#he of course has not spoken out about this himself. it was his ex girlfriend who outed him in a fit of madness and rage and bad manners

[emchant3d]

part 2 of runaway bride stevie! modern au, exes to lovers, transfem stevie harrington pt 1

Eddie Munson is not having a good day.

His phone died last night so his alarm didn’t go off, his bassist is sick so their gig tonight has to be canceled, and his last three Uber rides have stiffed him on a tip.

He accepts a request from some dude named Scott with a terrible comb-over in his profile picture and gives himself two seconds to bang his forehead into his steering wheel in frustration with a closed-mouth scream. Then he dials it back so he doesn’t seem absolutely fucking insane. He can see the suit he’s about to escort to some fucking meeting even though he’d rather be doing any-fucking-thing else, and he pastes a fake smile on to greet him. He’s gearing up to fall into the usual routine of this godforsaken job, but then it all goes a little sideways.

There’s movement from the corner of his eye, and then a blur of a body is slamming into poor Scott from behind, shoulder checking him and almost sending him careening onto the sidewalk. The dude pinwheels his arms like a cartoon character, suit jacket puffing up around his shoulders awkwardly, expression so baffled it makes Eddie snort despite himself.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbles, and he’s reaching for his seatbelt to see if the guy needs any help - he looks like he might break a hip if he hits the ground - but then a whirlwind of white fabric swoops into his backseat and a loud, desperate voice yells "DRIVE!" in his ear, and he sort of just thinks 'sure, why the fuck not,' and slams his foot on the gas.

The car fishtails a bit and the tires squeal as he swerves into traffic, horns honking after him, and he picks a direction at random, going way too fast for this area of town.

His heart is pounding in his chest, worst case scenarios running through his head. He’s going to get car jacked. He’s going to go to jail for being an unwitting getaway driver. But there isn’t any more yelling from the back seat, just heavy, panicked breathing, and he settles into traffic and slows down to a more normal speed before he cuts his eyes up to the rearview mirror.

Time stops.

It’s Stevie.

He can’t believe he didn’t recognize her the second he saw her, but in his defense, it's not like he was expecting to see his ex-girlfriend in a goddamn wedding dress running like she stole something today.

Pure panic wraps tight around his throat as he takes her in - is she hurt? In danger? Nothing good could have had her sprinting away from her own wedding, but it seems like she’s just shaken up.

His heart calms a bit once her tears dry and they get properly on the road.

And shit, it’s so unfair, because she's just as breathtaking as she was the day they split. She looks just as sad, too, which is certainly not how a woman like Stevie Harrington should look on her wedding day. But seeing her in a gown like that - Jesus Christ. His heart squeezes painfully in his chest. It’s like something out of a fantasy, seeing her in the exact kind of dress she used to whisper to him about wanting, the kind of dress he’d once promised to marry her in. Of course, they fell apart before he could even get a ring on her finger, but it still sends his stomach swooping to see the future they’d spoken about come to life.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he can’t help but ask, glancing over his shoulder at her.

“Yeah,” she says, voice high and a little squeaky. “Yeah, I’m totally fine. Just in my ex-boyfriend's car after I left my fiance at the altar, it’s all fine, it’s chill.”

“Okay,” he says haltingly, delicately, because Stevie Harrington is not the kind of person who says it’s chill, “it’s just that, you know, all of that sounds decidedly not chill.”

“This is so chill. It’s the chillest I’ve ever been, actually - hold on–” she says, and next thing he knows a swirl of silk is blocking his view and he sputters a bit as the train of her dress smacks him in the face, but she’s clambering gracelessly from the back seat and over the console to plop down on the passenger side with a loud huff and a cloud of perfume.

It’s different from what she used to wear. She used to smell spicy and warm, with notes of amber and cinnamon. He’d kiss the little spots in her wrists where she’d spritz it on, trace the veins beneath the tan skin with his nose to keep the scent of her with him.

Now she smells like vanilla and something floral, airy and light. Like he stepped into a bakery. It’s not bad, of course it’s not bad, but it’s…different. Not her.

Or not his version of her, anyway.

This is someone else’s Stevie now, and she smells like fucking cookies instead of home.

Instead of commenting on it, he just tells her to put on her seat belt, and she looks at him like he’s an idiot.

“And wrinkle this dress?” she says, her nose curling a little, and God she’s such a bitch and he’s missed it so much.

“I hate to break it to you,” he tells her, “but some wrinkles are not the worst damage that thing has seen today.” There are small grey splotches on the bodice where her makeup dripped as she cried earlier, and the hemline has some muddy staining from her mad dash on the sidewalk. It’s not ruined, but it’ll have to be cleaned, and a couple of wrinkles will be the easiest thing to get out of the formerly pristine fabric.

He glances over at her in time to see her run her hands over the skirt of the dress, smoothing it out over her thighs. It shifts, the leg slit parting to show her skin, teasing at the hint of a crease where her thigh and stomach meet, and Eddie rips his gaze away to stare at the road instead.

“Probably for the best, anyway,” he says, and he feels her eyes latch onto his profile.

“And why’s that?” she asks, and he smirks.

“Well, pure white? C’mon, Stevie, we both know that’s a lie.” He flashes her a wicked grin and she makes an outraged sound, but a small smile is teasing at her mouth even as her cheeks flush.

She kicks off her heels - red bottoms, because of fucking course they are - and slouches in the seat. She pushes herself up, adjusting in the pile of silk and corsetry she’s been strapped into, and he sees the absolute mountain of a rock on her hand, and manages to bite his tongue about it being the gaudiest thing he’s ever seen.

"So who was the lucky guy?" Eddie asks before he can stop himself, and the glare Stevie gives him could cut glass. “Or lucky woman. Person? Far be it from me to deny you your bisexual rights.”

He probably sounds like a jealous asshole, but he can't help it. He's the getaway driver for his one that got away on her fucking wedding day, and he feels like he deserves to ask a few questions.

His hands tighten on the steering wheel as the silence lingers, but eventually, Stevie just groans, letting her head fall back against the headrest dramatically.

"Don't laugh," she demands, and Eddie shakes his head.

"Scout's honor," he promises, and he swears a wry little grin teases at her lips.

“You were never a scout. You would have been kicked out for inciting a riot.”

“Hey, I just ensured we all earned our arson badges, okay? I did every one of those kids a favor.” Stevie scoffs, and it almost sounds fond.

Then she says, “Tommy,” and he almost swerves into oncoming traffic.

"HAGAN?" he says, louder than he means to, and her hand flies up to grab the oh-shit bar.

“Eddie, Jesus!” she says, glaring at him, and he shakes his head, focusing back on the road.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, but fucking - really? “Really?” He can’t help himself. “Tommy Hagan?”

“Yes, really, Tommy Hagan,” she says hotly, like she’s defensive, like she didn’t just leave the schmuck at the fucking altar.

“Well that explains the ring, at least.” She reaches over, smacking at his arm, which, thanks to the aforementioned ring, is probably going to bruise. “Hey, ow!” He glares at her, taking a hand off the wheel to rub his bicep. “Watch it, that thing’s a weapon.”

“Then stop sassing me about it,” she snaps, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms and her face falls into that adorable bitchy little pout he’s always fucking loved, and he looks away again.

He can’t help but glance back over at her left hand. The ring is…certainly something. Giant, square, one big diamond surrounded by other, smaller diamonds, with even more diamonds on the band. It looks heavy and cumbersome and like she’s going to smack it into every wall and door and get it caught in her hair and seriously, he’s pretty sure he’s already got a knot forming on his arm where the thing hit him.

It looks like Tommy walked into the priciest jewelry store he could find and asked for the most expensive ring they had.

It looks like a status symbol.

It doesn’t look like her.

“Apologies, highness,” he says, shaking himself free of his thoughts. It’s not fair to hold her to those standards. He hasn’t spoken to her in years. He can’t know what kind of person she is now.

But there’s still a bone-deep knowing that overtakes him at the feeling of the woman next to him. A sense of deja vu so strong it threatens to knock him over.

A different car, a different time, a different circumstance, but the same person. The same love.

He’d picked a direction at random, but as the streets become more familiar, he realizes he’s heading towards his place. It’s as good as any, he figures, and he shifts lanes, reaching to tap on his phone and shutting down his Uber account.

“You know, I almost expected you’d still be driving that beat up old van,” Stevie says suddenly, and he crows a laugh.

“Ah, Van Halen, you served me well until you almost blew up on the highway,” he says fondly. “Lost her about a year ago. It was tragic. I held a funeral.” She laughs again, shaking her head.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” she says, turning that pretty smile his way, and his heart does a somersault.

“That was a very impressive move back there, by the way,” he tells her, “that shoulder check of that old defenseless businessman?” He whistles. “Haven’t seen anybody move that quick to steal an old man’s ride before, really, it should have been documented.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” she says, but there’s a laugh in her voice, and she brings up her hands to press to her pink cheeks. He can’t help but keep digging.

“No, seriously! And sprinting like that in heels? And in that dress? What’s that thing weigh, like twenty pounds?”

“It’s a dress, not a suit of armor,” she tells him, but her smile is growing, making her eyes crinkle.

“Just saying, it was pretty metal,” he shrugs, and she snorts.

“Well, you would know,” she says, and he ignores the way his face flushes in response. She gives a little sigh, wiping below her eye and frowning at the smear of black on her fingers.

“Here,” he says, reaching across her. His arm brushes her leg as he opens the glove box and he’s so fucking normal about it. He pulls out a few fast food napkins, holding them out to her. “No makeup wipes in here, but that’ll help with the worst of it.”

“Thanks,” she says, and she flips the visor down, tapping a napkin to her tongue to wet it before wiping at the mascara tracks running down her face. “God,” she groans, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn smear, “I look like a raccoon.”

“A very cute raccoon,” he says before he can stop himself. Jesus, Munson, dial it back. “Like the raccoon that’s about to get the best trash in the bin, she doesn’t even have to ask for it.” Stop talking. “The other raccoons are just gonna give it to her, on account of how cute she is.” He’s gonna throw himself into traffic.

“Did you just call me a raccoon on my wedding day,” she asks. Fine, commit to the bit.

“You called yourself a raccoon on your wedding day. I was just agreeing with you,” he replies, keeping his eyes fixed to the road.

Her eyes are on him - he can feel her stare burning into the side of his face, and his cheeks are going pink and blotchy and God, he’s an idiot–

And then she laughs. Not her polite little contained laugh, either, no, this is that loud, wide mouthed laugh that she hates, that makes her shoulders shake and her head fall back. It’s squeaky and hearty and a little obnoxious and he’s always been so obsessed with getting her to let it out, and he can’t help the smug beaming little smile he gives at the sound.

“You’re such an ass,” she says through her laugh, and Eddie can’t help but laugh with her even if it’s at his own expense, because at least she doesn’t look so goddamn sad anymore.

When they finally reach his apartment complex she’s a little more subdued, but the look on her face isn’t totally heartbreaking, and he’ll take what he can get. He comes around to the passenger side to open her door for her and helps her gather the dramatic skirt of her dress to keep it off the pavement as they head towards the stairs, and he knows he looks like an insane person as he carts a bride down the hall, but he just smiles at his nosy neighbors and lets this cement his reputation as the weird as fuck off-putting metalhead he knows they all think of him as.

He feels a little self conscious as he opens the apartment door for her, sweeping an arm dramatically to allow her to enter first. For the first time since she swept into his car, he wonders if this is a good idea. But it’s too late now – Stevie’s giving him a little smile and stepping into his home, and part of him knows this was inevitable. She may not have called him, but he was always going to come if she needed him.

He follows her inside and tries to calm the pounding of his heart, watching her take in his space, struck all over again by her beauty and the impossibility of her standing here, and silently prays he isn’t going to fuck it up all over again.

this was almost even longer, but I figure 2.5k is enough for a part 2! no tag lists, sorry, but part 3 will be here at some point. thank you to everyone who's had a kind word to say about this au these two are very near and dear to me 💕

[pickapea]

love you 🫰

back from my failed pussy appointment feeling like a wretched sopping wet little freak of a man (hated and mocked by both god and the world) so you bet your ass im booting up my stereo with the only rapper i know who suffers from erectile dysfunction. we're in this shit together, king 👑❤️💯💯

[moody-alcoholic]

Chapter 7 - The Death of Piece of Mind

Summary: Simon x reader. 4.9k words. You go on your first job with Simon, but you still want to be more involved and you want to prove you can handle all aspects of the job. Even if it means breaking trust.

CW: Assault, stalking, mentions of suicide, physical violence, kidnapping, mentions of SA/rape, mentions of animal abuse, angst.

AN: Yes I was thinking of this song. The song has nothing to do with the chapter. It's just a good song.

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You’re sat in John’s office Simon is beside you as John slides a folder over to him. Simon picks it up opening it and you lean over to look. You’re not sure what any of it means. There are two photos one of a woman one of a man. Simon turns the page before you have chance to read it properly. 

“Amelia, 27, ex is Ryan, 25. Stalking, harassment the usual. Both have full time jobs, he’s been hanging round her work during his lunch break.” John says. 

“Surveillance?” Simon asks closing the folder.

“Get proof then you can grab him with Soap.” John says looking at you. You want to be involved but you feel like you need to convince Simon first before John. 

“What kind of proof do you get? Like pictures?” You ask. 

“We just need to see the stalking in action. We take everyone’s word at face value, but we need to see for ourselves before we make a move. Otherwise we could be harming innocent people.” John says. Harming, the word makes you swallow hard.

“What do you mean harming?” You ask keeping your cool. John’s eyes flick to Simon quickly then back to you.

“There are a few ways we deal with stalkers; we have a little chat with them tell them to back off. It’s a show off force ‘we can make your life very difficult if you don’t leave the person alone.’ Sometimes that’s not enough, that’s where blackmail becomes involved. Everyone has dirty little secrets or people they love, most of the time it’s just empty threats enough to scare them. Failing that we may have to resort to more, aggressive means of convincing.” John explains. You look at him for a few seconds taking it all in. 

“What about my ex?” you ask, John looks confused for a moment and Simon shifts in his chair. 

“He listened to what we had to say, he was very understanding in the end.” John says. It’s not what you were expecting. It’s vague, like he’s trying to talk around it. 

“We should get going, if we want to catch him by noon.” Simon says before you have a chance to reply your mouth hanging open. He starts to get up, you follow him thanking Price as you leave. You feel like he’s hiding something they all are. No one will talk about what happened with your ex accept they ‘had a chat’ and then he killed himself. You walk down the steps following Simon. 

“You excited for your first job?” Johnny asks almost skipping over to you. You force a smile as Simon goes over opening the side of the van.

“Yeah, course very excited.” You reply. You hope Johnny can’t tell when you’re lying as easily as Simon can. He wraps his arm round your shoulder as he guides you to the van. 

“What about you Si, excited to be working with our new star recruit.” Johnny says, you don’t know where he gets all his enthusiasm from. Simon finishes whatever it us he’s doing in the side of the van then slams the door closed turning to look at you and Johnny. 

“Ecstatic.” He says looping a mask behind his ears and pulling it down to rest under his chin. Johnny shakes his head using his free hand to push Simon’s shoulder.

“Cheer up Si you get to go for a ride with your girlfriend, maybe take an extra long lunch break?” Johnny says winking at Simon. You pull out of his grip feeling uncomfortable. Simon’s not your boyfriend or at least you don’t think he is. You still haven’t spoken about what it means, every time you think about bringing it up a pit forms in your stomach. 

“Christ MacTavish haven’t you got other people to annoy?” Simon asks opening the driver side door. 

“Gaz is out on a job and Price said if I bothered him again he’d fire me.” Johnny says crossing his arms and pouting.

“Oh, he’s finally taken my advice.” Simon says climbing into the van. You hear Johnny huff as you go round getting in the passenger side. Simon starts the engine. 

“Good luck lass don’t let Ghost scare you away, he’s a real softy at heart.” Johnny shouts leaning round to see you. You smile waving at him. Simon shakes his head and drives out the building.        

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When you make it to the location. Simon parks up in a car-park across the road of the building the woman Amelia works at. You had managed to read the folder on the way. Seems like when people have problems they go through a whole interview processes with John. Mainly only questions about the stalker, why do you think he’s doing it? How long has it been going on? That kind of stuff. He’d been abusive, when she tried to throw him out he attacked her.

The police got involved but restraining orders take time. He followed her home from work tried to rape her, she fought him off but then he started coming to her work. Getting more pushy and aggressive, she’s scared to walk alone anywhere. She bought a dog and came home to it poisoned. It survived but she was sure it was him. It made you feel sick. You look back over at Simon, he pulled his mask up at some point on the trip. 

“Why do you wear the mask?” You ask, you think back to the mask you saw him in when he grabbed your ex. That was a scary mask, the thought of it still sends shivers down your spine. 

“To hide my face.” He says without looking at you. You sigh looking over at the building. It’s a tech company.

“Is that why you’re called Ghost?” You ask looking over at him. He sighs. 

“What car does he have?” Simon asks. You look through the folder. 

“Just a number plate, ends in HYT.” You say. Simon reaches over you and opens the glove box. You look in there is a pistol and some ammo it makes your breath catch in your throat, you’re still not used to being around all the weapons. He takes out some binoculars, closing it back up.  He brings them up looking in the car park across the road. It’s not very conspicuous. 

“He’s here,” Simon says. You look over squinting trying to read the number plates. 

“Can I see?” You ask, he hands you the binoculars. You look through them looking for the car. 

“He’s actually sitting in the car waiting.” You gasp passing them back to Simon.

“What do we do? Do we help her?” You say suddenly feeling panic rise in your chest. 

“No, we watch see what happens but we don’t get involved.” Simon says, there is an edge in his voice. You watch as people start coming out the building, lighting cigarettes heading to cars. People going out for lunch. You look down at the picture of Amelia, she’s blonde, nice face, it’s only a head shot. You look over watching to see if you can see anyone who matches the picture. 

“What if he tries to hurt her?” You ask. 

“It’s too public here he won’t risk it. We only step in if her life is in danger.” Simon says, he looks over at the picture quickly then back through the binoculars. You can kind of see what’s going on but the road is big. You see someone you think looks like her walk out the front door down the steps. 

“Is that her?” You ask, as you watch the blonde haired woman go down the steps. 

“Stand by.” You look over at Simon confused as he looks at the picture in the folder again.

“Yeah I think it is.” He says. You watch as she makes it past the car Ryan is in. He steps out. 

“What’s happening?” You ask. 

“They’re talking, she looks uncomfortable. He’s moving towards her she’s stepping back to the stairs.” Simon explains, you feel a wave of emotions sadness, fear. You can imagine what she’s feeling right now. You’ve been in her position you know what it’s like.

“She’s heading back to the building it looks like they have security. Yeah they’re not letting him in.” Simon says putting the binoculars down. 

