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Weddings and Wounds

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: DUB-CON, toxic relationship, jealous!Rafe, possessive behavior, mention of forced marriage also english isn’t my first language.

Summary: You’ve been dating Rafe Cameron for a few years—maybe it’s finally time to make it official.

Word count: 2.5k

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Even though you’d been with Rafe for almost three years now, you still hadn’t gotten used to the fancy parties Cameron threw so often. This time, it was a much more important occasion—his cousin’s wedding. You wore an elegant, silky dress with a tailored fit. Of course, your boyfriend picked it out and paid for it.

“I told you that dress would look amazing on you. I always know what’s best for you, huh?” you heard Rafe say as he leaned against the door of his room.

“Yeah, it looks good,” you quietly responded. You didn’t look up to meet his gaze. Instead, you played with the fabric of the dress with your trembling fingers until you felt his hand on yours. His other hand gently grabbed your chin, and that’s when you finally met those intense blue eyes.

“You don’t like it or something?” he asked.

“No, I love it, Rafe. I’m just a little nervous, you know?” you said. You didn’t want to sound ungrateful, even though you hated the dress. You hated every dress Rafe had bought for you, every flower, every necklace, every perfume.

It wasn’t that those presents were unappealing to you—no, they were probably the most expensive and luxurious things you owned. But it all felt like an illusion. The gifts were meant to show others that your relationship with Rafe was perfect, that he cared about you and spoiled you. But they didn’t know the dark truth behind every gift.

“You’re nervous, huh?” he repeated your words, his smirk widening. “Don’t worry, princess. I have an idea to soothe your mind.” His fingers traced along your jaw, and when he saw your scared wide eyes, his smile only grew. He placed a small kiss on your lips and pulled back slightly to look at you again.

“Hmm, what would you say?” he asked in low tone, his hand beginning to wander along your body, dangerously close to your core.

“Rafe, the wedding starts in, like, 20 minutes. I think we should go to the car...” you tried to stop him, but it was Cameron’s firstborn son, so of course he insisted.

“Come on, we have plenty of time.” He murmured, his lips pressing against yours in a hungry kiss. Without waiting for a response he firmly pushed you onto his bed.

“Besides you look really really good in this dress babe”

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You ended up enjoying yourself at the wedding more than you expected. The music and food were great. You thought Rafe would be glued to you the whole time, always keeping an eye on you like most of the parties you attend to. But it turned out that Ward wanted to introduce him to some businessmen (his father always found a way to network and make connections, even at a wedding)

While your boyfriend was busy talking to them, you had some time to chat with Sarah. Even though she was Rafe’s sister, you hadn’t talked much before. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to—Rafe just never really let you. He didn’t like sharing you, especially with her, since he thought she was a spoiled, dumb bitch, as he has said many times.

"Hey, I’m not sure if it’s okay for me to ask, but Rafe said you’re hanging out with John B now?" Well, he didn’t say it exactly like that. It was more like, "Did you know Sarah is sucking off some fucking Pogue?" But there’s no way you are repeating that word for word.

“Oh yes, we’re kind of together. I mean, he didn’t ask me yet, but we spend a lot of time together, and I really like him,” she replied, and you could see the love in her eyes when she talked about John B. “I don’t want you to think I don’t like Topper or something. We just weren’t meant to be, I guess.”

Of course, she felt the need to explain herself—you were Topper’s friend, after all. Well, kind of. He was one of the two guys Rafe let you hang out with, the other being Kelce. But Rafe didn’t like it when you spent too much time talking to his guy friends. He’d cut you off mid-sentence and “joke” that they were trying to steal his girl, but you could always recognize the serious tone, knowing he meant it.

“But what about you? How are you even managing to stay with my brother for so long? I mean, no offense, but he’s kind of an asshole.”

Sarah knew Rafe was far from the perfect image he tried to portray, but she had no idea just how bad he could actually be.

You just awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, well, he’s really—”

Rafe suddenly joined the table, his gaze flickering between you and Sarah. “I see that you enjoy talking with my sister,” he said, his voice laced with irritation. “More than with me, huh?”

Sarah, unfazed, responded, “We were actually talking about you.”

Rafe’s expression tightened, a sharp edge creeping into his tone. “Really?” he said, his smile thin and forced. “How interesting. What exactly do you have to say about me?”

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his gaze. It was clear he wasn’t just curious—there was something more beneath his words, a flicker of frustration that you couldn’t ignore.

“I was just trying to say how good and loving you are” you said quickly, trying to ease the tension that hung thick between you both.

Rafe hesitated, his gaze lingering on you, intense and unreadable. For a moment, you were scared he wouldn’t believe you, that your words wouldn’t be enough to shift the mood.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally responded, his voice low and quiet, as if he were weighing his words carefully. “You know I’ll always take care of you.” he said, a slight smirk tugging at his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

As Ward and Rose joined you, their voices faded into the background, murmuring about wedding decorations. You couldn’t really focus on their conversation—it all seemed too distant. That is, until Ward spoke, his words pulling you back to the moment.

“You know, seeing all this today… makes you think, doesn’t it?” he said, a knowing smile on his face.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “Well, I mean, you two have been together for how long now?” His tone was casual, but there was something more in his words. “Maybe it’s time to make it official, huh?”

A nervous laugh escaped your lips, the sound shaky even to your own ears. Make it official. The idea of being Rafe’s wife—tied to him forever—terrified you. You already felt vulnerable as his girlfriend, but you couldn’t even imagine the weight of being his wife. You hesitated, unsure how to respond, but before you could gather your thoughts, Ward cut in, his voice teasing.

“Just saying, you never know when the right moment hits. Might be sooner than you think.” His gaze flicked to Rafe, who was looking at you now, his eyes unreadable.

Your heart raced. The thought of marrying Rafe felt suffocating, but what could you do?

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“It’s getting kind of late, huh? We’re heading back. Come on,” Rafe said, hurrying you toward his Jeep. He opened the passenger door for you, but the sharp, forceful way he slammed it shut made it clear—he was angry. For some reason. And that wasn’t a good sign, especially since you were supposed to spend the night at his mansion.

The drive was painfully silent. The only sound was Rafe’s heavy sighs, each one deeper than the last, like he was wrestling with something intense in his mind.

“Rafe?” you asked softly, but there was no response.

“Rafe,” you said again, this time a little louder, a little more desperate.

“Can’t you just shut up?!” His voice shot back, sharp and filled with anger.

He didn’t even glance at you. His eyes were locked on the road, hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. The tension in the car was suffocating, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. You felt a knot form in your stomach, a mixture of fear and confusion.

When you finally pulled into the driveway, Rafe stormed out of the car without a word, slamming the door behind him. He didn’t look back as he made his way to the mansion’s front door, opening it with a force that echoed through the night. You hesitated for a moment, but you knew better than to stay behind. Reluctantly, you followed, heart racing as you made your way up the stairs to his room.

When you reached the room, you found him halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, movements sharp. But then your eyes met his — filled with fury, burning like a storm ready to explode.

For a moment, neither of you moved, just stood there, locked in a tense stare. The silence was suffocating, until he broke it.

“You don’t have anything to fucking say?” His voice was like a slap.

Confused and a little shaken, you furrowed your brows, trying to process his words, but your heart was racing, your thoughts jumbled.

Rafe ran a hand through his messy, dirty blonde hair, his frustration clear as he moved toward you. His eyes burned with anger.

“Of course you don’t,” he spat, his voice full of venom. “You know why?” He didn’t wait for an answer, his gaze sharpening as he watched the confusion on your face, the look only making his anger flare up further. “Because you don’t think.”

“You embarrassed me,” he hissed, taking another step toward you, his presence almost suffocating. The tension between you two was unbearable now, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

“You made me look like a fucking idiot,” Rafe repeated, his voice low and sharp. “In front of my father, in front of Rose—everyone.” His hand shot out, gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to meet his furious gaze.

“I’m sorry, Rafe. I didn’t mean to,” your voice trembled, the fear clear in every word.

He nodded slowly, a cruel smirk spreading across his face as he flicked his tongue over his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re sorry, huh?” he mocked, taking a step closer, his breath hot against your skin. “But you still don’t want to marry your own boyfriend, right?”

so it was about that.

“It’s not what I meant, Rafe,” you tried to reason, your voice trembling, but he cut you off with a bitter laugh.

“I swear, you’re making me mad on purpose,” he growled, his words sharp and filled with frustration.

You shook your head, as much as you could with his firm hold on your cheeks, the pressure making it hard to breathe. But Rafe didn’t stop.

He nodded slowly, his expression twisted with emotion. “You like it, don’t you?” His voice shook, full of frustration and bitterness. “It’s like your favorite thing in the world.”

“I’m sorry, Rafe,” you whispered, your voice shaky as you tried to pull his hands away, but his grip was like iron.

“Yeah, you said that,” he snapped, his tone colder than before, the anger still burning beneath it.

He let go of your face—for now—and pointed sharply at his chest. “I’m your boyfriend, okay?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl.

You turned your head to the side, a small act of defiance that only seemed to fuel his anger.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he demanded, his words a lingering threat in the air, his tone dripping with anger. “As your boyfriend, I expect some damn respect.”

You barely whispered, “I do—” the words swallowed by the weight of your fear and anxiety.

He tilted his head slightly, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. Anger still simmered in his eyes, but there was something wicked in the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Show me then,” he ordered, his voice low and cold as he pressed his hands firmly on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees.

As you sank down in front of him, the weight of the moment hit you. His intentions became clear when he began to unbuckle his belt, and a sick realization settled in—you knew exactly what he wanted you to do.

The house was empty. Ward and Rose were still celebrating at the wedding with Sarah, and Wheezie was probably fast asleep in her room. No one was coming. No one would hear. It was just you and Rafe.

You knew there was no reasoning with him. You knew Rafe too well—his volatile nature, the way his anger twisted into something dangerous, something unstoppable. Once his mind was set, there was no turning him back. And tonight, you could see it in his eyes—he wasn’t going to stop.

After he unbuckled his belt, the pants followed, unzipping to reveal his already semi-hard cock.

After all these times you had him in your mouth, it still made you feel suffocated by his size, the intensity always leaving you gasping.

“We’ll see just how much you really respect me.” He said and every part of you screamed to stop, to fight back, but the fear kept you frozen. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no—not when you knew the consequences of defying him would be far worse than enduring this humiliation.

His hand pressed against your head, guiding you with a firm yet controlling rhythm, forcing you to move in time.

His fury made him harsher than ever, as if your body was no longer your own, but a puppet to his demands. When you stole a brief glance up, your tear-filled eyes locked with his —there was nothing kind in it, only cold, detached control.

You just wanted it to end. You were drained, struggling to breathe, your throat raw with pain. Tears streamed down your face, but Rafe didn’t care. If anything, it only seemed to turn him on more.

He was even rougher now, his loud groans echoing through the room, each one more intense than the last. “You better not waste a single drop.” He spoke in a hoarse voice and moments later, he came in your mouth, you could feel warmth and the salty taste on your tongue as he continued to use you beyond his climax. After he finally let you go and saw that you had swallowed, he murmured, “Good.”

Rafe was looking down at you, but then he bent slightly and gently stroked your cheeks, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. His breathing gradually evened out, and with a chuckle, he said, “God, I can’t believe my future wife is such a slut.”

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Until Now

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nico hischier x reader

Theme: fluff, friends to lovers

Words: 3565

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Walking into the Prudential Center as an official part of the New Jersey Devils’ staff feels surreal. You’ve been in locker rooms before, worked with athletes at the highest level, but there’s something different about this. Maybe it's because the team is new to you or perhaps it's because one particular player isn't.

Nico Hischier.

He doesn’t know you’ve been hired yet. The team only found out a few days ago that they were getting a new physio, and with their game schedule, there wasn’t much time for introductions. You were hired based on your experience, and despite your history working in high-performance hockey, you can’t shake the nerves buzzing in your stomach.

“Hey, you must be the new physio,” one of the trainers greets you as you step into the medical room, offering you a warm smile. “I’m Mike. Welcome to the team.”

“Thanks,” you say, shaking his hand. “Excited to get started.”

“Good,” Mike grins. “You’ll fit right in. Most of the guys are good about their recovery, but you’ll quickly find that some of them think they’re invincible.”

You smirk, already knowing exactly who he’s talking about. “Let me guess—hockey players who refuse to admit when they’re hurt?”

Mike chuckles. “Exactly. You’ll see soon enough.”

Before long, the locker room begins to fill as players trickle in from the morning skate, each offering a greeting and a warm welcome to the team. You’re busy organizing some rehab protocols when you hear a familiar voice.

“Mike, do you have time to check my—”

Nico stops mid-sentence when he sees you.

You turn, trying not to smile too wide, but the look on his face is priceless. His eyebrows shoot up, mouth slightly open, like his brain is short-circuiting trying to process what’s happening.

Your story with Nico was never simple.

You met through mutual friends years ago, at some party where the music was too loud and the drinks were flowing, but somehow, the two of you had ended up in a corner talking like you’d known each other forever.

From the start, there was something there—something easy, something that made you gravitate toward him without even meaning to. And from what you had heard from his friends, that feeling wasn’t one-sided. Nico fancied you. A lot.

And you couldn’t say you weren’t interested.

But something was always in the way.

One of you was always in a relationship or tied up in something that made timing impossible. There were stolen glances, lingering conversations, maybe even a fleeting moment where it almost happened—but it never did.

It just wasn’t meant to be.

