#but i still love my other laptop!! I couldn't sleep so I decided to spend time with her

[anothermonikan]

Yeah I think I'm objectum guys

[quaintii]

Across the Street

Pt.3

Pt.1, Pt2.

synopsis: Miguel calls you in once more for babysitting. He has a day off from work and something inconvenient happens.

content: 18+ MDNI - babysitting, DILF miguel, fingering, m!receiving bj, praise and degrading, dirty talk, spiccyy overall.

A/N: thank you guys for the support!! Love u all 💞

extra: art is on Twitter by kimmy_arts0912

Miguel woke up to the sound of his phone burring on the bedstand, clicking the stop button.

9:04 a.m.

He slowly rose off the bed, rubbing his temples and heading to the bathroom. He took his time getting himself ready, it was never easy for him since he would regularly work for long hours but today was a day off.

He took a shower, shaving off his stubble beard with a mirror glued on the bathroom wall. He got out with a towel wrapped around his waist and a small one on his wet hair.

Soon as he finished changing, he went downstairs to drink some black coffee and eat some peppered eggs with bacon.

As he scrolled through his work emails on his laptop, he saw Gabriella at the corner of his eye. She stepped off the stairs, approaching Miguel and hugging his legs.

"Como dormiste, mi changa?" (How'd you sleep, my girl?) He let out a hearty laugh, ruffling her messy brown curls. His focus was now on Gabriella, carrying her with one arm while his other hand pinched her swollen cheeks.

"Bien, papi!" She said as she swinged on his arm. Miguel smiled and lifted her back on the floor, reaching for the chair for his daughter. He placed two plates, a small stack of pancakes with strawberries, butter and syrup while the other was a bowl of fruit.

"Make sure to eat all of it, mija. It's bad to let things go to waste." He spoke as he washed the prior dishes from last night, making him vividly relive the memory of his fingers in you. He couldn't shake the thought of you, he kept spacing out on your touch.

He snapped back to reality when he peered his eyes to his phone ringing, his wife. Well almost his ex-wife, the divorce was still in date for court but they went their separate ways months ago.

He wrapped a towel around his hands, drying them and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"I'm picking up Gabriella later today around 6."

Miguel's brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?!? This whole week is my time to spend with her. I have a day off today and tomorrow." He snapped back at her.

"What's the reason for the sudden change?! Im allowed to spend time with my daughter too." He was fired up but whispered into the phone so Gabriella wouldn't hear.

"She just got home a couple days ago, que te pasa en la mente?!" Miguel spoke. She scoffed into the phone. "You're more in love with your work than our own daughter."

"Well I planned a trip for the both of us and I already have everything packed for her. Relax, you'll get her back in a couple days, bye!" As Miguel was about to yell at her, she hung up on the phone.

"Pinche pendeja.." he muttered softly on his lips.

He was furious but had to remain calm to not raise Gabriella's suspicion of why her dad was breathing so heavily and palming his face with his hands.

After a couple minutes pass, he sat next to Gabi watching a cartoon show to ease himself down. He would then urge Gabi to go brush her teeth and change into something else rather than her unicorn pajamas.

Miguel decided to take Gabi to a new toy shop that just opened. He was still pissed about the call earlier but the thought ended up leaving his mind as his focus was now on his daughter's happiness.

5:04 p.m.

It'd been a day or two since what happened. Miguel hadn't sent you a message to babysit Gabi, until this afternoon.

"Hey, can you come over to babysit Gabriella? That is if you're not busy with anything."

"I'll be on my way in 5 minutes, Mr. O'Hara."

"Perfect..thank you. Again, Miguel is fine."

You felt so queasy about stepping in foot back to his house but so excited. You wore a summer dress due to the heat emitting from the sky. The afternoon would always be the hottest time of the day where you lived.

You face the mirror to fix the messy curls that sprung up due to the frizz. You apply some lip liner, finishing it off with a red tint gloss.

5:12 p.m.

You knock on the door, patiently waiting. You hear a click and the door finally opens, the sun shined on his caramelized skin. He look almost jaw dropping.. with a slicked back hair look. Loose black fit pants with a loose button up shirt. His eyes gave off a smile smile and invited you in.

You looked around to find Gabriella drawing at the table.

"Hi Gabi!" You squeal and wave at her as she rushes into a hug towards you. "Yay! You're back!" She was eager to see you. "What are you drawing? That looks great!" "I'm drawing a forest with fairies and unicorns!" Her high pitched voice rang in your ears.

You lean in closer to look at her drawing, acknowledging it. You give her a sweet smile, she returns it back.

You step back and walk to the cabinets to get a glass of juice. Your body jumped when you felt a hand rubbing in circles on your ass.

Miguel grazed his hands on your shoulder, whispering near your ear and dragging you further to the kitchen. Gabi's back facing the both of you two, you felt his hot breath fan you; shivers down your spine and to your core.

"How have you been, muñeca? Te ves muy...hermosa." He husked in a low tone. Your breathing slowed down, worried to even peep a sound. "I missed you..was worried you wouldn't come back." His rough hands rub the soft skin on your hips.

His tongue teased your neck, sucking and softly nibbling on it. "N-not here Miguel..your daughter.." You whispered, trying hard to restrain your small whimpers. He hummed in your ears, nibbling on it before detaching himself as soon as he heard a doorbell ring.

Luckily the kitchen had the blinds closed so whoever was outside, couldn't see.

He sighed and you quickly headed to open the door, facing a woman. She had on black sunglasses to block the sun in her eyes.

"You must be the new babysitter right?" She questioned as she placed her purse on the island countertop. "Yes! I was recently hired by Mr. O'Hara, Ms.." You waited for a response from her. "Mrs. O'Hara." She spoke, she reached to grab Gabriella by the waist; a suitcase near the table.

You had thought that he was divorced, you thought pretty quickly to it maybe they just haven't had gone to court yet to fix their situation.

"Mom? Where are we going?" Gabriella prods her head at Miguel and you. "We're going to Disneyland!!" She squeals as she hears the exciting news.

Miguel sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that she never really gave attention to Gabriella, just spoiling and bribing her.

Gabriella was brought down back to her feet, hugging you and her dad by the leg, waving goodbyes.

You helped her out with packing some of her toys upstairs. When you both finished packing up some extra stuff, you head downstairs, slightly peering your head to see Miguel and his wife whisper about stuff. Miguel's chest heaved as his hands ran through his hair, frustrated.

Gabriella prods her head at what you're looking at and you quickly distract her by asking her something.

"Did you grab all of your toys, Gabi?" "I think so," she said as she rubbed her head and headed towards the door.

The lady drank some champagne from the glass, eyeing you up and down, questionable about you. You were never this nervous, but you worried if she had known.

She averted her gaze back to Gabi, holding her hand and the suitcase near Miguel. "Bye papi!" Gabi squeaked as the door behind her closed. Miguel waved non-stop til he couldn't see her anymore.

He laid his elbows on the countertop, tilting his head sideways back and forth. "Everything okay?" You walked up to him.

"Yeah.. um..it's just.." He hesitated to tell you. "Oh, don't worry! It's fine you don't have to tell me, Mr.-.. Miguel." He sighed angrily, "No no, it's just that..this week I was supposed to have Gabriella. She comes unannounced, not even a heads up that she would take Gabi with her."

As he vented more of his frustration, he felt relief by letting it all out. You were open eares with him, softly patting his shoulder blades to ease him.

"Wow..that's really messed up. Do you have custody of Gabriella, if you don't mind me asking." You spoke softly.

"Yeah, I do. We haven't had the court fully decide yet, it's coming up in a couple weeks. I just hate how she's nowhere fit for her to be actually caring for Gabriella." He sighed and took a big sip from the champagne bottle.

You hummed in return, heading to the snack closet for something to ease him up. "Want some snacks?" You asked. Miguel gets up and walks towards you.

You tip-toed to reach a cardboard box full of gummies, until you felt your body shivering to the touch of his hands around your waist later reaching your bra.

He wraps his arms around you, his touch becoming a bit more daring this time.

"You're very tempting. It's difficult to resist you right now..."

Miguel smiles at you and whispers his words. He then places his lips on yours again, his kiss passionate and eager. He wraps you as tight as he can, his hands roaming your hips.

"Oh, I would love something sweet. Don't you?" He murmured on your neck. His hands pushed your dress up, caressing your plush skin. "Mr. O'Hara-.."

You felt a sharp slap to your ass. "What did I say? Llámame Miguel.." (Call me Miguel)

He placed a hand on your chin to face him, kissing you softly. The second kiss seemed more like hunger.

"Get on your knees for me, cariño." He husked in a low tone, you obediently listen and laid your knees on the cold marble floor. He caressed your face once more, "Good girl.." The praises that came out his mouth made your cheeks heat up, your blood pumping to your pooling cunt.

Miguel's face lights up with pleasure, his eyes staring at you seductively as you kneel down in front of him. He watches your movement as you kneel, breathing slightly heavier. The way you look at Miguel also makes him feel good.

"Mm..."

Miguel's hand then reaches down and he grabs your head, making you look up at him.

"Open your mouth..."

Miguel moves his hand down to one of your shoulders, moving his thumb along your collarbone and then along your cleavage.

"Open wider, muñeca..."

Miguel's smile grows more and more as he sees you opening your mouth. You see his hand moving around your lips, just touching your face sensually here and there. Miguel's eyes never leave yours, and you find his stare to be both attractive and also exciting.

"Mm... Good.."

Miguel's eyes move down to your tongue and then back up to your face. He starts to whisper in your ear, his voice going slightly deeper.

"¿Como se siente esa boca, chiquilla?"

Miguel's breath slows, clearly aroused. He stuck in two fingers into your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks softly as you sucked on them for a bit. He went deeper, making you gag continuously, he took his fingers out licking them clean.

Your eyes landed on his bulge, palming it with your hands, rubbing it harder each time, pulling groans out of Miguel.

You begin to remove his pants by unzipping it and pulling down his boxers, his hard cock slapping his abdomen. The red brownish head was practically fuming for your touch.

You part your lips, laying your tongue out and licking the pre-cum streaming down on his tip. You try fitting all of his cock in your throat but you can't so you stroke the rest of him.

His eyes drop down to your face, his eyebrows furrowed together, savouring the delicious feeling of your tongue around his cock. You bobbed your head faster when your throat relaxed, being able to take in more of him. You clench your inner thighs together to feel some relief on your swollen clit.

His breathing becomes shallow the more he becomes impatient. When you looked up at him with small teary eyed..

He loses it.

He needs and wants to feel more of you, he slammed his cock deeper down your throat. The squelching sounds and low groans of his voice made you whine but it was muttered by his cock in your mouth.

You dig your nails into his thighs to keep yourself steady, you feel like you've ran out of oxygen. But you couldn't care less.

"Puta madre..." He whispers.

The feeling of him driving you absolutely mad, his grip on your scalp tightening with every thrust he took. The aggression shocked you, but you couldn't move since he took complete control of your mouth.

His cock pressed harder into your throat, making you gag on and on while tears streamed down your face. Your flushed out face drew him to his final straw.

His hips snapping against your cheeks, the slapping sounds echoing. The feeling of your fingernails digging deep into his skin, your muffled moans clenching harder around his cock whenever you hollowed your cheeks, made him lose his control.

"F-fuck...you're so good...such a pretty little slut aren't you? So fucking good f'me baby..." He scowled.

You kept muffling mhm's as he would praise your touch on him. His hips began stuttering, his thrusts slowly becoming slower as his cock became more and more sensitive with every warm touch of your tongue around him.

He held both sides of your face in a firm but gentle grip, abusing your throat to catch his orgasm. "I'm c-coming..mhmmf..mierda..." He whined.

His massive body shook with his imploding orgasm, he shoved his cock to the back of your throat and shuddered as his cum was hot and sticky on your tongue.

The moment he pulled out, he angled my face to his, towering over my frame. "Swallow it f'me." He spoke bluntly.

Miguel removed your mouth off his cock, his erection still hard and pulsing. All he wanted right now was to be inside you but he had different plans for you. He was going to return the favor back to you now.

You let out a few coughs to catch your breath and swallowed just like he asked. Bittersweet taste left on your tongue.

"Eres tan buena y hermosa, ma." (You're so good and beautiful, ma)

"Llevantate, amor." He panted on your neck.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you up, resting your quivering ankles on his broad shoulders. His fingers stroking and prodding at the wet stain on your underwear, his cold touch setting you on fire.

"Let me touch your pretty pussy, amor. Déjame ver ese bello coño.." (Let me see that pretty pussy) He tore your underwear off, the cold air washing your cunt makes you shiver. He lightly slapped your folds to see your face contort and furrow.

Suddenly, his hot tongue flicked your wet folds, and heat swirled in your stomach, your clit throbbing. Your skin burned to his touch as he reached for your perked nipples, rubbing it with his hands and whenever he would pinch your nipples, you would jerk forward; making his nose hit your clit.

"M-more Miguel.." You begged, your cunt clenching around nothing left you feeling empty and so needy. Your fingers wrapping around his brown curls, gripping onto them dearly as his tongue lapped on your clit.

"You're doing such a good job f'me, mi amor. Keep moaning my name like that. Fuck.." He groaned into your cunt. He slid into another finger and the feeling was too much for you to handle.

"M-miguel.." Your pants filled with wanton and lust. Your body jerks forward as he slid a finger inside you, your eyes impossibly rolling back to the back of your head as you choked on your moans, mumbling his name as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

"Mirame, corazon. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"

You felt too much and too little all at once, it wasn't enough for you but you felt like you were about to get thrown off the edge as his fingers started pounding you deep inside your velvet walls. You kept twitching and trembling, your back arching off the wall as your body hopelessly writhed for him.

Your nerves began stuttering, going numb along with a knot starting to untie. Miguel wouldn't stop sucking on your folds, his nose nudging your clit. His eyes never left your face, he loved seeing how you responded to his touch.

You started feeling a fire pooling low in your abdomen, your heartbeat pulsing faster than before.

You started losing composure whatsoever, when he slid in another finger inside. He didn't stop lapping on your sopping cunt, your pussy clenching around his fingers made his cock ache for your walls to tighten around him.

"It's t-too much.. m-miguel please mhmgf..fuck!" You sobbed and wailed. Your tears wouldn't stop, his fingers plunging in deeper inside your swollen cunt.

"You can handle it, doll.. I know you can." His ears relished the wet squelching sounds and your sweet little moans. You tugged harder into his hair as you felt a wave crashing down, the dam broke which released a leg-shaking orgasm. Fire sprinted throughout your body, the feeling of it taking over your mind with nothing but his fingers and tongue on your cunt.

Your orgasm came in flooding in and electrified every nerve in your body. Your vision fading to black. Your throat welled with moans and mewls, as you kept blubbering incoherently.

Miguel devoured you without mercy, savoring your juices as it ran down his chin. He kept you steady by holding you tight on your hips as you wiggled non-stop, shaking and writhed under him.

You loved drowning in helplessness of the pleasure as it surrounded you by the waist, leaving you breathless, shaky, and light headed.

You became almost feverishly whimpering since Miguel would still suck on your clit, tenderly. He finally removed himself from your folds, smirking at you while caressing your flushed out face. "Te ves bella así, muñeca. Eres mia..que no?" (You look beautiful like that, doll. You're mine, right?) You nodded as your orgasm finally came to a stop. He rested your ankles back to the floor, holding you up by the waist so you wouldn't succumb to the floor.

Just when he was about to tease you with his cock slowly on your folds, you both hear a ding from the door. Keys ring through your ears and the door creaked open. Heels clacking on the hard floor echoing around the spacious house, heading upstairs. The both of you quickly start to dress up quickly, you knew exactly who this was.

"Miguel!! ¿¿Dónde estás?? Do you know where the monster high dolls are?!?" A woman voice yelled upstairs. Miguel gave you a quick peck on the lips and a wink.

"What is it this time?" Miguel's voice responded back to her. "Gabi forgot her stupid toys..anyways just tell me where they are. She won't stop crying and I need her to shut up."

Miguel refused to give into his emotions and snap back at her so he gave off a small response to her.

"They're in the hidden basket under her bed, the lock is in the bedstand drawer." He answered, looking back at you tip toeing to the door.

You sent yourself off by going back home quietly and hurriedly.

Miguel was once again incredibly frustrated for the intrusion.

A/N: it's 12:31 am rn, gonna have the best sleep ever. I finally finished it! Leave any feedback, always room for improvement, thank you guys!! (Sorry for the ending once more 😭😓, I promise to make part 4 hella dirty and long)

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[fumekara]

MORE THAN ANYTHING 

Kento Nanami x Gn reader 

n/a: English is not my first language, besides, this Fic comes from a draft taken some time ago. I hope you enjoy it. It is my first time back to writing in a long time. 

Tw: Just pure fluff and soft sfw, I would like to specify that this post does not contain any type of sexual content. The title is inspired by HH's song. 

WC: 1.1K

That night you could not fall asleep.

After turning yourself several times on the sheets of the bed, on which you had lain a couple of hours before, you looked at the half-open door through which a dim light filtered from the living room, giving the bedroom a thread of light in the darkness of the night.

