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multistan-kpopwritings · 3 years ago

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I'm Never Leaving

➟ pairing(s): Exboyfriend; Jae Beom and Reader

➟ genre(s): Angst... maybe? Cute Fluff

➟ word count: 2.2K

➟ warnings: Jerk ex boyfriend

You sat down at your kitchen table and set your laptop up to finish some work. As you looked over a sales report, your laptop began to signal someone was calling you on Skype. You would typically decline the call this late; however, the name caught your attention. It had been at least 2 years since you've heard from your ex. You battled with the decision to accept the call. Sadly, curiosity got the best of you and you did accept.

"Wow, hi Y/N," Luke, your ex said, "I have to admit I wasn't expecting you to accept." He smiled that old smile at you and ran his hands through his hair. You smiled and studied his face. In the last two years, he hasn't changed much. His hair was longer, but he still wore band t-shirts and a leather jacket. You'd be willing to bet he had those ripped jeans and biker boots too.

"That makes both of us," you admitted, "What's up?" You wanted to get straight to the point. He laughed and rested his arms on the surface in front of him.

"That's my Y/N," he grinned, "Always so serious."

His words made you mad. Was mad even the right word? Maybe angry, furious, infuriated, irate, or raging would have been more appropriate. How could he say you were 'his' after the way he threw you away like trash, with such little disregard.

You always had a rocky relationship with Luke. There were always kind words, then side glances with jealousy, fighting, and then make-up sex. You never knew where you stood in the relationship. Calling it a relationship was even a stretch. If you spent the night at his place, he was always careful to make sure he got you out before his roommates were up. He held all the power and loved to remind you. The last few months of the relationship seemed like a dream. Luke was kinder and more considerate. You craved something more from him, and it seemed like you were finally getting it.

The final straw was the morning after a party his friend threw. You spent the night so you didn't have to drive home so late. When you woke to leave in the early morning hours, Luke reached for you and asked you to stay. Your heart finally let go and you thought it was something special. Ha, right.

It was about 8:30 that morning when you woke again. Silently, you went to the kitchen for breakfast. His roommate, Josh, was already in there. He smiled at you after taking in your appearance.

"I wondered if one of you would be in here soon," he commented. He waved a spoon at you. "I'm glad this is becoming more of a regular thing. I like having you around." He returned to his cereal. "I didn't think he would settle down. You're good for him." You smiled to yourself and grabbed a bowl. The sound of Luke's bedroom door announced he was awake.

Luke dragged himself to the table and sat down. He was not a morning person. You instinctively grabbed a coffee mug and poured a cup. You knew he liked black coffee, so setting the mug in front of Luke, you kissed his cheek. There was no thank you, just a groan of annoyance.

You sat between the two men and took a few bites of your cereal. "Hey Luke," you began, "Do you think you could stop by my apartment today and help me move some furniture?" He glared at you over the mug and snorted.

"You don't think I could have just one day for me," he growled. The tone of his voice made you shrink back. He didn't remove his eyes from you.

"Sorry," you whispered, "I didn't think it would take so long." You got up and placed your bowl in the sink and walked back to the bedroom. You couldn't understand what you said to trigger that response.

"Dude," Josh scolded, "Harsh. You don't need to talk to her like that."

"I'll say what I want, how I want," Luke scoffed, "Not like she's my girlfriend." Those words sliced right through your chest. You leaned against the closed door and squeezed your eyes shut.

"You're such a dumbass," Josh hissed, "What if she hears you? Can't you give her a little respect?"

"Respect? Why? She doesn't respect herself," Luke reasoned, "Why should I? It's not like she'll leave me for someone else." That was all you needed to hear. He was right.

You quickly dressed and grabbed your keys. You tried and failed to fix your makeup that streaked your face from last night. Taking a steadying breath, you opened the door and made your way through the apartment with your head held high to the elevator; however, the sounds of Luke calling your name were hard to resist. It took all your energy to not turn and give in. He wanted to see respect, this was it. Until the elevator doors closed, then it was a mess. You barely made it home before you slid down the door, sobbing.

It took some time for you to realize you made the right decision, but you took new skill classes to keep you busy and dove headfirst into work. It was about a month before you were rewarded by fate. You were offered a new position in another country. Your supervisor had noticed how your work improved and felt you would be a valuable resource when opening this new branch.

For a few weeks, once a week Luke would stop by. He'd bang on the door and demand you answer, or call you repeatedly and leave messages with I miss you or I'm sorry. You don't know how long he tried to contact you. Once you moved, you changed your phone number and deleted your social media.

Now here you were again, looking at the reason for your pain and misery, but also success and happiness. You shook your head at the man on the screen and sighed. "Like I said Luke, what do you need?" You repeated your question, slightly annoyed. You studied his face while he searched for words. It looks like he hasn't slept in a while and a few deep lines frame his eyes.

"I ran into one of your friends last week," he started, "I asked about you and had to see if what they said was true." His eyes met yours and he took a deep breath. "How's work," he questioned?

"Work is great," you smiled, "They put me in charge of the sales analysis team." If he spoke to your friend, you knew what was coming. He wasn't calling for small talk about work. As if on cue, you heard a set of keys in your door. Luke must have heard them too, he sat straighter in his chair and tried to tame his unruly hair.

"Hey dove," a deep mellow voice called, "Where are you?" You turned your head to the sound and smiled. Jae Beom appeared in the kitchen with two bags in his hands. "I knew you would have your nose in some report. I picked up your favorite take-out." He placed the bags on the counter and started looking for plates and utensils.

"So it is true," Luke spoke up, "This is him?"

Jae Beom spun quickly, he was surprised by another man's voice. He made his way to your side and tilted his head to the computer. He leaned close to your ear and whispered in Korean. "Who is this? Is he a colleague?" You cupped his face with your hand and kissed his lips softly.

"This is Luke," you replied in Korean. Jae Beom raised his eyebrows and glared at the screen. He knew the stories and hated this man without even knowing him. You squeezed his arm and assured him that this would be quick. He excused himself from the room but didn't go more than two steps from the threshold. He leaned against the wall just outside, intent to make sure this didn't get out of hand.

"You could have at least stuck to English," Luke scoffed, "That was rude." You rolled your eyes and laughed. "So that's your boyfriend, huh?"

"Not boyfriend," you corrected, "He's my fiancé." You flashed your ring to the camera. "He proposed last month." Luke chewed the inside of his mouth. He narrowed his eyes on you.

"I know you hate me," he started, "But you can't marry him. I made a mistake. I need you." Jae Beom heard these words and he almost charged in to break your laptop. Your voice stopped him before he made a mistake.

"You're kidding me right," you asked Luke, "Have you lost your mind?" You took a deep breath "I don't hate you," you paused, unbeknownst to you, both men stiffened, "I did, but not anymore." You tucked some stray hair behind your ear. "You hurt me so much, and with such ease. You took from me my self-worth and importance. I felt like I was nothing. After I left you, I was so broken and afraid of everything." You paused trying to find the right words.

Jae Beom closed his eyes and leaned his head on the wall again. He remembered when you were like that. He met you just a few months after you moved to Korea. You were so unsure of everything. It broke his heart to remember you like that.

"I had to pick myself back up and rebuild what you broke," you continued, "What I let you break. So, no, I don't hate you. I hate that I let you do it. That I wasn't strong enough to see that I was so much more." You looked in the direction Jae Beom left earlier. "You know," you smiled, "I should thank you. I thrived after you." You laughed again. "I can't even take all the credit for what I've become. Jae met me when I was broken and trying to piece it all back together." You smiled fondly, and little did you know so did Jae Beom. "He was patient, kind, thoughtful, and loving," you narrowed your eyes to the man on the screen, "Everything you weren't. He helped me without hesitation or expecting something in return. Because of you, I knew what love wasn't. Because of him, I know what it is."

Jae Beom's chest tightened. He wanted to run in and kiss you. You had become such a strong woman, and he loved you more each day.

"I was stupid," Luke admitted, "I should have been better with you. For you." He fiddled with his hands. "I just wanted to see if there was a chance for us again. I haven't found someone like you, ever. I miss you."

"I'm sorry, Luke," you said, "There is no us. There never was. It was only you and me. Never us. I'm going to marry Jae Beom, and there is nothing in this world that you can say to change my mind. I'm happier than I could ever imagine." Luke opened his mouth to object, but you cut him off. "Goodbye Luke," you said quickly, "I hope you find what you're looking for. With someone else, that is." You ended the call and closed the laptop. You crossed the room and finished grabbing the plates Jae Beom left behind.

"You can come back in," you called over your shoulder, "I know you're still there." You heard the soft footsteps approach you from behind, then the smell of sandalwood. You inhaled deeply and smiled. Jae Beom wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder, placing feather-soft kisses on your neck.

"Are you ok," he asked, "That must have been a surprise." You hummed as you set the plate on the counter. Spinning in his arms, you let him push you against the counter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer for a kiss on the lips. Then another on his nose.

"That was nothing," you said, "Just a bump in the road." Jae Beom pulled you closed and rested his forehead against yours. "I love you," you whispered, "So, so much." You rubbed your nose against him, giving a small giggle. "Are you hungry?" Jae Beom chuckled.

"I love you too, Dove," he murmured against your lips. He had your body pressed flush against his. His hands firmly gripped your hips. "Jump," he said firmly. Effortlessly, he guided you to sit on the counter in front of him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He slipped his hands under your shirt and rubbed small circles on your back.

"The food is getting cold," you giggled. He hummed as he pulled you in for a kiss again. He bit your lip between his teeth and growled. Your fingers tugged his hair and pulled his lips from yours. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pulled you off the counter. You squealed and held on to him tighter.

"It'll be ok," he laughed, "We can warm it up later." He peppered you with kisses. "I have a craving for something much sweeter." You groaned at his innuendo and faked a look of annoyance. He tsked at you as he kicked the bedroom door closed. He laid back on the bed, leaving you straggling his waist. "If you're not interested, I can let you go." He crossed his arms behind his head with a smug smile.

"Shut up," you slapped his chest, "I'm not going anywhere. Ever."

"Good," he smiled, "I wasn't letting go any way."

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missymurphy1985 · 4 years ago

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The Return

It's been 2 years since you were last in Dublin. 2 years since you up and left without warning, saying goodbye to your life there and restarting somewhere completely new. Sometimes, you have to go backwards in order to move forwards.

Requested by @noctvrnalmoth I hope you like it!

*Featuring Jim from the Delinquent Season*

Stepping off the train into the platform, you sighed. It all looked the same, and yet so different. Pulling the buggy open, you gently strapped your sleeping son in and made your way to the taxi rank, your suitcase trailing behind you. A kind lady helped you with your bags and waited with you for an available taxi.

"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders there, are you okay?" She sat next to you on the bench as your son murmured adorably in his sleep. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry..."

"No don't be sorry.. just been a long time since I came back here is all. Few loose ends to tie up." You glanced at your son's sleepy features as his eyes started to open. Beautiful, ocean blue eyes alongside his dark hair, growing more every day... The memories of that night flooding back before you took a large gulp of water from the bottle in your bag, forcing them back down. You'd done so well... 2 years and you'd built a new life in London. New friends, amazing new job allowing you to put that degree in marketing to good use - you were finally making a complete fresh start. But the secrets you had buried deep inside kept coming to the surface the more your son grew. He deserved to know his roots, who his father was, you knew that, but you couldn't do it.

Choking a tear back, you thanked the kind lady for helping you as a taxi pulled up and she helped you to get in.

Pulling up outside your cousin Natalie's townhouse in the city centre, she was waiting for you at the gate to help with Jackson and your bags. Grinning from ear to ear she pulled you in for a huge hug once you'd got inside and settled on her couch as Jackson sat in this new lady's lap tugging at her earrings.

"I can't believe I'm only just meeting him y/n.. he's the image of you!!" She kissed his cheek, bringing him up to look at him properly for the first time not over Skype.

"I never see it, I just see.... I just see him I guess..." You mind wandered to the man you actually saw, but you didn't let it slip.

"Those EYES!!! So blue and vibrant, just beautiful!" Natalie was swooning now, she'd never seen eyes that blue on a baby. Your eyes were brown, so he clearly inherited them from his father, although you had never revealed his identity - just a drunken one night stand and he wasn't involved. You weren't lying, technically...

After catching up properly, Natalie told you she'd planned a few people coming over to welcome you back that evening - nothing major, just a few friends from years ago that were keen to see you after so long away.

"Oh.. yes, that would be nice... Um, who's coming?"

"Well I think David and Amanda, possibly Caroline.. I think Liam is asking Jim too but I'm not sure if he's up for it - he's been through a tough time lately.." you caught a gasp in your throat at the sound of his name. Last you heard, through Natalie, he and Danielle were going through a rough patch. Cheating accusations on both sides, they'd agreed to a trial separation. "Apparently she isn't as broken hearted as once thought - already shacked up with someone new, fancy house on the coast, new Jag on the driveway, she's doing quite well for herself!" Your chin began to wobble, not unnoticed by Natalie, who placed Jackson in his bouncer on the floor and moved to place a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm fine Nat, honestly I'm good. It was a long time ago, things have changed. I'm not that silly little girl with a crush anymore..." Natalie looked into your eyes. Nothing ever got past her.

"Y/n.. when I said I'd never seen eyes that blue, I meant on a baby. Only one person I know has eyes like that, and I think you know too. Tell me the truth, please?" You were frozen, until tears escaped and you couldn't stop them. Jackson looked to see his mum crying and began crying too. Scooping him up, you held him close.

"It happened once... Just once Nat... And he doesn't know and he doesn't need to know, let's just leave it there, yeah?"