So you remained in each other’s orbit, moving closer, then apart, again and again—like fate had a twisted sense of humor. You would see him at gatherings, catch up with ease, laugh at inside jokes like no time had passed.

But the years passed. Life happened. And eventually, you convinced yourself that maybe this was all it would ever be.

Until you got the offer to work for the Devils - an opportunity you couldn’t turn down.

You told yourself it wouldn’t change anything. That after so much time apart, you and Nico had both moved on, that whatever almost existed between you had faded into nothing more than a fond memory.

Being around him again would be fine. Easy. A reminder of the years before, when timing was never on your side but friendship had always been enough.

But now, standing here—seeing the way his eyes linger on you, the way his expression flickers between surprise and something deeper. You can’t help but wonder if this was ever going to be as simple as you tried to convince yourself it would be.

“You’re—” He blinks. “What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, Nico,” you say, teasing.

He runs a hand through his hair, still looking completely thrown. “Wait. You—are you working here?”

You nod, trying to suppress a laugh. “Just started today.”

Before Nico can respond, Jack walks in, glancing between the two of you. “Oh, you two know each other?,” he says, grinning. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Cap.”

Nico finally snaps out of it, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “No one told me about this.”

Mike chuckles from the side. “Surprise.”

Nico glances at you again, and you can see the way his mind is racing. You've always meant something to him—unacknowledged, lingering, yet constant. And now? Now you’re part of his world in a way he never saw coming.

Jack slaps a hand on Nico’s shoulder. “Man, this is gonna be so fun to watch.”

You laugh, meeting Nico’s eyes. “Looks like you’re stuck with me now, Captain.”

Nico exhales, shaking his head with a half-smile.

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Over the next few months, you and Nico fall into an easy rhythm as always—friendly banter finds its way back into your dynamic. You joke with him during treatments, roll your eyes when he insists he doesn’t need rest days, and sometimes, you catch him watching you in a way that makes your stomach flip.

But you don’t let it go beyond that.

Because you have a boyfriend—a fact you hadn’t told Nico about. Yet.

In his mind, everything had been falling into place. Nico feels like, for the first time, the stars have finally aligned.

For years, it was always something—bad timing, distance, relationships that never left space for anything more. But now, with you here in a part of his world that feels permanent, he can’t help but think that maybe this is it. Maybe this is the chance he’s been waiting for.

But then, in the middle of an easy conversation, you mention something—someone—and the ground shifts beneath him.

A boyfriend.

You don’t say it like a confession, don’t drop it like a bomb. It’s casual, slipped into conversation like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t change everything.

But it does.

Because all this time, Nico thought the universe was finally on his side. Turns out, it was just playing another cruel trick on him.

After hearing you mention your boyfriend, Nico takes a moment, his face betraying nothing but the quiet storm raging inside. He forces a small, tight smile, but there’s a flicker of something else—disappointment, maybe even a little hurt—behind his eyes.

“You have a boyfriend,” he repeats softly, like he’s trying to process the words in a way that makes sense.

You nod, watching his reaction closely, but you can’t read him. “Yeah, we've been together for a while now.”

Nico looks away briefly, running a hand through his hair, then meets your gaze again. “I… didn’t know.” He lets out a small, almost inaudible laugh, shaking his head. “I guess I should’ve figured it out. I don’t know why I thought…” He trails off, eyes downcast for a second, as if weighing his words carefully.

It’s clear he’s trying to mask whatever else is there, but you can still feel the weight of what he’s not saying. He might not want to admit it, but the truth is, hearing you’re with someone else stings in a way he didn’t expect.

There’s a stretch of silence, thick with something unsaid. Finally, Nico clears his throat. “Is he… good to you?”

You pause for half a second before nodding. “Yeah. He is.”

It’s not a lie. Not really. Your relationship isn’t bad—it’s just… not great, either.

But Nico doesn’t push. He just hums in acknowledgment, his jaw tight, and you pretend not to notice the way his entire demeanor shifts after that.

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From then on, things are a little different.

Nico is still friendly, still professional, but the lingering tension that had started to build between you evaporates. He keeps a little more distance, doesn’t hold your gaze as long, doesn’t joke with you the way he used to.

And you tell yourself that’s a good thing.

And because, deep down, you know that if Nico really wanted to, he could ruin every single feeling you’ve been trying to suppress.

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A few months after that conversation, things only get worse. The constant fighting with your boyfriend has taken its toll, and you’re at a breaking point, feeling like you need to confide in someone before you completely lose it.

It happens late one evening after a long road trip. The team had just gotten back, exhausted but relieved to be home. Most of the guys had gone their separate ways—some heading straight to their beds, others to grab a late-night meal—but you and Nico somehow ended up in the training room.

He had come in for a quick post-trip stretch, and you had stayed behind to finish organizing some rehab plans. It was quiet, the hum of the therapy machines the only background noise, and for the first time in a while, it felt like there was space to talk.

You didn’t even mean to say it.

But as you stood there, watching him work through a shoulder stretch, the words just… slipped out.

“I don’t know what to do.”

Nico looked up, brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated, fingers tracing the edge of the clipboard in your hands. “My relationship…,” you say, your voice soft but firm, the truth slipping out before you can stop it. “It’s not what it used to be, and I don’t even know how it got here. We’ve been drifting, and I’ve been trying to ignore it, but I can’t anymore.”

Nico’s expression softens, and for a brief moment, you see the hesitation in his eyes, as though he’s unsure whether he should say anything at all. But after a beat, he steps closer, his voice gentle.

“You deserve someone who makes you feel good, who makes you feel happy,” he says, his words full of sincerity. “I don’t want you to stay in something that’s not right for you.”

You nod, fighting the urge to explain more, to justify yourself. “I don’t know what’s been happening. It’s just… been falling apart, and I don’t know what to do about it.” You look at him, your voice cracking a little. “It’s been hard to admit, even to myself.”

Nico falls silent for a moment, letting your words sink in. He wants to reach out, to comfort you, but hesitates, unsure if it’s his place. Instead, he meets your gaze with quiet understanding, his expression softer than it has been in a long time.

Nico stays quiet for a moment, taking in what you’ve said. He wants to reach out, to comfort you, but he doesn’t want to overstep. Instead, he looks at you with that quiet understanding, his expression softer than it’s been in a while. “Since when?”

You sighed, setting the clipboard down. “I don’t know. A while, I guess. It’s just been feeling… off. Rocky.” You let out a humorless laugh. “Guess it happens.”

Nico was quiet for a moment, studying you. And even though he didn’t say it, you could feel the way he was carefully measuring his reaction. Because deep down, you knew he wanted to hear this. You knew that part of him still hoped. But more than anything, you knew Nico—and he was never the kind of person who would want to see you unhappy.

Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”

You huffed a soft laugh. “Are you?”

His lips quirked slightly, but there was no real amusement in his expression. “I mean, yeah. I don’t want you feeling like that.”

The way he said it—so simple, so genuine—made your chest ache.

You nodded, glancing down. “Yeah. Me neither.”

A heavy silence hung between you, filled with words neither of you were brave enough to say.

After a moment, Nico reached for his water bottle, his voice softer this time. “Do you think it’s fixable?”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “I don’t know.”

And for the first time since this conversation started, you met his eyes again.

The moment stretched, charged and unspoken, before Nico finally gave a small nod.

“Well,” he said quietly, “for what it’s worth… I just want you to be happy.”

The sincerity in his voice almost broke you.

And maybe—just maybe—that was the moment you realized where your heart had been all along.

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The tension in the Devils’ locker room is so thick you could probably cut it with a skate blade. Someone is shouting at someone else, their voices cutting through the room, but you keep your head down, focused on your work. You don’t feel like yourself anymore—you just go through the motions. Your mind is somewhere else. Or, more accurately, on someone else. Your boyfriend—if you can even still call him that—has been distant, arguments bubbling up over the smallest things, and at this point, you’re starting to wonder if you’re just holding onto something that’s already broken.

And Nico knows.

He hasn’t said anything outright, but you can feel it in the way he watches you. The way his eyes linger a little too long when he thinks you don’t notice. The way his jaw clenches whenever he overhears you on the phone, your voice tight with frustration. The way he always asks if you’re okay—like he already knows the answer but wants you to say it out loud.

Today, it’s no different.

You’re finishing up with one of the guys when Nico walks in, fresh from the ice, his hair damp and his jersey clinging slightly to his frame. He offers a polite nod to the other player but doesn’t take his eyes off you as he makes his way over.

“Everything okay?” he asks, leaning against the treatment table as the other player exits.

You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face before looking up at him. “Yeah. Just tired.”

He hums, not buying it. He never does. “Tired from work, or tired from… other things?”

You give him a pointed look. “You know you don’t have to ask.”

His jaw tightens slightly, his fingers drumming against the edge of the table. “Did something happen?”

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “Just the same old fight. Different day.”

Nico is quiet for a moment, his gaze searching yours like he’s debating whether to say what’s really on his mind. Finally, he speaks—carefully, like he’s choosing his words with precision.

“You deserve to be happy,” he says, his voice quieter than before. “Really happy.”

Your breath catches, because there’s something in the way he says it—something unspoken but so incredibly obvious.

Your stomach twists, and not in a bad way. Because you both know what he’s really saying. You both know what’s been lingering between you for months now. And you both know he’s too good to ever cross a line.

But damn, do you wish the line didn’t exist.

“Nico—”

“I know,” he cuts in, shaking his head as if he already knows what you’re going to say. “I know. It’s not my place.” He pushes off the table, raking a hand through his hair. “I just— I hate seeing you like this.”

You swallow hard, your fingers curling into your palms. “I know.”

For a moment, neither of you say anything. It’s just you, standing there, your heart pounding, his eyes dark with something he won’t act on.

Not yet.

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The breakup was inevitable. You knew it, your ex knew it. It wasn’t dramatic. No big fights, no yelling for once—just a quiet conversation that ended with both of you knowing it was over. It was overdue, really. And for the first time in a long time, you felt free.

You didn’t tell anyone right away, though. Not because you were hiding it, but because you needed time to process it on your own. And maybe, deep down, you knew there was one person whose reaction mattered more than anyone else’s.

Nico.

Which is why, when you end up out with the guys weeks later at , he’s still acting the same way he always does—watching you from across the bar with that same careful restraint, never letting himself get too close.

You’ve had enough of it.

That’s how you end up outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you lean against the brick wall, your heart pounding. You’re not second-guessing this. Not tonight.

And Nico follows. Of course he does.

The door swings shut behind him, muffling the music, and he stops just a few feet away. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, his expression unreadable.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, his voice low, cautious.

You don’t answer. Instead, you take a step forward, closing the space between you, and before he can say anything else—before he can stop you—you kiss him.

He freezes.

For a second, he doesn’t move at all, like his brain is still catching up to what’s happening. You’re kissing him—something he’s only ever imagined in his dreams, but now, it’s actually happening. The warmth of your lips, the closeness he’s always wanted, is real. Every part of him is aware that this moment, this thing he thought would never come, is finally here.

But then, just as you deepen the kiss, he pulls back, “What—,” he shakes his head, trying to process. “What are you doing?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Kissing you?”

His jaw clenches, and for the first time, you see something close to frustration in his expression. “You—” He exhales sharply.

“You have a boyfriend,” Nico says, his voice tight, like it physically pains him to say the words.

You blink up at him, your stomach twists, a mix of nerves and something dangerously close to excitement. Because you’re about to say something that changes everything.

“Nico,” you say softly, reaching for his hands where they’re still gripping your arms. “I don’t.”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“We broke up.” You give his hands a small squeeze. “Few weeks ago.”

He stares at you, processing, his lips parting slightly like he wants to say something but can’t find the words. His grip on you loosens, his thumbs brushing absentmindedly over your skin.

“You…,” he trails off, his expression still bewildered. “You didn’t tell me.”

You swallow, searching his face. “I wanted to. I just—needed time. And I wasn’t sure if…” You hesitate, heart pounding. “If it would change anything.”

Nico exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, his whole body still tense. “Are you serious?” His voice is quieter now, almost disbelieving. “It changes everything,” he pauses, “And you know it.”

Something inside you flips, hope bubbling to the surface. “Yeah?”

He lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Jesus, I’ve been losing my mind watching you, thinking I just had to live with it—” He cuts himself off, his hands coming back to your waist. “And now you’re telling me…”

“That I want you,” you finish for him.

His breath hitches, his fingers tightening on your hips.

“You don’t have to hold back anymore, Nico,” you whisper.

For a second, he still looks like he can’t believe it, like he’s waiting for someone to tell him this isn’t real.

But then, finally, he exhales, his shoulders relaxing, and his lips crash onto yours.

And this time, he doesn’t pull away.

Nico’s kiss is urgent, almost desperate, like he’s been holding back for too long. His hands slide up your back, pulling you closer, his body pressed against yours as if he can’t get close enough. You respond just as eagerly, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging him even nearer, deepening the kiss.

For a moment, it’s like the world falls away—like it’s just the two of you standing there in the cool night air, the buzz of the club a distant hum in the background. His lips move with a kind of practiced hunger, but there’s a gentleness beneath it, as if he’s waiting for your signal, checking to make sure you’re still with him.

When you pull back, gasping for air, your chest rises and falls rapidly, and Nico’s forehead drops to yours, his breath uneven. “God,” he mutters, his hands still resting on your waist. “I can’t believe this is real.”

You chuckle, a soft sound, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions flooding through you. “It’s real,” you whisper. “I’m right here.”