You hoped your man would decide to drop the papers and paperwork he often brought home from work and come to bed with you, wrapping you in his arms so you could finally sleep in complete bliss as you usually did.

"I'll be right with you, it won't take long," he had told you when you proposed to sleep with him after you both went through a long day at work.

However, this was one of those evenings when Kento would spend hours on the kitchen table filling out paperwork late into the night. Although he hated office work, he was always diligent and meticulous when it came to completing his tasks.

It was a characteristic that made you feel proud of the man you loved, yet no matter how responsible and careful he was in managing his time and energy, you were sure he was beginning to place less importance on his rest. You wanted so much for him to give up those silly practices and take the rest he deserved.

After staring at the ceiling for an hour, you sat on your side of the bed, shivering from the sudden cold due to the lack of blankets, and looking at the bedside table you saw that 00:50 was written on the screen. And even today he worked late 

You got up and, making as little noise as possible, took small steps towards the living room.

Kento was writing something on his laptop, surrounded by a pile of papers divided into folders of various kinds lit by the light of the monitor and the lamp you kept in the corner of the kitchen.

He noticed your presence and gave you a small, tired smile, giving your heart some warmth.

"Are you still awake, love?" He asked as he leaned against the back of the chair.

"I could tell you the same thing," you replied a little sleepily, returning the smile and moving closer to the blond. As sorry as you are that he was exhausted from work, you couldn't help but think about how handsome he was. Even though you'd been together for a few years, the love you felt for this man had always had that effect on you. I've been waiting for you,' you said, heading towards him. 

You sit on his lap and he wraps his big arms around you, you notice that the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up and show off his forearms, something he always did when he came home. Leaning his head on your shoulder and inhaling deeply, he loses himself in your scent and warmth. Suddenly all the tiredness he had put aside to work on his papers came over him like a wave of a stormy sea, but the fact that you were there with him gave him a feeling of comfort.

He always felt at home with you. 

"I'm sorry Y/N". He rubbed his head in the crook of your neck "I was late again without me noticing" he said, planting a chaste kiss on an exposed spot on your shoulder.

Gently you brushed his hair back with one hand, while with the other you closed the laptop he was working on just now, making it clear that it was time for him to take the rest he so richly deserved.

"Come to sleep, Kento, it's not good for you to stay here late and I miss you," you said as you rested your head on his soft hair on your cheek.

"I know, you're right," he lifted his chin, placing a kiss on your neck, "I don't like leaving you alone either."

Lifting your head slightly, you turned to stare at him, touching his cheek lovingly as you looked intently into his eyes.

Pure love

You couldn't have found any other words to describe the way he looked at you whenever you were in situations like this, alone, with no one else to interrupt you, without Gojo, just the two of you. He made you feel loved, important, and you often thought back to the moment you realized you had fallen in love with him.

As a result, Nanami couldn't understand how he could have you in his life, how lucky he was to have you and how much he regretted making you go through nights like this when he left you alone. He felt selfish and the only thing he wanted at that moment was to go to bed and wrap you in his arms with your head against his chest. 

You remained in that position for a long time, a wonderful feeling for both of you. He placed his face on yours and then gave you a kiss on the cheek savoring the aroma.

Without saying anything, you got up from his lap, took his hand without taking your eyes off his and, after switching off the lights, slowly guided him towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm sorry I don't spend much time with you," he said as he shed his work clothes, "I don't want you to stay up because of me, but I appreciate you doing so." After slipping into his sweatpants, he settled next to you in bed as you wrapped him with the quilt.

"You don't have to apologize for working so hard, you have done and are doing a great job. I just want you not to overdo the work, everyone deserves a break and you especially." After turning off the lights you lie down beside him and feel him encircling your waist with his arm "Don't think you are being mean to me Kento, you always do so much for me, you show me that every day and remind me every time you look at me." 

In the darkness you could glimpse his small smile that made your heart melt.

"Come here," he told you as he felt butterflies in his stomach, as if he had managed to fall in love with you even more than before.

More than anything. 

You felt his grip envelop you even more as you brought faces closer and met lips in a chaste, soft, pure kiss. 

When you pulled away, you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

"I love you Y/N."

"I love you too, darling." 

You both fell asleep wrapped in bliss.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

An abundance of dogs

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | You're dog-sitting for a friend of yours, and decide to surprise Chris by saying you got him a new dog as a present. He's not sure what to think at first, but when you tell him it's a prank, he can't help but fall in love with you even more than he already has.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | This one shot takes place in the same 'universe' as Two dogs and a piano. You don't need to have read that to understand this, but it would still be appreciated if you check it out in case you haven't already 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

A few days ago you got a call from a good friend of yours, Stella, to ask if you could watch her German shepherd, Sky. She had to go home for a family emergency and unfortunately, she couldn't take the lovely dog with her, so you immediately said yes. You would be working from home for a few days anyways, so it was nice to have an extra dog around. Willow and Sky have always gotten along great so it was an absolute no-brainer for you, and you picked up the lovely dog yesterday. ''Hi Sky, are you ready to spend a few days with me and Willow when your mom has to go back home?'' you asked the dog and she happily wagged her tail at you.

''Thank you so much for doing this, I owe you big time,'' Stella said when you picked her up. ''Oh no, you don't! You know I love Sky like she's my own, so it's no problem at all. I am working from home anyways so having extra company is always a big plus,'' you laughed before taking Sky down to your car and on your way to your house. When you were there all three of you went up to your apartment and you opened the balcony doors, so the two dogs could go onto the balcony if they pleased. You grabbed a cold glass of iced tea, your laptop, and your earbuds so you could focus on work, but put the music on low enough that you could still hear the two dogs when necessary.

They were playing with each other for a while and you got some work done, which was always good, and you suddenly got a text from Chris. He was away for a shoot and he took Dodger with him this time, so you didn't have to watch over him, but he would be coming home today.

Chris 💙: Hi babe, are you free tonight? I'll be home soon and I can't wait to see you again! I missed you and Willow way too much! ���

Y/N 🩷: Hey bubs, we missed you too, and I'm free! Want me to cook dinner tonight at your place? I can stay over too if you want ❤️

Chris 💙: You're the best babe, can't wait to see you tonight!

With that you finished your work, stopping a little earlier than you planned but if you had to cook dinner at Chris' house, you had to leave on time to do some grocery shopping beforehand, especially with both of the dogs with you. You went to a dog-friendly grocery shop and the girls had the time of their lives, sniffing through every aisle making the shopping trip way longer than it needed to be. You bought both of the girls a chew that they could enjoy when you were at Chris' house, and of course, you got one for Dodger too, but he got a smaller one so it would be fair for all of them. ''All right girls, let's go!'' you said as you were done at the register and they got all the love from the girl behind it.

Not much later you arrived at Chris' house and unlocked the door, finding him asleep on the couch. You sank on your knees to wake him up, placing soft kisses on his face as he slowly woke up. ''Hi babe, missed you,'' he said with a deep voice thick with sleep, and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. He cupped your cheek and brought your face to his after propping himself up on his arm, kissing you softly yet passionately. ''I got you a surprise,'' you said and he looked at you with wide eyes, his interest peaked immediately. ''Oh? You didn't have to, babe!'' he said as the both of you got up, and you led him to the garden, where all three dogs were playing with each other.

''I got you another dog because you and Dodger seemed a bit lonely with just the two of you,'' you said as a joke, but Chris' mouth fell open, not sure what to say to this. ''Are you serious, babe? I mean, I love it, obviously, but I think we have a bit of an abundance of dogs now,'' he said and your face turned into a face-splitting grin, notifying Chris that it was just a joke. ''Oh, you're terrible!'' he said as he pushed jokingly against your upper arm. ''I know, I know!'' you laughed. ''Don't worry, I'm just dog-sitting for my friend Stella for a few days, it's her German Shepherd named Sky, she's an absolute sweetheart,'' you explained and it immediately made Chris feel better when you told him just that. ''I love you so much, you know that?'' he said as he pulled you in for a hug, kissing you on the top of your head. ''I love you too, bubs,'' you sighed as you leaned into the hug.

''So, time to prepare dinner! You can just sit down, I will do all the work today,'' you said as you got out the groceries you got for dinner. You decided on making homemade spicy hamburgers today, so you got ground beef and a lot of fresh vegetables to put on them. Chris sat down at his kitchen island as you prepared dinner for both of you, so the two of you could catch up a little before going outside to enjoy your dinner together. You brought the food out, and Chris brought a beer for each of you to drink with the hamburgers. ''Oh, I got each of the dogs a chew, I thought it would help them to calm down a little before dinner!'' you said as you got them, and handed them to each of the dogs who were chewing on them contently on the grass.

''They look so sweet now, don't they?'' you smiled and you looked at Chris. ''Not as sweet as you are, my love,'' he said before putting 2 fingers under your chin, lifting your head slightly as he moved closer to capture your lips in another breathtaking kiss, and you melted into it. ''God, I missed you so much,'' you say almost breathless as the two of you break apart, the butterflies in both your stomachs going haywire. ''Oh, I will show you just how much I missed you later, babe, don't you worry about that,'' he said with a wink and it made you blush, so you quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn't notice, but he did. He always did. And that is just another reason he is so deeply in love with you, the love of his life.

[hongjoonggine95]

가지마 Don't go! [Prolog]

Summery: Your boyfriend Hongjoong didn't pay attention to you. Since almost 3 weeks. He spend all his time in his studio. You can't deal with it anymore.

Genre: little bit Smut, fluff, Angst, anxiety, love drama.

Warnings : mentions of S*ex, pet names like [whore, slut, bitch], trigger warning 'cause of anxiety, dirty talk, eventually choking, 18+ content!

Pairings : Idol!hongjoong, nonidol*fem!reader

ღ♡ Authors note's : THIS ISN'T THE TRUTH ATEEZ. IT'S JUST A FICTIONAL STORY! ღ♡

In the last view weeks, Hongjoong didn't pay attention to you. Everytime when you try to get his attention, he getting mad at you. You was so frustrated in many ways. Why is he always like that? Did he lost his feelings for you or did you do something wrong? You want answers. You know that he was in his studio today, so you drive to him. Your feelings was mixed, you are angry, sad, nervous and upset.

As you reach his Entertainment, you enter the elevator, Mingi appears in front of you. He smiles.

"What do you want here?"

"Oh Uhm... I wanna visit Hongjoong's Studio"

"Did he pay attention to you now?"

You lower your head towards the floor.

"No, and I want to know why! That's the reason why am I coming here today"

"Oh okay, do you have any Ideas why he separated himself from you?"

"No, I can't remember that I do something to make him act like this."

"hm... I can't help you but I hope he can explain why he act like this! I can't understand him, if I had a girl like you, I would give you all my attention"

The Elevator stops before you can answer.You step out and Mingi wish you good luck. Now, it was time for the truth. You going along the hallway. His studio was the last one in the corridor. It was a little bit scary walking around, with barely lights. When you reach his door, you heard music from behind. You don't waste the time to open it. He was sitting at his laptop working on something you couldn't see from your perspective. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest. You were afraid he would get angry if you interrupt him now. So you decide to close the door again before he even notices you're there. You just couldn't do it. You were too afraid the truth might break your heart. Disappointed in yourself, you drive back home. You angrily throw your things in the corner of the hallway, then you drag yourself into the living room and collapse onto the sofa. Cuddled up in your favorite blanket, you try to calm down. You tell yourself it's just a phase he's going through. Maybe he just needs a little space? While you thinking about those things, your eyes weight heavy.

"Just close my eyes for 10min,..."

A few hours passed. The sound of a key woke you up. It was Hongjoong who finally returned to the dorm. He quietly took off his Jacket. You got up, still wrapped in your blanket, and walked over to him.

"Why are you awake?"

"I fall asleep on the sofa, you woke me up with your Key's" you said in a sleepy voice.

"Sorry Princess it was not my intention to wake you up. But why are you sleep on the sofa?"

"I don't want to bother you or do something wrong. I decided to sleep here. I think you need more space."

"Wait what? You don't bother me princess and I don't need space for myself. Why you think I don't want you to be with me?"

"Hongjoong,... In the last time, you ignore me, getting mad at me whenever i try to catch your attention because I need you. I love you but things like that hurting me in many different ways"

Tears ran down his cheeks when he heard what you said.

"Babe please i am so sorry that I act like a dumb Child. I was so into my work and don't have time for other things. That I getting mad at you wasn't in my intentions."

"But did you ever stop to think about how I feel?"

Hongjoong wasn't able to answer you. He was to stunned of your words.

"Why can't you just stop for once on your life? Do you think I'm not worth? Did you think you waste your time when you spend time with me?

" I know you hurt, Y/N! But don't thinking about things like that. You are the worth thing I've ever had, you don't waste my time. It's... It's just complicated."

"why does everything have to be a struggle with you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That'll never change, will it?"

"Y/N please you speak in riddles. I don't understand what you mean."

"Hongjoong,.... I love you, I really do but I can't do this anymore. I-I guess I need space for myself. I have to think about a lot things"

"Please, babe listen. I can change everything you want but don't do this to me."

"It's time for you to do the same as me. You should thinking about us how we can be together or maybe it's better we go our own ways"

With these words you turn your back on him. You went to your own bedroom. You break down crying behind the door. Your body trembled and you try to drag yourself to your bed. Hongjoong, who was left alone in the hallway, sat down on the sofa.He had never wanted any of this. He never wanted to hurt you like that. I'm dumb! Why am I like this? Gosh i'm a fucking idiot he said to himself as suddenly a voice come from the corner of the Living room.

"Are you okay? What happend?"

He knows who was speaking to him. Hongjoong lean back.

"Y/N! She said she need space for herself"

"I'm sorry for you. It's hard to hear but I hope you wont give up on her?"

"I never thought of giving up on here but I don't know what to do now. I love her with my whole heart. She is the love of my life and I don't want to loose her 'cause of my bad behaviors. Seonghwa, what should I do?"

Seonghwa sit down next to his friend to spend him some comfort.

" I don't know, I never was in such situations like that before but in my opinion, you should give her time she needs. You both being together for a long time now. I'm pretty sure you can go through this and at the end, you found a solution."

The both men smiled at each other.

Meanwhile, you walked to your bathroom that you shared with Yeosang. Luckily, he wasn't there. You close the door behind you. Why is my life always that hard? You question yourself, while turn on the water in the shower. Slowly, you strip down the clothes, throwing them in the corner. When the water have the right temperature, you get in. The hot crystal clear liquid on your cold sensitive skin, makes you shiver. For a brief moment, you close your eyes. If someone would walked in, you wouldn't notice. You are lost in your own world, feeling nothing at this point. Just enjoy the silence, as suddenly the door gets open. You reach out for a towel, when someone hand it to you.

"Excuse me doll, I just walked in without knowing you take a shower."

Ashamed, you wrapped the towel around you. When you stepped out, your cheek's was painted in a soft pink color. You wasn't able to look at the man in front of you.

"I-i.. Uhm... It's... Okay. Nothing special happened so, never mind"

"Did I ever say how pretty you are when you act so damn cute?"

What's going on here?

"I-I should go"

"You wanna leave me alone here?"

"Y-you a-are act weird"

"I act weird?" he replied.

"Yes, you,... Never say things L-like that to me"

The man leans forward. He place two fingers under your chin. He softly lift it up that he can finally meet your eyes.

"Look at me doll, do you think I making fun of you? I would never! Hongjoong is an Idiot. How dare him to hurt you like this?"

You are confused. How did he know that you have a argument with Hongjoong?

"I'm sure he don't want to hurt me but he does."

Your eyes was filled with tears. Talking about how much you want his attention was really hard for you. Yeosang carefully listen to you. When he noticed a single teardrop ran down your cheek's, he uses his thumb to wipe it away.

" I'm here, I always being. When you need something that I can do, just tell me."

You leand your head against his strong chest. He placed his hands around you to give you some more comfort.

" Thank's sangsang"

The cute nickname you give him months ago, let him smile whenever you called him like that. The tight hug you two have, heat up a bit when you noticed that his hands was near your ass. You look up at him. Your heart beats fast.

Did he ever had this look in his eyes before?

"Y/N?"

"Yes? Sangsang?

" Can I ~... "

Before he end his sentence, he close the space between your lips. You close your eyes just for a moment. In the moment you realize what's happen, you break the kiss and step back backwards.

" Why did you kiss me? "

" Y/N... I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me. Forgive me"

Taking a deep breath, you tell him that this shouldn't happen again.

" I can't be mad at you but, you shouldn't do that again."

"I promise you, I wont kiss you again"

" my heart belongs to Hongjoong, that I need space for myself don't mean we are not together. I just want some time to thinking about a lot of things. Now,... Excuse me, I'm tired. It was a long day with so many things that happen. I'll go to bed now."

Without any other words, you leave. While walking along the hallway to your Bedroom, you crashed into Yunho.

" woah, tiny. Are you fine? "

Tiny was your nickname, giving by Yunho because you aren't that tall and still a Atiny.

" Uhm.. Yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seemed to be lost"

" As I said, I'm fine. Please Yuyu, I don't want to talking about. I just want to sleep."