“What now?” You ask, you already know, this is the proof the next stage is to get him.

“Now you don’t need to worry, me and Johnny will handle the rest.” Simon reaches over you again putting the binoculars back in the glove box. 

“I would like to know, so I can be involved in the future. You watch as Ryan goes back to the car defeated. 

“You’ll never be helping with that side of the job.” Simon says as a matter of fact. You scoff.

“Says who?” You ask, feeling insulted. 

“Me.” He replies twisting the key bringing the engine to life. You see Ryan and his car drive out the car park. You look at him as he pulls the van out. 

“You can’t stop me.” You say huffing. 

“You don’t want-” 

“Shut up about what I want, you and Price you’re both the same why can’t I decide what I want?” You snap interrupting Simon. He lets out a long sigh. 

“It’s a part of my life I don’t want you involved in.” Simon says sounding annoyed, you watch as he grips the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. 

“I don’t want you to see me do the things I have to do. I don’t want you involved. That part of my life it’s tainted, it’s messy. You’re…You’re too innocent.” He says. You’re stopped at a red light, you look over at Simon his eyes meet yours he seems mad. You don’t know what to say, he’s making you feel like a child. 

“I’m not that innocent.” You say quickly without thinking.

“You are, I know you’re mad now but you are. And that’s okay, you’re such a perfect part of my life. I don’t want you to be tainted too. What if you see something you don’t like and then you never want to speak to me again?” Simon says as he drives forward. 

“What would I see?” You ask keeping your eyes on him, his head flicks over to you every now and then. 

“Another side of me. A side I want you to stay well away from.” He says. The vagueness is just causing you to be more and more annoyed.

“Just be straight with me Simon. I can handle it.” You say, Simon looks at you and curses under his breath pulling off at the next available opportunity. You feel bad all of a sudden, like you’re about to get scolded by your parent’s for doing something wrong. Once Simon has stopped the van he turns to look at you pulling his mask down. His eyes are hard, it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“I have done horrible things, and I’m not just talking about killing people. I have hurt people in ways you can’t imagine.” He hangs his head, you feel bile rising in your stomach you swallow it away. Maybe he’s right you don’t want to think about Simon hurting anyone, especially when he’s been so gentle with you. 

“You are the only person in my life who does not look at me like I’m some kind of monster. Like you’re scared I would hurt you. Even after what happened with your ex you’re still here, you still..” He shakes his head it’s like he can’t find the words. You reach over and take his hand in yours squeezing it. 

“When I’m working, when I’m Ghost I’m a different person. I’m not the person you say you love I’m a bad person who does bad things. I hide my face for a reason.” You rub his hand with your thumb. 

“Do you kill people?” You ask, the words are quiet you want him to say no. 

“I do what I have to do to protect the people I care about. To make it home at the end of the day.” He says.

“Did you kill my ex?” You ask swallowing hard and squeezing his hand. 

“No.” He replies. You don’t believe him. It’s the first time you’ve not believed the words coming out his mouth. He looks up at you, looking in your eyes. 

“I don’t ever want you to look at me like I’m some kind of monster. I love you and if I lost you. I don’t know what I would do with myself. So I’m asking you please stay away from this side of the job.” You can hear the pleading in his voice, it’s almost desperate. It’s something you’ve never heard from him before. You know he’s being sincere.

“I love you too. I just want to help. I want to help people the way you helped me the way you’re helping Amelia.” You say sighing. 

“I know and I love you so much for that trust me I do. But when it comes to dangerous parts I don’t want you to be involved. I want you to be safe.” You let out a long sigh closing your eyes. You don’t want to lie to him, you don’t want to. You look up at him and plant your lips on his. You kiss him moving your hands to his face. He pulls you closer to him and you let his hands run down your arms. You pull away first resting your forehead on his. 

“I won’t get involved. But at least let me come with you, I’ll stay in the van I promise.” You say sighing. He lets out a long breath moving his hand to your chin forcing his face to look directly in his eyes. He closes his eyes for a second. 

“Okay, I’ll figure something out. If it makes you feel better. But you have to promise me you'll stay in the van.” He says eventually. You nod kissing him again, it’s a long kiss. A loving one, like he’s kissing you for the first and last time. It makes you sad. It makes you hate lying to him.          

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When you get back to work there is a heavy feeling in the air. Simon gets out the truck and you follow him heading straight up to John’s office.

“Soap, c’mon.” Simon says gesturing at Johnny who’s lounged out on the sofa’s to join you both. 

“Mission success?” Johnny asks as you walk into the office. You don’t know what to say to him you just stride past him catching up with Simon. You take a seat and Johnny takes the seat next to you. 

“How did it go?” John asks. 

“We got the evidence.” Simon says.

“How bad is it?” John asks. 

“He was there on her lunch break. He tried to talk to her but backed off once she got back into the building and security got involved. I reckon he needs a bit more then a gentle word.” Simon explains.

“What do you think?” John asks looking at you. You think back to what you read in the file about what she has been through so far. It still makes your stomach churn knowing there are people out there that go to such great lengths. He could hurt her, he’s already tried. 

“I think he takes time out of his day to drive to her place of work and harass her in public. That’s pretty serious. He could hurt her.” You say, you’re not sure what they want to hear, you’re just being honest. John presses his lips together giving you the look he does when he’s thinking. 

“Think we’re going to need blackmail?” John asks looking at Simon who’s stood behind you. 

“Don’t think so.” Simon replies. You look over at Johnny who’s tapping his fingers on the chair arm.

“Okay what’s the plan then?” John asks leaning back in his chair. 

“We have his address we know when he finishes work I say we get him then.” Simon says.

“Johnny?” John asks looking at him.

“You’re the boss LT.” Johnny says smiling. 

“Try and wrap this one up quickly yeah? Laswell has a job for us.” John says. Johnny sounds excited about that. You hear Simon turning to leave as Johnny gets up. You smile at John as he gets back to his paperwork. 

“Who’s Laswell?” You ask as soon as you’ve closed the door behind you. 

“Old friend.” Simon says. 

“From your military days?” You ask following them down the steps. Simon nods. Johnny and Simon talk while you grab a bite to eat.

The rest of the afternoon jobs fly by. It almost feels boring now following Simon around to people’s houses doing odd jobs. You actually end up doing some deliveries although instead of office supplies its ammo and weapons. Simon explains what each one is happy to talk about anything else then the stalker job.

When you get back to work it’s after 5 you guess it took him longer to get round all his jobs when you were trying to pick his brain each time. He instructs you to go home and that he will pick you up with Johnny later.

When you get home you start to plan. You dress in dark clothes and a hoodie, pick comfortable shoes that have soft bottoms. You shove gloves and the black surgical mask you took from the van when Simon wasn’t looking in your pockets. You switch your phone to silent while you remember. It feels like you’re forgetting something, like you should be more prepared.

It’s just nerves, you convince yourself, you’re pacing the flat when there is a knock at the door. You look through the peephole. It’s Simon, you take a deep breath in. Tonight you were going to get answers.  

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“Okay you know the rules?” Simon says as you arrive at the location. It’s a water treatment plant by the Thames. You nod.

“Stay in the car no matter what unless you or Johnny tell me otherwise.” You say having heard it for the hundredth time. Even Johnny was hesitant for you to be joining them tonight. His usual chipper attitude replaced with nervousness.

“And?” Simon asks.

“I was never here. I never saw you or anyone else.” You say. He leans over to kiss you.

“And?” He says again.

“If I call you I’m being murdered or on fire.” You say gripping your phone. Simon smiles passing you the car keys. It’s Simon’s car apparently they don’t need the van for this.  

“Someone asks you to move along do it, I’ll find you after.” He says. You nod, you’re nervous you hate lying to him. It’s not really lying though more misleading. You’re going to follow his instructions, you’re going to stay in the car and hear his side of the story when he comes back. At least that’s what he’ll think. There is a knock on the drivers side window it makes you jump. 

“Delivery for Ghost.” Johnny says. Simon sighs moving away from you and getting out the car. You watch as Simon pulls a mask over his face. Johnny waves at you, he seems back to his usual self you wave back. You watch them disappear to Johnny’s car parked behind. You hear shuffling and someone pleading, muffles shouts. Simon and Johnny aren’t saying anything.

You feel your heart skip a beat when you see them pulling a man with a black hood over his head and his hands zip-tied. It’s like something out of a movie it feels surreal, you watch as the lead him into the water treatment building. You pay attention to if the door is squeaking or not, that could give you away. It doesn’t seem like it but when they let it slam behind them it’s loud. Make sure you close it gently.

You don’t know if you want to do this now. You squeeze the keys in your hand, if you want to know what they get up to now is your chance. You wait for a few minutes mustering up the courage, to leave the safety of the car. You put the mask on pulling it up over your nose. You put the gloves on next and pull the hood up over your head. You get out the car your heart is thumbing hard in your chest, your breathing speeding up the adrenaline pulsing through your system. You’re shaking as you press the keys to lock the car.

Its dark and cold the sound of the Thames will give you good cover. You walk over to the door you saw Johnny and Simon go through, it’s a heavy metal door you have to use both hands to open. You slowly close it behind you, the room is loud you can hear rushing water, the pumps working. You leave the door on the latch in case you need to make a run for it. You’re hiding behind some kind of machinery, the place is dimly lit but you keep close to the ground, as you follow the pump pipes towards the light. 

“I don’t know if I believe him” You hear Johnny say. You keep moving slow, looking down at your feet every now and then to make sure you’re not going to bump into anything. There’s the sound of flesh hitting flesh. A punch maybe? A slap? 

“I promise I’ll leave her alone.” The voice breaks, as you take another step, you see Simon and Johnny with their backs to you. The man is sat in a chair, you’re holding your breath. Johnny is stood with his arms crossed while Simon rubs his ungloved hand. You watch straining to listen with the noise of the pumps working. It’s Ryan, he looks scared, his eyes wide his cheek red, you think you can see tears. You almost feel sorry for him then you remember why he’s here, what he did today, has been doing for months then you feel angry. 

“Nope, still not sure.” Johnny says. Simon looks at Johnny and you watch as his fist crashes into Ryan's face. His head snaps painfully and you have to bite your cheek to stop yourself gasping out loud. 

“Who are you anyway her new boyfriend?” Ryan asks looking at Johnny. You don’t hear what Johnny says as he bends down to speak to him. 

“I promise I won’t see her again.” He says. Johnny lets out a long sigh taking a step back. This time Simon’s fist slams into his stomach and he doubles over in pain. As much as he can, a grunt leaves his mouth. 

“Fuck what do I have to do to make you believe me?” He coughs. You’re frozen in place watching Johnny and Simon towering above him, you imagine Ryan being replaced with your ex. Is this what they did to him? Beat him to a pulp so bad he killed himself?  

“You need to prove it, you need to never see her again. Unless you want to see us again. And trust me you really don’t want to see us again.” Johnny says. You watch as Ryan’s eyes flick from Simon to Johnny. Johnny turns to look at Simon, his head looks towards you and your eyes meet.

You freeze which is the exact opposite of what you want to happen, your eyes wide as you watch Johnny’s head snap back to Simon. You’re not breathing but you force your body to move. You’re not even sure he saw you. He looked at you for a second if that.

You hear Johnny talking as your crawl your way to the door. Another slap of skin to skin fills the room, cutting through the noise of the pumps. As soon as the cool night air hits your face you’re on your feet running to the car. You fumble with the keys sitting back in the chair.

You pull your hood down and the mask off your face almost like it’s stopping you from breathing. You take in sucks of air, pulling the gloves off your shaking hands and shoving everything back in your pocket. You look at the door to the building expecting Johnny and Simon to come rushing out and scream at you for peaking but nothing happens. In nothing happens for what feels like hours.

When the door finally opens you wait watching them walk out with Ryan between them the hood back on his head. He’s silent, walking slower then before not trying to fight Simon or Johnny. Johnny won’t look at you, there’s a glint in his eye, he seems disappointed. He doesn’t say anything just walks straight past the car as Simon gets in the drivers seat. 

“How did it go?” You ask handing him the keys. 

“Fine.” He says starting the engine. You watch out the side mirror as Johnny’s car pulls away.

“Now what?” You ask, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice. 

“We wait, see if he really will leave her alone.” Simon says, you look at him as he takes his mask off and smiles at you. You smile back. 

“Lets go home.” He says reaching down for the gear stick. You feel sick and turn your attention out the window. He’s still the same Simon you love, you don’t feel any different. Only now you’ve broken his trust and he doesn’t even know.            

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You get into your flat. Simon didn’t see you but Johnny did. Johnny didn’t say anything. He won’t say anything, you hope he won’t say anything. You’re exhausted, Simon can sense it too. His hands find your waist when he’s kicked his shoes off and he bends down to kiss you. You kiss him back, hoping he wont sense the hesitation. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. Fuck.

“Tired,” you say his thumb comes up to rub your cheek. He smiles at you. 

“Want me to sleep on the sofa?” He still asks every time, even though you insist he always uses the bed. You grab his wrist leading him to the bedroom. You stand at the foot of the bed looking at he barrier you made out of the separate duvets you both sleep under. You want to do this you can do this. You trust Simon, even with what you’ve seen tonight.

He’s the person you call when you need help, he’s the person you want to wrap their arms around you and tell you everything is going to be okay. You pull the duvet Simon has been using on the floor then take yours and throw it in the air so it covers the whole bed. You can do this, sleep under the same covers as him. He would never hurt you. His arms wrap around your stomach and he kisses your neck. 

“You sure?” He asks. You nod turning in his arms looking up in his eyes. He’s nothing like the man you saw in the pump room. He’s soft, kind, loving. He was right, there is a big difference between Simon and Ghost. You reach up to kiss him wrapping your arms round his neck pushing your body up against him. You’re sure about this, you need to feel him near you. You need to remind yourself you’re safe and he would never hurt you. You pull away from the kiss. 

“Let me brush my teeth, I’ll be right back.” You say, he nods and you head to the bathroom. You change into pajamas and brush your teeth trying to distract yourself from what you saw today. You’re more concerned about Johnny, he saw you you’re sure he did. He could tell Simon then what if Simon thinks you’ve broken his trust. You promised you would stay away.

You leave the bathroom, when you get into the bedroom you see Simon. He’s changed his shirt, you look over at the bag he’s started bringing with him. Always full with a few days worth of clothes, his tablet and a toothbrush. He pulls the duvet back a little for you and you slip into bed.

You turn to the side slowly inching your body close to him. Your bare legs touch his, he’s wearing sweatpants. He’s going to be hot. His hand is on your face, pulling you up to him and he kisses your forehead. His body turns in the bed and you’re lying face to face. You can feel his body as your arms wrap round him your head being burred in his chest.

You can hear his heartbeat. He’s warm his touch is gentle his arms wrapping round you and pulling you against him giving you squeeze. It feels nice being in his arms like this, your hands moving to stroke his chest. You can feel each muscle, each scar, his chest rising and falling. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He says. It makes you smile, then a hot rod of guilt, like you’ve just been stabbed in the heart. You close your eyes trying to will it away. You broke his trust, you made a promise and you broke it. 

“Simon.” You say your voice quiet as you muster up the courage. He hums waiting for you to continue. 

“I saw you work tonight. In the pump house. I watched you.” There you’ve said it, the pain doesn’t go away. His arms leave you, his warm embrace gone. You open your eyes to look at him. There's a look you've never seen before.

Fear.

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getting under to get over (LN4). part 1

lando norris x !neale reader

after a break up you are desperate to have a good time on your birthday and forget about him and one of your father’s drivers seems to want to help out.

warnings-18+ cussing. mentions of drinking. mentions of the end of a long term relationship. reader was cheated on in a previous relationship. (somewhat) forbidden relationship. smut in upcoming parts. lando has been in love for years. oblivious reader.

part two

today was your birthday, a day that a younger version of yourself often looked forward to. a day dedicated to yourself, doing the things you wanted to do with the people that you wanted to spend time with. all your previous birthdays had been nothing less than perfect. but you knew that today was going to be quite different.

you were freshly single, and you were struggling with it. you had been with your ex boyfriend, harry since both of you were fifteen years old. Meaning that you had never been single in your adult life. yes you had watched your single friends go through the trenches but you had never been there yourself. you had never expected to be single, harry had been it for you. You thought that you would end up getting married and having the perfect life but of course that did not happen.

a few months before you broke up you noticed that your boyfriend had been rather distant, always citing work as the reason why he was not really present in your shared home as usual. You would often to go to bed without him home and wake up to an empty bed containing evidence that your lover did come home but did not stay very long. you had spoken to your friends about your situation, they had urged you to talk to him about it and to find out what was going on but every time you brought it up he shut you down, telling you that he loved you and he was just busy at the moment.

you decided to drop it and when his birthday came up you made your usual, “happy birthday to my love”, post tagging him in a picture of the two of you when you were both fifteen years old. however you noticed that harry had swiftly untagged himself from the picture on your page. But the damage was already done. within half an hour you had gotten a message from a girl telling you that she had been dating harry for the past six months and that she had no idea that he had a girlfriend. This was a massive shock to you. you could not even cope with seeing his face again so instead you packed all his things up and left them on the doorstep, you got the locks changed that afternoon and put a note on the door urging him to leave and never come back. you could forgive him for many things, but cheating on you was not one of them. the house was in your name as your father had brought it for you, so he had no reason to fight with you about everything. se could just leave and never come back. something that you really needed.

for the past seven years you had spent your birthday with harry, so this year was so different. you had no idea what you were going to do, you certainly did not want to rot in bed at home but you also did not want to force your busy friends and family into spending the day with you. you had vocalised your worries to your father over facetime but he had assured you that you did not need to worry about it and that he had a plan.

what you did not know was that your father had planned a birthday party for you and invited all of your friends, he had booked out a very nice hotel in london, the city you lived in, and made sure that everyone who was invited showed up. jonathan felt bad, he had also been blindsided by harry, he had thought that harry was the man for you so he had been very encouraging of your relationship with him, so his ultimate betrayal had also taken Jonathan by surprise. he just wanted to show you how much people did care about you, so he had invited everyone that you loved to celebrate you.

He had gotten you to the venue under the preface that you were going to be having a birthday dinner with him and your mother. You were dressed up because despite it being family dinner you still had a gorgeous red birthday dress that you wanted to wear, even if this birthday was not going to be as exciting as those in the past.