"What?? This is Jim's son? I was almost kidding y/n... How could you keep this from him for 2 years??" She was stood up now in complete shock. Jim wasn't just her friend, he was her husband's brother - this made things even more intense. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

"Please Nat... This wasn't easy okay? I was 21, I slept with a married man, and I got pregnant... Then mum died.. I had to go back to London to sort out the funeral and the will... I didn't want to be seen as the homewrecker that got herself knocked up..."

"And what about Jackson? Doesn't he deserve to know his father?"

"Of course... And he would.. when I was ready Nat. And I'm not ready..."

"Not ready for what?" Liam, Natalie's husband was stood in the doorway, as you heard the front door close. Now standing next to him was the man you were desperately trying to avoid... Jim stood behind him, eyes wide at the sight of you with a baby in your arms.

"Baby, we need to go pick up that delivery from the post office, remember the one we missed last week?" Natalie pulled a confused Liam out of the room, leaving his brother and you alone.

"Y/n... Hey.. um.. how are you?" You tried to smile in response but your heart was pounding in your chest, you could barely breathe.

"I.. yeah.. um, yeah I'm okay.." you glanced down at his hand.. the wedding ring was gone. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Olivia..."

"Probably for the best eh... We weren't exactly getting along, just stayed together for the kids I think. They're older now though, they're fine. Y/n.. where did you go? Why did you go?"

"My mum was ill... She'd had a stroke and they couldn't save her, I had to go... I just stayed.. and things happened.."

"You had a baby..." He looked at the little boy in your arms, feeling extremely nervous now. "He must be just over a year old, right?" You nodded.

"13 months.."

"And we... We had sex y/n.. the day before you left..." His own breath was faltering now as the dates in his mind started to catch up. Again, you nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. The realisation of what was happening dawned on Jim. He started to back away, before shaking his head and storming out of the house, the door slamming behind him making you and your son jump.

Your sobs came out in full force now, Liam and Natalie coming back into the room. Liam took Jackson into the kitchen to find him something to eat as Natalie held you.

"It's okay y/n... Give him time yeah? Poor guys just had the shock of his life, he'll come round." Your heart was sinking.. you hadn't meant for any of this to happen, but here it was. The memory of that afternoon had never left you, you hadn't even been able to move on - your son, for starters, looked just like him, how could you find love with anyone with the constant reminder of the man you'd never have around you 24/7.

Flashback

"I'm so sorry Jim, I didn't know who else to call..." You climbed into his car, cheeks burning as he picked you up from outside the pharmacy. You'd been walking along the road when a pothole in the pavement took you by surprise and you'd tripped, your ankle turning funny - the pain was horrific, but no one seemed to be answering your phone calls when you rang around for someone to come pick you up. Reluctantly, you'd dialled Jim's number, your cousin's brother in law. He'd given you his number the previous week, after offering to help you move into your new apartment later that month.

"No problem, I was just dropping the kids at school so I was only round the corner." He helped you into the car and drove you back to his house. "I figured your place is in boxes, no chance of a first aid kit either, I'm guessing?"

"No," You laughed. "Thank you so much.." you grimaced as you turned your foot round, trying to ease the pain.

"Definitely not broken, just need to rest it. I'll put the kettle on." Jim led you into the kitchen and sat you down at the kitchen table, and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. Lifting your leg onto the chair opposite, he placed the ice pack onto your ankle. "Feeling okay?" He asked, flicking the kettle on and preparing two mugs of coffee.

"Much better.. thank you." Definitely better.. the physical contact from him was driving you insane, you had to swallow the blushes in your cheeks, praying he hadn't noticed.

"I've only got instant coffee... Hope that's okay - Danielle won't let me buy a coffee machine." He rolled his eyes. His wife was one of the tightest women he'd ever met.

"It's fine, thank you.. and I honestly can't thank you enough for coming to get me.. I can't believe how clumsy I am!"

"Hey those pavements are a nightmare - I'm surprised no one's broken a leg yet! Don't you be moving now, I'll take you back home once that swelling has gone down."

"How did you know how to fix it all?"

"I have a son, y/n, who at one stage a few years ago thought he was an actual superhero and would fling himself off anything to check if he could fly.. you learn the difference between a broken ankle and a twisted one pretty quick!" He laughed, remembering the time his son climbed the tallest tree in the park, giving him a heart attack before throwing himself from the top - luckily Jim caught him before he hit the floor.

"I think it's better now, Jim, I can try and walk." You said, after chatting for a while in the large kitchen.

"Let me help you.." he held your hands and guided you upright, your chests now pressed together as you placed your foot gingerly on the floor, testing it's strength. Stumbling slightly, Jim caught you, your bodies now even closer together. You could feel his heart racing, could he feel yours? His hands wrapping around yours, holding you up, an arm snaking round your waist. You looked up and found him looking right back at you, your face inches from his. Before you had time to think, you kissed him, before quickly pulling back.

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh god.. no... I'm sorry..." He took your hand in his and pulled you back to him, pressing his lips back to yours. This time you didn't pull back, your mouth opening allowing his tongue to dance against yours. Lifting you up, he sat you on top of the counter, his hands roaming your body hungrily.

"I can't... I shouldn't..." He murmured against your neck, the vibrations driving you wild with need. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n..." He ground your hips against yours, you could feel his erection through his jeans as you reached down to cup it through them, kneading it slightly. He growled, pulling your hand up to his chest, his heart hammering underneath his shirt. "You feel that? Feel how fast that's going?" Silently you took his hand and placed against your chest.

"Feel mine...." You pushed his hand down lower.. over your breast... Down your stomach and under the waistband of your skirt. His fingers found your folds, and he gasped your name. "I'm wet... I'm so fucking wet..." Lifting your skirt up, he pulled your underwear down. You relieved him of his jeans and they fell to the floor, revealing no underwear, just his huge, hard cock already leaking.

"I see you are too..." You ran a finger along the slit, taking some of the precum and lifting it to your mouth. "You taste good..."

"You want this...?" He asked, lining himself up against you. You nodded, and he pushed in easily, you gasped his name and threw your head back as he filled you completely. Pulling on your hips, he rocked you against him as he moved his own hips back and forth, fucking you against the countertop. You legs wrapped round his waist as his thrusts came harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck... Right there... Jim... Oh god...." He bit down on your exposed neck, hands pushing against your still covered breasts, he moaned.

"Feels so good y/n... You feel so good... That's it baby, I need to feel you... Cum for me..." You leaned back, and eyes locked with his you drew a hand down to circle your clit as he moved inside you.

"Gonna make myself cum on you... Gonna cum hard for you... Faster Jim..." He pounded into you now, your moans echoing through the kitchen as you came over him, his release following seconds later. Both of you leaned your heads together as your worlds came back into focus.

Present Day

"Hey."

"Hey.." you'd agreed to meet Jim for a coffee a few days later. He'd called you the evening before, slightly tipsy which made you chuckle. Liam and Natalie were watching Jackson while the two of you caught up.

"How's the hangover?" You smiled, he grimaced.

"Well I've definitely felt fresher.. it was a bit of a shock y/n..."

"Listen.. for what it's worth.. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was pregnant until I was nearly 20weeks. With the stress of losing mum and the funeral, I hadn't had a period for a while but I thought it was just the stress.. then my friend convinced me to take a test and the doctors confirming it.. it was too late to do anything about it.. then I heard you and Danielle were trying for another baby and I just couldn't do it Jim.. I couldn't destroy your life like that.." your hands were shaking. He leaned over and took your hands in his.

"I understand y/n.. I do. I spent most of this week thinking about it. I don't blame you for what you did.. but I do wish you'd told me."

"I'd done enough damage Jim, sleeping with a married man? On his kitchen counter where he makes his kids breakfast? Where his wife makes her coffee in the morning? I couldn't face you.. I couldn't face what I'd done.."

"You know where my wife was, that morning?" He leaned back, smiling a little. "At her office, bent over the desk while her boss fucked her from behind. She called my number by accident while it happened. I didn't answer, obviously, I was busy.. but my voicemail picked up the whole thing. I'd had my suspicions for a long time, but that confirmed it. We were never trying for another baby - that's just what she told people to distract them from the fact we were clearly falling apart at the seams. Couldn't exactly be mad at her after what I'd done with you though."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but she didn't know it was you. Then you up and left.. I thought there was no need to tell her who it was. I guess now we kinda have to, right?"

"Jim, I don't expect anything from you, okay? I have an inheritance from my mum, I'm fine for money, there's no need to be involved if it'll cause you problems.."

"No. You've kept him from me for nearly 2 years y/n, don't do this again, please? I'm not asking you to move in, I'm not asking for a relationship, I just want to get to know our boy.. that's all.. please?" You saw it in his eyes. It was there, for all to see. Was it love?

"I'll call Nat.. ask her to bring him over, maybe we could go for a walk?" Jim smiled, nodding. You made the call, and an hour later you were walking to the local park, Jim pushing the stroller. He took Jackson out of the buggy and placed him inside a baby swing, pushing him gently while pulling silly faces making him giggle. Your heart swelled watching them.

"He's incredible.. those eyes.."

"Your eyes, Jim." He looked up at you and smiled listening to his son's giggle, before he started becoming grouchy again.

"He's teething... Come on little man, let's get you back shall we?" Jim lifted him from the swing and placed his little finger in Jackson's mouth. He responded by sucking his gums along it, finding relief. You smiled, watching Him soothe your son's whimpers of pain as his teeth came through.

Making your way inside Natalie's house, you were surprised to find it empty. A note on the kitchen counter read that they'd gone out for the afternoon, they wouldn't be home until the evening. You warmed a bottle of milk for Jackson as Jim gave him some Calpol. Taking the bottle from you, he fed his son, as you watched, heart pounding as you watched the man you were still in love with take such good care of your baby. Within 15 minutes, Jackson was fed and had been rocked to sleep in his father's arms, you took him and placed him upstairs in his cot to nap. You knew he'd be out for at least an hour after all that fresh air. Walking back into the lounge, you found Jim sat on the sofa waiting for you.

"Come here, y/n..." You sat next to him as he turned to face you, hand gently caressing your cheek. "What are we going to do now?"

"I'm heading back to London tomorrow Jim..." His eyes glistened slightly. He'd just found his son, and now he was going again. He'd just got you back in his life, and now you were disappearing again...

"What can I do to make you stay?" His question took you by surprise. Stay?

"Jim, I..."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. about what happened 2 years ago. How long I'd wanted you, how long I'd dreamt of you, how I still dream of you even now.. and we share a son y/n.. I can't let you go again, it'd break me.."

"I'm half your age Jim! I'm barely older than your eldest child, how can this possibly work?" He answered with a kiss. Leaning forward to take your mouth against his, without thinking you returned it, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you into his lap.

"It'll work because we'll make it work.. nothing else matters.. all of that other stuff is irrelevant.." he felt you grind your hips against his and his erection was burning against his jeans. He needed you, now.

"And Danielle?"

"Is fucking a man old enough to be her own father - opinion invalid. I don't care about her, I care about you.. please.." he was aware of how desperate he sounded but he didn't care. He had his hand under your t-shirt against your breast, no bra in the way this time. Lifting you up, he carried you upstairs to the guest room you were staying in, and laid you down softly on the bed underneath him.

"Birth control?" He looked at you, smiling.

"The coil - don't worry, I'm covered this time.." You smiled back as he lifted your t-shirt over your head and kissed you again. The reason for being at the pharmacy 2 years ago was to collect your prescription for the pill - you'd not taken it for a couple of days after running out suddenly. After Jackson was born, you switched to a more efficient form of birth control.

Pulling your skirt down and off, along with your underwear, he nestled his face between your thighs, now parted by his hands.

"I want you to watch me y/n... Watch me as I make you cum..." Your core burning, you raised yourself up on your elbows as he blew a hot breath against your wet folds, causing you to shiver under him. He parted your lips with his fingers, before licking from your pulsing hole up to your clit, finding a rhythm that made you cry out and shudder underneath his tongue. Smiling, groaning into you, you tried to keep your eyes on him as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

"Jim.. don't stop.. oh god..." You hadn't had sex since that afternoon 2 year ago, no one being good enough to compete with the man currently buried between your legs. No pleasure you'd given yourself since was a patch on this, and you felt that burning feeling in your stomach starting to rise. "I'm close... Mm... Fuck I'm close..." Your words barely a whisper but he heard them, pushing harder with his tongue as a finger entered you, hooking upwards to find that spot inside, the one you didn't think actually existed, but there it was.. you bucked against his mouth, coming hard and fast - you felt your liquids gush over his chin, there was no stopping them... "Aha... Oh god Jim... Fuck... Stop, it's too much..." He smiled, blowing another warm breath over you before moving back to your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, turning you on even more.

Flipping him onto his back, you lifted his clothes off him and kissed down his chest. Your core needed a breather before you took him inside you. Licking the top of his now rock hard cock, you slowly sank your lips down, taking him fully inside your mouth. You'd never had a strong gag reflex, and you enjoyed the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy fuck... Jesus y/n... That's it baby..." Up and down your head bobbed, swapping between hard and light sucks, your teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock and your fingers lightly playing with his balls underneath you. Every time you felt them tighten, you'd ease off, allowing him to catch his breath, before bringing him into your mouth again. After a few near explosions, he couldn't take anymore and lifted you off motioning for you to sit on him. "Ride me y/n..." You smiled, and sank your pussy onto him, allowing him to fill you. Slowly so as to adjust to his length, your hips moved, back and forth, up and down, finding the right rhythm for you both. He sat up, chests together and his hands under your thighs as he rotated his hips from underneath, driving his cock against that magical spot again.