He takes a slow, deep breath, his hands gently cupping your face now, as if to make sure you’re not going anywhere. His eyes are dark, intense, but there’s a warmth in them now—something that feels different. Something that feels… right.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because this… this is more than just a kiss for me.”

You smile, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “I’m sure.”

Nico’s expression softens, his smile slow and tender. He leans in again, pressing a light kiss to your lips, before pulling back just enough to look you in the eye.

“I’m not going to screw this up,” he says, determination in his voice. “I won’t.”

You rest your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. “You won’t,” you promise him. “I know you won’t.”

His eyes search yours, cautious but certain, like he’s trying to memorize this moment, just in case.

There were so many chances, so many times you could have fallen into this. Every moment before this was a chance left untouched.

Until now.

[sleepysuga0]

Unspoken

A/N: Hey guys welcome to my page ! This is my first ever fic , please be nice 🫡 I really hope you all enjoy this oneshot I came up with it when I was sleep deprived 😭

Pairing : Yoongi x Wife reader

Summary : A love stretched thin by distance and silence, until absence becomes the only thing loud enough to be heard.

Genre : Established Relationship, Angst, tiny fluff at the end.

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and purely for entertainment purposes. All characters and events depicted are fictional and do not reflect real-life individuals or situations.

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The clock read 11:13 PM, I had been sitting in our bedroom when I heard the door to his home studio creak open. It had been hours since he went in there—just like every other night lately. I didn’t even look up from my book as I listened to his footsteps pad down the hall, heading toward the kitchen. I already knew the routine. A quick snack, then back to work. Always back to work.

I swallowed, gripping the edge of my book a little tighter. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be.

On his way back, he slowed in the doorway, leaning against the frame. I could feel his eyes on me before I even looked up. When I did, he gave me a small, tired smile—one that felt like an old memory instead of something real. I smiled back, and for a split second, I felt something. Felt him. It was the closest we’d been in weeks. But it didn’t last. Before I could even open my mouth, he was walking away, and the moment slipped through my fingers like sand.

I needed him.

“Yoongi.” His name left my lips before I could stop myself. He turned around, eyebrows pulling together in quiet confusion.

I hesitated. This was stupid. He was busy. He had deadlines. He had a world outside of me that demanded more from him than I ever could. But I still said it.

“…Can you hold me?”

The pause was too long. His face was unreadable. Then—

“I don’t know if I have enough time.”

A knife to the chest would’ve been kinder.

“Oh,” I whispered, the weight of humiliation pressing down on me. I could feel tears burning at the edges of my eyes. I wanted to crawl into myself, to disappear, to erase the past five seconds and pretend I’d never asked at all.

But then he sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and walked over to me. I barely had time to react before his arms wrapped around me, firm and familiar.

But something was off.

His body was stiff. Hesitant. His touch—something that once felt like home—felt foreign now. And my mind wouldn’t stop racing.

Did I force him into this?

His fans will be disappointed if the album doesn’t come out on time.

I’m always in the way.

I’m ruining his life.

Does he even love me anymore?…

I couldn’t take it. I shook my head and pulled away, ignoring the flicker of surprise on his face.

“You can go back to your studio. I’m fine now.”

“Are you—”

“I’m fine, Yoongi.”

He didn’t believe me. I knew he didn’t. But after a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded and left.

I stared at the ceiling that night, never once falling asleep. My mind looped the same thoughts over and over, whispering the same awful conclusions.

He doesn’t love me anymore. I’m just another thing pulling him away from his work. If I disappeared, nothing would change.

And so, I did.

I started staying at my friend’s place. At first, it wasn’t intentional—I just kept making excuses to stay out later, to avoid going home to a house that barely felt like mine anymore. But then one night turned into two, then a week, then two weeks.

Yoongi hadn’t noticed.

Of course he hadn’t. He practically lived in his studio. Even when I was home, it wasn’t like we saw each other anyway.

But then—things started to click.

The dishes were piling up. His coffee cups stayed wherever he left them. His laundry sat in the hamper, untouched. The scent of my shampoo, my perfume, was fading from the house. The bathroom counter remained exactly as he’d left it—none of my skincare bottles or hair ties shifting out of place.

He was the only one home.

And he was finally starting to realize it.

When I finally came back, I wasn’t planning to stay long. I just needed fresh clothes. My plan was simple—sneak in, grab my things, and leave before Yoongi even noticed. He was probably in his studio anyway.

But when I opened the door, I froze.

He was waiting.

Sitting on the couch, arms crossed, staring at me with a look I couldn’t read.

I jumped back, heart hammering in my chest. “I—”

“Where have you been?” His voice was calm, but not soft.

I clenched my jaw feeling defensive all of a sudden. “You didn’t even notice I was gone.”

His expression hardened. “That’s not true.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Isn’t it? You work all day, all night. You don’t even come to bed. I could’ve packed up all my things and left for good, and you wouldn’t have noticed until you needed something from me.”

His jaw tensed. “That’s not fair.”

My eyes flashed. “Not fair? Yoongi, I have spent our entire relationship waiting for you. Waiting for you to come home. Waiting for you to see me. Waiting for the moment I’d finally matter more than your work.” My throat tightened. “But that moment never came. And I’m done waiting.”

Yoongi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “Y/N, I work hard for us. For you. I thought you understood that.”

I scoffed, the heat rising to my face. “For me?” I stepped closer, shaking my head. “If this is for me, then why do I feel like I have to beg for your time? Why do I feel like I don’t exist in your life outside of the moments you allow me to?”

His hands curled into fists. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I want you, Yoongi!” My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. “I want us. I want to feel like I’m not fighting to be in my own damn relationship.”

His mouth opened, then closed. He had nothing to say.

The silence hurt more than anything.

I inhaled sharply, blinking back tears. “I’m leaving, Yoongi.”

His face fell. “No, wait—”

I turned and walked out the door.

And this time, he noticed.

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One month.

One month of unanswered texts, missed calls, and desperate voicemails.

Yoongi had never begged for anything in his life. But for me? He begged.

I ignored every message.

Until he showed up at my friend’s house.

When I opened the door, I barely recognized him. His eyes were sunken, dark circles bruising the skin beneath them. His hair was a mess. His clothes hung looser on his frame.

He looked wrecked.

For the first time in our entire relationship, Min Yoongi looked like a man who had lost something he couldn’t live without.

“…Y/N,” he whispered. His voice cracked.

My throat tightened. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to steady my heart. “What are you doing here?”

He let out a breath, shaky and uneven. “I needed to see you.”

I didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry,” he continued, voice raw. “I should’ve seen it sooner. I should’ve realized how much I was hurting you before you had to leave. And I know I don’t deserve another chance, but I—” He swallowed hard. “I love you. I love you more than anything. And I swear to you, I will change.”

I stared at him for a long moment, my heart aching.

“…If I come home,” I whispered, “I need to know you mean that.”

His eyes softened, desperation and sincerity written all over his face. “I swear it.”

I inhaled shakily.

“…Okay.”

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That night, as he held me close, I still felt the ache of everything we’d been through.

But I also felt his arms tighten around me, as if he was afraid to let go.

And for now, that was enough.

[sunrisecaminus]

Hi I hope you having a wonderful day

May I request some sfw optimus x reader?

Message - I am having a great day actually! Also of course! Got to love the Prime once in a great while! I didn't know what to put as a story so I just made the human have a job.

Optimus x Mechanic Reader SFW

Summary - Optimus having a cute hang out at the human's store!

Warning - Very adorable!

Type of fic - Fluff

You have never had to fix so many vehicles before, until you met the Autobots. You never wanted to tell them, but Cybertronian anatomy was actually easy to learn to help Ratchet with the minor injuries these idiots get from missions. You own your very own Mechanic shop and the bots just make it less boring when they come to visit. Optimus was very respectful to you and rarely visits, but after some deep discussions you both have with each other, he will come by to see you a lot more now a days.

Right now you are giving an oil change for someone when you see from the corner of your eye the red, white and blue truck pulling up. The smile that grew on your face said it all and you finished the guys truck, got paid, and let him leave your garage. Walking outside with your o/c overalls (overall color), you pat the front of the hood and greet your big truck friend. "Hi big guy! What you in for?" You wait patiently as he transforms and looks around. "Hello y/n. I came to drop off some parts for your work. Agent Fowler said it's for Bumblebee when he comes in."

You have lifted so much weight off Ratchet's back by giving the mechs their own check ups and basic plating care routines. You have noticed that you haven't given Optimus a full check yet, but you figured it was because the man was very private about his body. You heard from a lot of his friends that he rarely likes to be touched and they blame it on him being a Prime. It didn't matter to you though, you just wanted him to feel comfortable around his new environments and relax. "Well why don't you come in? I closed for the night so no one is coming around anytime soon." Your shop close really late and it's in the middle of no where. Just outside of Jasper was just your mechanic shop, a mini gas station, and the desert. You liked how peaceful it was here, and the autobot base is actually close by, so anytime the kids need a place to stay they could always come to you for a sleep over. You lived in the back of your shop, but you didn't mind. It was like a cozy apartment inside your home with a tv, kitchen, bedroom, and your own bathroom so you didn't need to use the shops public restroom. It wasn't much, but the quiet nature of it made it feel like a luxury to you. Anyway Optimus walks over and sits just outside of the garage as you pull up a chair and grab your microwaved dinner. "So, any new stories you need to tell me? How are the kids?"

You both talk for what seemed like hours. It was so nice to get to be with him again, but what you didn't know is he felt the same way about you. You listened to everything he said and gave such good advice. What he loved most about humans was their empathy, and you had a lot of it. You played a lot of music with your vintage record player and he loved to just close his eyes and listen to the sweet music…made him forget about the war for a few hours. You NEVER talked about the war with him, unless he talked about it first. Being the person you were, you never wanted to talk to someone about deep things unless they initiated it first, a lot of people find dark topics to be uncomfortable to talk about and you knew Optimus was an awkward person. "Hey, thanks for the shipment. Speaking of, I have some new tires for you if you ever wanted to get some new ones yourself. Treat yourself and get something good once in a while to make you feel better." You eat your food, waiting for an answer as he got quiet to think about it. "I don't want to bother you about it y/n. It's very late." He spoke to you like he was such a nuisance. You wanted to change that ever since this man met you. Standing up, you grab your tool box and throw your empty container into the trash. "Transform and come on in, I can hook you up with some good classic black tires! Nothing flashy I promise."

He obeyed and did just that, transforming, and driving inside your garage. He has never done this before, so he may be a little nervous doing this with a human mechanic. It's not that he didn't trust you personally, he was just worried a human wouldn't know how to change Cybertronian tires. What Optimus didn't know, was that you have been taking classes from Ratchet and reading books in translation to help yourself understand how to do everything. You already practice changing tired on Bumblebee and Arcee, so this was going to be a piece of cake for you. Opening the tool box you walk over and hook him onto the big machine. He didn't know what it was for at first until his entire body gets lifted a few feet off the ground. "Are you sure this will hold?" You chuckle from how anxious he was and pat his bumper. "You'll be fine I promise, Fowler hooked me up with some expensive tech so this baby can hold a plane." You put on gloves and start to get to work.

After about two hours, you clean off the last tire and lower him to the ground. He was a big mech so you made sure you lowered him slowly and you see the tires pressing against the shops floors. "Aaaaaand we are done! Now I already sprayed them and put some air in them so you won't have to come back for another check up in-" You interrupt yourself when you heard nothing coming out of him. You could sense that he wasn't listening so you press your hand on his door. "Hey, you ok? Optimus?" That was when you heard a soft noise coming out of his engine…he was asleep. You smiled from the cute moment that is happening right now and you grab a tarp from the back. It was a nice giant blue tarp that is used to protect vehicles from weather conditions as you draped it over his entire body. Going inside the kitchen, you make yourself a cup of hot chocolate as you go back outside into the garage to sit yourself by the desk you have. You take a sip of the mug and place it on the table, grabbing a pen to start drawing for your next blueprint idea. You look back at the sleeping prime that was in your garage. "Sweet dreams Optimus…love you." You go back to work as what you don't see is him flustered on the inside. He woke up when you gave him the blanket…and now he plans to visit you everyday from now on.

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Tricky twins – Tsukishima x reader wc 638 – f!reader, twin!Hinata

Tsukishima Kei refused to admit he had a crush on someone in his class. He would never tell anyone about his total focus on every smart word that comes from your mouth at the teacher’s query in history class, nor anything about the way he would pretend to adjust his glasses just so he could divert his eyes to take in your beauty.

But between us? Tsukki was lowkey obsessed with you.

He’s lucky your brain was part of the reason he likes you because the way you distracted him in class would have led to a lessening in grades had your intelligent answers not been what occupied him.

You’re quiet and calm, and everything the volleyball club was not, so he had you and them as two wholly separate worlds. Until one day, disaster struck when you knocked on the gym door and pulled the door open to stick your head in.

Tsukki stuttered in his step, realising he was closest to the door. Honestly, his first thought was that you must be there for him. “Hey. Do you need something?”

You raised an eyebrow and didn’t have to strain your ears to find the person you were looking for. “My brother told me to come here with my house key because he’ll be home late.”

Tsukki’s blood ran cold. No. Way. Any one of these guys could be your brother and pretty much all those options were terrible news. “And who would that be, exactly?”

“Shoyo.”

Right. Because your last name is Hinata. How could he not have put those two inevitable pieces together before?

As he heard his name, the orange-haired spiker turned towards you and grinned, bouncing over and thanking you profusely for lending him your keys. “No problem. Will you make it home to watch the new episode with Natsu?”