However when you walked into the hotel and was directed into the main venue room all the worries that you had about your first birthday as a single woman completely vanished. People cheered for you and you couldn’t help but smile brightly as you looked around the room seeing all those people that you cared about. Amongst the crowd were your closest friends, your family and even people your father worked with including the two mclaren drivers, whom you loved. Oscar was newer to the team but you still saw him in a brotherly manner and lando was someone you truly did care about.

you and lando had been acquainted ever since he joined mclaren quite a few years ago now. lando had only ever known you as a taken woman, he had met harry quite a few times and every single time he couldn’t help but think that you could do much better than harry. harry always seemed to want to keep you hidden, he was much more interest in talking about himself than paying you much bother. this was something that lando had noticed since first meeting harry and it was something that lando simply did not understand. If he ever got the chance to have a girl like you he would put you on a pedestal, he would make sure everyone knew that you were his. christ, they would have to stop him from telling every passer by that he was the lucky man to have you by his side.

it was safe to say that lando had quite the crush, it was something that started innocently three years ago when you were twenty years old and he was twenty one. he had stopped seeing you as adrian’s daughter and started seeing you as more, as someone that he wanted to be able to hold, someone that he wanted to listen to yap on forever, he embraced all of your characteristics, even the ones that seemed to annoy harry. lando took all of them his stride and he had always hoped that you would notice his treatment of you. alas, you were clueless, you had heart eyes for harry, you were captivated by a man who only gave you half of his attention and it was something that had annoyed lando so much that he had decided to take a step back from you. He had remained friendly with you whenever you visited the paddock but he no longer went out of his way to talk to you because you were taken, and lando could not watch on as you loved a man that was not you.

so seeing lando at your birthday party had been quite the shock for you but it was a good surprise. at the beginning of your party everyone came over wishing you happy birthday and you beamed at everyone just thanking them all for coming, hugging everyone and just feeling completely overwhelmed by all the love that you were feeling. you had thanked pretty much everyone when you felt a firm hand on your shoulder and a pair of lips ghosting your ear, “happy birthday y/n”, a familiar voice spoke and you turned around to be met with the sight of lando. you flashed him one of your famous bright smiles. “thank you lando”, you spoke as you pulled him in for a quick hug. “i’m not going to lie, i was not expecting to see you here, we haven’t spoken in a while”, you stated as you looked up at the driver. “your father invited me, he made it clear that it was not optional”, lando spoke and he noticed your face fall a little at the thought that he was forced to come and didn’t actually want to attend, “but i would have come anyway y/n, i missed you”, he spoke candidly. “i do need to talk to you about something”, he spoke and you tilted your head slightly in confusion, “what is it lando?”, you questioned only to watch the man shake his head at your question. “not now y/n, later. In private”, he spoke tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, looking deeply into your eyes for a moment before turning and walking to go mingle with the over guests.

leaving you stood there, confused, wondering what he could possibly want to talk about in private.

[lvrrgirlll]

Tolerate It (series)

Synopsis: Life as Patrick Zweig’s controversially young girlfriend should have been a dream, but it was anything but. He was a broken man. You were a girl who knew all too well. Who’s to say whether you’ve got it wrong now…

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Pairing: Patrick Zweig x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, finger sucking, switch!patrick and switch!reader, maybe cock warming (?), tiny bit of angst, half proofread

Notes: Haven’t updated in forever but I swear this will all come together pls stick with me! Also sorry if the time jumps are confusing lol, I’m trying something…

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Part 4: The downtown lights

2020:

After that night you didn’t hear from Patrick again. You had honestly expected him to call or text, but he didn’t. It was radio silent. And at first you were glad for that. Of course, those feelings changed. As it sunk in how lonely you were…how lonely you had been even during your relationship, what with not telling anyone for fear of judgment or upsetting him, not to mention the fact that he clearly saw you as just some doting kid. It was embarrassing looking back. And it was embarrassing now that you missed him.

Some nights were harder than others. When you’d come back from parties with your friends, still drunk, you’d always think just how bad would it actually be if you texted him? You never did, obviously. But you wanted to, and that was enough.

2025:

“And Patrick Zweig has found his way back into the circuit, who would’ve thought, with a pretty good chance of winning this thing. What do you think?” The TV chattered away in the background, your ears perking up at the name. Patrick Zweig. You hadn’t thought of him in ages. So he made his way back into the game…that was surprising. Last you saw him, he was pathetic; a loser; a cheater. But there he was, on your hotel’s TV, living his dream. Go figure.

You had eventually gotten over him, mourning whatever you believed you had dreamt was there that he clearly did not feel, and moving on with your life. You dated others here and there, but nothing exactly lasted, so here you found yourself 23 and single. The world was your oyster. You had finished your degree and got a decent job working in marketing for a pretty known company. You weren’t very high in the ranks, but you had time to move on up. They had sent you and a few coworkers out to LA for a client meeting, which is how you found yourself sat in the hotel bar sipping a cosmopolitan while the TV blabbered on about your famous ex. In a strange way, you were sort of glad to see he had gotten back on his feet. Maybe he actually took your advice. Probably not, though. You doubted he thought twice about you after the breakup. How wrong you were…

2020:

Patrick had spent every day since that night trying to take your advice and get himself together. At first, he wallowed for a bit, wondering if you were naive enough to take him back after a simple apology. After the way you yelled at him, though, he doubted it. Eventually, he actually called his parents from his car, in Atlanta for a match.

“Patrick?” His mother questioned him through the phone.

“Hey Mom, um, h-how are you and Dad doing,” Patrick offered awkwardly. He was making an effort. There was a lingering silence on the other end of the phone. Patrick hadn’t spoken to either of his parents in at least a year, but probably longer. The last time they spoke all they really exchanged was a brief ‘I hope you’re well’ and then both parties carried on with their separate lives.

“We’re fine. Is something wrong?” Her speech was cold. She sounded confused and somewhat uncomfortable.

“Well, uh…no. Not really. I, uh…I just…” it was hard for him to be vulnerable, especially with his parents. He was lucky his mom had picked up and not his dad, as his dad was always harsher than his mom. “Listen, Mom, I know it’s a lot to ask, but uh…could I maybe borrow some money? I promise I’ll pay it back as soon as I can! I just kind of need to get my footing…it’s a bit embarrassing.” He mumbled that last part.

Again a lingering silence permeated the call. He was about to ask if his mom was still there when his dad picked up the phone.

“Patrick, I can’t understand you. You call at such an odd hour, obscurely asking us for money…how will I know exactly when you’ll pay us back? You don’t have a reputation for responsibility, and that is my failure, but it is a failure that we both must live with now.” His dad’s usual harshness came through, strong as ever. “Why borrow money? Why not just come work for us, be on the board? There’s good money to be had here…it’s a safe career. Tennis is behind you, son.” Patrick wouldn’t listen, though. Tennis was his life. He couldn’t let that go.

“No, Dad. You don’t understand. I’ve got a shot, really, I just need to be able to get there. Please. Lend me the money and I’ll make you proud. And…” he stammered for a moment. “And if I don’t…make you proud, that is, I’ll come join the board. Alright?” Patrick could hear the brief shuffling of his parents discussing his proposition. He knew what he was doing. He was confident that he wasn’t signing a death sentence here.

“Fine. How much do you need?”

2025:

In all honesty, it was hard to see him winning like this —literally. To see him doing so well…and having not heard a word about it…it hurt. As foolish as it was, you had sort of, deep down, held out hope that if he ever pulled himself together, he would reach out, let you know, and you could give it another go. Taking a sip from your drink, you resigned yourself to having to move on from your silly, childish hopes.

As you were wrapping up at the bar, paying the check and getting your coat, you noticed a certain someone, however, just coming in. It couldn’t be…

“Patrick?” You asked in astonishment. He looked up from his phone, expecting a fan, but finding you instead.

“Y/N? Wha- what are you doing here?” You had heard that same question 5 years ago in that dive bar, but this time you were delighted to hear those words.

“I- uh…I’m here for work. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve got a match around here in 2 days, so I’m here to get familiar with the area first. It’s this thing my coach’s got me doing.” Hearing him reference a coach was refreshing. If you had kept up with him more, you might know who his coach is; he’d be happy to tell you of all people how he reunited with his former best friend and how Tashi Duncan now coaches him, but that’s besides the point.

“Oh, nice…” there was a brief pause, neither of you exactly knowing what to say. “You look good,” you remarked.

“So do you,” he replied with his usual swagger, but a genuineness lying beneath it. “Would you want to get a drink with me? Y’know, it’s been so long. It could be nice to catch up.” Who would you be to deny him?

That’s how you found yourself now in a bar— well, more like a small club— with famous tennis player, and your ex-boyfriend, Patrick Zweig. He insisted on going somewhere better than the hotel bar, so you two walked beneath the cool hues of the street lights to an intimate little club he’d heard of, with a great bar. It wasn’t overly classy, but it wasn’t a trashy club either. It was sort of like Patrick: open but intimate, smooth with a rugged edge, and comfortable but unpredictable.

“So what are you doing now?” Patrick asked before taking a sip of his beer.

You shrugged. “Nothing too interesting, just marketing. Trying to work my way up, y’know?” He nodded in response, taking another sip. “What about you? Clearly you took my advice?” Your body felt hot as you asked him that, half worried he’d completely forgotten about that night and your whole speech. Honestly, you still felt like a fool in front of him, reduced to nothing but your pure emotions. To your surprise, he chuckled.

“Actually, yeah, I did. To be honest I was sort of broken up about the whole thing. I wasn’t ready for a wake up call like that, but it’s what I needed. I have you to thank for where I am today.” His kind words were shocking, honestly off putting coming from someone so notoriously cocky. You almost didn’t know how to reply.

“Me?” There was absolutely no way in your mind he did all of this for you.

“I mean…I had always hoped…at some point or another we could be together again…y’know, give it another go,” he looked up from his drink then, eyes questioning you dangerously, but longingly too. He had missed you. He had thought of you. He wanted to be with you.

And who could refuse Patrick Zweig?

You didn’t bother responding, partly your longing for him taking over, partly the couple of drinks you had had, as you lean forward and pull him into a passionate kiss. Though he seems surprised at first, he settles into it quickly, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. He reaches for the back of your head for leverage, effectively taking control here. You didn’t mind that though. Being this close to him you could take in the scent of his cologne. It was the same one you had bought for him when you were first together. God, having some restraint was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

Luckily, it seemed Patrick was feeling the same, as his cold hands snaked around your neck, pushing your hair away from your face before leaning in close and whispering “wanna go to my hotel room?” He asked so softly that you almost felt like you had imagined it. But your other senses confirmed you hadn’t. The chill on the back of your neck that ran down your spine at the feeling of his hand…his hot breath fanning across your chest…taking in the sight of him in such need and so close to you after so much time apart. This was real and this was happening, and you felt completely powerless at the will of Patrick.

“Mhmm,” was all you could offer in such a state of awe. You nodded lightly, eyes blown as you reached for his hand, a smile gracing your lips.

“There’s my good girl,” he smirked as he took your hand, leading you out of the bar at a quick pace. You two walked beneath the downtown lights, practically racing back to the hotel. This wasn’t just about sex…not for you anyways. This was your chance to reconnect with Patrick, someone you really had loved, in every possible way. It felt like the world’s possibilities had opened up again. There was a new brightness to everything that you hadn’t seemed to notice in his years long absence. But it was there again now. 

When you two reached the hotel, it was hard to contain yourselves as the elevator slowly climbed to the 13th floor where Patrick was staying. “Lucky number 13,” he has remarked, giving you a wicked grin as he pressed the button in the elevator. Upon finally getting to his room, the two of you were on each other again like wild animals. He pushed you up against the door, kissing from your lips down to your neck. He looked up at you devilishly before making quick work of the buttons on your blouse. He leaned in once more, placing warm kisses along your clothed breasts. “I missed you baby…” he mumbles against your skin. God, you missed him too. You push him off of you then, surprising him as you pull him further into the room and towards the bed.

“I can’t wait, Pat…forget the foreplay, I need you,” you almost beg him as you work to remove the rest of your clothes.

“Shit, you don’t have to tell me twice,” he chuckles out as he follows suit. When you’re ready you lay on the bed looking up at him sweetly, innocently, as if you had no clue what you do to him. You did, of course, but it was fun to make it seem so effortless. He climbed over you, his arms caging you against the bed as he smiled down at you. Practically doing a push up, he came down to kiss you tenderly before eyeing you carefully. “You wanna do this baby?” Always the gentleman, he had to make sure.

“Uh huh, I do. I really do, Pat,” you whimpered back, riddled with need. He nodded then, lining himself up against your entrance before sinking deep within you. The feeling of being filled so completely was beyond what any words could truly describe.

“Oh, fuck baby,” he murmured as he started to move, slowly at first, seemingly for his own sake of lasting more than yours. His pace picked up quickly, though, leaving you both a moaning mess. As his hips pistoned between your thighs, moving in and out with such a sweet rhythm, a thought crossed your mind. You were feeling needy, that was true, but you remembered how needy he could be too way back when. And if he could be like that then, then after not seeing you for so long…you were curious.

“Fuck, Pat, c’mere,” you whined as you motioned for him to lean down, close to your face. He followed your instruction, pressing the weight of his body against yours as you looked at each other face to face.

“What is it babe,” he asked as his hips continued to snap in and out of you rapidly. Without saying another word, you flipped the two of you over with surprising ease. You sat up, now on top, riding him like there was no tomorrow. “Fuck- holy shit- babe, oh my god, shit- don’t stop,” he moaned. You liked hearing him like this, but he could be a bit loud. Not wanting to wake the neighbors, you smirked down at him as you rode, bringing your fingers up to his mouth and quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Wouldn’t want to be too loud…” you remind him as he takes your fingers in his mouth, moaning around them this time. It didn’t really change much sound wise, but fuck if it wasn’t hot. To see him like this too after so much time…it was good to know you still held some power. (Or at least, you thought you did). Feeling that familiar hot feeling in the bottom of your stomach, you knew your high was close. Patrick’s must’ve been too because you could feel him twitch inside of you whenever he hit that spongey spot deep inside. “Fuck, Pat…m’gonna…m’gonna,” you whimpered from atop him.

“Me too, princess, me too,” he gasped out around your fingers. He sounded so breathless…it was so beautiful. “Fuck, here it comes,” he moaned as he threw his head back, releasing inside of you in hot sticky ropes. That sent you over the edge as you cried out in high-pitched, intelligible squeals. As your climax ended, you collapsed onto Patrick’s chest, leaning into him. He was still inside of you as you laid on him sleepily.

“Mmm, thank you,” you murmured. He laughed at your words, reaching to pet your hair from beneath you.

“You don’t have to thank me for fucking you, babe, it’s what boyfriend’s do.” It was new, strange, and unfamiliar to hear him so willingly refer to himself as your boyfriend, especially after such a whirlwind reunion. But you weren’t upset. It was nice if nothing else.

“Hmm, yeah, you’re right…boyfriend,” you mumbled into the bare skin of his chest. He smiled at you as you drifted off to sleep. He’d wake you in a bit and get you both cleaned up, but you looked too peaceful right now. And of course he’d have to buy you a morning after pill tomorrow, but again, it’s what boyfriends do, right?

[faededaway]

Natsuo and Fuyumi Todoroki x reader

ATTENTION: it's polygamy. It truly is a Natsuo and Fuyumi's girlfriend type'a thing. (No description of reader besides use of the word girlfriend) about 2k words.

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Natsuo has a hard time dating people. After reaching a certain point he always pulls back. He always makes sure to do it as early as possible. He was going to do the same with you. He told himself he would let you go before seeing you in his jacket felt more natural than wearing it himself, before waking up without you felt like a nightmare, before he starts thinking of what you'd like to eat for dinner when he's cooking, before he aligns his holidays with yours, before-

Before it was too late.

But, it was too late. You were in the shower when he did it. You made a remark about the water being cold enough to make you cry. He didn't say anything until you got out. He'd packed your stuff and laid out an outfit for you.

“Maybe you find me too cold, too.”

You'd laughed and told him, “Natsu! Of course I don't! I was talking about the water. My fingers hurt from the cold.”

“Don't they hurt when you hold mine?”

There'd been a lot of back and forth. You'd spent weeks trying to convince the love of your life that you didn't mean anything metaphorical. You were being literal. You recalled every hug, every hand held, every bed shared, every time you touched, every time you bared yourself to him. None of it made any difference as he wasn't leaving because of you. He was leaving because of himself.

Last time you'd spoken, you had begged him to give you a reason for why he left. You'd begged him to meet you one more time. He'd stayed quite on the other side of the call. You'd said, “you know? I, I do find you very, very, cold, Natsuo. C-cold enough to make me cry for the rest of my life.” The crack in your voice was reflected in the crack in his heart. He vouched to never date again.

Then you met Fuyumi. Fuyumi.

Everything about her appealed to you. Her smile, her voice, her glasses, her hair, her hobbies, even her gait. The more you learned about her, the more you liked her.

Fuyumi. Fuyumi who fills every corner of her life with warmth.

You didn't realize her relation to Natsuo until you saw him in her house.

You had just showered after spending the night with Fuyumi. She was making tea in the kitchen. It was your small routine.

If she spent the night at yours, you made the tea. If you spent the night at hers, she made the tea. The other person would shower and make their way to the kitchen. Then you'd embrace each other with soft smiles and softer kisses.

“Your tea always tastes better than mine! Tell me your secrets!”, you peppered her neck with kisses to hear her giggle, your real source of warmth through the cold.

“I can say the same about yours. You make it just how I need it”, she turned to wrap her arms around your neck and kiss your temple.

You closed your eyes to savor the short moment you had before you'd separate for work.

“Sorry, it took me a while. The water was so cold, I almost cried.”

A shattering noise from the adjacent living room made Fuyumi jump in shock.

You turned around to see him, of all people, with a half cracked frozen mug, sitting on the couch you and Fuyumi first made love on.

“Natsuo! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Don't touch the broken pieces. I'm bringing a dustpan,” Fuyumi left your arms to help your ex-boyfriend fix his mess.

Natsuo.

Natsuo. The reason you cried for six months straight.

Natsuo. The reason you walked on eggshells around every person you knew for fear of upsetting them enough to leave you.

Natsuo. Your first love who carved out a whole chunk of your personality and threw it away while throwing away 2 years of your life.

You were one more thought away from dropping to your knees when Fuyumi said something worse, “love, meet Natsuo, my brother. He said he made too much food so he brought some over to share with us.”

Natsuo. Fuyumi's brother.

Sirens blared in your head, a thousand exclamation marks were drawn all italicized. For the first time, something she did took warmth away from your life.

It did make some things fall in place. Like, why you liked her so much from the get-go. She looks like him. Laughs like him. Or maybe he laughs like her. Same laugh, they have the same laugh. They smell similar. Same detergent, you assume. Her hands hold yours the way his did. They listen to the same obscure vinyl record, only Fuyumi plays it on a record while Natsuo played it on his walkman. There were a thousand other things you could list. Like that time you got a dirty look from a restaurant owner that Fuyumi said was a family friend. It didn't make sense then but ah, I did go there with Natsuo.

For the second time, the love of my life would leave me because I said something about a stupid cold shower.