"Yes... God that feels good... Jim..."

"I'm not gonna last long y/n..."

"That's okay.. we've got plenty of time to make up for this... Cum in me, give me all of you..." You felt his cock twitch inside you as he moved your hips faster. Leaning back, you rode him hard, the bed frame squeaking underneath as you both cried out, your climaxes arriving simultaneously. Coming back to rest your head against his, you clenched your core once more causing him to gasp as you drew yourself off him slowly. Lay down next to each other, he pulled you into his arms.

"Did you mean what you said?" He asked, kissing your head gently. "Plenty of time?"

"I meant it, Jim... I need to get back to London to sort a few things, put my flat up for sale.. my job... But yes. If you'll have us, we'll come back.." you looked into his eyes. He lifted your head to kiss you and you felt it. All the love you thought you'd never find, in the man you thought you'd never find it with.

Everything was going to be fine, you couldn't wait to start your life over again, this time for the last time.

@margoo0 @queenshelby @peakyscillian @cloudofdisney @ntmynouis @being-worthy

#delinquent season #jim delinquent season x y/n #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy #cillian x smut

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bumbershots · 4 years ago

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LOVEFOOL

Author’s note: HELLO! This is my part for the Valentine’s Day challenge that @1dffchallenges put together. Make sure to keep an eye out for any other pieces published by other authors. Enjoy! And happy Valentine’s weekend! (:

Summary: Harry agrees to go on a blind date set up by his friends in hopes that it will help him move on from an unrequited love.

Word count: 3K

Challenge prompt and dialogue: blind date set up by friends. “I don’t want this to end...”

There’s a first for everything. Harry’s had his fair share of them at the age of twenty-seven. First time on an aeroplane at the tender age of six for a family holiday in Rome. First kiss on his home town’s park with someone he deeply cared about. First time in a recording studio. First time going on tour. The first night spent alone in his new and barely furnished home. The first morning he laid eyes on the girl next door. The ugly heartbreak after she got married, certainly felt worse than his first one.

Life is full of firsts, Harry knows that, and he wishes to have been the first to sneak his way into Jane’s heart, all those years ago.

"You love her" it almost sounds like an accusation coming from Jeff, though the last thing he wants is to make Harry feel guilty. The musician doesn't reply, he shrugs, eyes never leaving her no matter how deep into the ocean she seems to be. "Does she know?" Harry shakes his head in denial. "Did you bring her along just so you could tell her?"

"I enjoy writing music with her, that's why she's here," his tone leaves no room for more questions, the manager knows and sighs defeated. Harry stands from his spot on the beach and heads back inside the house, alone.

Is he being that obvious?

He reviews the past few days and wonders where he slipped, nothing rings any bell. Harry completely and conveniently forgets how he doesn't nag her for having a smoke after dinner, instead he just opens the window and stands close to it, or how he's been making her a cuppa everyday at noon. But it was the time when Jane asked him to help her French plait her hair when something clicked in Jeff's brain, the way Harry beamed at such a simple request left no room for questioning. Yet he asked him, because there was that tiny chance of it all being part of the manager's imagination, but when he looked back on it, the little things now made more sense to him and in a way he always knew.

They've been in Port Antonio for two weeks now and everything was going just dandy, Harry was writing more than ever, the first week he had a new song every day, he even polished the old ones and had a tune for his favourites, thanks to Mitch's help. When Jeff Azoff got there earlier this week, he spent a good two hours talking to Jeff Bhasker about how much of a good idea the trip was.

"Harry is on a writing spree." He complimented Azoff's client, it was nothing but the truth. However the reason for it all, was now heading back to the house to join the others after a good surfing session.

Jane went straight to take a shower, ready to rinse all the ocean's saltiness from her body, thinking how wonderful it would've been if her own worries could be washed away with her tangerine shampoo. In contrast to Harry's good spirits and excellent mood, her own cloud of trouble seemed to follow her all the way from London. She still hadn't heard from her husband, so it is safe to say he was still upset about her going away to work in Harry's album. It was impossible for her to forget the argument they had, at first thinking it was a joke on his side, insinuating that they were ‘shagging behind his back’.

After her shower, wearing comfortable clothes, Jane joins the others for supper but keeps to herself, still with the dichotomy about calling Alex or letting him be. He will eventually come to his senses and apologise.

What if he doesn't?

The thought alone of her clothes being packed in boxes by the time she gets back home almost makes her cry, perhaps she can call or text him just to test the waters. It is ridiculous how she seems to be more mature about this than him.

"Penny for them?" Harry's voice brings her back to the now empty dining room, the voices from the rest of their party can be heard from the living room.

"God I'm sorry H, lost myself out there for a moment," she is embarrassed, with him, the others and herself for letting this situation get under her skin. And she's also avoiding talking about it, with Harry or anyone. "I was just thinking about the tempo for Sweet Creature."

"Liar," he hates to be shut down by her more than anything. "Is it because I didn't let you eat the last peanut drop the other day?" It would've been easier for her to say it was, than to address the actual reason. But Harry hasn't lied to her, ever.

"No love, although I was a bit hurt because of that, it's actually this thing with Alex we are, I don't know, he was upset with me and said some things," Jane couldn't finish, her speech was cut short by a quiet sob and Harry was quick to pull her from the chair onto his lap and hold her tight. His own heart speeding at the sight of her distressed.

"When was the last time you spoke to him?"

"Two weeks ago." Her voice barely whispers on his chest, "he's being a wanker to be honest, just because he's not going on tour with any of his bands I'm supposed to be a stay at home wife!"

"Why don't you explain this to me, from the beginning, please?" He asks rubbing her back soothingly, and she spills it all, the having kids now or never argument, to her wanting to have a proper wedding party and finally the latest fight where Alex suggested an affair going on between her and Harry, the latter had to do his best not to put the option on the table, since her husband so kindly suggested it. Might as well, he thought. "It all sounds like a big misunderstanding, I know you're a great communicator sunshine, so it baffles me that you've let this go on for so long." He's got a point.

"You're right, but I feel like it's his turn, you know?" Jane's done weeping, but remained on her friend's lap and arms, head resting on his shoulder. "He's always forward, mature, a proper thirty year old except when it comes to arguments where we ought to reach an agreement," she plays a bit with the cross hanging from his neck, a scowl on her pretty face. "Like with the children thing, we only stopped arguing when I said that maybe in two more years we could have one instead of, you know, my early thirties." It's good that she can't see how upset Harry is.

"You gave into that one, he should do the same but it's his choice," Harry sighs and can't believe what he's about to say. "Take the day off tomorrow, call him or FaceTime, Skype whatever you choose, but have a proper conversation with him." She wants to argue and say it's not necessary to be absent the whole day, she can spare a few hours. But she will need time to think about what to say, make her point clear so they are on good terms until she goes back to London.

"Fine, but if he is still acting like a dickhead afterwards, I'm not going to let it into my head anymore, we will continue to bask in this great work environment going on here." Jane states, pulling away from his embrace just enough to give him that stern look she uses when trying to make a point, and Harry nods with a warm smile, the one she never gets tired of seeing. "I'll call it a night now, gonna be asleep in seconds now that I've got that out of my chest." She stands from his lap, missing his warmth instantly. "Thanks for that."

"Anytime honey pie." Harry says before leaving a kiss on her left hand that burns her skin from then till morning.

Jeff joins the musician in the dining room right after the girl walks away to her room, he takes a seat across from him and scrutinises the look of adoration his friend still sports once she is out of the room.

"She'll never know, if you never tell her." Jeff is right, but the thought alone of going through that again scares him to death. Or so he says, because there's a part of him that is fond of the thrill it makes him feel.

"It's not like I haven't tried, just last year I told her," Harry remembers that night vividly, how pretty she looked even with her makeup all smudged under her eyes. "I'm not sure if she heard, it was too loud like where we were at the time." He was also pissed out of his mind.

"H, there's nothing wrong with being in love."

"I'm not saying it is, but even if she did love me I– I would find a way to hurt her. Anyway. she's happily married now, it's too late." Saying it out loud doesn't hurt him any less like he thought it would. Harry sighs in defeat before rising from the chair, "she's everything to me, I wouldn't mess with her head by confessing my feelings, deep down I always knew she deserved better and now she has it and that's good enough for me." The musician disappears through the corridor where his everlasting love did just a few minutes ago, he paused for a moment outside her room, pondering whether to barge in and just follow his instincts, kiss her like he should've done after winning that award back in 2014.

Harry shakes his head and goes straight to his room, he reminds himself that it was time to let her go. It's for the best. He is not good enough for her, he can't even write a song for her, about her. He mustn't love her that much then.

What Harry doesn't know is that he can't write a song about her because he loves her too much, the poor lad can't even figure out where to start. But he's about to get rid of that curse in a day or two, he just needs to be patient.

The reward for it came, all of a sudden Harry wrote too many songs about her until she inevitably became aware of the situation they were in. Harry vowed to stay away from Jane’s life after recording the album. He dated people that didn’t remind him of her, and even moved temporarily to Japan. But despite all his efforts, four years later Harry still finds himself thinking about her, everything seems to be tainted by her. The music he adores, the new dinner recipes he cooks, the books he chooses to read.

Completely out of options he agreed to this blind date his friends set up for him.

He arrives at the modest restaurant they so kindly chose for the occasion. “All you have to do is wear something nice and show up.” Alexa reminded him over the phone last week.

This is a new first for him, it is also exciting, to take a seat at a table for two conveniently placed at the back, pretend to pay attention to the menu but let his green eyes avert to whoever approaches. Harry is having a great time, he knows that soon his date will arrive. He wonders what they’ll be like.

According to Alexa and Pixie, the person arriving is the perfect match for their young friend. Harry can only hope they like Vietnamese cuisine because that’s apparently this place’s special offer this week. If he’s lucky enough the date will agree to share a starter and perhaps two main courses, that way he doesn’t have to choose between one or the other.

“Here’s your table.” Harry hears the waiter speak and his gaze meets a very familiar figure standing beside him. It can’t be.

“Excuse me, there must be a mistake, I’m waiting for someone else.” Harry protests.

The waiter shakes his head and shows him the notepad with some specifications written down. “Nothing wrong, got specific instructions from Miss Chung, a lady will come in to say is here for Geldolf’s blind date, you are sitting at the table they reserved. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order.” He is quick to explain and disappear.

Jane sits because there is no way she can stand any longer, her legs are about to give out from the commotion. This was not the blind date she was expecting either. It’s been at least four years since she last saw Harry. The night after he finally admitted being in love with her, waiting for a reaction, anything from her, after what seemed like hours but was only ten minutes later, he walked out of her house and entire life, leaving her confused and upset.

“How’ve you been?” she asked after confirming that Harry wasn’t going to up and leave.

“Pretty fantastic, until you arrived.” He’s never spoken to her like that before, with so much affliction in his tone. “What are you doing here?”

“I was set up on a blind date by Pixie—

He interrupts her. “That’s fucking convenient, did you all went to this much trouble, just to mock me? I thought they were my friends, you know, that even after everything, they cared about me.” Harry stops, his voice breaks, he’s so angry, hurt and confused by the situation. “Did your husband come along, to witness my humiliation too?” He looks around, trying to find the man of Jane’s dreams.

“I wouldn’t know if he’s here, haven’t seen him since we got divorced three years ago.” She snaps before hiding behind the menu from a gobsmacked Harry.

The words he’d been waiting to hear were finally out of her mouth. Unlike the million times he dreamt about this happening, Harry is not sweeping her off her feet and running away into the sunset holding her hand. Instead he reaches out to touch her arm, testing the waters. He waits for her to lower the menu and surprisingly there are no tears in her eyes. Perhaps only a bit of sorrow that is quickly replaced with confusion, at how fast her heart raced after Harry’s touch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is back to oozing the tenderness he reserves just for her. Jane nods.

“But can we share a rice bowl and Pho noodle soup?”

“Yes, and dessert too!” Even after four years Harry’s sweet tooth hasn’t changed, Jane sighs before the waiter is back to take their order.

Keeping a conversation between the two of them is not hard at all, even if it is an awkward topic —her not so recent divorce. “We didn’t have anything in common anymore, there were so many fights every single day. When I finally suggested the separation, he seemed relieved and I felt like a complete fool.” Jane remembers the sigh of comfort that came out of the man she once loved with all her heart before that rainy afternoon, when she finally decided that she’d had enough. “He left that night, hadn’t seen him since, his lawyer took care of everything,” a sour laugh escapes her lips, Harry’s eyes are full of sympathy for her. “I’m sorry for ruining your blind date, I know you’ve never been to one before.” Of course she did, she knows him better than anyone.

“This has to be the greatest date I’ve ever been to.” He speaks without a second thought.

All those years Harry spent away from Jane were not going to be in vain. He was not going to neglect the feelings he still had for her. That affection he felt for her, only her. Harry shifts in his seat, this is not at all how he planned it, in a restaurant full of people on fucking Valentine’s day. It almost seemed like a tacky move.

But after all this time of pining for her, hating her and himself at times. Harry was brave enough, it was now or never, he didn’t want to wait any longer, not after his friends schemed and executed this soppy plan to bring the two soulmates together. Before she could take the final bite of dessert that Harry kindly left for her. The world stopped.

“I don’t want this to end...” Harry says with a dimpled smile she can’t look away from. “I’d like to take you out on a second date, a third, fourth, fifth. Believe me when I tell you, I have planned up to a thousand of them.” He takes her hand in his and can feel her pulse race along his own. The smile splits his face again, because he knows, he feels, he sees it in her beautiful eyes. “Janey, you’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to hold on to. I know there is a name for this emotion, I’ve written songs about it, but now I don’t think it’s a word big enough for us.”