"Okay, but if you want someone to talk, you know where you can find me. Sleep well Tiny"

Also Yunho give you a kiss, but it was okay. He just kiss you on your forehead.

"Thank's, you too Yuyu"

You give him a heart warming smile before you went to your room. Once you close your door, you locked it and throw yourself onto the bed. What a weird, meaningful day. Gosh I wish this wasn't real. I hope its just a bad dream. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, everything is fine?! You snuggle up in your blanket, slightly close your eyes and drifting away while you cuddle with your Teddy that smells like Him...

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Chapter 1 coming soon!

THANKS FOR READING 🙏🏻❤️

This was just the Prolog. I hope you like it?

Please let me know when you want more story's like that, my request are always open 😊!

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[choimari-achoochu]

When he misses your birthday>>>

a/n : this was just a random drabble and for the love of God do I tell you I had trouble deciding who would this be for to the point I had to change the names twice 😭😞 but anyway, I'm sorry for being inactive so PLEASE HAVE THIS AS I STILL STRUGGLE WITH THE SUNGHOON I'M TRYING TO WRITE. It will be a full fic so I'm really working on it 🥲

Tags : Sunghoon x reader, angst, cursing

You knew Sunghoon was a busy person, he likes keeping himself occupied at all times and being productive. That's what you loved about your boyfriend. You just never knew it was to such an extent where asking 1 day from him was so difficult to achieve. Especially because it your birthday. You were exactly the type of person to celebrate your own birthday, but ever since bring with him you loved to spend each and every day with him special or not.

"Sunghoon. Love, do you have anything going on at work on Friday next week?" You ask timidly.

"No, not really. Why?" He responds without looking up from his laptop to return your gaze.

"Nothing. I just wanted to spend that day with you and it's been a while since we've gone on a date, right? Why don't we go on a date?" You respond as you're grinning from ear-to-ear at the thought being able to spend your birthday with your boyfriend as he's been too busy to spend some time with you. You understood how demanding his job seemed to be because you also have really late and long shifts at the hospital you work at as an intern.

"That's fine but why is there a specific day?" He piqued, finding it suspicious how your date had to be on Friday and couldn't be any other day.

"Well, that's the day I asked for a day off for." You lied. Well, you didn't technically lie. You did ask for a day off because it was birthday.

"All right, fine." He sighed and shifted his attention back to his work as he continues typing on his computer. While you went to sleep with a grin.

Friday came and you're met with all sorts of disappointments. You've had everything ready from movie tickets you bought, the tickets to the amusement park you bought, the photoshoot you had booked at a photobooth, up to the dinner at your favorite restaurant you had booked a reservation for.

You woke up with your boyfriend's side of the bed empty and cold. You thought he had just gotten up early and went downstairs, so you got up and took a shower immediately. When you got downstairs, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. You opened your phone and there were no messages from him telling you about where he went so you decided to ask for yourself.

You : Good morning, love! Woke up without you here. Where are you right now?

Sunghoon♡ : Something urgent happened at work. I'll be back as soon as we settle this.

You : oh... Alright! I'll wait for you:)

There was no more messages after the one he sent as he had left you on read. You decided to get dressed be ready to go out as you wait for him to arrive. Though, it was way longer than you thought it would last. The time allotted for the movies you had bought tickets to had passed. You sighed and grabbed your car keys to drive yourself to your next planned place for your date with you boyfriend.

"Absolute bullshit." You muttered under your breath, the photobooth you booked had to cancel and refund your money as their machine had broken down and would take about 2 days to finish. You sighed for the nth time this day, calming yourself as you went back inside your car and decided to call the restaurant for you adjust the time a bit earlier than booked.

"Hello, you have reached our restaurant's staff. This is Haruna, what may I do for you?" The lady at the other line chirped after answering the call.

"Hello, uhm, I'm calling to adjust the time of my reservation about an hour earlier. Is that possible?" You spoke in a calm manner, even though you were almost about to break down inside your car while still being at the parking lot.

"Well we do have a fully booked day but may I know the name and time of the reservation, please?" The lady responded.

"It's L/N Y/N for 6 p.m." You nervously answered, not wanting your day to be even worse than it already is.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." The receptionist's stated with a cheery tone.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Your name doesn't seem to be on the list for today's reservees." Her vocied dropped seeming to match your disappointed face as soon as you heard her words.

"What do you mean? I booked the reservation three days ago. How come my name isn't there?" You said with a slightly raised tone as you pulled at a few strands of your hair.

"I'm sorry, we're not sure what happened. Maybe the person who had typed your reservation forgot to save it. We're really sorry." The lady responded once again with a more apologetic tone this time.

You sighed again and bid your goodbye to the lady. You rest your head on the wheel of your car and let yourself calm down. The day wasn't over just yet. You lift your head and opened your phone once again, searching for different restaurants to eat at. You found one that you remember you've gone to once and liked but was quite the drive from your house. You called and booked a reservation and, fortunately, they weren't fully booked. You were content with the idea and decided to go back home to change into different clothes.

The moment you had applied finishing touches to your features, the sun was already starting to set.

You grabbed your keys and rushed out of your shared apartment to drive off to the restaurant. It was about a maximum of a 7 minute drive to arrive at the said establishment, but their food was worth it. Even though you the restaurant you had first booked at was your first favorite, this place could also be your favorite with it's very elegant yet home-like texture of it's interior.

You approached the reception area and the staff immediately guided you to your table. You thanked them and sat down as they walked away. A waitress later approaches your table.

"Good evening, ma'am. Will anyone be joining you today?" She asked as she placed down a glass of water in front of you.

"Oh, thank you, and yes. My boyfriend will be here soon." You responded with a smile.

The waitress nodded and left. You sent your boyfriend a quick message to let him know you had a change of plan for dinner at a different restaurant. The waitress later came back with two menus and told you to call her once you're ready to order. You thanked her once again and continued to wait for your boyfriend.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hour. Your beloved was still nowhere to be seen. You had sent him multiple messages asking him where he was and called him multiple times, yet there was no answer. He hasn't even read your messages. The waitress kept coming back asking you if you were ready to order and you can't even count how many times you've said, "Oh, I'll just wait for a bit more. My boyfriend hasn't arrived." to the point you feel like they're starting to think your delusional and waiting for someone who doesn't exist. The most patient part of you decided to wait more, you trusted your boyfriend. He wouldn't forget to spend this day with you. You've been planning it all week, after all. But, alas, another hour went by without a single sound from your boyfriend. You had decided to at least order salad to-go for the sake of the kind waitress who had been going back and forth from your table to her station. She seemed relieved to know you're finally ordering something.

As they were preparing your food, you were cleaning up your stuff to leave after they have your order ready before you heard your phone ring. You knew immediately who it was as you pressed to answer the call.

"Hello?" You said with a bitter tone absolutely wanting to go batshit on your lovely boyfriend for having stood you up on your birthday.

"Hey, I saw the missed calls. Where are you? Did you go out?" You couldn't help but feel conflicted. Your boyfriend's boice sounded so tired, but you also couldn't push the thoughts of how much of an asshole he was for not remembering your date.

"I'm at ______, you?" You heaved a sigh before responding as the waiter called for you to pay and receive your order. You stood up, your bag strap on your shoulder as you fished for your wallet.

"Why are you there? Did you have dinner with some friends or something? If so, why didn't you tell me..." He responded, tone laced with disappointment. He listened to you speak to a staff of the establishment before he hears a chime, telling him you've gotten out of the restaurant. You walked back to your car and put the bag with food on the passenger seat before facing your phone once again realizing he hasn't ended the call yet.

"Hello? Y/N?" He called for you trying to catch your attention.

"What time did you get off of work?" You queued, which surprised him.

"I've been home for about an hour and a half. So, more than an hour ago." He responded clearly confused as to you why you're acting so strange. "Why do you ask?"

"I'll be home in a bit. I have to drive so I'm gonna end the call." You responded with the same bitter tone. Feeling absolutely exhausted and frustrated after the seemingly long day.

"Alright, drive safe." He said in agreement before you pressed your phone to hang up. You rub your hand against your face before leaning your head onto the wheel once and sighing once again. You didn't want to be mad, you couldn't be mad. It was no one's fault that an emergency came up at his workplace, but you just can't help but be upset that he forgot the day you had planned to spend with together.

When you felt your emotions were back on calm enough state for you to drive, you lift your head and inserted your keys into the keyhole before starting the car. Your drive was quite melancholic, helping you to at least not break down in the middle of the road while you're driving. Once you've arrived and parked your car at your apartment building's parking lot, you grab your bag and and the salad you had bought and entered the building.

Once he heard the doorknob twist, Sunghoon's attention was already at the doorway expecting your figure to walk in. Which you did, after taking off your heels.

"Hey, you're home. Why are you so dressed up? Did you meet with someone?" He asked in suspicion as he was not aware who you've met outside with nor that you even went out without his knowledge.

"Wow, Sunghoon. We missed the chance to watch the movie, you stood me up on our dinner date, made me wait for two hours when you've been home for an hour and half because you seemed to have forgotten about our date, didn't bother to call the moment you got home, but you have the audacity to ask me why I'm "all dressed up"?" You scoffed and couldn't help but run a hand through hair as you feel tears pricking your eyes. He looked at you with confusion, What do you mean movie? Date? Oh, shit...

The realization dawned on him immediately but you continued. "Because, well, I don't know. Why don't you ask my boyfriend who I've called almost a dozen times and sent about 20-30 text messages to telling him that I've been waiting for him at the restaurant for 2 hours?" You responded. The snark remark remark wasn't something he expected, but he was more surprised at the realization of what today was. He has forgotten about your date.

He immediately fished his phone out of his pocket and checked his messages, you did send multiple messages.

"Shit... I'm sorry, Y/N. We were discussing a lot of important things and I had my phone on silent. I forgot to open it the moment I got home." He said running his hands through his hair, seemingly apologetic.

"Clearly more important than me, right?" You said followed aby a scoff as you walked away and placed the bag of food on the counter before heading upstairs.

"Y/N, it really was important. You know how busy I've been these days." He said seeking your attention as he followed you up the stairs.

"It's absolutely fine, Sunghoon. It's good that you have your priorities set up. At least now I know where I stand in your life." Your voice laced with sarcasm and passive aggressiveness as you continue to ignore his presence and walk into your bedroom.

"Y/N, for the love of God. Drop the fucking attitude. How can you be so petty over one day we couldn't spend together as if you're not always clinging to me when we're together?!" He snapped and raised his voice, not wanting to deal with your passive aggressive attitude even more.

"So now I'm clingy? One day, Sunghoon. One. Fucking. Day. That's all I asked and you couldn't even give me that." You responded with the same aggression as you turned around and faced him, tears welling up in your eyes from all the pent-up frustration you've kept all day.

"There's more days to come. God, Y/N! We could always go out tomorrow or the day after. Why do you have to be so immature about it today?!" He yelled, confused as to why you seem more upset about how he forgot about your date today than all the other one's you were supposed to go on but got cancelled.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because it's my fucking birthday?! Why don't you try that as food for thought." You snapped as tears had rolled down your face. You walk away and enter a different room your apartment had for guests, leaving him dumbfounded.

He messed up...

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

"Who said anything about dating?" he asked Alyrys as she said she wasn't supposed to date humans. It must be some sort of rule. He wouldn't be surprised with how religions were about that sort of thing. However, when she said she didn't want him getting into her panties he scoffed. "Sure seemed like you were eager for things to go that direction when our tongues were wrapped around each other," he muttered under his breath, looking out the window.

"Look, I don't need to date you. I'm not asking for you to fall in love and get married to me so we can start a family and live happily ever after. But come on. You can't even sleep around? How boring." Being an angel sounded miserable to Errol. He wondered why Alyrys would put up with it.

As she went on, explaining that she was stuck with him and he should care more about the consequences of his actions affecting her too, he almost scoffed again. Why should he care about her? All she'd done since he'd met her was be a pain in his ass.

Though... she had saved him with her wings in that car crash...

But what really won him over was when she said there were other people 'up there' (presumably in heaven) counting on her to fail because of him. Spite was a hell of a motivator for Errol. So, when she said she'd prove them wrong and make it work even if she and him hated each other's guts, Errol agreed with Alyrys. "Well, we'll just have to make sure you don't fail then, won't we?" he said with a sly smirk.

When he offered to let her stay with him, Alyrys seemed to take quite some time to decide on it. She looked irritated at the idea, and for a moment he assumed she'd turn him down. But then her cheeks flushed the prettiest rosy pink color and she gave a snarky reply about finding a place that could accommodate her things.

"Is that a yes?" Errol asked. "I don't mind cats. But you should learn to travel light, like I said, I move around a lot. You might have to put some of your clothes and things in storage, in case we end up having to pick up and leave in a hurry again."

But she definitely agreed, telling him to lead the way. "I'm surprised, I thought you'd turn me down," he said, giving her a coy smile before turning the car back on and pulling out of the parking lot. "I suppose the next stop is us going apartment hunting. Do you have a phone to look up available places for rent?" he asked her.

"Oh and," he hesitated a moment, glancing at her nervously, "you don't mind sharing a bedroom for a bit do you? I can't afford a two bedroom place right now. I would if things hadn't gone south with my, erm... work. But since I lost out on my next paycheck because of the police, I can only afford a one bedroom apartment. Just temporarily, until I can get a new laptop and get paid again. You think you can live with that for a couple months? Sharing a bedroom, I mean."

He couldn't understand why he was asking so clumsily and felt so nervous at the idea. Spending a night in a stranger's bed, or having them spend the night in his was a common occurance for him. It shouldn't be a big deal to do so with Alyrys for an extended amount of time. But the thought still made him feel like he had butterflies in his stomach. Maybe he was just nervous because she was so easily upset by him. Or maybe it had something to do with her being an angel.

But Errol had a hunch that it had more to do with how pretty she was and the way his body felt when he'd kissed her.

Errol was used to pleasure. He was a bit of a hedonist and went out of his way to pursue pleasure. But when she'd kissed him back, he'd never felt anything quite like it. It left him wanting more. So thinking of spending the nights in bed with her was enough to make Errol swallow thickly as his cheeks heated up.

He refused to make eye contact with Alyrys, hoping she wouldn't see as he continued driving. "Are you going to look up places to rent or what?" he snapped, hoping that his tone would distract her from the way he was blushing like a school boy.

"Because!" she added with wide eyes fixing her dress "This is my job, I shouldn't... I shouldn't be dating humans..." She clicked her tongue as his comment "Oh trust me there's no way my new toy will get inside my panties... Not that I want it anyways." She lied under her breath, hating herself for enjoying that kiss way too much.

Her lips formed a soft pout and she nodded "That is correct, I am basically stuck with you no matter what... so be careful, I know you probably don't give a damn but everything you're going to do is going to effect me too... " Alyrys's eyes flickered to the sky before turning back to him with a smirk, "Meaning that I have a couple of people upstairs waiting for me to fail because they don't believe in you..." Her lilac eyes stared at the sky again as if she knew she was being observed "But I'm not going to let them win..." She whispered "We'll make this work, even if we hate each other."

Now Alyrys could swear her eye twitched when she heard Errol's suggestion. Living together as roommates would save the girl so many headaches, plus she could keep an eye on him in case something bad happened. However she was not thrilled with the idea, she was used to her own comfort, to her loneliness... But of course, now she had to take care of someone. She couldn't leave him alone all the time, he was dangerous and reckless and... Well she wasn't sure how dangerous he was but whatever it was she couldn't allow herself to lose him.

She looked at him again and could feel the heat creeping up her neck and cheeks. Errol had something... something that he awakened in her after that damn kiss that now keeps her wanting for more. But she has to fight against those desires. She was an archangel, a divine being with grace, how come she was falling for the desires of the flesh and why the hell Errol's was like literally a magnet to her? Dammit linked auras. She finally gave him an unimpressed look, rolling her eyes with annoyance. "I hope whichever place you find have enough space for all my clothes... and my cat..." she finally said putting on her big sunglasses. "So lead the way... What's the next stop?" She mentally facepalmed herself because she already sounded like his ride or die or even worse... his girlfriend.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being the Avengers weapon expert and Kate accidentally kissing you

You were in your lab working on a new staff for Yelena, after testing out her upgraded widow bites on actual mission. She barged into the lab the second she returned with a duffel bag on her shoulder, and dumped the contents out on your workstation. With no regard for the work you were already doing. She demanded that you give all of her weapons cool upgrades, and then she saw the look on your face. The blonde was one of your best friends, and you loved her. But you didn't appreciate her burying your papers, and the mini bombs under her pile of staffs, batons, guns, and knives.

She apologized profusely realizing what she did, and actually got upset thinking you were angry with her. You calmed her down, letting her know it was okay and in the future just choose an empty space to put her stuff on. She agreed and the two of you started going over ideas for her weapons.

That was about two days ago and you hadn't left the lab since. Unless it was to sleep or shower your food was delivered to your lab by Yelena or another agent. You didn't think anyone would really notice your absence around the Compound, considering your lab was already basically your home. If you weren't in there then you would be in the room. Every now and then you make the occasional trip to the kitchen to grab something out of the fridge. But other than that was it unless one of the Avengers requested your audience somewhere else.

