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lipstickstainz · 4 years ago

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true lies - s. r. (11/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: you know what's coming - the truth.

Warnings: angst, minor violence

Word Count: 2k

A/N: i listened to my favorite saddest songs while writing. be prepared. thanks for your kind feedback! gif not mine.

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JJ snaps you out of your thoughts. There's an expression on her face that you can't find the words for. "Y/N? What does she mean?"

You have to swallow. Your throat is tight and you can barely breathe, so you cling to her to keep from sinking to the floor. You can't take your eyes off the two in the interrogation room.

"What deal?" Spencer sits up straighter than he already does. His whole body is tense.

Cat shakes her head. "I thought you weren't here to talk about her or you."

When Spencer slaps the table with his palm, she doesn't even flinch. You do, the harder, and JJ's hands clench into fists. But you only notice this out of the corner of your eye. "What deal, Cat?" His tone is harsh, leaving no room for Cat's games.

She sighs. "Maybe you should ask her yourself. After all, she did come here with you, didn't she? I don't think she'd skip this dance." Cat looks past Spencer to the one-way mirror, straight through it, as if she knows you'd be standing right there. Her grin is crooked and ugly. "Come on, Y/N. You should know I don't bite. Not without notice, anyway."

You feel JJ's gaze on you as you enter the interrogation room without a word. You close the door behind you and out of the corner of your eye you notice Spencer looking at you. But your gaze is fixed straight on Cat. You stop right at the door.

"It's good to see you again, Y/N."

You don't have to be a mind reader to know what's going on in Spencer's head. It's practically written all over his face. Again?

"Hi, Cat," you reply curtly. You feel like shooting her.

"I always knew you lived dangerously. But I didn't think you were stupid. Yet you were the smartest one on your team. No offense, Spencie." She says it like she's bored out of her mind, not like the whole situation could completely escalate in the next second. Spencer tries not to let on, but you can read the confusion on his face. "I guess I was wrong about that."

"What are you talking about?" you ask, involuntarily taking a step forward. Cat takes it as a sign to keep talking.

"I know you killed my partner in crime. Must have been quite a mess, I'm told. Shot right through the head. Kudos, Y/N. I knew you were smart, but you're also badass. Who would have thought." She raises her hand and inspects her filthy and chewed fingernails. Her gaze drifts to you without her moving her head. She looks at you through her eyelashes, which makes her look crazy. "Quite a pity about him. But he was really just my accomplice's boyfriend. So, not worth mentioning."

Accomplice? Boyfriend?

It only takes a brief moment for everything to come together in your head. Apparently, all emotion falls from your face, because Cat looks extremely pleased. "You didn't play by the rules, Y/N. And now someone else has to pay for it."

In three steps, you've crossed the room and pulled Cat from her chair. Before Spencer can stop you, you push her full force against the nearest wall, causing a gasp to escape her mouth. You press your forearm against her throat and she lets out a hoarse laugh. Her gaze mirrors yours. Fierce and unyielding. The pressure on her throat intensifies and she has to cough.

You feel big hands on your shoulders, yanking you back so that you stagger and bump into the table. For a brief moment, you want to fight back as you leap forward again to put a stop to Cat once and for all, but Spencer extends his arm to allow some distance between you. You don't look at him. Out of anger and out of shame, because this isn't you.

"What's going on here?", he finally asks when you've pulled yourself together a bit and he's sure you won't kill her the next chance you get. "What's she talking about, Y/N?"

Cat's look is challenging and you know full well she's not going to say anything. She's dropped the bomb and now it's up to you to make sure the explosion isn't too devastating. You look at Spencer and tears form in the corners of your eyes. There's no way to get around it. And he better hear it from you than from some crazy psychopath. You owe him that much.

"When you were arrested", you begin, hoping your voice doesn't sound as brittle as it does, "it was clear to me from the start that Scratch couldn't be responsible. When you were taken to Millburn Correctional Facility instead of protective custody, it should have been obvious to the others. It was no accident that they sent you there. It was too personal." You can barely look at him, which is why you stare at the floor. "It couldn't have been Scratch, but there was no one else who had a score to settle with you." Your gaze shifts to Cat, "Except for her.

I had no proof, nothing. But I was one hundred percent sure she had something to do with it. So I talked to Emily. She gave me the day off, and I came here." You suppress the urge to knead your hands, so you shove them into your pants pockets. Your gaze wanders back to the floor, though you'd like to look at Spencer. You want to know what's going on inside him, but you don't dare. "Cat denied having anything to do with it at first, but I didn't believe her. And then she made a deal."

"And that included?" asks Spencer. You have to swallow.

"She would get you out of jail, after all, she put you in there too. I knew you wouldn't make it through jail. And not because you were too weak, but because I knew there were some people there who wouldn't bat an eye to hurt a FBI agent like you. And I couldn't stand that, so I went for it." With each word, your voice grows quieter, though you try to sound as determined as possible. But the pain weighs you down and takes away your breath. You remember the visit then, and what it had cost you.

"And what did she want in return?" Spencer's eyes glisten as if tears have formed in them. He blinks once, and the shine disappears. "What the hell did she want, Y/N?"

You can't stop the tears streaming down your cheeks Your heart is beating fast, like it's about to jump out of your chest. You take a deep breath and brace yourself for what follows. "She - she wanted me to leave you. Cat knew that prison could never hurt you the way I would if I abandoned you. If I left, with no explanation and no goodbye."

Spencer's shoulders sink and his muscles are no longer stretched to breaking point. You don't dare look at him, so you stare at Cat, whose grin has actually widened. Psychopathic sadist.

"Actually, Y/N was never supposed to come back either", she continues the explanation, but Spencer continues to look at you. "That was the deal. You weren't supposed to tell anyone about this and never come back, but you didn't stick to that. You thought if you killed the guy and I continued to be in here, you could go back home and get on with your life." Her grin disappears and suddenly she looks incredibly bitter. "Very reckless, if you ask me. My birdie knows you're back home, and as a warning, she left you a trail of dead married men. Apparently you got the message, after all, you're here. That they are dead is all your fault, Y/N. Because you couldn't stay away from your beloved Spencer." She looks from you to Spencer. "It's tragic, isn't it? She loves you so much that she took on all that pain just so you could get out of jail. How incredibly selfless of her. And I'm pretty sure you weren't exactly kind to her when she returned, were you, Spencie?"

Spencer and you can't look at each other, so heavy is the pain on your shoulders. All the anger, despair, and confusion that had spread through you since you saw each other again gives way to an all-consuming feeling of pressure that you can't shake. The only thing that can give you both some comfort is the clarity that has been created. Spencer now knows what really went on, and you no longer have to keep secrets from him. But the matter is far from over.

You look to Cat, but can't find the words. She's won.

You leave the interrogation room without looking at Spencer or saying another word. What could you have possibly said? JJ looks at you with widened eyes as you rush past her. She has her cell phone to her ear, probably talking to Emily, but calls after you, but you don't stop. The air in the building is stuffy and you feel like you're choking on it. Your heart is racing and you feel sick. You just want to get out.

"Y/N." Spencer's voice forces you to stop. You stop so jerkily that you almost fall. When you turn to face him, he's standing right in front of you. His gaze is hard. He opens his mouth, but he doesn't know exactly what to say either.

"I can't, Spencer", you beat him to it. You want to turn and keep walking, but his hand curls around your arm. At the touch, you're struck by lightning.

"Don't you think we should talk about this?"

You should. Definitely. "She had the men killed because I returned", you whisper. "She killed them because I couldn't take it anymore. Because I wanted to be with you. It's all my fault, Spencer. And I'll take the consequences for that."

"So you're just going to leave? Without explanation and without goodbye?"

You don't want to leave, quite the opposite. You would love to throw yourself into his arms, kiss him and never let go. You want to tell him you love him, but you can't. "I can't stay, Spencer. If I did, she would kill more people. I can't be responsible for that. I'm sorry."

You turn away from him, but as you take a step forward, Spencer pulls you back, making you slam against his chest. Your hands settle on the soft fabric of his shirt as his settle on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His expression has changed. There is deep sadness in his eyes and he tries to blink away the tears that have formed in the corners of his eyes, but they fall down his cheekbones. All at once, he looks so young. "Promise me you'll come back? Back to me?" One of his hands clasps both of yours, still resting on his chest. He holds them tightly, afraid of losing you again.

You smile weakly at him and tears come to your eyes too. Your smile is honest, but sad. "I will always come back to you."

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years ago

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➳the girl in the lilac dress ♠ ♡

in which y/n meets fred's ex-girlfriend, days after fred confessed his love for her. there's still some confusion on the status of their relationship. angst -> fluff. narrated by you, y/n l/n.

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ±5.4k

tw: angst (not too bad though), mean words, blood, mentions of auror missions, kidnapping, needles, st mungo's

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ft. hermione, lee and alicia

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

the girl in the lilac dress

i was in a good mood. on the way to work to receive my mission, i was humming a song that had just come out. it was catchy and worth the wait.

out of the corner of my eye, a lilac colour appeared suddenly. strange, i thought. it approached me, in the form of a beautiful woman. she had the lightest grey eyes and the smoothest milky-white skin, and the shiniest locks of dark brown hair. she walked in a flowy lilac gown, her slim model-like body walking in a model-like fashion.

i was pretty sure she wasn't headed towards me, but when her luxurious voice said "good morning" in the calmest tone possible to me, i looked at her confusedly.

"hi!" i replied brightly, smiling.

she smiled sinisterly, "my name is pretoria aphrodite, i'm fred's ex-girlfriend."

he hadn't ever mentioned an ex, but i knew he had dated quite a few people. she made me seem like a glass of water next to a glass of red wine, naive and ugly. i was those two things anyway.

"oh! i'm y/n l/n! nice to meet you, you do seem like a daughter of aphrodite," i said politely.

"darling, all women are daughters of aphrodite. i understand fred's interested in you?"

she observed me and i laughed.

"i don't think that's quite the word. he's my best friend."

"friends with benefits?"

"oh gosh no! i don't really know where we stand, honestly."

"bitter about it?"

i thought for a second, "nah, i couldn't be. love's a hard thing."

"it is, indeed, and you work for the ministry?"

i nodded, "head of the auror office. what about you?"

"i model for witch weekly."

i gasped, "you're the p. aphrodite? i should've known!"

"big fan?" she looked amusedly at me.

"my friends are, so naturally i am."

"you don't seem the type fred usually goes for."

"i wouldn't say he's even going for me," i said cautiously.

"you are much too cutesie for his type."

i glanced up at her. she was smiling kindly.

"pfft, but better cutesie than nothing, amirite?" i asked friendlily, "well it's been nice to talk with you, but i gotta hurry!"

"no worries, i'll come with you, i have some business at the ministry too. have you seen his past exes?"

"uhh, not really?"

"well they're all models for one magazine or another."

"oh, okay. and that's important because...?" i asked her carefully.

"i just thought you should know."

i laughed, "i'm not model material, am i? i don't mind at all."

she looks taken aback. "i would say, with longer hair," she plucked a hair out of my poor mess of locks, "and a shorter upper body, with perhaps lip fillers, you'd look model-like."

her tone was analysing and not at all attacking.

"only three things??" i asked, shocked.

"you are rather... pretty already," she mused, "not model-like, but cute."

we had reached the ministry.

"thanks, see you later!" she waved and disappeared.

all that was left was a buzzing fly which soon flew away.

i immediately dialled in my auror code in the red telephone box and was sent into hermione granger's office.

"'mione! how good to see you!" i hugged her.

"hello y/n!"

in the ministry and the auror department, the head of the auror office was probably more important than the minister for magic. i didn't know why. she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate.

"thanks, 'mione, you didn't need to. what's the mission today?"

"two babies are being held hostage in a coded location by a person who calls themselves the light lord. dark lord, light lord, y'know?" she handed me a coded piece of parchment.

i thoughtfully pondered, "the light lord. who do you need?"

"i was hoping you go on this mission, then you could give me some news on this light lord person."

"that's doable. we'll need to bring in hepole and a ministry official to negotiate passports and such. and a strong auror team."

"right on it. i'll get wally becker and charlotte-ann becker. they're a force to be reckoned with on the borders."

"how much experience?"

"they're twins, been doing this for about fifty years now."

"perfect. and hepole?"

"on the way."

"thanks, minister," i winked at her, getting out my telephone and dialling the disguise unit.

"hello, poplinn speaking."

"pop, we need a few disguises. light lord."

"miss l/n! o-of course!"

"and pop?"

"y-yeah?"

"call me y/n."

i hung up, dialling harry's office.

"harry, call draco and be in my office in ten minutes. i don't care what business he's doing with scorpius, we've got babysitters here. light lord, perhaps a second of voldemort."

"of course."

i picked up the ringing phone that was in the corner of hermione's office.

"y/n, me and scorpy are having a zoo day, we're at the muggle zoo you suggested."

"sorry dray, but it's important."

"there's no one else?"

"there are others, but we need your expertise."

there was a pause, "i won't need to show my dark mark?"

"it's fading anyway. no."

"i'll be paid?"

"in hundreds."

"how old are the children?"

"2 and 4," hermione said.

the silence told me he was sold.

"i'll be there."

i picked up the big microphone and said, "auror unit 156 to the brief room. no need to bring anything. see you there!"

"good luck," hermione grimly said, "be safe, head."

"mhm and cup o' coffee tomorrow? if i survive, that is," i grinned.

"'course."

i smiled, "c'ya!"

she was shaking her head.

"oi, no disappointment, 'mione! i was the one who got the ministry out of paperwork!"

"burning paper doesn't count, y/n."

"it wasn't burning paper, hermione granger, it was arson."

"no, it was the saddest form of arson i've ever seen."

"hey! that's rude."

"just go on your mission already."

i laughed, "on it, minister. kalle?"

kalle looked at me, "yes?"

"tell miss minister to take a break and play a game or something, will you?"

she smiled, "okay."

"give my thanks to your mother too, loved the cookies!"

"alright, good luck, head!"

"thanks, bye!"

i apparated to the brief room, where everyone was strapped into special camouflage clothes.

i handed hepole the parchment and immediately began briefing the unit, harry and draco, on the mission.

"please be safe out there. if you're injured, apparate or travel back here, okay?"

i looked at hepole.

he cleared his throat, "they're in albania. the forest there."

"okay. harry and draco will provide attacking forces," the two nodded.

"i want lopex, quentin blake, quentin grill and hilly to break into any establishment," i say to the team, "and eron, hawks, melv, argonas to hold the offender hostage. johnathan, team healer as always. i'll take the children. hepole, you come and accompany us till the forest, then you have my permission to stay back, and beckers, stay invisible with the cloak, write a report for the minister when you come back, understand? have faith, team! i believe in you. we travel by apparition with the machine in three minutes. call your family, chat, have a snack, drink some water, and relax."

i picked up my telephone and dialled my parents.

"hi mum, dad, i'm going on a mission!"

"alright, be safe sweetie," my mum called.

"yeah, don't die kiddo," my dad added.