She squeezes his hand and breaths out a laugh, tears of joy brimming out of her eyes. “Let’s call it love, until we come up with a better name for it.” Harry agrees and just then, Jane brings up his hand to her lips.

His skin tingles where she kisses him for the first time and he beams at her.

There’s a first for everything, and although it feels like it for Jane and Harry, this isn’t by any means the first time they confess their love for each other. It was always there, in every laugh they shared, every song they wrote together, every touch. It was on Harry’s unwavering devotion, on his impatience and selfless actions throughout the years.

They were bound to be together, their story didn’t begin on that initial blind date, it did years ago after he caught a glimpse of her shiny black hair on the morning she moved into the house across the street.

Harry drives her back to her new flat on the other side of the city, enjoying every minute of the long ride, happy to hear her ramble about her newest obsession with romantic novels and burst out laughing after Jane confesses that sometimes she doesn’t finish reading books she likes, just to pretend the story keeps going. With a quick kiss to the back of her hand he completely agrees.

No tale is more compelling than one that never ends.

#1dffvalentine #harry styles

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ethan-bears · 5 years ago

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Home for Christmas (Nolan Patrick x Reader)

You've resigned yourself to spending this Christmas alone. But Nolan has other plans.

Author's note: I started writing this out as a thought to send to @lindylovegang for her soft thought night tonight but I realized it needed to be a small book whole fic instead, so I decided to do this instead of editing my final paper. This is also not edited. I might edit it later. Who knows.

Warnings: light swearing, holidays, slight angst but it gets fluffy real quick, it's my first fic so it's probably not great, I'm on mobile and I can't figure out "keep reading" and I'm very sorry

Word count: absolutely no idea but good luck fam

gif credit to: bretthowden

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This was not how you wanted to spend your first Christmas in Philadelphia. Ideally, you wouldn't even be in Philly at all right now. You should be on a plane back home to your family and friends and the warm, familiar streets of your hometown. You should be waking up tomorrow morning in your grandma's house with the smell of warm bread surrounding you like a hug.

But no. You were trapped.

The blizzard had started to roll in earlier this morning, and you thought to yourself that it wouldn't be that bad, right? It was just some flurries. They wouldn't ground any flights, right?

Oh how wrong you wound up being.

After three hours of waiting for news in the airport terminal, followed by another hour and a half desperately trying to reschedule your flight to a time that would still work and getting nothing out of every airline representative in the building, you somehow managed to get an Uber driver crazy enough to come get you in the ocean of snow. Fighting back tears, you tried to console yourself in the backseat. At least your apartment would be warm. And you had a little tree, so it would still feel like Christmas. You'd make some soup and Skype your family, and while it wouldn't be the same as being with them, it would be better than nothing!

"Reckless optimist," you sighed as you flipped the light switch to your apartment only to be met with continued darkness. Alone in a dark, cold, apartment on Christmas Eve, snowed in with nowhere to go in a city that came nowhere close to feeling like home. Merry Christmas. Slumping against the door, you felt your hot tears break free and cascade down your face. You decided to let all the stress and frustration that had been building all day take over your body, sobbing harder than you could ever remember. Each new wave shook your body, sending you to the floor. You didn't care. It couldn't get worse, so why not act like it?

During a pause in the festivities you decided to check your phone to see if you had any messages from your dad, only to find a text you definitely didn't expect from someone who was definitely not your father.

Sir Nolan the Rosy-Faced: hey, just checking in, i know you're probably mid flight rn but just wanted to make sure you land safely when you do. Crazy storm. Text me?

Sniffing, you paused to process the message. Nolan wanted to make sure you were safe? It shouldn't really have surprised you, but the fact that he was concerned enough to text you while he thought you were still midair was...touching.

You fired a short text back explaining that the flight wasn't happening, thinking he'd respond with a simple "okay" or an "oh, sorry to hear that :(". But the next text you got (mere seconds later) surprised you again.

Sir Nolan: oh my god that sucks! Wait.....does that mean you're home alone tonight?

Me: Yeah, and the power's out, so it's suuuper cold, but idk it's fine, I'll just layer up and go to bed early I guess

Sir Nolan: are you okay?

That one hit you like a truck. No, you thought, I'm really, really not.

Me: Yeah, I'll be fine

Sir Nolan: are you sure? Cause I can come over if you want.

Any other night, you would be losing your mind at an offer like that. Ever since you had met Nolan, you'd had the biggest crush on him. All other crushes seemed like weak sauce compared to how you felt about him. But you'd cried all your energy out. The best response your heart could muster was a meek, "Sure, but don't worry if the snow's just too much."

You were met with a resounding, "Already on my way."

You decided that if you were going to be having company you should at least get up off the floor. You shuffled your way into your bedroom, habitually flicking the light switch before you remembered it was pointless. You fumbled in the dark to your desk drawer, trying to find your flashlight, and once you found it you turned it on and started changing into your warmest pajamas. Now that you weren't just a puddle of self-pity, you started to think about Nolan's sudden inviting-over of himself. You first met him during training camp when your work friend brought you along to meet up with Travis, her boyfriend. She figured that since you were new to the city and also a huge hockey fan that it couldn't hurt to introduce you to some guys on the team and help you make some friends. You weren't sure what to make of Nolan at first. He seemed so quiet and awkward that you thought your own quietness and awkwardness would make conversation impossible with such a knockout of a man. You wound up being horribly wrong, once again, but that time it was in a good way. Neither of you were really the super-outgoing party type, so whenever one or both of you started getting exhausted with the atmosphere you'd usually drift off into your own conversation in a quieter part of the room. As a result, he became a good friend incredibly fast. It seemed there was nothing you couldn't talk about with him, even though you still got nervous about certain things. Like your personal feelings for him. But that had never come up before, so you were safe. For now.

You knew he knew all about how hard the transition to Philly has been for you. How homesick you get, how you can't help but wonder if you made a mistake taking the job offer that brought you here (even though it was your dream job), and how you felt like it was hard to click with so many new people. Which was probably why he seemed so worried about you being alone tonight. He knew you felt alone most of the time anyway.

An hour and a half had gone by and you were starting to get worried about him. He only lived 20 minutes away, and even with the snow, it shouldn't take him that long unless he was stuck and just too proud to call you. It had given you time to call your mom, which you were grateful for and made you feel a lot better, but you couldn't ignore the knot in your stomach anymore. You were just about to hit "call" when you heard a knock at the door. Or more like a thump at the door.

You practically sprinted over to open it for the man-sized popsicle with his arms full of grocery bags standing on your doorstep. You paused for a second with your mouth hanging open, both amazed by the fact that he actually came over and by...him. The cold made his already pink cheeks bright red, and the snowflakes were sticking to his long eyelashes and the free locks of hair that didn't fit under his beanie. You had never seen anything more beautiful in your life.

"Can...can I come in?" Nolan's teeth chattered, snapping you back to reality.

"Oh, yeah, sorry! God, Nol, you're shivering!" you remark, ushering him through the door. Not that inside was that much warmer, but anything was better than being out there.

"It's cold," he laughs.

"Wow, AND he's meteorologist!" you quip back. "What can Nolan Patrick not do?"

Shaking his head, he made a beeline for your kitchen, looking for a place to set his bags down.

"Took me forever to find a place that was still open tonight," he muttered, pulling what looked in the dark like to-go boxes out of one of the bags. You shined your flashlight up to the ceiling to make it light the whole room as Nolan continued to pull items from his three bags. You just stood there, still dumbfounded by him.

"Pat... what's all this?" you manage to squeak out.

"This," he said, pointing to the to-go tubs, "is soup. I'm not completely sure what kind, but I figured soup would be the best thing no matter what. I didn't know if you had any crackers, so I brought some saltines. And some oranges because I knew you'd want something fruity and healthy and oranges are festive. And this," he pulled a thermos out of the second bag, "is hot chocolate. Made it myself." He grinned, sliding it towards you, obviously proud of himself. You could barely contain your own grin, feeling yourself blush. You were proud of him too.

"I saved the best for last," he continued once you took a sip of the cocoa. You frowned.

"What else could you possibly have brought?" you asked, genuinely astonished.

He looked you in the eyes and gave you a smirk. Holy hell. You were glad he probably couldn't see how pink your own cheeks were getting. The things he did to you and he didn't even know.

He carefully pulled a basket out of the last bag, and you could see it was full of a bunch of other things. You couldn't believe it.

"Nolan..." You trailed off, feeling the tears starting to well up again. Inside the basket were a bunch of little gifts with a note that read "For: y/n, From: Us". It had some of your favorite candies, one of those cheesy home-state-scented candles, a scarf with your home team's name and logo on it, and a tin of your favorite tea from a tiny local tea shop in your home town. You tried your best to fight the tears, but you weren't strong enough, rendered useless from your earlier fit.

"Nol-" You couldn't even finish your question before your own sob choked you. You set your thermos and flashlight down to bury your face in your hands.

"Hey, hey," Nolan whispered, pulling you into a hug. You wasted no time in hugging him back, squeezing him as you sobbed into his chest. "Shhhh, it's okay," he muttered to the top of your head. He slowly ran a hand up and down your back, rocking you back and forth. It only made you more emotional. He had never hugged you before, and you hadn't been hugged like this in what felt like years. You just wanted to stay there in his arms forever and ignore the world around you.

"It was a team effort," he continued. "Some of us thought you could use some things that remind you of home."

"Who...who found the tea?" you said into his chest, muffled by his sweater.

"What?" He smiled, pulling out of the hug a bit to let you speak up.

You wiped your face and took a breath. "Who found the tea?"

He pulled the rest of the way out of the hug, much to your disappointment. He leaned his head down, staring at the floor.

"That was me," he mumbled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "I remembered you mentioning it, and it was hard to work out, but they agreed to send me some." Somehow, his voice kept getting lower and lower.

You could hardly believe your ears. He remembered that? You swore you had only mentioned it once in passing after you got a really disappointing chai from a coffee place down the street. You had no idea he had been paying attention. And he went to all the trouble of getting a store with a locals-only business model to ship a product long-distance. You started to wonder if.... No, you thought, don't get your hopes up again tonight.

You stared at him for another moment, trying to soak in the situation. He seemed surprised when you went back in for another hug.

"Thank you so much!" you whisper, knowing that if you said it any louder you'd start crying again. You could feel him relax into the hug and gave him a little squeeze before you ended it.

"Soup time?"

"Soup time." Nolan nodded, practically beaming.

You sat on the couch, eating as carefully as you could in the dark, though your eyes were getting pretty adjusted. From then on, it was conversation as usual. It came so naturally with him that even when you weren't saying anything, you were still happy. You exchanged stories about your favorite Christmases, what you thought the best cookies are, and weird things your families do during the holidays for hours, barely even noticing the time or the cold. At some point Nolan had pulled the blankets off the back of the couch and tossed them over both your laps. You didn't notice that you'd been getting closer and closer to him with every story until you laughed so hard you fell on his shoulder.

"Stop laughing!" He pouted, audibly trying to stifle his own laugh. "I almost got hypothermia. I could've died!"

"I can't...I can't!" you breathe between laughs. "You fell through the ice...but just one leg?!"

"Yeah, and I was stuck there on my side almost doing the splits between the ice and the water and my sister just stood there laughing. Just like you!" He nudged you, pretending to be annoyed. "But eventually she pulled me out and carried me back home. Couldn't move my leg for hours, it was just sticking straight out like..." He stuck his leg in the air, demonstrating, and only making you laugh harder. You could hardly breathe. You knew it probably felt funnier because of how exhausted you were, but you didn't care. Nolan had put a smile back on your face and back in your heart.

"Hey, Nolan?"

"Yeah?"

You swallowed. "I just... I'm not complaining that you're here, obviously, but... weren't you planning on spending tonight with Kevin and his family?"

"I was, but they've got each other, and someone else who's super special to me was sad and alone, which made me really sad to think about. You deserve to be happy and I wanted to help. Easiest decision I've ever made."

You really did not have it in you for another cry, so you settled for teasing him instead.

"That's really cheesy of you, softie."

"Take it while you can," he laughed.

"I know," you smiled.

Your eyes were starting to feel heavy and you let out a jaw-cracking yawn.

"Damn," Nolan remarked. You grunted in response, earning another laugh from him. "Wanna lay down?"

You nodded, leaning into his shoulder.

"You're warm," you sleepily drawl. You wanted to lay down, but you didn't want to get up to go to your bed. You wanted more snuggles, and right now you didn't care if he read into it or not.

He seemed to get the message, moving to lay down and taking you with him. He wrapped his arms around you after making sure the blankets covered you both as much as possible. You smiled contentedly, settling into your position and closing your eyes. You barely had time to contemplate how touchy he was being tonight compared to his normal reservations about hugs and touching before you were completely gone.

*****

Nolan woke up first the next morning. He was careful to move as little as possible to avoid waking you up. You looked so peaceful, curled up with your head on his chest. He felt his heart swell as you shifted to wrap your arms around his torso and fell back asleep within seconds. He smiled down at you, noticing how beautiful you were, even with your messy bedhead and your cheek squished against his chest. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. Just the two of you.

