second chance, but one thing was for sure, she wouldn’t waste it. She would hold on to you and never let you slip out of her fingers again.

Ending 2: angst

The rest of the way, Lisa held your hand tightly, not wanting to risk something else happening to you and you squeezed her hand frequently to calm her down.

When you entered the café, all your friends were looking at her in surprise. Apparently, you had already told them about what she had done in the past and she wouldn’t hold it against them if they hated her now.

“Hey guys.”

Lisa greeted them with an awkward wave and some of them immediately started whispering with you before even greeting her.

“So are you back together?”

One of your friends asked her and suddenly everyone went quiet and looked at her.

“Yes we are.”

Lisa answered proudly while looking lovingly at you.

It was dead silent for a few seconds before everyone suddenly broke out in excited chatter again.

“Oh my god.”

“I can’t believe you pulled it off.”

“You’re so cruel.”

Lisa looked at you in confusion and you had a mischievous smirk on your face.

“Chan, I guess you owe me 100 bucks now.”

You laughed arrogantly and Chan rolled his eyes.

“Jagi, what is going on?”

Lisa asked you in confusion and you simply ignored her while letting Chan give you your money.

Lisa’s heart was beating like crazy and she could feel that all your friends were making fun of her. They whispered while glancing at her before they broke out in laughter again.

She couldn’t stand it anymore. Desperately she reached out for your arms and you stepped directly in front of her, resting your hand on her cheek softly.

“Oh honey. Sucks to be the easy target, doesn’t it?”

You asked her mockingly before retrieving your hand and heading for the exit.

“W-What? I-I don`t understand.”

Lisa stammered in disbelief while your friends brushed past her, giving her derogatory looks.

“Did you really think I would take you back? Well I guess this doesn’t only make you heartless, but clueless as well.”

You laughed coldly before leaving the café with your friends.

Your word hit her like a punch into the stomach and Lisa stumbled backwards, sitting down on a chair because her legs couldn’t carry her weight anymore. Tears were stinging to her eyes as realization hit her. You had only tricked her.

And she had to agree with you. She was heartless. Because you had just violently ripped her chest open and took her heart, only to shred it into a million pieces right in front of her. You gave her hope only to suffocate it in the last minute. Tears were rolling down Lisa’s cheeks without cease and she could feel her whole body aching.

She had lost you forever, because of her own selfishness. She was a fool to believe that she could ever get you back. Instead of letting you go and letting you flourish next to a partner that was worthy of you, she wanted to capture you in her dark spell again. She hadn’t changed at all since the first time that she had met you. So who was she to imagine a future with you by her side?

She was a bad person and after all, Karma always came back around.