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im-in-vin-ci-ble · 4 years ago

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Hello~ Can I request a Mark x fem reader who’s a lot like starfire and is very Powerful close to omni man and is also an alien princess but she lives on earth and they go to the same school and she’s also a solo hero who one day sees invincible fighting off a tough villain with the teenteam but is losing so she steps in to help and he recognizes her and starts getting all nervous since he has a crush on her and then after that they introduce themselves get to know each other and eventually work they’re way up to mark confessing and she says yes :3

(If possible can it be a slow burn im a sucker for slow burn tropes and stuff 😤)

A/N: I gotchu, this bout to be a lil long 😮‍💨 making the fem!reader a little more human, figured since she’s in an actual school for humans she’d need to adapt to the humor/culture so she doesn’t get suspicious

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: M, some swearing and gross monster guts

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Mark is finally joined in battle by an alien princess who has caught his attention. Turns out she goes to the same high school, and if he can throw around 150-pound monsters across the street, surely he can confess his true feelings to a girl... right?

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Rex Splode yelled as he wobbled up off the ground. "We've been on this thing for hours and it only has one damn cut!"

"Calm down Rex," Atom Eve said from behind, "You're gonna get even more tired from yelling."

The two watched as Dupli-Kate attempted to distract the scaly kaiju, replicating herself second after second to give space for Invincible to hit the monster by surprise. The kaiju's screech echoed throughout the city and shook the foundations of the surrounding buildings, forcing Rex, Atom Eve and Robot to move aside and save however many civilians they could.

"Invincible," Dupli-Kate shouted, "I can't keep up much longer!"

A sonic boom overcame the surrounding noise and Invincible appeared from the clouds. Dropping in at maximum speed, the young superhero balled his hand into a fist and took a deep breath. A loud battle cry escaped his mouth but it was cut short as the kaiju's heavy arm slapped him away just in time, throwing him through destroyed buildings until he landed on the pavement.

Out of breath, dizzy, and in a serious amount of pain, Invincible laid on the broken road for a second to regain his strength. The wind softly blew down on him as he focused his sight on a contrail leading towards him, and he watched as a girl in purple land right next to him.

She bent down and held him upright, "Invincible, are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," Invincible croaked with a defeated smile, "Totally fine."

His sight reverted back to normal and the first face he saw shocked him alive. It was her. They never talked in school and he was almost sure she didn't know his real name, but here she was, basically cradling him in her arms and calling him Invincible.

So she knows who I am. At least with the suit.

"Come on, that kaiju is about to be destroy the entire city," she said, helping him get back on his feet and flying away to the seemingly unbeatable figure.

He huffed, "Stay cool, Mark. She's here to help," and he followed suit.

This marked the first time he really interacted with the new superhero; he'd only ever see her on TV or read about how she saved people on the newspaper. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive — as do most guys his age — but watching her blast the kaiju with the green bursts of energy from her hands made her only even more appealing.

Invincible regrouped with the rest of the Teen Team. "I don't know what else we can do to this thing," Atom Eve admitted.

"I do," the girl spoke up. "Distract it as best as you can but stay far away from the stomach. When I tell you to take cover, make a run for it."

Robot replied, "That seems highly dangerous."

"Let's do it," Invincible quickly replied in a high-pitched voice.

Everyone looked over at him, surprised at the sudden change in his voice and just how fast he reacted in agreement.

"Uh, it's a good plan," he nodded, causing the girl to shoot a warm smile his way. "I definitely think we should do it... if all of you... uh, think, we should."

Exhausted and out of options, the rest of the group followed her orders and took different corners of the monster. Dupli-Kate handled one leg, Rex Splode handled the other, Robot and Atom Eve took the arms, and Invincible went back to the head. The kaiju struggled to keep its focus on just one of the heroes, and while it remained preoccupied, the girl absorbed all the energy she could muster and flew straight for the stomach.

"Take cover, now!"

Invincible and the Teen Team moved away and they watched as the flying hero's eyes opened in a bright shade of neon green, both her arms extended out as a large ball of green formed around her hands. The rays exploded right through the kaiju and it shrieked in pain as she briefly disappeared into the stomach. The kaiju lost balance and slowly fell forward as the girl, her eyes still green, appeared on the other side and harshly fell down on the ground.

The kaiju landed on the street with a loud boom and the group ran towards the girl who was now covered in parts of the kaiju's digestive system.

"Okay, that's kinda gross," Rex Splode commented, to which Dupli-Kate quickly responded, "Shut up."

Invincible dropped down on his knees and wiped the blood and guts off her face. Subtly admiring her facial features up close, he couldn't believe (and almost felt stupid) that he never recognized her despite the fact that he almost saw her everyday.

The girl groaned in agony softly shook her head, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Invincible's dark hair, goggles and yellow mask.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, "Are you alright?"

She sat up and hissed at her injuries, holding her head with her bloody hand. "Mmhmm," she gently nodded with a half smile, her eye one still shut. "Totally fine."

---

Mark had a hard time focusing on school. His body ached from yesterday's injuries and he suffered a few bruises from literally tearing through buildings. He made his way to his locker and rested his head on the metal door, dreading the fact that he still has an entire afternoon of classes to go. Closing his eyes in hopes to quickly recharge, his moment of peace was disrupted when a shoulder rammed into his chest and several books landed right on his toe.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," a voice exclaimed.

Mark's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. It's her. He momentarily froze and watched the girl bend down to pick up her things, and when he finally regained movement a split second later, he also bent down to help her out. He kept quiet as he tried to think of the coolest possible response to make her think that he was actually the coolest guy in school, but all he could think of was how heavenly and badass she looked yesterday.

"Thanks," she said as he handed her the book. "I hope your foot doesn't bruise."

They both stood up and he shot her a nervous smile. "T-totally fine," he replied, clearing his throat afterwards.

She crossed her brows at his response and nodded, and a look of suspicion replaced her worried demeanor.

"I'm Mark, by the way," he cleared his throat again and reached out his hand, "Grayson."

"Mark... Grayson, huh?" she responded, scanning his face as her suspicion grew. Her eyes finally landed on the hand that was waiting, and she took one last look into his eyes before deciding to shake it. "I'm Y/N," she introduced herself with a skeptical smile, feeling his sweaty palm wrapped around hers. "I'll see you around, Mark Grayson."

She walked away and Mark's eyes followed her trail as far as he could see. He quickly pulled out his phone to send a text to Eve, who was actually watching their interaction a few classrooms down.

"Mark," Eve called out as she moved towards him. “So I’m assuming...”

"You knew?” he asked her in disbelief. “Why didn't you tell me Y/N was a superhero? I just introduced myself to her as Mark Grayson and I'm almost positive she knows I'm Invincible."

"First off, it's not my secret tell," she answered with a shrug. "Second, you guys didn’t trade secrets or whatever?”

Mark shook his head in a panic, "No, but I'm guessing she also knows that I know her secret the same way I know she knows my secret." He rested his forehead on the locker door once again and groaned, "Ugh, I'm so into her, it isn't even funny. And this whole superhero thing just made it even more awkward."

Eve laughed, "Look, I'm not going to force her to tell you if she isn't up for it, but if you want, I can ask her to hang out with us later. Maybe — emphasis on maybe — my presence will make her comfortable enough to admit who she is."

"Okay, okay," he sighed, turning around to rest the back of his head. "My insides are dying."

"After the kaiju yesterday, be thankful you don't mean that in a literal sense."

---

Where in the hell is Eve?

Mark pulled out his phone for the third time in 10 minutes. Still no call or response from Eve to his text. He was getting evidently nervous; his palms were sweaty again and it felt like someone turned up the heat in Burger Mart. His left leg jerked up and down in anxiety as he stared at his phone, looking at the seconds on the clock icon tick by. If he were left alone with Y/N, he'd have no idea what to say. What does she like? Should I bring up the kaiju yesterday and praise Invincible? No, she'll just think I'm full of myself.

"Hey Mark."

He jolted and saw Y/N standing by the corner of the booth. "Hi!" he replied in that irritatingly high-pitched voice. Mark's heart began to race and the thoughts in his head ran wild. "Um... Have a seat. Sorry Eve isn't here yet, she actually hasn't answered my calls or my messages. Teenage girls, huh? What can you do?"

She crossed her brows again and chuckled, "That's fine, we can wait for Eve. But I think I'm more concerned about you."

"What do you mean?"

Y/N chuckled again, "You seem... nervous.”

He faked an obnoxiously loud laugh, “Me? Nervous?”

She watched him from across the table in silence, waiting for him to regain his composure.

When Mark couldn’t hear Y/N laughing with him, he finally shut up and shook his head. “Yeah, I am nervous, sorry,” he admitted, shutting his eyes tight.

She giggled, “Totally fine.”

Hearing her say those two words calmed his racing heartbeat. A smile crept on his face and she reciprocated, their eyes locking for a few seconds before both their phones buzzed.

“Oh, I just got a text from Eve,” Mark said.

“Me too.” She opened the message and began to read it out loud, “Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Something came up.”

“Have fun, you two,” he followed, his voice faltering. He placed his phone, screen down this time, back on the table and sighed, “Sorry, guess you’re stuck with me. That is, if you do want to stay and... hang out, and stuff.”

"Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, her warm smile easing Mark back into a relaxed state. “It’s nice to have a friend who...” she trailed off, “understands.”

“Understands what?” he asked.

“This thing people like us call life,” she answered. “You know, it took me a long time to acclimate here. I didn’t think I ever would, then I met friends who made this place feel like home. And home is a feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”

Mark rested his elbows on the table and leaned in closer, “Well, I’m always here. You know, a-as a friend... or an acquaintance, even. I don’t, I don’t want to push it.”

Y/N giggled again, “You’re a funny man, Mark Grayson. This planet is lucky to have someone like you.” She reached out and held his hand, “And I’m even luckier to have you as a friend, or an acquaintance.”

He felt the heat rush to his face and he could swear his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The afternoon flew by in a hurry as they engaged in lengthy conversations, fatty fast food, and childhood stories. While Mark was open to sharing every tiny detail — down to the color of the bleachers at the park where he played little league — Y/N kept hers pretty vague, leaving out descriptions of family members and even the places where these stories happened.

Mark’s phone buzzed again, but the vibrating pattern indicated it was a phone call. He turned the screen over and saw the unknown number; it was time to suit up.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, but I need to go,” he said in a rush. “I have a... uh, an emergency.”

You couldn’t have thought of anything more specific?

“It’s cool. Um, don’t worry about it,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes glued to the vibrating phone.

Mark’s one leg was already out the booth before he decided to finally just go for it. Sitting back down with his now quiet phone in his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Y/N, I think you’re really cool. Can I maybe, like, call you sometime, or something?”

Her lips formed into smile that extended to her eyes, and it was enough for Mark to melt a little. “Of course. Yeah, sure,” she replied in excitement and typed down her number on his phone. She handed it back, “Now you know how to reach me if you’re getting your ass whooped again.”

His mouth fell open as his shaky hands grabbed his phone. “Wait—”

She smoothly slid out of the booth, “See you later, Invincible,” she winked, “Don’t get killed today.”

---

Luckily for Mark, no one got killed today. Maybe a few wounds here and there, but nothing painful enough that will land him in the GDA hospital. After spending an hour in the shower, he finally managed to lie down on his bed and rest his body. He sank into the mattress and closed his eyes, taking in the seconds of undisturbed peace that have become rare moments since he got his powers.

As he replayed the events of today’s fights in his head, his mind drifted off to the hours he spent with Y/N. He pulled out his phone and mustered the courage to press the dial button, and the repeating sound of the ringing was making his pulse race.

“Hello?”

“Oh good, you didn’t die today.”

Mark chuckled and sandwiched his hand between his head and the pillow. “It wasn’t that bad today, just took a few hits,” he explained. “So listen, Y/N, I was wondering, uh—”

She cut him off, “What are you doing right now?”

“What?”

“What are you doing right now?” she repeated.

“Um, nothing, just getting some rest” he sat up and looked around. “Why?”

“If you’re not too tired, do you maybe...”

Mark smiled, “Maybe...?”

“I don’t know, sneak out? My roof is pretty comfortable.”

Silently fist pumping, he fully stood up and nodded, “Text me the address.”

Just as quietly as he exited his room via the window, he softly landed on Y/N’s roof. Swiftly flying up and greeting him, she took the place next to him and crossed her legs.

“You’re right, your roof is pretty comfortable,” Mark said.

She chuckled at his remark then noticed a gash by his right temple. Her brows furrowed in worry, “You have a wound,” she said, making sure not to touch it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, softly holding her hand and placing it back down with his. “Totally fine.”

Those words brought her some sense of comfort as her eyes softened, causing her to unconsciously squeeze his hand. Mark’s eyes widened and he looked down at their tangled fingers, frozen for a moment.

“Is this... okay with you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Wanna lie down? Since my roof is so comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” Mark chuckled, removing his hand from her’s and stretching his arm out as they lied down. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes up at the stars.

“Hey Mark?”

“Yeah?”

A moment of silence.

“Thank you for coming.”

He looked down at her as she met his eyes, “You’re welcome.”

The two shared a smile, and Mark took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It’s now or never, Mark. Now or never.

“Watching you kick ass yesterday was... really a sight to see,” he began. “You’re powerful and strong, but more importantly, brave. And you’re so fucking beautiful and kind and smart and...” Mark trailed off, sighing, “I never thought I would be in this position — with you next to me in a very comfortable rooftop under the stars.”

“Mark...”

“And I really like you. Like, really, really like you.”

“Mark.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know. It’s important that you know—”

“Mark,” she cut him off. “I like you too. A lot.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and covered his eyes with his free hand. “Oh thank god. Thank god!” he exclaimed.

Y/N shushed him, “You’re gonna wake up the neighborhood, Invincible.”

“Sorry,” he giggled quietly, “I got excited.”

She laughed and faced her body towards him. They locked eyes again, and Mark didn’t know if it was gravity or just the adrenaline that pushed him, but he finally leaned down and met her lips. Static ran through his body as he deepened the kiss, and he felt an excitement that was even more exhilarating than the first time he flew.

She pulled away and Mark ran his hand through her hair, resting his hand on her cheek. “How was that?” he asked.

She smiled gently and placed her hand over his, “Totally fine.”

#sorry this turned out way longer than expected #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #mark grayson #invincible fanfiction

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 4 years ago

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If Glee did a Taylor Swift Tribute Episode...

Just my opinions, feel free to add on to them. I know I have some fellow gleek swifties following me. I’d love to hear your thoughts. Obviously they have to do some of the hits but I think some people would have some out of the box picks.

*This post assumes all Taylor songs are available to choose from as of May 14th 2021 but focuses on Taylor’s first 6 albums (if you want more glee and Taylor I have fics with that; LOVER and FOLKLORE) and takes liberties with where this episode’s placement is in terms of canon. But since it’s all made up anyway who cares (but Blaine’s involved so I guess season 3 idk).*

Okay, trying to do a full plot here (completely inspired by @kurtdeservesbetter head canon posts. I hope this lives up to her fabulous posts). This will be my version of glee so everyone gets solos and Rachel can’t hog the spotlight. Also, this is about to be super long (both post wise and episode wise).

Let’s open the first episode with

...Ready For It because the New Directions are in their reputation era. Santana does the opening cough centerstage. Everyone in black and/or camo green outfits (can you just see Kurt in a dark green bedazzled snake jacket, Santana in a black leather dress, and Tina digging out some goth clothes for people to borrow?), snakes everywhere, but probably no Karyn (she just wouldn’t fit on the auditorium stage). Santana takes the first verse but we have Blaine step up for verse 2. (I just love their friendship in the Michael tribute, cute little badasses are BACK. Also him singing “Burton to this Taylor” is such a Klaine thing to do).

Everyone is still dressed in their rep outfits but we’re in the choir room now. Mr. Schue is talking about why Taylor had to disappear and clap back with rep, how rough the industry is for women and tries to uplift the ladies in the room and encourage them to not silence their voices (cue snarky comment from Santana about Rachel needing to be silent).

Then, Mr. Schue goes on about how you can only understand how Taylor got to her rep era by studying her earlier music. So we have a performance of Tim McGraw. Simple, front of the choir room performance, maybe Puck does guitar, and sitting on stools.

Everyone is surprised to find out how pumped Sam is for this assignment but he is all over it. “It's about time we did some country in this room.” Cue Sam and Quinn at her locker talking about their ‘date’ last night, Sam’s all cute and teasing and Quinn is not into it. She tells him it was fun but she was wrong, they shouldn’t do this again. In turn, he does a wonderful performance of Bye Bye Baby. He thought it was more but clearly he’s “a part of her past.”

Then, we’re in the empty choir room. Tina and Mike are there. (I love their cutesy duets) They sing Everything Has Changed and it’s utterly adorable. Can’t you hear Mike asking Tina if she’s “good to go” like Ed does? And while we’re on the subject of cute duets and RED, we flash to the courtyard to see Santana and Brittany. They turn Stay Stay Stay into a duet. “I’ve been loving you for quite some time,” “before you I only dated self-indulgent takers who took all their problems out on me,” “no one else is gonna love me when I’m mad, mad, mad,” and “it’s occurring to me that I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life” it’s perfect for them. Adorable ladies kisses are had.

Let’s toss in some boy drama for fun. Idk shit about football but somehow Puck is praised by their coach over Finn, which gets him all pissy, and Puck’s upset and jealous because Finn is back with Quinn now (this is why Quinn shut Sam now earlier, she changed her mind). Can we say duet of Bad Blood? “So if you’re coming my way...just don’t.”

After their dramatics, we have a Brittany solo in the choir room. It’s after school at this point (or whenever glee club is). Brittany does You’ll Always Find You Way Back Home.

When she finishes Mr. Schue tries to explain that it’s a Hannah Montana song. Britt injects that it’s confusing how she’s really Miley Cryus “like how can you be two people at once?”. Before Mr. Schue can continue, Kurt pipes up “you never specified that the songs had to be sung by Taylor Swift, just that they were her songs.” Mercedes adds, “yeah, Mr. Schue, Taylor wrote that song.” Mr. Schue concedes that he has once again been outwitted by Kurtcedes. The friends do their little hand shake thing.

With a sigh, Mr. Schue asks Mike if he’s ready to go and Mike asks to take things to the auditorium for some dancing room. Everyone’s on stage with him and it’s kind of a group number but Mike is the focus. It’s Shake It Off. All inspired by the music video. He’s tried to fit in elsewhere (i.e. football, with the smart kids, etc..) but he’s really himself in glee when he’s dancing.

Part 2 of Taylor Tribute Episodes

We begin with an ALL GIRL NUMBER of A Place In This World. Just because.

Glee is dismissed and we zoom in on Artie. He’s watching Tina with Mike and Brittany with Santana. Both Tina and Britt have broken his heart by this point. So, he’s rolling down the halls singing A Perfectly Good Heart. While Artie’s soloing, we cut to Rachel watching Finn and Quinn chatting. Artie’s song playing over this scene. Rachel is feeling similar to him at the moment.

She’s pretty sure Finn dumped her to be with Quinn again even though Kurt and Blaine told her they saw Quinn and Sam at the movies last night together making out in the back row. Fine, if that’s how he’s going to be, she doesn’t need him anyway. Cue Mr. Perfectly Fine. Uber dramatic solo performance walking around McKinley’s halls watching Finn and Quinn together ending in the auditorium alone. (see what I did there, both broken hearted peeps singing a song with Perfectly in it (this was not at all planned, actually, happy accident))

After some good old heartbreak, we have Kurt and Blaine on screen. Blaine walks into the auditorium to see Kurt sitting on the edge of the stage. “What’s all the fuss?” he asks from the door. Kurt had texted him “EMERGENCY.” The band starts to play and Kurt just starts singing, Enchanted. It’s time to profess their love for each other, just like they sing Perfect together in the car, this duet needs no audience. Blaine catches up and sings while walking towards his boyfriend. It’s very reminiscent of past New Directions competitions where they come in from the back and make their way to the stage. “Wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you?” Kurt and Blaine both know the answer to that question now but just a few months ago they were both wondering that exact thing.