The power had come back on at some point during the night, so it was no longer freezing in the apartment, and the lights on your tiny tree had come on as well. He glanced back over to the kitchen to the basket on the counter. It had been embarrassing enough to admit to being the one who hunted down the tea like a police dog, so he left out the part about the whole gift basket being his idea in the first place. He would've bought you everything himself, but he wanted you to know that you had other friends, too, and that they wanted to show you that they were thinking of you. The scarf was Carter's idea, the candy TK's. Claude had suggested the candle, and being the local expert on how to be good to the woman he loved, Nolan took the advice and bought the candle as well. It did make him strangely jealous of your hometown in a way he couldn't quite explain. He was worried that you would be looking for any excuse to move back home, which he really didn't want. If it made you happy, then of course he'd support you, but he'd never felt for anyone the way he felt about you. The way you laugh, how passionate you get when you talk about something you care about, whether that's a person, a subject, a place, or what the best pizza topping is. He loved everything down to the way you word your sentences. He loved how much you loved.

He was awoken from his thoughts by you stirring and opening your eyes to look at him.

"Merry Christmas," you mumbled.

"Merry Christmas," he mumbled back.

You laid your head back down, enjoying the comforting rise and fall of his chest.

"You hungry? I can try and make you some breakfast. Emphasis on try," Nolan offered.

You laughed at the thought. "That'd be nice. But I don't wanna get up."

"Me neither," he sighed, tracing his thumb along your arm. He was not ready for when you suddenly shot off the couch, eyes manic and wide.

"Oh my god!" you shouted. "I didn't get you anything for Christmas! And you did all that last night!" You waved your hand at the kitchen. Nolan sat up, confused and cold, missing the weight of you on him.

"It's okay, y/n! I wasn't expecting anything."

"No, okay, I'm making you breakfast, and it's gonna be the best damn breakfast I've ever made. Lay back down," you insisted, marching off to the kitchen, wincing at the still-cold floor.

As nice as it sounded to stay under the warm blankets, Nolan didn't want to just sit there doing nothing. Suddenly he had an idea, even though it was a risky one. He decided it was a risk he needed to take eventually.

"Get out!" you playfully threatened, brandishing a spatula at him as he stepped into the kitchen. He put his hands up in mock surrender.

"I won't touch!"

"Good," you smirk, turning back to your pan.

Nolan shuffled around nervously, working up the courage to say what he wanted to. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

"I, uh...I have an idea for what you can give me. If you, uh, still want to give me something. Besides breakfast, I mean." Smooth, Patrick, he thought.

"What's that?" You met his gaze, making his stomach flip. The things you do to him and you have no idea.

"Maybe we can go out sometime? Like, just us. On purpose. To dinner or something?"

You looked like a deer caught in the headlights, making Nolan immediately second-guess himself. He bashfully broke your eye contact, focusing on the floor again. He felt the blush on his cheeks worsening.

"Are you... serious?" you ask, voice full of wonder.

"Of course I am!" he mumbled insistently. "Wouldn't ask if I wasn't."

You almost knocked him over with the force of your hug, a truly impressive feat.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!!!" you laughed, not even bothering to play it cool. Nolan smiled so much it started to hurt, but he didn't care. He felt like he could take off and fly, he was so relieved. The weight of the world was replaced by the weight of you clinging to his shoulders. And he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his Christmas. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, Christmas would be like this forever from now on.

*****

You relaxed into Nolan's arms as he followed you back to the stove, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. Suddenly, you felt something more than the giddy high of getting asked out by your crush. You felt a sort of peace you hadn't felt since before you moved.

You were home for Christmas.

#red i hope you like it im sorry if it's weird or if im weird #nolan patrick imagine #hockey imagines #emma writes

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mental-health-advice · 4 years ago

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So I noticed one of my mental parts (unsure about using the term "alter" as we have no full diagnosis) sent something here a while back. He tagged it as 🔧. I thought I might go into some stuff that happened? Although I can't recall a whole lot. There have been more issues at home and valounteer work, one day almost pushing me to a s**cide attempt but I got kicked out for the day. Things didn't get any better from there. I dont remember anything until my birthday in mid October where I had a meltdown and was sent to a mental hospital and had to do my best to not be kept there. Almost everyone forgot about my birthday that day too. Since more stuff happened with a close friend who one of our littles felt safe around and, without her knowing, actually coming out in front of her to cuddle. Said friend foesnr know about the parts... tbf I cant call her friend anymore. She straight up told me she hasn't seen me as such for a long time a few days ago and I feel lied to and betrayed and honestly am hurt more than if she had been honest from the start. I don't remember most stuff that was more so contributing to me wanting to go dormant or "lock myself inside" because my brain most likely locked it away from me. I just know I don't want to be here any longer but can't put anyone through me literally dying. So... closest thing I got ig? I also cant go to therapy for a while because my co worker caught covid so that's wonderful.

Off topic from this, I've been feeling like I've been faking my parts or dissociative symptoms?? Because the parts were gone for a bit (the one who sent smth here was indeed cocon during my birthday thing... doing his job and trying to calm me down). Since mid October until a few days ago I haven't heard from any of the parts and they only really came back after the fallout with that one friend. Especially the littles, as I had felt horrible and cried a lot so they'd be out since they're usually pretty happy kids when they're out at least. However communication between the parts and me has worsened. Primary protector and primary caretaker I still haven't heard from. The teen persecutor(?) as well. Only the secondary protector /caretaker 🔧 and the two littles (about 3 & 5-7 yo) which makes me even more worried I'm faking. Or maybe they're mad at me... who knows...

-🌺🦚

(Note; I usually wouldn't share the littles information. But as this is anonymous and it's only their ages without any further context about them I am hoping it's safe/okay)

Hey there,

Wow it sounds like you and your other parts have been through quite a lot recently. I am so sorry that you ended up in hospital on your birthday and that because of this almost everyone forgot about your birthday – that must have been a really hard time for you!

I know of a few people that have different parts that come out when they are needed (like for you) and it is normal to not hear from them in a while. Their job is to help protect you and keep yourself safe when you are not able to or if you just need a break from everything. I know how scary it can be not being able to remember things for a period of time, but when you are strong enough to remember those things then the memories should come back to you in time. What’s most important is your safety and that you get through all of this alive!

It must also be tough not being able to seek therapy at the moment due to being in quarantine for covid-19 but is it at all possible to contact your therapist via a phone call (if you have one currently) I also know that a lot of therapy places may offer support and help on skype or other media platforms like that, so this something you could look into and especially in the short-term? I also want you to know that you can also always contact a counsellor from either a helpline or on web counselling. I know it’s not the same as seeing a therapist who specialises in what you are going through but it’s someone you can talk to at least in a safe environment. Just something to keep in mind!

From what you have told me and what your other parts have sent in, I do not think you are faking your symptoms or your other parts at all. Like I mentioned above they will most likely only come out when and only if they are really needed to help keep you safe and it can also take a really long time to be able to have better communication with them as they will not be likely to want to overwhelm you with everything if that makes sense. So please don’t be too hard on yourself, you are already going through so much!

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope you’re doing OK!

Take care

Lauren

#mha-lauren #advice #advice blog #mental health advice #🌺🦚#other mental parts #birthday #mental hospital #therapy #seeking help

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whitebeforethered · 3 years ago

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I had a lover, like a real one, the type of person you could die, live or kill for and our relationship definitely wasn't healthy.

We both had the same trauma, the same coping mechanisms, the same illnesses.

It was really weird, we were extremely different but almost identical to each other. We met when I was 9 and him 11, our age difference wasn't that great since we only were 14 months apart from each other.

At first I really despised him, he was loud, energetic, full of life and with a wonderful mom and brother, since I didn't have. So apart from beating each others up we never talked till middle school, something like three years later.

Somebody a few years older was bothering me and he just went between us and pulled me apart, at first I thought it was because he thought I was weak but he just told me I needed to be careful, few days later I learned this bitch always had a knife on him.

That's when I started to look at him differently. And I don't really know how but he became everything to me in instant.

I moved place to a closer to town one and him too, we weren't neighbors anymore but saw each other every night, I could run away from my window to meet him at the park or he could climb the wall to sleep with me so we could play video games all night.

We became really co-dependant from each other, I could only sleep if he were here and my mind wasn't doing shit either if he was here.

I could often run away and go to his house, his mom adopted me real quick and I honestly consider her my mom. His brother would cook something from us and we would talk and pass time.

My parents rarely saw when I was away and for one I was thankful for their tendency to be neglectful. They hated me and it was the same for me. We only saw each other when I was beaten, when my father threw bottle at him and when they yelled at me how stupid and annoying I was.

A lot happened and sometimes I could fight with Alexei, sometimes when he was leaving me alone or on some subject, this time it was cause he wasn't in town and partying in some bitch house, he was only accompanying a friend and passing time but i was pissed. It was his birthday and I really really really wanted to pass it with him but we couldn't. So i cursed at him.

Despite that we called when he went home, a friend driving the car. We were on Skype, I wanted to see his face and be sure he was okay since the man he was partying at really was a bastard. And Alex was okay, he was smiling. But I was still insanely pissed, cause he promised not to drink without me, and he did.

And there was a flash and the loudest noise I ever heard. The screen went black and then cleared after some noise, the phone probably just fell. But no.

His face was so bloody, the bones weren't in place, one of his eyes were pierced by glass and i can pass the others details.

I don't know how but he managed to smile and tell me how much he loved me, but I wanted to scream at him, he wasn't listening when I told him to call the urgences. His voice sounded so horrible. And he stopped talking. I don't know how much time passed but I heard voices and policemen, that's when I cut the call.

Despite my life I think it's the moment that touched me the most, and I really really miss him, I can't function without him and I just can't live without him.

#tw vent

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nonbinarybaby · 8 years ago

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How about a headcanon where the parenst of Male!MC reject him bc he is dating a guy and he is just heartbroken over it and just hates himself and the fact that his parents can't except him (Wit V and Saeran pls)

Ahhh sad HC ;-; This one hits home for me too because I was afraid to come out to my mother because she was raised pretty conservative and bashed LGBTQIA people for some time.. (Note; i came out to my mom when i turned 20, and she accepted it and me. She’s become a lot more open minded over the years- so please don’t worry, i have good relationship with my momma, this was just in the past c:)

OKAY HERE WE GO FEELS TRAIN CHOO CHOO

Yoosung:

Yoosung was SO EXCITED when MC told him they were gonna meet his parents

Yoosung baked peanut butter cookies for them because he was so excited!!

MC!!! PARENTS!!!!

He only imagined that the people who gave birth to such a wonderful person must also be wonderful!

Soon enough, the day came!

MC held Yoosung’s hand walking up the path to the house, his other hand holding the tupperware of cookies under his arm

MC rang the doorbell, exchanging a nervous smile with his boyfriend

The door swung open, revealing a woman in a flowery dress, with a wide smile on her lips

“MC, you-”

She finally looked at Yoosung, her eyes widening, smile immediately turning sour

“Who’s this, MC? I thought you were bringing your girlfriend, not a friend?”

Yoosung blinked in surprise at MC, whose face turned bright pink

“Mom… He’s not my friend, he’s my boyfriend.”

She stood up straight, staring at Yoosung suddenly as though he were a bug that needed to be squashed

“…I see.”

She turned on her heel, leaving the door open behind her.

MC hesitated before slowly pulling Yoosung inside behind him, closing the door softly

They made their way to the kitchen where they could hear MC’s mother hurriedly whispering to his father, who was sat at the table, newspaper in his hands

He scrunched the paper in his hands, shooting up out of the chair, knocking it over in the process, causing MC to flinch at the door

He glanced at his son, brows burned into an angry crease at the centre of his forehead- he sits back down, gesturing for the other two to sit

He doesn’t stop staring at them both as they walk around the table sitting those

The silence is heavy, and Yoosung gently clears his throat

“I.. I made these for you both. They’re… They’re peanut butter cookies.”

“We hate those” MC’s father snarled, staring at the container like it had drugs inside rather than sweets.

“Those are your favourite cookies, both of yours.” MC said sadly, looking at the ground as his father glared harder

“Not anymore.”

The room fell silent again, MC’s mother pacing in the small kitchen.

“Dad, I-”

“When?”

“What?”

MC’s father shot up, slamming a fist down on the table

“When did you become a fag?!”

MC’s hands were shaking, his eyes wide as saucers

“I- I didn’t-”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, you piece of shit. We bring you into this world and you come in here with some boy and think that’s gonna fly? You’re going to disgrace this family! After all we’ve done for you!”

“Dad, I love him-”

MC’s father slapped him across the face, causing yoosung to scream in horror as he saw blood drip from his nose as it slammed against the floor

“That’s not love- you can’t love a man, that’s not how it works! You either give this shit up or never show your face here again!”

MC holds his nose as he stares up at his father, tears streaming down his face

“D-Dad-”

“Choose.”

Yoosung stepped towards MC, Screaming in fear as suddenly the father threw him against the wall, raising his fist “Don’t go near my son you fucking disgrace!”

“DON’T HURT HIM!” MC screamed, tackling his father, causing him to slam into the opposite wall, falling to the floor.

MC looked at his mother, who refused to look at him, instead kneeling next to her husband, looking at the cut on his forehead.

MC grabbed Yoosung’s hand, dragging him out of the house, tears streaming down his face, running as fast as he could

He stopped in a park below a tree, collapsing to his knees, sobs ripping through his body

Yoosung knelt next to him, pulling him up, forcing MC’s face into his chest as he sobbed

MC gripped his shirt in his fists as though everything depended on it

Yoosung whispered soft, weak reassurance into his ear, which was only just loud enough for MC to hear over the sound of his own cries.

“I’m your family now, MC,” Yoosung spoke, his heart feeling like it was lodged in throat, “I’m your family. You’ll always have me. Always.”

Seven:

Since Seven needed to lay low for his job, they decided to have a skype call with MC’s parents so he could meet them

At least for the first meeting, Seven felt this was best.

That night, at 7 p.m. they logged in and cozied up together on the couch, MC’s hand placed on Seven’s knee, Seven’s arm resting over MC’s back, so his hand laid gently on his shoulder.

It began to ring, and soon enough, they connected, greeting with the smiling faces of MC’s parents, to which they smiled back

“Mom, Dad! Hey, we-”

MC froze as he realized they weren’t smiling anymore, rather both looking at each other in confusion

“Guys?”

They glanced back at the camera, his mother shifting awkwardly, the father crossing his arms

“I think there must be a mistake, son…”

“Mistake?”

“Well, you told us we were going to meet your significant other-”

MC swallowed, trying to escape the panic in his stomach. Seven squeezed his shoulder gently- it didn’t help.

“You are. This-he is my significant other.”

“A male?” His father spoke just short of a growl.

“Yes. A male, dad.”

His father closed his eyes for a moment before rising, leaving view of the camera.

“Darling-” His mother called out to him, but he had already left.

She glanced back at the camera, clearly a little horrified to be left alone, even through a screen with them both

“I… I should go, things to do-”

“Mom, please-”

“Don’t come home.”

End call.

MC stared at the blank screen, his heart pounding in his chest, every beat feeling like a thousand knives driving into the fibre of his being

Seven closed the laptop, wrapping his arms around MC’s body, pulling him into his lap, burying his face in his neck

MC started to shiver, his body overtaken with shock

Seven kissed at his neck and jaw, holding his body close to his own

“My- My parents- they… They…”

Seven tilted his head, leaning their foreheads together.

“Shhh, MC. Shhhh. It’s gonna be okay. It’s okay.”

Tears streamed down MC’s face as he nodded slowly- though all he felt was that he had lost everything.

Zen:

Zen was on the way home from a shoot- MC had left the set early as he had said his parents needed to talk to him about something urgent.

He walked up the stairs, walking down the hall, turning the handle of their apartment door.

He kicked off his shoes, walking towards the living room, gasping in shock as he saw MC kneeling on the floor, keeled over

He ran to his side, grabbing him by the shoulders

“MC! MC, are you okay?!”

MC looked up at him slowly, his eyes bloodshot, his face tear-stained and swollen.

Zen felt his heart sink, pulling his boyfriend into his arms

“Babe, what happened?!”

MC went limp in Zen’s arms, too weak to hold himself up.

“My parents… They saw the magazine announcement that I’m your manager… And boyfriend..”

“What’s wrong with that?” Zen spoke without thinking, though he was sure he already knew- and it made him feel sick.

“They,” MC bit his quivering lip, his eyes welling with tears, “They said they don’t want a fag son- and a famous fag son is worse.”

Zen felt his insides boiling, a mixture of sadness and rage swimming around his insides.

MC rested his head on Zen’s shoulder, bringing Zen back to the present

“I’m disowned.”

Zen let out his breath, shaking his head, hugging MC tighter

“I’m sorry MC. I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you. We’re in this together,” he smiled weakly at MC, who gave a small, broken smile in return

Zen felt his heart drop, knowing there was next to nothing he could do to soothe this trauma in his lover’s heart.

Jumin:

MC was on his way to visit Jumin at work! He was bringing him his favourite kind of coffee, humming happily to himself as he walked down the hall of C&R.

He became concerned as he saw two bodyguards run by, picking up his pace to se what was happening

He gasped as he saw bodyguards with guns pointing into Jumin’s office, a small glimpse of hands grasping at Jumin’s lapel

MC ran towards them, gasping in shock as he saw what was going on

There stood his father, his grip on Jumin’s collar tight, his face an angry red

“Dad?!”

Jumin glanced over at MC as he heard his voice

“This is your father? What a pleasure.”

MC’s father glared at Jumin, glancing towards the bodyguards, who didn’t let up their aim.

“Dad, what the hell are you doing with him?!”

“What am I doing,” his father laughed, dropping Jumin, stepping towards MC, refraining as the bodyguards continued to point, “What the hell do you mean what am I doing?! What are you doing?!”

“I don’t-”

“Suddenly we hear on the news that the Heir of C&R has gotten married- to OUR SON?! Not only are you gay, the whole fucking world knows that our son is a twink!”

Jumin’s eyes turned cold, stepping between them, shielding MC from his father’s view.

His father growled, his face still red and fiery

“Did you pay him?! Did you pay our son to be a faggot?!”

“No, but I will happily pay you to leave.” Jumin didn’t even blink as he spoke

MC’s father made a noise of disgust

“I don’t want money from people like you. I’ll leave on my own- and you,” he spat at MC, glaring down at him, “Never show your face to any of us ever again.” He stormed past the bodyguards, slamming doors out of his way.

“Should we go after him?”

“Stand down,” Jumin spoke, “I notified the police with an alarm a while ago. They should be waiting outside by now, I presume.”

The bodyguards nodded, leaving the room to give them privacy, the doors closing behind them. Jumin knelt down, scooping up MC into his arms, carrying him to a comfy chair in the back corner of his office.

He sat him down, kneeling on the floor behind him, wiping tears off of his lover’s cheeks

“MC… Are you hurt?”

MC hiccuped, shaking his head.

“I should be asking you that- My father assaulted you-”

“I don’t care about that.”

“You should.”

“I do not. I only care about you.”

MC’s shoulders shook as he cried. He brought his palms to his face, gasping into them. Jumin ran his hands along MC’s arms, his brows coming together sadly.

“I won’t let your father or anyone else harm us. I’ll keep us safe. They won’t be allowed anywhere near you.”

MC didn’t respond- he only cried into Jumin’s arms.

V was holding a gallery for his photographs, of which he described His love as his muse for this series.

In the pamphlets given out upon arrival, it showed a picture of V and MC staring into each others’ eyes, and a short description of their relationship before going into detail about the info on all the photos in the gallery

MC was watching with V as people walked about, admiring the photos, when suddenly they heard a commotion from the front door

To MC’s surprise, his mother was there, shrieking in a frantic manner

“This HAS to be a MISTAKE! This is my son, and he is not-”

She glanced over, suddenly seeing MC there, and her lips turned into a scowl as she saw V at his side.

“Is this a joke?”

MC felt sick as she approached him

“Mother-”

“Did you plan on keeping this a secret from me?! That you’re with a- a-”

“A person who loves him.” V spoke softly, and MC’s mother snarled.

“Don’t speak to me, I don’t want to hear your voice! I can’t believe you would do this to us, MC!”

“I didn’t do anything, Mom- I just love him, i can’t help that-”

“Bullshit! Bullshit!” She threw the pamphlet at his feet, storming out of the doors.

MC bent down, picking up the crumpled pamphlet, smoothing it out, staring sadly at the photo of himself and V, looking so happy and carefree

He looked up as he felt V’s hand on his shoulder, smiling sadly at MC

MC looked back out the doors, his chest feeling hollow yet overflowing at the same time as he threw the crushed pamphlet in the trash.

Saeran:

MC and Saeran had gone to go get ice cream from the Ice cream shop nearby.

Saeran held MC’s hand as they walked, Saeran listening and nodding as MC talked about anything at all

They were just about to turn the corner to the shop, when suddenly a voice stopped them

“MC?”

They turned, MC freezing as he saw his parents staring at their linked hands

“Mom..? Dad?”

MC’s mother started to cry, his father just shaking his head in disapproval.

“I had never hoped to see you like this.”

“See him like what?” Saeran snarled. MC squeezed his hand, silently begging him to refrain, and he did, reluctantly.

“How could you ruin our family like this?” His mother spoke through her tears.

“I’m not ruining anything-”

“You can’t have kids with a man!”

“I can adopt.”

“That’s not the same, that’s not continuing the family line-”

“Who cares if they wouldn’t be blood related? Or we could have a surrogate. I love saeran. And who says I even want kids? What does it matter?!” MC’s breath was heavy, despite the glare in his eyes, Saeran could see the tears sparkling at the corners of his eyes.

MC’s father glared, wrapping an arm around his wife.

“You ungrateful bastard. Good luck with-” He eyed Saeran up and down,”- that.” He turned on his heel, walking away with his wife in tow.

MC’s knees felt weak, his head spinning as he watched them walk away.

Saeran stepped in front of him, nuzzling his nose against MC’s, squeezing his hands.

“Let’s go home.”

MC nodded, his throat feeling dry as a desert, his body too numb to even cry, “Yeah,” He spoke slowly as Saeran began to lead him back to their apartment, “Okay…”

Saeran kept his firm grip on MC’s hand, trying his best to hide how much it pained him to feel how limp MC’s body was behind him. He just hoped they could move on soon. MC didn’t deserve this.

Nobody did.

And that’s it for this headcanon ;0; I tried to make the reactions in different places/situations/change up who’s there at what time, etc etc… Gotta keep things interesting, I guess… But I just wanna say- if anyone has ever experienced this from their family, or something along these lines- I can’t imagine how painful that must be, but just please know you aren’t alone. There are lots of people out there who will love you and care for you just like family really should. Blood doesn’t always equal family- You can choose your family if you need to. You’re never alone. PEOPLE LOVE YOU OK PLEASE BE HAPPY YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS ok i just felt the need to say that that is all ~

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egggshellent · 4 years ago

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Updates ruin lives

#first blow: magic the gathering #update has a background scenario for certain type of matches that causes nausea for many #and my poor bf so much eye pain and discomfort he can't play much of the game anymore #literally the only game his post LASIK eyes could handle #second blow: messenger #messenger in vid call used to be like #u exit fullscreen call and it turns into miniature version of the video call and you can text while seeing the other person #well #now its weird half and half of both of us that looks super awkward #LITERALLY ONLY WAY WE CAN PROPERLY VIDEO CALL AND COMMUNICATE #whatsapp is second best i guess but in smaller version with texting the video call window is kinda small...#we literally went through video calling apps and even Skype had changed it into a weird pulsating circle???#and yea he cant use laptop that much so phone is our only option #and he has been super sick for like four days and weve been talking super little and im so so sad #why is everything soooooo difficult #:( just wanna see and talk to my bf is that too much to ask #like im not even asking meeting him irl at this point....im humble......im not even asking sending packages/postcards to each other #bc thats not possible..... IM NOT EVEN ASKING TO HAVE HIS HOODIE SO I COULD WEAR IT BC THE MAIL DOESNT WORK NORMALLYYY #im not even asking that we could talk out loud on vid call bc thats not possible for us..... he's literally heard me say one word.... ONE #im just...... asking.......messenger.......dont do this to us....#:'(

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tonydadisbestdad · 8 years ago

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Secrets are irrelevant when they can't be kept

Peter ParkerxReader

dad!Tony

Word count: 5381

Summary: You just wanted something normal in your life, but nothing in your life was ever normal.

Being the person you were your life contained many secrets. They all stemmed from one big one. Your father was Tony Stark and the world didn’t know you existed.

It was never really that hard to get around. You grew up homeschooled in a house with him and plenty of staff sworn to secrecy. The downfall to being homeschooled was that all your friends that were also in the same online program were just that, online. No one knew you were Tony Stark’s daughter though. You had your mother’s last name.

She had dropped you in your father’s arms when she was released from the hospital, she refused to keep you and told him to do what he wanted with you. Of course your father had told you all of this. He felt you deserved to know, especially when you were at the phase of asking about her. He had you keep her name to make keeping you a secret easier.

When your father decided to become Iron Man you wanted to kill him. But sadly, you couldn’t convince him to not.

Soon enough things spiralled out of control. He threw you into hiding when things got bad. When your house was destroyed you moved into the tower with him and avoided the other heroes that started to frequent his life.

You dealt with all of it. Doing what you needed to to stay a secret from the world.

Soon enough life sped up and you were graduating high school.

Your father was proud of you. Your grades were perfect. He liked to tease you about being just like him. You would roll your eyes at him. Truth was you were glad he gave you his brain, because from what you’d heard of your mother she definitely wasn’t someone you’d be proud to be like.

Your biggest problem right now was college. Taking online classes for high school allowed you to get done a bit earlier than most, just by a semester, but you hadn’t applied to any college’s yet. The first reason being because you had to speak with your dad first. The second being he’d been away for a straight month and made it back by the scrape of his teeth for your graduation ceremony. Really just a skype call with all your classmates and teacher where she honored all of you.

When you ended the call your dad kissed the top of your head and congratulated you.

You asked him about his trip and he told you all about it’s success.

You didn’t want to ruin the good day so you waited. However, you kept putting it off. After a week you finally put your fears aside and went down to the lab.

He was fixing up his suit from the last mission when you entered.

“Hey sunshine,” he greeted, throwing you a smile.

“Dad, can I talk to you?” You asked, if you didn’t get it out right away, you’d end up chickening out.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, setting what he was working on, down.

You took a deep breath. “I wanna go to college.”

“I thought that was the plan?” He asked.

It was, you were going to continue taking classes online.

When you hesitated a frown over took your father’s smile. “Y/N-”

“I’m tired of being here all the time, dad. I want to go be in the world. No one has to know I’m your kid.” You defended before he could tell you no.

“You can get a better education if you stay here and do what we planned.”

“But I can’t get a taste of what’s out there… I want to meet people and sit in a lecture and just be a regular person. Please dad, I want to try….”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Okay, fine. But you stay in the city and you minor in business because of the company.”

The smile that broke out on your face brought a similar one to your father’s. You ran over and hugged him. “Thank you so much.”

“If you don’t like it, I want you to tell me and we’ll get you out.”

You nodded in agreement, even though you knew it wouldn’t happen.

You finally settled on DeVry University. Your dad tried to convince you to pick somewhere else, but he never gave you a good enough reason to not go there.

When the day finally came you argued with him about getting there. You refused a car, not wanting to look suspicious. And much against your father’s approval you got on a bus and went on your way.

While you only received your syllabi for your first few classes, you absolutely loved the place.

There were so many people, and so many things to do and places to eat, it was great.

You couldn't wait to tell your dad all about your day.

The bus was a little full when you got on. More like you were right at the yellow line.

Just as the doors started to close a guy ran up to the doors and squeezed through. He quickly apologized to the bus driver and frowned at the state of the bus.

You tried to shift in more but it wasn’t exactly a good fit.

So here you were face to face with this stranger. Well more like face to chest. He wasn’t much taller than you but it made a difference.

He made sure not to touch you but it was a struggle when the bus started to move. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Oh it’s okay,” you told him. “I’m sorry I can’t move back anymore.

He smiled warmly at you. “Ah no big deal, I’m used to it. What else can be expected from New York City transit.”

You weren’t really sure but you couldn’t tell him that.

You got off one stop before home and oddly enough, so did this guy. You easily lost him in the crowd just in case he was following you.

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” you said, once you reached your room.

“Good evening Miss Y/N,” the a i greeted.

“Can you tell dad I’m home, I wanna tell him about my day.”

“Mr. Stark is currently speaking with one of the Avenger’s, I will notify him as soon as he is done.”

“Thank you~,” you sang.

The rest of your week was just as good as your first day. However, you quickly discovered that you got stuck on the bus with the same guy, every day.

Another thing you noticed was that you had a few classes with him too. When friday finally came around the bus was a lot less full and you found two empty seats and sat in one.

The young man, always late ran up to the bus and ended up sitting next to you.

You kept your eyes out the window. Wondering why this was your luck.

“So um, I’m Peter by the way,” he said.

You looked up into his brown eyes, surprised.

He smiled and held his hand out to you.

“Y/N,” you told him, shaking his hand. There was something strange about him. You could feel it, you just hoped it wasn’t that he was stalking you.

“I don’t want sound like a creep but um, I noticed you in some of my classes and I just figured maybe we could be friends?” He suggested.

“I noticed you too,” you told him.

He blushed but his smile widened. “Yeah?”

“I mean I have spent all week taking the bus with you,” you chuckled.

“True,” he said. “So, what do you say?”

You gave his question some thought. You had yet to actually meet anyone, as you were trying to figure your classes out. He seemed nice enough. You nodded. “I’d like that.” You told him, keeping in mind to make sure you were cautious around him.

You couldn’t deny that his smile made your stomach flutter.

“Awesome,” he said before standing up.

It was time to get off the bus so you stood too. “I’ll see ya monday,” you said, turning to go off towards the tower.

“Hey wait,” he said, catching up to you.

You looked at him as he fell into step with you.

“I’m heading this way too, mind if I walk with you?” He asked.

You did, but he was supposed to be your new friend. “Not at all. Where are you heading?”

“Stark Tower, I uh have an internship there.” He explained.

All you could think was ABORT! Of course that’s where he was heading.

“What about you?” He asked.

“Just… home,” you told him, it was the truth.

When you reached the doors of Stark Tower Peter smiled at you.

“See ya, Y/N.”

“Bye, Peter,” you said, watching him go.

You groaned and walked around the building to the back entrance.

Soon enough the two of you were sitting in classes together and hanging out during your breaks. You learned about each other and you quickly found that your first friend was a really great guy.

Soon enough you realized you were developing a crush on him. Your thoughts were confirmed when you went home with him to study for a test and you met his Aunt May. The way they interacted made your heart melt.

You were getting ready to leave after dinner when your dad called you.

“Hey dad,” you said, turning the volume down slightly so Peter couldn’t hear him.

“Hey sunshine, where are you?” He asked.

“At my friend’s house, we were studying for a test we have tomorrow.” You told him.

“Do you want me to send a car for you? It’s pretty late.”

You rolled your eyes at your father’s over protectiveness. “Dad, I’ll be fine. I gotta go or I’m gonna miss the bus.”

He sighed. “Please be careful. Love you.”

“Love you too, dad.” You hung up and found Peter shrugging a hoodie on. “What are you doing?”

He looked at you like confused. “I’m not letting you go home alone.”

“I’ll be fine, Peter,” you told him, throwing you bag over your shoulder.

“Y/N, even if your dad hadn’t just called you and you turned down a ride, I was still planning on going with you.” He defended.

“How did you hear that? My volume was like all the way down,” you accused.

Peter blushed some. “Uh, I just assumed that’s what happened?” He sounded like he was making it up as he went but you let it slide.

“You don’t have to.”

He smiled widely. “I want to. I want to make sure you get home okay.”

“Well thanks,” you told him. You’d have an entire trip home to think about how you’d get Peter to not figure out you lived in Stark Tower.

Your trip back was enjoyable. Peter had thrown a protective arm around you as you laughed with him about the guy that was checking you on on the subway.

When you started to approach the tower your stomach knotted.

“Here’s good,” you said, coming to a halt in front of the glass doors.

Peter dropped his arm from your shoulder and stood in front of you. “Y/N come on, I’m not gonna let you go home alone, we got this far-”

“I’m just another block down,” you lied. “I’ll be fine Peter, go or you won’t make the next bus.”

He shrugged. “That’s okay, I want to make sure you get in okay.”

“I will text you as soon as I’m in.”

Peter frowned. “If something happened to you because I didn’t take you all the way home I’d never forgive myself.” There was a new emotion you’d never seen in Peter’s eyes. Was he scared? No… it wasn’t fear. It was pain.

You were about to respond when your phone started ringing. You groaned and pulled it out to answer it. “Yeah?” You asked.

“I see you in front of the doors, who’s the guy?” Your dad asked.

“His names Peter, Dad. Didn’t I tell you already?” You asked, unable to stop yourself from looking at the camera’s in the corner of the door.

Peter turned back and glanced where you had. When he looked back at you he had an eyebrow cocked.

From the other side of the phone it sounds like your dad smacked his forehead. He was silent for a moment before he finally said something, “Bring him up.”

“What?” You asked. You turned away from Peter, not wanting him overhear again.

“I want to meet him. And if he’s your friend it’ll be fine. I’ll swear him to secrecy.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yup, come on.”

You looked back at Peter, he looked more confused than you felt him. You hung up your phone and grabbed Peter’s hand. You pulled him into the tower towards a special elevator that went straight up passed all the offices.

“Uh, Y/N? What are we doing?” Peter asked, as you drug him along. “We aren’t allowed to use this elevator.”

“Yes we can. My dad wants to meet you,” you told him, pressing the button. The elevator opened and you stepped in.

When the doors closed it shot up and you realized you were still holding Peter’s hand. You blushed and released it.

“Sorry,” Peter said, a blush flowing over his cheeks now too.

When the doors opened your dad was there waiting.

Peter looked from your dad to you then back to your dad, wide in confusion. “Uh h-hey, hey Mr. Stark. I’m so sorry we um we-.” Peter looked back to you again.

You sighed and stepped off the elevator. “Peter this is my dad. Dad that’s-”

“Peter.” Your dad stated.

“Yeah,” you answered, you turned to look back at Peter.

His eyes were shooting back and forth between the two of you.

“Come on, kid,” your dad said, an aggressive tone coming out.

You flinched, praying he wouldn’t embarrass you.

Peter stepped off the elevator, but he didn’t snap out of his confused state.

“So,” your dad started. “Y/N, you can run along I wanna talk to your /friend/ for a minute alone, okay?”

“Dad come on, don’t freak him out.” You said, frowning.

“I’m not going to,” your dad defended. “Peter, you wanna see my lab?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Uh-,” Peter started. “Yeah, of course, sir.”

As they left to go to your dad’s lab you quickly went to your room and ordered F.R.I.D.A.Y. to show you the security camera’s.

You watched your dad smack Peter upside the head.

“Ow,” Peter said, rubbing his head.

You were going to kill your dad.

“This is exactly what I didn’t want happening,” your dad said glaring at him.

“What are you talking about?” Peter asked, suddenly seeming less nervous. As if he was comfortable around your dad.

“I didn’t want her going to the same school as you because I knew, I /knew/ you were going to end up running into each other. And of course you had to make friends with her.”

“How was I supposed to know you had a daughter?” Peter asked quickly. “Sir with all due respect why doesn’t anyone know you have a daughter?”

“It’s a long story and I don’t want to tell you. But I’m going to tell you you aren’t going to tell anyone. You’re going to walk out of here like this didn’t happen. I knew you wouldn’t let her ‘walk the rest of the way alone’ so this was really the only real option. You just had to be a good kid.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Sorry, comes with the territory.”

You stared at the screen before you now confused.

There was a knock at your door.

“Y/N,” your dad said, beyond your door. You quickly realized friday delayed the footage and cut you off. You cursed the ai.

You closed your computer and opened your door.

“Go say bye,” he said, pointing towards your living room.

You stepped past him and looked at him suspiciously.

Peter waved at you as you approached. “Hey.”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you,” you said.

“It’s okay. We can talk about this some other time. Aunt May’s probably worried sick.” He told you, pulling you into a hug. “I’ll text you when I’m home.”

Somehow Peter always smelled good, it was never too much but it was just enough to be noticeable and distinct.

When you let go of him he left the way you’d brought him in. “Night, Peter.”

Your father was behind you when you turned back around. “You knew him.”

“You were eavesdropping.” He stated.

“Why didn’t you want me to meet him? Is it just ‘cause he works here? We didn’t have to tell him.

Plus, how do you know he’s such a good guy? He’s an intern. There are hundred’s here.”

Your dad sighed, he flung his arm around you and pulled you to the couch. “Peter’s my intern. I picked him. He works with me. I didn’t want you to go to school with him because I knew you two would end up meeting because he is working towards the same thing you are.”

“Since when do you have a personal intern?” You asked.

“A few years now.” Your dad told you truthfully. “Look sunshine. I trust him to not tell anyone, but I didn’t explain anything to him, as I’m sure you heard. There are some things you need to talk to him about and I’m sure there’s some stuff he needs to tell you. But take your time. Now, go get some rest. You have a test tomorrow.”

You were tired. “Okay,” you settled, not wanting to deal with your father’s strange ways.

You and Peter easily fell back into rhythm as if nothing had happened. To your surprise he didn’t start treating you differently just because you were his bosses daughter. Nor did he out you to the media. He also didn’t press you about the details of your secret.

Every passing day you found more things you liked about Peter and even though you weren’t sure sometimes you thought maybe he felt the same.

You were sitting in the library waiting for Peter to show up during your gap. He was running really late and not answering your messages. It wasn’t unlike him to do that, he told you he got distracted a lot and just didn’t answer his phone. But usually he was here by now.

“Hey,” a male voice said from behind you.

You turned, knowing it wasn’t Peter. It was a guy that sat next to you in a class you and Peter didn’t share. “Hi, Jimmy,” you greeted. He liked to talk to you when your teacher gave you paper’s to work on in class. You didn’t really like him that much, but he hadn’t done anything wrong so you let it slide.

“How would you feel about goin on a date with me sometime?” He suggested.

You were absolutely shocked. You’d never actually been asked out before, sure you had a few flings with guys in high school on your online classes but you never even got to meet them. And here was this guy you didn’t really like, asking you out. “Oh, um.” You started, not sure what to tell him. You still had half a semester to get through with him.

He smiled and sat down next to you. “Come on, it’ll be great.”

“I’m sorry-” you tried to get out.

“Don’t say sorry say yes.” Jimmy said, a frown now marring his face.

You rolled your eyes. “Look, you’re nice and all but-”

“Then there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Hey buddy.” A new voice said behind you.

You sighed in relief knowing it was Peter.

“She’s not interested, move along.”

Jimmy stood, he was much bigger than Peter, which worried you. You hoped Peter wouldn’t say anything too harsh to upset the guy.

When you turned around you saw Peter had a black eye. You frowned.

“I think that’s for Y/N to decide.” Jimmy stated.

“Maybe if you would have let her speak.” Peter stated.

“You want a matching set of black eyes?” Jimmy threatened.

You stood quickly and got in front of the bigger man. “Jimmy, this is Peter, my boyfriend.” You don’t know why you said it but you didn’t know what else you could do to get him to back off. “I’d really appreciate you not threatening him, thanks. Sorry but I’m not interested.” You quickly grabbed your bag and Peter’s arm and pulled him away.

“What happened to you,” you quickly asked as you made it out of the building.

“I could have taken him,” Peter defended.

You stopped. “Where did you get the black eye?”

Peter shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You expect me to believe you could have taken that guy especially when you look like you just got beat up?!”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t get mad at me… I was just trying to help…”

You sighed. “I’m sorry. I… I was just scared he was gonna hurt you and I saw you with a bruised face and I was worried and just wanted to get out of there, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter agreed.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the library and toward where you knew there was food to find some ice for Peter’s eye.

You easily found a table, dumped the cup of ice you got into a napkin and pressed it to his face. “What happened?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” He answered.

“I am worried about it.”

“The other guy looks worse than I do,” he mumbled.

“Peter Parker, tell me what happened, right this second.” You demanded.

“I can’t.”

You frowned at him. A worrying line forming between your brows. You gently removed the ice from his eye.

He blinked readjusting to the light. “So uh, I’m your boyfriend now?” A smirked started to form on his lips.

You blushed and looked away. “I have class with the guy. I didn’t want him to ask me again so I lied, big deal.”

Peter chuckled and bumped your leg with his own.

When you looked back at him he was smiling.

“We could always make that lie truth…,” Peter suggested.