"right right, i love you, bye!"

the mission was successful. we rescued the children and sent the kidnapper to trial for azkaban. i escaped with a gash on my forearm, but quickly fixed it up with a spell. it ended late in the evening, so the team healer had gone home. the wound kept opening again, but i wasn't sure if it needed stitches.

putting everything away and making sure the aurors were okay, i headed back to the apartment i shared with fred.

i felt emotionally and physically drained, ready to enjoy a good shower and a good late dinner.

when i fiddled with the key to the door and opened it, my heart absolutely stopped.

pretoria aphrodite was kissing fred passionately. i felt my heart fall ten thousand flights of stairs in disappointment. of course. i was all a rebound who was pathetically in love with him.

when they stopped and saw me, pretoria smirked and fred stood up, astounded.

"uhh, continue? sorry," i apologised awkwardly.

"wait, y/n, it's not what it looks like-" he said.

"i don't mind, be safe," i smiled, too tired and too weak to do anything, closing the door and feeling tears well up in my eyes as i took my bag and myself somewhere. anywhere away from this all. my wound burned. i cursed under my breath as i made my way to st mungo's.

"y/n, you should have come here earlier!" yvonne, my friend, says, as she slowly injects a needle into me, "it's infected! and it needs stitches."

i laughed, "everything needs stitches. this is why i didn't become a healer, yvonne."

she shook her head in dismay.

"lol."

i watched the needle go in.

then she stitched the bloody mess of a wound up, cleaning it gently.

"now i can't stay, y/n," i pouted, "no, don't give me that face, i have other patients."

i nodded, "thanks yvonne."

"no problems. take care. you're too reckless."

"am not!"

she laughed. "that's funny."

after the trip to st mungo's which was pretty short, i wondered what to do. my mind kept floating to the scene i had just witnessed.

i was just the stupid, stupid, girl he used as a rebound. he didn't even use me as a real rebound, just someone who was simply infatuated with him to help him forget his unforgettable ex.

looking at a shop window, i caught a glimpse of myself. i hated being insecure but it happened.

i looked ugly. eyes too small, nose too big, lips not full enough. my thighs touched and i didn't have abs. i had a long gash running down my forearm, surrounded by other cuts. my hair was messy and disgusting. compared to the angel on earth pretoria was, i was nothing. small and plain was nothing when luxurious and beautiful was present.

and it hurt. my heart hurt. my head hurt.

i shook my head gently of my thoughts, chuckling bitterly.

fred weasley was completely and utterly out of my league.

whatevs, i thought. hurting was fine.

deciding to get over him once and for all, i bought some groceries and apparated to the doorstep of lee and alicia's glamorous cottage.

i knocked twice on the door. "hellooo!" i called out.

"baby, can you get that?" lee asked alicia.

alicia opened the door, smiling as she saw me.

"hey ali!"

"hi! come in!"

at first glance i could tell she knew something wrong.

"can i sleep here tonight? and take a shower? and eat some of your food please guys? and maybe steal a shirt i left here for safekeep? and maybe use your telephone? i'm really sorry for troubling you, so i got you guys snacks."

i was the second cousin by marriage of lee. it was good overall, but he was super naughty.

"snacks?"

"your favourites."

"then i guess you can," he said cheekily and i laughed.

"alicia, i don't know how or why you ended up with this child, but i'm glad you did," i told her and she laughed heartily.

"he's cute, isn't he?"

"no," i quickly stepped into the guest bedroom and took a long shower, letting a few tears slip but not enough so that it looked like it. i was subtle.

i bundled up in heavy clothing and wrapped my hair in a towel.

gingerly, i bandaged the wound.

by the snores in the other room, lee was asleep. i crept out quietly, going to cook something.

alicia was sitting down, with my favourite comfort meal prepared. i felt tears of appreciation well up in my eyes.

"thank you, ali, i love you."

"you damn well do."

we both giggled.

"what happened?" she asked me.

"nothing. i just wanted a change."

"from fred? liar. i'll ask again. what happened, y/n?"

"just a long mission, that's all."

"after long missions you usually watch movies with fred."

"couldn't i visit my best friend and my cuz?"

"you visit us on weekends. it's a friday."

"well i wanted to visit you!"

"bullshit."

"is it that hard to believe?"

"what the fuck did fred do to you?"

"nothin'?"

"c'mon y/n, you have to tell me. there's a reason why you didn't go to angie and george's tonight."

"i went here because they're super kissy. you guys have space and act normally. i appreciate that."

"you're awesome at lying."

"i'm not lying!"

"does this happen to involve pretoria aphrodite?"

i nodded, sighing, "she's so nice and pretty." i played with my food.

"i bumped into her. she's pretty, but not nice."

"oh?"

"she called me fiercely ugly. she forgot i model for witch weekly too."

"what did you say back?"

"i told her to fuck off."

i laughed, "she was very nice to me. but next time i see her imma kill her."

"of course she was nice to you, you're a lil angel! anyway, she's an animagus, didya know?"

"whoa how did you know?"

"caught her in a jar. she's a fly. who do you think told hermione to catch rita skeeter in the jar?"

i laughed, "rita skeeter is a beetle! gosh, she's annoying."

"what did fred and pretoria do?"

"nothing."

"please tell me?"

"they-" i swallowed, "they were kissing, and so i came here because i didn't wanna watch anymore."

"hang on, he told you he loved you a few days ago?"

i nodded.

"that doesn't seem right."

i shrugged, "pretoria's better than me. i don't blame him."

"his mother would kill him!"

i shrugged again, "i don't think he was legit when he said that."

"molly weasley, y/n!"

"look, he can explain it to you, i don't even wanna hear it. the first stage of mourning is denial, they say."

"doesn't mean it's good."

"denial is awesome. it's ignorance, but you choose to be stupid. i'm already so stupid!" i groaned, covering my face with my hands, "so so so so so so so stupid, foolish, dumb, and i don't want you to tell me i'm not because i know i am. pathetic."

i gobbled down the rest of the meal, "ths 's delicous," i said, swallowing, "g'night!"

"don't be afraid to let it all out."

"yeah."

i shut the door softly, before brushing my teeth and collapsing exhaustedly on the bed, nodding off quickly.

the next day, i woke at 4am, and put on new clothes, apparating to the phone box and filling out paperwork for the missions yesterday.

i joined hermione quickly, handing her a cappucino and sipping my mocha.

"court sitting this early?" she asked me.

i nodded, "mistake of sirius black, now they do all court sittings within 24 hours of arrest."

"that's smart."

"yeah. it's good. he's obviously guilty right? just a dust of veritaserum to bring it all out?"

"i reckon he'll just confess."

"criminals don't go down easily."

"you guys did a spotting job. the children were unharmed."

"are they here today?"

"they're in st mungo's. being monitored."

"parents?"

"dead."

"oh gosh, those poor children. what's going to happen to them?"

"someone's adopting them, wally becker and his wife."

"that's awesome."

the court hushed as we entered the room. hermione and i shared amused glances and began the sitting.

he was found to be guilty and was chucked in azkaban.

"what an idiot, sending a message like that."

"yup," i chuckled, "what with hepole in our ministry, they never escape."

we laughed.

"how's everything with ron?" i asked her.

"i don't know if he's still into me?"

i almost laugh at her statement, "bro. of course he is."

"i never see him."

"then see him more!"

"how? i'm so busy!"

"busy enough for ron?" we both took sandwiches from the canteen lady with courteous smiles and words.

we sat down at the cafeteria.

"i guess not, but he's busy!"

"busy enough for you?"

"i guess not."

"'xactly."

"but he might not wanna go on a date."

"why? the boy's obsessed with you, 'mione!"

the aurors and ministry workers looked at us in fear as i rose up. i chuckled.

i immediately skipped over to the telephone, putting in the WWW's number.

"y/n! what on earth are you doing?" hermione said in a panicked tone.

"nothing to be worried 'bout."

"hello?" it was george. i thanked the heavens for that.

"yolo george, give the phone to your lil bro please."

"'kay."

hermione was gaping at me. i smirked at her.

"y/n?"

"hey ron, i want you to meet me in rosemary park at 5pm today."

"o-okay."

"could you also bring hermione's favourite snacks and wear an extra jumper?"

"what? why?"

"i'm curious, that's all," i said, "see you there!"

"is that y/n?" i heard fred's voice.

"nup, it isn't," i replied.

and with that, i hung up.

"hey 'mione?"

she was glaring at me, "what."

"meet me at rosemary park at 5pm?" i batted my eyelashes at her, before bursting out in laughter.

she laughed, "i love you."

"pfft, love ya too. you really are too careful. like he would reject you."

"what do you think i should wear?"

"let's go off work early today, at 3," i suggested, "we're both on top of our work anyway."

"okay! you wanna go now?"

"it's 11?"

"yeah!"

"alrighty! kalle!"

kalle turned to us, "yes?"

"hi! me and minister are going out to talk about the mission."

"alright, bye."

we apparate to hogsmeade.

"what theme do you wanna go for?"

"hmm," she thought for a second, "floral!"

"alrighty!" i fumbled for my cell phone and dialled the WWW's again.

"hello?" it was fred this time.

"heyo freddie," i said to him like nothing had ever happened, "tell ron to dress up at 5 pm in something cute but not too out there, preferably in florals or somethin', and he better bring me hermione's favourite flowers."

"wha? if he's going with you then- ohhhh."

"thanks, bye."

"wait!"

"mhm?"

"can we talk?"

"erm- about what exactly?"

"everything."

i sighed, "later, okay? i'm out with hermione and you've got work."

"okay. have a good time, lovely."

"you too."

i was utterly confused. here he was one day kissing pretoria, and now he was calling me lovely?

what the hell was going on?

"let's go, mione!"

we went and bought her a pretty pink dress with white lilies adorning it. it was cute and definitely casual, sort of like a sundress.

"what if he doesn't come?" hermione chewed on her lip.

"hermione jean granger, we both know that ron is absolutely definitely a thousand times head over heels in love with you. he wouldn't ditch you for the world! and look at you! anyone can see he's lucky to have you! you both are star-crossed. when has he ever ever ditched you?"

"with lav brown."

"lavender, she's, she's dead, hermione," i said carefully, "fenrir greyback bit her to death. it was a tragic, heroic, death. she was listed in the extended casualties sent to my office a few months after the battle. i think she's watching down on us from wherever she is up there."

"she's dead?"

"yeah," i replied sadly, "life is so short."

"yeah."

"what i'm tryna say, is that that might've happened, but it won't happen again now that he knows you love him and he loves you. understand?"

"yeah."

"and love him well, for the sake of lavender brown."

"for the sake of lavender brown," she said, smiling.

"yup, now, light lord. his name is actually pont knight."

"pont knight?"

"former assistant of me."

"pont knight?"

"yeah, i know right."

"how did he go again?"

"oh, i fired him," i laughed.

"why?"

"smart guy but terribly lazy and he kept asking for promotions! like please do something if you want money."

"interesting."

"he moved to eastern europe to chase after the trendiness of the islands. i think it was just an excuse. he's changed. he used to be clean-shaven and have the blondest hair."

"do you think he did anything else?"

"we did put him on veritaserum, right?"

"yeah, but it's illegal to put someone on it for more than 10 minutes now in court sittings."

"we could go visit him in azkaban later? i'll take gregir."

"yeah, maybe tomorrow or the day after?"

i nodded, "'course. today is a rest day for the aurors right?"

she nodded, "yeah, half of the agency is at home or working out in the gym."

"good. sometimes this work is so tolling, 'mione."

"yeah, i heard from st mungo's you got hurt?" her eyes were concerned.

i rolled up my sleeve, "that's it."

"that's it? what do you mean, that's terrible! you need to take better care of yourself."

"well sometimes it's hard to. it was worth it."

we continued chatting until it was 4:30.

"oop!" she checked her watch, "i have to go!"

"good luck! tell me how it goes, minister! i'll head back to check if anyone's called for you or me and dust it all up."

"thanks. i owe you."

"nah. i owe my job to you. if minister for magic didn't exist, i wouldn't either. i love you 'mione, be safe!"

"love you too!"

i apparated to the phone box and typed my letters in.

with a whoosh, i immediately spotted two letters and a beeping phone. i answered the phone, solving the problem of the woman on the other end of the line and scribbled a reply to both of the letters.

i finished the paperwork and sent it off, then visited my office. it was piling with letters. i answered all of them, redirecting some of them to different departments, before calling everyone back.

i spotted some of the aurors from yesterday's mission sitting in the cafeteria and talking.

i sat down next to them, "how are you guys doing? any injuries?"

they shook their heads, "we've been spending time in the healer's office and just exercising lightly by the orders of johnny," argonas explained and i nodded.

"take it lightly, and go home if you want to. seeing family always helps the process, hopefully not too many nightmares?"

they laughed, "nightmares all the time, miss," hawk said lightly, "get used to it in this job."

i frowned, "have you tried speaking to doctor yvonne? she might have ways to solve nightmares."

"ahh, miss, sleeping draughts can only do so much," hawk replied cordially.

i laughed, "alright, hawkeye, but just make sure you're not getting traumatised okay? what about you, lopex, quentins?"

they shrugged.

"it's okay? the door was very hard to bust into," lopex said quietly, "we had to try several bombarding charms."

"now, lop, it was easy work!" draco said, sitting down, "hello, head auror, hello unit."

it brought on a cacophony of greetings.

"how are you doing, dray?" harry sat down next to him, "hi everyone!"

we all replied with more greetings and a steady conversation started and flowed for a couple of hours.

i felt my cell phone go off and i excused myself, noting it was 9pm already.

i apparated to the apartment doorstep, knocking on the door just in case anything was happening. i checked the caller id, it was hermione.

fred opened the door, hair messy, still good looking. i smiled at him, patting his shoulder as i ran to the ringing telephone and picked it up.

"y/n!" i could just hear the beam in hermione's voice.

"'mione! how did it go?"

"absolutely wonderful, head auror, ahhh, he's so cute!"

"what happened?" i asked, smiling already.

"well it was really cold when i saw the picnic blanket, which was matching my dress for some weird reason, and ron was there in the cutest button up and he looked so handsoME and he gave me a flower, he's always handsome but i just can't! ahhhh!" she squealed and i clapped my hands in excitement.

"and then i was shivering and he gave me hiS JUMPER and it smelled like him and oh my gosh i think i might just be in love, y/n!"

i giggled, "my cooling charm did work!"

"whaT y/n????"

cackling, i said, "continue, i wanna hear more this is so adorable!!!"

i ignored the dirty glance fred gave me, quietening my voice.

"and then we had food and he said he had cooked it himself and was being such a dear and i told him that i loved him over and over again!!!"

i squealed silently again.

"and, and, gosh my english has gone out of the window!"

"english is nothing compared to the language of love!!" i giggled.

"we watched the sunset whilst cuddling, and i fell asleep and then when i woke up i was in his bed and he was looking at me intently and i just, i'm the luckiest girl alive!"