As the two of you talked, Tsukishima struggled to move away. He stared from one of you to the other, horrified at the revelation that you were probably twins.

“Suckyshima-“ Shoyo’s voice brought him right back, and he quickly cleared his throat and turned away from you two, going back to serve practice beside Yamaguchi in complete ignorance of whatever Hinata wanted to say.

Tsukki’s ears were irredeemably red, and his best friend would not let it past him.

“She’s in your class, right?” Yamaguchi asked him before picking up another ball from the basket behind them.

“She is,” he confirmed, as nonchalant as ever.

“I didn’t know you two were friends-”

“We’re not.”

“Is that why you didn’t realise she was Hinata’s twin?” Tsukishima sharply turned to his best friend, surprise quickly switching into a glare as he turned back to the net, taking a while to gather his answer.

“She doesn’t have orange hair.”

“Maybe she dyes it,” Yamaguchi genuinely wondered, glancing over at where you were still laughing with your twin.

“She’s smart. So smart.”

“Twins can be very different,” Yamaguchi agreed, snickering under his breath at the burn on their shorter teammate.

“Yamaguchi,” Tsukki called, making the float server’s throat hitch. The blonde had turned his whole body to him, hands squeezing each side of the volleyball he held. “We will never speak of this again.”

Tsukishima stared at the back of your head in class the next day. It made no sense.

He couldn’t pull his eyes away as you read a scientific paper in the break time, itching to ask what kind of article it was because his glasses, unfortunately, didn’t come with extra zoom.

Before he knew it, he had walked over to the side of your desk, finally noticing the name of a palaeontologist he admired highlighted in green.

You looked up at him in surprise and he inevitably crumbled. “Can I help you?”

Yes, he had a raging crush on Hinata Shoyo’s twin sister.

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[octuscle]

Toxic Masculinity Among College Students

Klaus had no desire to be part of this kind of talk show. They had no real scientific merit and were purely designed to attract high ratings from less educated audiences. But his dean insisted. It was necessary for funding and donations, he had said. And so Klaus now sat in a semi-circular seating area, being wired up by a technician.

The host was obviously popular—though Klaus had never heard of him. Seated next to him were a college professor, a football coach, and a young man who embodied the perfect stereotype of a dumb college jock: broad grin, tight jeans, oversized muscles that he flexed demonstratively.

The producer counted down the seconds. Everyone took their positions, the cameras rolled.

Host: Welcome to tonight’s show. Our topic: toxic masculinity among college students. Our first guest: Dr. Klaus Bergman, a renowned youth psychologist with over 30 years of experience. Dr. Bergman, thanks for being here.

Dr. Bergman: Thank you for having me. It’s an important discussion.

Host: Let’s get right to it—how would you define toxic masculinity?

The jock next to him casually scratched his head, causing his biceps to bulge and exposing his hairy armpit. Klaus frowned. Had this guy not bothered to shower beforehand? Or at least used deodorant?

Dr. Bergman: Toxic masculinity refers to rigid gender norms that pressure men to be aggressive, emotionally repressed, and dominant. Many young men in college environments feel they have to conform to these standards, which can be detrimental to their mental health.

Host: Can you give some examples?

Klaus froze. Had the jock just casually scratched his crotch on live television? A wave of disgust washed over him. And yet… there was something else. A fascination?

Dr. Bergman: Of course. We often see behaviors like hyper-competitiveness, excessive risk-taking, and the belittling of emotional expression. Many college guys—uh, I mean, a lotta dudes—feel like they gotta act tough all the time, or else they ain’t gettin’ any respect.

Host: I’m sorry, did you just say—

Klaus and the jock locked eyes for a brief moment. The jock gave him an approving nod. Somehow, gaining this alpha bro’s approval felt… good.

Dr. Bergman: Look, bro, that’s just how it is, y’know? Dudes wanna be alpha. Nobody respects a guy who cries about his feelings, right? You gotta be strong, you gotta dominate, or you’re a total loser.

Host: Dr. Bergman, are you okay? You seem to be—

Klaus removed his glasses. They suddenly felt out of place. Absentmindedly, he kneaded the bulge in his jeans.

Dr. Bergman: Bro, quit the nerd talk! It’s simple—either you’re jacked, or you’re a beta. College is all about lifting, partying, and crushin’ it with the ladies. Or the bros. But dude, no eye contact, or it gets a bit homo, ya know? Ain’t nobody got time for that “mental health” crap.

His voice deepened, his shirt tightened over suddenly swelling muscles. Then it morphed into a tank top—the same one he had worn to the gym yesterday. And the day before. And before that. But hey, who cared about that kinda stuff?

Host: Wait—weren’t you just a psychologist?!

Dr. Bergman: Psycho-what? That’s for weaklings! I gotta hit the gym, bro. Gains don’t wait. WOOOO!

He lifted his tank top, revealing an impressive eight-pack, and high-fived the jock next to him. The host stared in horror as the broadcast abruptly cut to a commercial.

Klaus and Chad were a great team on the talk show. For a German exchange student, Klaus had already acclimatized incredibly well to life on campus and in the fraternity. And anyway, who could have anything against this toxic masculinity? And what did this toxic even mean?

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jaemin, scream ♡

⤷ summary : when y/n receives a mysterious phone call and finds that her friends are being killed, she suspects that a serial killer may be on the prowl, who is also linked to her mother's murder.

warnings : death, swearing, if you've watched scream you'll know :) idk what other warnings to put im so sorry!! not proof read either eek

annas note : sooo.. i wanted to write a lil something about jaemin and scream.. and this is the better idea i had in mind — one thing you guys NEED to know about me is that i am a horror fanatic.. and so pairing this with jaemin was super fun (maybe i’ll make a horror fic series with nct one day..)

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you're in your bedroom, sat at your desk on your computer as you worked on an assignment. you heard glass breaking outside your window and you stood up, walking closer to check it out. maybe it was one of the cats that roamed around your street?

as you peek out your window, you feel a hand grab your shoulder and you scream, pulling back. "hey- it's just me," your boyfriend jaemin says gently.

"jaem, what the- what the hell are you doing here?" you scold him as he makes his way inside of your room from the window, "you sleep in that?" he gestures to your night dress.

you sigh, "yes i sleep in this. what are you doing here though? my dads in the other room, you can't be here!" as soon as those words left your lips, your dad opened the door but it was jammed with your wardrobe door being open.

you walk over, talking to him as jaemin hid down the side of your bed. as your dad left, he got up, holding one of your plushes as you asked again why he was here.

"well, it occured to me that.. i've never snuck through your bedroom window. i was home.. watching television.. the uh.. the exorcist was on." he continues, "it got me thinking of you."

you're a little confused, "it did?" you ask. "all the good stuff was cut out, it was edited for tv and it got me thinking of us.. how two years ago we started off hot and heavy and now things have changed.." you shake your head at his words, knowing what he's getting at.

"oh, so you thought you could climb through my window and we'd have a little raw footage?" you ask and he laughs, "no.. no, i wouldn't dare think of breaking your underwear rule."

it was the next day at school, you were sat on the edge of the fountain with your boyfriend, jeno, yeri and haechan. they were rambling on about the recent murder of someone you all knew - winter.

"hey, jen, didn't you used to date winter?" you ask as jeno looked away from his girlfriend to you, smirking, "yeah for like.. two seconds." haechan butts in, "before she left you for anton~" he teased. yeri moved away from jeno to look at him, "i thought you dumped her for me?"

"i did. he's full of shit," he glared over at haechan again. "and are the police aware you dated the victim?" haechan pushed up his glasses, pretending to act nerdy. "hey- what are you saying? that i killed her?" jeno and yeri both have an argument with him, and you groan to yourself, not again.

you end up leaving them, kissing jaemin goodbye as you left for the bus home. after doing chores, watching the news but immediately turning it off after they showed your mother who got killed, you just decided to take a nap to take your mind off of things.

you soon awoke to your phone ringing, the loud dial tone ringing through your ears. you whined, "who the hell is calling me?" you ask yourself out loud as you lean over from where you were on the couch, grabbing the phone and putting it to your ear. "hello?" you ask with a sigh as you hear your friend, yeri coming through the other line, "practice ran late. i'm on my way, okay?"

you check the time, "it's past seven.." "don't worry~ winter and her boyfriend didn't cut it until after 10, you're fine." yeri says as she continued, "i'm gonna swing by the video store for us, okay?"

"whatever. just hurry, okay?" "see ya, n/n~" yeri hung up the phone. you smile and let out another soft sigh, placing the phone back on the stand but after a couple seconds, it starts ringing again. "yeri, just get in the car-"

it's not yeri. a creepy voice rings through your ears as he says your name in a greeting. you run a hand through your hair, "uh.. hi, who is this?" you ask softly as you sit up on the couch. "you tell me," he says as you scrunch your brows in confusion, "i-i have no idea.."

"scary night, isn't it? with the murders and all it's like something out of a horror movie." you chuckle, "haechan! you gave yourself away.. are you calling from work? because yeri's on her way over." you get up from the couch.

"do you like scary movies, y/n?"

"i like that thing you're doing with your voice, hae, it's sexy," you giggle to yourself as you turn on your lamp. "what's your favourite scary movie?" 'haechan' asked you. you rub your chin, "oh come on, you know i don't like that shit."

"why not? too scared?" the voice asked as you sigh, "no. it's just.. what's the point? they're all the same. some stupid killer stalking some big-chested girl who can't act, who's always running up the stairs when she should be going out the front door. it's insulting." you explain, ranting about the movies that you've seen.

you shouldn't of said that because a tall figure wearing a cloak and a ghost face mask appears and attacks you. you try running out the front door but you're fumbling with the locks so you just run upstairs, screaming. you make it into your room and close the door, locking it and backing away from it. your heart is pumping, your thoughts are clouded and you feel petrified. what the hell just happened?

you hear someone once again at your window and it's your boyfriend, jaemin. "jaemin!" you shout for him as you run toward him, helping him in. "the doors locked. i heard screaming - is everything alright?" jaemin looks at you with a worried and concerned expression. "the killers here.. he's in the house!" you bring him closer to you as you ease into the comfort he gives you, you needed this.

"he's in the house. he's got a knife, he's gonna kill us.." you mumble as you try and cling onto his sweatshirt. "he's gone." he whispers to you, holding you tightly against him. you sob into his shoulder before feeling and hearing a phone drop beside him on the floor. you look down and gasp, pulling away from him.

"what?" jaemin asked as you glared at him, removing his arms from your waist, "n/n, what?"

you shake your head and whimper, creating enough space between the two of you before you unlock your room door and run out of it. "wait! wait wait wait wait! what's going on?" you hear jaemin chasing behind you as you continue to try and escape him. "y/n, come back!" he shouts from the stop of the staircase.

you open your front door and scream, seeing the ghost face mask being held up. jisung, who was at the door holding it up, screams too. "sorry! i found this, come on!" he shouts at the other officers, ushering them inside.

jisung finds jaemin and detains him, shoving him roughly against the hood of his car. "alright come on, keep your hands together."

after a rough couple of days and staying close with yeri ignoring your boyfriend, she takes you to a party that jeno is hosting. you thought about not going but you really needed something to take your mind off of everything that happened so you end up going. you enter the kitchen as yeri places bags down on the kitchen counter, smiling at her boyfriend.

you both end up laying on the couch in the living room, jeno following as he brings yeri to his chest and smiles. you look through the movies that haechan has, "how come jamie lee curtis is in all of these movies?" you ask. haechan smiled, leaning near you, pressing his hands together in a prayer, "she's the scream queen."

"with that set of lungs, she should be.." jeno butts in, someone adding a "yeah.." to agree with him. yeri rolled her eyes, looking at you, "tits, you see?"

after spending a couple hours at the party, the curfew ends and everyone starts leaving. "yeri, come on!" you shout upstairs. you haven't seen her since she left to get drinks for jeno. you're a little worried. you turn to jeno who is seeing the party goers out the front door, smiling.

"do you know where she is?" you ask as jeno shakes his head, "i haven't seen her." and then you hear 'agh!'. you gasp, turning around to the front door and seeing jaemin smiling sheepishly. "oh.. jaemin, hey," you give him a small greeting as he looks at you. jeno seems to act suspicious, rubbing his chin, "jaem, hmm.. i wonder what you're doing here."

"was hoping i could talk to n/n, alone."

and he.. did have the chance to and a little more than that, you both got dressed after having an intimate moment in the bedroom upstairs. "you still don't think it was me, do ya?" jaemin asked you as he glared at you from behind, sitting on the floor tying his laces. you chuckle, turning around and sitting to face him, "no. no. i was just thinking, if it were you, it'd be a very clever way to throw me off track."

as you were talking about things, jaemin leans into you and before you know it, ghostface was behind him. "oh my god- jaemin, watch out!" you scream as he gets 'stabbed' multiple times, "oh.. my god.. jaemin.." you whimper.

after an extreme chase with ghostface and escaping the house, you find yourself back there because you saw a cop car outside. you're searching jisung's knocked out body and find a gun, haechan shouts for you, "i found yeri! i think she's dead i think jeno did it-" he panics as you aim it toward him, "stop right there!" jeno runs and stops beside haechan, "don't listen to him y/n!"

you decide to run inside the house and you see jaemin, he fell down the stairs and groaned, "y/n.." you help him up and lead him to the front door, "we need help.." he shakes his head as he opens the front door and haechan pushes his way inside. "look- i think jenos gone mad!"