You blushed. “What?”

“For the record I was going to ask you anyway… and I’m sure your dad is going to kill me… but I really like you and I don’t want this to be weird or ruin anything so if you don’t want to I totally underst-”

He was rambling. He was rambling about liking you, and you couldn’t help yourself. You placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in. It was a gentle kiss, but both of you melted into it.

“I’d love to,” you told him, pressing your forehead against his.

He left out a short breath, almost close to a chuckle and smiled like an idiot.

Dating Peter was better than you thought it’d be. Soon enough you’d made it past Christmas and into your second semester. Everything was great.

Except for the random times when Peter disappeared. But you let it slide, trusting that whatever he was doing was important.

It wasn’t until one of your dad’s missions that you thought something was off.

The day your dad left, Peter dropped off the face of the earth. He wouldn’t answer your calls, he wasn’t in class. It was now three days later and you were scared. So you found Aunt May’s number and called.

“He didn’t tell you?” Aunt May asked, sounding concerned. “He’s away on a trip with Mr. Stark. He said he should be home by tomorrow.”

You frowned further. How could that be? “Okay, thank you May.” You tried to sound chipper but you were sure she caught wind that you were upset before you hung up.

You called your dad next only to have the call declined. He must be fighting. He never declined your calls unless he was fighting. And that was only because he didn’t want anyone to hear the conversation.

Where on earth could Peter be?

Later that night when your dad finally returned your call you answered on the first ring. “Hi dad.”

“Y/N,” he started.

Instantly you knew something was wrong. He never called you by name when you started a conversation. You were always sunshine. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“It’s Peter…” he started. “I’m sending for you. Be ready in 5.”

You scrambled out of your pajamas and waited in the livingroom for friday to tell you to go downstairs. However the ai never said anything. It was the ding of the elevator that caught your attention.

“He had to of sent us on a wild goose chase. Peter never mentioned having a girlfriend.” Captain America said as he and Black Widow stepped off the elevator.

“No he didn’t,” the redhead said, spotting you. You could tell she was shocked, but she didn’t look as shocked as the Captain.

“Oh my God.”

Black Widow stepped forward. “You must be Y/N. I’m Nat, this is Steve.”

You walked towards them. “Nice to meet you. What happened and can we go?” You were too worried about Peter to even think about the fact that you were meeting two superheroes you spent so long avoiding.

They didn’t hesitate to turn back around and get back in the elevator.

“So,” Steve started. “How long have you and Peter been dating?”

“Three months,” you answered, stepping off the elevator and onto the roof. A plane sat there and the two heroes didn’t hesitate to bring you aboard.

You sat and buckled in. Steve flew the plane and Nat sat next to you.

“So I guess I’m not going to know what happened until I get there, huh?” You asked.

“Your boss said he wanted to talk to you in person and that we weren’t supposed to say anything.” Nat replied.

Your boss. Which meant your dad had only told them you were Peter’s girlfriend and that you worked for him.

“But we can tell you that Peter was hurt.” Steve answered.

You stayed silent the rest of the trip. Your leg bouncing violently. You were going to kill your father.

As soon as you were back on the ground you were up and moving.

Steve and Nat quickly led you through what you knew to be the compound.

When you spotted your father he was pacing outside a room.

You didn’t hesitate to run past the two other heroes to him. “What the hell happened /dad/?”

Your father froze. He looked from you to his teammates then back.

“Dad?” Steve asked in shock.

“Where is he?” You demanded.

“In the room but Y/N-”

You quickly turned and entered the room. Not only did you find the Hulk, Bruce Banner, wrapping Peter’s head. But there was Peter, lying in a bed, unconscious.

Your dad groaned behind you as Steve pestered him with questions. “Not now Steve.” Your dad shut the door behind himself after entering.

“Why on earth was he with you?!”

“He was supposed to tell you.” Your father stated.

“Tell me what?!” You knew you were being out of hand but you didn’t care. You cared too much about Peter and here he was. You wanted to cry. The fear you had of losing your father to a mission hitting you full force. You didn’t know you had to worry about Peter too.

“We won’t know if he’s okay, until he wakes up,” Bruce informed. “I’ll give you the room.” He left without another word.

Tears started falling before you could even think about stopping them.

Your dad sighed and pulled you in. “He’ll be fine. The kid's a fighter.”

“Why was he with you?” You sobbed.

“Sunshine, Peter’s Spider-Man.”

As much as you couldn’t believe it you did. It explained a lot.

“What h-happened?”

“It’s a long story but Peter got hurt and it’s my fault. He wasn’t supposed to be on the mission but he insisted…”

You sobbed again and hid in your father’s shoulder.

He held you until you calmed down. “I’m going to go speak with the team. Bruce will probably be back in soon.”

“I’m sorry I let it slip…”

Your dad nodded and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s about time I told them.”

Finally your father released you and left the room. You sat next to Peter, held onto his hand and sat lost in your thoughts.

It wasn’t until there was a bang on the door that you snapped out of it.

The door swung open Sam was pressed against the door and Bucky was standing in the doorway with Steve.

“Are you really his kid?” Sam asked, stepping in next to them.

You nodded.

“You guys owe me money,” Bucky stated. “I told you he had to have a kid somehow.”

You rolled your eyes. Your father was a big ladies man when he was younger, so it wasn’t surprising that people assumed this.

Nat was next to show up. “Guys, this isn’t the time.”

“Sorry,” the trio said, before quickly backing out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

You sighed and gave a gentle squeeze to Peter’s hand, hoping he’d wake up soon.

It didn’t take long for Bruce and your dad to return.

“Why don't you come up and stay in a room, sunshine,” your dad suggested.

“I’m not leaving his side,” you stated.

Your dad sighed. “I figured as much. I’ll go find an extra blanket.”

When you woke up the next morning, half on Peter’s bed and half in a chair, you felt a gentle squeeze to your hand. You shot up and looked at Peter.

He let out a soft groan, his eyes fluttered open. “Y-Y/N?”

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly.

“What…?” He started to ask but as he looked around he realized where he was and let his head fall back. He groaned.

“Peter…”

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I-I meant to tell you…”

“I don’t care right now… how are you feeling?”

“I’ll be fine,” he answered, glancing at you.

The worry in your eyes made him look away.

You tugged your hand from his and texted your dad that Peter was awake.

The silence between the two of you stuck until your dad and Bruce entered the room.

When you, your father and Peter finally returned to the tower that day your dad left the two of you for his lab.

“You should probably get home,” you told him.

“Can we talk,” he asked. “Please?”

You sighed and pulled him to your room. You flopped down on your bed and looked him over. He looked tired and bruised but God was he perfect to you.

“I know you know already but I need to say it because I didn’t get to.. and I know it won’t make up for things but I need to…. Y/N I’m Spider-Man.”

You nodded. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It was shitty of me. You gave me your all and I kept this from you…”

You looked away from him, it was true. It hurt.

“Are you mad at me?”

You shook your head. “No… I just… I-I could have lost you a-and you didn’t tell me. You didn’t prepare me for this. I worry everyday that I’m going to lose my dad. I didn’t know I had to worry about you too.” Tears filled your eyes.

Peter kneeled down in front of you and took your hand. “I’m sorry. Truly.”

You nodded and wiped at your face as your tears fell.

“I love you,” Peter whispered.

That finally got you to look at him.

He smiled shyly at you.

“I love you too, Peter.”

He leaned up and kissed you.

You sighed into it.

“Hey none of that,” your dad said over the com system.

You rolled your eyes as Peter jerked away from you.

“S-sorry si-,” Peter started.

You shook your head and pulled him back to you, kissing him again.

~END~

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pineapplebaby1243 · 8 years ago

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What I can't tell you without crying

A few days ago I felt like I had lost a part of me. I felt like my world just went black and I was lost. The words "we need a break" echo in my head over and over and honestly it's driving me crazy. The feeling in my heart when I heard that still lingers today. I can't say I'm handling it as well as you. Cause now I just feel lost. I mean that was my only home id ever had. Where I felt safe. And I knew I could be myself. I know I done something wrong and I know it's my fault cause you told me that you were still hurt. But now I realize I ended up hurting myself more. But this isn't a please come back to me letter or a guilt trip it's only a way I can express myself and really say how I feel and I'm sorry if you see it any other way. But you. It was always only you. Nobody but you. You were and still are all I want and need. 24/7 it was always you. On my mind. Everywhere I looked and things I heard and seen. It all reminded me of you. When we met I was lost and scared of literally everything and you changed me. The way we met was crazy and I didn't expect it to go any farther than it did but I fell in love. I remember the first phone call. We were to nervous to actually turn the camera on, on Skype so we just talked until 3 in the morning east coast time. You were at your friends and you guys played Xbox and talked about cars and you made corny jokes just so I'd laugh because you told me I should smile more because it was beautiful and I laughed one time and you told me " I hear the smile in that laugh". You used to tell me not to cover my smile cause it was beautiful. We used to watch movies together. We made playlists together. You used to send me corny pick up line just one after the other just trying to make me laugh and smile but it only made me fall for you more. I was yours and you didn't know it yet. I loved the way you were just so smart. You impressed me. We had the same common Interests. Such as cars music movies even philosophy. I remember how I asked you to send me a photo to see what you looked like and you told me not to stop talking to you because that's what most people done and all I could think after seeing you was omg they are fucking idiots he's adorable. I remember the foods you ate and how you didn't like flavorful foods. I thought you were crazy because I live in the south and all we eat is flavorful food. I remember how interesting it was to meet someone from the west coast. I remember you used to drink mt dew all the time. And we talked about the future and you wanted to be a rally racer and own a Subaru. Favorite car a nova. Loved anime. we used to have arguments about football and the panthers and Seahawks. We talked about dream date ideas and hell we even got "married". We went and looked at wedding rings and all that. It was fun. It made me happy. It got me away from my pain and I never put my wall up with you cause I knew I could trust you and you'd always care for me. I was me. For 7 months I was me. I found myself with you. You promised me you'd get me outta this little piss poor town and get me away from everything that hurt me cause you seen the damage it done to me. You knew my fears and my goals and dreams. I knew yours. We talked about our childhood. Hell we talked about our own kids and our own little life. But now all it's so blurry. I used to be afraid of people and I told myself before I met you that I'd never trust again and I'd never do the whole relationship thing again then you just came into my life and all that went away. I fell harder and deeper in love with you than anyone else. You meant more to me than anything I'd ever had in my life. You are my world and my one and only and now I feel like I lost that. You bring out the best in me. You taught me how to love myself. I mean all I ever wanted was to run through the airport and jump in your arms. I love you so much and my biggest fear was losing you and it came true. I haven't slept much lately cause all I've ever done since I met you was dream of you. And I know I'm difficult and I'm such a girl sometimes but I try my best and I'm sorry for anything and everything I done. I just love you so much. I know you say it's for the best and that you need time to work on yourself and I understand that, it's just hard on me because my biggest fear is that while you work on yourself is that you realize that you don't need me or want me anymore. And If that happens I honestly wouldn't blame you because of how I am. I mean I've never been wanted by anyone before I met you. Not even family wise. I only wanna be goofy with you and make you happy. I don't care about one else. I wanna do all those things we had planned like watch Disney movies and go on long night drives and just be stupid with you. That one lake date I had planned. And the lake is like the only other place I could be myself other than when I was with you. And it was where I escaped to before I had you and now I can't go back there without wishing I could just jump off the bridge and disappear forever. There's no one I wanna spend the rest of my life with but you. I know we've had rough times already but I just wanna get better. I want us to get better. You made me get over my fears and you made me a better person. I will never forget the morning you fell in love with me. I'll never forget those long phone calls. I'll never forget that you knew my favorite car and you built my dream car on forza. I'll never forget how I was the first one to say I love you by saying "I love you more than dolphins love water". I'll never forget the promises and the way we said we will always find our way back home and I cried because I knew I'd really found my home with you. I will always remember the little things. Like your favorite colors are red and black. I opened up to you more than anyone in my family. I always came to you about my problems and when I was hurt because you were the only one to help me and was really there. I knew I could rely on you. Even though we were long distant and everyone was like oh they never work out I was so determined to prove them wrong because we were so strong. You made me who I am and without you I'm lost. I can't look in the mirror and see the same person I did 2 weeks ago. I guess all I'm really trying to say is that your the love of my life and I don't want to lose you for good. Even if we are on a break I still miss you and it hurts like hell and I really want you. But for its for the best I guess I'll have to deal with the pain. I just wish I could know the outcome. If we are really gonna be able to come back together and this be okay or if we are gonna grow apart? I just want it to be okay again. We made it 7 months and they were some of the most amazing exciting and perfect because I had you.We were always on the same page. We had the same opinions. The only thing we ended up disagreeing on was what color to paint your truck. And it wasn't even really a disagreement. We joked around all the time. We had "arguments" and "fights" (he knows what I'm talking about) You may not see it but you are still my man and are my baby. your my soul mate. And it hurts that your so far away and now it feels like your even farther away now that we are on a break. I just don't wanna go through this life without you by my side. But like I said I don't want this to seem like I'm trying to guilt trip you into coming back because I'm not. I just love you and there's no way I can just let you walk away for a while without knowing how I felt and where I stand. I just don't wanna lose myself while I wait for you to find you. I poisoned myself in the love you gave me. I drowned in your eyes and suffocated myself with the sweet words you told me. I froze at the thought of a touch of your skin. It's crazy how you could give me chills and never even touch me. You could make me smile and not say a word. I could fall in love with you a million times over and never be bored because it's you and I'm my eyes your the most amazing and interesting thing ever. I'm just so sorry @c

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