You laughed. An honest, amused laugh until there were tears in your eyes and said, “Fuyumi, I know your brother as well as I know you.”

Natsuo had forgotten your voice in the 2 years you spent apart. But he'd never forget your face. His first thought upon seeing you was did she do this for revenge?

But then, your voice cracked the way it did when you last spoke to him. And he knew, life was being cruel to him and you and Fuyumi once more time.

He cursed himself internally for thinking you would stoop this low for revenge. He, more than anyone else, should know how he contributed to this. In the two years you dated, he never once introduced you to any family member. He told himself you were temporary. And you, you never had an interest in celebrities to look up 'Endeavor's family members'.

But Fuyumi loves you enough to talk about you at family dinners. I think you will like her. She's very sweet and pretty. She gave me a vinyl record of her favorite song. I just think, whatever we have, I want it to last. I really want you to meet her so she knows how serious I am about her.

“You-, you do?”, Fuyumi's voice was faint. The stillness of the room was the only reason it was audible.

You looked like you wanted to cease existing.

Natsuo got up from his seat. Two of the women he loved, loves, were going to fall apart because of him.

“I, it's fine! We were young and it was a long-”

A sob left your chest. Fuyumi was by your side in an instant, holding your falling body.

Natsuo sat back down and held his chest while you cried in Fuyumi's arms.

Everyone had called their work and asked for a day off. Natsuo had called and asked his friend to take notes for him.

You were all seated around the kotatsu. Natsuo had served the food he brought over. Fuyumi's tea was served on the side.

You picked at your plate and nibbled occasionally. You were seated next to Fuyumi. Your left hand held onto her sweater.

The Todorokis exchanged glances. While Natsuo didn't introduce you to the family, he did tell his sister about his last girlfriend (aka, the reason he stopped eating for 2 weeks straight).

Fuyumi knew Natsuo's girlfriend. He had confided in her during your breakup. She knew how he broke your heart and knew why he did it. Their father left different wounds on each of them, some of them hurt others in these ways. But she didn't want to hurt you or lose you.

She took a deep breath and asked a brave question, “what if you dated?”.

“I don't want you to leave me!”, your hand clutching her sweater tightened.

“I know. I know, honey. I am-, I'm not leaving you,” she squeezed your left hand to reassure you.

Natsuo, who understood her question, choked on his meal.

His sister was proposing something blasphemous. He had to brush out the thought as soon as possible. No.

That's all he had to say. But the thought of feeling you and holding you in his arms again, and to have you hold onto him like you're holding Fuyumi held him back.

“Yes.” He said before he could convince himself otherwise.

You jerked your head towards him. His sister hummed in thought. You glanced between the siblings to try and understand what they were thinking.

Natsuo moved to sit by your right side and Fuyumi drew in a breath again.

The two of them held a hand of yours before Fuyumi spelled it out for you, “darling, I understand that finding out your first love and your current girlfriend are siblings isn't easy for you to take. But I think there's an easy solution here. I love you so much. And I know how much Natsuo loved you, how much he still loves you. I know how loving be would be to you, how much better he would be today. I'd love to see you be loved like that. Will you let us both love on you?”

“I, I don't get-”

“Date us both. Go out with both of us. Love her and let me love you, again”, Natsuo simplified the thought for you.

You gaped at the two of them while trying to form coherent responses. You couldn't wrap your head around it. What part of it was easy? What part of it made sense? Dating two siblings at the same time, one being your ex, made no sense.

“Let me kiss you. Just once. If that doesn't help you, we can forget this whole thing. And I'll leave you alone”, Natsuo suggested.

Hearing him say ‘I will leave you alone’ hurt more than you expected it to. Do you still have feelings for him?

You looked back at Fuyumi to see how she felt about his suggestion. She wore an encouraging. To help you, she held your chin and kissed you.

When you separated to take a breath, she turned your chin towards your ex.

He gave you a second to hesitate before leaning in.

His lips still felt the same. He cupped your face with both his hands and kissed you like he was making up for the two years he spent apart from you. You let go of your girlfriend's sweater and brought your hands over to his chest.

You liked it. You liked it a lot. You missed him. You wanted him. Tears spilled from your face and you choked on a sob.

Natsuo pulled away immediately.

“But, what will, ah, how, people, and uh, people, and your mom and my mom, and others, and you're siblings. And I don't-”, you had so many worries. All of them spilled over in an incoherent mess. Your chest heaved. Your body shook.

Your two loves steadied you in their arms. One kissed your head while the other kissed your hand.

“We can explain. I am sure your friends will understand. It may be harder to explain to our families but we can work on that slowly,” Fuyumi held your face in her chest and consoled you.

“You don't have to think of everything now or today. Just focus on us now,” Natsuo rubbed your head.

The two of them were truly like your rocks. Having both of them here made you think how could I not want this?

“O-okay.”

And that's how you became Fuyumi and Natsuo's girlfriend.

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As It Was

Summary: Javier has finally come back home, hoping his new demons from Columbia will drown out the ones he originally ran away from. Unfortunately, he’s not having much luck.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: mentions of a car accident and relative/old girlfriend death

(This is just an introductory chapter, but other chapters may include smut. All will be marked with correct warnings)

A/N: this has been sat in my drafts for a couple weeks now. I had hoped to write the whole thing and drop it in one go, but seeing as I’m back to writing my book I don’t know when I’ll come back to it and it’s too good not to share. I was going to make this a reader insert however the opportunity to use Taylor Swift songs and do perspectives from the female characters perspective labelled Taylor’s Version was too good an opportunity to pass so it is an OFC fic (I hope that’s okay). Anyway this is the first in this little mini series inspired by Harry Styles songs and I hope you enjoy. So without further ado, welcome to Javi’s House!

ONE : As It Was

Javier didn’t want to come home. He’d been running for so long he didn’t even know what home was anymore. He wasn’t a complete asshole so of course he had been back once or twice to visit his Dad; but whenever he had, he had never actually left the farm. That was unless he absolutely had to, or he was headed back to the airport to travel to wherever the DEA sent him next.

For the longest time, Javier thought his demons from everything that happened back home would forever haunt him and be his boogeyman, but after nearly 15 years working for the DEA and his countless years spent in Columbia, everything back home finally felt like the lesser of two evils. So here he was, back living on his Father’s ranch, hoping that the moment he set foot back in town, it would be easier than when he was 21.

“Ey, hijo,” Chucho said, slapping a hand on his son’s shoulder over the back of the couch, “what do you want for dinner? I’m gonna call down to Annette’s, grab something to take out tonight.”

Javier rubbed at his face as he tried to remember who Annette was and what type of restaurant she had. Annette had been a school friend of his Father’s. She’d opened up a small bar and restaurant in town back in the 60’s. They usually had local talent playing on a stage in the corner on weekends and Javier had many memories as a child of being taken there as a kid.

“That place still open?” Javier frowned slightly as he looked back at his Father to find he had stepped away to potter in the open plan kitchen on the far side of the house, getting himself a scrap of paper and pen to note down the order ready to call.

“Yeah,” Chucho sighed as he made his way back over to Javi, a slightly pained expression on his face that he attempted to hide. His father’s health had been yet another reason why Javier had come home. He knew his Father was stubborn. They’d spoken multiple times over the years about either hiring some help or his Father selling up and retiring properly; but the ranch had been his parent’s dream and he knew his father would never give it up before he completely ran himself into the ground first. “You know,” Chucho added, “they did it up last year, looks really nice. Annette’s aunt died and left her some money, so they spent it on doing the place up. Looks real modern and nice. They redid the stage and everything.”

“Nice.” Javier nodded nonchalantly as he turned his head back towards the TV and the evening news. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to step out of his old life completely. And every time he saw the boats on the river at the back of his Father’s property, it only made things worse.

“I’m gonna order the ribs.” Chucho said to himself proudly, as if he was getting himself a real treat, as he flicked through a leaflet in his hands. Annette’s place was more of a cafe by day, bar and restaurant by evening; and although she had long stopped doing take out food in the evening, she always made an exception for Chucho. “What about you, Javi?”

“Huh?” Javier said, struggling to pull himself away from the TV, “Ribs? Yeah, sounds good.”

“Eh, son,” Chucho sighed, looking from Javier to the TV, “you should really stop watching that crap. Your life is here now-”

“I know, but-”

“But- nothing.” Chucho said, reaching for the remote and turning the TV off. “Aye, Javi,” he sighed again, feeling pity for his son. He knew things hadn’t been easy for him over the years; losing his mother, the accident, his life fighting that mad man Escobar- he just wished his son still believed that he could have peace and a happy life- like he did- but Chucho knew better. He knew how much his wife’s death had affected the way he had raised his son alone. His own demons bleeding through, teaching Javi to hold on, instead of letting go.

“Why don’t you go into town to pick it up.” Chucho suggested, “See how different things are there for yourself. You’ll soon see things aren’t the same as they once was.”

Javier was reluctant, but in the end agreed. After all, he had chosen to come back and live here for good now. He couldn’t just hide away anymore.

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The last time Javier had gone into town, it had still looked like it had in his youth. Paint chipped murals on the side of buildings. Flaking paint around the edges of shop windows. Certain shops, long boarded up, others more recently shut for good. But a recent benefactor had invested a lot of money into doing the place up. New trendy shops and cafes lined the street, scattered amongst the old familiar traders such as the butcher’s and the fishmongers- there was even an arcade now for the local kids. As Javier pulled into a spot at the side of the road, just a little ways up from Annette’s, he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on a particular hair salon across the road.

The last time he had seen it, it had still been boarded up, remnants of the smashed headlights and brick, still scattered amongst the broken glass of the shop window from where the car had spun out of control and driven straight into it.

The memory burned through him, the sound of the car horn from how her body had slumped against the steering wheel, suddenly echoed in the back of his mind. He closed his eyes and forced the memory to go away, attempting to replace it with the memories of more recent horrors. ‘It’ll get better he told himself’, as he composed himself once more, shaking off all of the memories and climbing from the cab of his truck. He can still feel the memory haunting and calling for him to look back, but the sounds of the crowd and music down the road at Annette’s called louder- along with a need for Annette’s famous ribs in Jack Daniel’s BBQ sauce.

As he steps closer, he sees what his Father meant. Annette really has done the place up. The old windows now fold open, people spilling out onto tables under a veranda on the street. Quirky halogen bulb string lights go back and forth in lines, both inside and outside. All of the old tables and chairs have been replaced, making way for new freshly sanded pine tables and benches with metal legs and where the old stage used to be a small thing tucked in the corner, it now spans most of the right wall inside. The bar itself didn't look too much different, the stools were the same old beer bottle top inspired seats, but all the taps looked new, including a couple extras for some local craft beers.

The place was heaving, people chatting loudly over background music from the jukebox whilst a few members of a band began setting themselves up on stage. Javier checked his watch- five minutes to seven- the live music on the weekends always started at seven, nice to know some things hadn’t changed.

“Hi, can I help.” A cheerful young voice said from behind the bar, drawing Javier’s attention away from the stage and back to the task at hand.

“Uh, yeah,” he said to the blonde who couldn’t be that much older than 21 herself, “I’m picking up an order for Chucho.” he shouted back across to her.

“Oh you must be Javi,” she smiled, “Annette said you’d be stopping by, she said you’d just gotten back from Columbia.”

“Uh, yeah.” Javier gave her a polite but small smile that told her he didn’t really want to talk about it.

She hesitated a second, not sure how to respond, “Uh, I’ll just go back and check on the food for you.” she quickly said uncomfortably, as she began to make her way out through a door on the far right side of the bar.

Javier rubbed at his face and sighed. He felt bad for making her uncomfortable, she was only doing her job, but he had always found small talk arbitrary.

A sudden tap, tap, tapping on a microphone burst through the speakers and Javier found himself turning, along with the rest of the patrons of Annette’s, towards the stage where a guy- not too younger than Javier- now stood center stage, ready to announce the band.

“How we all doing tonight?” the man cried and the crowd, scattered around the bar, began to hoot and holler and whistle. “I’m glad to hear it!!!” he replied and the crowd began to settle a little. “Now, although we all know you love coming out for Annette’s signature sauce, we know you come out on a Friday for these guys even more!” He said, and the crowd began to holler again, as a young brunette climbed up onto the stage behind him, nodding and smiling to her bandmates, as the guy from Annette’s continued to introduce them. “So without further ado, their your favorites and ours, give it up, for BlueBirds on a Wireeeeee!!”

The lights went down and a couple of spotlights switched on, illuminating the stage and when the young woman who fronted the group stepped forward, Javier was sure he was looking at a ghost. “Good evening everyone, we’re so happy to be back here at Annette’s to entertain ya’ll this evening,” she beamed and the crowd roared as the band began to play the intro to a Dolly Parton country classic, “ To get everybody going we thought we’d start with a good ol’ country sing-a-long!” she continued to encourage the crowd. “Are you ready?!” The crowd cheered back- before they all began to sing Jolene.

Javier couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She looked and sounded just like- the sound of the door behind the bar swinging open and closed behind him, broke Javier from his thoughts. “Here you go. Two portions of ribs with extra chips and onion rings.” the young blond said, placing a white plastic bag on top of the bar.

Caught off guard, Javier quickly scrambled around in the pocket of his jeans for his wallet. “Uh, how much is it?” he asked loudly over the band and the singing crowd.

“Don’t worry about it.” the blond said back, “Annette says she owes Chucho anyway.”

“Oh, okay.” Javier said, reaching to grab the handles of the carrier bag, as the singing of the crowd grew louder.

‘Jolene, Jolene, JOLENE, JOLEEENNEE, I’M BEGGING OF YOU PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY MAN!”

“Wow,” Javi said, looking from the crowd, back to the young woman behind the counter, “is it always like this?”

She smiles, “When the Bluebird’s play? Yes!” she shouted back over the noise, before she went back to wiping the bar top and unloading glasses from the washer.

Javier knew he should leave, get the food back home to his Dad before it went cold, but he couldn’t seem to pull himself away. Whether it was the comradery of the crowd, a sense of family and belonging he hadn’t felt in a long time, or the memory that currently stood before him on the stage he wasn’t sure.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause, causing the brunette on stage to take a small bow, before she gave a small wave to a couple regulars who sat near the front of the stage.

When the crowd finally died down, she brought the microphone back up to her lips. “Now, as you all know, it’s been 20 years now since I lost my older sister, not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. So, if it’s alright with you, for our next song, I’d like to sing an original piece we’ve written in her memory called ‘Summer’, is that alright with you?” she cried into the crowd and they all clapped and whistled in support.

Smiling, if not a little teary eyed from the support, the young brunette stepped back from the microphone to where the guitarist of the band held out an acoustic guitar for her, that she slipped over her head. She gave him a small smile and a nod before she stepped back up to the microphone stand again and the crowd gave another cheer of support. She cleared her throat, strummed a G chord once, as if to ready herself, then she began to play.

The summer breeze, reminds me of how things used to be,

Holding hands and climbing trees, mhmmm,

You showed me how and helped me get back on my feet,

When I would fall and scrape my knees, mhmm,

Drinking grape sodas we would laugh in the back of the car,

The windows down we would sing, though we never went far, oh’

As the chorus kicked in, so did the rest of the band.

In the stars I will see you on those summer nights,

Running through the park chasing neon lights,

Laughing in the dark and those weekend fights,

Being with you all day and all night

Kissing in the dark like I couldn’t see

Showing how to love and setting me free

Summer you’ll be standing right next to me

Forever, forever for the world to see.

As the brunette sang, her lyrics triggered memory after memory- until it all fell into place. Him, Summer and her younger sister Taylor, running around in the park chasing fireflies. Summer’s favorite drink he used to buy for her before he went to pick her up. Sneaking kisses when she thought her younger sister wasn’t looking. Her late night calls after she had put her younger sister to bed so she could talk about her parent’s arguing. That’s why he had felt like he’d seen a ghost when she had stepped on stage. Taylor had grown into the spitting image of her sister, singing songs and keeping her memory alive for many more years to come.

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watched a recap of a romance erotica book called twisted love and i'd never heard of it up until like yesterday when i watched the video bc i have no idea what's going on in the tik tok world as well as the book world because i'm very bad at doing my hobbies. anyway, jesus christ what a wreck of a book. i can fix this. i can make a better adaption. i can write this story but better.

HERES HOW WE CAN STILL WIN, (felinette version woohoo o/ !!)

marinette, our main character, is a college student going for fashion design in paris at the age of 25. she's bright and bubbly and cheery, who works very hard at school and part-times at her parents bakery. she has a boyfriend— well, had a boyfriend— adrien agreste, known socialite, who had spoken wax of poetry over and over and over about how much he loved her, telling her that as a graduation present he'd buy her a boutique, an apartment, a car...... he decides to ghost everyone in his life after a breakdown, seemingly moving out of the city, for reasons that i haven't figured out just yet. i just need him to kick himself out of this city.

marinette, of course, is heartbroken. this sucks. she's grieving so hard.

enter felix, adrien's identical twin brother who has nothing to do with this, barely existed in her life up until now, but is attempting to snatch his brother right back from whatever dumb, impulsive ridiculous thing he did— adrien had a girlfriend, a solid apartment, a solid life, adrien had mentioned that he was so close to asking marinette to marry him...— finally knocks on marinette's door one afternoon. identical twin yet marinette has barely talked to him; the man's busier than anyone should be reasonably allowed to be, and isn't much of a sunshine as adrien is. i will routinely mention in this book that the light in marinette's livingroom/dining room makes felix's hair look whispy and nearly white against adrien's sure-fire sun-like flare of hair. even though felix's eyes are green just like adrien's, they're somber, and almost bluish at times.

marinette, obviously, wants nothing to do with felix.

"please leave," she tells him, because she's tired and lonely and is craving yet another box of icecream she keeps in the freezer for— well, moments like these, really. apparently. she's going to cry herself asleep for the fourth week in a row. girlboss behavior. "i kind of don't want to deal with your entire family right now."

"i understand," felix says, and he doesn't look all that convincing, because the man is standing there, awkwardly, hands fisted at his sides trying to figure out how to speak to her in a way that implies more than 'i've only ever seen you for a few hours every christmas when adrien invites family over and i'm the only family he has because our parents are all levels of fucked up and we don't really need to talk about this in depth right now'. and then, as a garnish, 'i've always been really thankful that adrien miraculously turned out fine from the whole ordeal considering that i had to go to therapy for multiple years, decades, in fact, to deal with our family, and i always thought he was fine everytime i'd see him probably four times a year, but apparently not, at all, and now i'm stuck dealing with his grieving... ex? girlfriend? ex??? and i don't know how to deal with women at all because i am an introvert the size of the moon but i'm really trying, here'. "i just don't think it's best to leave you alone."

"i'm fine," she replies, completely ignorant to his inner monologue. "i can handle myself. i'm an adult, felix."

and yet felix has the audacity to look— kicked, really. "i'm aware."

"could you give me some space?"

"of course." and then, because felix just apparently is all sorts of weird tricks up his business sleeves, blurts out: "not as much as i've always given you, though. right?"

"what do you mean?"

"i don't feel comfortable just leaving you completely on your own." there is an attempt for marinette to refute, to open her mouth and mention that she's still twenty-five, she's an adult, she's not a baby, and felix refutes it with a hand up in the air. "you're grieving because of my brother and i don't like the idea of not doing something about it."

and so, through reasons that i cannot at all comprehend how i will get here but i have to if i want to match (somewhat) the plot ("plot") points of the original book i'm rewriting, felix ends up (temporarily) moving into an apartment next door, for no other reason other than to make marinette feel safer and comfortable. just stick with me. ideally, there would be a plan of some kind here. for now, since this is only a tumblr post, i can just handwave that away. that's not my problem just now.

some of the main fixes i would make sure to change immediately is to change felix from a "ruthless alpha-lone-wolf dog behavior" to "i'm adrien's older brother (they are still twins but felix will routinely mention he's still the oldest born) and i feel a psychological, traumatic need to take care of him because i can't let my younger brother have any trauma from our parents, i refuse, i refuse, and if that means keeping his life together for him while he's gone, i'll do my best" and that means making sure that marinette is, at the very least, fine and not dead. that's a good plan. but as he spends more and more time with marinette, the more he realizes his mistake; he likes her as a friend, likes her a lot more, is impressed at her skills and slowly starts falling in love with her which is honestly very useful.

at some point, i'd have to have them have a solid "i'm not using you to replace him," she cries. "i just— love you." conversation. it's an important one. and a segue to the back half of the book that is just sex.

another thing that i would change from the original story is the ridiculous b plot of dark secrets and betrayal and incidents, because that's not necessary. i could carry this book entirely on sex alone as well as mutual pining. and felix's sad, kittenlike eyes whenever he's upset.

okay i'm done for now i gotta go clean the kitchen. please enjoy this

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Background:

Brucie was born on the wrong side of the tracks and grew up in an impoverished family, living in a trailer park with unemployed parents. His mother left him and his father when he was young. His father remarried and he’s never gotten along with is stepmother nor his father since the marriage.

Brucie was popular amongst his peers and excelled in athletics. He met Stacy in high school and the two began dating with intentions to continue their relationship long distance whilst she was out of state for college. Brucie is currently unemployed and does odd jobs around the town, primarily helping {{user}} with manual chores around your property (e.g. gardening, cleaning the pool, basic carpentry) which {{user}} compensates him generously for. He has been growing more isolated ever since Stacy’s left and he suspects that she might be cheating on him, this has pushed him into projecting his insecurities and searching for comfort with {{user}} whom he’s grown to have a twisted attraction for following your latest divorce.

Scenario:

[The story is a dark, toxic, angsty, smutty slow-burn romance between Brucie and {{user}}.]

First message:

What the fuck was he doing here?

At some grown up dinner party on Christmas eve and looking like a fool wearing the itchiest most obnoxious santa costume. Brucie stood out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd of well-polished elites. It wasn’t exactly his scene and Brucie would’ve likely ducked out hours ago if it weren’t {{user}}’s Christmas do’.

What began as an awkward evening progressed into an uphill battle. He’d been mistaken for wait staff one too many times for it to be funny. There was only so many times he could laugh it off and politely correct them, introducing himself as the host’s daughter’s boyfriend… Which of course earned him a few odd looks considering the said daughter, his girlfriend, didn’t even bother to come home for Christmas.

Then of course, to top it all off, you brought a date.

Some well-spoken, well-dressed prick with a fancy job and an even fancier car. A little older than the men you often dallied with, Brucie heard a couple women gossiping about your new silver fox, freshly divorced and wealthier than all your ex-husbands combined. It was the ideal match really, you’ve always enjoyed the finer things in life and why settle on just the cushy alimonies deposited monthly into the bank?

You were just doing what you always did.

A maneater on the prowl, you ate up any man you came across and spit the bones out once you’ve taken what you wanted from them…

But surely he wasn’t one of those men, right?

Since that fateful afternoon in the garden shed, you two have been hooking up in secret regularly. It was nothing serious, but Brucie always had a great time, whether it was giving you the wildest most feral dicking or the hours spent sucking on your perfect while he moaned like a little bitch…

He thought you enjoyed it too.

You wouldn’t keep him around otherwise, right?

Surely, this meant something more to you too?

All these thoughts were just getting him even more worked up. Making his way over to the open bar, he clicked through his busted Nokia, checking for any new messages. None. Fucking typical. Brucie’s not so sure he even had a girlfriend anymore with the way Stacy kept ignoring his messages.

Fuck this. Fuck her. Not that he cared too much either… he would cut things off with her himself, if he didn’t think that would break whatever thing he had going on with {{user}} here.

With a beer in hand, Brucie took a deep gulp as he typed out a follow-up message. It was passive aggressive as shit, but he wrote some garbage about wishing her a fun time on her European ski trip with her college pals. Just as he was about done furiously clicking through each button to get every freaking letter out, he was joined by an unexpected person.

“Shit- Oh, I mean hi…” Brucie nearly dropped his phone when he noticed {{user}}’s date standing in front of him. Fuck. For the life of him, he could not remember the asshole’s name. It felt like a lifetime ago when you introduced the two at the start of the party. “How is your night going, sir?”

“Please just call me Malcolm. I apologise if I surprised you,” the older gentleman looked none too concerned about Brucie’s slip of tongue. Malcolm placed his empty wine glass down on the counter before picking up a fresh one. “Yes, it has been a rather enjoyable evening I think… {{user}} is quite the charming hostess. Are you enjoying yourself, Bruce? It must be dreadfully dull for you without your girlfriend.”

“Oh, not really. Stace does her own thing these days and I get that, y’know…” Brucie tucked his phone back into the santa jacket’s pocket. “I’m real lucky {{user}} still makes me feel part of the family… Speaking of which, where is she?”

“{{user}}? She has gone upstairs to have a lie down,” Malcolm chuckled. “Got a little overzealous with the wine.”

Brucie gave the man a strained smile, biting back the urge to make a comment agreeing with him, not wanting to cause suspicion by sounding overly familiar with your drinking habits. But then again, it was no big secret that you were very much the life of the party and you weren’t shy about your drinks.

As he stood beside Malcolm, just about managing to make polite light conversation, Brucie felt a growing irritation as the older man appeared to genuinely show an interest in him… and in {{user}}’s life. He ended up revealing more than he would have liked about his personal life, his awful parents, non-existent career. The more they spoke, the more Brucie could imagine Malcolm married to you. Just another millionaire under your belt… and the worst part was this guy actually seemed nice…

No, no, no Brucie’s thoughts began to spiral once again. The alcohol he had just freshly consumed not helping the matter at all. I can’t just be another poor sucker wrapped around your pinky. No way.

Without thinking, Brucie gave the man a weak excuse and stumbled out of the room. He hung around the stairwell a moment and finally climbed up the steps once he was certain no one was watching. With the party mainly contained to the lower level, Brucie was able to move through the familiar dark hallways without issue.

As he reached the outside of your bedroom, Brucie took a deep breath as he desperately tried to form a coherent thought. He needed to know. He needed to ask you what he was to you. He needed to know that he wasn’t just some quick fuck for you. That you weren’t going to put him through watching you get married to some rich guy.

“{{user}}?” Brucie knocked on the door gently, his deep voice coming out uncharacteristically soft. “It’s me. Can I come in?”

A muffled response came through the wooden door and Brucie's breath caught in the back of his throat. His cock throbbed to life just from the sound of your sweet voice.

He was fucked.

Example dialogue:

Greeting {{user}}: “Looking good, ma’am!”

Grateful for {{user}}: “Always feels a bit more like home here with y'all. You've been more of a home to me than anywhere else.”

Worried about Stacy and his life: “Sometimes it feels like she's moving on with her life, and I'm just… stuck here. Not sure where I stand with her anymore.”

Getting emotional during sex: “Fuck, {{user}}… Please… I need this, mommy… I fuckin need ya. Stace will understand… It’s you I need, mommy…”

[moonlightdreamzz]

kill bill

part one

you return back to korea one year after you and hyunjin broke up, only to find out he has replaced you. how could he replace you?

→ g: all of it. the pain, the sexy, the happiness. angstsmutfluff! <3

🎧 ➤ kill bill by sza

warning! you’re a heartbroken bitter ex girlfriend here, although for a valid reason. party environment! mentions of (w**d) and alcohol, language, and infidelity!

I'm so mature, I'm so mature

I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men

I don't want none, I just want you

If I can't have you, no one should

it felt so, so good to scream these lyrics from the pit of your stomach. you imagine anyone that could hear you and felix passionately singing alongside sza had many questions, the first being; who hurt you? but, as always neither of you care in this moment. the two of you have finally finished cleaning up the dorm in preparation for changbin’s surprise birthday party; the only thing left to do now was decorate and get ready.

you have no idea where the rest of the members are, but who are you to ask questions? knowing your friend, he didn’t trust them to get the job done in time. they could be so damn silly sometimes, taking forever to do the simplest tasks. it was adorable watching their sad attempts to hold all their jokes and playful tendencies within. they failed every time.

felix, who is clearly exhausted from your early morning grind can’t help but to back into the wall and slide down to the wooden floors. he takes a deep breath before blowing upwards, causing the hair covering his forehead to lift ever so slightly.

“someone’s tired.” you chuckle, deciding to lay on the couch over the cold wood. you are so tempted to beg felix for a quick nap, but you know he’s gonna ridicule you for it if you do—in a friendly way of course. he has been talking about this party and how perfect it has to be for what felt like forever. you know deep down his real reasoning for being so prompt was because of who’s birthday it is.

“how can I truly be tired though, y/n?” his aussie accent is thick as he confesses his shame to you, “you came all the way here, landed early as hell in the morning with jet lag, and here you are cleaning with me. i need to get up.” just like that, felix has risen again and stretches his arms out before moving to start taking the decorations out the box.

he was always too hard on himself. “lix,” you coo, walking towards him and placing your hand on his shoulder gently, “getting rest is vital. even if for thirty minutes, why don’t you relax for a little bit? at least close your eyes?”

you can tell he’s considering it by the way his eyes look straight ahead into nothingness, but just as quick as the thought comes, it goes. he inhales deeply before continuing to take things from the huge brown box.

“i promise I’ll rest after this is all over. i just…i don’t want anything to mess up on my end.”

so, they really were all the same huh? those words trigger what feels like a thousand memories into your mind— all of someone you know you will have to see tonight. you were certain he has spoken that exact sentence to you on multiple occasions when you expressed how worried you were about his physical and mental health. you still have no idea what you’re going to say when the two of you eventually bump into each-other at this party.

you’re fidgeting now, and felix’s heart feels as if it wants to jump out of him for the day, but not because he was in love with you or anything. no, felix was incredibly guilty. he knows you’re thinking about his bandmate. you were always so…dazed when he was on your mind.

all day there has been this weird silence in the air between you and felix, which was abnormal to say the least. before you moved back home, you were two peas in a pod. your conversations could last for hours if you let it. all of the boys, but especially felix told you that they loved how free they felt around you. they loved how normal they felt in your presence. you didn’t know why it was such a bad thing, but apparently it was a sin here to have some fun.

the minutes keep passing by and felix has yet to utter a word to you. have things really changed this drastically since you left? was he angry at you for leaving? did you not check up on him enough?

“felix i—

“hyunjin has a new girlfriend!” he spits out as if there was a pistol on his scalp. the balloon he was blowing up flies from the machine, squealing as it tries to find a place to land. if there was a metaphor to describe what those words just did to you, it was that. you felt like a lifeless balloon. the tension in the room is so thick you feel like your throat is about to start closing on you.

your clear vision is now red, so much so, that you were certain your tears would be the same color if you weren’t fighting for your life to hold them in your tear ducts. you hate that even after a year, exactly a year by the way, that he still has so much control over your emotions.

“who?” are the only words you can manage.

felix thought that confessing to you would make him feel better, but as he watches you clearly refraining yourself from having a mental breakdown, he feels a thousand times worse. maybe he should have listened to changbin and chris when they told him to just let you see it. no—he was right. if you were going to hate him, he would rather you be able to say he warned you instead of you finding out from seeing hyunjin waltz in here with his new woman.

“some girl. she’s not famous, and I have no idea where he met her. i’m sorry, y/n. i know you’ve been going to therapy and everything and I just—I never wanted to trigger you. it’s still not an excuse I just—

“lix,” you finally breathe after what felt like days, even though it had only been a minute or two. “i’m not angry with you. how could I be?”

“because i’m your friend.”

“you’re his friend too.” is all you can muster. you know a look of defeat was prominent on your features, but you can’t fake it right now. it wasn’t worth it. you’re trying to push it down, but the rage is burning in the pit of your stomach. you looked so sane to the naked eye. upset? sure. pissed? maybe? but you were way more than those two emotions. you were heartbroken and livid all over again; a woman scorned. all you can hear in your mind right now is the last thing hyunjin uttered to you.

i will never be able to replace you. i need you to breathe. i love you. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry I failed you when I promised I never would.

you heard it in your dreams and nightmares what felt like every night. his voice cracked so clearly on the phone that night. he usually tried to be tough for you, pretending as if nothing could get to him, but not this time. he was so hysterical.

you believed him. you didn’t want to, but he was sobbing. or maybe your ego was big as fuck, and the thought of hyunjin unable to move on from you fed into your fantasy of him suffering without you. you hated that you felt this way, but it doesn’t matter now. it was all a lie.

“y/n.” you hear felix trying to snap you back to reality.

there’s a million things you want to say. you want to see her. you want to ask felix if hyunjin is as happy as he was with you. but you figure you’d save those questions for when he had to see you tonight. if he moved on genuinely, fine. but he was going to have to say it to your face.

“I’m cool.” you smile as if you hadn’t heard the news. you begin ripping the plastic off the decorations you assumed went on the wall based on their shape. you can feel felix’s doe eyes burn holes into you, but you learned a long time ago how to ignore that.

“you sure?” he questions in disbelief.

“positive. i just needed a minute to digest it. I’m good.”

the song you and felix had been shouting the lyrics to has replayed, neither you or Felix knowing the lyrics sza was singing beautifully would foreshadow what was to come later tonight.

I did it all for love

I did all of this on no drugs

I did all of this sober

Don't you know I did it all for us?

fit pics; a necessity when going to any function, but especially when you want your ex to feel sick to their stomach.

yes, you are that girl that makes your friends take your pictures over and over again—hating them all. no, you are not ashamed. this was jisung’s fifth round of taking pics of you, and you are trying so hard to hold in your laughter at his frustration. he’s looking at you, and you know he hasn’t blinked or breathed—already knowing that you’re going to tell him you don’t like the twenty new pictures he’s placed in your camera roll.

“if you don’t like these, i don’t know what to tell you. you look mad good. stop acting like that.”

“you’re lucky I’m pleased.” you smirk, pushing him playfully, “this is the least you can do for the many years you’ve spent trolling my ass, or have you forgotten?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he smirks back. his eyes attempt prove his innocence, but they fail and he can’t help but to push you back to play it off.

the music can be heard from outside of the dorms, and you have no idea how they are pulling this off tonight, but you never ask questions; you simply follow suit. you didn’t intend on missing the surprise, but jisung called you frantically saying that he was going to be late and that he would owe you if you pulled up alongside him. truth be told, you pretended that you were fine with being late because you loved him oh-so much, but in reality you wanted to make an entrance.

you wanted hyunijn to pace back and forth as his new girl got ready—heart practically beating out of his chest at the thought of having to see you. you knew he would arrive in preparation to say surprise! to his bandmate, subtly searching for you everywhere. obviously, you aren’t there, but he won’t know whether you are just in the bathroom, late, or not coming at all.

the time will continue to pass—but still no sign of you. his girl is there, so he won’t express his interest about your whereabouts out loud, but he will text felix wondering where you are. she’s coming, is all felix is going to respond, already receiving the text from you that you were running late to ride with jisung, but not wanting to spill your beans to your ex, regardless of the fact that he was hyunjin’s friend too.

you know his anxiety is going up and down right now. he’s probably not paying ole’ girl any attention because hyunjin knows. he fucking knows that any second now you will walk into that dorm and he’ll have to recall his last words to you. he’ll also have to see how damn fine you look tonight from head to toe. he’ll think of every single late night he tried to replace your body, but couldn’t. you love changbin so much, but he was crazier than you when it came to his lovers. he will understand. you also know he’s probably ten shots in by now, so if he was upset with you, the alcohol had drowned it away.

“come on.” jisung instructs. you’re surprised he’s not snapping in your face like everyone else does when you daze out. it had rained earlier, so the weather is perfect—not cold, but not hot. you and hyunjin love this kind of weather. if the two of you were still together, you’d probably be outside whispering sweet nothings to each-other while smoking a blunt and embracing the relaxing breeze that blew through the city.

you follow your friend, taking his hand that was extended out to you. he knows you too well. your anxiety was beginning to build up from the pit of your stomach. it always makes you feel sick and dizzy and you want to turn around and run off, but you can’t. your feet have began to hurt too—your boots although fashionable, never being the move when you were going to be standing for a long time.

“these are some of the trainees that’ll be in the next group.” jisung spills as you approach the entrance. you can’t tell whether they want to be here or not, but you can’t lie, this is adorable.

they greet the both of you respectfully—you, only because you were with their hyung, and the two of you step in promptly. immediately the smell of marijuana clouds your senses, and you can’t help but let out a cough. the music was so loud that you know you will likely have a headache in the morning, but it was worth it. there are people everywhere and they’re all doing the same thing; smoking, taking shots, and trying to find their person for the night.

“look who it is, finally.” a drunk changbin stumbles your way, immediately embracing you and picking you up. he reeks of everything in this room, including women, but you expect nothing less from the man of the hour. he looks nice—a typical all black fit from him. he continues to slur things to you that you can’t understand, but you know it’s something along the lines of “i’m so happy to see you.” and “don’t think you’re running from these shots.”

jisung doesn’t understand what he’s saying either, and the two of you make eye contact before he pats changbin’s back to put you back down in the ground.

“happy birthday!” the two of you yell in unison. ah, you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. he was always so sweet to you, and in this moment as you and jisung congratulate him on another year of life, you heart is warm seeing the genuine smile on his face.