"we all go a little mad sometimes," jaemin smirked as he turned toward haechan, a sinister look on his face. "fuck!" haechan whispers loudly to himself before getting shout in the shoulder, shouting out in pain and falling to the floor. "hae!" you shout.

jaemin chuckled, "anthony perkins, psycho.." you run over to haechan, kneeling over him as you stare at your so called boyfriend. "no.." you whisper as you try and run but you bump into jenos chest, staring up at him as you beg for him to help you. he holds a voice changer to his mouth, smirking, "surprise y/n."

tags : @injvns @polarisjisung @mejaemin @ayukas @hyckvr @yizhrt @blondemrk @astrasng

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FORGED UNDER FIRE

BATTLEFRONT NEWS

blurb: he promised he would come back, but he didn't. now you're alone trying to navigate your grief while lilith tries to reason with you about the unexpected news

pairing: brennan sorrengail x rider! reader

word count: 2.4k

a/n: hey guys! i'm back with another part of FORGED UNDER FIRE. i heard what you guys had to say on the poll so this is placed right before and right after brennan's death. as always there are no fourth wing spoilers much less onyx storm.

it's been really fun writing lilith sorrengail and i'm sure she's a little ooc, i love her character but i need to reread iron flame to gain the essence of her character. i've got a couple of ideas for the next part but i'll leave it in your hands again with another poll at the end!

thank you for all the nice comments in the other two parts of the mini series. i can relate to so many of you who come seeking more fourth wing content because the withdrawal is so real. my heart goes out to all the other fourth wing writers, i literally jumped from joy when someone posted a boyfriend!ridoc fic. he's my absolute favorite.

omg if any of you have any liam fics you'd like to share let me know!!

i'm rambling! enjoy!!

The world outside Brennan Sorrengail's room was falling apart. Navarre was not prepared for this war. Riders turning their backs on riders, dragons fighting dragons, a thing of nightmares. All because of the rebellion led by Fen Riorson.

But inside his small, basic room, the first rays of the sun filtered through the window, falling over him. It made his hair appear more red than brown, and it highlighted the growing amount of freckles on his face.

He had been awake for hours indulging in your body before setting off to fight in the rebellion because the war was not worth sacrificing one quiet morning with you where Brennan got to memorize every bit there was to you. The protests of his exhausted body were mere whispers, muffled by his love and desire.

Brennan accepted the importance of his signet and his position as a soldier in the military. He acknowledged his duty to Navarre, but it couldn't stop him from spending time with the person he loved most in the world.

"Don't go," you whispered as your fingers roamed over his naked chest. The pads of your fingers ghosted the spot where his heart beat, and an arrow would later be impaled-almost like a premonition.

He had to go, and you accepted it. It's how a rider's life went, always going and never stopping. You had a mission yourself and would be leaving the station later on in the day. Still, you hoped neither would be forced to part.

"To leave you is against my will," he responded, kissing your forehead as his living breath tickled your skin. His hand was tangled in your hair, pulling your face to his neck as he soothed himself of the gnawing feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. "You know I'd prefer to stay like this."

Your evolving relationship was blessed by three years in Basgiath, where you saw each other nearly every day. Not long after graduation, the bubbling rebellion boiled over and tore you apart, only allowing you to see him days at a time in between missions.

But whenever you and Brennan parted ways, he always promised he'd come back. It meant everything to you that he returned because he alone had become your favorite person. He was the one you could depend on for anything. He was your family.

Straight out of Basgiath, without wasting another moment, he decided to marry you to make it a reality. It's you and Brennan against the world as it had always been.

"You will be safe," you stated, lifting your head to kiss his jaw.

"I'll come back for you," he agreed, pulling the bed sheets over your bodies to indulge in you one last time. Unbeknownst to either of you.

You trusted he would return; it didn't matter if he was injured or mentally exhausted. Brennan would return to your side in no time. He hadn't failed you up to that moment, but little did you know that Fen Riorison would target him or that his trusted partner Naolin wouldn't be able to save him and would lose his life as well.

The news reached General Sorrengail first. A nervous rider handed her the missive and gave his report before scurrying out of the office. His behavior alerted Lilith that something was amiss. As she unscrolled the missive, her eyes widened, and tears welled up in her eyes. Rain fell outside as more clouds stormed closer, unleashing lighting and torrential winds.

She held the missive close to her chest as she lowered herself to a leather chair, a lonely sob falling from her mouth. Her son was dead, gone from this world. Her firstborn had been claimed by Malek before she had the chance to greet him there.

When you returned from your mission, you were guided directly into Lilith Sorrengails's office, pity-filled eyes directed towards you. Knots tightened in your stomach, yet your brain refused to understand why. The fatigue of the mission rendered your thinking slow. Perhaps it was denial protecting you for a couple more moments.

Lilith waited for you in her office, her back to you as she stared at the storm she created outside. A war strategy you naively believed. You didn't know the woman well; the war had everyone distracted, and you barely had time to get to know your husband's own mother. She was far too important to spare that kind of time.

"General Sorrengail, you asked for me." Your voice was hoarse from trying to communicate with the other riders over the wind. Lilith was carefully still, her hands behind her back as a missive was clutched in her fist.

Lilith turned, and the first thing you noticed was her bloodshot eyes. You tilted your head in question, but she didn't speak. She grabbed your hand and placed the missive in it. She left you standing in the middle of the room alone to deal with her own grief.

Now that you knew, she could tell the rest of the family. Lilith didn't know you well, but she knew how much Brennan adored you, and as his wife, you had every right to know of his death before the rest of the family.

He was dead. You knew. Reading the missive wouldn't change the fact he was gone and broke his promise. You only read the missive in case your gut was wrong, but you were met with cruel disappointment.

The edges of your vision darkened, and your ears ringed unbearably, and it would not stop until the war was finished. The following weeks were spent in a daze, mourning and fighting. You refused to take leave while others fought the war Brennan couldn't escape.

You don't remember much except for crying whenever you were in private and fighting the rebellion ferociously, through salty tears and bitter pain. Seeing the riders that betrayed Navarre made your blood boil, transforming your grief into wrath.

The moment Lilith took care of Fen Riorson, the ringing in your ears eased up. A cot waited for you at the healer's quadrant. Your body was spent and exhausted, wounded in many ways, but it could be healed, unlike the pain in your chest.

The only one who could heal it was long gone. The anger towards the rebellion turned to sadness, and then it morphed into resentment. Because how dare he leave you after everything you went through.

Finally, the resentment calmed into loneliness, leaving you with an emptiness that nothing could fill. The rebellion took a big part of you, and you debated whether you could go on. The old thought of making a name of yourself was a faint whisper in your head. It didn't seem like enough to keep you going without him.

The breeze teasingly swayed your body, reminding you of all its capabilities. It almost threw you off once, and it can do it again. This time around, it could succeed. You'd willingly let the wind sweep you away, cradling your body in a tight, cold hold if it meant reuniting with Brennan.

The war was over. Fen Riorson was taken care of by Lilith Sorrengail, but only after he took your Brennan's life. The first man to love you. The first person to reach deep and take you out of the protective shell you created when younger.

Brennan showed you what it was like to make friends and laugh with them and that bonding with people not related by blood was worth it. Those ties are worth more than anything. He taught you that loving was a good thing, and then he left you.

Just like that.

Calliss was nearby, her golden eyes set in your swaying form. She won't let you fall to your doom; she'll catch you because your pain was gut-wrenching but human. And like all human emotion, it will pass. Heartbreak will not be the downfall of the rider she chose oh so carefully.

If you turned your head, you could see Brennan, five years younger, softly smiling at your younger self, who was frozen on her spot fighting vertigo, encouraging you to breathe and keep walking.

It was clearly the past, seeing as the abyss under the parapet no longer bothered you; your footing was firm despite the wind. You're also older, and Brennan is no longer with you. It's only a sight you've conjured up.

"I hope you're not planning on jumping," Lilith spoke, breaking the illusion. She strode down the parapet like a grassy path in a forest, and the air stilled.

"It is tempting, but Calliss would not appreciate it." You responded truthfully, avoiding her gaze.

Calliss' chuffs from a distance. "That's right, human. I did not pick you just for you to be your own demise."

Lilith had been trying to speak with you, not as General Sorrengail but as Brennan's mother. It's the reason you've been avoiding her. You don't want to speak about him. All you want is to forget and feel some form of relief.

"What are you doing here then?" Lilith questioned, standing next to you.

"Remembering. This is where we met," you said simply, tilting your head towards her.

Lilith hummed, assessing your stance. "I remember when he first told me about you in his second year. He had yet to realize he was smitten with you, but the way he spoke told me and Asher all we had to know."

Screwing your eyes shut, you hung your head. Nothing will change the fact that he's dead.

"I know you're heartbroken, but there is still much to live for," Lilith told you. You had to listen to her because you might not jump today, but that reckless behavior will follow you far into your career.

"I'm sure." Sarcasm dripped from your voice as you began to walk off the parapet.

Lilith followed you. She must speak with you about an important matter she was made aware of. "There's something you must know. The healers, they said-"

You stopped and turned on your feet, the air continuing to rush around you, "I know what they said. I've known for weeks, Lilith. It's why I stand here wanting to fall, but my feet are stuck to the ground."

There was anger in your eyes, hot tears threatening to fall from your eyes. This was not supposed to happen. Not now, and maybe not ever. One thing is for certain, it shouldn't have happened if he wasn't supposed to be alive.

"Did Brennan know?"

You sighed and trekked the last piece of parapet before falling on solid ground, "We did not know. And yet, a part of me continues to wonder if knowing would've changed anything. Would he have stayed behind? Would have he been more cautious knowing he had a pregnant wife? Or would it all have played the same?"

"He had a role to play in the war."

You scoffed at Lilith's remark, the older woman's jaw tightening. She's General Sorrengail; of course, she would think nothing would've changed, but Brennan was not like her. He wouldn't have sacrificed everything for a war.

Upon your silence, she continued, "Due to your performance in the war, General Melgren has given the orders for you to join my team."

"Has he? Or do you want to keep an eye on me?"

"Your signet has proved to be of more use than anyone thought," Lilith sighs, "Plus, if you allow me, I want to be part of the baby's life."

"Who is to say I'll keep it?" You say bluntly. Raising a child on your own was never part of your plans, and you may birth the baby, but keeping it seems unlikely.

"Pardon?" Lilith was shocked. She never imagined you'd consider otherwise, seeing as you're carrying the last piece of Brennan.

"I have no family. I was abandoned as a child, left to fend for myself. Starting a family was never in the forefront of my mind," you say harshly, knowing Lilith was judging you.

"You and Brennan married. We became your family from that moment on," she says, holding your arm when you turn to leave.

Calliss voiced her displeasure at a distance. She's been more protective since the news of your pregnancy broke. Or rather, when you found out because bonding with a dragon means having no privacy.

"No offense, but it's not like we've spoken much in the last two years."

General Sorrengail scoffed, "So you're going to do what your parents did to you and abandon the child?"

That was a low blow. Lilith wanted to get a rise out of you, and she got it as you tore your arm from her grip and stalked forward to be face to face.

"You cannot speak of things you know nothing about, General. My parents abandoned me with a senile great-grandmother who loved to use a wooden stick to 'train' me and beat me just because she was in a bad mood. She used to say I owed it to her because she allowed me to live with her. Fifteen years I had to endure until I realized being homeless was a better way to live." Your breaths came out in heavy pants as you spilled your guts to Lilith, "So no, I will not be like my parents because although I am not fit to be a parent, I would never leave my child in an abusive home."

Lilith remained quiet, taking in the weight of your words. "Fine, but please let Asher or me know if you need anything. You don't have to go through the pregnancy alone. It's up to you."

With that, Lilith walked past you but not before saying, "No matter what, you are to report to my office in the morning, but you can also join us for dinner tonight."

Lilith was relentless, and she was going to try her best to get through to you because you were young and scared, and your husband just died. She should've reached out to you sooner and formed a bond, but she didn't, and now she's paying the price of her daughter-in-law feeling more alone than ever and wanting to give up a part of her family.

It was Lilith's mistake that you don't consider them family. She wanted to fix it to make you realize that you have her and Asher and Mira and Violet, and if you allow them, they will love you as one of their own.

thanks for reading!! this one is a wee bit longer than the previous one but it seemed fitting to capture all reader went through after his death.

we'll eventually get to brennan finding out about his child and reader finding out he's alive but for now we need more backstory <3

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Anyone but you

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If you haven't yet please go read Part One <3 as this is a direct continuation

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fic warnings: angst (with a happy ending) , probably wrong medical descriptions, wound descriptions, grief, zayne lowkey has a mental breakdown, hospitals, unhappy marriages? lmk if i missed something

Word count: 2,300

(yes its shorter than the other, I didn't have a whole lot more to say but i did wanna make a part two,)

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The Incident (AKA before reader met Zayne)

You had called her, on the way to her place already because you knew your hunter friend would never say no. When she picked up you were about a block away. "Hey, hope I didn't interrupt your date. You home?' You could hear her giggle into the receiver before she told you she'd be ready in a minute. It wasn't uncommon for you to call each other on the way to a mission where you knew you'd need backup. You never regret making a phone call more than you did after that night. You giggled with each other when she got in the car, you asked her about the guy, all she gave you was a sly smile and told you he was "Just an old friend".

The wanderer you'd found was bigger than you had expected. Everything happened so fast. There was fire everywhere, yours, the monsters, it had collapsed a building. You didn't hear her tell you to watch out before you felt its talons slash at your front.