"you are but you deserve it! that's so sweet! i'm happy for you goshhh, you are the cutest couple. you're both such darlings!"

"and then we watched a muggle movie and he got scared of the spiders and it was so adorable ahhhhHHHH!!!"

"that's the cutesttttt," i gushed.

another dirty look from fred. i gave him a frown back.

"and then he walked me home and it started raining and we kissed in the rain and another check off of my bucketlist and oh my gosh he's so perfect."

"oh gosh that's beautiful," i was smiling uncontrollably.

"anyway," her tone changed into one of mischief, "wanna meet up tomorrow to talk about it?"

"sure thing! when and where? i'll be there!"

"erm, lemme chec- think," i heard the suspicious rustling of papers.

"you're sus. let's just talk about it over the phone. i don't want anything weird."

"how about 10 am in the morning at the field of fireflies?"

"that's a highly romantic place, miss minister. isn't it for couples or something?"

"no? you must be talking about fiona farm."

oh. "yeah, probs, well okay, it better have good coffee. i'm dying of boredom too, does it have a playground??" i asked, hopefully crossing my fingers.

"nope."

"awww, shucks, i don't think i'll go then. you wanna come over though?"

"no please come! there's a surprise!"

i was sold, "lovely. i'll be there at 9:30!"

"no, no, don't do that."

"what the hell, hermione, you're being so suspicious!"

"i'm not, okay? just come on time, you won't regret it."

"if there's any funny business i'm not committing arson ever again."

"oh crap."

i sighed.

"just come anyway!!! good night cheerio!!!"

"what the-"

the line ended.

i frowned, noticing the glare fred gave me yet again.

"is everything okay??" i asked him.

"no," he said rudely.

"well, do you need any help?"

"no."

"how was your day?"

"fine."

i sighed, "okay."

"you called ron cute."

i laughed lightly, "that's it?? and so what's kissing a girl huh, nothing? i called him cute because he treats 'mione like a goddess, because she is a goddess, for goodness sake. and he is cute, in a completely objective way," i added absentmindedly, "all you weasleys are."

he frowned.

"she kissed me!"

"oh i don't mind, i couldn't. my two braincells can't handle it. you kiss whoever you wanna, okay? live, laugh, love, and all that." i smiled.

he was silent.

"and we can talk after i meet up with hermione, okay?"

"okay."

"we don't needa if you don't wanna, of course. g'night."

"have a nice sleep."

the next morning, i got up and went to the field of fireflies or whatever.

it was a beautiful place. it was a full on field. meadows stretched across the near english countryside. the sky was clear and light, and the world around me was stunning.

winds blew from all directions, and i soon found myself accio!ing a jumper.

"hermioneeee???" i called, "you're leaving me hanging."

had hermione stood me up? i chuckled at the very thought, soon rolling in the field of flowers as i laughed.

"hermione you devil you stood me up! you left your poor little work wife hanging!" i shouted dramatically.

i suddenly spotted a little house? by the side of the meadow.

i ran towards it.

"whoa."

it was absolutely magnificent. beige little bricks were stacked on top of each other, grey bricks dotted in. the shillings were dark green, and plants hung out everywhere in the cracks of the house.

large windows which reflected the blue light in the sky spanned across the whole house, and a single wooden door stood ajar.

i just wish i had brought a camera. i sat on the grass, playing with the hem of my jumper sadly. even hermione didn't have time for me. i wondered what a sad person i must seem like.

"contemplating life there?" i heard a far off voice. i swung my head around, seeing fred standing and grinning.

yeah well duh i was, no thanks to you, i thought.

i immediately got up.

"we can talk here, right?" fred asked, as he brought me into the house.

"wow," inside, it was cluttered and messy, with plants sprouting everywhere and bookcases and things everywhere. i loved it.

"you like it?" he asked.

"love it."

"good, because i bought it," he laughed at my flabbergasted expression, "i'm rich, darlin'. let's sit, i cooked lunch."

"was this your plan? to have hermione stand me up?" i asked.

"love, i wouldn't call this a plan. simply just a boy trying to explain himself."

"look i don't need an explanation. i told you, you can love whoever you wanna, i don't mind, i don't care, i support."

"but i'm gonna have to explain because i wanna kiss you."

"then go ahead," i sighed, "if you're lying i will stab you."

"jeesh okay."

i looked at him.

"oh yeah, i forgot the food, here," he said casually, handing me a plate filled with yummy looking delicacies. i was willing to put up with his rubbish story telling for the food, i guess.

"alright, i'm all ears."

"okay. so she talked with you right?"

i nodded.

"did she take a piece of hair from you?”

i nodded again.

"so you came home just right about when the night lights flicker on in london. or so i thought it was you. it was actually, aphrodite, yeah? in polyjuice potion. and she knocked on the door, which i thought was strange. i opened it and she immediately kissed me, as you. and it was weird but it was you and i would give the world to kiss you like that," he said bluntly and i could feel my face heating up, "and then it went like that for a few seconds and she turned into pretoria, and by then the woman had her claws on me. then the door opened and i knew i had made a mistake and then you left and apologised so sweetly. i'm so so sorry, my love, please, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to do anything. i broke up with her last year. i haven't wanted to be with her since. i want to be with you."

i looked at him. i knew he was genuine.

"okay. i'm sorry too, for not trusting you. i guess i was just really unsure of our relationship. it's still kinda blurry."

"what do you wanna be?"

"could we be official, please?"

he grinned, "of course."

then smiling sheepishly, he added, "can i kiss you now?"

"only if i'm the only girl you kiss from now on," i teased, smiling.

he blushed, placing my hands over his heart. it was beating very very fast.

"feel that, beautiful?"

i nodded.

"only you."

he gave me a cheesy grin and laughed at my blushing face, before tilting my head upwards and going in for a kiss but kissing my cheek.

"that's not fair!"

and that's how his head ended up falling into my lap, as i ran my fingers through his ginger strands.

he had fallen asleep just as the sunset began.

it was breathtaking. hues of orange and red danced across the sky.

"i can think of something a lot more beautiful than that," fred said, smiling.

"oh?"

"yeah. yeah."

"i don't believe you."

"that's because you can't see yourself right now."

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For all the Sleepless Nights

A/N: Hi everyone so this is for @meganskane and I'm super excited about posting this. It's been a long ride for me to get to the end of this story. Thank you everyone who helped.

Congratulations on hitting 1k dear. 🖤

Warnings: involves underage drinking, hints of sexual assault. Drugs. If I need to add more let me know!

Word count: 3k+

Requests are open

It’s hard to believe it’s been 19 years since I was blessed with Y/n. I know her mother and I tried for years to conceive a child. It just never happened. So we adopted. She was barely 3 months old when we were given custody of her. She looked so funny as a newborn. Like an Alien. I remember getting scolded regularly when I would make comments about how ugly newborn babies were. It never fully occured to me till much later that she was truly going to be my daughter. I logically knew I had guardianship over her but me a father? Legally? Seems a little far-fetched. Especially with me working constantly as a federal agent or as a professor at a nearby college.

By the time Y/n turned 5 her mother had passed away. Leaving me to raise our daughter all on my own. She was killed in a car crash on the way home from a girls night out with her friends by a drunk driver with our daughter in the backseat. Her mother died on impact. Y/n was left frightened and screaming with minor cuts and bruises but otherwise she was deemed “fine”

I got the call from the hospital when the team and I were in the process of capturing an unsub. I was states away. My daughter was left without me for hours alone in a hospital wondering where her mother was and why her dad wasn’t there. I made a choice then, I would no longer be traveling with the rest of the bau. I will have to help from home. I couldn’t leave her again. I refused.

Learning to raise her on my own was difficult but not impossible. There were times I swear the grief was going to consume me. Days where I couldn’t even manage to get out of bed but I had to for her. So I did. I pushed through and I made it out on the other side. Briefly after Y/n turned 18 my mother passed. I thought it would completely shatter me. In a way it did, seeing my little girl struggling to cope with losing her best friend was devastating.

Y/n and her grandmother were inseparable. Mom loved her even more than I think she loved me. She would read to her constantly any book my daughter gave. She would tell her stories about me all the time. Of course this was all on mom’s good days. When she was lucid, on her bad days Y/n would tell her stories and read to her. It was cute and enduring how they would take turns. All I could do was watch in blissful happiness at my two favorite people in the world.

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“Dad! I’m heading out soon!” I yelled as I checked myself in the mirror for the thousandth time. I’m sure dad wouldn’t be too thrilled about my costume choice. He’d just have to get over it though. I am about to move out soon and start my first year of college. I took 2 years off after I graduated high school a year earlier than the rest of my friends. I wanted to go to college around the same time they did. I wanted the chance to see them on campus to have some form of normalcy and and constant. So I waited and traveled around with Dad and his team for a bit. It took A LOT of convincing just for him to even agree to it.

He never wanted me close to any on going serial killers. So one of the rules was that if I went with him and his team. I was to share a room with him and or any other team member. I was allowed to go out and do whatever in the state that we were in as long as I kept in touch and answered his calls and text within the hour or so they were delivered. I had to be back at the hotel no later than 10 pm.

I tried staying out later and lying to dad once but he called the hotel room phone and I didn't answer so I was busted. You’d think that because he was so overprotective over me that as a teenage girl he and I wouldn't get along but we did. We were thicker than thieves. I understood his protectiveness because of his job. For the most part I took every rule he gave me with grace with little to no complaint at all.

This time however I decided to not listen at all. I was so excited. I got invited to a college party by a student when I took a tour of Georgetown. I will be starting there when the new semester begins.

Once I was truly satisfied with my outfit, I could hear dad in the kitchen most likely making himself a cup of coffee. He had some papers to grade tonight after all.

“How do I look?” I asked once I had him in my line of sight. I twirled around for added effect to show off my costume.

He shook his head and smiled. “You're going to catch a cold if you don’t bring a jacket.”

A pout formed on my face before I could stop myself from making one. “A jacket will ruin my costume! I don’t wanna wear one.” The whine in my voice made him roll his eyes at me.

“I’m allowing you to go to this college party because you are a smart young woman and you know how to handle yourself. I don’t have to, you still live under my roof for the next couple of months. Y/n.” Dad’s voice was stern and unbudging. I knew he was serious; he very rarely got his “Dad” voice with me.

I sighed in defeat as I grabbed my jacket from the rack next to the door.

“This party is on the campus right?” He asked as he watched me slip it on over my skimpy costume choice.

“Yeah, of course where else would a college party be?” I lied, acting as innocent as possible.

I am very certain he saw through me but he chose to trust me. My phone went off letting me know my friends were outside in one of their cars waiting for me. I went to head out the door when he stopped me.

“And where do you think you are going without giving your father a proper farewell young lady?” He had a small smirk on his face as he opened his arms.

It was my turn to roll my eyes as I ran into him and hugged him with all my might. “I love you dad, thank you for letting me go. I’ll be safe. I know the rules. Call if I need you. Don’t worry I don’t plan on drinking or anything. I just wanna get to know some of my future peers.”

He smiled as he held me tightly and kissed me on the forehead. “Please be safe. Be home no later than 1am. If anything happens please do not hesitate to call me.”

When we finally made it to the party I was extremely nervous. I wasn’t told until an hour before I was supposed to leave that it wasn’t going to be on the campus. It was the first time I have ever lied to my dad. I felt awful but it was too late to turn back now.

When the car finally stopped I was anxious and jittery. The loud thumping from the music inside of the abandoned warehouse was vibrating the car windows. My friends quickly got out of the car and began bouncing up and down out of excitement.

I wish I felt the same. I already wanted to go home. Why did I agree to this in the first place?

Oh yeah because the invitation I got was from a hot college guy. I inwardly facepalmed myself as I got out of the car and pulled my jacket tighter around myself.

Dad was right. I would have frozen if he didn’t insist I take my jacket. I don't see how the other girls here aren't freezing.

I stood next to the car frozen as I watched my friends head in leaving me behind. Like normal. I was always the odd ball out in the group anyway so I'm not really surprised.

The longer I was planted in place the more the smell of sweat, alcohol and weed filled my nose.

My heart was racing in my chest just thinking about going in there.

I pulled my phone out from between my breasts. Which I put there for safe keeping just in case I did take off my jacket.

I was in the process of texting dad when the guy that invited me walked up.

He was bundled up trying to keep warm as well. His hands in his pockets.

He was smiling at me when he spoke.

"Hey, I didn't think you'd show. But you made it. Why aren't you inside yet? I promise it's warmer in there than it is out here." And oh god did he have a beautiful smile.

A smile formed on my lips. "Yeah I'm sure it is. I- I was just messaging my dad to let him know I arrived safely. "

I pulled my phone up and went to go text dad that I was safe before I could hit send. Mister handsome face decided to give me his name.

" I'm Tyler by the way." He held out his hand to me for a handshake. I was tempted to always say what my dad said 'that it would be safer to kiss' but I thought best not to, so I extended my arm and placed my fingers in his hand.

The way my hand looked, In his was as if I were a princess expecting a kiss. I figured the less contact the less germs.

He laughed at my gesture but shook my hand anyway. "I didn't realize I was speaking to royalty. Seriously though? Do you not shake normally or is it just because you don't like me?"

I gave him an awkward smile before I placed my phone back between my breasts. I didn't care if he saw I just didn't want to continue holding my phone.

"I'm much more into waving than actual physical contact with someone I barely just learned the name of. It's not you, it's me, I promise. " a nervous laugh escaped me.

I gave him a small wave. "My name is Y/n. If you were curious about something like that. Since you are flirting with a complete stranger."

Sometime as the night went on Tyler had convinced me to finally go inside. We were sitting in what I assumed used to be an office with the door open. We were on the second floor. You had a clear view of the "dance floor" from up here. It was pretty cool honestly.

The music was so loud I could barely hear myself. I'm not sure how I managed to keep the conversation going between us. All in all Tyler seemed like a great guy. He told me about how he is studying to be a surgeon and how he hopes to save lives.

Everything was going great, better than great even. I felt okay even being surrounded by all of these people.

There were people also in the room with us. So we weren't completely alone, which could be another reason I seemingly felt safe.

A guy came in with a tray of drinks and passed them out to everyone. He offered me the last glass. Which I declined.

"What's the matter, princesses don't drink?" Tyler asked.

I just looked at him and shook my head. "I'm not much of a drinker anyway. I'd rather have water than alcohol."

I couldn't help but check the time, midnight

I still had an hour left.

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My cell phone ringing jolted me awake. I glanced at the clock on the wall and looked around panicked as I picked up my phone. I barely read the name on the screen as I accepted the call.

“Y/n, Honey where are you?!” My voice was frantic as I quickly fixed my clothes and put on my shoes and coat. I knew something was wrong. She’s never broken curfew this late before.

I could hear her breathing heavily and the rain from outside clear as day through the phone.

“Honey, answer me.” I moved to go grab my keys and immediately headed towards the front door and out towards my car.

“D-dad can you please come and get me.” Her voice was hard to understand through her sobs.

“Where exactly are you? Do I need Garcia to track your phone sweetheart?” My worry for my daughter was beginning to make my hands shake as I held my phone to my ear.

She didn’t answer me, instead all i heard was the phone hit the ground and another sob escaped her.

“Baby, where are you?” I repeated. I put my phone on speaker as I began to message Gracia to track her phone for me.

Within a matter of minutes she sent me my daughters gps location and that she was sending Luke and Tara out just in case I needed help.

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I arrived at her location to find her sitting on the sidewalk soaking wet from the rain with her phone sitting in her hands. She was curled in on herself crying. I saw the scraps and bruises covering her body and my face hardened.

No, that didn’t happen. Not to her. Right? She didn’t deserve that. Then again no victim did. I felt vial fill my throat at the thought of me seeing my daughter as a victim. I swore I’d never let her be one of any kind.

I softened my face the best I could as I crouched down in front of her cupping her face to make her look at me.

When I saw her eyes for the first time since I arrived it was like she couldn’t even see me.

She was shivering from the weather, her face was freezing even with her warm tears falling.

“Hey, let's get you into the car to get warm alright?” I spoke gently and pulled at her lightly to stand only to have her pull back as hard as she could and fall back to the sidewalk. She moved as quickly as she could, kicking me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain letting out a groan.

At least I knew whoever did this to her didn’t get away unscathed. Is it odd to say I was proud? Even with her drug induced mind she was still fighting.

I heard their boots splashing in the rain before I saw them. Luke touched my back as soon as he was close enough.

“You okay?” I nodded my head and looked at my frightened daughter as she began crying harder. Wails leaving her lips.

Tara glanced at me more than at y/n. She moved slowly so as not to startle her. I knew it was a terrible idea to try to move her. Considering the statistics of male predators. I took the chance anyway. I knew I should have waited for Tara to arrive. I just didn’t want her left out here in the cold.

“Come on sweetheart let's get you warm okay? Don’t worry you are safe now. No one is going to hurt you.” I watched Tara walk my daughter to my car. Her voice is so soft and comforting. Once she got Y/n into the car she started checking her for open wounds. I couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch.

The rain didn’t seem like it was going to let up anytime soon. The thundering and lighting became a normal sound track along with my little girl’s sobs. I wonder if this is what my mom felt like when she knew that there was nothing she could do to comfort me. She just had to watch as my life slowly started taking parts of me. Parts that would never return to me even after all this time.

I felt my tears fill my eyes as my hands clenched and unclenched. I wanted whoever did this to her. I went to move towards Tara and my daughter only to stop in my tracks as I heard an ambulance zoom past us to a warehouse a couple of blocks away. I had been so focused on finding her I must have completely missed it.

Luke and I exchanged a look as he got into the black svu and drove up to the warehouse to see what was going on. The party goers dressed in various costumes scattered about waiting for the paramedics. There was no doubt in my mind that the ambulance was there because of something y/n had done. I couldn’t help but bitterly smile at the thought.

“Dad, I want my dad.”

Tara stepped aside and let me to her.

She finally wasn’t shivering. I couldn’t say the same for myself but right now that didn’t matter. All that mattered was her.

“Y-you came. You’re here.” Her voice broke as she latched her arms around me and buried her face into my chest sobbing.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly and held her to me. She didn’t seem to mind my soaked clothes; she just wanted to be held by me. I looked up and saw Tara get into the driver's seat of my vehicle.

“Let your dad into the car sweetheart. I am going to drive up to where your Uncle Luke is and see what's going on. You and your dad are going to stay in this car and not move until you guys get home. Okay.”

She pulled herself further into the backseat letting me slide in with her as I pulled her back to me and closed the door.

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Her sobs and whimpers have quieted down some. “Do you wanna tell me what happened?” I knew the medicine Tara most likely gave her was the cause of her calming down and i couldn’t be more thankful for my friend

As I spoke I noticed Tara and Luke talking to the kid on the gurney and I felt my blood boil. Perhaps I was jumping to assumptions too fast. Maybe the guy being wheeled away into the ambulance wasn’t her attacker. Maybe I was wrong? It was unlikely but there was always a possibility for hell to freeze over right?

“Please don’t be mad at me.” She pulled away from me and looked down at her hands as started picking at her cuticles. “I didn’t know the party wasn’t going to be on campus till an hour or so before I left. I didn’t mean to lie to you when I told you about the party. I panicked. When we got here I ran into the guy that invited me.” She sucked in a shuddered breath as tears began to form in her eyes again.

“He seemed nice. Genuine even. We were hanging out with a group of his friends. Since mine just kind of left me when we arrived. Everyone was drinking but me. I refused. His friends kept pestering me. Eventually Tyler got up and got me a cup of water. I thought nothing of it. Like a fucking idiot.”

I winced at her cussing. She never really did. She was old enough though so I didn't mind it was just odd hearing her do it. She seemed so small. I couldn’t help but remember how she was when I arrived at the hospital the night her mother died. She was that same little girl right now. Frightened, scared and angry.

“Eventually I started feeling like I was going to be sick. I tried to get outside. When he. He grabbed me and shoved me up against the wall outside of the room we were in. He kept trying to touch me.” She covered her mouth and screamed into her hand.

Being a bystander in all of this is not what I wanted to be. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to tear him limb from limb. How dare he hurt my little girl.

“I fought him off and when I shoved him. He fell down the flight of stairs and I ran. I just kept running.”

She looked at me with her lips quivering. “I’m so sorry daddy. I missed curfew. I let you down.”

She threw herself at me then tackling me into the side door of the car as she sobbed into me.

“It’s okay. Everything is okay now. I am not mad, sweetheart. I’m just glad I didn't lose you tonight.”

I rubbed my hand up and down her back to comfort her. I could still see Luke and Tara through the rain and the little bastard that hurt her.

Before long. She had fallen asleep in my arms and honestly I couldn't be more thankful that she felt that safe with me. I myself must have dozed off too waiting on them to get done with questioning everyone about what happened. I awoke to Luke tapping on my window and letting me know we were at my home.

I somehow managed to get myself out of the car without waking up y/n. I thanked Luke and Tara for their help tonight or rather this morning as I picked up my daughter and carried her into the house. That Tara sweetly opened for me before putting my keys in the bowl by the door.

I carried her to her room and went to leave when she caught my hand.

“I know I am too old to ask but can you please hold me tonight dad? I’m scared to be alone.”

I moved into the bed beside her as she snuggled into my side. I played with her hair as she drifted off back to sleep.

It had been a long time since my little girl needed me. I was always afraid she wouldn’t anymore since she was older but I never dreamt she’d need me for a situation like this.

I took reassurance in having her close to me. Feeling her warmth. It was comforting.

“I love you” I whispered into the darkness as I kissed the top of her head before I drifted off to sleep

myself.

The battle of the day would have to wait until we awoke. Right now we are both too exhausted to fight anymore.

The sleepless nights that will follow her after this night will be never ending. I just know I will be there every time she calls.

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radiorenjun · 4 years ago

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I Don't Need It

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: v, vi

After the incident at Jaemin's house, you received a small scolding from your parents the next morning for leaving early as you pretended to be asleep when they came into your room to talk after the dinner party. (Even though you continued crying til dawn after they closed the door.)

You came to school with puffy swollen red eyes, messy hair and dark bags under your eyes that couldn't go unnoticed by the other students who just gave you a pitiful smile when greeting you. You tried your hardest to give them a decent smile back but the ache in your heart wouldn't go away, all you wanted to do was cry and sleep in your bed all day.

You felt hopeless and exhausted. You were seriously contemplating on skipping school today as you gathered your books and a pen from your locker until you heard a familiar voice behind you calling out your name.

"Y/N."

You turned your head back to see Huang Renjun who gave you a soft smile, stretching out his arms wide to give you a big warm hug. You felt tears lining up the brim of your eyes when you felt his arms comforting you, but you took a deep shuddering breath against his chest.

You felt Renjun pat your head, pulling away to wrap an arm around your shoulder and leads you to your next class. "Stop crying, ugly." Renjun chuckled as you sniffled tilted your head up to keep your tears in. "I'm sure I would if I don't feel like absolute shit right now, Renjun." you deadpanned.

Renjun rolled his eyes at your sardonic tone, taking a few agonizing moments of silence to think of what to say. He clicked his tongue, "so, are you going to finally stop?" he spoke quietly, the amusement in his voice had now disappeared.

You leaned your head against him and sighed heavily, closing your eyes for a moment before responding. "Enough is enough, I guess. I was bout to give up sooner or later anyways," you laughed bitterly, looking down.

"It hurt alot, you know." you chuckled, wiping your eyes to stop the tears that you couldn't hold in. Renjun bit his lip, his chest clenched at the sight of you crying as he lead you to your class. Guilt for bringing up the topic filling his heart as he sat beside you, watching you bury yourself in your arms and try to keep your breathing steady.

Renjun patted your back, unsure of what to do or say as the teacher walks into class. Although, he couldn't pay attention to the lesson, he couldn't stop thinking bout how much in pain you sounded when you accidentally buttdialed him.

Renjun was casually laying on his stomach on his bed while playing some animal crossing when the sound of his ringtone blasted from his phone. He sighed, picking up his phone then furrowing his brows at the name that popped up his screen.

Y/N L/N The Hopeless One

Why was she calling? Shouldn't she be at her monthly dinner with the Na's? More importantly, why is she calling in the middle of his animal crossing session? He swore that he remembers that Mrs. Choi didn't give homework today, so why else did she call?

Renjun swiped his thumb to receive the call, putting his phone beside his ear. "Hello? Y/N?" all he heard from your side of the call were soft sniffles, it sounded as if you were trying to calm yourself down. Wait, what's going on?

"Renjun, I'm so sorry, I sat on my phone and I think it accidentally-" you spluttered, choking on your words as you spoke. Something's definitely wrong. Renjun sat up completely, putting down his switch as his concern grew even more. "Wait, are you crying?" he asked hesitantly.

That seemed to silence you. But a hiccup elicited from you was enough to give him an answer, "no? Why would I be crying?" you cried out, sobs breaking out of your throat and through his phone speakers. Renjun bit his lip as he heard your cries, reading to hear you out.

"Y/n, it's okay. I'm here. Tell me what happened." He chuckled, laying down on his bed to prepare himself of what's to come. He heard you inhale deeply before telling him the whole story in explicit detail.

He was thankful that he got the main points considering your cries and gasps had muffled the words you spoke but either way he couldn't blame Jaemin for snapping, but he was beyond livid at the boy for letting his anger and annoyance get the best of him.

Renjun sighed as you finished your explanation, continuing to sob. Sounds of spoon hitting a plastic tub of ice cream (which you had grabbed in the middle of your explanation with an "I need to fill the emptiness inside me with some ice cream, I can't explain this without ice cream") in the background.

"That's a dick move." Renjun tsked. "I can't believe he broke your music box, the music box! I knew how special that thing meant to you." he exclaimed angrily. You sniffed, "I know but I can't blame him for yelling like that."

"That still doesn't give him an excuse for breaking what's yours." Renjun added. "Jesus Christ, he's supposed to be your soulmate, for Pete's sake! The one person in the world who's suppose to cherish your heart," he growled.

"Unbelievable, I'm going to kill him when we get to school." he muttered. "Renjun, don't. Please. Just leave him be, it wasn't completely his fault." you cried. "But-" Renjun started before you cut him off with a sob.

"I mean it." you told him boldly. "Leave him be. Please. Even though he crushed my heart to a gazillion pieces, I still love him with all my heart and I can't stop loving him. Please, Renjun." you pleaded, the desperation in your tone causing Renjun to nod and let out a small "okay".

He heard you sigh, hiccuping afterward. "I love him you know. I really do," you hiccuped. Renjun sighed, chuckling afterwards, "I know. You say that every 30 minutes in school, to an almost creepy level if I do say so myself." he teased.

You didn't laugh though, he knew your chest was still aching like hell to do so. "He said he'll never like me like that." you spoke in an almost audible tone, "I don't know what to do with myself anymore, Renjun. What am I supposed to do without him?" it seemed the tears had came back considering you started sobbing again.

Renjun sighed, "you really are an idiot." he chuckled sympathetically. "I know I am." you agreed, grabbing a tissue as you let out another dramatic sob.

"Is she okay?" your friend, Yeji, mouthed at Renjun, nodding her head at your sulking form that was poking your food mindlessly with a plastic spork. Renjun glared at your friend, his expression screaming 'Are you blind or stupid?'

Nancy rolled her eyes, nodding her head up at Renjun as if to say 'what's up with her, you idiot'. Renjun bit his lip, subtly pointing at you before making a heart with his fingers, tearing the heart apart slowly before pressing a finger down his eyelids to his cheeks with his face scrunched up.

Renjun then pointed at Na Jaemin who was a few tables away, chatting with Jeno and the other members of the Football Team along with a few girls from the cheer leading squad. Your group of friends furrowed their brows at the sight of Jaemin nodding his head along with his friends, smiling brightly as if he hadn't just broke a valuable possession of yours.

Hyunjin looked back at Renjun with wide eyes, pointing at you then at the boy who was sitting tables away from you. Renjun nodded before taking a spoonful of his lunch. The group exchanged expressions of sympathy before Yeji gave you an encouraging hug.

"Cheer up, babe." she said, trying to lighten your mood. "People fight all the time, I'm sure he'll make up for it eventually. Boys suck, anyways." Nancy added in agreement, receiving an offended "hey!" from Hyunjin beside her.

"Don't you have a lesson with him after this?" Chani asked, receiving a smack to the back of his head by Renjun afterwards. "I'm just asking, sheesh!" he hissed in retaliation, but the stoic expression on Renjun's face remained.

"Right, I have a class with him." you groaned, rubbing your swollen eyes with your palms. "I wish I could just skip," you muttered under your breath. "Don't we all? I mean I have Mr Park's after this and I forgot to do that essay he assigned yesterday." Yeji agreed.

"The essay bout Isaac Newton's discovery?" Jinyoung questioned, raising a brow. "I don't know, but it was that guy who had an apple fall ontop of his head though." she explained, pulling out her phone idly. "Yeji, that assignment was assigned three weeks ago."

"So? I am a busy person okay."

"Busy, my ass. You text me literally every hour of every day saying that you were tired of being bored and single, you damn procrastinator."

"Shut up would yo-"

"I'm going to head to class early, okay? I'll see you guys later," you got up, unable to stay in the same room as the guy who broke your heart who was having the time of his life, oblivious to the fact that your heart and mark was burning like hell.

"Y/N-" Nancy called out but you cut her off with a sad smile. "I just need some time alone right now," you sighed, grabbing your bag and started walking out of the cafeteria. You heard footsteps behind you, feeling a hand on your shoulder as Renjun's figure came up walking beside you.

"I'll walk you to class," Renjun smiled. "What part of-" you huffed before he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, "I wasn't asking, y/n." he giggled. You inhaled sharply, pushing his hand away from your mouth. "Don't get your hand near my mouth, I might die from whatever virus you have transferred onto your skin with the amount of paint water you consume everyday." you joked, a small smile evident before it faltered to a frown.

"Oh please, I don't consume paint water on purpose, you idiot. My fingers are cleaner than a germaphobe, chill out." he giggled before frowning when he noticed your eyes getting teary again. Memories of Jaemin yelling at you fluttered through your mind once again, your heart began to ache in your chest and your soulmate mark was burning against your skin.

Renjun bit his lip nervously, contemplating what to do next to make a smile appear on your face. 'Fuck it,' the boy thought, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders in the empty hallway before giving you a bright smile. "Why don't we ditch school for the rest of the day?" he offered.

Your eyes widened, "what did you just say?" you exclaimed with a gasp. "Let's ditch," he replied with a bold tone, nodding in encouragement, his eyes shining bright. "You? Are encouraging me? To ditch school?" you gaped, pointing to yourself and to Renjun in disbelief.

"Who are you and what have you done to the Renjun who cares bout his pristine reputation and nags bout how important perfect attendance is?"

"Oh come on. I'll even treat you to Baskin Robins, " Renjun poked your side teasingly, causing you to squeak and flinch in response. "So, what do you say?" he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as the arm around your shoulder pulled your closer to his form.

You thought bout it for a moment. Will Ms. Lee give you extra work as punishment once she finds out that you had ditched class? Without a doubt in mind, obviously. Are you willing to bare 25 minutes of half of the class muttering and whispering bout you, wondering why you aren't sitting next to Jaemin? Nope. Is this worth it? Probably.

"Alright." you gave in with a chuckle. "Only if you buy me fries and Baskin Robins though," you pointed a finger at him which he shrugged in response. "I'll be penniless by the end of the day but I'd do anything to stop making you feel like shit"

"It's cute that you care bout me."

"Don't take it to heart, this is a one time thing."

"Sure it will."

"Y/n, I'm serious. I need to save money for the next release of Kingdom Hearts."

It was a shame that you missed Jaemin's presence staring at you from afar the whole day. The way his eyes would subtly glance at you every few seconds during lunch, carefully watching you depressed figure poking tteokbokki with a sport.

Your friends hugging you and comforting you by your side. Jaemin felt guilty bout what happened that night but he knew that it was the last straw and it was the only way you would get off his back. Nonetheless, why did he feel sad when he saw you walking like a lifeless zombie on the way to the bus stop this morning as he drove to school?

He figured it was because he wasn't used to you coming up to his car every morning asking for a ride. Why did he feel his heart getting heavy when he saw you walking around like a kicked puppy waiting for it's owner as you open your locker.

He couldn't stop thinking bout how broken hearted you look when he yelled at you that night. He honestly didn't know what to feel. Relief now that you had stopped clinging on to him like a sloth hanging on a tree branch? Guilt because he had broken a gift you had given him? But why would you cry over a cheap music box when you just smiled at him when he had broke your favorite camera?

Jaemin watched you leave his room without another word. His gaze went down to his now dirty floor, pieces of wood scattered across the floor and a small figurine laying in between the pieces. 'It must've been an old cheap music box or something.' he thought.

Jaemin clicked his tongue angrily, kneeling down to run a hand through his hair. "Shit," he sighed softly, feeling the stress from earlier pile up in his head once again. His eyes went to the wooden pieces to the photograph of you and him when you were kids.

His eyes grew soft at the sight, remembering your high-pitched voice practically screaming at him to stop shooting his transformer action figures at your barbies while they were getting their hair brushed. He chuckled at the memory, his hand slowly picking up the photograph of you two laughing with your toys in hand.

He remembered how your grandma had barged in to take a photo of the two of you, commenting bout how adorable it would be to have Jaemin as your soulmate and future grandson in law. "I miss those times," he muttered, caressing the photo with his thumb before pulling out his wallet.

He folded the picture and snuck it into his wallet, smiling slightly. Jaemin looked at the scattered pieces and grabbed one of the empty boxes you had presented him when you gave him that new watch for his first goal. "I'll just throw this away later," he said as he gathered all the pieces and puts them in the decorated box.

Jaemin then got up to his window, stretching his curtains to peek at your room. He could see your window which was now covered by your curtains, your lights were turned off but he could see your figure collapsing on your bed. Did he go too far?

Jaemin didn't understand why it was making him feel down to see you frown like that. To hear the students around you gossip bout how sad you looked today. He didn't understand why he felt like he had done something awfully terrible.

"Holy shit, you did that?" Jeno gasped, almost dropping his spoon dramatically onto the table. Jaemin nodded sheepishly as he explained the whole situation with you at the dinner party. "Yep."

"Isn't that a little too far? I mean she looks really really sad. Sadder than that time when she got an F on maths." Jeno raised his brow, sitting up straight as Jaemin shrugged in response. "It was the only way to get her off my back for a while, I'm sick of it." he groaned.

"Dude, what if she actually stops for good? Then what?" he added, disbelieving the fact that his best friend would hurt his own soulmate like that. He never really understood why Jaemin was so defensive bout the soulmate topic, either.

"Then? Then great! I wouldn't have to worry bout her nagging to me everyday of my life. As if that's gonna happen though, she's gonna get back to it in a few days, trust me." Jaemin chuckled. He knows you like the back of his hand, once you calm down, you'll be back to annoy the living hell out of him again.

"Dude, isn't that a little too far?"

"What if that music box actually meant something to her? I mean, she looks as if she had seen herself die or something!"

"Jeno-"

"What would you do if she stops and the tables starts turning?"

"Jeno that's not possibl-"

"I said 'if'!! What IF you grew feelings for her when she stops feeling like that? What are you gonna do?"

"Jeno sto-"

"What are you two gonna do now huh? Remove your mark-"

"Jeno, fuck off!." Jaemin barked, his eyes growing dark. Jeno closed his mouth, realising he had spoken too much. He couldn't help it. Not when he knew his friend made a huge mistake. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking down shamefully.

Jaemin sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. Please don't bring this up again," he muttered, getting up from his spot in the table.

He felt sick to his stomach. He excused himself and passing by the cheerleaders gawking at him on one of the tables. Once he stepped out he saw your lonely figure walking alone in the halls.

He didn't know why he wanted to talk to you at that moment. And he sure didn't know why it made him feel irritated to see Huang Renjun come up and comfort you, eliciting a smile from you with a few words.

"Why don't we ditch school for the rest of the day?"

Jaemin almost let out a laugh. You? Ditching class? The day that happens is the day that pigs fly. You couldn't possibly accept his offer, right? You two do share a class after this, you wouldn't give up any opportunity to spend time with him-

"Alright." you gave in with a chuckle.

Jaemin felt something inside of him ache. He couldn't understand why you would skip class for the rest of the day to spend time with Renjun instead of him. He couldn't understand why you look so happy walking out to the corridors of the school with him by your side.

Jaemin stood in his place, his pupils began to shake as he watched Renjuns embrace tighten around your small form. His hands now balled up into fists as he gripped onto the fabric of his white hoodie. He didn't understand why he felt his blood boil when he saw you two happily in each others company.

More importantly he was too busy pondering a million questions in his head go acknowledge the pain in his chest and the slight burn of his soulmate mark on his left skin beneath the fabric covering it.

I want to cry this took forever uGh. I love writing this series hehe

Tags: @12am-musings @cherrystay

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palaugranetes · 4 years ago

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🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

Sergiño: Why are you even still awake

Ansu: It's only 23:56

Ansu: I have nothing to do tomorrow

Dembz: We are discussing important things here bro

Sergiño: You are talking about a video game

Ansu: Exactly.. important stuff

Sergiño: yeah... enjoy.. I'm out

Ronald: Please just go to sleep you two.. we have a match tomorrow.

Ansu: Yes you do

Ronald: We would like to sleep. So shush

Dembz: No one is stopping you😌

Ansu: Night night sweetheart

16 December 2020

Ronald: It is too late for this shit.. Bye

Frenkie: Night night guys

Dembz: ✌🏿

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Ansu: Y'all better not make me come to the match for nothing.

Dembz: The things we do

JC: Have fun

Riqui: This should be good.

Arnau: I expect nothing quite frankly.

JC: And yet I am still disappointed.

Arnau: I mean.. pretty much yeah.

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Ansu: Did y'all see Geri's pants 😂😂😂

JC: WHat PANTS?!

Ansu: His clown pants

JC: OMG SHOW ME

Ansu: Check your messages

JC: 😂😂😂

Dembz: Bro I am trying not to laugh!

Arnau: Should you guys really be talking about his clothes?..

Ansu: What is stopping us?

Arnau: Suit yourselves😌

JC: Aha.. Alright then.

Ansu: I better not have come for nothing I swear to God.

Dembz: We shall see..

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JC:🤦🏽‍♂️

Ansu: Not even surprised anymore.

.....

JC: JORDI!!!!!!!!!

Ansu: Now I'm surprised!

Dembz: It was a good one.

.....

Ansu: Still not over Geri's clown pants..

......

Arnau: FRENKIIIEEEEEE!!!!!! YES!!!!👑

Ansu: YOU LEGEND!!!@Frenkie

Dembz: YES!!!!

........

Ansu: This is getting boring

Arnau: Getting?

Dembz: I wish Riqui was here

Ansu: Why?

Dembz: I wanted him to add Geri

Ansu: ARE YOU INSANE?!

Dembz: Look.. It could be fun

Arnau: You need to reconsider your life choices my friend

Ansu: I agree with him.. Why would we even

JC: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?!

Dembz: Debateable

Ansu: No debate here.. You are

JC: Don't even think of mentioning it to Riqui.

Dembz: 😒 fine

JC: I mean it Ousmane.. N'y pense même pas!

Dembz: I SAID FINE

.......

Arnau: JEEZ OMG PEDRI

Ansu: Gosh that looked horrible..

JC: It hurt me seen it..

Dembz: What a Legend. Taking one for the team.

Ansu: We do not deserve it.. @Pedri you are a boss! Thanks for saving our ass.💙❤

.......

Arnau: Finally.. It is over.

Arnau: Gonna go wash my eyes with a happy movie.

Ansu: I got out of the house for this..

Ansu: But at least we won

Dembz: Yep

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Carlitos: "Ansu: His clown pants" Always representing us. Whenever Wherever..

Carlitos: No pun intended

Riqui: Everytime I sit through a match I feel like I need to take 3 showers.. And a detox..

Frenkie: 💙❤💙❤💙

Ronald: You and me bro @Oscar.. After all this time

Francisco: I really am not liking this.. we won.. but like

Iñaki: I think I dozed off for a few minutes in the 2nd half

Pedri: "Ansu: We do not deserve it.. @Pedri you are a boss! Thanks for saving our ass.💙❤" 💙❤ Força Barça

Ansu: You alright there buddy?

Pedri: Yes I'm great

Carlitos: That was some knock

Sergiño: It scared the hell out of me

17 December 2020

Ronald: Me too

Oscar: 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻A Boss

Pedri: I'm alright guys. We won. This is what matters most.

Francisco: "Pedri: I'm alright guys. We won. This is what matters most." I mean yes..

Riqui: Horrible ugly wins are still wins.

Frenkie: To be fair.. It was better than the last match

Carlitos: The bar is not set that high bro

Frenkie: No shit.

Frenkie: We'll see the match against Valencia..

Carlitos: 🙄🙄

Iñaki: Yeah we shall see.. remember they beat Madrid

Riqui: Not really a good reference there bro.. That match was pure comedy though😂

Ansu: 😂

Carlitos: The way it happened😂😂😂

Arnau: We really shouldn't be laughing😂😂😂

Riqui: I'm gonna go sleep and forget this match happened ✌🏼

Dembz: Night night

Riqui: You and I need to have a serious talk.. remind me tomorrow

Dembz: What'd I do?!

Riqui: You know what you did.

Dembz: I wouldn't be asking if I knew!!

Carlitos: Oooh someone's in trouble 😂

Dembz: WHAT DID I DO!?

Ronald: Lower your voice it's 2:00 am

Frenkie: Please stop talking.. I've had a long day

Carlitos: You got it goldilocks.

Frenkie: Thanks Curlitos

Carlitos: 💙

Iñaki: He asks y'all to shut up and you do it instantly but when I do...

Dembz: He said please

Ansu: He has a point

Carlitos: It is the magic word after all

Iñaki: 😑 Good night

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Dembz: What was it you needed to talk to me about @Riqui?

Pedri: My side is killing me now that the adrenaline is gone 😅

Sergiño: Bro you basically were wrapped around the post.. I wouldn't expect anything less.

Pedri: Worth it.

Riqui: Is it?

Pedri: Acting like you wouldn't die for this Club

Riqui: This Club absolutely.. I am dying for it everyday.

Riqui: But him?... I would maybe take a minute to reconsider my options

Pedri: Him?

Carlitos: Ronald!

Ronald: Yes?

Pedri: Ronald?

Ronald: YES?

Riqui: Not you. But Hi

Carlitos: Sr.

Pedri: Ah ... Fair

Riqui: 🤷🏼‍♂️

Ronald: Hi @Riqui

Riqui: @Dembz Are you out of your mind?

Dembz: Sometimes, why?

Riqui: You really want Gerard here bro.. you realize we made this to shit talk the adults..and kept it a secret for that same reason!

Dembz: Yes but.. it'd be fun

Riqui: NO.

Carlitos: Your concept of fun scares me..

Ansu: 😂

Dembz: We had Luis here... you really think he didn't tell them?!

Ronald: He didn't

Dembz: 😒

Dembz: As if you'd know

Ronald: I do.

Riqui: No more asking for Gerard

Dembz: Fine

Riqui: I mean it.

Dembz: I SAID FINE

18 December 2020

Oscar: Guys!!!

Oscar: The Girls will play at the Camp Nou finally!! My sister is so happy! 🥺

Riqui: They deserve it.

Carlitos: More than us tbh

Arnau: Yep

Ronald: That is fantastic news. Way overdue as well.

Riqui: And to think we play after them 😂😂

Arnau: 😂

Carlitos: You say we as if you are going to set foot on that pitch..

Riqui: Shut up.. It is and it will always be we.

Carlitos: I know... It's sad really..

Pedri: Eventually.. and hopefully soon, he'll see the error of his ways

Francisco: 🙄 Can he like see it now?

Pedri: 🤷🏻‍♂️

Frenkie: I am tired.

Frenkie: Exhausted even.

Riqui: So am I...

Carlitos: We all are.

Sergiño: I don't know what I expected when I came here, but this is not it fam

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Ansu: @Dembz you still going to the Camp Nou tomorrow?

Dembz: Yep

Ansu: Fantastic.

19 December 2020

Pedri: Can you believe it's been 11 years!?

Pedri: I still remember that day like it was yesterday!!!

Pedri: Seeing Pedro score and then LEO!!!!

Riqui: I remember.

Carlitos: Andriu with all his hair

Oscar: Puyi🦁😍

Ronald: Puyi and Geri were something..

Riqui: Xavi😍🤩😍🤩😍🤩

Carlitos: Good times

Arnau: The best of times

Frenkie: We can go back to those times

Riqui:

Carlitos: I Agree with whatever the hell Ricard just sent.

Carlitos: But I feel the sarcasm oozing out of it

Iñaki: Never say oozing ever again in your life.

Carlitos: It's a word

Iñaki: That you should never say again

Carlitos: Whatever.. gonna go get ready for the match.

Ansu: You have one job today. Win

Ansu: Please for the love of everything sacred.. WIN

Pedri: We will try our best

Ansu: You I trust

Ronald: What is that supposed to mean

Ansu: You as in the people here

Ronald: Aha

JC: If only someone else trusts the people here 🙄

Ansu: We don't hear from him for two days and then BAM!

Dembz: He is not wrong

Ansu: I know

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Ansu: I feel like Geri's spidey senses tingled when we were talking about his clown pants😂

.......

Ansu: I am so done with these idiots

Ansu: Not you @Pedri @Ronald @Oscar @Sergiño

......

Dembz: WHAT. A. GOAL. RONALD!!!!!!!!!

Ansu: DAMN THAT WAS HOT

Iñaki: BRO!!!!! 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

.......

Ansu: 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒

Iñaki: Idk how Marc still hasn't kicked everyone's ass

Ansu: Idk but he should

Iñaki: They really are making him look bad

Ansu: Ugh

Dembz: 🤦🏿‍♂️🤦🏿‍♂️🤦🏿‍♂️

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Riqui: Well that was horrible

Riqui: Poor Mira

Francisco: I feel bad for him.. He was supposed to go in first not me

Riqui: Not your fault bro..

Francisco: I know but still

Carlitos: I give up on him making good decisions tbh

Riqui: I gave up like a month ago

Ansu: He wholeheartedly saw the match and said let's keep Philippe most of the match and then replaced him with Clem... while we were 2-2... WHO DOES THAT!

Riqui: Again, I gave up on him making good decisions.

Sergiño: No but it's come to the point of pointless stubborness

Carlitos: We are well past that my dude

Riqui: And I am the one with the attitude.

Frenkie: We move

Carlitos: Yes, backwards

Frenkie: Touché..

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avo-gsy · 4 years ago

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THIS IS SO SCARY!!!

I doubt I predict my own fortune could be obviously so stupid from others trying to take advantage of my own life. Better Back the FUCK UP!!!

I thought I was bad of myself treating others horrible. Because I am not making them feel negative. I wanted to work alone, but I'm in a team. I have lack of communication with others. I hope others will understand me then I will understand them. Everytime I see my teammates, I can tell they wouldn't understand much more possibilities and consequences if they tried to communicate from other groups. I taught them how things works for all the areas I know of. We were having fun yet to be sharp and hardworking in front of our high superiors. My teammates got it down, but those days were my Volunteer Extra Time Work. Anyway, I made a lot of dough!

Goat got Me!!!! Thank the Lord. It's only a Reversed. I broke off my relationship with my 2 idiot brothers from my father's side. Including my Father.

It was 4 months ago, I was chilling watching anime at my little fat idiot brother's house with my mom. I was suppose to ask father for helpping my car. He went to someone's kid's highschool graduation party. I waited for him until that Demander Poser 2nd Oldest Brother dropped off father at my little fatass brother' s house because father was too drunk. The moment he saw me I knew it was going to be ugly at the end. At first, the Demanding Poser Brother talked to me a nice greeting like "Sup, it's been a while. How you been?" At the middle, He began pressuring me that "if I hate those people who's living in my house I should buy house" and I said "I have no plans because I am comfortable with my life and not bothering them as they don't bother me. I can cope with that situation. It's my life." At last, We end up having a big arguement where he demands my life to be so perfect and be the only one to take care of my mother. He forced me to grow a family because our family name and country are dying. I felt hurt. Me to have a family with stranger I never felt in love and tell lies future kids about my family's past. BULLSHIT! I HAD ENOUGH OF HIS BULLSHITS! My mom came in and asked me if we can go home, but He fucking held me back by my shoulders. I plan to attack him with pepper spray and kick him in the face, but I thought about his girlfriend's family. So, that's why I held myself back. I thought about those so many consequences. I do not want pay my price. I knew him too well. He's always corrupted since he wants more freedom and much more lies inside of him and above to whatever hell he making much more trouble like suicide and stealing food from Winco and telling his friend's mom that our mom died so, he can live with them. I hated him ever since our parents' divorce. Anyway , I had to wait for him to finish. I had to Act like A Brainwashed mind control freak for him.

My father was there with him with our long converstation. Can't believe him, he told me "You stay quiet until he's finish talking." I gave them "I don't give a fuck look". I actually don't give a 2 fucks whateva the hell these assholes were talking about. I am a grown ass adult woman. None of my father's side doesn't understand me. I understood them, but they treat me like shit, a nobody. I'm always a quiet and good-manner in the family from both sides. They didn't see me that way. They finally threw me off from their life.

I first threw them off after my parents' divorce. I was insanely calm psychopath kid. Thank god, I became well mannered human being by my aunt.

After the next day, my mom told me my father called me a useless horrible daughter. I am like wtf??!!! I actually thought back hard from all those years. How am I useless and...horrible???? Then she showed me that Asshole brother of mine posted girls pushed the guy, but fell ass on the floor and get karma video on FaceBook. That was ridiculous. I told her not to show me and never mention about those idiots.

I stopped visiting them after 4 months until my car needs a brake service. The only person I can trust is my little brother. I asked him over text message if he can help me change my brakes without dad and that idiot. He told me he no expert, but only knows basic stuffs. I was wtf does he mean he only knows Basic Stuffs?!?!!

Do you guys know basic stuffs on cars?!?!?!

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WTH IS "BASIC STUFF" IS!!!

Then he told me only father knows how to fix my car.

I'm just disbelief. I said WITHOUT FATHER!

I told him I can fix my car alone at his place because my place is crowded with cars and people. I need a space.

That fatass just told me to calm down and only dad knows how to fix my car.

Hello??? Did you not read my text??? I know how to change my car part from my car!!! I called him a Bitch. Cause he sounds like one. I treated him respect when I visited him, but now I knew he would be against me.

I want a straight answer. Not a prolong shit in your own shit out of your ass.

I want a Yes and a No. Not a talking bitch explaining the shit that I already knew.

Then he said, "No, you can't. I didn't do anything. You're making hard on everybody."

I'm just wtf you just said to me. You didn't do anything? You fucking said something so stupid out of your mind. Me??? Making hard for everybody??? I asked him How and When??? Then he told me he's done with me. Wow, this bitch turned his tail away from me. I'm glad he threw me out. He did a very horrid in my mom's side of the family. He attacked my little cousin in the bathroom. I didn't know about that till we move another house. I had this future and past psychic sights that my brother attacked her from the past and he gotten kicked out from the house. I thought it was a false vision sight. Until I felt his aura very sinful that makes me remove him with a knife in my hand behind his back. I told I know what you did. He panicked and called mom that I will kill him in the kitchen. I told mom he was in the way of me making a sandwhich which I was eating my sandwhich. My mom believed me than him. That very day, My little cousin kept her mouth shut ever till she called him a Devil. My aunt slapped her so hard because she treated us like her own kids. She cried and couldn't believe what that bastard did to her daughter. My aunt didn't want to call cops on him so, we had to kick him out of the house.

If I were to ask him what he said to me.

He'll end himself.

At the end, he asked me if I died those were your last words?

Bitch, please. If you were dead, those were my last word. I'm his oldest sister. What an idiot he is.

If I would be bumping him some other day.

Calling him out. Oops, still not dead. Live without me, strange boy.

And my father who's a player to all those random ladies he wants to sleep with. He didn't remove his car policy from his old company. I'm still paying for it. He need his ass to remove his shit. He's the primary of that policy. Fuck, why my car in the first place?!!! And I thought I'm worthless.

Ah, the future.~

I can barely see myself having so much wealth and being active in my job where I have my fun. As for my family, good riddance from that bastard threw off from their side. I'm glad I'm at my mom's side of the family. Some are bad as my father, yet worser for me to see a same repeat. And also repeating their kid's life as my life. Oh god, I pray for them for themselves buy another affordable house. I will still keep on coping and having my goal negativity into postivity! YAY!~

#the arcana game #the arcana #daily tarot #tarotlife #tarotdaily #tarotreading #taroteverydamnday #Suicide is no joke #depression is not a joke #Family issues #family problems #my life #abusive story #family can be dangerous #karma is real #Karma can bite my ass

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awakeshedreams · 6 years ago

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Helping Hand {2}

Prompt: “what are you waiting for?”

Summary: You’re used to helping people and you enjoy doing so. However when a friend asks for something your heart heavily accepts, you find the will to be selfish for once in your life and get what you’ve always wanted- who you want, even if it’s just for a moment.

Pairing: Jungkook×Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. College!AU. Friends to Lovers!AU

Wordcount: 4.5K

Warning: sex lol ?

A/N: KKSSRY SORRY :( better later than never right ? Anyways here's the second part have a nice day and enjoy! Thank you for the responses on the last one, means alot 💜 I'd like some feed back on this one too if you have time thank you 💜 ps my laptop is acting up so I had to post this on mobile so I can't add 'read more' im so sorry :(

*italics=flashback

1 . 2

You're running so fast down the hall, sneakers squeaking with every pressure of your feet against marbled floor.

Your lungs burn and your eyes sting but it doesn't matter. You can’t stop running, you won’t stop running. Not until you get to him. You need to see him. But are you ready for it though? The realisation dawns on you and you slow down a little, hesitant as your sudden rush of excitement dies down, reality and fear taking its place.

But it’s too late, because as you bump into a broad solid chest and almost fall over only to be rescued by a strong arm encased around your waist that has you looking into deep dark eyes you had begun to miss and longed to look into, a conversation you shared with Mia not too long before resurfaces in your thoughts and you find yourself fisting the fabric of his shirt.

You exhale and inhale deeply, sweaty palms gripping the doorknob as you gulp. All you have to do is get pass this door, into the bathroom and apologize. Easy.

“You can do this Y/N.” You chant again for the nth time and the more you say it the less effective it is. You’ve been standing in front of the toilet door for over 5 minutes. Luckily no-one else has come to use the loo because it'd look weird as hell having you just stand there when you could just walk in. But you’re scared. You’re not sure of what. You've said so yourself that you don't mind what choice she makes, you don’t deserve to ask for more. You're lucky if she even as much says anything to you. But still there’s a churn in your belly that tells you that this is not going to end or proceed as expected.

Shaking your thoughts away you finally push the door open and step into toilet. You find her there, applying her favourite lip gloss through the reflection. You stiffen when her eyes jump to you before she resumes her duty, wiping off some around the edges.The silence is toe curling and so you decide to finally speak; “We need to talk.”

She pauses, squinting her eyes before turning around to face you with her arms crossed, "I know you fucked Jungkook.” Your face reddens as you grip your bag handle tight, lips ajar.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you manage to say and you watch her eyes narrow as she huffs. This is so not like her but maybe if she ended fucking the guy you like after he lowkey rejected you right after your date you wouldn’t be yourself too.

“You know Y/N, I never expected you to be such a whore.” You stumble back slightly at her words, throat going dry. Ouch. “Come on, fucking the guy you knew I liked? You're the last person I expected to do that. I trusted that you would be-useful to me but you ended up stabbing me in the back. I really hate you Y/N.”

“I know what I did is wrong and you don’t have to accept my apology but I'm sorry. I just- I don’t even know."

“It doesn’t matter. I guess I’ll just do things on my own and get Jungkook by myself. You weren’t of any help.” She throws her hair over her shoulder with a sigh as she grabs her bag on the sink and leaving the toilet. Wait. Did she just say... “Mia, you were using me just to get with Jungkook?” you catch up to her, grasping her arm. You don’t care at how she eyes your hold on her with disgust as anger and confusion brews in your being. “Answer me.”

“Yeah. I was. I was using you to get with Jungkook.” She admits annoyed, wiping her arm when you let go of her but you don’t catch that over dramatic display of hatred. Your heart sinks to your feet.

“Mia..." You croak out as your eyes begin to tear up. You thought you lost Mia the night you lost Jungkook, but there was an inkling of hope in you. However now learning this it feels like you’ve lost her, your friend, twice. And it has an ugly twist forming in your belly.

“Don’t act all hurt. I should be the one who is hurt. Y/N, you have no idea how shit you’ve made things for me and Jungkook.” She shakes her head as she clenches her fist and glares at you.

“Mia, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry for sleeping wit-"

“Not that. Even since before.” She scoffs and you furrow your brows. What is she talking about. “Before you and Jungkook met, we were dating for 6 months.” The information settles in slowly, but surely. And soon your small heart is filled with so many overwhelming emotions welling up in you. Jungkook was actually in the longest relationship term you've ever seen him be in before he met you and it was with Mia. You didn't know that. You feel so deceived, Mia said she didn’t know Jungkook and Jungkook pretended not to know her. What happened? What created such a hostile air in between them and what caused they’re break up?

“Suddenly you came around. It was because of you.” She seethes and you’re more confused than ever, did she just answer the questions in your head?

“What do you mean?”

“You. He started caring for you. He literally only knew you for a month and he was so relaxed with you... do you know how hard it was for me to get him to open up to me even just a little? And you had him wrapped around your little finger in one fucking month? Someone like you?” You don’t manage to answer, just looking at the ground as you fiddle with your fingers. It looks like you had done her more wrong than you knew you have. “I got jealous . I mean who wouldn't get jealous? I did, so thought I'd make him jealous too. I fucked his friend.” She says with no remorse but you can tell she wish she had never done it because she obviously would do as much as faking a friendship for months just to get him back.

“And it’s all because of you. You know the moment we had an argument, he ran straight to you? God sometimes I wish you would just disappear. I don’t even know what Jungkook see’s in you to like you that much.” How did she know that Jungkook liked you? You doubt she was standing outside the room when he confessed or that he told her.

“He told me that night at the date.” She confirms and you gape at her. Oh. "He told me to stay away from you because he knows what I'm doing, he said that he won’t forgive me again if anything happens to you, can you believe him? He’s such a prick!” she groans and while she is going through it your heart is fluttering, he talked of you like that?

“He really likes me...” you deadpan, forgetting Mia's presence and it bothered her as she clicks her tongue but you’re not paying attention to her. Jungkook really likes you and you just shut him off.

You’ve apologized to Mia and now that that is out of the way, you need to get things with Jungkook right for once and for all.

“Mia, again I’m sorry. I need to go.” You sincerely say one more time before you zoom off, leaving a stunned Mia standing there.

“Y/N?” Jungkook breathes out, his face barely inches away from yours, your chests pressed flush against each other as you gaze into each others eyes. So many words are being exchanged through a simple look of the eye, words neither of you know how to convey verbally.

“Jungkook, I-" you thoughts get stuck in your throat and you feel your eyes tear up. You were the one who cut him off but you were crying.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he furrows his brows, trying to reach up and cup your cheek but you flinch away from his touch, heart breaking when pain flashes across his face at your repulsiveness.

“Sorry,” you push him off you, not looking at him once as you walk away. You heart sinks with every step as the image if Jungkook's shoulder slumping when you walked past him replays in your head.

It feels so wrong but you know it’s right. You’re not ready, not yet. Because all it takes is you crying your heart out to sleep that night for you to wake up feeling fresh and determined.

This isn’t good.

The moment you step into the field you freeze in your spot. Maybe the look of defeat and loss on the faces of those who sat at the gold and black benches in contrast to the cheers of those in red and white should have indicated the situation for you but now that you see the score board you realize the initial assumption your tried to push back was right. Your college team is behind by several marks. And this is very unusual.

Your eyes fall to the team members who are clearing the field, on a 10 minute break before the game resumes. Naturally you search for him in the midst of people as you walk past the audience bench to the players area but there’s isn’t a sigh of him. Hesitantly you tap one of the players shoulder, a broad shouldered Seokjin you knew to be a friend of Jungkook's.

“Y/N!” he beams, almost going in for a hug to which you raise a brow at him, eyeing his sweaty figure.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly laughs as he scratches the back of his head, making you chuckle. “What's going on?” you motion towards the score board and Jin sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

“Man, I don’t really know but we're doing pretty shit. Even Jungkook isn’t playing as well as he should be.” Your ears perk at the mention of his name and you clear your throat. “Do you know why?” you ask almost desperate and you wonder if it makes you sadistic to want to be the cause of his apparent distress, frankly you do want to be the reason. Only because you want to be the one to de-stress him.

“No idea. Why?” he teases with a knowing grin and your cheeks flush, “But I think it should be fine. Since you’re here now, our lucky charm. Should've come earlier.” He pats your shoulder and you laughed. There’s this inside joke/myth within the team, that you’re their lucky charm. The college football team didn't really have that great of a reputation but ever since Jungkook took over as captain in the new batch, they have been on a winning streak. And quite coincidentally you’ve been there at every game.

“Come on, you guys work too hard for you to say that I’m the reason you guys win. I just sit there and barely pay attention, football is boring.” You joke and SeokJin raises a brow as he hums.

“Yet still you come here all the time, to watch this ‘boring football’, I wonder why...” He ponders aloud and you pout at him.

“Anyways, since you’re here and we're on break, you should go check up on Jungkook. He's in the locker room at the end corner by himself. I think he'll gain his senses once you guys talk or something.” He begins walking into the locker room and you furrow your brows before you speak. “What makes you think that?”

“I know.” He winks before disappearing into the crowd of his team mates. Ripping your gaze from the group of sullen boys who cheer up when Seokjin begins cracking his dad jokes, you walk towards the opposite direction.

You brace yourself and step into the room. The first thing you notice is that just dark, the lights weren’t switched on and the sun was setting ahead. You walk in further before you find Jungkook, his head hunched over his body as he sat at the bench. He’s is shirtless, a light sheen of sweat over his back that moves up and down with every heave of his breathe. His fists are clenching, unclenching , clenching.

You freeze when he abruptly looks up and turns his head to face you, looking at you with wide eyes that glimmer through the wet bangs that lay over his eyes, some sticking to his forehead. “Y/N?” he says in disbelief, voice hoarse but low, afraid that you’re a figment of his imagination and that even the force of his voice would have you fading away into thin air.

“Hey.” You smile, awkwardly standing there.

“Hi.” He responds and then there is complete silence as you just stare at each other.

“Fuck, you probably think I'm a loser even more now. I didn’t want you to ever see me like this.” He laughs humourlessly, running a hand through his locks in frustration. “No Jungkook, you’re not a loser. And I certainly don’t think that.” You sit down next to him and Jungkook scoffs throwing his head back to rest on the lockers with his eyes shut. You try to keep your eyes on his face, not his ripped body but even that is hard since he looks even hotter now, all sweaty and breathless.

“Yeah right. I’m a fucking excuse for a captain. Can’t even lead my team into winning because i- you know what forget it.” You frown at him, is he dumb? “Jungkook, you’re not a loser. How many times have you guys won huh?” you place a hand over his thighs and Jungkook's eyes shoot open, gaze flickering to where your hands are before he looks up at you.

"Jungkook you’re a great captain. You've brought honour to the college with your team and no-one else could have done it. You're a champion. You can get back there on that field and win it.” You squeeze his thigh and Jungkook stares at you blankly. It’s hard to read his thoughts when he remains so blank and unresponsive. “You know, we can only win if you're there.” He suddenly says, leaning forward and you chuckle at his ridiculousness.

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?”

He turns to face you, his dark eyes locking with yours and the sudden proximity of your faces has your breathe hitching, cheeks prickling. “Y/N, why are you here?” he asks, almost sounding frustrated but you take no offense to it somehow.

“Because ... because I care.” You gulp, finding it hard to form a sentence with his intense gaze on you. “For me or the team.” He questions, head tilted.

“Both. But especially you.” you confess and then there is a long silence as you simply stare at each other.

“You confuse me. You tell me go away and then you tell me this. Why?” he shakes his head as he looks away, running his fingers through his hair again, biceps flexing.

“Because I like you.”

“What?” he whips his head towards you as he shifts in his seat as his cheeks redden. "Why are acting so surprised I literally told you that already.” You roll your eyes at his reaction as you chuckle.

“Yeah but I thought... You know... after that night and when we bumped into each other and you ran away that you didn't feel the same anymore.” He shrugs and you groan in frustration. Why was he making this so hard?

Without warning you push yourself off your seat to straddle his lap and cup his cheek. “I’ll show you okay? How I feel. How you make me feel.” He stares at you wide eyed and surprised but he nods as his hands rest on your hip and waist.

You lean down, capturing his lips in yours. The kiss is sweet from the fruitiness of your gloss and a little salty from the sweat on Jungkook. You take in all of him, fingers trailing down the edges if his torso while the other tugs at the hair in the nape of his neck. His hands slip under your top to fondle your breast and eliciting a deep moan from you that has him tightening his grip on your waist to pull you closer to his chest. You feel his hard cock pressing against your soaking clothed core and you can't help but grind onto him.

“Fuck,” he groans, hips bucking up to met yours. You steal a glance at the digital watch on your wrist. You've got about 6 minutes left. “We need to make this quick, baby.” You pant out, not missing the way Jungkook smirks at the term of endearment as he bites his lips.

You palm him through his pants and he rolls his head back, he hisses when you reach into his tight pants and take out his angry hard cock. "Wait, I don't have a condom on me.” He grabs your wrist to stop him, but you peck the corner of his lips and grin at him.

“I’m on the pill.” He nods and let's go of you, his balls going tight at the thought of being able to fuck you raw with no hindrance and fill you with his cum. He let’s you take control, watching in bliss with hands tight around your waist as you rub his tip against your slick entrance. When you sink down on him both of you gasp. You immediately clench around him but you don’t stop, the drag as he guides you further down while you take in all of him pleasurably painful. It’s intoxicating and it has you catching your breath, nails digging into his shoulders as you start moving. "Oh my god,” you moan jumping on his cock as Jungkook’s fingers hook on the middle of your bra under your top, pulling the fabric down so that your breasts are now free of the constraints, nipples pebbled visible through the natural just shows how aroused you are home your tits bounce and your chest heaves with every thrust.

“Look at you, hopping on my dick like a fucking slut.” He growls as he latches onto your stiff nipples through your top and you shriek, arching your back into his mouth. He chuckles against your jiggling breasts as he moves onto the next, pinching and flicking your free needy buds with his thumb and it has you rolling your head back, the corners of your vision blackening as your high arrives. “Jungkook, baby, I’m so fucking close,” your thrusts are weaker, thighs aching but you are desperate and try to go faster despite your throbbing thighs. Jungkook senses your frustrations through your whines and hooks his hand on your hips, lifting you up and slamming you against his cock, occasionally bucking his hips up to yours.

“Jungkook, I’m going to come oh my god,” you pant as you let him fuck into you and you cry out as you release around him, hips twitching as he continues thrusting his hips up to yours with his brows knitted. "I’m so fucking close.” He grunts, snapping his hips up to you before he spills his warm seeds into you with a growl.

You stay like that for a while, his head on your shoulders and your head on his breathlessly. “I really like you Y/N. Fuck I love you so much.” He confesses into the crook of you neck and pulls you closer to him by your waist. A smile graces your features as you tightened your embrace over his shoulders.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mia and I earlier. I didn’t think it was important. Sorry.” “It’s fine.” You chuckle with a shrug and he chuckles as well.

“Are you going to pull out or...” You remind as you eyes trail down to where you are still joined and you’re surprised his still intact in you, did he get hard again? "Fuck right,” a tint spreads over Jungkook’s cheeks as he lifts you and stands you up, shoving his dick back into his pants. You try to ignore the outline of an obvious bulge with pursed lips, holding back a laughter. “If you win, we can go for a second round tonight. Maybe more.” You sing song with a shrug as you begin walking out, leaving a wide eyed Jungkook who is getting dressed. A grin slowly spread across his face as he catches up to you.

“Wait,” he holds your hand, pulling you into his chest as he drapes his varsity jacket over your shoulder. You notice he is wearing his gear already. You raise a brow at the action, a bit taken back. Jungkook’s eyes trail down to your chest, where two wet patches lay where your nipples should be. Your cheeks heat up as you recall how Jungkook was sucking on them before this. "Thanks,” you gulp and Jungkook chuckles, taking your hand in his. Just then the door flies open sand Seokjin peeks his head from the door, light pouring in.

“Hey cap, hey Y/N. Hope you guys are done, the games about to start.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “Right. Um, guess I’ll be going then.” Jungkook grins, unable to control the giddiness he feels and infects your heart too, swelling as he swings your joint hands.

“Good luck Jungkook. Go win it.” You pat his chest. “I don't need luck, I have you here. And a night of just me and you fucking to look forward to.” He quirks a brow with a smug smirk and you smack his chest.

“Whatever. Go.” You usher him out and he laughs, heading for the door. “Oh and Jungkook?” you call out, biting your lips and hugging the jacket closer to your body when he steps out the door. "Yeah?” he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“I love you too.”

Jungkook tilts his head, a grin that makes your heart race spreading across his features as he pushes himself of the door frame. He nods to himself before turning his back on you and walking out.

What was that? You furrow your brows but you don’t pay much mind to it.

They do end up winning the game, and you should've recognised the look Jungkook had earlier sooner. The look of determination and unmatched prowess, the same look he’s giving you now as you’re sprawled beneath him, completely naked while he is half dressed hovering over you with a devilish grin.

“Tired, sweetheart?” he cocks a brow and you quickly shake your head. You don’t care for the ache in between your legs, you want him even more now. “Alright baby girl, on your knees.” He commands and you quickly scramble into position. He takes his place behind you, wet chest pressing into your back while damp hair tickled got ears when he places a kiss on the top of your glowing shoulder.

“Are you ready?” he breathes into your ear, and you eagerly nod, whimpering when he cups your breasts under you roughly to gain a verbal answer from you.

“Yes, fuck Jungkook I want your cock!” you arch your back to press your behind into him, gasping as his twitching member rubs at your entrance. “Such a needy slut for my cock. Even after I’ve fucked you so good so many times just tonight... tsk tsk tsk,” he shake his head and you let out a strangled cry as his hands trail down and pinches your engorged clit, sensitive from previous abuse. But still you buck your hips into his hand, panting as rubs the button of nerves.

“Please, I can never get enough of your cock, I need it. Please fuck me again- oh Fuck.” You throw your head back, immediately clenching around him as he shoves himself in you with ease, gasping with every thrust while you grip the sheets.

From the reflection of his mirror ahead, you feels yourself grow wetter with time at the sight of him pounding into you ruthlessly from behind, lips caught in between his lips with furrowed brows. But from the corner of the mirror image on the reflection, something glimmering catches your attention.

The gold trophy of today’s victory.

A reminder of how you ended up in this situation not that you were complaining at all.

Also a reminder that tomorrow, and for more than a couple days, you might not be able to make it out of bed or even stand on your own two feet. But you don’t mind. You really don’t.

“Fuck,” you grunt as Jungkook strengthens his thrusts, the bed squeaking while you fist the sheets , mind on the edge of sanity again as his cock pounds into you and bumps your g spot.

This is going to be a long long night.

How was it ? I hope you all liked it thank you for reading 💜💫

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lunaofthevalley · 6 years ago

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Steadfast Tin Soldier.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: Inspired slightly by the Hans Christian Andersen Take of the same name, which for some reason reminded me of Bucky. Don't know if something like this has been done before so? Hope you guys like it.

Bucky grew up hearing the tales of Hans Christian Andersen. His younger sisters adored the stories, and his Ma adored telling them. She would somehow rope Bucky into sitting through them as she would tell them to the girls to get them to fall asleep.

If you asked, he could probably recite every single one by memory, or tell it to his best ability. He'd heard every single one, The Little Mermaid, The Snow queen, Thumbelina, The Ugly Duckling, etc. But there was always one that stood out to him for some reason.

The Steadfast Tin Soldier.

He didn't know what was so special about it at the time, why it stuck with him. He wasn't a soldier, nor was he missing a limb. He didn't have his ballerina, and much less an evil possessed Jack-in-the-box having it out for him.

And even years later, before he was shipped off to war, he remembered the story. He was a charming man, and in every girl he dated or wooed, he looked to see if she could be his ballerina, but none ever came to par. They lacked something.

When he actually became a soldier, he remembered the story, which he now used more or less like a metaphor. Bucky was the soldier, except he wasn't missing a leg, Thank God. And his Ma, his sisters, and even Steve to a certain point were his Ballerina, while the Nazis were the Jack-in-the-box. And while in the story the Steadfast Tin Soldier made it back to his ballerina safely, this soldier didn't.

After years of torture, confusion, and forgetting, the story made its way back into Bucky's memory. It took 75 years, give or take, but when he remembered it, it was as if he'd never forgotten it.

It happened when he was in the compound. After Shuri had managed to wipe his mind free of hydra and having stayed in Wakanda for a few months, Bucky decided it was time to head back. He knew before getting back to the compound that it wouldn't be as he left it. In a place as busy as that, things were bound to change, nothing drastic, but change all the same.

But he sure as hell didn't expect you.

The moment he laid eyes on you was the moment he remembered the story. The way you looked was the same way he always imagined the Ballerina in the story looking. Sure the ballerina was described as being made of paper, but Bucky always imagined her as much more than that. And now he was seeing her in the flesh. Not literally, but figuratively.

You were Bruce's new assistant, hired shortly after he'd left for Wakanda. You were younger than he was, obviously. You were around 27, while he in physical appearance appeared to be 32. You had lovely Y/E/C eyes, and your H/C hair was like silk flowing in the wind, and Y/S/C skin looked like the softest thing to touch, dotted around with little moles here and there which reminded Bucky of the Stars.

Bucky had found his Ballerina after all. He thanked god he could now get the mental image of pre-serum Steve being his metaphorical ballerina out of his head.

Sure it had taken a horrible 75 years, a world war, HYDRA and countless other things before he found you, but truth is Bucky had never felt more like the Steadfast Tin Soldier than he did now.

He was a soldier, he was missing a limb, he has his Jack-in-the-box, which would be HYDRA, he'd gone through a great journey and now after all that he'd met his Ballerina. Y/N Y/L/N.

Now all he had to do was win you over.

As time passed he got to know you. At first it was through small talks you two would have here and there, then small talks progressed to talks and talks progressed into full on hour long conversations. He'd gotten to know plenty about you. Your favorite color, food, movie, season etc. But his favorite fact about you was that apart from being a certified genius, you had also trained as a dancer growing up, mostly in ballet.

Life was a funny thing.

As life progressed in the compound, so did the sexual tension between you and Bucky, as well as the irritation of the other team members, knowing that you two still hadn't even acknowledged the feelings you held for each other. Which is why they decided to do something about it.

"Can someone explain why I'm here please?" Bruce asked, "I'm pretty sure I've got more important business than whatever this is."

"Ah actually this involves you so you are needed here," Tony replied, "well actually it involves your lovely assistant miss Y/N."

Bruce looked around the room before his eyes landed on Tony again, "What about Y/N? Has she done something wrong?"

"It's more like what she hasn't done, she-"

Natasha cut Tony off, "What Tony means is, we've all noticed the growing sexual tension between her and Barnes, yet neither have done anything about it and it's killing them and all of us, surely you've noticed?"

Bruce nodded, "I have actually noticed, but I tend not to meddle in things that I'm not actually involved in."

"But we are all team members, therefor we should all help each other out, including Lady Y/N and the metal handed man." Thor reasoned.

"I can't believe you're all doing this, even you Steve."

Steve sighed, "I'm not overly pleased with the idea, but I know the outcome will be good for Bucky and for Y/N, I have all their best interests at heart."

"We all do." Wanda added.

"Fine. Okay. What's the plan then?"

"That's kind of why we're here Mr. Banner, to brainstorm."

"Seriously, even the kid is here, no offense Peter."

"Non taken Mr. Banner."

"What can I say Bruce, all hands on deck are needed. Even the frail ones of the Spiderling." Tony then clapped his hands before continuing. "Alrighty then if were gonna do this, we need to do something that they won't forget. Something big. Hmmm how about a party?"

"Only Tony Stank could make this end up in a party."

"Shut up Rhodes. Just think about it. It would give us an excuse to be there and make sure everything goes to plan. It would be public enough yet private enough, and think about it, the 'make them dance together' trope always seems to work in movies." Tony explained.

"I hate to say it but I kinda agree with stark." Sam spoke up

"Kinda?"

"Don't push it, Stank."

"I agree too. It's kind of perfect actually." Natasha reasoned. "There would be enough people there that they wouldn't be the center of attention, it also gives them a reason to dress up and impress the other, like Tony said, we can make them dance together, and we can also get them a bit tipsy, which would help in making them confess their feelings."

"Hmm we could also make it themed." Clint spoke for the first time.

"Like what?" Asked Vision, "If I'm not mistaken all important and big holidays have past."

"What about a costume party?" All eyes were suddenly on Peter, no one said anything so Peter took it as his chance to elaborate. "Well we are in mid-October so it wouldn't seem too out of place, which would also be perfect for making them 'accidentally' dress up in a couples costume."

"Genius. Pure genius. Kid your a genius. How didn't I think of it."

"You're not as smart as you think Stark, age is catching up on your brain." Clint laughed.

"Shut up Legolas"

"Now the question is, what costumes do we get them?" Steve asked.

Everyone thought in silence before Thor spoke up.

"What about that cat Lady and bat Boy."

"You mean Batman and Cat Woman? Nah that's overrated." Sam reasoned. "How about Mario and Princess Peach?"

"As much as I would love to see Barnes dressed up as Mario, I'm not sure he'll agree to that costume. We need to think of something more original, something that might not seem like a couple costume at first but when it's brought together it fits perfectly." Tony stated.

Wanda who had been quiet for most of the meeting finally spoke up. "I was talking to Barnes the other day, and he told me a story, about a soldier and a ballerina."

Steve perked up at this. "You mean the Steadfast Tin Soldier. Bucky used to talk about that story all the time back in the 40's"

"Isn't that the one about the toy soldier that's missing a leg and falls in love with a paper ballerina?" Peter asked.

"Yea it is," Steve replied, "Bucky used to hear it all the time, his sisters loved the stories by the same author that wrote the Steadfast Tin Soldier, but for some reason that one stuck with Bucky."

"Huh, that's funny." Laughed Bruce

Tony turned to look at Bruce, "What's funny? Please enlighten us."

"Well, uh, growing up Y/N took dance lessons, contemporary, tap, lyrical, all the sort, but what she liked the most and dedicated her time to the most was Ballet." Bruce explained.

Everyone stared at him as if he had grown to heads. They were all too stunned by what they had just discovered.

"So let me get this straight," Said Tony, "you're telling me we have Barnes, a soldier who happens to be missing a limb, and Y/N, who so just happens to be a Ballerina?"

"Well she's not technically a ballerina but-"

"Shut up Bruce don't ruin this." Tony interrupted.

"Well if all of you are alright with it, I think we found the solution to our costume problem." Natasha spoke.

"Well then Avengers it seems we have a party to plan, and to reunite a certain Soldier and a certain Ballerina"

Part 2??

Feel free to send in requests, I'm on a writing high at the moment and I also have the time.

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artemisiaposts · 3 years ago

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In the storyline, the protagonist can alternate their hope and will. But, in the process of doing so, their idea of having the ultimate opportunity to live in peace forever; is not so achievable. The story will consist of a girl who faces a lot of average problems that construct her and led her to believe that maybe. Just maybe, that if she lives now. She would not have to worry about the future so much.

Thank you for reading.

Please enjoy.

In society terms, she is quite an average-looking person. And for a girl who carries a lot of her friend's weight, it's not surprising that she living her life the way she believed it to be.

Stale.

And

Tiresome.

In other words, she expected a lot when she moved out of state for her studies. Which presented itself in a variety of surprises and depressing moments. What made her believe things will essentially change once she was out? Is a question she does not know the answer to. Nor, does she want to find out once her loans begin to haunt her for the rest of her life.

Despite all the problems that presented themselves to her, she slowly begins to dig herself up into some unwanted pains. She even lost feeling in parts of her mind and soul due to the fact of always being disappointed with the outcome that has bared its teeth the moment she tried changing it.

It would almost seem as if she was doomed to live an unhappy life. She understands that she cannot find the answer within others. Nor, can she bring herself to find the answer. Meaning, she was stuck in the middle. Now, being stuck in the middle does not sound too bad if you are okay with it.

However, in her opinion, being stuck in a rut is a scenario she lived her whole life. That, even she, forgot who she was. It only seemed like the other day she lost one of her best friends that she knew from a young age. Or, living in a scene where she's not even second best.

She's just there.

Always being picked as the last person on the team,

Always being forgotten that she exists,

Always watching from afar as her friends go out and live their life.

She understands the concept of why she is here.

Watching instead of being the player on the field.

It's because no one wants someone who is the following,

Her ability to underperform in school.

Her speech impediment seems to deter her peers.

Her clothes practically drape her body in all the wrong ways.

Her facial structures struggle to smile.

And lastly but not least,

Her attitude.

Of course, she received compliments. Like,

"You know I inspired to be as confident as you,"

To which she was surprised to hear when a girl who was the same age as she said. Considering their base in status. The tall blonde gorgeous girl complimenting her? She was about to say thank you.

Until

"Your skin is covered in pimples, and yet you walk around school like you don't care.”

Yes! The backhand complimented that wins the game. The game that she didn't even know she was in; the game in which she lost.

Or the problem where she's too ugly for others to care about because they don't want to get their hands dirty. Especially when she is being sexually harassed.

"Damn girl, I didn't know your ass was that fat."

To which the crowd of people would laugh at his explicit joke.

But yes, don't take it too seriously because if she does. She will get reminded that it's just a joke, that what he just said was a compliment.

Not. A. Problem.

Of course, she can't always complain about her life. Right? There's has to be something that keeps her from losing it.

Right?

People care for her, right?

They didn't start caring about her until she left.

And even then, it was only the select few. She was surprised when her best friend she knew from a young age tried getting back to her.

But she knew better.

Through the fake tears and eyes that meant nothing but, "I am better than you in every way." Told her otherwise.

At first, she was extremely bitter about how her best friend treated her. But then she realized something. She probably wouldn't be alive, had she not met her.

And for that reason alone.

The bitterness disintegrated; into a more grateful attitude.

After all,

Her best friend was there for it all.

Even to the birthday parties that not even her parents were there to celebrate.

It's okay.

She understood that they were tired and they weren't the best parents. But she was grateful to even have parents.

In her twisted mind,

She was okay.

Being stuck in the middle.

Does her life get any better?

With everything, she has faced?

She does not know.

So why does she keep going on?

Why does she still have hope?

After, facing her fears.

Living in a friend group that turned their backs on her and stabbed her right through her heart, the minute she left.

She wants to know, is that normal?

Is it normal to be in constant fear that she won't be accepted for who she was?

She does not know the answer.

And even if she was accepted.

Who is she?

What does she even mean?

So, she faced a couple of bumps in the road.

Surely, something good will happen.

Right?

Maybe what her dad told her,

Was right.

She is the definition of self-pity.

It's okay.

She knows her answer;

She knew it for a long time.

She feared that if she continued her action;

She would miss out on being happy.

But quite frankly, the only thing she didn't miss out on,

Seeing her friends grow apart from her.

And surely, she was happy for them.

But it sure did burn like hell.

Thank you.

Thank you for nothing and everything.

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slytherdor-life · 4 years ago

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TW: venting about my whole ass panic attack. So yeah

So I'm literally in tears rn. My acne flared up really bad. My nose is to big. My lips are too small. My hair just won't work with me. I may be skinny isn't good when your face looks like God hit you 1000000000000000000000x with the ugly stick.

My brother decided to say, "It's not that bad. Why are you upset?"

Easy to say when you have every female in the world falling at your feet.

Like all my siblings got the attractive gene & my genes decided I'd be the ugly one.

My teeth are messed up to. Not lined up, under bite. Got scars lining my body so that's another flaw to add.

Why would anyone decide to date me.

The guy I was dating kill himself. I would to if I was dating me.

He didn't even leave my ugly ass a note. Such a shame ig.

Got ADHD, Bipolar, ODD, Generalized Anxiety, Depression, PTSD, & now possibly falling on the Autism spectrum.

Ugly af

Annoying af

Always fall in everyone's shadows. Only this person's younger sister or this persons older sister maybe this other person's daughter.

Can't even make a name for myself. Sometimes I wish I'd disappear. I was suppose to have a twin. If she made it maybe it'd be better.

School is stressing me out. I somehow passed last year. Kind of tired.

I'm just tired.

No matter how hard I try or how hard I work. Nothing will ever be enough.

Not for me, my mum, my siblings, my friends, my teachers, no one. I'm never enough.

I have a panic attack my mum decides the cry.

What gives her the right. She looks great. She's witty, kind, independent, knows what she wants. So why is she crying. Literally nothing happened.

You're crying cause I'm upset & making everyone else upset. Literally not my fault I'm having a panic attack while looking in the mirror.

Hell now I've started starving myself. Afraid of weight gain ig

I lie. Say how cool my family is. How I don't care whether I am skinny or not. Lie that I'm not ugly or pretty. I lie. Straight through my teeth.

I pretend my life is so great.

No.

I never have been close with my mum. I've always wanted to. Seems everytime I start to I get pushed back.

My mother is proud of all my other siblings.

I gave up on art. I was like 12 or 13. I went to show my mother a drawing.

My mother told me to shut up as my older brother & sister were gonna sing. She couldn't even wait one second to take a glance.

When she decided to look. After praising her oh so talented children. She just said my drawing was cool.

I flushed that drawing down the toilet.

I've decided that I'll just not try.

I'm 16 atm. I try to impress my mother. Be a oh so good kid.

Never one glance.

Where did I go wrong.

My ex boyfriend gave me hope. Maybe someone could love me. Someone could find a way to look past all my flaws & see some beauty that I just couldn't see.

But the rope he hung from could say different.

No goodbye, no letter. Nothing.

Last words were him breaking up with me in a group chat without notifying me .

Having to find out through someone he hates.

Someone who he despises knew.

Then when I joined. He just ridiculed me. Put me down. Kept saying cruel words. Just to break up. Then leave this world.

I know I wasn't the cause. That his world came to an end. But why?

I've only ever looked at the bright side. Wanted to help others. Sit by those who hurt. Helping others gave me purpose. Hope that maybe I one day could.

My mother's name is Hope though. Even she couldn't believe in me. How ironic. The woman who gave birth to me is named Hope. Yet any hope she could've had in me never met my eyes.

I would leave the world as well. I guess I just like the challenge. Tried to leave a couple times. Each one a fail. For 6 minutes & few seconds. My heart stopped. I was at peace. Then my heart decides to beat again. Body decides to work again.

October 23rd 2018. Was my near death experience. Was great honestly. Sadly death just won't take me. No matter how much I've tried. Even death doesn't want me.

How ironic. Death takes everyone. Yet not me.

Take people I care about. Not me though.

I gave up on attempting suicide. Never leads me to death.

I just kind of exist now.

Mother won't let me get a job. Won't let me pierce even my ears.

She says she cares yet victim cards Trump all.

I weirdly love my family though.

My mother saved me from going to foster care. Plus my father was abusive. The memories that'll never leave haven't grown because of her.

Yet it seems I really was just part of the package.

To care for any of the others. I was just the con.

She showed up to my football practice in 8th grade.

She looked so proud & congratulated me on knocking guys 10x my height down. For once she was proud.

One of my matches she showed up to. I was knocked down by a kid. Are team lost. Any hope she had in me. I could see disappear.

She lectured me after. Saying how I could've done better.

I quit the team. Coach said that I shouldn't. It just wasn't as full filing when the person who gives birth to you. Well the one you spend all your time trying to make proud. Look at you with cold eyes.

I had a choir concert not even a year ago. I did the whole thing. Hoping maybe she walk in. See that I was overcoming my fear of singing on stage.

She texted me once I was done. She waited outside the entire time.

Didn't take the time to come in. I thought maybe she was doing something. Shopping or riding around. No. She just sat in the parking lot.

It hurts. I lost my childhood. Lost someone I loved. Lost any hope of my mum being proud. Lost my pride. Lost any love for myself. Lost any meaning for my life.

I've given up. Won't kill myself.

Wouldn't give myself the satisfaction. Plus I've tried to many times. Shot my shot. Missed everyone besides one that I rimmed & missed.

Guess I'll live just to survive. Then die peacefully in life.

Maybe I'll die saving someone. That'd be good to. Be remembered as someone who saved someone .

Well thx for reading ig

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