“thank you, love.” he slurs once more. “you know, you were always my favorite. my favorite girlfriend that is. smart, gorgeous, and actually fun.” the music seems as if it’s gotten even louder, but you hear him loud and clear.

now you’re the one smiling. “thank you. i got you a lot of gifts, but the rest of them I need you to open sober. here’s one you can have now.” you see jisung’s panic as you hand his bandmate a little bottle of hennessy. you know the second either you two walk away or changbin does, that he’s going to cuss you out for not telling him you brought a gift. “from me and jisung.” you add with a potent smirk on your face. you see him exhale beside you, and here you are again holding in your damn laugh.

“now y/n…you know you have to take a shot with me, right? thank…thank you.” all of a sudden there’s a hand on changbin’s shoulder, and she’s pulling him back towards where the bedrooms are. you make your false promises knowing he won’t even remember you’re here soon.

“you owe me two, han jisung.” you twirl to face him now.

“yeah, whatever. look, as always I’ll look out for you, but I can’t lie it’s time for me to put some shots in my body and find me something to lick on…for later.”

“ew! you’re like…fifteen.”

“i’m literally twenty-two?” he blinks repeatedly.

“whatever. i’m going to the bathroom.”

and you’re off. you see a couple of familiar faces on what should be a short journey to the restroom, but isn’t due to how crowded the this place is. your heart is racing, fearing that you’ll say excuse me to someone, and they’ll turn around just for it to be hyunjin. you planned this out so well in your head, just to be shaking in your boots now…literally. your feet hurt even more then they did ten minutes ago.

you finally make it to the restroom after what feels like forever. you’re afraid to even go in there, terrified about who you may see partaking in adults activities and not wanting to argue with someone who was hogging the room just because they hate parties. you hate those kind of people.

you knock—nothing. you knock again—nothing. you can barely stand now because you genuinely have to pee, and maybe there is someone in there, and they are responding— you just can’t hear them, but fuck it. you open the door quickly, closing it just as fast so a creep doesn’t try to slide in here with you. you’re about to run to the toilet when you notice someone very familiar sitting on the floor with his face buried in his hands. no fucking way. no way.

he looks up at you, his eyes irritated at first from being intruded on. he probably did say someone was in here. but the second he sees you, his eyes widen. it’s as if he’s seen a ghost.

“y/n…y/n?”

you haven’t heard him say your name in a year. you haven’t heard his voice. you don’t know how you’re still standing considering the fact that you’re having a stare down with the love of your life. you know your eyes are softening as you continue to make eye contact with him. he’s still so…beautiful. how was it possible that he has become even more attractive, even with his eyes slightly red. had he been crying?

snap out of it, y/n!

just as quick as all of the memories begin to run through your head, you turn the movie off, pulling down your shorts and panties. “move, hyunjin.” is all you say, quickly sitting down on the toilet and emptying your bladder. he scoots ever so slightly, eyes still burning holes into you even as you pee loudly and your eyes look straight forward now.

this isn’t happening right now, is it?

authors note: part two coming soon…🤝🏽 I wanted to make this one big story but I said … that’s going to take too long to finish hehe. i hope you guys liked this.

© 2023 moonlightdreamzz. no one has permission to steal my work in any way, shape, or form.

[shadowbriar]

Mother Knows Best - George Weasley

Pairing : (F/M) || George Weasley x Reader Word Count : 3.2k Warning : None. Notes : This story was posted first on my Ao3 account.  The Weasley family dinner might not just be another gathering this time as Molly Weasley invited his long lost lover. Set after the Great War. Fred is very much alive.

George curses as he looks out the window. The sun is already at its peak and he has yet to clean the shop for their family dinner tonight. Fred has excused himself for a night in with Angelina and Ron has an auror duty till late evening so he was left alone to clean. He couldn't just flick his wand around as most of their products require fragile handling so manual labour would be required and seeing the tight window he has, he's sure to be scolded by his mum later on.

Trying to make the best of the time left, he hurriedly cleaned and dressed himself before scrambling up the second floor to organise the new stocks that came earlier that week. The imported Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder has yet to be unpacked and a handful of other goods are scattered all over the place. He was supposed to make note of the inventories last night but the task slipped off his mind after a glass or two of alcohol.

He was indeed going through a rather rough patch.

Only two weeks earlier, his ex-girlfriend broke up with him for reasons incomprehensible. It wasn't that he loves her, if anything he was only dating her so that his mum wouldn't nag him so much about finding a lover, it was just the timing was unfit as the family dinner is coming and now he's date-less. A longer list of lectures for his mum to give tonight.

George pauses for a moment to think of what his mother said in the letter last week. Ginny had told her about his breakup and rather oddly, his mother welcomed the news with an open arm as if she had awaited the moment for a while now. She said in her letter that perhaps, this is the time for him to get back to her: his lover from Hogwarts. She has always been fond of her and from George's eyes, his mother had loved her as if she was her own.

He hesitated at his mother's idea and told her that it was nonsense to bring her back to the picture. They haven't spoken to each other for years. Their breakup was quite ugly with no closure as he just left her there at Hogwarts in their seventh year when he decided to open the shop with Fred. She surely hates him and he understands so.

But between him and his heart, George couldn’t find any replacement for her. She was his first in everything and it’s hard to find someone else when you had a perfect first. It’s like drinking a glass of tea when you’re craving for coffee. The sweetness might entertain you for a while, but the desire would still very much be present.

George’s thought was interrupted when he heard the bell jingles downstairs. Someone has entered the shop. Their presence slightly irritates him as the sign outside has clearly shown that the shop is closed for the day. Couldn’t they visit some other time?

With loud stomps, he scuttles down the stairs.

“We’re closed for the-” his words trail as he sees the girl standing in front of him “day.”

She flashes a smile, “Hi.”

George could feel his breathing hitched. It’s like his most favourite worst nightmare has come true. She was standing there with the very sweet smile he’s been missing since forever. Her hair was longer, loose curls resting on her shoulders. He was relieved to see her, but if he could be brutally honest, he’d ask for a minute or two to gather himself first.

“Your mother invited me for the family dinner,” she explains, her tone slightly unsure and embarrassed “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Uh, of course.” he answers with the same sheepish attitude, blinking rapidly “Although, you’re a bit too early for it.”

She frowns, “Really? I was sure your mother told me to come at 2.”

“Who has dinner at two in the afternoon?”

Her face was turning red. Sure she had thought that the timing of the invitation was odd but she thought his mother wanted her to help with the cooking or other preparations. They have a big family after all. But the dinner was at the shop, not the Burrow. What kind of help could she provide there?

“Honestly, I thought your mother needed my help with the preparations or something. Didn’t really pay attention at the ‘dinner at two’ part.” she confesses with an awkward chuckle “Is there anything I could help here?”

“Well, I was just cleaning upstairs for later, but you don’t have to do it. You’re a guest.”

“I could help.” she offers, flashing a warm smile “Is Fred upstairs too?”

“No, he’s at Angelina’s, probably getting here when it’s dark. That git wouldn’t spare a hand at times like this.”

She laughs softly, making his butterflies go wild, “Well, aren’t you glad that I come early then?”

George smiles. His chest was warm as if it was poured with hot chocolate from the inside. It has been so long since he felt something so pure and lovely like this when all she does is just stand there and smile at him. He always remembers that she holds power over him, he just didn’t realise that she is that hypnotising.

Leading her to the second floor of the shop, they exchange small talk, filling each other with their life updates. She has opened her own coffee shop on the other side of the town, hence why their paths haven’t crossed each other before. During their conversation, George could barely spare a minute to focus on his steps as he just wanted to watch her and listen to her talk. He had to trip on the stairs a couple of times before finally getting to the open space.

From there, the two of them begin to tidy the floor. They didn’t talk much but silent glances and suppressed smiles were thrown at each other. It’s like they’re reliving the time when they didn’t know each other and could only stare at each other from the hallways in third year.

“Charming,” she comments as she takes out a photograph of George and his ex-girlfriend that was hidden under the boxes “Is she coming tonight?”

“Uh, no. We’ve broken up, actually, two weeks ago.” George says awkwardly, taking the photograph away before tossing it to the bin.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” she says with an apologetic smile “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, it’s fine. It was just larks, anyway.”

She nodded with a smile before returning to the boxes.

George clears his throat awkwardly, “How bout you? Have you met any fine blokes for yourself?”

“No, not really.” she says with a dry chuckle “Last I checked, I haven’t really broken up with my boyfriend from seventh year.”

George was caught off guard, his mouth suddenly turning dry as his cheeks got redder.

“I’m only kidding, Georgie.” she giggles, playfully pushing his shoulder.

She was giggling and all but he knew there was hurt hidden behind her words. He was an arse for leaving her and a bigger coward for not looking for her once they'd opened the shop. He was too scared to face the truth that she’d hated him and moved on, even though he knows full well that she has the right to do so.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a sad tone, an apologetic smile evident on his face “I shouldn’t have left without saying goodbye.”

She looks up at him, her smile gradually disappearing.

“I was scared that you’d be unsupportive of me leaving and then we would fight and ruin everything. Though now seeing it from a different perspective, I’ve ruined it either way, haven't I?”

She bites her lower lip, unsure on how to respond, “Why didn’t you look for me after you left or send me an owl?”

“I guess after I realised that I’ve made a mistake of leaving you, I didn’t think I could ever redeem my actions and just went with it.” he confesses, looking down at his shoes “I don’t think anyone should ever be forgiven for doing what I did to you.”

“Is that what you want me to do? To hate you?”

“That’s what I deserve.” George answers softly “But if I could be more selfish than I already am, I’d ask you for a second chance.”

George gathers the gut to finally lock eyes with her again. His eyes were pleading, though he knows she has all the right to turn the cheek and toss him away. That’s what he did to her, anyway. It’s only fair of her to do the same to him this time.

But the warm conversation they’ve been having has given him hopes so high he fears he’d succumb when it doesn’t turn out as he's expected. He still has the very same love to give to her, if not more now that he’s become a more established man. But he knows that one does not simply turn a blind eye after being abandoned for years. He could only hope that she still has any left feelings for him to try to rebuild what was once theirs.

She was about to give her answer before the bell jingled again, followed by the loud chattings of people. The rest of the Weasleys have arrived. The smell of Mrs. Weasley's cooking was colouring the shop. They know that they have to postpone their conversation now.

“Your family’s here.” she says, pointing the obvious “I think I better go and greet them.”

George nods, watching the girl walk down the stairs.

He lets out a heavy sigh. It felt good to finally apologise to her, but he knew he could’ve done better than that. He needs to do better than that. It’s just that with her around, everything feels at ease and at the same time, at the brink of a life line.

____

The dinner went perfectly pleasant. It feels like the missing jigsaw has been placed. George couldn’t stop staring at the girl seated across from him with a smile, watching her talk to his family with the same warmth she’d always radiated. His heart feels content. A small voice in his mind echoes, if they couldn’t get back together, at least he knows that she’s well and happy.

Perhaps it is his time to love her in silence.

George is now cleaning the dishes alone while the rest of the Weasley family roams the shop. Fred has to be their shop guide, making sure that Ron wouldn’t try to steal anything just because they don’t give him a discount. The girls had offered to help, but George insisted on cleaning the dishes himself. Reckon the boy could use a minute or two alone with his thoughts.

“She’s looking well,” Mrs. Weasley comes with more empty plates “We should invite her more later. Oh, you can bring her as your date for Charlie’s wedding, George, that would be lovely.”

George chuckles, “Let’s not push her too much, Mum. She hasn’t been around the family for years.”

“She hasn’t been around you for years. Don’t think you speak for the whole family, George. Some of us actually keep in touch with her.”

The boy turns to see his mother who’s now leaning on the kitchen drawers. The very familiar teasing smile was apparent on her face. Of course she’d been tracking her down, she’s their biggest supporter after all. George could remember clearly how her mother nags him more for leaving her instead of being expelled from Hogwarts. If anything, she might love her more as her child than him.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Mum.” George says with a groan, overthinking all the embarrassing words his mom had told her behind his back “It must’ve been weird for her to have you around when I haven’t even sent her an owl since I departed.”

“A rather foolish action on your part, if we’re honest.”

George bits his lower lip. His mother is right, but it doesn’t subdue the fact that she’s pouring salt to his freshly reopened wound. He knows he’s been daft all these years and he’s angry at himself too. There’s no need for her to remind him of it.

“But it’s history. You’re both back together now, that’s all that matters.”

George raises his brows, “Who says we are?”

“Well you both have been throwing fireworks all night and I’ve given you a lot of time to talk earlier this noon. Surely you’ve straightened all the misunderstandings. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it, son, we’re all grown ups.”

“Mum, what fireworks?” he asks, trying to suppress the annoyance growing in him “We’re not back together.”

“Oh no.” Mrs. Weasley gasps, her gaze turns soft “Does she not want to take you back?”

“What- No she didn’t- We haven’t talked about it, alright, Mum? Please don’t complicate things even more.”

Mrs. Weasley continues to nag the younger twin. She complained about how there was more than enough time for them to talk and rekindle their relationship. She was sure that she would give him another chance, his mother has been directing her to such a path all these years, anyway. She is positive that if there is any other party to be blamed should the reunion fail, it would be none other than her son.

“You better not ruin it this time, boy.” she says again, this time pointing fingers at him as a threat “I may be your mother but I am growing tired of you jumping from one girl to another when you’re desperate for one to settle with.”

“Oh, sorry,” a voice said from behind, holding her empty glass and plates “I didn’t mean to barge in.”

“Nonsense, dear! George and I were just talking rubbish.” Mrs. Weasley says with a smile, approaching the girl “I was just about to call for help, George needs a hand with the dishes.”

“Mum, no-”

“I can help.” she says with a warm smile “I’ve brought my plates already.”

“Perfect!” Mrs. Weasley exclaims, clapping softly “Do keep my son accompanied, yes, dear? He’d been rather lonely lately.”

George wants to explode in exasperation. His mum has certainly put him on edge tonight. He knows that he needs to get her back, but he needs time to process the night before planning for what’s ahead. His mum pushing her so much like this might only cause a disadvantage on his side.

“I’m sorry about my Mum. She could be very pushy at times.”

She shakes her head, “It’s alright. It’s you that I’m worried about. I hope you don’t mind my presence around.”

“No, I’m glad you’re here.” he says fast, afraid she would take it wrongly “Really, it’s good to see you, Love.”

She blinks, averting her gaze elsewhere. It has been years since he last called her so. She knows that he might not mean it the same way he did, but hearing the word still caught her off guard. She’d long to hear the word for years. To finally hear it again tonight makes her heart go pitter patter in a way she feels embarrassed to admit.

Biting the growing smile, she takes a clean towel and helps drying the cleaned dishes instead, “I wasn’t aware that George Weasley could settle with doing house chores. I had to walk through hell and back to have you put your dirty dishes in the sink before.”

“Well, a man could change, couldn’t he?”

She nods, grinning at the warm interaction they have been having. His welcoming smile has always been her biggest weakness, after all. She finds it hard to hold a grudge, let alone hate him, when his mother has explained everything to her beforehand. She’s disappointed at his lack of faith in her, but she supposed taking such a heavy decision at a young age would make you doubt everything in life.

Now that they're older, perhaps it’s time to give love another chance.

“George,” she calls, replied with a small hum “Did you mean what you said earlier?”

He stopped for a moment. Turning the faucet off before facing the unsure girl with a nod.

“I mean, you just broke up with your girlfriend.” she says carefully, afraid a single wrong word might burn the bridge once more “Could it just be that you’re lonely and I happen to be here right now? Could that be the reason why?”

“I am lonely.” George smiles lightly, contemplating the best way to confess his feelings  “Did mum tell you why we’re having the family dinner here instead of the Burrow?”

She shakes her head.

“It’s quite embarrassing to admit, but I’ve been avoiding my family gatherings because.. I couldn’t stand everyone being happy with their partners while I’m still hollow inside.” he explains softly, slowly approaching her so that these words stay between the two of them “It hit me worst when Fred and Angelina announced their engagement. I’ve never felt more lonely than I did then.”

She remains quiet, completely listening.

“And I’ve tried to find myself a partner, though I didn’t really put much effort on it because you can’t really replace your twin flame, can you?” George says nervously as he takes her hands “I mean, if you wouldn’t take my words, ask my mum. She’d tell you that I'm being honest.”

“Your mum has always been a fan of us, that wouldn’t be a fair judgement.”

George rolls his eyes, “We have truth serum downstairs, would you like me to drink the whole pot of it?”

She chuckles, playfully pushing his shoulders.

“I miss you.” George says softly, pulling her closer by the waist “And most importantly, I love you.”

She could feel her heart beating the fastest it has ever been in a long time. His eyes were staring at her intently, full of hope and tenderness. She could see all the soft lines of age marking his face, making him look even more handsome than she last remembered. She fixes his hair, a habit she’s missed so dearly, before caressing his cheek, down to his jawline.

The touch sends shivers down his spine. There has been no other woman that could petrify him as bad as she does. He misses her, deeply and utterly. He misses her smile, her laughter, her never-ending scolds of his mischiefs and he would do anything to make sure that she wouldn’t slip away this time.

“No more leaving.” she says in a firm tone, scanning his eyes for any doubts “If you leave me one more time-”

She couldn’t finish her sentence as George seals the deal with a kiss. He was gentle, only trying to prove that his intention was pure and solemn, “I promise to stay. Forever.”

The two of them smile, giggling with heart fluttering in a high dose of love. They might be older now, but the way they blush at each other was no different than how they acted back when they were children. Perhaps his mother has been right all along. Even when they were still children, she could already tell that her son had found his lover.

A mother knows best, indeed.

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5. repositioning the mistletoe because they need MORE kisses with Main Stephen? :)

Hope you like it 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I’m not embarassed with you

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Doctor strange & Pepper Potts & Reader & Tony Stark

Summary: You and Stephen, who are now an officially couple, have been invited to Tony Stark's Christmas party, and you couldn't be more nervous. It's good that Stephen is there trying to ease your concerns and fears.

You were nervous. The word you were looking for might have been terrified rather than just nervous. As Stephen's official girlfriend, you'd be attending your first party with him tonight. Of course you were happy, but going to an Avengers Christmas party where Tony Stark was the host and that made your legs feel like they were made of jelly.

You tried on dresses and formal attire all day long, not thinking any one of them would be appropriate for the occasion. You did and did not want to go at the same time but you wouldn’t let Stephen down, since he has already confirmed your presence and his.

“Y/N?” Your train of thought was interrupted by your best friend's voice.

“Yeah, I'm sorry.” You instantly sent her another picture of your present attire after apologizing.

"I do not comprehend you. You’re looking drop dead gorgerous.” Your bestfriend of twelve years let out an exasperated sigh.

“I don’t know.” you said in a quiet voice

“I’ll end this call right here and right now if you don’t stop doubting yourself.” She threatened you in a tone that was both serious and lighthearted.

“What if it isn't ideal for the type of gathering Stark is throwing?” Without even noticing your apartment door opening, you began to go on about nonsensical thoughts you were having.

“Y/N?” He called into the emptiness of your flat.

He wasn't really alarmed by your silence, but he was perplexed. You mentioned that today was the first day of your holiday, so Stephen thought he would surprise you by coming over for lunch. However, he had to leave soon because Wong told him that it was his turn to renew some protection spells at the Sanctum. God, he sometimes hated Wong. He simply came over to spend some time with you before he had to go since he knew he would grow impatient not being able to see you until this evening.

“Y/N?” He tries one more, his optimism fading.

The sorcerer halted, his brain suddenly short-circuiting as he began to ascend the stairs, moving closer to the door of your room.

“Chloe, stop.” He heard some of your beautiful giggles, his heart immediately melting. The doctor heard a groan from you, but it was mostly playful in nature.

“Stop saying this. You're only making me more anxious.” He was aware that listening in on conversations was improper, but you caught his attention.

The takeout food then appeared on the counter from your kitchen as he carefully moved his finger in a swift motion. He quickly ascended the stairs and stood outside your bedroom, leaning against the wall to hide himself.

However, he occasionally turned his head in your general direction so he could look at your smile. With any luck, it would be enough to keep him going for the rest of the day as a memory of the butterflies that would flutter furiously in his stomach and his pulse would race at the mere thought of you.

“I just don’t want to make Stephen feel embarassed that he is with me.” His heart sank when he heard your remark in a quivering voice. Why on earth would you think that?

Stephen ultimately made the decision to emerge from his hiding place after a few more words were spoken between the two of you before you ended the call with Chloe.

“Hey” the ex-neurosurgeon said as he entered the room.

You actually jumped.

“Stephen!” You gasped, hand over your heart, smiling as you tried to hide the sorrowful expression you just had moments ago.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.” He said softly as he held his hand out to steady you slightly.

“It’s all right. Don’t worry.” You laughed and then shook your head “When did you get here?”

"About five minutes ago?" He smiled even though it didn’t quite reach his eyes "I thought maybe you might want to have lunch with me."

“It depends.. did you cook or did you order food?” You said in a teasing voice as you kissed his cheek.

“Oh come on. It wasn’t that bad.” He replied, taking your hand in his, and leading you both to the kitchen.

“It was— decent.” You laughed as he kissed you softly on the forehead.

As he began to delicately caress your cheek, causing you to flush, he said, "By the way, you look beautiful."

“I— Thank you.”

“You're wearing this to the party, aren't you?”He inquired before giving you a short kiss that made you smile.

“Maybe, I'm not sure.” You made a small shoulder shrug. "I don’t know whether I live up to Tony Stark's standards for a party,"

“Oh, believe me, you do live up to his standards. But, why would you even care? You are dressing for yourself; neither he nor I are the ones you are dressing for.” You were unable to read the expression on his face as he stared at you.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s a stupid reason.” You said as you walked away from Stephen, taking a seat at the table.

“I’m not embarassed to be with you, Y/N. I'm not sure why you would think that at all.” When Stephen saw how your expression changed after he spoke, he almost immediately regretted what he had said.

You questioned, "How much did you hear?"

He also sat down at the table and said, "Enough.”

“Stephen, you guys are all super heroes. Children look up to you all as role models as you save the world. As for myself, I'm only an LPN.” You say as you try to blink away some tears.

“Don't think so little of yourself, Y/N.” Stephen caresses your knuckles as he takes your hand back in his. "Your work is equally significant and legitimate. If there is no one available to care for them following surgery, you may be sure they won't survive.”

“But look at you—“ Stephen interrupeted you

"You’re doing the same thing as I am. Both of us are saving lives.” He says as he tenderly kisses your hand. "Don't ever assume that I'm embarrassed to be with you. I agreed to attend the party because I saw how your eyes sparkled up when you saw that invitation. I don’t care if I’m going or not, I just want to spend Christmas with you.”

But Stephen's phone started to ring before you could reply.

“I’m sorry, I have to go or Wong will go nuts.” He gave you an apologetic smile then stood up and went over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Stephen then made a portal but before passing through it you spoke “Will you come to pick me up tonight?”

You made Stephen smile once more as he said “I’ll come at 8 o’clock dressed to the nines.”

Stephen noticed that you were still a little nervous as he gently squeezed your hand. The Avengers Tower's main living space was visible through the lift doors moments later, and both of you were greeted by a full room as you exited the elevator.

“Merlin! It’s good to see you.” Tony called out loud as he and Pepper approached. Both of them happened to be standing close to the elevator, chatting with drinks in hand.

“Tony..” The woman hit him on the arm gently, before giving the two of you some small packages, wrapped up in gold papper.

“Thank you.” You replied slightly anxious as Stephen scoffed looking at the man before him.

"You have to be Y/N. I've heard so much about you and it's good to know you're real.” Tony chuckled and extended his hand to shake yours.

“Tony, if you don't stop, I swear to God I’ll punch you.” While you stared bewildered at Stephen, Pepper shot Stark a glance that could have killed him instantly.

“He's already had too much to drink, so just ignore him.” She smiled pityingly at you both and said, "Stephen, Y/N, let's go to where the actual party is." After saying that, you began to follow them.

As you moved through the crowd, Stephen again grasped your hand in his. Just then Stark yelled again “Watch where you’re going wizard” made both of you stop in your tracks.

Not seeing anything, the sorcerer realized that Tony was playing games with him again “God, I swear Stark can really be a pain—“

“There is a mistletoe hanging over us” you said, interrupting Stephen's statement.

Oh.

Oh.

Your excitement was on the verge of bubbling up. No matter how many times you had already kissed Stephen, you could never get over how perfect his lips were against yours. He found he couldn’t look away from you. You were so dazzling when you smiled.

Your eyes lighted up when he leaned down to kiss you.

“Tony is still an idiot either way” he whispered into the kiss. There was a mischevious glint in his eyes when he lifted his head.

“I thought that he would have been different.” You laughed softly making Stephen’s heart melt in the process.

But then, out of nowhere, he inquired, “Want to get some drinks?”

“Why not?” You smiled as the two of you walked over to the bar.

You even got to meet the actual Black Widow during the party, and you couldn't be happier right now. Or perhaps it's because you've already had a few drinks, but who knows? Your happiness is what matters, after all.

Also, somehow you and Stephen were often found under the mistletoe, and you could swear they just appeared at the right time when you were going under some doorways. Of course, you didn't trust Stephen when he swore he had nothing to do with them. It was quite funny.

At some point, Stephen began to often stay by your side throughout the evening as he drank more and more, keeping his hand constantly on your waist. It was adorable. He also gave up trying to avoid blame for the mistletoes that miraculously appeared everywhere the two of you went. With the aid of his magic, the sorcerer began to let it dangle above the two of you.

Your lips curled into a flirtatious smile as you began to fiddle with his jacket's lapels as your eyes stared up at him through your eyelashes. Gosh, you loved how good Stephen looked in suits. He just clicked his tongue as he started down at you.

Your hand was encircled by Stephen's as he drew you closer to him, almost as if the two of you were starting a slow, intimate dance. "I can't help but get lost in your eyes sometimes."

“Says the one with the stunning blue eyes.” He pressed a passionate kiss on your lips while chuckling against them. Each gaining in fervor as the other does. Your hands gripped his jacket firmly as you leaned in for his contact, narrowing the small gap between the two of you. However, you stopped knowing that there were other people here.

“God. You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart. I can’t believe you’re all fucking mine.” He buried his face into your neck, his goatee tickling you a bit.

“You’re pretty drunk” you chuckled as Stephen kissed your neck tenderly.

He kissed your neck again and added, "So are you."

“Stephen— there are people here.” He stopped kissing you as he brought his lips near your ear and whispered “So then let’s get out of here.” as he lightly grasped your ass.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

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my love🖤 28 or 87 with matt murdock? 🥺

not so far away at all

pairing: matt murdock x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen

word count: 1,370

prompts from this list: #28: “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” - “Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.” and #87: “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” - “Well, kiss me so they see.”

one-sentence synopsis: you decide to surprise matt and foggy by bringing them dinner when they're working late, but what you overhear them discussing is far more of a surprise to you than anything else.

You thought you would surprise Matt at work.

He messaged you earlier to let you know he was going to be staying late at the office with Foggy, the two of them working overtime on a case that was particularly frustrating to the both of them, as well as particularly close to their hearts. When it comes to cases like these, you know they won’t rest— not properly, anyways— until it’s all done.

That means, of course, that you won’t have Matt properly home with you until it’s all done, either. You can only hope that’ll be sooner rather than later. Of course, you understand, and you often even feel the same, but, still. You can’t help but want more of Matt’s time.

If you had your way, after all, the two of you would spend all your time together. That’s unreasonable in reality, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting it all the same.

You’d picked up dinner for yourself, as well as for Matt and Foggy, after your own shift at work today. Now, you’re on your way to their law office, hurrying to make sure the food keeps warm until you get there.

In your rush, you’re not properly paying attention to your surroundings as you speed up to their floor. you’re half-listening to the sounds around you, only realizing that you’re hearing Matt’s and Foggy’s voices conversing with one another. You slow the closer you get to their door, curious to hear if they’re speaking with a client or if they’re alone and you can come inside.

As you pause near the door, you realize they must be alone. Their two voices are the only ones you can hear, and they’re speaking lowly with one another.

“—on’t mean to keep you all the time,” Foggy says. “I know you’ve got a life, dude.”

“You’re not the one keeping me,” Matt replies. “And you have a life, too.” There’s a soft noise; you think Matt maybe clapped Foggy on the shoulder. “(Y/N) understands. I’ll bring them dinner tonight to make up for it.”

You can’t help smiling to yourself. Great minds think alike, you think, delighted in the shared thought you had for each other. You’re just reaching for the doorknob to tell him exactly that when Matt begins speaking again.

“I should probably get something good,” he says. His voice is softer, more considering, his words spoken almost to himself.

Foggy laughs. “Yeah, you better.” There’s a long beat, then Foggy says, “So.”

“So,” Matt replies. You can hear the smile in his voice, even from here. You wonder if Matt knows you’re out here; you know how good his hearing is, that he can hear the heartbeats of people he knows and has gotten used to from a significant distance away. You even suspect that he can hear your heartbeat from a great distance, though you haven’t asked him about it yet.

“You’re going to lock this shit down, right?” Foggy says, laughing. It draws a laugh up out of Matt, too, though there’s a gravity to his lightness. You can tell he’s thinking seriously about this. “Because, if I were you, I would’ve done it, like, yesterday. I would’ve done it yesterday’s yesterday.”

“I’m going to,” Matt tells him. Foggy makes an incredulous noise. “I am. I will.”

“When?” Foggy asks. Your heart is in your throat. You’re pretty sure you know exactly what they’re talking about, and you can hardly breathe just thinking about it, let alone hearing them talk about it.

“Soon,” Matt replies.

“Okay, sure,” Foggy says.

“No, I mean it,” Matt argues. “I do. I actually— I wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to help me. Since, you know, I want to pick something for the ring that’s perfect, and you can see and I—”

This is too much. You know you’re not supposed to be hearing this, and your heart is hammering up into your throat listening to it. You finally knock sharply on the door before pushing your way inside.

“Hey there,” you say, trying to keep yourself sounding normal. You can tell by the way Matt and Foggy both snap around to look at you that they hadn’t heard you coming. Sometimes, Matt can get so focused on a conversation or on one specific thing happening that he tunes out everything else. He must have been so intensely focused on his conversation with Foggy that he wasn’t paying attention to anything else— which makes your heart surge, thinking about how consumed he was by thoughts of you.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Foggy exclaims, recovering slightly more quickly than Matt does. “What’s up, what’re you doing here? Everything alright?”

You hold up your bags of takeout and rattle them a little, making the plastic crinkle. “I come bearing gifts.”

“Please tell me you brought enough for me, too,” Foggy says, and you roll your eyes.

“No, I’m just going to completely ignore you,” you joke with him. He comes to you, taking one of the bags from you as Matt stands and takes the other with his unerring accuracy.

You can tell just by the way Matt is hovering near you that he’s more than slightly anxious. You decide to directly address the elephant in the room, saying, “So. You’re going to lock this shit down, right?” in a goofy impression of Foggy’s voice. Matt’s face starts to go red almost immediately while Foggy groans out loud.

“Oh, man, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize—” he starts to apologize, but Matt shakes his head.

“No, I should’ve been paying attention,” he says.

“No shit,” Foggy agrees. He whacks Matt on the shoulder, grinning. “What happened to that super sonar, Batman?”

“Shut up,” Matt says, though he’s smiling, too. To you, Matt says, face as warm as his voice, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be saying it, then,” you tease him. “If you don’t mean it.”

“No,” Matt hurries to say. “No, I meant it. I mean it.” He sets the bag of takeout down on the table so he can face you more fully. Taking your hand, he lets his fingertips drift up to your wrist. He seeks out your pulse, feels your heart throbbing, lifeblood coursing just beneath his touch. “I just— I want you to be surprised. And excited.”

“Oh, I will be,” you tell him, your stomach practically dropping out. “Even if you told me a minute before doing it, I’ll still be losing my mind.”

Matt’s smile looks just as giddy as you feel inside. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say. You stretch up to kiss him, pressing the first kiss to the corner of his mouth before landing dead center next time, spreading him into a deeper kiss. After a moment, Foggy clears his throat.

“Oh, sorry,” Matt says to you, grinning. “Have you met Foggy?”

“Ha-ha,” Foggy faux-laughs dryly.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just an ex,” Matt says. You roll your eyes, glancing towards Foggy with a grin.

“Well, make sure you kiss me so he sees, then,” you tell him. Foggy sticks his tongue out at you as Matt tugs you in for another kiss, pressing one to your cheek, then down your jaw to your chin, and up to your mouth. You laugh, delighted, twisting to kiss him properly, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Don’t mind me,” Foggy says, loud and pointed, obvious joy in his tone at seeing his friends so happy.

If you weren’t so hungry, you probably would’ve spent a few more minutes kissing Matt, just to enjoy soaking up his presence. As it is, Matt must hear your stomach growl, because he separates you only a moment afterwards and says, “What’d you bring?”

“You tell me,” you tease. “I bet you can smell every ingredient better than I could tell them to you.”

He inhales, then says, “It’s takeout,” so seriously that Foggy inhales on his drink, choking on a laugh. You swat Matt on the shoulder.

“Just for that,” you say, “I get yours,” and try to run to the table before he can catch you around the waist and stop you. You fail, but really, you know you’ve succeeded.

requests are open!

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hi its ya gorl seijoh hoe 🤠 how would they all (separately or as a group) react to the reader when she gets protective n savage toward a crappy guy who treated her friend like trash n she talks to the guys abt it?/ love the blog btw <3

Reacting to you slapping a guy

Characters: Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Matsukawa x reader & Hanamaki x reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, nudes, swearing

a/n: Hiii i made y/n slap the guy cause he was an ass✋🏻 hope you enjoy love :) ,,,also some are in high school and some aren’t so sorry if that’s confusing <33

wc: 2.8k

Oikawa

- Your friend had recently broken up with your boyfriend and Oikawa wanted to come tell you about the rumours he’d been spreading

“No f/n, you were right to dump him he can’t expect you to stay with him when he’s never making dates and only hanging out with you when he’s drunk. That’s not a relationship” you were getting fired up just thinking about how much of a dick your friends ex was. “I know y/n, i just...i feel like i’m gonna regret it i mean i still love him, i know i shouldn’t but..” she sighed and shrugged and you held her hands comfortingly, you knew this was hard but having to build her up after every fight they had was breaking your heart and you were glad she finally managed to cut ties with him. “I know, you’ll be okay, i’ll be here the whole time m’kay? so will tooru and i’m sure he knows someone if you want to go out and have fun to get over him..” you playfully nudged her and she giggled, you were happy to finally see her seem happy. “I dont need rebound sex y/n” she rolled her eyes and you laughed together before your boyfriend, Oikawa approached you both seeming uncharacteristically nervous.

You both looked up at him expectantly “hi tooru, something wrong baby?” he sat down next to you and smiled sweetly at f/n “uh, you broke up with ex/n recently right?” your eyes widened and you slapped Toorus arm “it’s okay y/n, i figured you’d tell him anyway, i don’t mind..and yeah i did, why?” you glared at Oikawa and he laughed awkwardly “well, he’s behind the gym, i was taking a break from practise and heard your name so i listened and he was saying..things...” you looked over at your friend who was growing more anxious by the minute. You knew she’d have a million thoughts running through her head, regretting the break up. You frowned before turning to Oikawa “what things Tooru?” you were growing more frustrated by the second, thinking about that asshole. “His friend asked him about the break up and he said he broke it off cause you wanted more than sex..” Oikawa offered an apologetic smile before rubbing her shoulder “he WHAT?”.

While Oikawa was trying to comfort your friend you were seeing white, blind with rage as you stormed off ignoring your boyfriend calling you. “We should follow her, something bad is going to happen..” Tooru dragged your friend behind you as you continued on your path to the gym. That asshole couldn’t handle being dumped so he lied? what a fucking joke. You were muttering under your breath, effectively clearing the people in front of you away as the avoided your furious aura.

“Oi ex/n!” he turned around with a smug grin on his face and his friends whistled and laughed, clealry entertained “Y/n, what do i owe the p-“ he was cut off by the loud bang of your fist connecting with the bridge of his nose. He stumbled back, holding his nose as a few drops of blood hit the floor, you shook your hand, adrenaline coursing through you “you bitch!” he took a few steps towards you but you were pulled back into a firm chest “Uh, we’ll be leaving now. Don’t bother telling anyone or i’ll let the whole school know about what really happened, including your tiny dick.” Oikawa smiled widely at them before dragging you away.

When you were sitting back with your friend and Oikawa she hugged you tightly “y/n, i fucking love you” you both laughed while Oikawa stood there staring at you “ahem?” he cleared his throat. “Hi baby...?” he sighed before grabbing your hand and pressing a soft kiss against each knuckle “your adrenaline is going to go away and this is going to hurt, i’m getting you ice..f/n, make sure she stays put.” He began to stand up but you grabbed his wrist, wincing slightly “i’m sorry for making you worry Tooru” you leant down pressing a kiss to your forehead “don’t be sorry, i love how much you care about your friends, i just don’t want you hurt, i’m sure he’s worse off though, you threw a good punch i can’t wait to tell Iwa!” you both laughed before he pressed another quick kiss to your forehead, jogging off towards the gym again to grab an ice pack.

“Ugh you guys are so in love it’s gross” you friend pretended to throw up and you laughed at her “yeah” you smiled cheesily and she smiled too, she was happy you had someone so perfect for you.

Iwaizumi

You were having a night out with your best friend since she was feeling down. Her boyfriend had been distant lately so you offered to take her to a club Iwaizumi and you had gone to once to blow off some steam.