"I'm alright." You yelled but fuck it stung. The thing had some weird tail on the end of it, like a scorpion from the hell. You took it down, you thought. You were trying to put of a fire before you heard it. The schlick sound of a talon impaling human flesh.

She was on the ground before you could take the thing out once and for all. "Shit shit shit." You swore under breath dropping to your knees with a wince. The adrenaline was wearing off and all your wounds were hitting you at once. Your hands shook as you reached for bandages, something, anything, from your bag. "You're okay. Its okay." You said holding her hand, she was cold, she only seemed to get colder. You did everything you knew to do from your training, this wasn't your first time tying a tourniquet but you knew death when you saw it and she was going to die. There was only so much you could do, after all your evol only "blessed" you with the power to destroy. Not to fix.

Paramedics found you after what felt like an eternity, one of them tried to pry you away, tried to get you into an ambulance. "I'm fine help her." You said trying to get the man to go away, he was persistent, your wounds were easy to cover with your jacket. "Get off of me. Help her." She died holding your hand. You hadn't registered it in your shock.

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Present day

You push all thoughts out of your head about this fight and its parallels to the last. Dwelling would only get you killed.

This fight was quick but the wanderer was strong. It had knocked through you a couple times, your head ached with the effort it took to stay conscious. Your heart sank as you watched the girl fighting alongside you collapse when the wander turned to dust. You crawled your way over to her checking her for any injuries she may have sustained. "You okay?" You asked foolishly.

"Okay enough to live. Glad you're still in one piece." She said with a chuckle as paramedics arrived. The same scene played through your mind again. You shook off paramedics demanding they help her and now they knew better than to try and get you to cooperate. Plus you weren't bleeding. At least not that noticeably.

"I'm going home. Call me when she wakes up." You said limping back to the girls car to drive yourself home.

You leaned on the bathroom wall for support as you peeled off your shirt to inspect the damages, the scarring from the incident years ago just above a new gash in your abdomen. It didn't look like it would kill you. If anything what might kill you were your knees, which felt like they were crumbling with each step you took. The stench of blood hitting your nose nauseated you, you cleaned and bandaged the wound to the best of your ability but you knew you needed a doctor.

Something in you told you to wake him but you didn't. Couldn't.

You slid down the wall with shaking hands as you tried stapling the wound together. There was no choice but to get your husband.

"Zayne.." You called your voice sounding more meek than you wanted it to. He slept on the side away from the bathroom there was no way he'd hear it. "Zayne!" You tried yelling you heard the bed shift as he seemed to wake. "I need your help." You said, voice cracking on your words.

He was on you in a moment, the light from the bathroom seeping into your bedroom as he flung the door open and knelt down beside you. "What is it?" His voice, normally so soft spoken was firm, and serious now. He looked up at the first aid kit on the counter and back down at you. "My love.."

"I didn't know what else to do." You winced when he got to work disinfecting it, it was freezing, you never did good with the cold. You tried to stay still as he bandaged your wound but the chill was in your bones you couldn't stop shaking. "its so.. fucking..cold." You chattered.

"I know love." he said checking you for any other more serious injuries, the bleeding hadn't stopped, you were tired, god you were tired. "No no. Stay awake for me sweetie." he said patting your face gently until your eyes opened up again. "You need a hospital." He stood despite your protests and lifted you gingerly in his arms.

"No. I'm okay. No hospitals. Please." Your head felt heavy as you rested it on his chest. Your eyes closing again for just a moment.

"Lemme see those pretty eyes sweetheart, c'mon, open your eyes."

"I'm S'posed to be mad at you." You murmured as he took you to the car, he set you down, somehow managing to buckle you in without bumping your injuries, He adjusted the mirror so he could make sure you were awake. "M so sleepy..n cold, I'm so cold." He put a hand on your forehead checking for fever, just in case.

"Need you to try and stay awake for me my love. Can you do that for me?" He felt so far away, you nodded and he chided you for a verbal answer.

He asked you so many questions in the car it made your head throb more than it already was. Until he ran out, until he found he couldn't say anything without potentially crying. Zayne couldn't do this again. He wouldn't survive losing another person he loved so dearly.

Your voice took him out of his thoughts and what you said just about shattered his heart. "Do you hate me?" He couldn't ever.

"Quite the contrary sweetie. Love you so much I put a ring on your pretty finger. Eyes." He couldn't bear seeing you cry like this.

"But your so far away all the time.." Neither you nor him can figure out why this is what your so fixated on talking about. "Like you never wanna see me no more."

It's cause I'm petrified at the thought of this exact scenario. Zayne thinks, he barely survived losing her but gods not you. Anyone but you. He would beg the gods for it for the rest of his life so long as you stayed.

He's lifting you up out of the car apologizing under his breath when you cry out in pain, there's nurses rushing to you both.

"I'm sorry I went back. And I'm sorry she's gone. Wasn't s'posed to be like that." You can barely talk and your eyes feel heavy as nurses are helping him put you on a gurney. "Hush now my love, focus on getting better." He says following the nurses inside. He's not used to being the one waiting. The one sitting in the waiting room, trembling in the plastic seats and waiting for something. Anything. He's filling out paperwork he doesn't even remember being handed, coworkers are asking him why he is here, why he is shaking and he waves them off.

He stays that way until he can't stand it anymore. He goes to his office and waits some more. Zayne is enraged but not with you, somehow never with you. He is enraged at himself and the universe and it's cruel ways and the wanderers that dare try and touch you and now especially he is angry at the one that dared to hurt you like this. Your words play back at him. Had he really been so distant with you? He's throwing the papers off his desk with something that could only be described as a roar of pain. He hates that he's the reason those questions graced your mind. He was losing you and it was his fault.

For the first time since she died Zayne's found himself on the floor of his office, papers scattered haphazardly around him, knees tucked to his chest, he's sobbing.

He falls asleep on his office floor waiting for news about you. He's found the next morning by a concerned nurse. She takes him to your room. You're awake, who knows what time it is by now Zayne hadn't bothered to check.

"You have a concussion." He says matter of factly, "As well as a broken rib."

"Are you here as my doctor or my husband." You say looking out the window, you seemed to look directly anywhere but him.

"That depends. Are you more mad at your doctor or your husband." You crack a smile at the dry humor. You always did.

"Well I'm pretty furious with my husband, but I think I told my doctor specifically no hospitals, so they're tied." Zayne reaches out and brushes a hair out of your face.

"You were going to die if I didn't. I couldn't lose you." He says softly.

"You hardly spare me a glance these days. I doubt you'd notice." Even injured your rage seemed to never die out. "But hearing you don't hate me was nice." So you did remember that conversation. Zayne placed his hand over yours, you were still shivering.

"You're still cold?" He pulls a blanket up closer to you, your tempted to smack his hand away. You don't. He's grateful for this, you can see it in his eyes.

"I meant what I said you know. I do love you. Just as much as the day I married you maybe even more. I was scared when you took your hunting job back. I was cowardly and it pushed you away from me instead of keeping you safe." His hand cups your cheek, hands you water from the hospital standard water bottle you were given. "If you decide to keep hunting I understand and I respect-"

"I'm quitting." You interrupted his statement, he seems shocked right back into his seat. "I never wanted to go back. Everyone wanted me to go back. To honor Her. I thought it was the right thing to do. I hate it now. I want a desk job, or a teaching job. I want you. And our routine and I want you holding me to sleep instead of going to bed with a cold note and waking up without you." For a moment he doesn't seem to believe you.

"You don't have to do this my love."

"Going back has done nothing but royally fuck our marriage. I miss what we were. I want it back. I'm so sick of this shit Zayne, getting hurt, watching people die. Getting fuckin' oggled cause everyone knows I was supposed to die." You might as well be babbling nonsense, he listens nonetheless, like he always does.

"So unless they plan to promote me to a job where I command people and I don't go out anymore. I am quitting." You say finally, leaning back on the hospital bed. He nods. This is what he wants, there's no talking you out of this and he knows that much.

"You asked me if I hate you." He speaks matter of factly again, "I never have. Never. I have been extremely unfair to you these past few months and I am so so sorry my love. I was afraid to lose you and instead of dealing with it I pushed you away. I stopped seeing you in front of me." He gets up to kiss you gently. The first in months and oh how you missed his lips on yours. "I will never miss what's right in front of me again."

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You're released from the hospital 3 weeks after this. You made good on your word. Your boss tried to keep you, but you refused. She ended up giving you a promotion, an office job, your status just a step below hers, you went home ever day at nearly 5pm and made dinner and your life went back to semi-normal.

You found Zayne in the kitchen one night getting home late. He holds you close to him, kissing the top of your head gently and swaying the two of you back and fourth in the kitchen. You missed this. You missed him. Everything finally felt right again.

He had you, and you had him, you loved him so deeply it hurt and he never felt so strongly for anyone but you.

Sleepy Moths afterthoughts: so if there's one thing you need to know its that I have to make my angst end well,

one day I'll write angst with a sad ending but today is not gonna be that day. I loved writing this fic so much, I love Zayne so much oh my god i just wanna ewptsdfhjickmaegpluh. (He's not even my main)

anyway its midnight thirty and I am fucking exhausted, goodnight, i hope you all enjoyed this fic <3

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𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 ┊ 𝙋1𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙔 (𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1)

warnings: none ┊fluff ┊gn!reader ┊word count: 1398

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➳ Keeho | 윤기호

You met Anna in high school and ever since then, you two have been very close friends, even though you are one year younger. It was definitely not the first time you were staying over at her house, but all of the times you two have had a sleepover at Anna’s place, you have never met Keeho.

Of course you have heard lots about him and you were quite curious to meet him in person someday. But one thing you didn’t have in mind at all was that he was going to be the one opening the front door after you rang the bell.

Instead of Anna greeting you as usual, you found yourself in front of the most good-looking guy you have ever seen. As taken aback as you were, the only thing you managed to do was mumbling a little “hi”. You facepalmed yourself mentally for sounding that lame.

“Hey,” he still greeted you with a sweet smile, thinking about how cute your little reaction was. “Anna told me you were coming. Come on in, she went out for a moment but she’ll be back soon. You can wait for her in her room”.

You managed to thank him and quickly entered the house, and just as you were about to make your way towards the staircase, you felt his hand grabbing your wrist.

“Wait, I’ll carry your bags for you,” he offered and you hoped he didn’t notice how incredibly red your cheeks were turning.

“Oh, don’t worry, I got them,” you replied but he still kept his hands on yours.

“I insist,” he gave you another soft smile and you gave in, not being able to resist his gaze.

You two went towards Anna’s room as you tried to calm yourself down a bit.

Keeho set your bags down carefully and then went back to lean onto the doorframe.

“Anna would kill me if she finds me in her bedroom but I still want to keep you company until she returns. I don’t think we’ve met before,” he commented while admiring your face.

“No, we haven’t, actually… My name’s Y/N”.

“Such a pretty name,” you felt another wave of heat rising to your face. “I’m Keeho. I-”.

“Keeho! Is Y/N here?” Anna’s voice suddenly echoed through the house – she had just arrived.

“We’re upstairs,” Keeho shouted back. “I’ll leave you guys alone. Pleasure to meet you, Y/N”.

“Pleasure to meet you too,” you whispered but didn’t think he heard you as he was already leaving. Just an instant later, Anna came into the room and gave you a hug.

“Heyy! I hope my brother didn’t bother you much”.

“No… Not at all,” you quietly said with a faint smile.

Little did you know the moment you left the house, Keeho went straight up to his sister to bombard her with questions about you and when you were coming over again.

➳ Theo | 최태양

You entered the building where Show! Music Core was going to be recorded and made your way towards P1Harmony’s assigned dressing room. You were informed of the schedule at the last minute so you spent the previous day watching the last stages and videos of the boys in order to get familiar with the concept. After all the research, you had to admit, they were incredibly handsome.

You were supposed to take care of Theo and Jongseob’s make-up, so while you were waiting for them to arrive, you set all your products on the table and made some small talk with the other two make-up artists.

Soon, the sound of boyish laughter filled the corridor and right after, three of the six boys, Keeho, Intak and Theo, were entering the room. They greeted everyone politely and sat down in front of the mirror.

You approached Theo, surprised by how shy he turned all of a sudden. You could have sworn his voice was the loudest when the boys were heading to the room. You decided to break the ice, assuming he was nervous for the performance.

“You’re probably wondering where Juri is. She asked me to stand in for her today but don’t worry, I promise I’ll do just as well,” you smiled down at him while applying carefully his foundation. He gave you a subtle smile in return but didn’t say anything more, he just continued to take glances at you quietly as you kept applying different products.

As close to him as you were, you couldn’t help but admire his perfect facial features. You already knew he was going to be good-looking, but you didn’t imagine he was going to have such breath-taking visuals in real life. You tried not to stare much because you still needed to be professional, but little did you know that you had made a similar impression on Theo, who couldn’t get his eyes off you at that point.

He was mesmerized by your face, and your concentrated yet soft expression while doing his make-up. Every now and then, he felt your hand slightly brushing against his skin, which was making his heart beat so hard he was afraid you could hear it. He had never felt this kind of attraction to a stranger — to Theo, it was incomprehensible the fact that you had such an effect on him, to the point he had lost his ability to speak.

The moment came when you took a step back to admire your work from afar, and Theo was already missing your touch.

“Alright, I think you’re good to go,” you finally said while you fixed a strand of his hair that you had to move away before. “Good luck with your performance!”.

Once you waved him goodbye, you started getting ready to do Jongseob’s make-up. When the younger boy came in, he handed you a little paper note and said it was from Theo.