Well that was your routine before you started hanging out with Kate on a daily basis. The archer kept her promise and even after getting her trick arrows back. She made it a habit to stop by the lab just about every single day. Unless she was on a mission, or you were working on a huge project and needed solidarity. Even then Kate would at least join you for a small lunch break, and if she noticed you were too caught up with your work. Kate would force you away from it and take out into the city to enjoy yourself.

This was one of those times Kate had a mission that would require her to be away for at least three days. At the most and you promised to spend some time with her before leaving, but here it was her last day. Before she had to depart for the mission later that night, and there had be no sign of you for almost two days. She knew what exactly what was going on, and decided to head to the lab to put a stop to it.

You were too focused on the simulations running on your laptop to realize the doors slid open. It was when your chair started moving backward pulling you away from your workstation. You became aware of the presence of the intruder, and you didn't need to turn around to see who it was.

"Kate no I'm almost done I just need to see if the end of the results, and make sure the damage of the energy waves will be controlled." You whined reaching for the desk in a last ditch effort to try and and grab it. But it was too faraway and as your body leaned forward to make up the distance. Which was still no good and if it wasn't for Kate grabbing the back of your jacket. You would've face planted on the hard concrete floor.

"And I only have a few more hours left of free time before I leave for my three day mission. Those weapons can wait and Yelena will be fine without them after all I'm going to be her partner." She told you spinning the chair around so you were facing her.

You couldn't hide the guilty look on your face when you realized that. Indeed you'd been neglecting her these past couple of days to work on the weapons.

"I'm sorry Katie the rest of my day belongs to you. Whatever you want to do I promise" You said rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile.

O-Oh y-ye-yeah th-that sounds great yeah um I was thinking of-" Kate paused stumbling over her words. You calling her Katie threw her like it always did. Besides Yelena you were the only one who called her that, but when it came out of your mouth. It was way more adorable than when the blonde would use it.

You raised an eyebrow at her with a more confident smile forming now. "Did you want to go into the city?"

Kate shook her head finally pulling herself together. "No I wanted to teach you how to shoot an arrow. You told me last week that the bow and arrow was the only weapon. You truly sucked at and I want to help you master it."

The confidence vanished as you let out a nervous chuckle. "Um are you sure about that?"

"Of course its not like you'll be shooting an apple off my head or something? We'll start out with some basic target practice and go from there. Come on its going to be fun" Kate said not really giving you a choice. Her hand latched onto yours, and next you knew she was tugging you out of the chair.

You let her lead you down the hallway and into one of gyms for training. It was empty besides the two of you with nothing but wide open field. At the end was a three giant target boards spread out next to each other. There was a small table with a pretty normal looking bow and arrow on it.

"Where did you get this archery set from?" You asked picking it up to study the material a bit more closely.

"I bought it from Walmart yesterday when I went snack shopping" Kate answered. Her eyes drifting upward to the ceiling knowing you were giving her a judgmental look.

"You mean to tell me one of your best friends is literally a pro at building weapons, and has access to some of the strongest materials out there. But you choose to buy a cheap archery set at a grocery store instead of coming to me." You knew she wasn't trying to insult your skills or anything, but still you were offended.

"It was on sale and a good set for beginners. I thought it would be perfect for you rather than some of the high tech stuff. You gave me those arrows can do some serious damage y/n. I figured you wouldn't appreciate me using them for training" She explained.

When she putted broke it down like that. You couldn't argue with her decision anymore. "Alright come show me how to do this." You caved picking up the bow, and doing your best to notch one of the arrows. Your hands fiddled with the bowstring trying to place the arrow in there perfectly. When another hand covered your own and began guiding your movements. Kate rested her other hand on your waist for the time being. You could her body pressing into yours slightly from behind, but it was until your head turned to the side. And found her face just a few an inches away that you let out a shaky breath forgetting the words on the tip of your tongue.

"Hey pay attention or you'll never get this down" She chided softly nudging her chin forward.

"Oh yeah right so I just-" Your voice trailed off as you let Kate take over and guide you in putting the arrow in place. Then her other hand left your rest and came to rest on the your other hand. With her help you were able to notch the arrow, pull it back without it falling out, and released it. In the past whenever you tried to shoot an arrow it wouldn't go far before hitting the ground. This time the arrow sailed across the gym and struck one of the wooden targets. It didn't hit the bullseye but at least it made it.

Kate took a step back missing the disappointed look on your face since you were still facing away from her. "There we go let's just do that a few more times then we'll work on your aim."

For the next two hours Kate taught you basics of shooting arrows. Until you could notch the arrow and shoot it successfully without her help. After that she moved on to helping you learn how to aim better but only got ten minutes in. Before Yelena came barging into the gym in her Widow suit, and a bag slung across her shoulder.

"Bishop change of plans we need to move out in ten minutes. Go get ready and meet me at the quinjet." The blonde announced throwing a quick wave at you, and then she was gone again.

You managed to wave at her too not bothered at all by the lack of acknowledgment. Yelena was always like that when it came time for an important mission.

Kate let out a frustrated groan at having her time with you cut short. What could possibly be going on that it required them to leave almost five hours early.

You placed the bow and arrow back on the table and turned to Kate with a cheerful smile. "Its okay Katie we can pick this up when you get back."

"I know but its just I'm going to be gone so long you know" she replied walking closer to you.

"The next three days will come and go before you know it. Trust me I'm not going to replace you before then I don't think I could ever replace you."

Kate beamed at those words and without realizing it she leaned forward to press a lips to yours for just a few quick seconds. Your body froze and there was no response from you at all, but it was so fast that it didn't matter. She pulled away with a grin "that's really nice to hear y/n. I gotta go before Yelena decides she needs to hunt me down. I'll see you in three days" with those words Kate took off out of the gym. Leaving you there rooted in the that spot shock written all over your face.

It wasn't until Kate was seated in the quinjet next to Yelena buckling herself in. She realized just exactly what she did, and her eyes widened as soon as the realizations hit her.

"OH CRAP"

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[just-my-type-x]

I’m not sure if you take requests but if you do, could you maybe write a fic with Colby based off of the song Love Me Like A Friend by Fly By Midnight or DNA [demo] by LANY?

You're fucking with my head - Colby Brock Imagine

angst; based on the song love me like a friend

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"There you go, Colbs. I edited the part of the video you wanted me to. Why couldn't you do it tho?"

"I'm sorry i got you double work this week, y/n, but i got busy and couldn't keep up with my videos.", Colby takes his laptop from my hands and sits on the couch, turning it on to look at the results of my editing.

"I saw you were pretty much all over the place. You barely hung out with me", i sit next to him and grab my white claw with me. "Don't forget about me while you're out living your life, please", i laugh, a bitter sweet taste in my mouth after those words. Colby hasn't been the same in a long time now. Ever since getting a huge LA entourage he's been going out every night almost, spending his nights at random chicks' house and coming home in the morning. At least from what Sam and Kat told me. Colby didn't really pay much attention to me anymore, which hurt like hell since he's been my best friend since they moved to LA. Of course, silly me started developing feelings for this man and the only thing i got in return were friendly hugs and doing him favors that he never returned because i wouldn't ask him anything. The only thing i wanted from him was impossible for him to offer.

"Thank you for letting me crash at your place these days and I'm sorry i got at your place so late the other night. The party went on for a longer time than... expected" he smirks while opening folders on the laptop, not taking his eyes away to look at me while he speaks. I know what he means and i just make a disgusted face, knowing he doesn't see me.

"It's ok. You just scared me to death" i fake chuckle, hiding my disappointment away. "Colby?"

"Hm", eyes still glued to the screen

"Do you think it's ok for you to go to so many parties and lose so many hours of sleep? In a few days you're leaving to film for the channel again and it's exhausting you", i put my white claw can on the coffee table in front of the couch. I put my hand on his wrist so his attention could go to me for the first time in minutes.

"Yeah, yeah, y/n don't worry. I know you're trying to be a good friend and i really appreciate the care you're taking for me, but I'm ok.", he gives me a small smile. "I forgot to even hug you this morning and also for the editing.", he embraces me and i accept him, holding him tightly. I exhale loudly and adjust my head better at his chest, inhaling his parfume. We both pull away and stop looking in each other's eyes. I shake my head.

"You're such an asshole", i get up from the couch and head to the kitchen. I hear him following close behind.

"What the fuck?"

"Colby, i feel so used, you have no idea.", i lean against the kitchen counter on my arms, my head dropping because of disappointment. "You really just show up at my house after several days of ignoring me because you decided hooking up is more important than your own friend, which by the way, i hate that i am only that. You make me edit your videos for you because, again, going out is on top of the list and ask me for favors all the time. That's all of our friendship? Only me helping you out when you're dried out of energy and sleep till noon and you're hungover like shit? I kept making coffees these days more than i make in a whole month! ", i throw my hands around and i approach him, mad

"I'm sorry, what? Am i that big of a deal to you that i make you mad because i party and don't waste my youth just like you do?", he turns his back to me, then turns around again. "Did you just say you hate it that you're just my friend?"

"I'm not wasting my youth, Colby... At least i don't feel like i do. Partying and fucking around doesn't mean you appreciate your youth as much as you can. You also run away from responsabilities.", i walk away from him, too mad to face him and determined to ignore his last question. Colby grabs my wrist and turns me around, coming too close to him that i would've wanted. Our chests are both raising up and down fast because of the anger we are feeling. Also, fron my point of you, it's also the position we find ourselves into.

"What do you mean by that, y/n? Tell me right now because i feel like I'm going crazy with you.", Colby demands and he's voice cracks. I look at his face expression and he's very serious, a frown across his face and very determined to receive an answer.

"I hate it that you only see me as a friend. A lame friend i might add after what you just told me. You treat me like a nerd and silly girl whenever you're with me.",i take my hand out of his. "And morning after, i find out you had sex with a random girl like you have no problem with hoeing around and you're fucking with my head. Why don't you see me like you see them? What's wrong with me?", at this point i yell at him and shake my head, not believing this conversation is really held by us.

We stay kn silence a few seconds, our heavy breaths being the only sound in the house. With no warning, Colby cups my face and starts kissing me, hungrily, like i was going to disappear. I grab him by the wrists and continue kissing him. He slips his tongue inside my mouth and i moan when i feel it touching mine. His hands get in my hair and my hands hold him by the back of the neck. He bites my lip and smirks. I kiss him, but push him gently away from me.

"You're not doing this to me, Colby. I'm not your one night stand and i definitely will not give into something more than kissing you right now", i get away from him and he follows right behind me again

"I know, this is why i want you. I've always wanted you. And there's no way i find you silly or nerdy, i really don't and I'm sorry it felt like i used you so far. I never meant it.", he hurries in front of me so i don't walk anymore. "You're fucking with my head too, because you've never looked interested in me and i thought i should never try anything with you. I kept on finding ways to get you out of my heaf but fucking hell... You are everywhere.", he arranges his hair, exhausted

"What? Do you really expect me to believe you?", i cross my arms at my chest

"No, but I'm trying to make you believe me. Please, believe me, ok? I've talked to Sam numerous times about you, how i thought you really can't stand me, and as toxic as it sounds, i wanted you more."

"Colby, i am your best friend. How couldn't i stand you?"

"Because of all the hooking up and sleeping around, i know now that you couldn't stand these things and i was right. I messed up sk badly and I'm sorry. Please let me make it up to you.", he looks defeated at me. Both on the verge of crying, I grab his waist and push him on my body. I put one hand on his face and hold it close to mine.

"I fucking hate the way you make me feel around you", i run my thumb over his bottom lip. "But i hate being your friend more.", i crush my lips on his and he grabs my body tighter, his fingers dug in my skin. I gasp at the feeling and we both smirk. I slip my tongue in his mouth and he moans, one of his hands grabbing my ass.

"you fucked me up so well, y/n", Colby says as he travels down my neck with his lips. "I'm sorry for not confessing sooner", he holds my chin between his index and thumb as he studies my face.

"At least you did." i peck his lips one more time and motion him to the couch. "The edit. I need to know how much i charge you"

[maizumis]

— HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION TO YOU FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM

ft. bokuto koutarou, rintaro suna, iwaizumi hajime, sawamura daichi, tsukkishima kei

note: female reader❗ first post!! enjoy babies<33

❦ BOKUTO you were actually tutoring him with akaashi, an hour in, and akaashi had a family emergency so now it was just you and him. "so you're telling me I can solve an equation with a letter in it? damn that's so crazy!", "We actually saw this the past year, that's why we are tutoring you, so you don't fail", "no need to be so harsh" he tells you while his hair deflates, so you replied with a lazy smile on your face "sorry bo, why don't you solve the equations while I see how you make them?", "yeah! that sounds good!", he practically yells at you with the happiest smile on his face as if he wasn't studying for a subject he was failing. third equation and you were finding comfort on koutaro's neck, so much comfort that you end up falling asleep on him. "hey, how am I doing? you didn't tell m- oh you're sleeping, I should call akaashi to ask him what to do" he tried to look for his phone in the quietest way so you wouldn't wake up, and once he finds it, he called his friend, "akaaaaashii", "bokuto-san, why are you whispering?", "she just fell asleep on me and I don't know what to do", he tells akaashi with a little desperation on his voice, "oh, okay, carefully put her on your bed and please make some snacks or tea for the girl when she wakes up", after a little more of small talk, he hangs up the phone and brings you to bed in the gentlest way he can, quietly making his way to the kitchen to make some tea for you.

❦ SUNA lazy afternoons were actually something pretty common with suna, today after school you two went to his house and now you're lying on top of his naked chest, one of your hands on it while the other one is brushing his brown looks, at the same time, suna has his arm wrapped securely around your waist, watching some shitty movies on his laptop. "listen pretty thing, if you fall asleep first you're gonna have to make me dinner", "as if I would fall asleep right now sunarin... we both now I'm gonna make dinner anyways, you should really ask 'samu for some help in the kitchen", "don't you dare bring up another mans name while your literally on top of me". forty-five minutes into the movie and he started feeling something wet on his upper body, "baby the movie isn't even that sa– oh, you're drooling", he chuckled to himself, carefully cuddling you the rest of the movie, thinking how lucky he is for having you, and once the film is ending, he decided he would make dinner this time around; "Rin, are you in here?"', "in the kitchen, doll", he tells you a little loud so you could hear him, "I'm sorry I fell asleep", you yawn while wrapping your arms around his torso, "don't be, look at me now I'm making dinner but, this" he gestures to himself "is husband material, you shouldn't waste it", and damn he is right, who on his right state of mind would let him go?

❦ IWAIZUMI his unconditional love for you was noticed for everyone, except you, of course. as his and the other boys childhood friends, you were always invited to hangouts, except the ones that were just for "the boys" as they claimed. today's reunion was at issei's house, tooru and you begged for a Disney movie night, makki was saying that it was for children just so his friends couldn't see the excitement in his eye that wasn't unnoticed to your eyes. making your way to the couch, hajime signed for you to come to sit on his lap for the rest of the movie night, a thing you kindly accepted. "single lives matter, you know", issei says with a fake pout, "just shut up and let me enjoy, caterpillar brows" you told him while iwaizumi's arm tightens around your waist. your favorite part of the movie was coming so tooru said with an excited tone, "look cutie-chan, Megara is about to sing with the muses!... cutie-chan? you're ignoring me?", Hajime looked at you because tooru was right, that was indeed your favorite part of the movie, only to find you crushed on his neck slightly snoring; "shut up shittykawa, she's tired, let her sleep", he whispered, wishing his teammates didn't see the blush on his cheeks, "you know iwa, your cheeks are kinda matching my hair right now", makki told him trying to hide his laugh, "what happened iwa-chan? cat got your tongue?", tooru's remark was what send him over the edge, so he replied with "I will not hesitate to throw a ball to all of you next practice", he thought he could handle the teasing if that means you would be by his side like this more often.

❦ DAICHI you were exhausted from today's activities, not only you were on your basketball school team but exams were just around the corner so you were studying a lot and sleeping less these past days, exhausted would be the least you could call it. happy thing, today is friday and that means sleepover with your boyfriend, daichi; you were already waiting for him at the gate of the gym by the end of practice. "baby, you're okay? something seems off", he told you with a worried look on his face, "all cool, I'm just happy we have some time to spend together after this week" you told him with a quick kiss in the corner of his lip, making his cheeks a little pinkish. after you two arrived to your house, he went to the kitchen to make some snacks and you went to the living room to choose a movie; "Barbie and the diamond castle? again?", "yes, again daichi, deal with it, thank you for the snacks tho bub" literally fifteen minutes into the movie and you were already drooling on his bicep, he noticed and moved your head to his lap "you're lucky I love you, I don't watch Barbie movie's for everyone, sleep well, you deserve it love" a few more minutes and his head was hanging out of the couch snoring just a little, he went to sleep happy with the feeling of being beside you, can't wait for the future, he thinks before dozing off.

❦ TSUKKISHIMA your really tall and pretty boyfriend made his way inside the school, mentally hoping to see you, what he doesn't expect is not even a single tray of you in your classroom, a thing that leaves him to ask yachi where are you, "umh yachi, do you know where is she?" he asked with an unbothered expression, slowly dying on the inside, "she? OH, yes, she told me she is with a high fever so she could make it today, would you give to her my notes please?" she asked, a little intimidated by the tall boy, "yeah sure, tell daichi and ukai that I'm not going to practice today" after yachi giving him the okay he left, a little more relieved but still worried. the school day is over and after his younger manager lend him the notes you needed, he started making his way to your house, greeting your mother once he is in, going directly to your room where he doesn't even greet you, "why you didn't tell me you were sick? I could have skip class and take care of you", he tells you, annoyed but still caring, "I didn't tell you beacuse of that exact reason Kei, now come inside the bed and cuddle me" tsukkishima got inside the bed hesitating a little bit but once he found comfort on your warm, he was gone, "you know, you worried me, I couldn't stop thinking about you all day and you were here with a high fever and I could do nothing, i— you know is rude not to answer when someone is talking to you?", actually you were dead asleep the moment he touched the bed, his warm and company was all you needed and craved for the entire day; sighing he whispers to you, before going to sleep "I love you, please don't worry me again like that, short stuff"

[helloalycia]

a bitch [two] // leigh shaw

summary: when you finally decide to confront leigh about the incident, things don't go to plan.

warning/s: cheating, arguing, confrontation

author's note: here’s part two! hope you like it :)

part one | masterlist | wattpad

I refused to paint Leigh in the worst light, even if I'd seen her that way. She ended up staying the night at mine to pass out without being around her sister with her hangover, and I tried not to mind. I was patient for the rest of the evening and the following morning, trying not to assume the worst. But it was hard to do that when she continued to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

My paranoia get the better of me, as whenever she got a text or slipped out for a phone call, all I could see was her and Abby making out at the party. Why hadn't she told me what happened if it wasn't what it seemed? The only explanation could be that she didn't want me to know, which meant she was hiding it, which meant she was cheating on me. Just like Alex.

It was later that following day after the party when I was sat on the dining table doing some work on my laptop and she was sat on the couch. Her phone vibrated, followed by a tone, signalling she got a text, and I tried not to writhe with discomfort in my seat. She scoffed before tossing her phone to the other end of the couch.

"What is it?" I asked, trying not to seem too interested, even though my heart was bruising.

"Nothing," she mumbled, eyes fixated on the telly.

I gave her all of my attention now, curious. "Go on, what is it? It's clearly not nothing."

She tilted her head to look at me. Sighing, she said like it was no big deal, "Drew wants me to work on a piece, but with somebody else. And you know I'm not a fan of collaborative writing."

Forcing a smile, I hummed in acknowledgement. "Who is it? The person he wants you to work with?"

Looking back to the TV casually, she shrugged. "Abby."

Just the mere mention of that girl's name in Leigh's mouth left a bitter taste in mine. And the longer I watched Leigh staring at the TV without a care in the world, oblivious to the fact that my heart was breaking because of her, the more I wanted to burst. And I eventually did.

"I know you're cheating on me," I blurted, making her look to me with a baffled expression.

"What?"

Deciding to roll with it, I closed my laptop and met her confused stare. "Don't try to hide it, Leigh, I know. I saw you last night. At the party." She continued to play dumb, so I added with distaste, "You were kissing Abby."

Leigh opened her mouth, half-gasping and half entertained as if I was suggesting the most ridiculous thing. "You're kidding, right? That's– that's what you think of me?"

I stood up quickly, glaring at her through glassy eyes. "Don't act coy. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I tried to wait for you to explain yourself just in case I misinterpreted, but you continued to hide it. No doubt hiding every other moment you spend with her, too, right?"

Leigh's confusion was quickly replaced with anger, as she stood up from her place on the couch and walked towards me, pointing a finger my way.

"How dare you jump to conclusions like that!"

"It's not jumping!" I shouted, unable to stop my emotions getting the better of me. "It's facts!" Smiling bitterly, I shook my head, vision blurry with unshed tears. "I always had my suspicions that she liked you, but I never thought it could be the other way, too..."

Leigh's glare was fiery. She clenched her fists by her side as she studied my expression, attempting to find an explanation for this accusation. And the fact that she was still playing dumb pissed me off.

"God, everybody told me that you could be like this," I muttered between gritted teeth. "You flip-flop between emotions. The constant mood swings, an explosion that everyone gets caught up in."

She crossed her arms, shrugging sarcastically. "Don't hold back or anything. Say what you really mean."

I clenched my jaw and stared at her, tears finally flowing. How could this be the same person I was in love with?

"I shouldn't have expected any different when it came to your partners," I finished with a hurt voice.

Her eyes narrowed as my words settled in. "Fuck you."

"Well, you won't be, will you? You're too busy fucking Abby!"

"You're not even giving me chance to explain!" she shouted with irritation.

"Explain what?! How you kept this from me? How you had all day to explain and you just didn't?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "You know, sometimes you can be such a..." I searched for the right word before my frustration landed on only one. "Such a bitch."

She pressed her trembling lips together as she glowered at me through teary eyes. It stung, knowing I was the reason she was upset. But she cheated on me. I had every right to be.

"Fuck off," she said harshly, before turning to grab her phone and jacket.

Slipping on her shoes, she stuck a middle finger in the air before leaving my house. I glared at the space where she was stood, heart pounding in my ears and chest tightening with discomfort. She deserved it. She did exactly what Alex did.

But this hurt so much more.

—

I woke up late the next morning since I didn't have work and I was too devastated to do anything but stay in bed. Last night was difficult, just like the night before, and when I finally found myself falling asleep, all I dreamt of was Leigh.

Even though I didn't want to, I felt a guilt thrumming in my chest when my words came back to mind. I shouldn't have reacted so badly... and I definitely shouldn't have called her a bitch. My anger just took over, pushing away my love for her, and attacked her without question. But God, it still hurt. Just thinking about her with someone else reminded me of Alex and the voice message and–

Staying in bed sounded like the best option. But of course, the world had other plans.

My phone dinged, signalling I had a text, and I reluctantly reached over to my bedside table to pull it off charge. Through sleep-filled eyes, I tried to make out the name on the screen.

           Leigh ♥️

Suddenly awake, I swiped to open the message and felt my heart drop as I read it.

          Leigh ♥️: Fuck you.

Attached was a video, and as much as I wanted to get pissed at her text, I was curious to know what she'd sent. Playing it, I soon realised it was CCTV footage from her workplace, outside the toilets. At first, I squeezed my phone, thinking she'd sent it to rub it in my face. But then as I continued to watch, I saw the moments I missed last night.

Leigh walked out the toilet and Abby pulled her to the side, attempting to talk to her about something. There was no sound to the clip, but it was clear that Leigh was trying to back away and go elsewhere. They talked, Leigh using that smile she used when she was trying to be polite, before Abby suddenly pushed herself on her, kissing her. I pulled a face at the sight, reliving it all over again, but then Leigh shoved her away with anger.

Again, there was no sound, but I recognised that familiar Leigh wrath she subjected people to when they pissed her off. Hands were waving around as she seemed to be shouting in Abby's face, her face set into a permanent scowl as she did. Then she turned and stormed away, and the video ended.

Lowering my phone, I stared at the ceiling with a lump in my throat. She hadn't cheated, I'd just walked in on the wrong moment. Every horrible thing I'd said to her... completely uncalled for. No wonder she was angry and upset when I'd accused her – she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Fuck!" I shouted to nothing, before throwing my phone to the end of the bed with annoyance.

How the hell was I to make this right?

—

I spent the remainder of the morning trying to think of what I could do. Leigh wouldn't want to speak to me, understandably, but I had to try. It would be a terrible apology, but I couldn't just leave it. I loved her and I could only hope she'd still love me, even after every nasty thing I spat her way.

Knowing she'd be at work, I gave her boss and best friend, Drew, a call. Hopefully she hadn't told him everything I'd done otherwise he was definitely going to ignore me.

After a few rings, he finally answered and I couldn't stop my fingers from drumming against my thigh nervously.

"Y/N, thank God you rang! I was just about to call you," he said before I could build up the courage to speak.

I furrowed my brows. "You were?"

"You should come pick up your girlfriend," he said, and I figured he didn't know. "I don't know what her problem is and, don't get me wrong, I love Leigh, but I can't condone violence at the workplace."

My eyes widened so much I was surprised they didn't fall out my head. "What?!"

With a mixture of amazement and disappointment, he answered, "She punched a colleague of hers, Abby, in the face. It was so out of the blue – a solid punch to the jaw. Broke her knuckles, I think."

Jaw dropping, I forgot how to speak.

"She's at the hospital," he continued. "Thankfully, Abby isn't pressing charges – no idea why not, not that I want Leigh to get arrested obviously – but damn, there's a lot of paperwork to do and–"

"Drew!" I cut him off, worrying myself with thoughts of Leigh at the hospital by herself. "Text me the address. I'm on my way."

The drive to the hospital was agonisingly long, but I reached it quite quickly. I did attempt to call Leigh, unable to stop myself from checking if she was okay, but she didn't answer. This did nothing to ease my concern.

After making my way through the hospital, I finally arrived at Leigh's room. I let myself in, seeing her sat on a hospital bed with an ice pack covering her hand, balanced on a table. At the sight of me, she rolled her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she muttered lowly, refusing to meet my gaze.

I stepped inside hesitantly, my guilt returning as I remembered everything I accused her off. "Drew told me what happened."

She clenched her jaw. "Well, I'm not a baby. I'm fine on my own."

Ignoring her rightful annoyance, I sighed quietly. "Really, Leigh? You punched her?"

As if realising how silly it sounded when I said it aloud, she looked the other way and stayed quiet. Her jaw was still clenched as she contained her anger.

"What's the damage?" I asked, hoping my concern wouldn't piss her off. As always, I was wrong.

"None of your damn business," she snapped, still not looking my way.

I frowned, approaching her bedside, but she still refused to look my way. "Leigh, I want to apologise, I do, but I need to make sure you're okay first."

She rolled her eyes before finally looking to me and glaring powerfully. If I hadn't experienced being in a fight with Leigh before, I would have definitely tucked tail and ran. But I'd known her long enough to know that the mask of anger she wore right now was only a cover for the hurt she felt. The hurt I'd caused her. 

"You don't need to do anything," she retorted, before nodding to the door. "You can go."

My heart pounded with guilt. "Leigh, please.”

"Sorry, I don't mean to be a bitch or anything," she cut me off bitterly, before looking away and frowning to herself.

The words I'd said to her in a moment of fury returned to mind and I'd never hated myself more than in that moment.

"You know, since Matt died, almost everyone I know called me a bitch," she revealed quietly, voice filled with pain rather than hostility. "Even my family. Especially my family. But you... you never called it me, Y/N. Not once. Not even when I deserved it."

The silence that followed her words was deafening. Why the hell did I have to call her that? Why?

Before I could even think of how to respond, the door to her room opened and in walked a doctor, holding what looked like print-outs of x-ray scans.

"Oh," he said with mild confusion as he spotted me by Leigh's bedside. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Leigh's doctor. Doctor Syed. And you are?"

"Her girlfriend," I replied, just as she also replied, "My ex."

I gave her a stern look, accepting if she wanted to break up, but definitely not leaving her here alone.

"I'd like to stay if that's okay," I told Doctor Syed, sensing his confusion as he looked between Leigh and I, attempting to make out whatever was happening.

To my surprise, Leigh didn't argue, even when the doctor looked her way to see if she had a problem. She simply rolled her eyes, scoffed quietly, and said nothing.

Taking this as a response, Doctor Syed proceeded to explain about Leigh's injury, particularly the broken bones in her knuckle. Apparently she'd punched Abby with so much force that she'd literally broken the bone with a crack. The x-ray proved just that and gave the doctor a perfect sight of where he could fix it, thankfully, without surgery.

I waited with an unusually quiet Leigh as he put a splint and cast on her hand there and then. He then spoke about recovery times and how she was to look after herself. After writing up a prescription for pain meds and handing it to her, he quirked a brow questioningly.

"Is that all okay, Miss Shaw?" he asked.

Leigh was too busy brooding to listen, so I smiled at the doctor instead.

"I'll make sure she does that," I answered for her. "Thank you, doctor."

He nodded and returned the smile before wishing us luck and leaving. I looked to Leigh, who was quick to get up and grab her jacket, being careful with her hand. The two of us said nothing as we left the room and hospital, making our way out onto the street. Before I could ask how she was getting home, she began to walk away from me.

I groaned inwardly before following after her, stopping her from going any further. She glared across from me.

"What?" she said through gritted teeth.

"I can give you a ride home," I offered. "I parked down the street."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine walking."

I gave her a knowing look. "Leigh, you just broke your hand."

Realising my point, she sighed. "Fine. I'll call literally anyone but you for a ride."

Okay, I deserved that, but it still stung.

"Fine," I said, before waiting with her as she made the call.

She took a seat on the bench to the side of the road, waiting for a taxi, and I joined her, making her scoff.

"Just to make sure you get home safe," I said, when she gave me an incredulous look.

"Whatever," she mumbled, before watching the road for her taxi.

When it finally arrived, she didn't even spare me a glance before getting in and leaving. I sighed with regret, glad she was okay but realising I still hadn't had the chance to apologise to her. I was still yet to make this right.

—

It was the next day when I'd deemed it enough time to have given her space whilst also deciding I had to tell her how sorry I was before it was too late.

Building the courage to approach her front door was one thing, but knocking was another. I'm pretty sure I stared at the wood for ages before actually lifting my hand to knock. And even then, my heart was still pounding nervously in my chest.

After a moment, the door opened and revealed Leigh. But as soon as she recognised me, she made a move to close it.

"Leigh, please, wait–!" I tried, and put my foot in the doorway so she couldn't close it.

"I have nothing to say to you!" she exclaimed with irritation, glaring at me when she noticed my foot in the way. "Move it, Y/N."

"You don't have to say anything," I said with a frown and apologetic eyes. "Just hear me out. Please."

She pressed her lips together firmly, disguising her hurt with frustration. But when her eyes met mine, the pain was there and I felt guilty all over again, knowing I'd made her out to be the worst.

"I never should have said what I did," I started quickly, not wanting to lose my chance. "And I definitely shouldn't have called you a–" I winced, hating the word more than ever. "A bitch. I know you get angry when you're upset and that should've been my first indicator to knowing something wasn't right. I should've heard you out."

"But you didn't," she cut me off with a terrifyingly calm voice. "You jumped to conclusions instead. When I've never given you any reason to doubt me."

I licked my lips and looked down shamefully. She was right. "I know."

"Do you?" she asked rhetorically, a hint of resentment in her voice. "Because you jumped on me so fast that I didn't even see it coming."

Risking looking up, I saw the defensive stance she took, arms crossed judgementally and jaw tensed with annoyance.

"For the record," she added, expression softening a little, "I didn't tell you about the kiss because it meant nothing and I didn't want to upset you for no reason."

I swallowed the rising lump in my throat, the guilt thickening and squeezing the life out of me.

"I can't believe you'd think I would do something like that to you," she admitted with a heartbreaking voice, uncrossing her arms. "I love you, Y/N. I'd never hurt you like that. Never."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I pinched the bridge of my nose, memories of Alex flooding to the surface. "I know, Leigh, I know. I do."

She sighed before me. "Then why?"

Releasing my nose, I opened my eyes and was surprised at the blurriness, tears having formed. I was losing the woman I love because of my stupidity and I couldn't. I couldn't lose her. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt.

"Do you remember my last girlfriend?" I asked reluctantly, before clearing my throat. "Alex?"

Her brows creased together with confusion. "Yes. What about her?"

Letting out an embarrassed sigh, I avoided Leigh's gaze. "We broke up because she cheated on me. With... with someone from work."

When Leigh didn't say anything, I looked up and saw her shocked expression.

"What?" she asked with disbelief. "You said it was a mutual breakup."

I pinched the skin inside my palm to feel something other than hurt and awkwardness. "I– it was easier to say that than admit the truth because the truth was– is embarrassing." Unable to hold her gaze for much longer, I focused on the door next to her. "You were going through a lot at the time, Leigh. The last thing you needed was to deal with my bullshit, too."

She frowned, trying to meet my eyes, but I was too ashamed to look her way. "You should've told me, Y/N."

I shook my head slowly. "I shouldn't have. Just like I shouldn't have assumed you'd be like her. I just– I got horribly insecure and I know that you're not her. You're nothing like her. And I shouldn't have treated you like the villain."

"No...," she began, still adjusting to my words. "No, that makes so much sense." Her good hand rested on my cheek as she forced me to look her way. "I'm so sorry that happened."

I pulled back, her hand dropping to her side, and wiped away a stray tear. I'd never meant to earn her pity – I'd done something wrong. This wasn't me earning sympathy, I just wanted her to know the truth.

"I don't want you to apologise," I told her. "I just want you to understand that I'm sorry. So sorry, Leigh. I hate that I– I ruined something good, something amazing. I never meant for this to happen," I motioned to her hand, "and I don't want you to think of me like– like– like this. Like–"

She moved forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. "I don't. I really don't."

I closed my eyes and stuffed my head into her neck, holding her tightly. She stroked the back of my hair soothingly and pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

"I forgive you," she murmured, and just like that, relief spread through me. "I'm so sorry about what happened to you. I promise I'd never to that to you. Never in a million years."

I pulled apart, wiping my tears away sheepishly whilst nodding. "I know you wouldn't, Leigh. I'm sorry for even thinking that you would."

She cupped my cheek, using her thumb to swipe away a tear. Green eyes met mine, sparkling with unshed tears that made me feel guilty because I'd never wanted to make her cry.

"I know you are," she said gently, before offering me a small smile. "Come inside, yeah? You can make it up to me by watching movies with me."

I let out a small laugh and she smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips before holding out her hand. I rested mine in hers and let her lead me inside, hand tingling where her skin touched mine.

Leigh Shaw was anything but a bitch. She was the most caring, considerate person I'd ever met, and when she flashed me a reassuring smile as we headed to the couch, I knew one thing.

I was lucky to have her.

[skzvibes]

It's not like you're in love

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: intense make out, mentions of nudity, mentions of sex (not explicit smut tho)

word count: 4,6K

a/n: sorry if you find mistakes or typos, English is not my first language so this won't be perfect <3

You met him because you started working on JYP as a staff.

You were almost always working with Stray Kids, so you got close to them and, after a few weeks, you were already friends.

But with Chan was different than with the rest of the members

You have always looked at each other in a different way

And even if you said that you were just best friends, even the members knew that you were just avoiding your feelings

"Are you still here? I need you in my studio." That was the text Chan had just sent you. Yes, you were still in the JYP building where you worked, and even if you were about to leave to go home, you immediately headed to his studio. You adored those moments when you two were alone because he wanted your opinion about his new song or maybe just some company while he was working. You had a special friendship with him even if you had not known each other for that long, and you did not expect that at all when you started working in JYP as a staff member.

When you got there, you knocked at the door, and you heard him saying that it was open. You smiled right when you entered the room. It was kind of cold and dark. The only light was from the computer screen, which let you see his silhouette. You got closer to him and sat in the chair next to his, knowing that he was probably finishing something and he would look at you in a few seconds. And that is what happened. He typed something, and then he took off his headphones to look at you. He smiled and hugged you quickly before handing you the headphones.

"Thank you for coming. Did I stop you from going home?" He asked, looking worried.

"Yes, but you know I don't mind," you smiled and put on the headphones. Chan smiled and played the track he wanted you to listen to. You had the same conversation every day he asked you to go to his studio, but he still felt guilty.

Chan observed you while you listened to the song. The first time he asked for your opinion, you were so serious while listening to the song that he thought you didn't like it, but now he knows that it's just because you want to listen to it carefully so you can say something more than "I like it", and, to him, it's the cutest thing ever.

When it finished, you took off the headphones and stayed quiet for a few seconds before talking.

"I think it's good, but... Don't be mad, but it sounds kinda similar to the last one." You said, and looked up to him, hoping that he wasn't angry at you. You knew he wanted your sincere opinion, but sometimes it scared you that he could get angry or hurt. But he sighed and nodded, resting his back on the chair backrest.

"That's what I thought," he said, staring at his computer. You felt bad for not being able to help him out.

"Maybe you could ask Jisung or Changbin for help. They're way better than me at producing songs, and I'm sure they can give you a better opinion." He looked at you as you continued. "Honestly, I don't know why you ask for my opinion." You laughed, making him laugh too.

"I don't know, it helps to have different points of view, you know?" He said, and you thought that was all but he continued. "And I like spending time with you, so it's kind of an excuse." He added smiling and observed how your cheeks turned pink.

"Me too." You said softly, and after that, you both stayed quiet, the only sound in the room was the buzzing of his laptop, and your eyes locked.

And then he leaned in, slowly. As he got closer, you could smell his cologne, and your heart started to beat faster, not knowing what his next move would be. And when all you could see was him, you stopped feeling your body, you couldn't hear the buzzing of the laptop, and the room didn't feel cold anymore, but warm.

And he kissed you.

His plump lips brushed yours softly and carefully, making you close your eyes. He tasted like mint. At first, your noses touched but then he tilted his head so he would be able to kiss you more confortably. But as he did that, he noticed what he was doing and stopped the kiss. You opened your eyes and took a deep breath. Your eyes connected.

"I'm sorry, are you sure you-" He started, and you answered by kissing him more. You placed your hands on his shoulders and made him rest his back on the chair again, at the same time that you stood up to sit on his lap. You started running your fingers through his hair, and he held the back of your neck to keep you close with one hand while he placed the other one on your thigh.

Your heart was about to explode, and you felt dizzy as you tried to process what was happening. But you just couldn't. All you could feel and think about was him. At one certain moment, his lips were around your bottom lip, and he bit it, taking you by surprise and making you let out a little moan. Then, you two needed to breathe, so you pulled away.

"We can stop if you-" He started again, and you rolled your eyes, placing your hand against his mouth.

"Can you please stop acting as if I don't want this as much as you do?" You whispered, and you felt his smile grow against your hand. Then you placed it in his shoulder again and leaned closer to him. "Because I do." His pupils dilated, and he connected your lips. His hands started rubbing your back and went further down to the end of your t-shirt.

"Take it off." You mumbled softly against his lips, knowing that it would lead to much more that night.

Two weeks later...

"Chan, we should get dressed." You whispered against his chest. It's not that you wanted to do it, but you were in his studio and it wasn't exactly private.

"Five minutes more, I promise." He said, and he kept drawing figures with his fingers in your naked back. You nodded and closed your eyes. You've never felt so relaxed and at peace in your whole life.

It had been two weeks since you and Chan started... whatever it was. And it was great, but you hadn't even talked about it, and you didn't know how to bring it up. Because you appreciated him so much and you didn't know how to tell him that you had fallen in love with him without ruining your friendship. Maybe, if you had noticed that you were in love with him earlier, you wouldn't have started this "friends with benefits" thing. But now you just couldn't help it. You liked him so much that you didn't want to lose what you had.

After a few minutes, you got up from his lap, making him groan.

"It's been like two minutes, not five." He whined. You let out a little laugh and hurried in getting dressed because it was cold without him hugging you.

"Chan, someone could show up here at any moment, and I don't want any of the boys to find out about us like that." He sighed but, knowing that you were right, he stood up too and started putting his clothes on. "Are you going to the dorms now?" You asked him.

"No, I think I'm gonna stay for a while. I got a bit distracted by you the last hour." He joked.

"And you dare to say that it's my fault. I will not come the next day you text me." You teased him. He smirked and got closer to hug you.

"We'll see." You locked eyes for a few seconds. You wanted to say it. I love you.

But you didn't.

"Goodnight, don't leave too late. You need to sleep too, superhero." You kissed his cheek and turned around to leave, but he held your wrist.

"What kind of goodnight kiss is that?" You laughed and pecked his lips. When you pulled away, he smiled at you. "That's better."

"You're unbelievable." You walked towards the door. "Goodnight, Chan."

"Night Y/n" he answered, and you closed the door.

When you got home, you took your clothes off and put on your pajamas. After that, you went to the bathroom to remove your makeup, and you saw yourself in the mirror. You were smiling widely, and you hadn't even noticed it. Of course, it was because of Chan. The last two weeks had probably been the best weeks of your life. And you wanted more of that. You wanted to know if he felt the same way you did when you were together. That's why you decided to talk with Chan the next day.

"Come on, you can do it." You encouraged yourself. You had been in front of the practice room's door for about ten minutes. You could hear them practicing inside. It's not that hard, just open it.

And you did it, making everyone in the room look at you. Chan smiled instantly, and the others were surprised but happy to see you too.

"Hey Y/n, what are you doing here?" Jisung asked you, and he got closer to you to hug you. Jisung was one of your best friends, even though you haven't been able to spend a lot of time together lately.

"Hi, everyone. I wanted to talk with you, Chan. If you can." You said, looking at him. He nodded and indicated the rest to practice the choreography while he talked to you. You walked to a corner where they wouldn't hear you, and he looked at you, waiting for you to talk.

This wasn't a good idea.

"Well, umm..." You looked down and started playing with your fingers as you got more nervous every second. "You know we've been... spending time together..." He chuckled at your way to call it but he let you continue. You took a deep breath and looked at him in the eyes. "What are we, Chan?" You asked, and his smile faded away as soon as you did it.

No, this definitely wasn't a good idea.

"Why are you asking me that?" He asked, frowning. He looked so confused, and you didn't know how to explain it. You started looking around, avoiding looking at him, wishing you never started that conversation.

"I... I just thought... I don't know, we're not friends but- " You tried to speak, but he interrupted you.

"We aren't?" he asked, and you panicked since he misunderstood you.

"That's not what I meant. I mean... We are friends, but we aren't just friends?" You tried to explain, but you didn't even know what you were saying.

"I swear I don't understand what-" He started, and you decided to go straight to the point.

"God, I like you, ok?" You let out, and his eyes widened. "I like you. And not just as a friend." You finished, and he sighed. He looked at the boys making sure they weren't listening, and then he looked at you again.

"Y/n, I don't know if you misunderstood but... I do like spending time with you but that's it..." You felt how your eyes watered, but you held back your tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you... God." He stopped talking and massaged his temples. "What I mean is... We aren't dating" And you hoped that was all he had to say so you could leave, but it wasn't. "And we won't. We can't have another type of relationship." He added, and you felt as if someone had just stabbed you in your heart. You waited a few seconds to answer because you were afraid that your voice would crack.

"No, I understand. It's fine." You finally said, but when he tried to reach out to you and hold your arm, you took a step back. He looked worried. "Umm... I have to leave now." You said, walking backward. You just wanted to get out of there.

"Y/n..." He tried to stop you from leaving but at that point, the boys were looking at you, confused.

"No, really, you never said you..." You stopped there, you couldn't talk with the boys listening, but you knew he had understood you. "It's okay. We're still friends." He nodded slowly, but he wasn't sure that you meant it.

"Then... We're fine?" he asked you again before you left.

"Yes, sure." You reassured him, and then you walked out of the room as fast as you could, leaving the boys, especially Chan, so confused. He tried to continue practicing, but he just couldn't stop thinking about your watery eyes. He couldn't take your sad expression out of his head. He tried to explain it to you without hurting you. But you said everything was fine, right? Maybe you just needed some time to think. Everything will be the same tomorrow. He said to himself.

Too bad he was wrong.

The next day he didn't see you for the whole day, and since he didn't want you to feel pressured, he didn't text you when he used to do it. But the same happened two days later. The third one he tried to text you, but you left him on read. The fourth one, you replied to his message saying that you had some stuff to do and you couldn't meet him. He started to feel worried. And he missed you a lot. Not only having sex with you but everything. Chan missed spending the evenings with you in his studio, listening to his new songs or recommending music to each other, or talking about weird and deep stuff he couldn't talk about with anyone else.

After one week, he thought that was enough. If you said everything was fine, why were you ignoring him? So he got out of his studio, where he usually spent the whole day, and started walking around. Of course, he had a million things to do, but he couldn't help it anymore. He needed to see you and ask you what was happening.

After about ten minutes of walking around, he spotted you talking with another staff member. As he got closer, he could see the bags under your eyes, as if you hadn't been sleeping well. What had happened to you?

You noticed him when he was a few meters away from you. You knew you would have to face him at some point, but you weren't ready yet. He said that you couldn't have another type of relationship, so what was the point? You couldn't act as if nothing was happening and keep meeting him in his studio. Because if you were already hurt, who knows how would you feel after a month. Or three. Or a year. You couldn't deal with that, and you needed to tell him, but you didn't know how yet. That's why you had been avoiding him. But you should have known he wouldn't let you do it for so long.

"Y/n, can we talk real quick?" Chan said, and Lena, the staff member you were talking with, left thinking that Chan needed something related to work. Shit, don't leave me alone. You thought, but of course, your friend couldn't have an idea of what was happening. When she left, you nodded slightly, and you two walked into one of those "focus rooms" that everyone could use. They were soundproof, so Chan knew you could talk freely in there. He let you in first and, when he was inside too, he closed the door. Then, he turned around to look at you.

"Do you need anything?" you asked, trying to act as if nothing happened. Chan sighed, knowing what you were doing.

"Yes, I need you to buy me an americano, and I think Jisung wanted cheesecake." He said sarcastically, crossing his arms. You tilted your head and sighed.

"Fine, what do you want?" You asked. You tried to act rough, but if he had held your hand, he would have noticed you were trembling.

“What do I- Did I miss something?” He asked, slightly annoyed. He couldn’t understand your behavior. “You’ve been ignoring me for a whole week, I thought you said we were fine,” Chan observed you, trying to figure out what was happening.

“It’s not that I’m ignoring you…” You started, and he raised an eyebrow. “I needed to think, I thought you would understand that I can’t just act as if nothing happened.” You replied. Chan shook his head.

“Then you shouldn’t have said we were fine. You should have talked to me.” He complained and raised his voice without noticing it, but you did. That annoyed you. Why was he mad?

“Sure, after you told me we can’t have another type of relationship. What a great moment to talk with you, Chan.” You said, loudly. You didn’t know at what point that conversation turned into an argument, but you wanted to end it. “Chan, you only want sex. I don’t want to have that type of relationship with you anymore, and, as you said, we can’t have another one. So I don’t think there’s anything to talk about anyway.” You said and shrugged. Chan looked at you as if you were saying nonsense.

Well, for him, it was. He only wanted sex? Absolutely no. Could he be only your friend after everything that happened between you two? Also no. Could he date you? No, it was forbidden. Did he want to? He didn’t know.

“I’m trying to be professional. I work here. I’m a staff member and you’re an artist. That’s it.” You finished the conversation and tried to open the door, but he stopped you by holding your arm.

“That’s it? What about everything that has happened between us?” Chan asked. He couldn’t believe you wanted to go back to the time you weren’t even friends.

“I don’t know, Chan. Find another girl. You’ll forget me soon. It’s not like you’re in love, right?” You smiled slightly, and he looked down without saying anything. Why couldn’t you understand he couldn’t love you? He would risk every single thing he has been fighting for during all his life. He just didn’t know what to say, so he stayed quiet.

And you interpreted it as a no.

“That’s what I thought.” You said, lastly. You moved your arm, and he let it go. He observed how you got out of the room and walked away without looking back.

Of course, he didn’t know it was because you didn’t want him to see you cry.

One week later

"C'mon Y/n..." Jisung complained. He wanted you to hang out with the boys at the dorms, but you didn't want to. Because of obvious reasons. "I know Chan and you aren't on good terms. I don't know what happened between you two..." If you knew... You thought. "... but we're still friends. I don't want to lose you because of this. And maybe you can talk with him too, I know he doesn't want to lose you either. You two are like soulmates." He said, and you sighed. You knew he wouldn't leave you alone until you agreed. But you weren't ready yet. And, talking with him? He said what he wanted, and you didn't want to do it, so that was it. You didn't need to talk.

Jisung noticed that you didn't want to talk with Chan by your facial expressions.

"And if you don't want to, it's not a problem. Lately, he's been in his room the whole day if he's not in the studio. I don't think he goes out." You were still doubtful. But you missed the boys a lot.

"Fine, I'll go." You said, and he clapped, showing you his heart-shaped smile, and hugged you.

"Cool, see you tonight." You nodded, and he walked away since he had practice with the boys.

After all, he was right. You couldn't just stop talking and hanging out with them because of what happened between you and Chan. That's why, that night, you were at the dorms when they told you. Hyunjin opened the door and smiled at you.

"Hi, Y/n! I'm so happy you decided to come." He hugged you quickly and let you in.

"Well, Jisung said there would be pizza." He laughed and, after closing the door, he led you to the living room.

"Y/n! Changbin-hyung wanted to start eating without you." Jeongin said, pointing at him. You laughed when Changbin raised his arms, trying to look innocent. You were so happy to see them that you almost forgot that Chan was just a few meters away, in his room.

Even if he had his headphones, he heard your laugh. Of course, the boys warned him that you were coming over, and even asked him to have dinner with them, but he excused himself, saying that he had a lot of work to do. He wasn't hungry anyway. He never was since you two stopped every type of contact. He did have work to do, but he couldn't do it anyway. He hadn't composed anything in that week either, and it was driving him crazy. One of the main reasons why he wasn't dating you was that he didn't want to get distracted from his work, but his world seemed to be upsidedown since you distracted him, even more, when you weren't with him.

In the living room, you all were having an interesting conversation about if birds had ears or not (Felix's thoughts sometimes amused you) when Seungmin talked.

"Should we bring Chan-hyung some food? He must be starving." He said. Minho nodded.

"I haven't seen him eat today," Minho added, and your eyes widened.

"For the whole day?" You asked, worried.

"It's not that weird. When he has a good idea, he stays in his room or the studio for days. We always bring him food, but he's been rejecting it lately. I don't know how he isn't hungry." Minho explained, and you looked at Jisung.

"You didn't tell me that." You said. It didn't seem that serious when he told you.

"I didn't? Sorry, I thought I did, But yes, he's been acting weird lately." He stated. Then, all of them started to talk about another topic, but you remained thinking. You weren't sure if he was like that because, as they said, he was working on something good... Or because of you. You didn't want to think like that, but you couldn't help feeling guilty, even if you didn't know if it was your fault.

That's why, a few minutes later, you took a plate and put in it one slice of pizza. Then you stood up, and everyone looked at you.

"Where are you going?" Jisung asked, even if he knew what you were about to do. Of course, he would have brought food to his hyung, but he hoped that you would do it. He wanted you two to talk.

"I'm gonna bring Chan some food... It's worrying me that he hasn't eaten today." You said and walked away toward his bedroom.

When you got there, you opened the door and saw him with his headphones on, the room completely dark except for the computer. Of course, it reminded you of the evenings you spent in his studio.

Since he hadn't noticed you, you walked toward him and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around expecting to see one of the boys, but he almost choked when he saw you there. He immediately took off his headphones, but he couldn't say anything. He just observed you, there, in his room.

"Umm... The boys told me you haven't been eating well so... I brought you dinner." You said, placing the plate on his desk. You waited for a few seconds, but he didn't say anything, and it was getting awkward, so you decided to go back to the living room.

It's not that he hadn't anything to say. He had so much to say that he couldn't even verbalize it. He was shocked to see you there, after one week of not having any contact. He couldn't help to stare at you and ask himself what he had done. You were probably one of the best things that ever happened to him and he didn't want to lose you.

And when he realized that, you were already about to open the door of his room to leave.

"Y/n" He called you, making you stop and turn around to look at him. Again, he didn't know what to say. He just didn't want you to leave again.

He stood up and took a few steps until he was right in front of you. He cupped your face with his hands and placed his lips on yours. It was so sudden, but as soon as you felt him kissing you, you kissed him back. At that moment, you felt like your senses were waking up. You didn't smell his habitual cologne, but you did notice the vanilla from his shampoo. And he tasted like mint again. His thumb started caressing your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. And after a few seconds, you felt your cheeks wet. He was crying. You stopped the kiss and opened your eyes to look at him. He opened his eyes too when you placed your hands on his cheeks to wipe away the tears.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry." You ignored what he was saying since you were more worried about why he was crying.

"Are you okay, Chan?" You asked him. And he sighed before letting it all out.

"No." He confessed. "I can't sleep. I'm never hungry. I can't write lyrics. I can't compose anything good. Everything I do is think about you even more than before, and it's driving me crazy. I don't know what to do, Y/n." And he locked eyes with you, almost begging you for a solution.

"Chan... Do you love me?" You asked, risking it all. But afraid of being hurt again.

"I told you, I can't..." He started looking around, avoiding your eyes. You interrupted him.

"That's not what I asked." You said, and he stayed quiet. You decided to risk it all one more time. The last time. "I love you, Chan." You confessed, and he broke down in tears and pulled you into a hug, buried his face in your neck. "I love you too." He muttered against your neck. Then you held his face and wiped his tears again. You knew that the tears were just the proof of how much stress he had been going through.

"Then everything is fine. We can go slow and see what happens. I dont need you to take care of me or give me attention all the time, Chan. I know that music is your passion and that you need time for that. I'm okay with it. I understand it."

He just nodded and placed the softest kiss on your lips. "Thank you for not giving up on me."

Then, you told him to lie down on his bed. You knew how tired he was because of not sleeping. You took off his shoes and yours as well and lay down next to him. He hugged you and kissed your forehead. "God, I missed you so much." He muttered against your hair.

"I missed you too," you replied, and you two fell asleep, feeling safe and happy, knowing that the other would be there in the morning.

[angellesword]

YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (11)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, ANGST, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

SERIES:  CHAPTER 10 | CHAPTER 12

"You don't have to pay me, Guk."

 Jeongguk shook his head instantly. Yoongi was being absurd. How could he not pay his older friend?

 "I know you have the money, but I can't just take ten thousand dollars from you, hyung." The younger boy pouted his lips.

Yoongi should know by now that Jeongguk hated owing people something.

 Debt of gratitude sucked. It couldn't be paid. Ever. Jeongguk didn't want that. He hated sleeping at night thinking that someone out there could manipulate his feelings—this was how he perceived debt of gratitude: a manipulation. It was because he felt like he was bound please the person who helped him. It was as though he needed to act in accordance to the likes of said person.

 "Fine." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care about any of this. "Pay me whenever you want,"

 Jeongguk snorted as your voice echoed inside his head. If you were here, you would tell Yoongi that he couldn't just tell his debtor to pay him whenever he wanted. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

 Civil obligations like this one was only enforceable for ten years. If Jeongguk couldn't pay within the said period, the obligation would then become a natural one—something that would only be paid out of conscience.

 Jeongguk shook his head. Why was he thinking about the stupid law? Why couldn't he stop imagining your pretty smile as you talked about certain provisions? Why was he hesitating to accept his hyung's money?

 And most importantly, why didn't he want to leave you now?

 Your soulmate loaned thousands of dollars from Yoongi just so he could pay the down payment for the apartment that he wanted buy. He promised himself that he would terminate the lease of contract with you after four months. He just couldn't live with you anymore.

 You were supposed to be temporary in his life; however, with the way you were invading his mind even though you weren't around, Jeongguk realized that you were his constant.

 You were the only person who could tolerate his bratty attitude. You were the only person who couldn't get mad at him. You were the only person who made him feel special and needy—Jeon Jeongguk needed your attention so much that he felt like had to run.

 He didn't know when it started, especially because he believed he was not over Red yet.

 Red.

 Was Red the reason why Jeongguk wanted to leave you?

 This was what you thought while clutching the paper on your chest.

 It hurt, but as usual you had to pretend like you were okay.

 "Your parents are back in their hotel," said by Jeongguk the moment he entered your apartment.

 He was back from the thirty-minute drive.

 Your parents were scheduled to fly to Jeju Island tomorrow morning.

 "That's good." You discreetly wiped your tears away, trying so hard to make your tone sound enthusiastic. 

 Your back was facing him since you were afraid to let him see you crying.

 You didn't want to pester Jeongguk regarding his plan to leave. You felt like he wouldn't appreciate the drama you would obviously bring.

  Jeongguk didn't deserve drama—not when it was clear that he was exhausted. He took care of you these past weeks. The only thing you could do was to give him a damn break even if it meant sleepless night as questions like 'why am I not enough?' clouded your mind.

 "Thanks, Jeongguk. Goodnight!" You hastily added, refusing to look at him as you made your way to your room.

 "Wait," he stopped you like the way he did earlier today. This time, however, he stopped you by breaking your heart even more.

 "C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?" Jeongguk swallowed the lump in his throat; his heart was beating so fast.

 You flinched.

 How dare he ask something so insensitive?

 "Why?" Your lips trembled as you finally found the courage to look at him. It was a wrong move, though. You couldn't do it. You couldn't look at him without tears filling your eyes.

 Looking at Jeon Jeongguk made you realize what you could never have: him.

 You were grateful he's averting your gaze. Jeongguk couldn't meet your eyes as well. He was embarrassed and afraid. What if you rejected him? He didn't have any reason to cuddle with you tonight. Jimin was right. Your parents were the solution to help you get back on your feet. It was as though they had some kind of power. You didn't look like you needed your soulmate to make you feel better anymore. 

 You were back to your old self.

 Sadly Jeongguk had no idea that you were just pretending. He didn't know that you were forced to be okay once again. He wasn't even aware that he was one of the reasons why you're acting like everything was fine.

 "I just want to make sure you're alright," his voice was barely audible.

 Jeon Jeongguk was a liar. The truth was you weren't the only one getting used to cuddling with each other. Jeongguk was also craving to embrace you—to listen to your controlled breathing and raging heartbeat.

 "Really?" You suddenly huffed, causing Jeongguk to flick his gaze at you.

 Your soulmate was a good liar, you were not.

 There's a point where pain was too much to handle.

 Jeongguk was staring at you with puzzled expression. His mouth went agape upon seeing the tears streaming down your face.

 "You want to make sure I'm okay so you can finally leave?"

 "What?" He furrowed his brow, clearly not understanding the words you just said. How could he focus on anything when all he could see was your tears?

 Jeongguk wanted to wipe your stupid tears, but you weren't letting him.

 You took three steps backwards when he tried to reach for your face.

 Anger, frustration, and pain. All of these are visible in your eyes. Your thoughts were poisoning your mind—making you imagine what you thought Jeongguk felt.

 "You...called my parents b'cause you're t-tired of me, right?" You slurred.

 You wanted to run to your room since you knew you couldn't stop speaking your thoughts anymore. This wasn't right. You told yourself you weren't going to make this hard for your soulmate, so why couldn't he do the same thing for you?

 Why was he cornering you? Why couldn't he just go away? 

 And why couldn't you stop the venom in your words?

 "You don't want to deal with me anymore. You want to leave but you're guilty. You feel like you are responsible for my pain," this must be it. You kept thinking what triggered his sudden change of behavior. It couldn't be because he finally realized that he liked you too.

 No. That couldn't be right. The only plausible explanation for this was because of the guilt he felt. He only started to act like he cared when you told him that he hurt you too.

 "That's not true..." But Jeongguk was quick to dismiss the negative thoughts inside your head.

 You inhaled deeply. Fresh tears stained your cheeks.

 "What's the truth, then?" You picked up the paper that would prove his intention to leave.

 It was too late to stop now. You were already acting pathetic in front of him. 

 "Why didn't you tell me you bought an apartment?" You continued to ask despite knowing the reason.

 You didn't. You were imagining things. What you think was different from what Jeongguk felt. Admittedly, his eyes widened. He wasn't expecting you to confront him about this. Hell. You weren't even supposed to find out this way.

 Jeongguk was planning to simply sign the contract to terminate your lease agreement with him, leave your apartment in the middle of the night and never come back.

 Guess he couldn't do it now, huh?

 "I-I," he trailed off instantly. How could he explain this to you when he himself didn't know why he wanted to leave?

 Jeongguk wished it was easy to face his emotions. He identified them, but he still didn't know what to do—not even after spending weeks cuddling with you.

 He needed to be alone, he needed to figure out what he felt and what this all meant to him on his own.

 "Is it me, Gukkie?" You sobbed and your soulmate's heart clenched.

 Your back was against the wall, Jeongguk was standing so close to you to the point that he could literally see the tears forming in your eyes.

 It broke him more.

 "Did I cross the line? Am I being too pushy? Annoying? Hard do deal with?"

 Jeongguk could only bite his bottom lip.

 You proceeded to list the things your former maids despised about you.

 "Is Miri too much too handle? Am I picky with the food? Is it hard to wake me up in the morning?"

 Jeongguk avoided your eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

 You noticed that he couldn't speak. Why? Was it difficult to admit the truth?

 "Or am I not buying you enough things?"

 The conflicted boy shook his head vigorously. You did not understand anything.

 "Do you need a new laptop? New clothes? Art materials?" You sounded so desperate. "Tell me, Gukkie. I'll do anything you want."

 "I don't need you to do anything." He said coldly as he moved away from you.

 Pain attacked your chest when you saw indifference dancing in his face.

 "You're still leaving me?" You quivered in fear. You were really pathetic. You said to yourself that you wanted him to go away, but the thought of him actually leaving made your stomach turn upside down.

 "Yes."

 It felt like an arrow shot you in the heart.

 How could he not stutter? Was he really decided to leave you?

 Jeongguk saw how his answer affected you, so he immediately defended himself.

 "I mean it's about right. I told you I'm gonna stay here for a few months. It's over now. I don't want to be your tenant anymore."

 "But why!" You whined. This wasn't fair! How could he decide without consulting you first? This was a reciprocal obligation. You deserved to know his reasons.

 Jeongguk scowled. He wanted to leave now. It was getting unbearable to see you cry—it was as though his chest was going to explode.

 "Do I really need a reason?" His frown deepened. "Can't I just leave because I don't want to be with you anymore?" A lie.

 "You're lying." You refused to believe him even if you knew he was telling the truth. This wasn't you. You weren't like this. It was unlike of you to keep pushing Jeongguk. You teased him all the time, but you didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. His happiness was your top priority.

 You swore you just wanted to know the truth. You deserved a reasonable explanation. He couldn't just say he didn't want to be with you. If he couldn't love you, then he should at least be able to respect you like a normal person.

 "Why would I lie—"

 "Because I'm your soulmate!" You cut him off. Your emotions were overflowing.

 Why couldn't you just let him go?

 "And I love you, Jeongguk." You cried. The table had turned. Just a few breaths ago, he was the one begging to touch you. Right now, however, it was you who was desperately trying to latch on him.

 Jeongguk pushed your hand away. He couldn't have you touching him. It would only make it harder for him to leave.

 "I love you so please don't leave me—"

 "You don't." He cut you off, flinching so hard because of how much he hated your confession. He felt like he was gonna puke.

 "I do, Guk. I love you—"

 "No!" Jeongguk insisted otherwise. He was being stubborn and it was irritating you.

 Who did he think he was to tell you what you felt?

 "You don't love me, okay!? You are wrong in all of this!" He took a step back. He was acting as if your touch was going to burn him.

 "You are delusional. Too caught up with the idea of soulmate that you failed to see the truth!"

 Jeongguk was shaking in frustration. He hated that he had to be mean just to make you understand things—similar to what Red did.

 "I can see the truth! I know the truth!" You carried on.

 He was the one being blinded here, not you.

 "You're just ignoring the signs, Jeongguk. The universe wants us to be together!"

 This wasn't a coincidence. You couldn't be wrong—not when he could see colors because of the love you felt for him.

 But he used this against you.

 "I am not your soulmate." His jaw clenched. "Your eyes can tell."

 You stopped breathing.

 "Your eyes tell." He repeated.

 Your mouth felt dry.

 It felt like you had been stabbed straight in the heart.

 If he was your soulmate, if he ever loved you—or cared, you would see colors by now.

 But no.

 You still see in black and white.

 Your eyes would not lie because Jeon Jeongguk was right....

 Your Eyes Tell.

[fumekara]

MORE THAN ANYTHING 

Kento Nanami x Gn reader 

n/a: English is not my first language, besides, this Fic comes from a draft taken some time ago. I hope you enjoy it. It is my first time back to writing in a long time. 

Tw: Just pure fluff and soft sfw, the title is inspired by HH's song. 

WC: 1.1K

That night you could not fall asleep.

After turning yourself several times on the sheets of the bed, on which you had lain a couple of hours before, you looked at the half-open door through which a dim light filtered from the living room, giving the bedroom a thread of light in the darkness of the night.

You hoped your man would decide to drop the papers and paperwork he often brought home from work and come to bed with you, wrapping you in his arms so you could finally sleep in complete bliss as you usually did.

"I'll be right with you, it won't take long," he had told you when you proposed to sleep with him after you both went through a long day at work.

However, this was one of those evenings when Kento would spend hours on the kitchen table filling out paperwork late into the night. Although he hated office work, he was always diligent and meticulous when it came to completing his tasks.

It was a characteristic that made you feel proud of the man you loved, yet no matter how responsible and careful he was in managing his time and energy, you were sure he was beginning to place less importance on his rest. You wanted so much for him to give up those silly practices and take the rest he deserved.

After staring at the ceiling for an hour, you sat on your side of the bed, shivering from the sudden cold due to the lack of blankets, and looking at the bedside table you saw that 00:50 was written on the screen. And even today he worked late 

You got up and, making as little noise as possible, took small steps towards the living room.

Kento was writing something on his laptop, surrounded by a pile of papers divided into folders of various kinds lit by the light of the monitor and the lamp you kept in the corner of the kitchen.

He noticed your presence and gave you a small, tired smile, giving your heart some warmth.

"Are you still awake, love?" He asked as he leaned against the back of the chair.

"I could tell you the same thing," you replied a little sleepily, returning the smile and moving closer to the blond. As sorry as you are that he was exhausted from work, you couldn't help but think about how handsome he was. Even though you'd been together for a few years, the love you felt for this man had always had that effect on you. I've been waiting for you,' you said, heading towards him. 

You sit on his lap and he wraps his big arms around you, you notice that the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up and show off his forearms, something he always did when he came home. Leaning his head on your shoulder and inhaling deeply, he loses himself in your scent and warmth. Suddenly all the tiredness he had put aside to work on his papers came over him like a wave of a stormy sea, but the fact that you were there with him gave him a feeling of comfort.

He always felt at home with you. 

"I'm sorry Y/N". He rubbed his head in the crook of your neck "I was late again without me noticing" he said, planting a chaste kiss on an exposed spot on your shoulder.

Gently you brushed his hair back with one hand, while with the other you closed the laptop he was working on just now, making it clear that it was time for him to take the rest he so richly deserved.

"Come to sleep, Kento, it's not good for you to stay here late and I miss you," you said as you rested your head on his soft hair on your cheek.

"I know, you're right," he lifted his chin, placing a kiss on your neck, "I don't like leaving you alone either."

Lifting your head slightly, you turned to stare at him, touching his cheek lovingly as you looked intently into his eyes.