They kiss before we cut to Kurt and Blaine walking hand in hand into the choir room where everyone else is already. Mr. Schue is praising the performances thus far and of course asks Rachel if she’s ready to solo (some practice for her completion solo). This causes an uproar from Mercedes and Santana. Another classic argument of how she gets too many solos. Mr. Schue tries to shut them both down but Santana tells Rachel to watch her back, and we get three very different reactions to this.

All three girls storm out.

First, we visit Mercedes alone in the courtyard. This solo is all about being hurt over this great thing in her life (glee) and her being denied happiness within that club. Thus, Cold As You. (mostly to indulge myself because she’d blow us away with this song).

Next, Rachel in the auditorium. A huge bridge on stage (very Speak Now Tour of her), belting out Better Than Revenge. Santana’s dropped the last straw (the humiliation, name calling, Finn at one point and now solos,) it’s too much this time.

And finally, Santana walking around McKinley, showing us flashes of Rachel ‘outshining’ her and the rest of glee and Mr. Schue being unfair, while singing Look What You Made Me Do.

Tina walks out at the same time as Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana but no one seems to put two and two together. She feels just as underutilized as the latter two do. She ends up in an empty classroom and sings The Outside. “Nobody ever lets me in” and “on the outside looking in.”

Once the 3, err 4, divas have left the room, Finn sticks up for Rachel. Quinn, of course, has something to say about this along the lines of “you always defend her.” Finn, intimated by her ‘scary Quinn’ fumbles and blurts “because she’s my girlfriend” WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT THIS POINT. Quinn dumps him on the spot, cuts quickly to Blaine and Kurt sharing some ‘oh my god, can you believe this’ expressions, and vanishes from the room.

By this point, Rachel is long gone from the auditorium but the bridge is still there.

Here’s where we go way off script but imagine, Quinn has decided to just quit boys. They’ve all failed her anyway, she’s better off being alone. She walks up the bridge and thinks to herself “god Rachel’s so dramatic, where did this thing even come from” before it hits her “fuck, I’m as bad as Finn. I want her.” Then, she starts singing Clean to herself in the auditorium, likely tearing up throughout and ending with a good cry. (Because Dianna would DELIVER with Clean.)

While Quinn is having a sexuality crisis, the rest of glee is still happening. They’re discussing upcoming competition and debating solos and songs.

Kurt’s all: “Mr. Schue, if I may” and performs a lovely rendition of Call It What You Want. Those opening lines are too good. “My castle (ie McKinley) crumbled overnight, brought a knife to a gun fight (ie couldn’t fight off Dave Karofsky), “I’m doing better than I ever was ‘cause my baby’s fit like a daydream,” and “at least I did one thing right.” When he’s done, Blaine’s a mess in the back of the choir room, and Mr. Schue says: “not really what we’re looking for but very nice, Kurt” however, Kurt’s too busy sitting beside Blaine teasing him about blushing.

Then, the missing girls return to the room having sung out their emotions. Quinn, having realized her feelings for Rachel, ends up soloing You Belong With Me to the New Directions in the choir room. Odd looks all around, no one knows what’s up with her and why does she keep glancing at Rachel? (Faberry just fit so well I had to add it, don’t know if I’m a shipper or not but it’s here now) (also thanks to @spicygemini for pointing out the obvious “Quinn would have ate YBWY”).

Mr. Schue wants to move the group to the audition to perform their final number of the Taylor Swift tribute well but Tina asks to sing first. He’s surprised but allows it, taking a seat with the rest of the New Directions.

Tina sings Beautiful Ghosts. “Watch from the dark, wait for my life to start” because New Directions is refusing to use her talents AGAIN. She’s singing this to Rachel and the girls who were in the Treble Tones. Because she absolutely SMASHES this number, the glee kids agree she gets solo for their next competition (and they deliver on that promise).

To conclude Part 2 of the Taylor tribute episode, we have a group performance of Long Live. “One day we will be remembered”, “all the years we stood there on the sidelines wishing for right now”, “for a moment a band of thrives in ripped up jeans got to rule the world” ie wining completions, “when they look at the pictures please tell them my name...”

#this took so long please enjoy it #Taylor tribute glee episode #glee head canon #gleek swifie #glee #taylor swift

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sukifans · 4 years ago

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IT’S ALL LATIN TO ME

ZUKO X READER COLLEGE!SMAU

⏎ MASTERLIST // part III « IV. seduction siri » part V

SUMMARY: you’re a premed student at BSSU and you thought it’d be a good idea to take a latin class, but you’re in way over your head here. good thing your buddy sokka knows a classics major in your section you can study with.

WARNINGS: language, alcohol/partying

Zuko felt... oddly nervous as he pulled up to her apartment building. He sent the text to let her know he’d arrived and anxiously scrolled through his Spotify, flicking quickly through his various playlists. He knew he was far too concerned about what music to play while she was in the car with him but he wanted to get “the vibe” right, as Sokka would say. That, and it gave him something to focus on that wasn’t panicking over conversation starters in case of an awkward lull. When he saw her coming he leapt out of the driver’s seat.

��Hey, Zuko!” (Y/N) smiled when she saw him and then furrowed her brow when he hurried over to the passenger side. Her face heated when he opened her door. “Oh, my gods. You don’t have to do that,” she said as she slid into her seat.

“It’s polite,” he said simply before shutting the door and walking back to his side. In reality he was already freaking out — had he fucked it up by being weird literally seconds into this?

“Making me feel like a princess or something over here,” she laughed, face still red. He looked over at her and she closed her mouth quickly, remembering he was actually a prince. Like, for real. “Sorry.”

She shook her head with a small smile. “Is this a date, then?” she teased and the tips of his ears went red.

“No,” he said quickly. “No, it just... sounds like you’re dating the wrong kinds of guys.”

“Tell me about it.” She rolled her eyes and slumped down into the seat. “My type seems to be chauvinist douchebag.”

“That’s unfortunate.” He never thought he’d ever wish to be a chauvinist douchebag. Maybe her type also included awkward but well-intended ex-royalty and she just didn’t feel the need to mention it.

“Very,” she said darkly before perking up. “So are you excited for the party?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Me too. I’m really glad you decided to come.”

“Didn’t really have much of a choice since I live with Sokka,” he joked lightly. She shrugged.

“Still, I’ll be happy to see you loosen up a bit. I know I haven’t known you for very long but you always seem so tense.”

“It’ll definitely be interesting,” he deflected deftly. “I have to say, though, that I’m looking forward to seeing for myself what Suki meant when she said you’re an affectionate drunk.” He shot her an amused smirk that made her stomach feel fluttery.

“Spirits, my friends are such gossips! Yes, I get a little more touchy and I like to dance with people and tell everyone how much I love them. But one time I hit the merlot a little too hard and started feeling sexy — as one does after drinking too much wine — and tried to make out with everyone. It only happens when I drink wine, though!”

He laughed at her animated retelling, her wild gesticulations visible out of the corner of his eye. He grinned over at her after he’d pulled into the store parking lot and turned the car off. “I guess I’ll have to be sure to grab a bottle or three, then.”

She laughed, looking away to hide her flushed face. “That’s on you, then. I’ll be your responsibility for the night.”

“It’d be my honor and immense pleasure.” He waggled his eyebrows and she groaned, covering her face with her hands. He was pretty proud of himself for his flirting thus far. He’d discovered he really liked making her blush, watching the pink tinge spread from her cheeks across the bridge of her nose and creep up her temples. He made her go red again when he made purposeful eye contact with her and slipped two bottles of red wine into the cart as they stocked up on liquor.

When they got back to his and Sokka’s apartment, (Y/N) started giggling at the amount of decorations Sokka had put up — the crepe paper and streamers being the least of it. He had even done a few very interpretative portraits of Suki and hung them. She looked up at the ceiling and laughed, elbowing Zuko and nodding up at the balloons.

“I thought they said Suki was blowing the balloons up?” she said. He looked up and frowned.

“Sokka, do you have helium somewhere?” he shouted into the apartment as he unloaded the alcohol. Sokka and Suki popped out of a room.

“Not anymore,” Sokka answered. “Used it all up. Suki had to do the rest.” He pointed at a few balloons scattered on the floor.

“Where the hell did you get it?”

“Found it.”

“Wh-“ she murmured, looking over to Zuko. He just shook his head. Probably better to not ask questions.

“Katara’s on the way with Aang and Toph,” Suki said as she started pulling cups from the cabinet.

“And pizza!” Sokka added. “Don’t worry, she got Hawaiian for you two.” He shuddered, glaring at (Y/N) and Zuko.

“You like Hawaiian too?” She grinned at him and held out her fist. “That’s what’s up.”

He hesitantly tapped his knuckles against hers. The first time Sokka had tried to fist-bump him he’d just grabbed his hand and shook it. Sokka liked to torment him about it often. “It’s about the sweet and salty.”

“It’s fucked up is what it is,” said Sokka. “Fruit doesn’t belong on pizza. And don’t say tomato is a fruit.”

“But it is,” (Y/N) said.

“That’s a moot point.” She and Zuko exchanged looks and he rolled his eyes, making her giggle.

Soon after the other three arrived, with the food of course. Sokka continued to spout slander about Hawaiian pizza until Zuko put him in a headlock while (Y/N) shoved a piece of pineapple into his mouth. He piped down after that while everyone else laughed. Once they’d eaten, they finished the beers they’d been sipping on started to break into the “good shit,” as Toph so eloquently said. She made everyone drinks, pouring with a very heavy hand. It didn’t take long before they all started getting a little tipsy and Sokka started setting up beer pong on the kitchen island, pouring shots in the Solo cups.

“Okay, so,” Sokka started, “Me and Zuko, (Y/N) and Suki, and Toph and Aang. Katara, you ref as usual. The winner of the first round plays us.”

Suki and Katara shared a look. “Don’t you want to be on my team, and (Y/N) can be with Zuko?” Suki asked.

“Sorry, babe, but Zuko’s the best shot pong player here and I’m not losing.” He linked his arm with Zuko’s.

“Don’t worry, Suki; Sokka doesn’t know that I’m actually the best ‘shot pong’ player here because he’s never played against me,” (Y/N) said, resting her hand on Suki’s arm reassuringly. Suki’s concern was more about forcing Zuko and (Y/N) together, but she nodded anyways.

“Yeah?” Zuko smirked. “Is that a challenge?”

“I think it is, Sparky,” Toph said, egging them on. They would just have to push them together from a different angle and obviously Sokka would be no help.

“You’re going down, hotman.” (Y/N) set her drink down, eager at the prospect of some friendly competition.

“Maybe later, princess. I have a tournament to win first,” he said smugly, grinning at the way she went bright red. Her stomach flipped at his words and she couldn’t even think of a witty response. She downed her drink instead, shuddering when the alcohol burned her throat.

“It’s on,” she growled. Zuko had to shake himself to tear his eyes away from the intense look she was giving him – it made him a little scared, but also a little turned on.

It all started off well and good. She and Suki pretty easily beat Toph and Aang. Though Toph was blind, she was definitely the better player of the two. When it came time to play the boys, Zuko watched, mesmerized, as (Y/N) rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, shooting him a cocky smile.

“Ready to lose?” Sokka taunted, now starting to sway a little bit from the amount he’d indulged while the other game was happening.

“I don’t think that’ll be a concern, babe,” Suki said, looking on with amusement and, strangely, adoration when Sokka belched loudly and started laughing. Zuko chuckled at the look (Y/N) shot him from the other side of the island.

It was a tough game, they would both have to admit. Neither (Y/N) nor Zuko missed a cup at the start, but the alcohol began affecting the game soon after the start. Toph, Aang, and even the “impartial judge” Katara cheered when (Y/N) or Suki were able to sink a ball into a cup and groaned animatedly when Zuko or Sokka did. Eventually, both teams were down to one cup.

“Watch this,” Zuko elbowed Sokka roughly, knocking the other boy onto the floor. Undeterred, Zuko turned around and tossed the ball over his shoulder without looking. It missed tremendously, bouncing off Toph’s forehead. “Sorry, Beifong,” he laughed as she scowled in his direction. With a wink, (Y/N) easily tossed the ball into the boys’ last cup. Everyone cheered as Zuko drank, including Sokka from the floor. Suki hugged (Y/N) tightly, spinning her around as they celebrated their victory.

“Did we win?” Sokka asked, sitting up with great difficulty.

“Not this time, buddy,” said Zuko as he helped his friend stand again.

“You serious?” Sokka gasped and pushed him, causing both of them to stumble. “What the hell?! (Y/N), you’re officially my new shot pong partner from here on out!”

“Maybe. On the other hand, though, if Zuko and I teamed up we’d be unstoppable.”

“I like the sound of that,” Zuko mused and Sokka started babbling about betrayal and the “coup d’état” they were staging against him. Aang, bored of Sokka’s drunken whining, cranked up the music. (Y/N) grabbed Zuko and pulled him into a dance while Suki went to go comfort a pouting Sokka on the couch. She laughed at how stiffly he moved even when drunk, like dancing was a completely foreign concept to him. He just kind of shifted his weight from foot to foot, hardly even in time with the beat of the music. Zuko filled his cup again and hoped it would help unlock some secret rhythm or skills.

“I’m so sorry, Zu!” she giggled as she wobbled, grabbing onto his bicep for support. She’d bumped into the glass he was holding and spilled it everywhere, including across both of their shirts. Sokka looked over and cackled.

“(Y/N) made Zuko wet!” he crowed, making everyone else giggle at the pair.

“Shut up, Sokka!” Zuko laughed, chucking a kitchen towel he’d been using to mop up the mess on the floor. It hit the other boy square in the face, making a wet slapping sound against his skin. The group was nearly in tears at Sokka’s shriek of disgust. (Y/N) leaned heavily against Zuko to keep from toppling over.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” she asked of Sokka once she caught her breath.

“No,” he pouted. “Get one of Sifu Hotman’s shirts. We’re not friends anymore.”

“You are such a drama queen!” She rolled her eyes, still grinning. “You got a shirt I can borrow, Zu?”

“Yeah, sure.” He felt anxiety pulling in his gut as he led her to his bedroom. She followed closely behind, also feeling rather nervous but clutching his arm still as she wobbled. He tossed her an old t-shirt and, to his immense surprise and embarrassment, she’d already stripped off her soiled top when he turned to her. She giggled when his face went red and he quickly turned back around. Mumbling an apology, he started to pull off his own shirt.

(Y/N) stared as the fabric lifted, revealing a massive tattoo across the expanse of his muscular back. It was a beautifully intricate dragon done in red and black ink and its angry eyes seemed to follow her as she swayed on her feet.

“Whoah,” she gasped and stepped forwards.

He was about to ask what was wrong when he felt her fingertips ghost across his skin, making him shiver involuntarily. “I didn’t know you had such a dope tattoo.”

“I didn’t know it mattered,” he said, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her tracing the lines. It was hard to tell whether it was the alcohol or her gentle touch that was making his head fuzzy and his skin feel hot.

“Of course it matters!” His breath caught in his throat when she slid her hands around to his front and hugged herself to him, resting her cheek against his back. “Tattoos are sexy and cool, and you’re already sexy and cool, so now you’re, like, extra sexy and cool.”

“You- you think that I’m sexy and cool?”

“And warm,” she sighed happily. He turned and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he cautiously settled his hands on her hips. He pressed his forehead against hers in an attempt to bring her face into focus.

“Well... I think you’re sexy and cool.” He hiccuped. “And warm,” he added after a moment of thought. She giggled at the way his alcohol-scented breath tickled her face.

“Hey, c’mere,” she whispered, squishing his face between her palms.

“I’m already here,” he murmured back, pulling her in by her hips anyways so their bodies touched.

“I have to tell you a secret.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly. “I wanna... smooch your face.”

Zuko wrinkled his nose adorably. “‘Smooch?’ You spend too much time with Sokka.”

“Why, you jealous?”

Yes. “Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Make me.”

That means she wants me to kiss her, right? She just said she wants to kiss me and “make me” always means “kiss me” in the romcoms and romance books. But maybe not. “How?”

(Y/N) laughed. “You’re cute when you’re dumb.”

“Hey!”

“What? You are.”

“I’m not dumb!”

“You’re a little dumb. What else do you need, a written invitation? An e-vite maybe? Do you want to RSVP? I’ll need to know if you’re bringing a-“ He cut off her teasing by pressing his lips to hers, squeezing her hips. She responded immediately and enthusiastically, leaning into his chest and threading her fingers through his hair. She hummed contentedly into his mouth when he slipped his hands down to grab her ass. When she pulled back he chased after her lips needily and she chuckled, patting his chest. “We’re taking a long time, they’re gonna get suspicious.”

“So what?” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her jaw instead and trailing more down her neck when she tilted her head to give him easier access. He was feeling awfully emboldened by the kiss and the considerable amount of liquid courage he’d indulged in. “Sokka introduced us with exactly this goal in mind.”

“I don’t know about exactly this goal, but that’s ‘so what.’ I couldn’t stand to see him so pleased with himself.”

He considered this and pulled himself with great effort away from his ministrations at her neck. “You’re right. He’d be unbearable.”

She looked up at him with bright eyes and swollen red lips and he wanted desperately to kiss her again. With a grin, she pulled his t-shirt over her head. He’d completely forgotten how they’d even ended up in his bedroom in the first place. “Put your shirt on and let’s go, hotman. I’m gonna kick your ass at blackjack.” She started to pull him by his hand towards the door but he yanked her back, catching her in his arms she stumbled.

“Don’t think we won’t pick this back up later, princess.” His tone made her gulp, eyes wide. He gave her a wicked grin and led her back out to everyone else as he shrugged on a new shirt.

“Finally! What took so long?” Aang said, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Don’t ask that. I don’t want to hear them talk about making out,” Toph huffed. Both Zuko and (Y/N) blushed in response, looking at the floor. Sokka started cheering and shouting and Katara punched him in the arm to get him to shut up. (Y/N) and Zuko squished in together in the empty spot on the couch as Suki started dealing playing cards. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pretended not to know how to play the game so she could tease him and show him how. They were so engrossed in each other that they missed the satisfied smirks all their friends were shooting each other.

A/N: whenever i add a read more cut on my laptop tumblr freaks out and deletes half the fic so. sorry lmao. anyways this makes me miss drinking with my friends. woulda hugged the homies a little tighter if i knew it was gonna be like this 🥺😪

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The Marriage Project (12)

Hi all!!! This is the long awaited 12th chapter! It took months of rewrites of not only this chapter, but future ones as well to ensure this was written to the best of my ability.

This chapter marks the heaviest moment in this story, so please, please be mindful of the content warnings for this chapter. I marked the section that includes this moment.

I also chose not to add tags so that this is not everyone's first impression of this series!

Masterlist

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: s*xual ass*ult, language, alcohol consumption, blood/injury mention

% end of the first week of November- cont. %

Throughout the game, you and the other homecoming court members (aside from any football players or cheerleaders) had been sitting on the sidelines right in front of the student section, so you were somewhat able to talk to your friends.

The team was playing good in the first half. It was probably Tom’s best game that you’d ever seen. At halftime, they did the “official” crowning of court members and recognized football and cheer seniors.

The seniors were presented first, having their parents with them as they walked across the field. They started with the cheer team so Daisy could change back into her white dress.

Then came the court recognitions, you and Tom stepping onto the field after everyone else as the crowd cheered and clapped.

Tom’s arm linked around yours as he helped you stay steady walking across the grass, since your heels weren't quite meant for the soft ground. Someone handed you a large bundle of roses and you smiled widely.

The bright lights, the cheers, the smile Tom gave you.

It was a moment burned into your memory forever.

Then it was over, and the team went back to their game, winning 42-27, their best win by far all season.

You were saying your final thank you’s to people’s congratulatory comments as you began heading out to the parking lot. Alexis caught up with you amidst the chaos.

“You still on for Tyler’s? I’ll drive,” she offered.

“Yeah. Let’s go home so I can change and then we’ll head out, okay?” you said, finally getting to your car.

She followed you to your house, where you changed into a tight long-sleeved bodysuit, skinny jeans, and some heeled booties. You also packed some other things into a bag to sleep at Alexis’s house later.

You told your parents you were staying the night at her house. They definitely knew better by the way you’d left on your makeup and put on real clothes, but didn’t question you, instead tossing out a “stay safe” and “don’t do anything stupid” as you headed out the door.

Things were pretty much in full swing by the time you and Alexis pulled into the yard outside Tyler’s house and found your friends inside, red solo cups in hand. The speakers were blaring something with a strong beat and most people were dancing.

You had a white claw to loosen up. After having refrained from partying throughout volleyball season, Alexis would be designated driver for the night to let you have your fun. You saw plenty of football players hanging around but didn’t find Tom anywhere.

Weird.

*CW below*

After a little bit, you ran off to use the bathroom just down a hall. You went alone since it would only be a couple minutes, you knew everyone there, and weren’t drunk.

When you stepped back into the hall, you almost ran into a large figure. It was Harrison.

“Oh, hi there, little lady,” he sneered.

“Fuck off, Harrison.” you commanded, brushing past him. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you back.

“I don’t think you want to be saying that to me,” he pinned you against the wall. His breath reeked of alcohol. You looked around, but it was dark and no one was close enough to see your predicament.

“What the hell do you want? I’m just here to have fun.”

“And what do you think I’m doing huh? Don’t think I forgot about that little stunt you pulled going to Johnson. It’s your fault I missed two games.”

“Don’t think so buddy. Maybe if you respected women you wouldn’t have been in trouble in the first place. Now get off me,” you commanded, trying to push forward.

Big mistake.

He drove a knee between your legs and placed a hand over your chest, gripping your breast so tightly it hurt. For the first time, you were actually scared, but still stared directly into his eyes.

“Nah. I just think you’re too much of a pussy to take me. Now you’re gonna stay quiet or something much worse is gonna come to you,” he threatened, then placed his lips on your neck.

You squeezed your eyes shut to focus your thoughts. It was like you were frozen in shock and pain.

His other hand started sliding up the inside of your thigh when you panicked, kneeing him in the groin and shoving him from you before sending a fist into his jaw.

You were thankful he was drunk, as it made him disoriented and off balance.

Harrison reeled back, looking at you in confusion as he bent over, holding his mouth in pain. There was blood around his gums. He looked at you angrily before another voice called out.

“What the hell is going on here? I thought I told you to stay away from her,” Tom seethed. There was a fire in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

“You think I really care what you have to say? I was just trying to teach y/n a little lesson about consequences,” Harrison replied, slurring his words, before spitting blood onto the hardwood floor and pointing a finger right in your face. “You really think a couple hits are going to stop m-”

Tom was about to step forward to do something when rage overtook you and you threw another punch to his nose, causing him to fall backwards unconscious.

Tom looked down in shock at the limp body beneath you, then back up to you. Once your eyes met, his features softened.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked, stepping over Harrison and guiding you away from him. As you finally began processing what had happened, tears slipped down your cheeks.

“I… he- he…” you couldn’t get the words out and your breath quickened.

“Hey, hey. I know. You don’t have to say anything. It wasn't your fault. Can I hug you?”

*end CW*

You sniffled and nodded, not meeting his eyes. He engulfed you in his arms, rubbing your back as you buried your face in his neck. Your chest throbbed from Harrison’s grip and knuckles ached from where they’d met his face twice.

After a few minutes, you straightened up and wiped your face, trying to be tough. Harrison was still out cold on the floor.

“Do you want me to go get your friends?” he asked, to which you nodded. He ran off and only a minute later came Alexis and Caroline.

They fawned over you, making sure you were okay. Tom put a hand on either of your arms and looked you directly in the eyes.

“I’m going to make sure he and his awful friends leave, okay? You haven’t done anything wrong.”

The girls led you back into the bathroom while Tom began dragging Harrison off. They helped you clean the mascara stains on your cheeks and make sure you were okay. After about 10 minutes, you finally felt confident enough to go back out.

When you got back to the main room, word had it that Tom, Jake, Chris, and some of the other guys were making sure Harrison’s crew would leave and not come back.

Knowing that you were safe from him finally, you decided to drink in the hopes of forgetting what happened for a little bit and have some fun. You started off with a shot of strawberry lemonade vodka, which led to shotgunning a beer and tossing back another shot (or two) of bacardi.

Not a half hour later and you were plastered. You went crazy on the dance floor, jumping around like a fool as different people came up to dance with you.

You were barely aware of what you were doing and extremely clumsy. The room was turning as you clambered up onto a table. You were spinning in circles until your shoe’s heel missed the edge and you started to topple over.

You couldn’t even react, but after a second realized you hadn’t hit the ground, and were instead in Tom’s arms.

“Alright I think it’s time for you to take a breather,” he said. It was hard to understand him as his voice sounded distant. He carried you out of the warm room and outside, where the cold air hit you like a truck. He set you down on the edge of Tyler’s porch.

“Y/n are you okay? After everything that happened I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

What he said wasn’t funny, but you found yourself cackling anyways.

“Better than everrr! Did you see my twerking?”

“Yes, yes I did. Are you feeling okay? Your face is super red. You aren’t nauseous?”

You shook your head with a big grin.

“I’m fiiiineee, pretty boy. Just because you’re my husssband doesn’t mean you have to follow me everywhere! I’m alllll gooood.” You slumped onto his shoulder, still giggling.

“Alright, princess. Let’s just chill here for now alright? I’ll text Alexis in a little bit.”

You sat in silence twisting your star ring as you began to cool down and your hearing was returning to normal. Tom was rubbing his thumb over your shoulder and had you drinking your second cup of water, but the effects of the alcohol were still present.

“Tom?” you whispered. He hummed. “You’re a really good husband.”

He chuckled.

“You think so?” he paused. “I think you’re a pretty good wife, too. No matter how much trouble you manage to get us both in.”

After a little longer, you felt yourself getting sleepy as the night took its toll on you. Alexis came outside and rushed over.

“Hey! I was looking everywhere. Sorry I didn’t see your text. Let’s go, y/n. You’ve had a looong night.”

Tom picked you up from the porch and led you to the car, half carrying you. He helped you into the car and buckled you up, then stood leaning in the doorway.

“Thanks for your help, Tom. Glad you were there for us,” Alexis said with a small grin as she buckled in.

“Of course. I’d do anything for her,” he replied, giving you a wink before shutting the door and waving. Alexis had barely pulled out of the driveway when she looked at you.

“Okay spill. What’s been going on with you and Tom?” she asked in a serious tone. She was clearly using the alcohol against you, and even though you were much more aware than before, you still started talking.

“I think I really like him.”

“Like we didn’t all already know that. I meant what have you been hiding from me the past three months? I know there’s more to the story.”

You sighed.

“It started last month, when Tom beat up… you know… the first time. We held hands on his bedroom floor that weekend until his mom accidentally walked in. And then we took those pictures and kept saying all these flirty things. I accidentally caught him naked, don’t ask.”

“Oh I’m definitely asking about that later. But continue.”

“Well then I stayed for dinner that Thursday and Sam caught us in the kitchen goofing around. Oh, and then last weekend we kissed, and-”

“YOU WHAT NOW?” she yelled, causing you to wince at the sound before you started rambling.

“We didn’t really kiss per se… It’s because we were fake dating for that couple. It just kinda happened! And now we’re going to homecoming together but it was supposed to be a secret so… don’t tell anyone before dinner tomorrow. Or tonight I guess since it’s Saturday morning.”

“I knew it. Dammit I knew it! Why didn’t you just tell me!”

“You’d make fun of me! Do you think I want to like him? We’ve been at each other’s throats all this time and now I’m just supposed to forget all that because of a little crush? You don’t get it, Lex. It’s not like he’d ever feel the same way.”

You looked out the car window, trying to settle your breathing after getting worked up. Your head hurt and you were still thirsty. Alexis pulled into her driveway and cut the engine.

“I know I would clown you about it, and I probably still will, but we’re friends for a reason. And you’re joking, right? Everyone knows Tom is head over heels in love with you.”

“What? No way.”

“Yes way! Have you not seen the way he looks at you, and follows you like a puppy dog, and gets so protective over you? I mean come on, y/n. He literally said he’d do anything for you and winked before we left. You must be blind to not see that.”

You sat and tried to think about it for a minute, wondering if she was right about him.

“Let’s go in, y/n. It’s getting cold and you need to sleep it off. You’re not going to have a fun morning, that’s for sure.”

You followed her into the house, trying not to stumble. Your balance definitely wasn’t all there. Her garage door led straight to the kitchen where you chugged a glass of water and took some antacids, grabbing more water to take to her room.

You went into the bathroom to shower off the makeup and sweat and hairspray. When you got out and looked in the mirror, you saw the way your chest was reddened from what Harrison did to you. It took everything to hold back more tears.

The moment your eyes opened, everything hurt.

Your head, stomach, feet, chest. Your head was flooded with memories from the previous night. You rolled away from the window to find Alexis sitting on the floor next to a plate and glass of water.

“Well, well, well. Sleeping beauty awakes. I brought you my hangover cure.”

You looked down to see that on the plate sat two advils, an alka seltzer, and some cinnamon pop tarts. It was almost 11 am.

“Thanks, Lex. For everything. You’re the best,” you said, taking a bite off one pastry.

“Don’t be thanking me. Tom’s the real hero. He got a bunch of people together this morning to report Harrison for what he did to you and he’s suspended again, can’t go to the dance. I guess Johnson is gonna deal with it more next week and he might be expelled. Do you have any proof other than Tom?” she said gently.

“Let’s see,” you said, tugging off your shirt, revealing a sports bra. She gasped when she saw the purple bruising around one breast and the hickey marks that had been left on your neck.

“Oh my God, y/n. That’s awful.”

“I know. It didn’t look like this last night. We need to get some pictures.”

After taking some pictures for proof and finishing off your “breakfast,” you and Alexis began preparing yourselves for the dance. You were going to do makeup and hair at her house before going home to change, and then to Tom’s.

If he even still wanted to go with you. You decided to call him while Alexis curled your hair.

“Hey, y/n. Are you okay?” he asked, voice deep and raspy. He must have gone to bed again after organizing the reports against Harrison.

“Yeah, I’m way better. Thanks for everything last night. For saving my ass. I heard what you did this morning, too. You’re the best.”

“It’s the right thing to do, y/n. I’m glad I was there. And you’re sure you’re okay? We can skip the dance tonight if you aren’t up for it. You know my mom would love to have you come hang out any time.”

“Hey, now. I’m not about to leave the dance without a king and queen. I mostly wanted to check if you were still okay with going together after everything.”

“Of course! I want to go with you, y/n. Nothing’s changed that.”

You smiled.

“Okay, well, I’ll pick you up at 5 for dinner. Bye, Tom.”

“See ya, princess.”

You ended the call and sat quietly looking down. You almost forgot Alexis was there until she said,

“So you’re driving him, huh? I alway knew you wore the pants. Now tell me about that whole ‘seeing him naked’ thing...”

A/N: so... there's that chapter. I hope you all understand that this moment is not at all meant to romanticize or glorify the terrible experiences so many people endure, but instead highlight one way this issue is dealt with.

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction || They Regret A Break up

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Seokjin:

Jin stared down at the photo in his hand, it was of you and him in Paris when he took you on tour with him, back before you broke up...long before you broke up. He ran his thumb over your face in the picture and elt a few of the tears go that were threatening to come out, he'd been putting off coming to the old shared apartment to empty it for so long, he didn't want to go back there without you with him it didn't feel right to be in the shared apartment you'd owned together, packing up his stuff and leaving, but he could tell you'd already been to the apartment. All of your shoes were gone from the porchway, all of your books and collectables were gone from the living room but you'd left all the photos of you together he sighed putting the picture into his box and then going up to the bedroom, stopping when he heard your light snores coming from inside of the door, he debated going downstairs and leaving but something inside of him was telling him to walk inside to see you, even if it was just one last time. He quietly pushed the door open and saw you asleep on the bed, you were clutching his RJ's teddy, and you were covered up by a thick blanket, he smiled walking closer to the bed you looked so peaceful and happy, you had a small smile on your face as you clutched RJ closer to your body you looked better than the last time he saw you. The last time he saw you, you were crying heavily and screaming at one another, neither of you meaning the words flying from your mouth but both of you heated. Namjoon told Jin it was because you'd never fought in the two years you'd been together, only occasionally having small bickers but never a real fight and that the big one had been a long time coming. He placed his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb along your cheek, smiling to himself as you shivered in your sleep from his cold hands, whining from the sudden coldness on your cheek, as soon as you began to stir he walked out of the room going down the staircase and trying to act as though he wasn't just in the room with you.

"Jin?" You asked groggily from the top of stairs he looked up at you and tried to stop himself from smiling, you were in nothing but an oversized shirt, shorts and you were still clutching RJ tightly in your arms as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes like a toddler who'd just been woken up from their afternoon nap,

"Are you wearing my shirt?" Is what came out of his mouth instead of, 'You look cute' which is what he wanted to say but stopped himself because it came to him that he wasn't your boyfriend anymore and you weren't his girlfriend anymore. You glanced down at yourself, you'd forgotten you put it on in the first place, you looked down at the floor nervously not wanting to meet his eyes, you had no idea if he still hated you for the fight,

"Yeah, I guess it is." You answered not knowing what to do with yourself now he was standing there in front of you, you'd been waiting for this day for a while, you'd been wanting to see him since the moment he walked out of the door but you couldn't tell him that, he was the one that ended things and left maybe he didn't want you back like you wanted him back.

"You're still staying here? I thought you went to live with your friend." Which was true, you'd gone to live with her after the relationship ended and when you came to pack your stuff up you couldn't leave, you'd been staying there since.

"I came to get my stuff last week...I couldn't bring myself to leave again." You admitted sitting down on the top step and looking at Jin who walked up to join you on the step, sitting next to you and debating if he should take hold of your hand like he used to.

"Can you even remember what we were fighting about?" You questioned not looking Jin in the face, you didn't want to stare at him in case he did remember, you couldn't remember why it started, all you remember is the screaming and then him ending it.

"I--No, actually, No, I can't." He admitted turning to look at you but you were frowning at the floor, he took in your features wanting to stop you from frowning by holding you in his arms,

"I can't either." You admitted glancing up for a second to see him staring at you already,

"Then why don't we-" He stopped himself as he took hold of your hand and interlocked your fingers with his and took a deep breath,

"Why don't we forget this ever happened, a lovers spat." You slowly turned to face him thinking about it, you had missed him more than words would ever be able to describe and you did love him a lot,

"I'd love that Jin." You whispered to him looking at RJ who was sitting next to you on the step, you picked him up and placed him on your lap,

"But can we go to sleep, me and RJ missed you." You mumbled standing up and lifting his arm up so he would follow you into the bedroom. You both fell asleep tucked up in each other's arms, the best night sleep either of you had had in the time you'd been apart.

Yoongi:

After your relationship ended with Yoongi for seemingly no reason, it just ended, you spent the first four months trying to put yourself back together, slowly picking up the pieces of your heart and building yourself back together, it was hard at first...Not having there every day when you woke up, or not waiting for when he came home from the studio but you slowly got used to it, you'd convinced yourself for the first week or two that he was just away on tour and he'd be home soon but once that trick stopped working on your mind and your friends got sick of you dragging yourself around like you'd lost a limb, they decided to make you feel better. They began giving you a 'glow up', which meant they were taking you out every other weekend to find someone else or taking you to spa's to make your feel better, none of it was working and you told them that clubs weren't your thing and that when you were ready to meet someone you would, but that time wasn't now and you didn't want it to be either, you wanted to take your time to get over Yoongi, from that moment you spent your time getting a new job and quitting your old one that was on the same route Yoongi took to the studio, it was how you met. You worked in the small coffee down the road from the studio and he went every morning for the same order so you started drawing hearts on his cup, or little messages to get his attention and in the end, he asked you for your number, a cute love story but now it was a nightmare going to work, praying every day he wouldn't walk in, or one of the others guys would walk in so you quit and moved further into the city so he couldn't just walk in.

"I'm not going on a blind date." You said as you served your friends in the cafe you were now working in, your shift was almost over and they were insisting you go out on a blind date after you finished but you weren't ready for that. You didn't want to do that anyway, blind dates were terrible and always ended badly no matter what.

"Just give him a try, he's funny...We met him outside your old work." You rolled your eyes at them, taking their order to the back and putting it down, ordering yourself something and going to sit back down with them.

"Do you even know his name?" You questioned sitting down at the table, they stared at one another and then at you.

"Well, we didn't get that far..." You blinked at them, they couldn't be serious, could they?

"What did you say to him?" They both stared at one another.

"We showed him your picture, asked if he'd go on a date with you and he said yes. He has your phone number and said he'll text you." You wanted to slap them for being so stupid.

"You gave my number to a stranger? Someone neither of you knows and I don't know?" They nodded not seeing the problem with what they'd done but you did, you saw a huge problem with it, it was a huge invasion of privacy and what if he was some weird internet hacker who would hack into everything with just a cellphone number and your name and picture.

"You're idiots." You grumbled laying your head on the table, your friend started tapping your shoulder you lifted your head from the table and she pointed your head in the direction of the door, standing there was someone who used to work with Yoongi a lot, you recognised him from company parties that Yoongi used to drag you along to.

"That's him, he's coming here." They both left the table and the guy, whose name you still couldn't remember was coming over to the table, smiling at you and holding out his hand for you to shake.

"It's nice to see you again Y/n," You smiled at him and tried not to be rude about asking him his name but he could see you were struggling.

"Kim Chung-ho, It's okay. You used to meet a lot of different people." He joked asking if he could sit down and you nodded to the chair in front of you.

(X)

Yoongi, on the other hand, hadn't been taking the break up well, he'd spent the last four months avoiding everything he could because everything just brought back memories of you, everywhere he turned you were there, but it was the fourth month and he was starting to get back to the real him, he'd been buried in so much work that he'd pretty much written two albums and one solo album on his own with all the feelings he was experiencing and now was going to the coffee shop to get himself a drink, in the past, he'd been sending people to go for him in case you were working but as he got to the door he chickened out, backing down the street and deciding to go further into town was the better option, he didn't want to risk upsetting you or upsetting himself.

He was walking towards the next shop when he saw you sitting in the window in from of Kim Chung-ho one of the producers they'd just fired at BigHit for leaking information to press sources and trying to steal music, he looked at you to see you smiling, the smile you used to have on your face whenever you were with him but that smile wasn't bringing him joy like it used to, it was making him angry, he stormed into the shop and up to your table.

"Why are you with him? he's not good for you." He said to you not even looking in Chung-Ho's direction, you stared up at Yoongi as if it was the first time you were ever seeing him, the feelings from that first text coming flying back to you, the butterflies flying around in your stomach, your heart thumping so fast it could run a marathon and your brain racing for something to say to him.

"Yoongi, I didn't know you and Y/n still saw one another, I was just coming to say hello to her." You frowned looking at the man in front of you.

"You were just quizzing me on him..."

"Trying to find out information to sell to the press, come on Y/n, we're leaving." You didn't even take a minute to think about it, you grabbed your jacket and followed him out of the cafe and down the road, rushing back with him to the studio, as soon as you were both inside that was it, the tension was so thick that you just kissed, your hands going into his hair and his hands making their way to your waist, tugging you as close as possible to him, he didn't want to let go in case you walked out of the studio, and you didn't want to let go in case he broke up with you again, you didn't want the moment to end but at some point, you were both going to have to breathe again.

"You won't leave will you?" He questioned his hands still locked onto your hips as you toyed with his long hair, he'd been growing out since the day you left.

"I won't...You won't throw me out will you?" He shook his head and you smiled, it was like a silent agreement to never speak of the break up ever again.

"You need a haircut." You grumbled playing with the strands in your hair and giggling as he put on a fake pout.

Hoseok:

Looking back on it now it wasn't the best thing to do, but it was the only thing that Hoseok could do in the situation. They were threatening to fire both of you if he didn't finish what he had with you and that was two months ago, in those two months you stopped going to work, you would only go to your group meetings where you'd be in the studio for an hour before leaving to go home to your apartment again. Your manager explained to Hoseok that you didn't want to be in the same building with him...but that's because you didn't know the real reason you and Hoseok broke up, Hoseok told you it's because he didn't love you and never could which was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, all that because he wasn't allowed to tell you the reason, that both yours and his managers were forcing the relationship to a finish.

The first month you spent writing music for your groups' albums and the second month you were catching up on dance practises at home you couldn't go into the BigHit building if Hoseok was going to be there and you knew he was there most days because he was an amazing guy who loved to create music for people.

"You have to come in today, there's no way around it. It's for the company." Your manager said through gritted teeth to you over the phone, she was trying to get you to go in for the company photoshoot. All of the groups and solo artists were going to have photos together and it sounded like a great idea on paper until you realised you would have to be around Hoseok and you still weren't over, hearing his name nevermind seeing his face but you also knew it was go or be fired.

"I'll be there." You mumbled hanging up the phone and going to the car that was waiting for you outside

(X)

You'd been managing to avoid Hoseok all day, neither of your shots was close together until the end of the day but the end of the day was coming up quicker than you wanted it to, you started to feel sick at the thought of seeing him again. The last time you saw him he was telling you about how he could never love you, how he was ending the relationship because he didn't want to hurt you further down the line, not knowing he was crushing your heart right there in the moment.

"Y/n!" You heard Jungkook scream before you were picked up and span around in the air by the youngest member, you giggled as he placed you back down on the ground, you threw your arms around him to greet him.

"I've missed you Kookie." You said to him pulling away to see Hoseok standing behind him, you felt your heartbreak as he looked you up and down. You straightened the outfit out as Jungkook spoke to you about what he'd been up to since the last time he saw you, you'd always been really close with him even before you were dating Hoseok.

"Are you listening- Oh you're looking at Hobi-Hyung." You stared down at the floor feeling tears rushing to your eyes as you shook your head,

"No, sorry Kookie. Please keep going, I'm just a little tired." You lied as you felt eyes on you, you knew it was Hoseok who was watching you interact with the Maknae.

"He's missed you," Jungkook whispered so that only you could hear him now, you stared at Jungkook and he nodded.

"I heard him talking with Joonie-Hyung about how he never wanted to break up with you...I shouldn't be telling you this but the managers made him, threatened both of your jobs." Before Jungkook could continue Namjoon yelled him back over to them and your group was shouting you over, you sent a soft smile to Hoseok who was staring at you and you went to go over to your friends. You next shoot was with BTS, and you were going to have to be close to Hoseok and the other members.

(X)

The shot was over and you were looking around the makeup room for your phone, you could have sworn you left it in there but it was like it had grown legs and walked away on its own.

"Want some help?" You looked up to see Hoseok and instead of denying it you just accepted his help and you both started looking around. Finding it under the main sofa, Hoseok lifted the sofa up while you kicked your phone out from underneath.

"Kookie told me why you really did it..." You said as he went to leave the room again, he turned to look at you and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

"They said I couldn't tell you the real reason." You nodded, you knew that whatever the managers or higher up said was like gospel and there was no going against it, you both stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds before Hobi finally spoke up.

"Wanna, like- I mean if you're not busy...We could go and get coffee, as friends." You nodded at him, it was going to be hard being around him as just friends but having him in your life as a friend was better than not having him in your life at all.

"I'd love that Hobi."

Namjoon:

The day had come to meet up with Namjoon to give him all of his things back, you'd both been avoiding facing each other since the relationship ended. It ended in a heated argument that you couldn't remember how started, or who started it but you remembered how it ended. It ended with Namjoon telling you it would be better to end the relationship and with you walking out of the apartment at 3 am and showing up on your best friends door with nothing but Namjoon's shirt you were wearing and some shorts, she took you back the next day when he was at work to get your things without having another fight or getting upset again. Namjoon came home that night half-expecting to see you sitting on the sofa curled up with Koya but when he got in from work and half of your wardrobe was missing he was disappointed and upset when he realised you were gone but he also knew you were going to be back for more of your stuff and was going to have to pack it all up for you, so he spent all his time finding your things and boxing them up for you.

(X)

"Just go, it won't kill you." Your friend said as she rushed around her apartment, she was supposed to be going with you to your old apartment to see Namjoon but now she was telling you she had to work an extra shift and you were going to have to go alone.

"It might." You tried to convince her but it wasn't going to work because she was already out of the door and in her car, so you were left to getting ready and taking yourself to go and see him.

(X)

You were both standing awkwardly in the living room of your once shared apartment, Namjoon was a mess his hair was pushed backwards and greasy, he was wearing a tank top and sweatpants but even then he still looked good, you were in sweatpants and the shirt you walked out in, your hair was up in a messy bun and you hadn't worn makeup in three weeks.

"You look good--" He stopped as he saw you crying, he didn't know if he was supposed to drag you into a hug or leave you to cry.

"I look like shit." You said through your tears, a small laugh coming through at the thought of him thinking you looked good but Namjoon, always thought you looked good no matter what you were wearing or looked like. You were his girl and you always looked great to him.

"You always look good, except when you're crying." He mumbled running his thumb under your eye to wipe the tears away from your face, you sniffled and snuggled into his hand having his touch on you felt good again. You'd missed him so much in the time you'd been away, it wasn't like when he was away on tour because when he was away you can call him, text him and video chat with him but when you were broken up you couldn't do all of those things.

"Is it wrong if I say I miss you?" You mumbled to him, he dropped his hand from your face to his side and sighed, sitting on the sofa and patting the space next to him.

"I miss you too." He mumbled as you sat down on the sofa, far away from him but still close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"You know- I can still remember practising how to ask you out in the mirror." He chuckled to himself causing you to let out a giggle, seeing his smile made your stomach flip and your world light up.

"I remember when you asked me, I got home and screamed into my pillow like a teenage girl." He chuckled and turned to look at you, both of your staring back at one another.

"Do we have to stay broken up?" You questioned eyes not tearing away from his for even a second, you didn't want to in case it was the last time you were ever going to see him again.

"Not if you don't want to..."

"I don't want to. I want to wake up to you snoring every morning, or coming in late from work and waking me up cause I've taken over the bed." You admitted edging yourself closer to him on the sofa.

"I want that too baby." He admitted pulling you onto his lap and staring into your eyes.

"I promise next time we fight over something stupid, I'll never walk out." He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your nose.

"I promise to never fight over something stupid." You hummed and laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he patted your back, humming softly to you.

Jimin:

Why of all days did you have to go into the BigHit building today to get your stuff, you were going to see Jungkook who was meeting you with all of your clothes from Jimin's apartment, he promised you Jimin wasn't going to be there and that he was going to be at a shooting all day but as soon as you walked into the building Jimin was there, you put your hood up as you waited for the elevator with him, looking around for something to distract yourself with. How did he look that good despite you both break up less than a week ago, he was dressed in a suit, his hair slicked back and he looked like he'd slept better than other. You, on the other hand, were dress in a hoodie, sweatpants and looked like you'd not slept in over a year even though it had only been a week of broken sleep, you stepped inside the elevator and Jimin followed you inside, he must not have noticed it was you unless he did and he was choosing to ignore you. Three more floors and you were off the hook, you would be out of the elevator and going to see Jungkook and then you could leave, three more floors and your personal hell would be over in no time.

Two more floors- Okay...Why was the lift shaking and light flickering, you stumbled backwards against the wall as the lift came to an abrupt stop, your hood flew off and you were clutching onto the railing. Jimin turned to look at you before turning back to the buttons and then back at you,

"Y/n?" You hummed as you clutched onto the railing trying to calm your breathing down, you'd never been good at being in small confined spaces.

"Yeah, it's me." He quickly pushed the alarm button picking up the small phone that was inside and waited for someone to answer,

"Hi yeah, We're stuck in the lift...Yeah, it's me and my friend, right, Okay...Yes...Thank you." He hung up and turned around, dropping to his knees in front of you and trying to calm you down, he knew you hated being stuck somewhere and you were going to need help through this.

"It looks like we'll be trapped for a while, so just breathe okay, we'll get you through this." He repeated, sitting you down on the floor and trying to help you breathe.

"C-Can I hold your hand?" He shook his head, sitting back against the wall and spreading his legs for you to sit in between them, he wrapped his arms around you as he took deep breathes with you trying to calm you down.

(X)

"You feeling better?" You hummed laying your head back against his shoulder, too tired to move away from him.

"Should we talk?" He questioned as he fiddled with your fingers, you raised an eyebrow at home.

"What about?"

"The breakup."

"We talked about it." You answered trying to move away from him now but his grip tightened on you and you sighed, too tired from the panic attack to fight him.

"We didn't, we fought. I ended things because I was an idiot and didn't realise what I had until it was gone." He admitted,

"Jungkook told me you were coming today so I knew I had to come and see you, I had to try and make things up to you." You were frozen in his arms, did he mean everything he was saying.

"I want you back...If you'll take me back that is?" You looked at him and the elevator jolted into action so you stood up from the floor, holding your hand out for him to take and stand up with.

"Jimin are you sure...You're not just going to get bored and ditch me again?" He shook his head and kept your hands locked together, both of you lost in each other's eyes you hadn't noticed the door opening and Jungkook standing here.

"My plan worked then." You both slowly turned to look at him with a glare on your faces.

"You trapped her in there?!" Jimin yelled feeling angry with the Maknae but he didn't know you were scared of tight spaces.

"Jimin, it's okay...He didn't know." You defended trying to get him to calm down but he was red in the face, you touched his arm and you saw him physically relax instantly.

"I'm sorry Y/n." You shook your head at Jungkook and he ran off down the hall while you took Jimin to an empty studio to calm him down.

Taehyung:

You and Tae had a clean and easy breakup, you both decided it was better for the both of you if you went your separate ways, not that either of you wanted to, you were both madly in love with one another but that was the reason it had to end. You'd been dating behind Jin, your older brother's back and it felt wrong to hide it but you knew Jin would never approve of the relationship so it was better to end it, then more people get hurt because of it and tonight was the first time you would be seeing Taehyung since it ended three weeks ago, Jin had invited you over to stay with him while you apartment was being renovated and you couldn't say no because he would ask why you'd rather spend time alone in a hotel rather than spending time with the best brother in the world, his words not yours.

You'd spent most of the day hiding away in Jin's room, binging movies together and then cooking dinner for everyone but it was getting late and you knew it was time to go to sleep, Jin was taking the sofa and giving you his bed which meant when the thundering started and the lightning flashed you were alone in his room, clutching onto the TaTae stuffed animal you'd had since before you dated and broke up with Tae.

"It's just bad weather." You reminded yourself, closing your eyes and trying to drift off to sleep, putting some earphones in and turning on one of the boys' playlists to fall asleep too, drowning out the storm that was raging on outside.

(X)

Tae had spent the day trying to avoid you, he didn't want to get in your way, you were still friends but it hurt to be near you and not be able to hold you all night. He laid awake in the storm, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about everything you'd done that day, the way you looked when you showed up on the doorstep, the way you looked when you were cooking with Jin and the way you looked standing at the foot of his bed with TaTa in your hands...The way you looked at the bottom of his bed?! He shot up in the bed and stared at you, you'd been crying and you were clutching onto TaTa as if he was going to run off.

"I had a nightmare...Can I stay with you tonight?" He said nothing, only moved over in the bed and laid back down when you laid beside him, neither of you said anything but you jumped when you heard the thunderclap and Tae's instincts took over, he cradled you in his arms as he spooned you, holding you tightly as a reminder that he was there and wasn't going to go anywhere. You could feel his heart rate and you were sure he could feel yours beating just as fast as his was, neither of you were going to be sleeping it was obvious, you couldn't stop your mind from racing about him holding you again.

"Do you think we could ever make it work?" You whispered to him as you tried to stop shaking from the fear of the thunder.

"Make us work?" He questioned wanting to make sure you were on the same page about what you were talking about.

"Yeah." He sighed and rested his head against your shoulder,

"What about your brother?" You grumbled something in response that he didn't understand and you sighed turning over in his arms so you were face to face with him.

"What about him? I love you Tae, I knew I loved you from the moment I saw you and asked Jin your name...I knew I loved you when we broke up but I can't let Jin come between us...If we make each other happy Jin will see that and understand that." You whispered to him, Tae looked down at you and jumped as the thunder clapped again scaring both of you when you heard Jin standing in the doorway.

"Jin does know how happy you were." You jumped out of Tae's arms and sat up in the bed staring at your brother.

"You knew?" You questioned glancing to and from Tae who looked just as confused as you about Jin knowing about you both.

"Of course, you think you could hide something like that from me. I knew Tae was sneaking off to your apartment when he was 'at the studio'." He chuckled to you,

"We broke up and you didn't say anything?" You questioned him,

"I knew it wouldn't last long, knew there was a storm tonight so knew you'd go running to him." You glared at your brother as he walked out of the room leaving you and Taehyung alone to talk everything through.

"Shall we..."

"Get back together?" He finished for you, holding your hand causing you to smile brightly before leaning over and giving him a kiss on the lips.

Jungkook:

You'd gotten the tickets to the party when you were still together with Jungkook, it was Namjoon's birthday party and you didn't want to be rude by not going to see him on his birthday so you decided to pull on your big boy pants and go to see him since he was one of your close friends when you were dating Jungkook and it wasn't going to change just because you and Jungkook broke up. You'd only broken up a couple of weeks ago and the wound was still fresh but you weren't going to let that stop you seeing Namjoon, you'd gone out to get a new dress and decided you were going try and put on a front that you were fine when you weren't. You hadn't handled the breakup well, you'd stopped bothering to try and make an effort, and you let yourself go.

Jungkook was a mess too, as soon as he ended the relationship he hated himself for it, he did it because he was being a jealous idiot over something that was going through his mind. He'd seen you hanging around Kai from TXT more and more while he was busy with other things and he somehow got it into his head that you were going to leave him for Kai, and started getting overprotective of you. Stopping you from seeing him unless he was next to you, and stopping you from going to see him on your own, which caused a huge fight between you and the eventual split of you both came and you walked out wishing you hadn't and he cried over the fact that he was as jealous as he was over nothing.

(X)

You walked through the packed out venue and tried to find Namjoon, you'd arrived an hour ago and couldn't find him anywhere, he'd text you telling you he was by the front but you still couldn't see him.

"Y/n?! I didn't expect to see you here!" Kai called when he saw you struggling to look around the room, you embraced him in a hug.

"Yeah I came to see Joonie, have you seen him?" He nodded and pointed over at the DJ booth and you saw him standing there with Jin, you thanked Kai and continued walking through the crowd, finding Namjoon and giving him and hug and handing him the bag with his gifts on.

"They're from me and Jungkook...We got them before we...We broke up." You said trying to act as though you weren't bothered but Namjoon could tell you were, Namjoon could read anyone like a book.

"It's okay, thank you for coming." He hugged you again and then you hugged Jin who was shouting over the music to you about how Jungkook wasn't there yet so you could relax, but you couldn't you were on edge in case he just showed up...It excited you and scared you all at the same time about the thought of him coming up and seeing you but you tried to ignore the feelings, telling Namjoon that you were going to get something to eat.

(X)

"Kai where's the bathroom?" You questioned later that night as soon as you spotted Jungkook from across the room, Kai told you the directions to the women's toilets and you went on the hunt, trying to get out of the hall before Jungkook spotted you.

"Excuse me, sorry." You said to some people at the doors, pushing yourself into the hallway and trying to calm yourself down, nothing had even happened but seeing him there brought all of the feelings crashing back. How was it fair that he got to look so good after a breakup while you looked like you'd been hit by a bus?

"Y/n?" You turned to see him walking towards you, the hall was too crowded to make a run for it so you plastered this biggest fake smile you could manage and turning around to face him.

"Jungkook." You said with a smile, hugging him back as he brought you into his arms, squeezing you tightly.

"You looked amazing in there,"

"You saw me?" You questioned looking back through the doors at the crowded room,

"When don't I see you? You could be in a room full of a million people, you will be all I see." You shook your head at him.

"No...Don't do that Jungkook, don't try and act cute." You pleaded moving away from his arms and going over to some seats in the hall, he couldn't do that, he did this to your relationship, he broke it.

"I was an idiot Y/n, a jealous idiot...I was worried about something I shouldn't have been. I trust you, I've always trusted you but I was just worried about you leaving me for someone who could treat you better." You stared at him, the last time you talked about this it involved screaming at one another about how he couldn't trust you, and how he thought you were trying to leave him.

"I love you though Kookie...Kai is like a little brother to me, not a boyfriend. No one could ever treat me better because you treat me better than I deserve," You told him, he stared up at you and then over at the packed out venue room,

"Let's ditch, I'll tell Joonie I was here and he'll understand. We can go on a date, make up for everything...Cuddle on the sofa, I'll do anything Y/n, just take me back." You stared at him, he was tearing up and you knew in your heart you couldn't say no to him, he was the love of your life and it was a silly break up.

"Let's go say bye to Joonie and then go home, these heels are my worst nightmare." You giggled taking his hand and standing up, he bent down to kiss you before walking into the hall together, passing Kai and sending him a shy smile and then going to find the birthday boy.

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gohyuck · 4 years ago

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ahhh, okay, then can I have 24 w ex-lover!jeno?

prompt: “Not negative, just different... you wanna have lunch, and I wanna have a picnic. You wanna go up, I wanna just fly all night.”

extra: exes

present.

you see him first.

jeno’s across the room, red solo cup in one hand while he’s using the other to prop himself up against the wall that’s 1) in front of him and 2) against the back of the girl he’s currently chatting up. his hair is back to black, and he’s in jeans and a red tank that have your mouth drying out. he’s unreal under the dimmed lights of the frat house - it shouldn’t be possible for anyone to be so beautiful. you hate the way your heart twinges upon seeing him, willing it to practically stop beating. you’d rather that than even thinking about wishing for him back, after all.

it hadn’t always been like this.

“you know, you might just be the love of my life.”

you whirl around in time to see the most handsome man you’ve ever met rake the fingers of one hand through his bleached blond hair, a teasing but gentle grin adorning his features. his other hand is outstretched, his unlocked phone safe in his large palm.

“that’s definitely the most tame - but also weirdest - pickup line i have ever heard.” you’re quick to respond, eyeing the glowing screen. the name of the man escapes you, though something in the back of your mind reminds you that he’s an architectural engineering major. you’ve seen him around campus, and you know he’s a member of the frat whose house you’re currently tipsy in. he watches, grin morphing into a smirk, as you take his phone and text yourself from it.

“seems to have worked though,” he responds, voice a pleasing timbre amongst the din of the partygoers. “i’m jeno.”

he leans in close to tell you his name, murmuring it against the shell of your ear in a faux attempt to have you hear him over the noise. you both know damn well he could’ve just talked a little louder and you would’ve been fine. still, you know that he isn’t just playing with you: he wouldn’t have asked for your number otherwise. jeno’s hot, though, and regardless of whether he has romantic intentions or purely sexual ones, you’re itching to get some action in tonight...

it takes you less than a second to go ‘fuck it’, leaning so your lips are by his ears, too.

“you have a room here, jeno?” you ask, and the way he wraps an arm around your waist tells you everything you need to know.

ii.

“we’ve really been together for a whole year,” your boyfriend marvels out loud, hand warmly enveloping your own. you say nothing, only squeezing his hand as you look out through the window of the ferris wheel carriage. jeno lifts your entertwined hands up, pressing a soft kiss against the back of yours.

when you get to the top of the ferris wheel, you turn to him, soft smile playing on your lips. he mirrors your expression before raising his hand - the one that isn’t holding your own - to cup your face with the utmost care, as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever come into contact with.

“you know,” you whisper, leaning so his forehead is resting against yours. “you might just be the love of my life.”

jeno chuckles before closing the gap, tilting your chin up so your mouth can meet his plush lips. once you separate, he winds an arm around you, pulling you into his side.”

“you might just be mine, too.”

iii.

“so this is how we end,” you whisper, voice hoarse and laden with tears. it takes everything in jeno to keep him from reaching out and pulling you into his chest, from wiping your tears away and apologizing until all your heartache makes its rightful home in his chest. “over... over what, jeno? why are you doing this? i still don’t get it, i- i thought we were fine. is it me?”

his breathing feels like it stops as he realizes you’re blaming you, and he hastens to mutter our a rapid string of ‘no’s and ‘of course not’s. if he thought you’d listen, he’d be begging you to look him in the eyes right now. instead, you’re forlorn on his bed, staring at the bedsheets while picking at a loose thread. your quiet sniffles will haunt jeno for the rest of his nights.

he still loves you, he thinks he always will: it’s just that he puts you ahead of himself and vice versa, and that’s the kind of relationship that destroys itself in the end. you are so many things he isn’t, and he is so many things you aren’t. opposites cannot attract for forever. your fights are more and more frequent, and they pain him more every time. jeno trains his gaze on the carpet underneath him.

“it isn’t you - it isn’t either of us. our relationship is not negative, but we’re just so different... you wanna have lunch, and i wanna have a picnic. you wanna go up, and i wanna just fly all night. we’re on two ends of the same poem, and i- i don’t think we’ll ever be able to meet.”

he looks up from the ground once he’s done with his short spiel only to find that you’re packing up your things already. jeno shatters in that moment, knowing that the moment you step outside, his world will cave in. for now, for your sake, he keeps it in.

“you know...” you start, pausing just before you pull open the door. a cursory glance over jeno’s face, looking directly and deeply into his eyes for a moment, tells you that he does, in fact, know. you heave a heavy, heavy sigh, the kind that can barely be made to leave your body, and turn back around. you don’t finish your thought, and you don’t look back. once the lock clicks shut behind you, jeno all but collapses onto his bed, his heart pounding in his chest.

“you really are the love of my life.” jeno rasps out, doing his best to control his breathing. something fundamental in him cracks then, and he finds himself doubling over, trying to get ahold of himself. as the tears come and come and come, he finds himself repeating it like a mantra.

“you really are the love of my life.”

present.

jeno makes eye contact with you very suddenly, accidentally looking too far to the left while laughing at something the girl has said. the recognition is instant, and the instant regret and sadness that fill his eyes are inescapable. he suddenly seems ashamed at having been seen with someone else, as if he shouldn’t be with anyone but you.

before he can do anything as drastic as actually come over and approach you, you shoot him a quick, tight-lipped smile, your grip tightening around your own beer bottle as you do. jeno has no time to even process this gesture before you’re spinning on your heels, rushing to get out, to get away from him. he makes no move to follow you - why would he?

he’d been right, you realize, right as you become aware of the tears streaming down your face. jeno had been right, you really were too different. he seems to be getting along fine without you in ways that you aren’t, and it hurts more than you’d care to admit. he’d been right on another count, though, judging by how guilty he seemed when he saw you, and it’s one that dawns on you as you stare, wracked with sobs, up at the night sky, bottle dangling from your fingertips.

you truly are the love of his life.

he is yours, too.

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bellisperennis0 · 4 years ago

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Heartbreak - Alternate Ending

Word count: 1,607

A/N: Apparently no one likes a heartbroken Angel, so here’s a requested alternate ending. Alternate is below in bold. Breathe easy; Angel’s heart is whole and well! Thank you for reading and for the request. GIF credit to owner, found off Google.

Warning: Language

Original: Here

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Screaming Angel’s name like a mantra, the reality of what was happening and what you have done hits you like a freight train. “Fuck-fuck-fuck” you shove the man on top of you off. “What’s wrong baby doll?” the man asks as you continue to curse yourself and scramble to collect your clothes scattered all across the hotel room. “Thought we were having a good time?” you can just hear the smug smirk on his face, making you cringe. “How can I be so fucking stupid? FUCK!!” you yell as flashbacks of the night’s events that lead to this moment flood you. “And with you of all people”

You were attending a work party at a fancy upscale hotel in a town over from Santo Padre. Angel rarely attended such work soiree, so going solo wasn’t such a big deal. You had finally admitted to Angel this morning that you had spent the last month in a half working alongside your ex-boyfriend, and that he was going to be attending said party, since both companies had merged and were now working as one. This news led to a heated argument between the two of you. As much as you kept reassuring Angel that that chapter in your life was done and over with and meant nothing, Angel couldn’t help his insecurities of getting the better of him, closing you off once again. After that Angel was adamant on attending this work party with you, but unfortunately for Angel, Bishop had called in the middle of your heated argument and told him he was needed on this run to Nevada that same night.

The last you seen or heard from Angel was when he was walking out the front door after the call from Bishop. No kiss or hug goodbye, he just simply said you two would continue this conversation once he returned. You had text him the second you arrived at the hotel later that day, telling him you arrived safely, you loved him and you will see him the next day.

Now standing in the middle of your hotel room, clutching your pile of clothes to your chest, you stared at your ex, Adam. “Oh come on baby doll, don’t act like you didn’t want this as much as I did.” He says with a smirk on his face. “all that flirting, the way you were looking at me, the way your hips were grinding into mine, you weren’t acting like you had a man waiting at home for you” you cringed as he spoke, with the alcohol flowing, you allowed those unsettled feelings you still had for him take control, allowed him to sweet talk you, after two years he still knew how to sweep you off your goddamn feet.

Wanting nothing more than to get as far away from the situation as you could, you decided to make the almost two hour drive back home to Santo Padre. Angel wasn’t due back from his run till late afternoon the following day. All you wanted to do was get home, soak in a nice warm bath, scrub the entire night’s events off you and figure out how you were going to tell Angel. God, how could you do this to Angel?

As you walked through the front door you were greeted by a voice that quickly took you out of your daze. “Hay baby, home already?” you heard Angel say. Shit, he’s back from his run early. You were so completely in your thoughts you totally didn’t see Angel’s bike parked in the driveway when you had pulled up. You let out a low “fuck” to yourself, but it didn’t go unheard by Angel. He scrunches his face as he notices you looking everywhere, but at him. “You alright, mi alma?” he asks as he gets up from his spot on the sofa and makes his way to you, still standing there in the entry way. Once he is close enough to you he sees the tears streaming down your face. “Hay, hay, what’s wrong baby? What happened?” he quickly engulfs you in his arms as you now sob uncontrollably. Guiding you into the living room, he tries to get you to sit, but you just cling tighter to his shirt. “Dulce, you have to talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?” he asks once again. “I’m so sorry Angel. I’m so sorry” you say as you try to cling to him even more. He softly giggles. “Is this about this morning? Babe, there isn’t anything to be sorry for, nor cry over. Not like it was our first argument.” He softly strokes his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you.

You finally pull away from him, biting your lower lip, tears still streaming down your face, “there’s something I need to tell you, Angel.” You whisper as you stare down at your feet, you can sense how Angel tenses at your words. “Look at me y/n” he says and you cringe at the use of your name. Rarely has Angel called you by your name in the two years you were together. “Look at me!” he says again with more intensity then the first time. Your gaze slowly moves from your feet up to meet his dark intense orbs staring back down at you. You can see all the emotions flash through him as he begins to process what you are trying to say. “Please tell me you are not trying to say what I think you are. Please, mi dulce, don’t!” he whispers and you can hear the heartbreak in his voice. Covering your mouth with your hands as you let out a sob, confirming his fears. “GOD DAMMIT!” he yells moving away from you. “I’m so sorry…I don’t know what happened. Angel, please!” you cry out to him. “I knew when I saw his pretty boy face around town he was going to be trouble. How long y/n, how long has this been going on?” he asks with his back still to you. “Just tonight…I promise you Angel, I – I don’t know what happened, one thing led to another…” “So you did fuck him?” Angel cuts you off, finally turning to face you, the hurt evident all over his face. You couldn’t look at him. “I need to hear you say it” he says as he leans back against the dining room table, knuckles white from his tight grip. “Angel please, I’m sorry. It meant…”

“Say it!” he yells. His intense voice jolts you awake, clutching your chest as you try to steady your breathing. “Say it, bro! I am just better then you. Just admit it!” You can hear Angel yelling from down the hall. Laying there for a second you try to gather yourself, processing what the hell was happening.

Quietly getting up you make your way down the hall to where you can hear Angel. Rounding the corner to the living room you find Angel sitting in the middle of the room, headset on, playing his video game. “It was just one hell of a nightmare,” you say to yourself, tears welling in your eyes as relieve washes over you.

Walking up to where Angel was sitting, you wrap your arms around his neck, hand on his chest, peppering his neck in kisses. His hand snakes around and is placed gently on the back of your head. “Hey baby.” He says softly, pausing his game and taking off his headset. He grabs your hand, pulling you around the chair to straddle his lap. “You okay, Mi vida” he asks pulling you in for a tight embrace, stroking your back gently. “I just had a really bad dream, is all.” You say pulling away to look at him. “Little man giving you nightmares again?” he asks as he places his hand on your 7 month baby bump. Looking down and rubbing your hands along your swollen belly as well, you slightly smile, “yeah, he’s definitely at it again.” Angel places a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You want to talk about it?” he asks you, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. You then proceed to tell him all about the dream, detail by detail. “Ugh, How dare you, mi dulce.” He mocks offense. You lightly smack him on his chest. “Stop! It was horrible I hated it.” He grabs your face, peppering you in kisses. “I know you would never do that to me, mi alma.” He says reassuring you. “I know, it just felt so real and vivid.”

“Why don’t you go take a bath and relax a little?” Angel suggests “Pop and EZ should be here in about an hour for dinner” he continued. “That actually sounds amazing.” The thought of soaking in a warm bath already relaxing you. Stroking the back of Angel’s neck you pull him in for a passionate kiss. Once Angel begins to get handsy and desperate, you break the kiss. “Mmm, don’t start something you can’t finish, Ignacio.” you tease. “Oh, mi vida you and I both know I always finish what I start.” He chuckles as he gives your ass a tight squeeze. “Clearly” you say rolling your eyes, looking down at your belly, both of you laughing. “Hey” Angel says gently to get your attention. “Yeah?” you look up at him, you couldn’t help but smile as Angel stares at you adoringly. “Have I told you I loved you?” he asks. “Hm, maybe once or twice.” You say giggling. “I love you, mi vida.” He tells you. “Te amo, mi amor.” You say giving him another passionate kiss.

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bubbashawn · 5 years ago

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Honey

author: Here’s my first completed request!! Also this is day 7 or 8 of me posting in a row so I’m patting myself on the back. Hope y’all like it and yes it mentions the “pr” stunt w/ Camila so don’t attack me

synopsis: You overhear something you should’ve known all along. But why does Shawn care? He’s the one who threw 5 years away. Throw in a New Year’s Eve Party and everything is bound to go haywire.

warning: requested by anon. Forgive me I swore lol but really it falls in my brand so 2k of angst to fluff :)

“Baby, I love you.”

“Yeah well maybe you should’ve thought about that before Miami!”

“It’s all a PR stunt, Y/N. I don’t get it! Why is this such a big deal to you? That all means shit to me! You know that!”

“Because you didn’t tell me, Shawn,” your eyes started watering but you ignored them, “because I had to explain to my family why your tongue was down some other girls throat and I didn’t know how to because you didn’t tell me!”

Shawn knew a fake relationship would go haywire, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to love you right if he was pretending to love some other girl. Shawn knew what would happen and yet here he was. Standing, begging, in front of you to stay with him because he didn’t think he could ever lose you.

“Honey, you know I love you.”

“Saying I love you isn’t going to fucking fix anything!”

It was true. He loved you so much that he didn’t consider that you’d end things, not when you were so in love with each other. His stupid ego was causing havoc while you cried in his kitchen with your key resting on his counter.

You loved him too much. This hurt too much.

You had that key since he first bought his condo, he remembered the two of you moving him out of his family home. You also used to have a key for there. The two of you had met back in Pickering before Handwritten, before Vine even and your relationship had guided the two of you through your rising fame. You were the one constant in his life, his love for you the only thing keeping him grounded through it all.

“I’m done. I won’t be made a fool and the paparazzi probably will be here soon, so I’m just going to leave.”

“Y/N…”

“Bye Shawn, have a nice life.”

You felt arms shift around your waist and your eyes snapped open. It was just a dream. Except it wasn’t because it wasn’t Shawn’s arms wrapped around you or his cologne covered pillow your head rested on. It was your boyfriend’s.

Not Shawn’s.

Collin must have noticed you shift in his bed because his crystal eyes were staring down at you. He had the sharpest blue eyes you had ever seen, a stark contrast to the familiar hazel.

Collin Bradford had been perfect.

He was what any girl like you could dream of. He wasn’t famous which was foremost the best because you didn’t have to deal with a rivalry about who’s better. He understood your strange hours and never complained about the red carpets or photographers. He was happy to let you take the spotlight. ENews was obsessed with him, not that you blamed them, Collin was by far the most attractive man you had been with since Shawn.

Collin Bradford had been perfect, until he wasn’t.

Once he got comfortable in the relationship he started letting all the new attention get to his head. He became flirty and arrogant. He was the golden boy of Hollywood and he always claimed to love you, so you let him stay in your life. When the cheating scandal happened you let him back in. And the 2 after that. Funny how you let him make you seem like a fool when you’d broken Shawn’s heart for the same reason.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. What time is it?”

“Almost 6. Do you need to get up?”

“Mmm,” you hummed in agreement, “I’ve got that interview with Spanish Vogue in three hours.”

Carol, your stylist, would kill you if you weren’t sitting in front of her within the next hour. You rose to your feet ignoring the ache that Shawn always massaged out of your back.

“Want an espresso?”

“No, don’t bother,” you smiled back at him, “let at least one of you enjoy a morning in bed.”

“Want to get me one?”

“Sure thing.”

“You’re the best Baby,” his face was hidden in his phone before you could say another word. That was his way of saying he’s done with this conversation.

You walked out of the bedroom and hurried to make your boyfriend his drink before scurrying back to place it by his head. He didn’t acknowledge you.

“We have Hailey Bieber’s New Year’s Eve Party tonight. You still want to come?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.”

You were out the door by 6:10, accustomed to the tight schedule. It was two and a half hours when you noticed a 6’2” frame with curly hair towering over you. You didn’t dare look up until you saw his swallow tattoo emitting an unwanted gasp from your throat. Carol looked at you weirdly but your eyes were trained on pointed Chelsea boots that were hesitantly shuffling towards your seated figure.

“Y/N,” he sounded the same, honey smooth like the rest of him, “Y/N?”

Your gaze lifted from the ground where he stood, up his body and past the undone buttons of his shirt until you stopped on the hazel eyes from your distant memories.

“Hey.”

“Wow, Hi,” he was staring, “it’s been what, 2 years?”

“Just about. 2 years at the end of next month.”

Shawn didn’t pay attention to the nervous quake in your voice and if he did he didn’t make any moves to soothe your mind. He just remained mere feet away and looking down at you.

You hated that you could see the love behind his irises. He had put you through so much even after you left. Shawn hadn’t broken up with Camila for another 8 months after yours. That’s why you didn’t run back to him.

“Wha-what’re you doing here?”

“Oh, um I have an interview about my new work.”

“I heard about that. Congratulations by the way.”

“Thanks.”

He was still staring and watched you shift off the chair to stand before him. Shawn wasn’t paying mind to how close you two actually were until the air between you was mixing. You took his breath away, literally.

“Are you still with that asshole, Charles?”

“Charles? You mean Collin?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Then yes, yes I am.”

“Why? Didn’t he cheat on you?”

“Keeping tabs on me?”

He was growing frustrated with your stubbornness.

“Believe it or not, I still love you, Y/N. And I hate seeing you get hurt, especially by some guy who doesn’t deserve you!”

“And who deserves me? You? Shawn, the whole reason I was in this relationship to start was to get you out of my head,” your eyes were tearing up just like that night years ago, “because believe it or not, you hurt me first.”

Carol, bless her soul, gave an apologetic smile towards Shawn for interrupting your conversation and began walking you towards your interview.

“Honey, you okay?”

You nodded your head trying to piece your mind together before some poor interviewer talked to you.

“It was hard not to listen in,” she smiled softly, “but if you want my thoughts, I think he was telling the truth.”

You looked into her eyes searching for answers that you already knew.

“He loves you, Y/N, and I think you love him too.”

With one final look to make sure her observations got through to you, Carol opened the door and guided you towards your manager.

The interview went fine and before you know it, it was over. You spaced out one too many times, you were sure, but it was over and done with. A photo shoot followed so you would have a cover image on Spanish Vogue and before you knew it the sun was setting.

After a long day filled with too many people and the run-in with Shawn, the last thing on your mind was New Years. You had honestly forgotten about it until you got a slew of texts all talking about the plans for the evening. Everyone was going to show up around 10 and the night would progress from there.

You, however, wouldn’t leave the Vogue building until 11:20.

“Your dress is in the car so you’ll have to change in the back which is why I made sure the car would have a partition. And Collin can help you, okay?”

Collin would not be helping if you had a say in anything.

“Thank you, Carol, enjoy the holiday!”

“You too.”

You slipped into the Bentley waiting by the glass doors ignoring the flashes of cameras. And quickly pulled your dress from the door before turning to your boyfriend expectantly.

“Go up to the passenger seat.”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you strip before,” he chuckled, eyeing the silky minidress in your hand, “is that even a full dress? Like I’m actually going to let you walk out of here in that.”

“Go to the fucking front and you haven’t had a worthy opinion about anything in the last 8 months because you cheated on me so get out.”

He glared at you but didn’t have any excuse. What could he say to you? Sorry? Collin hopped out ignoring the questions and the shouts about his scandals and sat in the front next to your driver. He glowered even more, if that’s possible, when the divider screen went up.

The party was in full blast by the time you had arrived. With only ten minutes until midnight everyone was bustling to reach their lover or any stranger with a decent pair of lips. Everyone was drunk, and if not absolutely hammered then tipsy. Not one person was standing without leaning on something for support.

“Collin, I’m ge-”

Your boyfriend who was minutes ago standing behind you was now leaning against the kitchen counter between some pretty girl’s thighs. His lips sipping from her solo cup before latching on her neck. Shocker.

Shawn was surely the only person aware of his surroundings and though no one else paid mind to you slipping into the party looking absolutely gorgeous except him. No one noticed the asshole behind you sneaking off to fuck some model. No one noticed your unsurprised yet hurt expression.

No one noticed except him.

He’d be lying to say he hadn’t been watching the front door since he arrived, looking for your familiar face. He was elated when you walked through the door because despite the fact that every time you two spoke it resulted in a fight, he still missed you. Had Shawn been a man with any common sense he would’ve shut down the whole pr relationship concept before it even became a possibility. But he hadn’t and then he lost the most important person in his life.

He made his way through the crowd offering friendly greetings to the drunk party goers before he was standing feet away from you again.

This time however your eyes didn’t shy away like they had earlier that day. No, they watched his gaze flicker across your entire being drinking you in.

“Hi,” your voice was breathless.

“Hey,” his hands found your waist.

“Are you drunk?”

“No,” he smiled before repeating your question back at you, already knowing the answer.

“Are you drunk?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Shawn’s lips were pressed against your own and he tasted the same as when he was 16. It was like his eyes, pure honey, just so undeniably sweet. You wondered how you didn’t wander back to him like an addict during your 2 years of deprivation.

“Happy New Years, Baby.”

His mouth latched to yours again not wanting to pull apart longer than he had to.

“We still,” you whimpered when your lips separated again as he looked down at you, “we still have to talk about this. About us.”

“As long as there is an us, I’ll talk to you forever. And you have to break things off with that asshole.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed against his lips.

“You’re my honey. You’re my sweet, sweet honey.”

“You sure you aren’t drunk?”

“Not drunk,” he couldn’t help but smile against your lips, “just happy. Really fucking happy.”

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angstysebfan · 5 years ago

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My Roommate’s Boyfriend 7/10

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your roommate’s boyfriend and you do not get along. You don’t even know why anymore. When your roommate has to move unexpectedly across the country, you both begrudgingly drive her car to her new home. Adventure, angst, and secrets come alive.

Warnings: light swearing

We need to talk.

Bucky couldn’t help but swallow the lump in his throat. Maybe Nat was mad about him sleeping with you. Maybe you told her everything he has said about his feelings toward Nat and you. Bucky took another long swig from the whiskey bottle, before responding to Nat.

I am outside your building. I know she doesn’t want to see me, so come out here and we will talk.

Okay. I’m getting her set up for a shower and then I will come out.

Bucky sat on the steps leading up to the main door of the building. His elbows are on his knees and his head is just hanging. He can’t help but wonder what you are thinking about. He was so happy when he woke up this morning with you in his arms, and now? He doesn’t know what to think. What happened that your mood changed so quickly?

Nat came out and sat next to Bucky on the stairs. She keeps her eyes in front of her and sighs. “Buck, what the hell happened? I thought you finally made progress?!” She yelled. Bucky sits up and looks at the sky before he sighs as well. “I honestly don’t know. When we woke up we were fine! She acted happy about what happened at first, and.... I went to the bathroom to change and when I came out she was acting cold to me.” Bucky said, sounding defeated.

Nat shook her head and looked at him. “Were you serious when you told me that you had feelings for Y/N? Or was it just a game to get back at her for that night in the bar?” Bucky’s eyes widened as he looked at Nat. He scoffed in disbelief.

“We have been together for a year! You know me better than anyone! How could you ask me something like that!?” Bucky yelled standing. Nat stood as well. “Look, she is my best friend, and she has been hurt! I need to know if your intentions are as true as you say, before I attempt to help you win back your girl!” Nat said.

Bucky shakes his head. “Yes, my feelings for her are real. Is that what she thinks? That I lied to get her into bed? Is that what she thinks of me?” Bucky starts to feel anger toward you. Nat walks up to Bucky and pulls him into a hug. His anger starts subsiding as he holds Nat tighter. He looks down at her face for a moment, before leaning in and kissing her.

Before Nat can react they both hear a voice, “What the fuck!” They both pull away quickly to see you turning around and running back upstairs. Bucky doesn’t think, he runs after you, with Nat trailing behind.

When they walk into the apartment, you are gathering your things. “Y/N, wait! What you saw--” “I don’t care what I saw James. It doesn’t matter. All it shows is that I was right and you are the biggest asshole in the world!” You said, interrupting him. Bucky slowly walks toward you.

“Y/N please! I don’t understand what happened! What did I do to piss you off so badly? I thought we were happy!” He pleads. You look at him with fire in your y/e/c eyes. You ignore him and look at Nat. “I don’t blame you, so don’t worry Nat, but I called an Uber and I am going to the airport now. All I am wanting now is the key to my apartment.” You say looking back at Bucky. You hold out your hand waiting.

Bucky just looks at you with sadness in his eyes. Finally he sighs defeatedly, taking the keys out of his pocket. Once he releases the apartment key from the rest of his, he places it in your hand. You put it in your pocket and pick up your duffel bag, walking toward Nat giving her a hug. “I will call you when I land and we will start planning my solo trip out here okay?” you say.

Nat looks at you sadly, but nods. You don’t look back toward Bucky, just walk to the door of the apartment, and leave. Nat and Bucky just look at each other for moment. Nat turns and runs out of the apartment after you. “Y/N!” she calls as she sees you opening the door to your Uber. you turn and face her. “Bucky and I haven’t been together in over a month. When I decided to move out here, we ended it. He told me he had feelings for you a few weeks ago, and I have been the one pushing you both together.” she says.

You look at her in shock, but recover quickly. “Well, your plan failed. He must have lied about his feelings toward me, because I was nothing more than a bet to him. I’m sorry Nat, but it’s over.” you say. Before she can respond you get in the car and close the door. The car pulls away and heads toward the airport, leaving Nat and Bucky behind.

Once you checked in to your flight, you head toward security. You place your duffel bag, purse, jacket, and shoes on the conveyer belt. You walk through the metal detector, which goes off. You check your pockets when you see the key that Bucky had. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you look at the TSA agent. You hand the key to her, “You can just throw this away. No one will need it.”

When Nat went back up into the apartment she found Bucky sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. She walks up and sits next to him. “What was the bet you and Sam made?” she whispered. Bucky doesn’t move, but she hears the muffled, “What?” She says a little louder, “What was the bet... that you made with Sam?”

Bucky lifts his head and looks at her confused. “What the hell are you talking about Nat?” he asks, exasperated. Nat just shook her head, “Y/N saw a text message this morning between you and Sam. You apparently told him he owed you 50 bucks and he asked how far you got.” Bucky’s looks at Nat, still confused. “Uh... I bet him I could make to your doorstep in 3 days, but because I decided to stop last night, I owed him $50. Is.... is that what she was upset about? She thought I meant her?” he asks concerned.

Nat nods quietly. “She thought you made a bet about how far you could get with her. She thought everything you said about your feelings toward her was a lie to embarrass her because of what she said at the bar.” Bucky stares at Nat in disbelief. “Wh- wh- why didn’t she say anything to me? Why didn’t she ask me for the truth?” Bucky says.

Nat shrugs, “I don’t know. She has always been very protective of her heart, and I guess it was easier to believe that you were lying, then toying with the idea that you actually liked her. I mean lets be honest, even I was unsure if you were telling the truth, at first. You were a complete douchebag for the last year, it makes sense that she is unsure.”

Bucky shakes his head, “Maybe I should just give up. She obviously will never trust me. What’s the point in trying?” Nat gives Bucky a hug as tears fall down his cheeks.

You get back to your apartment early the next morning. Looking around the room, everything looks as it did when you left, but you feel so different. You walk silently to Nat’s old room and stand in your doorway looking in. All that’s left is a mattress and box spring. You walk into the room and sit on the bed. You look at the empty walls, and for the first time in awhile, you feel utterly alone. You break down and start to sob.

You miss your best friend and you can’t believe you are thinking this after everything that has happened. But you miss Bucky.

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Sorry it took so long to write. Like my last post said, had a lot of family shit going on and lost my momentum. I decided to pick it back up, because I do use my writing as a therapy for me feelings. Feedback is appreciated.

Taglist: @iheartsebastianstan, @jessyballet, @finleyjayne, @cap-just-said-language, @sarcastic-and-cool, @humbledarkness, @broco8, @ohjammers

#Bucky angst #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky x natasha #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #modern bucky barnes

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deejadabbles · 4 years ago

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A Thousand Songs (Atem/Yami x Reader)

Chapter Three: I Love You

One /// Two /// Three /// Four /// [Five Coming Soon]

Summary: You knew that you and your band could make it big. Not only that, but stay together while doing it; the five of you were family, after all. The only problem was that despite all your musical talents...none of you were particularly good at lyrics. After years of struggling to put out your first full album, the solution finally made himself know in chance meeting on an empty stage.

Rock Band AU, Atem x Reader, gender neutral reader.

Atem’s mind was still reeling as he parked his car in the lot of his building. It had been a normal and rather mundane day at first; he woke, made breakfast, ran his errands, then went to rehearsal. The rehearsal was particularly boring, considering he already memorized their new set of songs for the next show (good thing this was the last few days of rehearsal before the new show debuted). It was likely that very boredom that gave Atem his wistful thought as he packed away his violin. Everyone else had gone, bidding him good night or not even speaking to him as they moved on to their own plans for the night, and Atem found himself alone in the theatre. The stage had always held a bit of...glamour to Atem, and a simple walk around the grand set alone had got him daydreaming- which turned into him singing.

The young man sighed to himself as he rode the elevator up to his floor. He had thought he was singing to himself, that the theatre was empty save for himself and the janitor who was usually outside smoking that time of night. Imagine his surprise when an audience of one had ambushed him the moment his solo was done. He let out another sigh as the elevator stopped.

Atem was careful when opening his door, and the reason why made herself apparent when a delicate ‘mew’ greeted him.

“Hello, Bastet,” he greeted the gray tabby as she rubbed her chin against the door, trying as always to explore beyond the confines of the penthouse.

He scooped her up into his arms as he shut the door, then wandered to the kitchen as his mind continued to replay the odd incident at the theatre. Despite Atem’s shock, the boy- Yugi’s enthusiasm actually made Atem...consider the out-of-the-blue proposal. Him, a first chair violinist, write songs for some rock band? The idea seemed ludicrous at first glance... but, Atem would not deny his interest.

After setting Bastet down on the leather stool by the breakfast bar, Atem pulled out the black business card from his coat pocket, the title “The Dark Magicians” being the first golden text that caught his eye. The name had captured Atem’s interest from the start, though he couldn’t be sure if the name had anything to do with his favorite card from the old Duel Monsters game.

Behind the name of the band, was a circular logo (again, a bit reminiscent of the duel monster) and Atem recognized the symbols of the zodiacs, as well as some other markings he vaguely remembered seeing somewhere, but couldn’t place the meaning of in the moment. Atem then flipped the card over and saw what looked like the names of their social media accounts, but only got a brief glimpse at it before a tug on his coat got his attention.

“Mowo?”

Atem looked down and found Bastet, claws tugging at him and eyes looking expectant. He found himself chuckling and giving her a gentle scratch on the head.

“Sorry, Bastet, you must be hungry, I’ll make us some dinner.”

After finally taking off his coat (the black fabric now covered in his kitten’s fur) Atem turned on his speakers, started his playlist, and got started on dinner: a beef-based stir fry for him, and a can of Fancy Feast for the spoiled cat who wove between his legs the whole time he tried to prepare the meals. And of course, because she really was just that spoiled, Bastet got a small spoon full of his own dinner before he retired to the living room.

Atem kept his music playing as he ate, preferring to get lost in his thoughts rather than his favorite shows; and again Yugi’s proposal swam into his mind and occupied him.

The whole thought was ridiculous, he knew nothing about Yugi or his band, why was he even thinking about writing songs for them? Songwriting was just a hobby for him, it always had been. The orchestra was his career, and though his father had gotten him singing lessons when he was younger, Atem had never truly entertained the idea of making that voice and his lyrics into anything more than a personal amusement. Well, at least not seriously.

Well, and didn’t it say something that Yugi had been so drawn to Atem’s song? The young man had seemed so excited, so sure when he said that he thought Atem was the perfect match for his band. Atem believed in fate, and that had been the first time he sang publicly since he was a child...what were the chances that someone looking for a songwriter would be listening? Not only that, but be so enthralled with the song that he practically bounded down the row of seats to talk with Atem?

As he finished off the last bites of his meal, Atem picked up the card again, looking over the accounts listed on the back. There was one for Youtube and Atem figured that would be a good place to start if he wanted to see what he thought about this band.

He quickly searched the band on the app via his TV (might as well see them on the big screen) and was not surprised with what he saw at first. Their icon was the same logo from the card and they barely had a few thousand subscribers. A small-time group just trying to leave their musical mark on the world. What did surprise him was that they had almost fifty videos posted- though a quick look through their content said that most of them were “band vlogs”.

Their banner picture was nice, all of the band members in the throws of a song with multicolored lights blooming behind them. The picture displayed all five of the members, the framing purposefully showing all of them so no one was left out or hidden behind another member.

Atem of course recognized Yugi first and was intrigued to find the young man working a set of turntables. An odd addition for a rock band- though now that he thought about it, Yugi never actually said what type of band they were. Soon enough, Atem found his eyes drifting to the other members. There was an energetic looking blond pounding on the drums and a brunette woman who had some soul playing the keyboard. Then there were the two guitarists, and the lead guitar player seemed to also be the singer, mouth poised in front of the standing mic and fingers splayed across the strings in unison.

But looking at still pictures would not get Atem far in getting to know the band, so he moved on to the videos. He found a convenient playlist for their actual songs (he’d move on to the vlogs if he liked what he heard) and clicked on the oldest, their first, video.

The setting was simple enough, the five of them standing in an almost warehouse-looking venue, but the video quality wasn’t bad. The girl on the piano started out first and Atem’s found his interest instantly piqued when the notes sounded epic enough to fit in with an orchestra. The singer stepped up to the mic, guitar missing, and started a fast string of lyrics, hard-hitting and dramatic- a perfect combo with the epic-style piano. The drums and bass joined in quick enough and the moment the chorus hit the synthesized sound of the turntables cut in, an interesting contrast to the other instruments that...actually worked...it really really worked. The lead guitarist’s missing strings were deliberate, Atem noted, since the base standing on its own created a deeper sound that complimented the dramatic flair of the song.

It ended too quickly, being barely more than two minutes long, and Atem instantly found himself pressing replay to give the song another listen. This time, now that he wasn’t trying to pick out the different instruments working together, he paid more attention to the lyrics. It sounded like an ode to bad relationships, the toxic kind that made a couple who claimed to love each other fight and scream daily. The singer’s voice was good, and he was impressed with the long note held at the end of the song.

Atem considered giving the title a third listen, but decided he could always come back to it after he sampled their other songs. He moved on to the next, noting that there were a few cover songs in between the originals- though he skipped them for now. This song seemed to have the most views, and Atem figured it was for the actual “music video” style. It was much more entertaining to watch a story-driven video than the band members simply standing on a set (though he thought that was perfectly fine for the first video).

A fade from black showed a ballerina (the pianist?) on the ground, contorted into a common starting position for ballets. A sorrowful note sounded as the camera zoomed in on the ballerina, then, the moment the piano started, she was dancing. It was then that Atem realized that he knew the piano player, at least in passing, she was one of the dancers from the theatre.

The same voice from the first song started to sing, and the dancer soundlessly captured the lyrics with her graceful movements. The thing that truly made Atem stare in wonder though, was the visuals taking place beyond the dance.

As the song went on, the ballerina’s state...worsened. Her visage mirrored the hurt lyrics of the song. At first her make up ran, as if she had been crying, then holes and tears started to appear in her clothes, then bruises on her skin, until finally, half of her tutu was torn and dirty and dark spots littered her body. The pivot point of the song came, and the ballerina fell to the ground, crying, silently conveying that she didn’t want to go on.

But then the tune started to shift, slowly swelling, lifting up as one by one, hands reached out to the despairing dancer. The first gripped her shoulder in comfort, the next wiped away a stray tear, the third rubbed her back, and the fourth simply held itself out to her, a wordless urge to take the offer of help. The ballerina did, and the moment the hands lifted her up, the scene brightened, and her appearance was restored to its original beauty. The woman still had some sadness in her eyes, but the notes were hopeful as she finished her dance, ending the song on an uplifting tune.

Atem found himself simply staring at the screen as a “Thank you for watching!” text scrolled across it. The simple beauty of the video struck him. The song was about loneliness, broken hearts, the darker side of emotions, almost everything most people would feel in their lives. But, ultimately, it was about loved ones making all those things easier to bear- to accept help from those around you and becoming stronger in the process. A song about a sad truth with a hopeful ending.

Atem liked it, he liked it a lot.

He continued to watch the videos and was let down to find that there were only two more original songs by the band. The third was well done too, though Atem admitted that they didn’t capture his attention as much as the previous. It featured the band in steampunk style garb, standing on a stage as masked patrons in ballgowns danced in front of them (Atem knew he recognized said dancers as more ballerinas from the theatre), this song was more light in its beat, though he thought the lyrics alluded to the concept of liars and the masks they wore.

The final song opened with a heavy drum beat and sound effects from the turntables, the black and white camera blinking onto a shot of the drummer in some abandoned building. Water burst from the drums with every hit for even more dramatic visuals as the keyboard and guitars joined in. Then it cut to the singer leaning against a brick-walled alley, still in black and white and the voice Atem was beginning to know well followed the instruments.

He liked the lyrics already, a poetic contrast to the almost upbeat rhythm. What piqued Atem’s interest most, however, was that it was a love song, the first romantic brand of tenderness he’d heard from the band so far.

Where the light shivers offshore

Through the tides of oceans

We are shining in the rising sun

As we are floating in the blue

I am softly watching you

Though, tender as it may be, he couldn’t say it was a happy love song.

Oh boy, your eyes betray what burns inside you

Atem felt something rake at his heart, a pull, the lyrics drawing him in, chest rising with an ache.

Whatever I feel for you

You only seem to care about you

Is there any chance you could see me, too?

'Cause I love you

Is there anything I could do

Just to get some attention from you?

In the waves, I've lost every trace of you

Where are you?

At one point the camera lingered on the singer’s face, eyes pleading and hands splayed in a gesture as if to pull the viewer closer in a desperate embrace. Atem didn’t even realize he was leaning forward until he was at the edge of the seat. If he were a romantic, he might liken the vocalist to a siren, drawing him in with gravitating lyrics.

Whispers are wasted in the sand

As we were dancing in the blue

I was synchronized with you

But now the sound of love is out of tune

Atem had to actively tell himself to sit back in his seat as the chorus came again, though his eyes never left the screen, even as it flashed between all the members in various forsaken settings. It had been a long time since a song made it feel actual heartbreak, made him hang on each pleading lyric.

Not only that, but even as the song began its ending crescendo, Atem’s mind was compiling some violin chords that would slip into the song perfectly. It had been even longer since he wanted to add his own music to a song.

Atem had to give the song one more listen, this time closing his eyes and getting even more lost in the beats and words. Again he had to tell himself not to go for a third listen and moved on to the band’s cover videos. Though, he was momentarily distracted by Bastet as she hopped onto the couch, demanding cuddles and pets by shoving her tail in his face. He obliged, letting her fall asleep on his lap as he flipped through the band’s cover songs, ready to hear more from them.

Most of them featured the players standing in their venue from the first video, which made sense since recording in that simple location allowed the band to pump out videos faster. He liked the diverse array of covers, some were of pop songs, others of rock and metal, and even one rap song. The band made each cover their own, with that unique array of instruments that made Atem endeared to the band.

His favorite covers had to be the ones of Studio Killers’ “Jenny” and “Through the Fire and Flames” by DragonForce.

The metal song was the only one that had someone other than the lead guitarists singing. Atem understood why, the guitar chords were brutal- and the vocalist was playing them like an expert! Again, Atem was impressed, not just anyone could play the strings like that. Instead Yugi sang, belting his little heart out with some decent talent in singing. Atem may have had the deeper voice, but Yugi pulled off the metal style well. Atem then felt bad for not recognizing the bass player’s skill until the near end of the song, and promised to rewatch the video later to fully appreciate how well the brunette played the bass chords.

Jenny was one of the few covers that got a better video and again, Atem found himself interested and surprised, but for an entirely different reason this time. Although the song was about a lesbian crush, the couple acting out the video were two men: Yugi and the blond drummer. Atem found himself smiling when the video ended with the two men kissing in front of a sunset, Yugi having to pull down the taller boy by the collar of his shirt. The song itself was impressive as well, it was undoubtedly a rock version of the pop song, but it still had that upbeat, almost bubbly quality to the music.

That video was also the first that had the band members speaking to the viewers at the end, all five of them sitting on a couch and smiling brightly at the camera. They explained that the video was made for pride month and that they hope to someday donate all the ad revenue of the video to LGBT charities, once their videos started making money in the first place, that is. Unfortunately, (though not to his surprise) that video had the most amount of dislikes, and Atem found himself leaving a string of heart emojis in the comments just to counteract the negativity- and Atem never used heart emojis.

Before he went on to the other videos, the vlogs, Atem paused the playlist and leaned back on his couch, a string of thoughts taking him over as Bastet purred and stretched out to lay on his chest.

He liked the band.

He liked their style, their diversity and unique form, their creativity, and so far he liked the actual members too. He liked all of it a lot. If he were to ever put his original music out there, he knew it would be with a band like this.

Atem believed in fate, so, had he and Yugi met for a reason?

Atem pressed play on the first band vlog video, making his final decision as he petted the purring cat resting on his chest. So long as these more personal vlogs didn’t tarnish his view of the members, he’d speak to Yugi the next day.

#atem x reader #yami x reader #yugioh x reader #Yugioh Band AU #Atem #yami yugi #band AU #series: a thousand songs

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thorne93 · 4 years ago

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The Stars Made Us (Part 12)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2671

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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“Y/N,” Charles started but you just glared at him before holding a finger up to silence him. Once you got it ordered you stuffed your phone back in your purse.

“Y/N, please, I didn’t mean to slip up about the move,” he tried again.

“We’ll talk about this when we aren’t on my parents front yard,” you responded with a calmed anger.

Pretty soon, an uber was there to pick you up and take you to your home. You didn’t look at Charles once and you wondered if he was reading your mind. He promised he never would, but you two hadn’t argued like this before.

Your luggage was set down and you were well prepared to just start boxing up what you could when Charles spoke again.

“Please talk to me. You said we would talk about it later,” he begged.

You slammed the books that you’d pulled off your shelf on the table. “I asked you to do one thing! One thing! They were already upset. We could’ve salvaged it. But you had to open your big mouth.”

“It wasn’t on purpose! Besides, maybe if you had told your parents where you were and that we were coming it wouldn’t have been such a bomb to drop on them,” he countered.

“This is somehow my fault now?”

“No it’s not your fa--”

“It’s somehow my fault that you decided to throw the world’s biggest pity party and completely eradicate me from your life.”

“I didn’t eradicate you, I thought about you every day,” he argued through clenched teeth.

“What a nice sentiment,” you hissed. “Did me a lot of good while I worried day and night if you were dead or alive!”

Charles put his fingertips on his head before taking a deep breath. “Fine. You’re right. This isn’t your fault. Not alone anyway. I should’ve never cut you out the way I did, and you should’ve told your parents where you were and that we’d sorted our troubles out. Otherwise I look like the bad guy who fooled their daughter into loving him.”

You wanted to argue. You were so mad. At Charles for what he did, for what he said, and at your parents for not just listening to you. Why didn’t they just trust you? You sighed internally. Because they didn’t know him like you did. Sure, you could explain all of his powers, all of the troubles he faced, all of the loss he’s had but couldn’t they just trust you? Charles didn’t need to be exposed and exploited like that just so your parents would understand he’d never do anything like that again.

But you knew that he was right. Maybe if you’d called a month ago and explained everything, or at least told them he had a really rough year, they’d be more supportive of this. But as it stood, they only saw a man that hurt you deeply, and that you were perhaps too young or too love struck to see that he was really a charlatan, someone not to be trusted. Someone who would hurt you again.

Like your dad said, this wasn’t some silly high school break up. You’d put all romance on hold, saving everything for Charles, the day you’d finally meet. He was your boyfriend, your longstanding love. So when he stopped responding, it was almost as bad as a divorce. A once integral part of your day had disappeared without a trace and no way for you to know why or how it had happened.

But now he had no way to close you out. It would all be different now. If only you could make them understand.

With that, hot tears streamed down your face and Charles rushed to envelope you in his arms. “There, there. It’ll all be alright,” he assured.

You started to pull away. “I have packing to do,” you said through the lump in your throat.

He tugged you back against him. “No, you don’t. You have to meet with your landlord and the realtor tomorrow. I’ll get this all boxed up for you while you’re gone. But right now you’re upset. I am sorry for what I said, truly. It was a stupid mistake. As far as your parents, we’ll get them to come around. You’re they’re only daughter. They love you and they’ll understand in time that things happen in relationships.”

“You sure?” you asked, pressing your face into his shoulder.

“I’m positive,” he insisted, rubbing your back. “Why don’t you give me a grand tour to take your mind off things?”

You nodded, stepping away to wipe your nose and face. “Well, this is the kitchen,” you said, walking into the open area behind the counter. “Not much to see except a mixer. I’ve got a truck load of pots, pans, molds, and baking supplies though,” you said as you walked to the pantry. When you opened the doors you heard Charles gasp.

“That is a hell of a lot of kitchen utensils. I’m not sure we’ve got the room.”

You smiled. “I’ll make room.”

“This is your...office, I suppose?” he asked, gesturing to the dining area. The dining area was actually just a small breakfast table next to a large built in book case. The table was littered with books and notebooks. “I took you to be a lot more organized than this,” he tsked.

“Oh, well excuse me for not having maids,” you retorted, making a sour face.

He laughed. “Touchy, touchy. And the bedroom?”

“Are you trying to be clever?” you asked with a cocked brow.

“No, but if it’s working, I’m certainly happy to be of service.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not. Let me show you the bathroom. I redid it myself,” you boasted, taking his hand and leading him all around. You showed him every room, and he often asked about unique items you had. You showed up your patio and yard, sharing times you’d sat out there for hours sending him text messages. Every room, every foot was a memory soaked in Charles’s presence, whether he knew it or not.

By the end of the evening, you two had fallen asleep in each other’s arms on top of the blankets in your room -- soon to be your old room.

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You stirred when the sun hit your eyes. You forgot to draw the shades closed last night. When you began to move, it woke Charles who groaned in the most adorable way.

“Good morning,” you greeted in a warm voice.

“Mmm, morning.” He rolled and kissed your head. “You ready for your day?”

“I will be after six more hours of sleep,” you moaned, rolling into him. How magically blissful it was to wake up next to him.

He chuckled. “I guess we should start the day,” he suggested, reluctance in his voice.

“You’re right.” And so the two of you got up, you grabbed a shower and Charles got dressed. While you were getting ready, you went over the plan for the day. “Okay, so I’m going to meet with the realtor, then I have to go meet my landlord -- shoot that reminds me I need to grab some boxes to box up my office. I’ll have to run and do that too.”

“And while you’re gone, I’ll box up the house,” he noted.

“Thanks.”

“Any preference? Would you like all fragile things in one box, or how do you like it?”

“However you think is best. I think I'd prefer to keep all the stuff organized by room.”

“I’ll try my best,” he offered and you smiled at him in the mirror as you curled your hair and he began to brush his teeth.

Once you two were all ready, you began your day. Charles started in the room you had the least amount of stuff in - the dining room. It was a dining table and a small chest filled with recipe books. You met with your landlord first for the office. You gave him the date you’d be gone and you two revised the lease agreement. Your lease wasn’t up for another few months but because you’d been a great tenant, he decided to let you close the agreement for the end of the month.

After that, your stop was the realtor’s and she said she needed to come see your home.

When you got home, Charles had only gotten one room completely packed and had started on the living room.

“Ugh,” you groaned. “I really need to go through all this stuff. I’d hate to pack it, just to find out I need to throw it away when it gets there.”

“We can always go through everything together,” he suggested.

“Actually, we need to clean. The realtor is coming over to give me a loose appraisal,” you sighed. “Guess we should order pizza and get started. I’ll start throwing stuff out tomorrow,” you conceded.

Charles nodded and you two began cleaning the kitchen like crazy.

The night drug on, and around 11 pm, you finally called it quits. You’d scrubbed, brushed, dusted, mopped two rooms. The rest would have to wait until the morning.

So it did.

The next morning, you spent all day cleaning until the realtor arrived at 5, did a thorough walkthrough, showed you comparable homes in the area, then discussed how she worked. Once you agreed on a list price and her commission, she said she’d get the papers to you tomorrow. At that point, you began to go through old files in your office and books. You were surprised at how much you actually threw away.

The next day, the realtor and your landlord had their paperwork ready to be signed. You headed into the city to sign the documents and box up your office.

Shortly after you left though, Charles had a thought. He ordered an uber and took it all the way to your parents house.

When he arrived, he wasn’t entirely sure what he’d say. He had planned part of it, he’d been thinking about what to say ever since your parents had shown their disapproval. He’d practiced several speeches, gone over many mock conversations in his head, but now that he stood on the doorstep, he wasn’t sure anything he said would be right, or if he should even be here.

He wondered that too -- if he was overstepping a boundary, talking to your parents when you hadn’t asked him to, but he knew how close you were to them and he didn’t want to see that end just because the two of you were in love. He felt he had a duty to try and mend things, make them understand if he could.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. When they answered, they weren’t overly hateful or cruel, but they weren’t exactly thrilled either.

“Charles?” your mother, Tracy, greeted. “Where’s Y/N?” she asked, poking her head out a bit to peer around.

“She’s not here, Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s just me. I was wondering if we could talk?” he inquired. He desperately wanted to use his powers but invading your parents privacy like that to gain an edge in this dispute felt wrong on many levels. No, he needed to fight this battle fair and square.

Tracy eyed him up and down curiously before glancing to her husband, Frank. He bobbed his head side to side, falling into submission. She nodded and opened the door wider and stepped back to let Charles in.

“So where is Y/N?” Frank asked, crossing his arms.

“She’s signing papers. Putting the house up for sale and releasing her office.”

“Ah,” Frank said, nodding his head in disbelief. “So why are you here?”

“If I may,” he offered, gesturing to the living room. The two of them nodded before leading him to the sitting area. He sat on the chair and they sat adjacent to him on the couch. “I...love your daughter. I know what I did was...awful. To be honest, I haven’t forgiven myself for how I treated her. She didn’t deserve that, at all.”

“No, she didn’t,” Frank agreed quickly and harshly.

“I lost a dear friend. A girl I grew up with. She’s really like a sister to me, she was raised with me, my parents took her in when she had nowhere to go. She and I had an argument, a rather nasty fight, and she left with another man I called friend. I haven’t heard from them in over a year. On top of that, I started a school for special children, at my home. I completely renovated it to function as a school and boarding home. Only, after a semester I was met with so many threats and opposition, I had to close down the school, for the safe and sake of the children.”

Your parents shifted uncomfortably as they listened.

“On top of this, I was paralyzed. The friend that took my sister away… he accidentally shot me in the back, and left me paralyzed. I was only able to cope with the pain through a strong drug a very dear friend of mine created -- he’s a scientist, you see. He’s an engineer, a biochemist, he can do anything. He created a serum that helped me to walk and not feel pain, but my other… motor functions weren’t as good, my mind would be a bit foggy. So I could either be in pain, but have mental clarity, or numb it, as best I could. I chose to numb it, to numb out everything I’d lost. I have other friends who were lost to tragic accidents. I’m not asking you to give me an excuse. I don’t deserve one. Y/N deserved the truth. I should’ve told her that I was in a dark place and that it would be best if we didn’t talk. Honestly, sometimes I think if I’d just reached out to her, she would have saved me from myself, but I didn’t. I reclused into myself. I was a very, very depressed person and didn’t want to bring her down with me. I supposed that when I got better, I’d contact her and tell her everything… but I never got better. As time went on and I didn’t hear from my sister or my friend, I just got worse. I sunk into a hole that was...very hard to get out of.”

“That’s all very sad,” Tracy offered, “but you hurt our daughter very deeply.”

“I know,” he agreed softly. “I just want you to know it wasn’t intentional.”

“Intentional or not,” Frank began, “she reached out several times. She showed us she did, and you couldn’t even send her a message back.”

All he could do was shrug. “As I said, I was in a dark place. However, I was also in a place to do it. She didn’t know my name, who I was, or how to contact me other than by text or email. It was easy to keep her away, to keep her at bay. But now, she knows me, I know her, and I can’t imagine life without her. I will do everything I can to make her as happy as she can possibly be,” he vowed.

Tracy and Frank glanced at each other.

“I don’t want Y/N to get hurt, but as long as she’ll have me, I’ll be there for her, by her side. It’s where I belong. The universe put us together for a reason,” he pleaded.

However, they remained silent. Steadfast in their opposition of the relationship.

“Just… something to think about. I’ll leave you to it. I’m sorry to interrupt your day,” he softly apologized as he stood. Tracy nodded and stood to show him to the door while Frank seemed to stare into nothingness.

Charles had no idea if his words had any affect on them. He could have probed their mind but he felt that violated too much of their privacy. He wanted to do this the honorable way.

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okskz · 5 years ago

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Got Your Back.

Elsy + Chan

elsy and chan have always been great friends since their trainee days, so chan comes to her for some advice.

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[8th Member of Got7]

Elsy was currently by herself in the practice room, everyone else long gone, leaving her alone. She decided to stay back a bit and rehearse more of the choreography and mainly because she didn’t feel like going home just yet.

She was dancing the choreography as she looked at herself in the mirror. At times she would stop herself to correct what she did wrong. And as she continued to do so, the door to the practice room slightly opened.

Elsy stopped her movements when Chan’s head popped out from the door, giving her a shy smile and wave. “Hey, I saw that you were in here so I wanted to stop by.” He said, biting the inside of his lip. “You got a minute?”

Nodding her head, Elsy stopped the music, motioning for Chan to come in. “Yeah, what’s up?”

The two sat on the couch, Elsy resting her head on her hand as she faced Chan. From hearing him sigh, Elsy could tell whatever he had to say was serious.

“Something bothering you?”

“It’s honestly this whole Mia situation. I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, are you talking about that article that came out yesterday?”

Chan sighed, nodding his head. “I know for a fact Mia didn’t do it. If anything, she was the one who came home the other day drenched in coffee.”

“Hmm.” Elsy hummed.

“And this isn’t the first article written about her, there was one before this and I don’t think this will be the last.”

“Sounds to me that Mia might have an anti.”

Chan looked at Elsy in shock but then began to think some more.

“I mean, how ironic that Mia comes home drenched in coffee then a few days later this article comes out? Trust me, I’ve been in this business a little longer than you guys have. I’ve seen it all.”

Chan continued to stay quiet, rethinking everything that has been going on so far. As he did that, Elsy continued to speak.

“Has she come to you about anything?”

Chan mentally winced at Elsy’s question. “No.” He scratched the back of his neck, nervous to what he was going to say next. “She’s actually not really speaking to me right now.”

Elsy furrowed her eyebrows at him as she got confused. “What do you mean? Why isn’t she talking to you?”

Chan threw his head back, looking straight forward instead at Elsy, knowing she’ll only make him intimidated by her. “I kind of lashed out on her.” He mumbled, but Elsy understood very well what he had said.

“You what?!” She yelled smacking him on his arm. Chan winced, grabbing onto it. “Why the hell would you do that to my girl?!”

“I didn’t mean to! I was stupid to believe that dumb rumor.”

“That, you are right. What exactly did you say though?”

Chan stayed silent again, debating if he wanted another punch to the arm.

“Don’t stay silent now! Tell me!”

“Okay, okay! I kind of just threw her whole stalker situation in her face- ow!”

“Bang Chan! Why would you do that!? It’s not her fault that she has a stalker. Wow, I cannot believe you.” Elsy shook her head.

“I know! I just felt so heated at the moment and lashed out on her.” Chan mumbled the last few words when noticing Elsy’s intense stare.

“Listen! I feel awful about it, and this isn’t the first time I’ve lashed out on her- please don’t hit me.” He grabbed ahold of his arm when Elsy’s eyes grew wide. “... it was kind of a similar situation.”

“Bang Chan.” Elsy said sternly. “Please give me a very good reason as to why you tend to lash out on Mia over something like this.”

Chan let out another sigh, turning his head to face Elsy. “Mia is... she’s special, one of a kind. When I was bringing my group together I knew I was missing something and when I landed my eyes on Mia, I knew it was her. She brings something different to the group, and she may not know that. She’s incredible at what she does. You can even say, she’s the full package. If she were missing, it would have an impact on the group.”

“That still doesn’t give me your point-“

“I’m getting there.” He interrupted. Elsy sat quietly again, hearing everything Chan had to say. “When I asked her to be in the group, she was hesitant, she kept asking me all these questions and such. She was already in a girl group and she practically threw all that away when saying yes to me.”

“Basically what I’m trying to say is, Mia is truly a great person that I don’t want her having doubts of being in this group. From the moment I put her in the group, I did everything I could in order for her to feel comfortable and to not have any regrets. And I guess the reason why I tend to lash out on her is because even I know, Mia could do so great if she was a solo artist or be in a different group because she is that amazing and she can shine brighter. She doesn’t need us.” Chan could feel himself choke up at the end of his words. “And I’m scared of losing her.”

“Chan, listen to me. Mia is a great person, so I completely see where your worries are coming from. But I know she loves you and this group so much, so you don’t need to worry. If she had some type of doubt, don’t you think she would have left a long time ago? She’s still here, she’s happy, I know she is, she tends to have the biggest smile on her face every time she talks about you guys. Chan, you guys are her everything. She has told me this.”

Elsy saw a single tear slip down Chan’s face in which she wiped away with her thumb. “You’re not going to lose her.”

“But I will tell you one thing, and I need you to really listen.”

Chan looked at Elsy silently, nodding his head for her to continue.

“Stop lashing out on her, she does nothing wrong. She already has a stalker, and maybe now an anti and that’s a lot to go through mentally. The last thing she wants is for her own leader to turn against her. She needs you, just like you need her. So get your shit together and go fix it between the two of you.” Elsy said, pointing her finger at the boy. She looked at him sternly as Chan nodded his head at every word she said.

“I’ll take your word. Thank you, Elsy.”

“Come here.” Elsy extended her arms, motioning for a hug in which Chan went in for. “We’ve been through thick and thin since we were trainees, you know I’ll always have your back.” She smiled.

“We’ve really been friends for such a long time, haven’t we?” Chan couldn’t help but smile as well, liking the warmth of Elsy.

“Uh huh.” Elsy nodded, breaking away from the hug. She checked the time on her phone, realizing it was getting late. “Oh man, I need to get home now.”

She quickly stood up and so did Chan. “Want me to walk you home?” Chan asked a little nervously.

Elsy smiled while shaking her head. “Thanks, Bang Chan, but no. I got it, plus you got some fixing to do.”

“Right.” Chan sighed. “Well, you text me when you get home, okay?” He closed the door to the practice room as the were out of it.

“Will do, tell me how everything goes.”

“Yes.” Chan nodded.

Elsy gave Chan one last smile before walking the other direction. Chan began walking as well until he stopped, looking back at Elsy once more. He softly smiled at her before she disappeared out the door.

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harrystyleswatermelon-sugar · 5 years ago

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The Wedding

I was on my way to the wedding; we all were invited to. Kate wasn’t a close friend of mine, but she invited me nevertheless. I met her a few years ago on Louis birthday party, she was his best friends’ fiancée and we met on several events afterwards. I like her, she is a sweetheart and I am flattered that she invited me.

The boys and I aren’t as close as we were during their last tour. I was their press agent and was nearly 24/7 around them. I know their quirks and habits, but I wouldn’t go as far, as saying we are friends. Occasionally we meet at events or one of them texts me and asks me how I am doing, but that’s rare. Nevertheless, I like all of them, especially because we are in the same age range and they were so much fun to work with. A handful, but always fun.

As I arrive by the venue, I get a little nervous, I haven’t seen the boys in so long. Maybe they don’t even remember me. I bet Harry does, though. We had a little something going on back in the days. He was really handsome and such a gentleman, we always tip toed around each other and when the last stop in Sheffield arrived and we all knew, they were going to be on an indefinite hiatus, we hit it off for three nights. It was unbelievable, I never met a man who could make me feel so good. He was the best in bed, I ever had.

And, to be honest, I couldn’t quite forget him. Now, nearly five years later, the boys all are successful solo artists and I was still hopelessly in love with the tall, dark haired musician. I don’t know, if the other band members were aware of our little fling, but honestly, I don’t even really care. I tug at my dress right before I enter the venue. Kate and her fiancée chose to get married in a small cathedral just outside of London.

I look at myself as I pass a full body mirror and decide to reapply my lipstick. I chose a berry lipstick, which goes really well with the colour of my dress. I step closer to the mirror and check my eye makeup, which I kept really natural. As I smudge the line of my lips with my fingers, so it won´t look too exact I hear someone saying my name behind me. I spot Niall in the mirror and turn around.

“Hey, how have you been, Y/N?” he asks, smiles widely at me and grabs me for a very tight, Irish hug. He smells like fresh linen and some cologne. Really good actually.

“Niall, good to see you. I´ve been great and you too, as I saw” I smile back at him, as he is holding me at my hips, to look at me.

“You look absolutely fabulous. I am so happy to see you, have you already seen one of the others?” he asks and I shake my head.

“No, but I just arrived. Maybe they are inside already” I suggest and he offers me his arm. I hook mine into his and let him walk me where the wedding will take place.

It is not hard to spot Harry amongst the people. He is one of the taller ones and I guess, where he is, is the rest of One Direction. We join them and Louis hugs me like an old friend.

“I was hoping, you would be here too. We really need to catch up” he says and I nod in agreement.

“I´d love that, Louis. Congratulations on becoming a dad…to both of you” I say to him and Liam.

“Thank you, honey” Liam says and hugs me too. Then they greet Niall and immediately I am confronted with Harry. He´s cut his long locks, I saw it in the news, but seeing now right in front of me…it is so weird.

“Hello, love. You look beautiful, stunning as always”, he smirks at me and as soon, as my eyes meet his green orbs, I know that this won´t be an easy evening. It won´t be easy to stay away from him and not to fall heavily in love with this man all over again. He looks so mature, his hair is not anymore short, but neither long. It has a soft wave and he looks just gorgeous in his beige suit, with the tanned skin.

“Thank you, Harry. You look very handsome yourself” I reply quietly and smile at him. He returns the smile, still holding me by my hands. His green eyes wander over my face and my body and I am flushed by memories.

Flashback

“You were great, all of you. I got a good video for your accounts, just gonna edit it real fast. We´ll meet at the hotel” I say right before I leave the boys in their dressing room.

At the hotel, I start editing the video I did. It will be one of their last ones. As I am nearly finished, I hear a knock on my door and get up. I have already changed into my PJs and ask through the door:

“Who is it?” I hear a familiar husky voice answering

“Me” I sigh and open the door just a little bit.

“What is it, Harry?” I say and look at him. His hair is still damp from the shower, he just took. His eyes are piercing and I can´t tell what it is, but he seems a bit different.

“Can I come in? I really need to speak to you” he requests from me and I roll my eyes at him. I am not really annoyed, more nervous. We were teasing each other for weeks, trying to stay away from another and yet always looking out, where the other one was. The butterflies in my stomach flutter heavily and I open the door more, for him to come in.

“Nice PJs” he says and I snort as a response. Really, he comes here late at night and tries to make fun of my favourite PJs? He walks past me and flops himself on the couch. I have absolutely no clue, what he could want.

“So?” I ask and cross my arms in front of my chest, mostly because I have no bra on. He takes a deep breath and looks at me.

“Only two shows left, right? After that we will probably won´t see each other again, right?” he asks and I nod. What was this man up to? He gets up and comes closer, his eyes not leaving mine.

“Well…since we are equally attracted to each other…we should take this last chance, we have” he says quietly and I look him in the eyes. Is he joking? Is he not?

“Wait…what? You serious?” I ask breathless and he nods.

“Positive, I don’t know what it is about you, but you drive me crazy. I want you; I really do and I am not going to do nothing and regret it later…do you?” he grabs my hips and pushes me against the door behind me. Oh. My. God. I can see every speckle in his green eyes, the light stubble on his cheeks and I can smell his shower gel, he just used.

“No…no I don’t” I answer and crash my lips on his. The kiss is steamy and wild, our tongues fight lovingly against each other and we just break it shortly, to get rid of our shirts. Right after that, he is all over me with his hands and lips and I don’t complain. Who would ever complain to be touched by Harry freaking Styles?

Present

“You okay? You seem a bit…distracted” he asks me and smiles knowingly. I feel my palms getting sweaty and pull my hands out of his. Embarrassing.

“Yeah, I´m fine” I answer and turn around, just to face Niall grinning at us.

“What?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“Nothing, come on. Let´s find our seats” Louis says and gets us out of this weird situation. I am very thankful and he smiley at me. Knowing, that this was going to be a bit uncomfortable.

We eventually find some free chairs and sit down. My place is between Liam and Harry, he was quite clever and managed to get the chair beside me. I can´t focus on this ceremony with him so near. I smell his cologne and I can feel his touch. His complete side is pressed against mine and I literally have trouble breathing. My heart is still racing and hammering against my chest and I try to keep my hands steady.

After the ceremony we congratulate the newlyweds and then move further onto the tables, where we eat and drink and party. I look around me and I am in awe, everything is beautifully decorated with flowers, white curtains and some balloons. Near the dance floor is a small band and I can spot the buffet right at the other side of the room. All the tables are round and nicely decorated. I really hope, we all sit together, but I don’t know where she would have put us instead. Especially me. I know no one except from the boys.

We ask one of the waiters at the door, where our seats are and he shows us, after we named him our names. We do sit together.

Harry sits across from me, I can´t really see him through the flower bouquet on the table, but I am not mad at that. His gaze would have been too distracting and nerve-wracking. I sit between Niall and Louis and they have one laugh after another, when they make silent jokes about the speeches, which are held.

After dinner, when the newlyweds are going to have their first dance, we all gather around the dance floor. It is rather emotional and I try to not shed a tear, as they look each other in the eyes, hold onto one another tight and are all lovey-dovey and smiley. I try to inconspicuous wipe away a tear, but I notice that the boys all see it.

I am nearly 30 and I have still not managed to find the one…honestly, I haven’t had a date, since I was with Harry. I just fell so hard for him during these three nights with stolen kisses and great sex, cuddles and a lot of laughter, that no one could touch my heart. No one did it like him, I am ruined for life. But it was worth it.

As they both finally kiss and everybody cheers, I smile happily for those two love birds.

“Everything alright, love?” Harry asks right next to my ear and I nod. I am not going to tell him, what I just thought, no way. He would laugh at me. Seriously.

“All unwedded women, gather please!” Kate shouts enthusiastically and I hide behind Niall. I don’t want to be there.

“Come on, you have to” Louis says and pushes me into the group of excited women and I frown. Great. I try to stand at the very end of those women and look like I don’t belong here. Well actually I really don’t belong here. Of course, her bouquet flies directly in my direction and as the women run to catch it, I step aside. Another young lady catches it finally and I let my breath out, shooting Louis a very angry look but he just smirks and winks at me. Idiot.

We sit together for hours, talking and laughing until Harry gets up and as I can see, he is a little bit tipsy.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks me and holds his hand nearly in my face. I look at him, unsure what to say. Ultimately my plan to stay away from him had worked, up to this point. I wasn’t expecting him to request a dance from me.

“Eh…yeah, sure” I answer shakily and get up. I grab his hand and he leads me to the dance floor. I can hear Louis sighing and hear him say:

“Finally, thought he would never make a move…” I look back at my friends and see them discussing, but as Harry pulls me closer, my attention is fully with him.

“Thanks for not letting me down” he says and smiles at me. He is quite a good dancer and I can feel his hand on my naked back, as he touches me lightly. He is so tall and handsome as hell, as Taylor Swift already said in her song.

“Sure, no problem…so how have you been?” I ask him and try to not be too nervous. He shrugs his shoulders.

“Really good, wrote two albums, made a film, I´m in a good place” he answers and I nod.

“Heard about the last album, it was full of sadness…I was a bit concerned about you, being not in a good place” I confess and look up into his green eyes.

“No worries, I am really good. Had a breakup to go through but I´m fine and happy now” I nod and look away. See? He doesn’t need me, he is happy. He had relationships.

“How..?” his voice is not too loud, I can´t properly hear him over the loud music.

“Sorry, what?” I say louder and he laughs, leads me outside the dance floor. I breathe deeply, enjoying the fresh air in my lungs.

“I asked and how about you?” he repeats his question as we walk a small path into the night.

“Oh, I´m good. I work for a small company in PR and love my job. It allows me to be at home more often” I answer and see him nodding his head. He tugs his hands in his pockets and stops suddenly.

“And…love?” his eyes search for mine, but I am very eager to not look at him. This time I shrug my shoulders at him.

“No one” I answer and leave it open if I mean at the moment or since we last met.

“I miss you; I miss us…” he says and I finally look at him. He seems sincere, but I mean can he really mean it? We weren’t really together, just for a couple of hours for three nights.

“Really? I mean…You can have pretty much anyone on this planet” I answer laughing, to hide my nervousness. He steps closer and takes my hands in his. Hopefully he doesn’t feel me trembling.

“Really. I have never felt anything else in my life, as when we were together for those three nights. Those were the best hours I ever had with a woman and I really would like to see…if we stand a chance in this crazy world. Together…if you want” he confesses and I can feel, that his palms get sweaty. I can see his pulsating vein on his neck and how he bites his bottom lip. I can´t believe it, he really feels the same as me? That’s insane.

“I´d very much like that. Trying…seems good to me. I couldn’t let anyone else near me…I compared them with you all the time and every single man lost…I am absolutely in love with you, Harry. Just to be clear” I finally confess and it feels so good. To finally say it and be free of this secret. He beams at me and now cups both my cheeks in his hands.

“And I am in love with you, didn’t want to scare you off. I think we are made for each other” he says and then he presses his warm, tender lips against mine. I put my arms around his strong shoulders and press my body against his. The kiss is full of desire and as I get on my tiptoes, he hugs me tighter and lifts me up. I laugh breathless and look into his beautiful eyes, caressing his cheek with my hand.

I am his and he is mine and maybe, we finally have found our match made in heaven. If we had talked years ago, we maybe would have figured this out but maybe we were just too scared, I don’t know. As I look into his eyes now, I am sure this is everything I was looking for my whole life. This is love.

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7-wonders · 5 years ago

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This Place of Wrath and Tears

Summary: Jim is missing, and nothing can prepare you for what you stumble upon in your quest to find him.

Word Count: 2024

A/N: Hey gang, this work falls in the Duncan Shepherd/Beauty and the Beast AU that I started a couple weeks ago. The “prologue” will be linked below. I would appreciate any feedback, including if I should continue this and what you want to see next. Thanks for reading!

Wilted Roses Smell Just as Sweet

The woods that you find yourself stumbling through are especially dark, enough so that you can’t see your hands in front of your face. Sticks snapping under your feet cause you to walk faster in the hopes that the animals calling to each other amongst the foliage won’t catch on that you’re not welcome here.

If you could have, you would have turned back around the moment the sun dipped below the treeline. But you can’t, not when Jim’s life is on the line. Of course, no one would have blamed you for not being able to finish this impromptu rescue mission. It’s not your fault that your best friend had to go and get himself in trouble when he was supposed to be on a solo photography trip. It’s entirely possible that Jim’s not even in danger; you have no concrete proof that he’s not, after all. The string of texts that you had received from him earlier, however, have left a sinking in your stomach unlike any you had ever felt before.

The Appalachians are beautiful, you can stand on a hill and see for miles!

Everything’s so clear out here, you would love it

Huh, just found a McMansion in the middle of the forest. Who would have thought the 1% hid out where even the moonshiners wouldn’t go?

It looks like it’s lived in...and the door’s unlocked

Holy shit, this is trippy

It literally looks like people just packed up and left, but there’s no mention of this house on any map I looked at

I think there’s somebody here

I don’t know, it feels like I’m being watched

I need to leave

That was the last text that you had received from him, and in the four hours since you had opened his message, he hadn’t responded to any of your calls and texts. This was extremely unlike Jim, who always made sure to respond to you. The perk of two best friends with abandonment issues is that the other is always hyper aware of how a lack of communication feels.

Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, you were only a couple of hours away from Jim’s last shared location on Find My Friends. Making a split-second decision, you had hopped in your car and started driving, eventually having to walk. Now, you could only hope he was safe, and that you would be safe once you found him.

The cold is beginning to stiffen your fingers, and you flex them uncomfortably to keep the blood flowing when a sudden break in the dense brush gives you a burst of much-needed hope. Peeking through, you’re delighted to see what could only be described as a McMansion. It’s absolutely huge, and it’s impossible to not wonder how construction crews managed to ferry the materials needed to build such a home in the middle of the overgrown woods.

You break into a sprint, dashing up the stone stairs to the oversized front door. It’s made of a dark wood, and your heart clenches in your chest when you notice claw marks on the surface. Checking your phone to make sure this is the same location that Jim’s phone last showed, you knock once, twice, three times before taking a step back.

The door creaks open, but there’s no face on the other side to greet you or ask what you’re doing at such an odd hour. Still, someone opened the door, and though the main lights are turned off, a dim light from inside beckons you in. Creeping into the home, you look around for whoever may have answered your call. You gasp in fear when the door closes behind you, grabbing your chest as if to stop your heart from racing away from you when you see that there’s nobody around.

“H-hello?” you stutter, cursing yourself for sounding like the protagonist in a B-rated horror film.

“It’s a girl!” Whirling around at the voice, your eyes search through the dimness to see who’s talking. Another voice shushes them, and the original whines, “sorry, I just got excited.”

“Um, I’m looking for my friend,” you try, turning around when you hear scuffling from behind you. “Jim Mason? He sent me some texts that had me really worried for him, and his phone said this was his last location.”

“I can help you.” This time, you’re sure you’re going crazy when you hear a voice. It sounded like they were right behind you, but spinning around reveals no one. At this point, you’re starting to get a little dizzy.

“Who’s there?” You don’t get an answer in the form of a response, only another door opening. “Do I--should I follow you?” Whatever, if you’re talking to air, you’re at least going to utilize it.

“He’s being kept in the basement!” The door that opened leads to stairs going down, so you assume that’s where you’re supposed to go. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you turn the flashlight on to keep from tripping and falling.

The basement’s even colder than the forest that surrounds it, your breath coming out in visible puffs as you wrap an arm around yourself. “Jim?”

It’s silent for a long moment, and then you hear a weak cough from the other end of the dingy room. “(Y/N)?”

“Jim!” Any hesitancy towards the fact that your best friend is being held captive goes out the window upon hearing his voice, and you run towards him until your flashlight shines on his face.

You can’t help the gasp that escapes you at the sight of him. His lip is cut open, and his right eye is black and blue. His skin, which had been the same golden-bronze as always when you saw him last week, was ashen now. You fall to your knees in front of him, not even able to fully embrace him due to the cell he’s trapped in. You settle for grabbing his hands with yours, cringing at the iciness of his skin and hoping that some of your warmth transfers to him.

“You have no idea how glad I am to see you,” Jim says, wincing at the pain speaking puts on his cut. “I really thought I was going to die here since that--that thing took my phone from me and I couldn’t call for help.”

“We share our locations with each other, remember?”

“Oh thank God for that.”

“I have to get you out of here.” You stand up, begrudgingly letting go of Jim’s hands to look for a lock. “What did you mean when you said ‘that thing’ took your phone? Like, this is some psycho who likes to lure people into his house and lock them in his basement?”

If it’s possible, Jim manages to look even more pale. “I...whatever it was that dragged me down here, it wasn’t human. It was like a giant wolf, but it talked like a normal person. I’ve never seen anything like it, and frankly I hope I never have to see anything like it again.”

“Are you sure you don’t just have a concussion? I mean, monsters, that’s a little…”

“I know it sounds crazy (Y/N), believe me, but I’ve never been so sure of something before.”

“Okay, it’s okay Jimmy, I believe you.” You resort to calling him by his nickname to calm him down, smiling at him reassuringly while fishing two paper clips out of your backpack. “Aha! I knew they were hiding somewhere in there.”

“Oh fuck yeah, your hoarding habits are actually helping!”

“Funny,” you say with a look that conveys how not funny he is. Straightening out the small pieces of metal, you go to work at picking the lock a la Nancy Drew. Jim watches your hands as they twist and turn, listening closely to try and hear the lock click. “I think I’ve almost got it.”

Your words, meant to reassure him, fall on deaf ears as Jim stares wide-eyed behind you. His mouth opens and closes, trying to find the words to call out to you, but you don’t notice. Only when a large hand, that looks almost like a paw, comes down on your shoulder and yanks you away from the cell does Jim manage to yell at you to “run!”

You fall against the cement floor, phone skidding across the ground until it’s too far from your grasp. Something moves in the shadows, deliberately staying cloaked among the dark to keep you from seeing the identity of whoever threw you down.

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out much stronger than it did when you first arrived at this manor, although that might be from the adrenaline.

“The master of the house,” someone says from next to you. Looking up, all you can see in the small beam of light that your phone is casting up is a pair of angry blue eyes, wild like you’ve never seen a person’s.

“I’ve come for my friend.”

“Your friend,” this person spits, the growling tone making you shudder, “was trespassing. Now he’s my prisoner.”

“You can’t keep him locked up here, that’s cruel and illegal!”

The figure chuckles darkly, their eyes pinned to you as they move away from the light. “This situation defies the binds of normal society.” You have the feeling he’s not just talking about locking Jim up.

“(Y/N), please go. I’ll be fine here, I promise.” Jim looks so sincere that you almost believe him.

“No, Jim. You’ve been doing so good in your recovery; I’m not going to let you throw that support system away due to some psycho keeping you locked in their basement!”

Jim had been completely clean for 293 days now, which was the longest he had been sober since he began abusing drugs and alcohol as a teenager. You were insanely proud of him, having dealt with some of his worse relapses in the years that you had known him. Still, you know how precarious sobriety is for a recovering addict, especially in the first year, and how vital a routine and good support from doctors is to maintaining that. You can’t let him lose this battle, not after he’s worked so hard.

“You said he’s your prisoner? Like, this is his punishment for trespassing?” The shadow hums their confirmation. “Then...then let me take his place. Let me serve his sentence.”

“What?” Jim cries in disbelief. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’re thinking the same thing. This is stupid and beyond dangerous, but it’s the only chance Jim has of getting out of here alive.

“I’ll be fine, Jim. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“You...you would do that? Take your friend’s place, just like that?” Jim’s captor says like they can’t believe anyone would ever do such a thing.

“If I did, you promise that you would let Jim go?”

“Yes, your friend would be free to leave.”

“And how long were you planning on keeping him here?”

There’s a long silence before you receive an answer. “Four months.” The voice is tense, although you’re not sure why. After all, you’re the one who’s about to be the prisoner here.

“Alright then, I’ll take his place.” You deliberately block out Jim’s shouts of protest as the shadow moves past you, keys jingling loudly when the cell gets unlocked. Jim crashes into you, your arms going around each other as you embrace.

“I’m going to get you out of here, (Y/N), I promise.” Jim is dragged away from you by the collar of his shirt, your grip on him being no match for the strength this creature possesses.

“No, wait! At least let me say goodbye.” The shadow ignores you so well, it’s as if you don’t even speak.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you! And when I do, I’ll beat this motherfucker to a pulp!” You laugh bitterly through your tears as you watch Jim disappear around the corner. The gravity of the situation begins to hit you, and you breathe out heavily while you wonder if you just signed your own death warrant.

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