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk much, shyness got the best of me. You did and amazing job, thank you. I’d really like to treat you to some coffee later in return, if you’re free. I swear I can hold a proper conversation :)”.

➳ Jiung | 최지웅

It was one of those days when you feel like nothing works in your favour. You had spent the whole morning in class, and the whole evening in your part-time job, not to mention you had to cope with stressful schoolwork and then, rude customers. You couldn’t wait for your shift to end just so you could go on your usual late night stroll.

You often went to a specific spot in the park of your neighbourhood, a bench that wasn’t totally secluded but it was peaceful enough to spend hours there without anyone interrupting.

And there you were once again, reflecting on your thoughts of the day, when you noticed a guy around your age approaching the bench, his head a bit down, deep in thought. He hadn’t noticed you. When he looked up and saw you, he stood still for a brief moment and then turned around after bowing apologetically.

“You can sit here if you want. I’ve been here long enough,” you said while standing up. He turned to face you. “No, don’t worry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I come here often and I’ve never seen anyone sitting here so… I assumed I was going to be alone,” he said softly while scratching the back of his neck.

“Same here. I didn’t think anyone else would come at this hour... We can both stay, if that’s okay with you,” you proposed and, with that, you two sat side by side on the bench.

“I’m Y/n, by the way”.

“Jiung”.

“Long day? I always come here to unwind after a long day”.

“You can’t even imagine,” he sighed and without realising it, he was getting off his chest all the worries that had been in his mind since the beginning of the day.

“Thank you so much for listening to me. I really needed someone to talk to,” Jiung confessed with a shy smile. “And I felt so at ease with you, I’m not sure why”.

“No worries. And I also felt very comfortable with you, Jiung. I just hope we get another chance to meet and talk like this,” you said, not daring to look at him in the eye.

“I already can’t wait for next time”.

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He still looks pissed. For Buck, rather than at Buck. 

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Thirty minutes later, they’re eating at a nearby diner, and Buck has explained everything. 

“This is ridiculous,” Bobby huffs after he’s done. “They’re treating you like a suspect when someone out there is weaponizing the worst thing that ever happened to you.”

It’s not. Being kidnapped at four is not the worst thing that has ever happened to him. Buck’s not going to argue though.

“I’m not sure what their angle is,” Athena admits. “What more do they need? They have the perp in custody. Caught him red-handed.”

Buck shrugs. “Unless they really believe I’m some sort of imposter.”

“Didn’t you say the guy looks younger than you?” Bobby asks. 

“By a decade,” Buck confirms. “At least.”

“So that makes no sense,” Bobby says. 

“No,” Athena agrees. “It doesn’t.”

Buck sips his coffee, frustrated. He hates this. He doesn’t understand why this is happening to him. 

“Buck, you need to know,” Bobby says. His expression is serious, concerned. “We’re on your side here. Whatever happens, okay? We know… We know you haven’t done anything wrong.”

Buck takes a deep breath. He doesn’t take their faith in him for granted. There was a time in his life where he wouldn’t have had it. Where he wouldn’t have deserved it. He knows that.

“Thank you,” Buck says.

Athena nods. “Of course.”

“Uh, can I ask…” Buck frowns. “With Ingram… It seemed like he was trying to get me to confess something. I don’t know what.”

“Hmm,” Bobby replies, forehead creased with worry.

“Athena, uh, what’s his deal? What kind of cases does he even work?”

Athena frowns. “I wish I knew. I’ve never met the man before.”

“You haven’t?” Bobby asks.

“No,” she says. “He must be a new transfer or something. I’d never even heard of him.”

🟢

He goes to Maddie and Chim’s. 

He goes, knowing their appointment is long since finished, and knowing that, well, he should probably keep his sister up to date with his legal affairs. 

It doesn’t quite go that way. 

“We’re having a boy!” Maddie grins the moment they walk through the door. “A little boy! Isn’t that amazing?”

And, well? Yeah. It totally is. It’s the best news in the whole entire world. A boy. A nephew. Jee’s little brother. Buck is beyond thrilled. So thrilled that he can’t bring down the mood. He won’t. Maddie doesn’t need to hear about this right now. In fact, until Buck knows more about this strange petty criminal dragging up both of their childhood trauma, Maddie doesn’t need to hear anything at all. 

🟢

He calls Eddie. 

He calls Eddie, because Eddie is far away from all this. The things he knows don’t make it back to Maddie. Eddie is his best friend. He should also be kept up to date with Buck’s legal affairs. He’ll have something reasonable and encouraging to say. 

Of course, this doesn’t quite go that way, either. 

“Chris and I are coming back to Los Angeles,” Eddie says, instead of hello, when he answers Buck’s call. 

And Buck is so happy, so overjoyed, he forgets himself entirely. 

“What?” He breathes. “You-you are?”

“Yeah, we are.” 

He can hear the smile in Eddie’s voice.

“Oh my god,” Buck starts to tear up. “When?”

“A few weeks. Need to pack everything up. Do the school transfer. Won’t be long, though… Hey, are you actually crying right now? I can hear you crying?”

“Obviously I’m crying, Eddie!” 

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“She won’t be any trouble. She’s super chill.”

“Mmm, well,” Margaret says. “The more the merrier.”

All things considered, dinner doesn’t start terrible. Everyone is friendly. Everyone’s pretending it’s just been a few months since they’ve seen each other, rather than years and years. His parents are pretending they didn’t drop Maddie. That they don’t hate Buck. They put all their interest into Chimney, vetting him more or less. It’s all great. 

Except… His mother keeps interrogating him. About Jane. 

At some point, Jane is propped on Buck’s lap, and he’s spoon feeding her baby food, and Margaret just sort of stares at them. 

“Everything okay?” Buck asks her. 

“You’re very good with her,” his mother observes. “For the babysitter.”

Buck blinks. “Uh… Her parents and I are very close. I see her all the time.” 

“Her mother is Shannon,” Maddie says. “Remember, Mom? I mentioned her. She’s my closest friend out here.”

“Right,” Margaret nods. “And how old is Jane?”

“Ten months,” Buck says. “She’ll be one in December.”

“And you and Maddie are both friends with her mother?” Margaret asks.

Chim is looking at his plate. Like really avoiding eye contact. Fuck. 

“Her dad and I work together,” Buck says. 

“With Howard?” Phillip asks.

“Yep,” Chim squeaks, sweating. “I don’t know much about it.”

Buck sighs.

This is how they find out he’s seeing a married couple.

“About what?” Margaret asks.

“Nothing,” Buck says. “It’s really nothing.”

“I’m confused,” Phillip says.

“Me, too, if that helps,” Albert offers.

“Okay, Evan,” Margaret sighs. “Just be honest. Is she your child?”

Buck’s jaw drops. “What?” 

“Oh, it’s clear you’re lying, Evan!” She presses. “You show up here with some child you’re overly familiar with, who belongs to a friend. We know how you are. You got some girl pregnant out of wedlock and now you’re too ashamed to say it!”

“Hi,” Maddie waves at her. “Also pregnant out of wedlock. Nothing shameful here.”

“I’m not her father!” Buck protests. He looks at the baby. “I wouldn’t lie if I was. Right, Jane? I’m not your dad.”

Jane tilts her head back to look up at him.

“Da…Dada?”

Chimney coughs. Albert conceals a laugh. Maddie pinches the bridge of her nose. 

“My god, Evan,” his father chides. “Really?”

“No! No!” Buck protests. “Why would she say that? Maddie, why would she say that? Back me up!”

Oh, Eddie is going to be devastated. This is horrid. He’ll be so sad. Buck needs to, like, disappear. Spend less time with Jane. Ignore her maybe. It’ll break his heart, but it’s what needs to be done. For Eddie. 

“She’s really not his,” Maddie says.

“Dada,” Jane says again, clapping her hands together.

“No!” Buck insists. “No, Jane. Sweetie. I’m not your father.”

“No,” Jane says. 

[arcticwolfpaws]

Chapter 18: A change in the wind

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56481082/chapters/143531686

Mother’s visit was… aggravating, I was thrown around like a doll and I was forced to hold back in order to not give myself away and due to that I was covered in bruises and my body ached the next day, I whined softly as Alfred cam in,

“Young master, It is time for breakfast.” He told me as he pulled the blankets off me, and all I could find it in myself to do was whine softly at the lose of the cozy warmth the blanket had given me. “Come now young master you must go to school. And I cannot allow you to go hungry.” He added and all I slowly pulled myself out of bead looking over at the black blur as I sighed heavily, and drug myself out of the bed and down stairs yawning as entered the dinning room I took quiet note of the lack of my father and Brothers, I was alone today… How strange, I tried not to dwell on it but I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Your father took Jason to school, and master Grayson had a class.” he explained as he set a pancake stack in front of me, I nodded slowly as ate alone in silence, I had never felt so… out of place, dad and Jason normally made me feel better about it. After breakfast I avoided a shower and just got ready for school,

“Hey!” I heard Tim’s voice call out I smiled as I turned away from Alfred,

“Bye, Alfred.” I stated quickly turning and running up to Tim and Barnard excitedly “Hey guys,” I chirped happily as I got close enough for them to hear me, Tim had learned that he didn’t have to yell for me to hear him, If he’d noticed anything more he hadn’t said it.

“Where were you yesterday?” Barnard asked as we started into the building, I sighed and shoved my hands in my pockets,

“I uhh met my mother…. I wouldn’t recommend,” I told him and Tim frowned softly while Barnard let out a soft whistled,

“That bad?” Tim asked and I nodded,

“I spent all day sparing with her,” I told them sighing yet again as I ran a hand through my hair. “Honestly I’m soar as hell and bruised in ways I didn’t know I could be.” I stated and Tim gave me a look I hadn’t thought I had said anything odd but the look he gave me said other wise,

“What?” I asked him ans he shook his head,

“I’m thinking that all, Oh hey that reminds me we have that chem test today, and you missed class yesterday, Are you going to be able to pass?” Tim asked I had completely forgotten about that but seeing as I had my own little chemistry set both at home and I worked with Roy’s regularly I wasn’t bothered.

“Naa I’ll be fine I mean they put me in A.P chem with you two for a reason.” I pointed out and Barnard chuckled shaking his head as we walked.

“That reminds me, If you have the chance later could you help me with my chem homework later?” the blond asked and I nodded,

“Sure, how about this err… next weekend. Wait when is this school break?” I asked causing both of them to laugh softly, they didn’t have a chance to answer as my question as the bell for the start of classes went off and they had to get to there home room, I walked in and settled down in Miss cherry’s class, and took note of that one girl that always stared at me, but today she pushed a note onto my desk while the teacher wasn’t looking. I paused frowning at the folded paper before putting my hand over it, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued. I slipped it off the desk and didn’t bother to read yet.

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Classes went quickly till lunch when I snuck over the fence and set the spare bag of food that Alfred packed for me by the man hole, before slipping back over the fence I glanced back and smiled to myself as I saw the green hand reach out and take the bag, I dropped to the ground right as the man hole fell back into place before I heard Tim call out.

“Faraj! Come sit with us.” He waved me over and I smiled to myself, as I walked over setting my lunch down next to them.

“Hey guys.” I kept my voice soft as always and Barnard chuckled smiling the light glinting in his eyes making him look particularly mischievous,

“You have got to hear,” He thumbed at Tim. “This guys newest theory on who the bat is.” I raised a brow was it really that interesting? I looked to Tim and tilted my head and he groaned causing me to chuckle,

“You already pointed out it’s unlikely.” He started, “So must you make me embarrasses myself?” He asked glaring at the blond and I chuckled and nudged him he sighed laying his head down on the table before he spoke his voice muffled.

“I said that it had to be someone rich based off his gear, so I thought maybe Lex Luther seeing as the man’s highly intelligent but Barnard brought up that he’s rarely here and that super man wants him convicted.” he stated and I chuckled and spoke jokingly,

“Well I mean that’s a fair thought but you have to look at people who live in Gotham, Like my Father for example.” Tim hummed softly at my comment, shit… I just put a thought in his head one that might mean dad has to be a little more careful then before. And that was if he didn’t already suspect Dad.

“That’s a good point, say what does your dad do at night?” He asked and I sighed yup, I was waiting for this, Barnard swatted at him,

“Dude I doubt he wants to tell you about the line of chicks his dad drags home from the club that has to be uncomfortable enough.” he stated and Tim pouted huffing as he crossed his arms,

“I’ve spent the night before.” As they devolved into a playful argument over this, I ignored them as I ate just listening to them enjoying having friends even if they were a bit strange, they were mine.

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I was surprised as I stepped out of the building that evening and finding a lack of the normal black limo and instead seeing a dark blue sports car when the door opened I understood why,

“Hey kiddo.” My eldest brother called as I walked up, he ran a hand through his hair and smiled softly as I climbed in.

“Not to be rude but where’s Alfred?” I asked and he smiled gently as I buckled up he spoke starting to drive.

“He’s taking care of Bruce since he’s not feeling well.” He stated I nodded and started to relax, “So how was school?” He asked glancing at me as we pulled out of the parking lot.

“It was uneventful.” I paused remembering the note, “Oh right.” I muttered to myself pulling the crumpled piece of paper out of my pocket before trying to straighten it out, once it was as straight as it was going to get I read over it.