Pure love

You couldn't have found any other words to describe the way he looked at you whenever you were in situations like this, alone, with no one else to interrupt you, without Gojo, just the two of you. He made you feel loved, important, and you often thought back to the moment you realized you had fallen in love with him.

As a result, Nanami couldn't understand how he could have you in his life, how lucky he was to have you and how much he regretted making you go through nights like this when he left you alone. He felt selfish and the only thing he wanted at that moment was to go to bed and wrap you in his arms with your head against his chest. 

You remained in that position for a long time, a wonderful feeling for both of you. He placed his face on yours and then gave you a kiss on the cheek savoring the aroma.

Without saying anything, you got up from his lap, took his hand without taking your eyes off his and, after switching off the lights, slowly guided him towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm sorry I don't spend much time with you," he said as he shed his work clothes, "I don't want you to stay up because of me, but I appreciate you doing so." After slipping into his sweatpants, he settled next to you in bed as you wrapped him with the quilt.

"You don't have to apologize for working so hard, you have done and are doing a great job. I just want you not to overdo the work, everyone deserves a break and you especially." After turning off the lights you lie down beside him and feel him encircling your waist with his arm "Don't think you are being mean to me Kento, you always do so much for me, you show me that every day and remind me every time you look at me." 

In the darkness you could glimpse his small smile that made your heart melt.

"Come here," he told you as he felt butterflies in his stomach, as if he had managed to fall in love with you even more than before.

More than anything. 

You felt his grip envelop you even more as you brought faces closer and met lips in a chaste, soft, pure kiss. 

When you pulled away, you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

"I love you Y/N."

"I love you too, darling." 

You both fell asleep wrapped in bliss.

[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I AM ONCE AGAIN SORRY

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Part 9

When Zemo got to the bar, there was no one there. He had gone inside looking for you, had asked all the staff when he couldn't see you there. He began to panic when they told him you had left a while ago.

Rushing back outside, he looked left and right rapidly. He saw no one. He got back into his car and drove. He would drive all night if he had to. He just had to find you.

He kept trying to call you, but you wouldn't pick up. At some point you turned your phone off, which just made him worry all the more.

Pietro Maximoff.

He hadn't heard that name in years. What happened back then had always hung over him like a dark cloud, but it had been so long since anyone had ever said that name to him.

He had to explain. You needed to know what happened. If Zemo lost you, what would be the point? How could he race without his lucky charm? He couldn't let this get between you both.

He felt horrible lying to you. There was so much he hadn't told you, but he had never wanted you to find out like this. He should have been honest from the start.

Zemo could only imagine what you were thinking. What must you think of him now?

How long had been driving? He had no idea. He hadn't found you yet. It was becoming harder and harder to keep up his facade. He wanted to yell, scream, punch something.

Everything was falling apart.

The only place he hadn't checked was home. He had no idea how you would have got there, the walk being too far, but it's all he had left.

He makes the drive back.

His grip on the steering wheel was tight. He was full of worry, anger, regret.

He pulls up to the house, but all the lights are off and there is no sign of life. He has the key for the door, there's no way you have got in. He looks down the path to the garage, it looks undisturbed. The garage is locked up tight.

You're not here.

His phone rings.

Zemo scrambles for the device, nearly dropping it from how bad his hands had begun to shake. He looks at the screen, but is left disappointed. It's not you.

James Barnes

He answers it.

"Whatever it is better be important. I have urgent business to attend to." Zemo is surprised by how level he can keep his voice right now.

"I'd say this is important."

"Well, what is it?"

"I bumped into Y/N on my way home. It's only because of Sam I was able to recognize them."

"Where are they?" He asks, almost urgently.

"On the last train home for the night. Zemo, what the Hell happened? They were hysterically upset. I swear I'll kick your ass if you did something stupid."

"It wasn't something I did. Were they alone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Y/N had gone to meet someone. A wicked young woman who I may run over if I see her," he hisses down the phone.

"I didn't see anyone else."

"I have to go."

Zemo hangs up. He has to go to you, but first, he has to meet with Stark. The only way that nasty little woman could have known about that incident is if Stark had told her.

Tony Stark had been there that day.

Zemo gets into his car and he drives. He drives like a man on a mission. He doesn't care how late it is, Tony Stark will see him tonight.

If Zemo loses you, he will never forgive himself. He will never forgive Tony Stark.

He will never race again.

The lights are on at Stark's homebase. Zemo spends a few minutes parked outside looking at the window. The curtains were drawn, but movement could be seen vaguely behind them.

He gets out and marches up to the door. He knocks harshly.

In the seconds before the opening of the door, many thoughts flashed through Zemo's mind. He had no idea what would happen here tonight, all he did know was that Tony Stark was a cruel man who wanted to ruin everything good in his life.

Zemo had been beyond lucky they even let him race again after what happened.

The door opens. Stark stands there.

The way he looks at Zemo, it pisses him off. He stands with his chin up, head held high, looking down at Zemo. He knows why the Baron is here. He had anticipated his visit.

"What a surprise," Tony says, no emotion to his voice.

"What have you done?'

"What I had to." Tony walks away, leaving the door open. He walks over to his alcohol cabinet and pours himself a drink. Zemo steps inside, glaring daggers at the man. His hands clenched into fists as he grinds his jaw.

"That was six years ago."

"It still happened."

"You know it wasn't my fault."

Tony stands, drink in hand, looking at his rival. Here was a man who had been broken once before, and stands broken again. Stark did you a favour. Zemo wouldn't be here now if you had gone back to him after that, so he can only assume you left.

"You are the reason that kid is dead. Everyone knows it."

Zemo shakes his head.

"You are the reason people see me as a murderer. I did nothing to you. That, out there, is competition. We play the game by the rules and we play fair. At least, we're suppose to. I do not like your dirty tricks, Stark."

Tony doesn't move. He stands there, still.

"I was lucky they even let me race again, but even luckier when Y/N came into my life. You are taking away everything I hold dear, piece by piece. You are ruining me."

"You ruined yourself when you took up racing," Tony says, coldly.

"You just can't let it go, can you? You don't like that I am better than you."

Tony doesn't reply.

Zemo takes slow, careful steps toward Tony. His eyes, glazed with tears, do not look away from his gaze. He only stops when he is directly in front of him.

"If I lose Y/N, you will never hear the end of this. You're cruelty knows no bounds, Stark. I fell so very sorry for Miss Potts. How can she be so fond of a man like you who turns careers and flaunts around with other women. Does your little bird know you are a heartless bastard?"

"You don't scare me, Zemo."

"Not yet, I don't."

Zemo grabs the glass from Stark's hand, throws it at the wall behind him, and then marches away.

He has to see you.

By the time he reaches your town, it's about one on the morning. Though there is the chance you're sleeping, he is here and he will takes his chances.

He knocks on your door.

There are no sounds, no sign of movement, but there is a light which he can see under your door.

You're home.

"Y/N." His accent is heavier than usual, wavered by emotion. He leans up against the door, ear pressed against it.

You're there.

He knows you're there, listening.

"I'm sorry," he says, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me. Pietro Maximoff died in a terrible accident. His car malfunctioned. It was an accident that turned into a case because someone decided to ruin my career."

He waited, wanted to see if you would say anything.

You didn't.

"I have raced before. I won on my first race. I won again, the second. A racing star, they called me. That was the first time Tony Stark had lost. Suddenly, he had competition. Real competition. Before, he would leave everyone in the dust, winning over and over again. Then I showed up. After my second win, he had my car checked. He was furious because it was legal. He assumed I had altered it against the rules because there was no way his cars would lose. Then that happened."

He hears you move. You're right behind the door.

"Pietro Maximoff was a crazy good driver. Apparently he was awed by me. I told him if he crossed the line that day, I would tutor him. We made a deal. However, his car malfunctioned after the third turn. He drove head first into the barrier, full speed. His car caught fire. He was alone. It took too long for the team to reach him. He died on impact, they say. He was dead whether they got to him or not."

He sighs, hand resting up against the door.

"I did not tamper with his car. I did not kill that boy. Tony Stark made them believe I did with no evidence to prove it. I was found not guilty of attempted murder, but I was disqualified from racing up until I finally made an appeal. This season is my first racing season in 6 years."

He waits.

He hears shuffling, but nothing else.

"You have to believe me. If I lose you too... i have nothing left."

Nothing.

You don't say anything. The door does not open. He steps back in defeat. He doesn't know what else he can do, what else he can say.

Except, "If you still hold feelings for me, then please be at the next race. If you come, I'll know you'll forgive me. I know you'll still love me. If you don't, then I will never bother you again. I'll know that I have ruined everything and I will live with that regret until the day I die."

He takes a deep breath and steps away further.

"I love you. I want you to know that. I love you."

You cry silently as you listen to him walk away. It's not until you're sure he has gone when you let your cries out.

On your coffee table sat your laptop. As soon as you got home, you had been researching what had happened that day.

There was no evidence.

Just articles and speculation.

The fact that you even believed for a moment he had killed a young man like that made you sick. How horrible of a person could you be?

Helmut deserved someone better than that.

He has spent so many years living with a tragic accident over him, and you hadn't even talked to him about it.

You felt awful.

You spent most of the night heartbroken. Sleep eventually paid you a visit, but it was hardly restful. You just woke up in pain.

Race day was coming fast.

What were you going to do?

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Lil' Mia and Miranda thing since I dragged you guys down the rarepair hell with me~

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Lab equipment was really not meant to blend well within a lived-in home. And it didn't. The plush carpet on top of wooden floors giving way to the smooth lab flooring that squeaked under boots not appropriate for the setting created an odd contrast. Not that that was uncharacteristic for Miranda, any of her workspaces falling perfectly under the description of an organized mess, with particular emphasis on mess.

With Rose sleeping peacefully in the room generously, suspiciously so, provided by Miranda, Mia decided to stretch her legs by walking around the manor, the baby monitor connected to her phone. The building was relatively big, albeit quite old, tucked in the woods somewhere between the Beneviento house and the factory, with a tunnel conveniently connecting it to the labs running under the town. It had close to no spatial organization, bedrooms and labs and storage rooms alternating by patterns known only by the so-called goddess, or most likely not even by her.

Mia did not trust the woman. Not with the memories of the prison cell and the kidnapping of her daughter for experiments still fresh in her mind. But, the tiredness of motherhood and the odd loneliness that came with being the only two inhabitants of the house that were capable of coherent speech as of now, had her longing for some company.

It was an easy task finding Miranda, the soft cries of Eva guiding her down a short hallway to a lab door left ajar. Inside, the woman was sat at a desk, a laptop with half written reports and notes in front of her, pushed out of the grasp of the fussing infant in her arms. Miranda was far too busy trying to calm her daughter down enough to fall asleep to notice Mia leaning on the doorframe, curiously observing the scene. Oddly human, in her failing attempt to get her child to stop crying, when at any given time she could get anyone to kneel before her and bend over backwards to her every whim. Yet a small infant was giving her so much trouble.

"Need a hand?" Mia offered with a small chuckle. Should she even offer her help?

"I am fine thank you." But a slightly louder wail from Eva came with perfect timing to disprove her words.

Miranda's shoulders seemed to slump ever so slightly as her eyes closed slowly, the usual makeup replaced by dark circles, testimony to the long hours spent going through decades of research and reports while also caring for her newly reborn daughter. It was oddly bittersweet, to see a woman so dignified otherwise all but beg the small child to go to sleep so she could finish her work.

Work, Mia concluded, that was rather essential for the whole place, and also her home for now, to continue existing the way it was. With a sigh she walked up to the desk and gently stoked Eva's short brunette hair. "Here, let me hold her. At least until you finish typing whatever it is you're doing," she said waving a hand in the direction of the forgotten computer, who's screen had turned black by now.

There were a few long seconds of hesitation, but a weary glance at the mountain of files on the other side of the desk that she was yet to go through convinced Miranda to finally allow her daughter slip into Mia's arms. It took maybe five minutes of cooing and a one sided conversation made in silly voices to turn the cries into giggles, small hands trying to grasp at Mia's finger that was ticklishly caressing puffy cheeks. Exhausted from crying, Eva's eyes slowly fluttered shut and she was gingerly lowered into a crib set by the desk, one of the many scattered around the house.

Miranda watched the scene unfold with uncharacteristic softness slipping by the icy mask of her steely eyes. Even goddesses can be caught by surprise it seemed, and whether it was due to the apparent skills that Mia had with calming Eva down or at how she was willing to help despite their precarious position was up to debate.

"Shouldn't you be better at this," Mia asked, pulling one of the chairs closer to sit in. "I know it's been, what, two or three centuries or something but haven't you done this before?"

Her question was obviously poking fun for the most part, but Miranda couldn't help the tired sigh that crawled its way from the depths of her now useless lungs.

"No, actually. I haven't," she responded curtly as she grabbed one of the files and opened it in order to transcribe its contents in a digital file. "At least not on my own," she added upon remembering the numerous subjects she helped raise during her time working with The Connections.

"Oh? Did you have a sweet loving husband once upon a time? Do tell me more," Mia said leaning her chin on her palms as if she were a teenager at a sleepover talking about crushes, although the memory of Ethan clawing its way to the forefront of her thoughts made her grimace slightly, until she pushed it back down in the depths of her mind.

It was foolish perhaps, acting like that around a woman that could, and would with the right motivation, kill her in the blink of an eye. Truth be told though, Mia was bored out of her mind, so what better way to pass the time than push Miranda's buttons, especially when she seemed too tired to retaliate.

The so-called goddess grimaced, at least ten different reasons to find the thought outrageous flashing through her mind and, settling on the most obvious one, looked at her, one eyebrow raised. "I was a nun."

Mia leaned back in her chair, looking at the black head covering hanging from a hook behind the door, together with black robes. She had to wonder if they were the same ancient ones or if she replaced them every once in a while.

"Yeah, I couldn't tell," she chuckled. "A nun turned goddess. How ironic don't you think."

"Worshipping was never quite up my alley. And neither were men," she replied flatly, turning the pages in front of her and typing the relevant information in the file she had open on the screen.

Mia's eyes widened slightly with an amused oh. "So was she raised by the convent then?"

Was this information really to be given out? Mirada did not like talking about her past, or personal information in general. Gods did not need backstories, they simply were.

She sighed. "No, no. Her parents died when she was four and with nobody else to look for her, she was brought to us." Miranda gave a small shrug, pausing to type up decades old results on lycans. "I was the newest there, so the nuns dumped her on me. I was so mad at first, but she's always been such a brilliant little girl, even back then. She would ask for a bedtime story and did not complain when I'd start reading from one of the medical books I stole from the merchant. There was just something about her that made her grow on me."

With the paragraph done, she pushed her chair back, quietly so as to not have its legs scratch against the linoleum floor, and walked to another, smaller desk pushed against a wall. From there, she walked back to the crib where the small infant was sleeping peacefully, a small doll in hand. Doll that Mia recognized immediately, as an identical one was by her own daughter's sleeping form, back in their room. It was a small replica of Angie, plush and soft to the touch, unlike its real life wooden counterpart, the white dress made of delicate silk. Both toys had been made by Donna herself as gifts.

"But as you can guess, she was well past a toddler when she was placed in my care," Miranda finished, leaving the doll just by her sleeping daughter's side.

"So you suck with babies," Mia concluded with a grin. She would have laughed, but had enough clarity of mind to be quiet.

Miranda simply gave her a tired glare before rolling her eyes. She went back to her desk and opened a new file to be transcribed, this one on the reservoir's structure.

"I can care for them," she started, an odd almost imperceptible strain in her voice. "It just gets trickier when it's my own daughter and not an act."

Mia nodded absent mindedly, eyes darting to Eva. To see a woman with such power and ruthlessness, who could level the whole town to the ground if she so pleased, show such raw genuine affection towards the child made some of the notions in her brain crumble to the ground. Miranda was still the same woman who, ironically enough, experimented on more children than she cared to count, but then again Mia was also a willing participant in said experiments so was she really that much better?

She definitely was, Mia concluded, choosing to ignore a small pang at her heart when she watched all the ice in those gray eyes melt into tenderness while looking at her daughter. Instead, she started toying with one of the many pens scattered on the desk.

"Since I'm staying here, I don't mind helping you out with her," Mia said quietly, keeping her eyes on the small giraffe doodle she was doing on a napkin.

It wasn't for Miranda's sake really. She simply wanted the best for Eva, the child completely innocent unlike the atrocities committed by her mother throughout the last few centuries. Besides, it would be nice for Rose to have a friend not unlike herself, given the yet to be understood power both girls possessed.

"There's no need-"

"Consider it a thank you for letting us stay here, without a sniper pointing at my daughter's head at all times," Mia finished, a slither of ire slipping into her tone on the last words, the memory of a rookie agent panicking and pointing his gun to Rose for the unforgivable crime of being a hungry crying child seared behind her eyelids.

Miranda sighed, an odd sense of relief washing over her. After centuries of trying to bring her back, you'd think the she would do anything to spend each and every second with Eva, not letting anyone else care for her in any capacity, but truth be told, the prospect of not facing motherhood completely alone, even if Mia was helping her solely out of some sense of obligation, did not sound half bad.

"As you wish," she finally said, going back to the half written paragraph her mind drifted away from minutes earlier.