You both dressed up took some pictures before heading out. You were happy to distract your friend, she was already feeling better and excited to go out with you. You texted Iwaizumi letting him know you’ll probably crash at f/n’s house and sending him some pictures. He told you he’d stay up and wait for you to text him you got in safe anyway.

When you arrived you bought some drinks for you both and she sculled it down before moving to the dance floor, you watched amused from the bar. You felt someone staring holes into your side and so you turned to meet a very guilty face, with his arm wrapped around some girl. She was looking up at him confused “baby what’s wrong?” you scoffed audibly before making your way over to them. If your friend noticed your absence you didn’t see.

“You know, i wish i could say i was surprised...” he rolled his eyes, guilty expression vanishing as he tightened his arm around the girls waist. “So you’re the girlfriend?” you turned to look down at the girl as she scowled at you and you almost laughed. “Oh so she knows, and no sweetie i’m not.” “I am.” you turned around shocked to see your friend on the verge of tears behind you, looking heartbroken. You felt your stomach drop, you turned around to look at her now ex, wanting the Earth to open up and swallow him whole for being the reason your friend felt like this.

You don’t know what happened but suddenly your palm was red and stinging, raised into the air and he was holding his jaw, fury in his eyes. F/n grabbed your arm, quickly running out towards to the exit. “Y/n, you’re such a badass what the fuck was that?” she laughed loudly, it sounded nice despite her ruined make up and red eyes. “Are you okay?” you asked, taking out your phone to text Iwaizumi, her laugh died down and she nodded, tearing up again before hugging you. You rubbed her back soothingly.

Y/n: Hi baby, soo night out has been cut short, can you come pick us up? f/n is staying the night also hurry there’s an angry blonde girl trying to find us

Iwa: explain when i pick you up. i love you.

Y/n: mhm i love you too <3

A few minutes passed and f/n had stopped crying and was sniffling, sitting in the floor deleting photos of her ex. You heard obnoxious clicking of heels and looked to see her ex and his new girlfriend walking towards you both. You cursed under your breath, alerting f/n to the two new presences. You saw Iwaizumi’a car approaching and when he saw your panicked face he sped up, parking right in front of f/n. He guided f/n to the back seat, letting her lie down, guessing by the sight of her ex boyfriend holding another girls hand what had happened. He could see the way they looked like they were trying to kill you with their glares and came to stand beside you, “can we help you?” he wrapped a protective arm around your middle, smiling sarcastically. “Yeah, control your bitch she fucking slapped me.” he chuckled dryly and Iwaizumis grip tightened, “y/n get in the car.” you gripped his arm “zumi don’t, he isn’t worth it he’s pathetic” he looked down to see your pleading gaze and he sighed, kissing your forehead before turning and walking you both back to the car. “Hey-“ “Shut up man, you lost a good one.” Your friends ex walked off angrily and you both got in the car.

After a few minutes of driving, Iwaizumi rested his hand on your thigh, you could tell he was tense so you rubbed his hand “relax baby, i’m okay..” he relaxed his shoulders and loosened his other hand on the steering wheel. “I know but he’s an ass and i don’t trust him” he was stroking your thigh trying to calm himself down. You looked behind to see f/n “hi, you feeling okay ?” she nodded, smiling at you. “Iwaizumi i just thought you should know she did hit him pretty hard” you both giggled and iwaizumi squeezed your leg, letting out a loud laugh as he brought your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch with your best friend while Iwaizumi made you both food and put on some movies. Iwaizumi watched you both from the kitchen, admiring you taking care of your friend with a love sick grin on his face.

Matsukawa

You were at your best friends apartment waiting for your food to arrive, you were having dinner with her and sleeping over since she just broke up with her boyfriend. They’d been together for ages, he even introduced you to your boyfriend Issei, eventually he got toxic and started preventing your friend from hanging out with you guys.

The door bell rang and you sprung up to go answer it, “i got it, stay here but pause the movie.” you opened the door revealing your boyfriend looking down at you. “Hi baby” you chuckled, surprised as he pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head before moving to the lounge room where f/n was.

“Hi f/n, i’m sorry for coming over unannounced but have you spoken to ex/n recently?” she sent you a worried glance and you sat down next to her “Uh you guys aren’t together anymore are you?” you shook your head no and he paused. “Look, i’m really sorry f/n, i was on snapchat and he posted a...photo of you on his private..” she pulled out her phone hastily swiping through, she was stressed as a million thoughts clouded her mind “he removed me...” you looked over to issei who took out his phone.

You held his phone and opened the story, it was f/n naked on a bed with a caption “new whore on the market”, the next was a video of him and some friends at a park, one you recognised. F/n snatched the phone from your hand and started shaking, you gripped the pillow beside you, growing enraged at how far he went and how stressed your friend was. You stood up and walked out of the apartment, Issei followed behind you questioning you. You ignored him and got into his car, driving to the park. Issei stood in the driveway dumbfounded “f/n, y/n’s gone crazy again where’s your car?” f/n was crying now, she came out and pointed to her car parked across the street and Issei guided her to it, rubbing her back to try and calm her down.

You pulled up in front of the park and stepped out of the car, one of his friends snickered “damn she didn’t bring f/n with her, i mean they’re not bad either” they started to laugh and you ignored the growing pit in your stomach, approaching ex/n. The smug look on his face only antagonised your further as he leaned back against the fence. You wanted to wipe that look off his face so you brought your balled fist up and connected it with his jaw. He fell back further into the fence and as held your fist in your hand. His friends started to approach you, you didn’t hear a car door slamming over your own shriek when a firm arm gripped your upper arm. You winced as the grip tightening before an arm encased your middle “issei?” the man loosened his grip on your arm as Issei towered over him. “Let go.” his face looked calm, mocking almost but his voice was dripping with venom and the man let go. “Great.” Issei lifted you up and hauled you over his shoulder putting you in the car.

“Issei i’m sorry i know i shouldn’t have hit him but he was such an ass and f/n didn’t deserve that..” he furrowed his brows as he drove “i’m not mad” you looked at him “really?” he threw his head back and let out a laugh “babe are you serious? you were so badass, if you didn’t hit him i would’ve anyway” you smiled up at him and giggled “are you okay though?” you nodded and he glanced over at you.

After going back to f/n’s house, Issei iced your hand and pressed a few kisses to your upper arm where a small bruise was forming. “I love you, so much baby, i’ll see you later okay? Take care f/n, i’m really sorry, it’s been taken down” she nodded and offered him a smile and you hugged him in return “i love you too, i’ll text you okay?” he smirked at you before kissing you quickly.

F/n and you binged some shitty rom coms and did some face masks while trying to relax after a stressful day.

Hanamaki (sorry his is kind of short)

You were walking around with Makki after your date night, going to get ice cream. “Makki its this way, we’ve been here before!” you attempted to drag your boyfriend by the arm “babe it’s this way, i think i would know” he rolled his eyes “Makki i stg, you’ll see you’re wrong” you stuck out your tongue and he kissed it quickly, you scrunched up your face and wiped it “you’re gross” you both laughed until you heard someone yelling.

You turned to see your best friend looking down at the ground while her boyfriend yelled at her, throwing his arms up and growing more and more frustrated. “Y/n, isn’t that f/n, what the fuck?” Makki started approaching the couple and you quickly followed behind. “Makki wait, he’s really angry what’re you going to do?” you held onto his sleeve as he sped up.

F/n, Matsukawa, you and Makki had been friends for years, attending middle school together and high school. When you and Makki got together you remained friends but f/n quickly grew away from you when she got a boyfriend, barely returning texts, avoiding you at school. You didn’t understand why but you had a feeling it wasn’t malicious, you never liked her boyfriend anyway, so you weren’t mad at her. In fact, despite the circumstances, you were happy to see her, you’d missed her. Makki also missed her, the dynamic the four of you had, he hated her boyfriend.

“Makki? Y/n?” f/n looked up to see you both approaching her angrily. “Oi, can you not pay attention to me for once jesus this is why you were single for so long” your friend cast her gaze back down and you felt a rage bubble up inside you. You’d spent many nights with Makki wondering why f/n hadn’t been speaking with you much, assuming the worst about her boyfriend while Makki joked about him, assuring you he’d never act that way and here he was confirming your theories. You could see Makki tense up before he grabbed his collar “What the fuck do you think you’re doing talking to her like that” he turned to look at Makki and when he did you swung your hand, slapping him. His head whipped back as Makki loosened his grip, turning to you with a massive grin “damn, nice one babe” before he shoved him to the ground grabbing f/n and running away.

You both laughed loudly, dragging f/n away, after a few minutes of running you stopped. “Babe, i told you the ice cream shop was the other way” you whined before you heard sniffling beside you, “f/n...are you okay, i’m sorry i didn’t help you sooner, i wasn’t sure and i’m sorry he was treating you so badly and i didn’t know..” you looked down, grabbing her hands, she smiled at you tearily before pulling you into a hug. Makki joined in, hugging you both as she whispered into your chest “i’ve missed you guys, so, so much.” you laughed with her “i miss you too, stay the night will you? We have ice cream at home” Makki groaned as you sent him a glare “c’mon you two, i’ll call Mattsun, it’s about time we all caught up.” you both nodded and began walking home together.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Fan Behaviour

Author: Sheha Sidek

Artist: Scarlett Dixon

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel / Dean Winchester Castiel / April Kelly (Minor) Castiel / Arthur Ketch (Minor) Dean Winchester / Lisa Braeden (Minor) Dean Winchester / Mick Davies (Minor)

Length: 20000

Warnings: Underage, Stalking, Harassment, Obsession,

Tags: Teen!DeanCas, Cas and Dean separated, Lovers to Strangers to Lovers, Pining,

Posting Date: October 26, 2021

Summary: Popular Novelist meets Tabloid Journalist. Dean Winchester loves digging up dirt on the rich and famous. So what if that person was an ex-boyfriend who left him ten years ago without a word? It’s a dog eat dog world out there, and Dean’s willing to do whatever it takes to get Castiel Novak to crack. All he needed to do was to keep his head on his shoulders and not fall for those damn blue eyes again. Castiel Novak has been through some shit in his life. Family drama. Separation from wife. Crazy stalker fans sending crap to his home address for no reason. And now his damn ex-boyfriend has turned up out of the blue in some obnoxious French restaurant at Sunset Boulevard. Cas knows Dean wants some kind of emotional payback for the hurt and humiliation he had to endure. Cas doesn’t mind. All that bluster, snide remarks and dark looks shot his way? That ain’t hate. That’s just fan behaviour.

Excerpt: “Relax. It’s not like I haven’t seen yours before,” Dean said with a dark chuckle. Cas cursed under his breath and tried to finish his business as quickly as humanly possible. Of course Dean had to choose the urinal right next to him, unzipping his jeans then grunting a little as he peed noisily against the white porcelain. “Fuck,” Cas whispered under his breath, shook himself dry, and quickly tucked himself into his pants. “Gotta wash those hands with soap, my friend. Don’t want your girlfriend to think you’re not big on hygiene, do you?” “She’s not my girlfriend,” Cas said in a temper, making a huge show of lathering his hands with soap, scrubbing them vigorously. Their eyes met in the mirror as Dean approached the sink to wash his own hands. “I don’t appreciate you making these insinuations, Dean. You may be used to scraping the bottom of the gossip barrel for your trashy newspaper - but I assure you, if you’re thinking of provoking some kind of reaction from me, you’d fail miserably. Dean snorted as he rinsed the lather off his hands. “Calm the fuck down, sweetheart. You're not as interesting as you think you are. Mick just wants to run a story with your actor bestie out there, so how about we remain civil until then, huh?”  Cas felt himself flush red.  Dammit.  \*\*\* Dean didn’t know why he pushed Cas that hard. Perhaps it’s the long-standing grudge he had against his once-boyfriend, but damn if Cas hadn’t grown some fangs since Dean last saw him. The Castiel Dean knew was soft-spoken, almost shy, and gentle. This… this was something else. To Dean’s dismay, he found that he liked this new part of Cas that doesn’t take shit from anyone - not even from Dean. “I know how to handle myself, Dean, thank you very much,” Cas snarked, “I wish I could say the same for you as well.”  “Hey, it was a surprise to see an old boyfriend popping up out of nowhere. It would have been nice to get a heads up years ago - before he dumped me and just fucked off into the sunset with a wife, but… no biggie right?” Dean said airily as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, trying to fix his already immaculate hair. Cas looked so angry, running his hands through his hair multiple times till he resembled a very irate hedgehog.  “I did not dump you,” Cas gritted out, his voice dangerously quiet. Dean looked surprised for a few moments, looking over his shoulder to face Cas directly since the night began. “Say whatever you want, Dean, or think whatever you want of me - but you can’t say that I left you. I was forced to return to DC, and when I went back to look for you, you were gone. No one knew where you went. I looked everywhere. Asked everyone. You were just… gone.”

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[heytherejulia]

You broke me first ~ Tom Holland

pairing: ex tom holland x female reader

warnings: angst, break up, swearing, a bit sad i guess

summary: you and tom broke up but some time after that he calls you in the middle of the night

word count: 1.4k

So when you decided to end everything between you both, you were devastated. This came as no surprise, neither to your best friend Harrison, nor even to yourself. You were utterly and completely in love with him and, however naive it sounded, you had imagined your future together in your dreams, but life did not always turn out as we imagine and you were a living, almost a book example of that.

You knew your relationship with Tom was going through a crisis, but you didn't think it would lead to a breakup. Though you might have been kind of expecting it cuz it hadn't been going well for a good few months, you still had stupid hope that your love for this boy would be enough to save this sinking ship.

Several months had passed since the last time you saw each other, and you felt a little better, though the fact that both Tom's brothers and Harrison had to divide their time between both of you wasn't beneficial for your well-being. It wasn't fair to any of them, and you knew it, but there was nothing you could do about it. You didn't want to see Tom, not after the way you broke up. Or maybe he was the one who didn't want to see you?

Before you told each other it was over, you tried to save your relationship. You gave Tom as much space as he wanted to have. You tried so hard to be a good girlfriend, good partner, support him through thick and thin, genuinely be there for him, not to control him, not to bother him, not to start arguing, not to be clingy or needy.

And yet he ignored you, refused to answer your calls, canceled your meetings and dates, and when you finally managed to meet, he was reserved and cool with you. He was acting like a proper asshole and you couldn’t do anything about it.

You knew that Tom wasn't the most outspoken about his true feelings. He didn't necessary like talking about himself at all, and you respected that, but when you saw pictures of him and Nadia after your breakup, you wished he had told you earlier that he had thought about someone else when he was with you. You would have just let him go much earlier than you did, because although you were devastated and really sad because of all the shit that happened between you and Tom, all you wanted for him was to be happy, even in the name of your own happiness.

He hadn't spoken to you for several months, and yet he knew what was going on with you. Of course he knew. Harrison wouldn't let him forget about you. He wasn't really doing this to bother him, the topic always came naturally. Whatsoever it wasn't like he really wanted to forget. He knew he was acting like an asshole, like a real twat, but he couldn't turn back time and change his decisions. Even though he wished he could.

So you accepted it and moved on. You decided not to miss, regret, not seek attention or anything else. You decided to throw him away from your mind just like he threw you from his.

Despite months with no response from Tom, you wondered if maybe he was sitting drunk in some bar right now, or if his car had broken down so he had never had a chance to visit you along with Harrison.

Until one night when your phone rang, waking you from sleep. Despite your exhaustion, you picked up the phone just to hear Tom's voice in your ear.

'Hi, love'

Tom was a good man, so you wanted to keep in touch with him even after you broke up, and still wanted to be friends just like you were before the disaster called your relationship. But he clearly preferred to just forget about you and kick you out of his life for good.

'Your phone has been off for the couple of months so you're calling me now, Thomas?'

You were being truly and utterly rude, but you weren't even trying to be otherwise, it was three in the fucking morning and you were just talking to your ex. Besides, he should have known that you cherished your sleep time like nothing else.

'I'm sorry, but I know you. You are like this, you have always been like this. When shit didn’t go your way, you needed me to fix it. And like me I've been doing it for you every time, but I ran out of ever single reason why I had to do it again.'

'I need you, Y/N/N.'

'I miss you, you know? It was a mistake, our breakup and everything I did back then. You're the only one who keeps me sane, love. Come back to me, we can fix it. I still care about you.'

'And now suddenly you're asking for it back? Could you tell me where did you get the nerve to tell me this? You can tell me you miss all that we've had, but I don't really care how bad it hurts because you didn't care when you broke me first.'

'Yeah that's my name, you don't need to remind me about it. But you know what? I denied it for a while after I first heard that you moved on quicker than I could ever and that hurts. It hurt that in such a short time you forgot about the three damn years we had spent together. And I can swear to you, for a while I was staring at my phone just to see your name on the screen, but now that it’s there, I don’t even know what to say.'

You laughed sarcastically.

'Y/N'

'When you called me, what did you think would happen? That I will let you go back into my life just like this and let you make mess of it all over again? I'm sorry you didn't want to stay in touch with me after our breakup, but now I am the one who don't want to stay in touch, I just want some peace to move on with my life and you should too. Take care and say hello to your parents and brothers from me.'

'Y/N/N. I know I hurt you, but I understood my mistakes. Let me fix what I screwed up.'

You cut him off.

After these words, you pressed the red button on your screen, and with the end of the call, you closed this chapter of your life and were proud of it. No more crying at nights, brooding over all already made decisions, actions, words, gestures and events. Only peace and quiet in your torn heart and mind.

On the other hand, Tom couldn't forgive himself for what he had done to his Y/N/N. The thought that he had done exactly what he had always tried to protect you from made him feel like shit. And he agreed with Harrison, who told him he was a total asshole, and wished his best friend had beaten his face back then, because he deserved it like no one else.

Tom will always be a part of your life, and who knows, maybe in a few years you both will meet again and find out you have matured enough to start over with no hard feelings for each other, but for now, it would be best for both of you to split up.

According to some research, before people find the right significant other, they go through seven different relationships that end in a breakup. It kind of calmed you down and eased the feeling of failure.

You still wished Tom the best and wanted him to be happy, but this time you allowed yourself a little bit of selfishness and put your happiness ahead. You realized that you were not meant for each other, and that was fine.

If he had been able to turn back time and prevent this breakup, he would have. His brothers loved you, his parents loved you, his friends loved you, his fans loved you, he loved you, everyone said that you were a keeper and that he would be a fool to let you go. And damn, he did it and was the biggest fool in the world. But if you were happier without him, wasn't it worth letting you go to live peacefully? If the lack of him in your life was going to make you finally as happy and carefree as before he broke you, then the pain in his heart was worth it.

I let you go if that's what you want, but don't cut yourself off from my family and friends, they love you too much. Take care, darling.

To: You

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