‘I have noticed you in the halls and in some of my classes, and I was wondering if you might be willing to go out on a date? You seemed pretty reserved so I figured I would have to ask you, and you don’t have to worry about it with your friends those two older boys I see you talking to if you want you can claim you asked me.’ I was lightly nudged,

“what’s that?” Dick asked and I realized I scrunched my nose up,

“I appear to have been asked out…” I mumbled and that seemed to have caught his attention,

“Oh really? She any good? Is she cute?” He asked and I shrugged I hadn’t ever really looked at anyone like that I just stared at the note for a long moment before I spoke softly before shaking my head.

“I’m not really interest in people, I mean miss Selina is pretty but I don’t have the same reaction as father has.” I told him and my brother snorted,

“That’s fair, but you don’t like anyone?” He questioned and I made a face, it seemed to cause him to chuckle as he sighed softly, “Hey so the next couple of days I’ll probably be picking you up alright?” He asked and I nodded then he looked at me nudging me again, “That mean’s if one of your buddy’s want to come over that means I’m going to need a warning alright?” He asked and I chuckled nodding.

“Alright but it’s only today and tomorrow left then… aren’t I going to your house?” I asked and he hummed softly before nodding,

“Yep.” He chirped, we pulled into the drive way and slowly got out and he smiled ruffled my hair as we walked in, “Get your homework done and come down for dinner okay?” He asked and I rolled my eyes, Of course, If I didn’t get it done then I’d have no time to do it.

As I made my way up the stairs I sent a message to Roy,

{ 🌃✈🦇}

Roy:

{Right, you know were to find me.}

I paused for a moment frowning at my phone, Had I done something wrong? Why did his text feel so… off? I shook my head and headed up stairs to do my home work.

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I flapped my wings as I settled down on the street sighing happily as I stepped into the safe house,

“Roy?” I called out trying not to be to loud as my voice bounced off the walls, he didn’t answer me as I stopped at the bottom of the stairs I spotted him head down on the work bench he had a hand on his head, “Roy? Are you alright.” I asked gently as I stepped closer, I was about five feet when he spoke his voice muffled by the bench.

“What would you do if no one came looking for you?” He asked and I paused slowly tilting my head,

“I… What?” I questioned not understanding what he meant, he suddenly looked at me his eyes were blood shot and he looked upset, I knew something had happened back in star city but I hadn’t exactly been able to ask for details, I took a startled step back before letting out a puff of air, “Gods you look like hell.” I told him but he didn’t laugh like he normally would have,

“You should lay off, you’re not going to get anywhere. I’m the only one watching your back and you lack the drive to do anything.” I blinked at him lost, I had done something I’d done quite a bit at this point and what was wrong with his voice?

“Where the hell did that come from?” I asked him but he ignored me and kept going on.

“You don’t have enough backing and it was idiotic helping you, I should have known better I just put you in danger,” I crossed my arms, his voice really did sound odd but I couldn’t put my finger on why. “Just go home, and don’t bother coming out again.” And what was with this sudden turn? Before he’d flat out told me he knew I wouldn’t listen to him so what made him think that had changed?

“That’s not happening Roy, I’m helping people and I’m helping father.” I pointed out, the next thing I knew something had shattered and warm liquid was dripping down my face, I stared at the broken mug Roy was yelling but he was to loud for me to understand, I put my hand to my head and pulled it away seeing the crimson I took a few steps back and looked up at him feeling a little dizzy all the sudden. He looked horrified as he realized what he’d done, he moved closer to me and I didn’t really think I just bolted, I shoved open the door and ran into the street before spotting a man hole and prying it opened and it took far longer then I cared for, one I got it off I dropped into the hole forcing the cover back into place.

I was plunged into darkness but I could hear roy calling for me to come back, I set my back against the wall and slowly slid down it, What the fuck? What had that been about? Why the sudden change and… and he threw a fucking mug at my head, I felt the tear sting my eyes, what had I done? I had to have done something right? Was it the other night when I didn’t come out? I struggled to sort my thoughts as I got to my feet, I’d talk to Waylon after all he seemed to have a better Idea on how to handle people then I did… and it wasn’t like I could just walk the streets bleeding not with so many people trying to find out who I was.

With several soft clicks I guided myself through the sewers finding Waylon’s little nest but he wasn’t there, I sighed and settled down next to his make shift bed as I borrowed his medical supplies and I struggled to handle the cut on my face, how was I going to explain that away?

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I held the cut waiting for it to stop bleeding when I heard the familiar heavy foot steps of my friend and perked up he’d been helping me with small things and I was hoping to ask if he could help we with some insight on Roy’s reaction, but that’s when I heard his voice and my blood froze as I flattened myself onto the shelf.

“That’s way I mean Mr Jones, what I have could fix your condition.” I looked over the edge seeing the two men talking, Waylon towered over my dad’s look alike.

“And, you’re sure that it’s fix it?” Waylon rumbled, I reviled myself speaking loudly while doing my best to stay hidden,

“Waylon that’s not Mr Wayne that it’s some kind of look like.” I told him I watched as they both looked around the Look alike looked pissed and spoke in a sharp tone,

“How dare you you accuse me of something like that!” he snapped and seeing my fathers face contort in anger sent a shiver down my spine, But Waylon took a few steps back trusting what I had said,

“How can you look like Wayne and not be him?” His voice had dropped to a near growl, the fake looked to Waylon and as the big man stepped closer he remained composed, I shifted, I was ready to help if I had to but I also knew that he wouldn’t be happy if I stepped in, he already didn’t like me acting as a hero. But I wasn’t going to let him get hurt if rI could help it, nothing seemed to happen for a long moment then Waylon just crumpled and The fake scoffed before looking up and speaking,

“I would fly bat.” he spit before turning and walking away, once he was gone I dropped to Waylon’s side.

“Waylon? Are you okay?” I asked the panic rising in my voice, I put a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at me letting out a growl before shaking his head, he suddenly shoved me and spoke his voice a half growl.

“Run, I don’t know what he did.” I took a few steps back, I was about to speak when his eyes shifted and he lunged at me snarling I staggered back before bolting off, as he followed closely behind me, I swerved around corners and nearly fell off some kind of a cliff skeletal remains of old buildings. It was a mistake to freeze as I was hit hard I felt my wing snap as I was thrown down to the water below, I let my wings turned to dust before reforming them in quick succession catching myself in mid flight, I yelped in pain but forced myself to land in what looked like an old apartment, I collapsed before getting sick. Fuck… what happened? Did he break something? I wondered as I moved away from the vile puddle that was starting to run off the edge of the building, I shivered against a wall closing my eyes why was everything so foggy? No… I can’t… stay…...here…..

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Batfiles

Name: Roy harper

Alias: Speedy

age: 16

appearance: Red hair with green eyes freckled face

other: Recently kidnapped he’s only just returned and Arrow is keeping him off duty for a while as they had another argument.

(Note added by batman)

I haven’t been able to talk to him since it happened he’s on some level M.I.A, Canary asked we keep an eye out so if you see him let them know.

(Note added by Night wing)

[ac-19]

After jim street gets into the hospital going up and arguing with the nurse who says no visitors and you march past her and goes into jims room and breaks down. He holds you close and tells the nurse its okay, and she lets them be. She tells him how scared she was.

Hospital - J. Street (S.W.A.T)

summary: you might do a tad too much when a nurse won't let you see jim after he's been injured.

i knew it was bad news the second i saw the principal's face when i opened the door in the middle of my afternoon class.

"it's jim. he's in route to the hospital, that's all the information they gave me."

i nodded as the tears welled up in my eyes and i swallowed the lump in my throat trying my best to put on a brave face. i knew this day could come eventually, but i never thought it would be today.

"go. i'll cover your afternoon."

i nodded.

"thank you."

she nodded and i quickly grabbed my purse from my desk and bolted down the hallway. the sound of my heels hitting the floor as i ran out to the front door was loud in my ears and i barely remember the drive to the hospital. i had tried to call luca on my way there but there was no answer but i figured he might still be out on a call.

once i got to the hospital i rushed through the doors of the er and headed up to the nurses station ignoring the throbbing pain in my feet, cursing myself for wearing some new heels today.

"can i help you?"

"what room is jim street in?"

"are you family?"

"fiancée."

she nodded as she typed in his information on the computer.

"you'll have to wait out here. no visitors are allowed back to his room."

i shook my head.

"can you at least tell me what's going on with him?"

"the doctor will be out to give you all that information in due time."

i shook my head as i pushed myself up from where i was leaning onto the nurse's station and took one look down the long hallway before i started walking down it hoping to at least lay my eyes on jim to know if he was okay or not.

i heard the nurse screaming at me that i wasn't allowed back there but at this exact moment i didn't care. i quickly found jim's room and he gave me a confused look as he stood up from the bed. he was shirtless and i could see the bruises forming around his ribcages already and the bandage on his left arm but other than that he seemed good.

"what are you doing here?"

i walked inside the room and headed straight for jim's arms and he quickly wrapped his arms around me as he grunted probably in pain given the state of his torso and arm so i lightened my grip on him.

"they told me you were hurt..."

"ma'am like i said you can't be in here."

jim pulled back from me slightly and looked down at me and chuckled before he looked back up at the nurse.

"can you give us a minute?"

"one. any longer and she gets escorted out of here by security."

"fair enough."

"what did you do?"

i chuckled through the tears that were streaming down my cheeks as i pulled away from jim.

"she told me no visitors were allowed but i needed to see you with my own two eyes. make sure you were okay. i was so scared jim. not just for me, but what i would tell nate, if anything ever happened to you."

"hey, i'm good. bullet caught the vest so a few bruises and a small cut on my arm from some barbwire."

i nodded.

"okay it's time for you to go."

i nodded as i leaned up on my tippy toe and planted my lips on jim's. he laid his hand on my hip and i smiled as we pulled away from each other.

"i'm not going anywhere anytime soon. plus i agreed to bring nate to mcdonald's this weekend so i can't let the little guy down."

"why wasn't i invited to this little outing?"

"father son time."

i nodded.

"i better go. before she actually has me escorted out by security."

jim nodded.

"i love you jim street."

"i love you more. now go."

"just for the record i would of probably done the same thing you did."

i chuckled and nodded as i walked out of the room and down the hallway with the nurse.

"i'm sorry."

she nodded.

i gave the nurse a small smile as i nodded and sat down in a chair in the nursing home as i pulled out my phone and texted my mom to ask her to pick up nate from daycare and bring him here.

[sokkastyles]

Hey, sorry if my initial response came across as flippant, but you asked for my opinion and I have strong feelings both on love languages and Mai and Zuko, and I've seen the love languages argument before, both to explain why Mai and Zuko don't work, and by people who think it explains why they DO work.

I think there is some truth in the concept of love languages, but the way it's utilized and the history of it is pretty problematic. This article explains it really well, and part of the reason it's problematic is because the guy who invented it was promoting heteronormative relationships using binary ideas about gender, so almost all the women who were studied were told their love language was "acts of service" and almost all the men were told their love language is "physical touch." Which is just another way of saying that women are just naturally made to perform labor and men are just naturally made to need sex.

So it also doesn't surprise me to hear you say that Mai's love language is physical touch and Zuko's is acts of service and gift giving and words of affirmation. What's surprising is that the genders are flipped here. But it's still a dynamic where one party performs all the labor and the other gets to snog.

And the reason it ends up this way is because Zuko is an abuse victim who has learned to see love as transactional and one-sided as a trauma response. Mai doesn't know how to give and Zuko gives too much. This is a trauma bond and an unhealthy balance.

There's truth in love languages, of course, but the truth is that all people need these things at different times. But like the article says, the idea that love is a language can easily become manipulative. Mai often uses physical touch as a replacement for what Zuko really wants from her, and reacts negatively to his attempts at performing emotional labor but still expects it from him, like in "The Beach" when she demands he bring her food despite reacting negatively every time he brought her stuff previously in the episode.

Also, on the Boiling Rock being Mai's moment of the stakes being challenged, I'd agree, except in the end that's walked back entirely. The challenge was that she had to either let Zuko go or watch him die. She chooses the high road and lets him go, but then at the end of the show she comes back and tells him he can never break up with her again, so her moment of "letting Zuko go" only actually lasted for a few episodes. It's not even a problem that they got back together, it's that the show treats this like Mai deserves it and she gives Zuko an ultimatum about it, so she hasn't really learned anything about letting go or about what it really means to love someone and care more about their well-being than your relationship status with them.

The problem is that Zuko is held accountable, over and over again, and Mai is not.

I've also heard the love languages argument used to defend Kataang, and naturally Katara's love language is also said to be acts of service, because, you know, every woman really wants to mother their man. (sarcasm)

Which is just further confirmation to me that the concept can easily be used to justify unhealthy relationships. The problem is not a difference of love language, it's that one person is doing all the work and the other person is doing none of it. And we've already seen Mai treat another boyfriend the same way, so I don't think putting her with someone else will fix this unless she does A LOT of growing.

I'm not meaning to start (another) argument, but you asked for my opinion, so.

My take on Maiko

Now this isn't meant to be a bash against Mai. I wanted to point out the hot and cold emotional rollercoaster that is Mai and Zuko's relationship. I believe they are not romantically compatible but it isn't any one person's fault.

They have different love languages and different relationship wants and needs. They also have opposing political views.

Zuko's experiences have changed him, what with being banished and life as a fugitive. He is no longer the boy Mai had a childhood crush on. People grow and change and so do too our interpersonal relationships.

Despite everything, they still care for each other. Keep in mind that caring for someone can be platonic or familial as well, not just romantic.

Simply put, they are not a good match for each other.

[obsessivestar]

Hey Google how do I make an introduction post look pretty so people will notice it and be my moot ♡

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner