#it’s good it’s fine I’m just a little sad cause I haven’t had the time or inspiration to do malevolent art that I can post

[samglyph]

He needs attention

[itgetsdark-x]

This Heat is Gettin’ To Me

Summary: Beach day’s with your dad had always been enjoyable; the sun, the sea, the beer and now Joel was there, it was far more enjoyable for you.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI plssss!! Public sex, age gap (unspecified but Joel would be mid forties, reader in twenties), unprotected p in v (do better & wrap it)

Characters: Dbf!Joel Miller x (f) reader

Word Count: 3.1k

(Divider by @saradika-graphics)

It was a baking hot day, the peak of summer and here you were; at the beach with your father and his close friend, Joel Miller. Days at the beach had always been your favourite times and now that Joel was here it provided a new level of attraction to the day out. You had been here since pretty early in the morning which luckily meant you had a good spot on the beach, there were people everywhere; families with young children, couples, friends and even a few dogs running around. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if people thought your father and Joel were a couple. 

“Do you not ever get worried that people will assume you and my dad are a couple?” You asked bluntly, peering up over your sunglasses to stare at Joel who was rubbing sunscreen into his muscly biceps. 

“What?!” Joel laughed, pausing his motions in confusion. 

“Well I was sat here reading my book, people watching and looking at all the couples and stuff and then I thought about you and dad.” You shrugged. “I mean, I totally ship it. Just you men never have girlfriends and now I’m thinking it’s because ladies are scared off by thinking you’re a couple.”

Joel shook his head with a fond smile on his features, he went back to applying his sunscreen; you leant back onto your arms and greedily watched him behind your shades. His large palms rubbed over his arms and eventually reached his chest, soft white and dark hairs peppered over his tanned skin and you would lying if you said it didn’t make you wet. You gently rubbed your thighs together, trying to stave off the throbbing as you imagined how it would feel to have his hands all over your body. 

You were ripped from your filthy thoughts when an outline of a man appeared in front of you and handed you a beer, you looked up the sun blocking his features but you knew it was your dad. 

“You okay, sweetie? You look flushed.” Your dad asked and resumed his position next to you, he laid down under the sun shade and rested his arm behind his head. 

“Y-yeah, must be the sun. I’ll go into the sea in a bit and cool down.” You lied, Joel looked over at you with a raised brow but directed his attention back to rubbing the sunscreen into his legs. 

It almost killed you off and you stared into the can of your beer and sipped at it, trying to distract yourself in any way possible. 

“Oh, your sweet daughter there seemed to have an epiphany whilst you were doing the drinks run.” Joel laughed, sitting the other side of you and cracking open his cool beer. 

“Yeah? What was it, sweet pea?” 

“Nothing. Just maybe wondered if the reason y’all don’t have girlfriends is because people think you and Miller are dating or something.” You shrugged, your gaze darting between the two men. 

Your dad barked out a loud laugh, which in turn, cause your own to erupt and soon the three of you were sat there in your own little world, crying with laughter. Your dad recovered from his laughing fit, wiping his tears away with the backs of his hand and shook his head. 

“Sweet pea, I can’t speak for Joel but I’m single because it’s not a priority for me. I go out to bars and see all these younger women with their next-to-nothing outfits on and it just makes me sad. I’m yet to find a woman but that doesn’t mean I haven’t had offers.” Your dad smirked. 

“Gross. So. Gross.” You fake gagged and looked down at your book. “Fine. I’m still convinced people think y’all are a couple and that’s why. But sure. You’ve had offers.”

Joel was still softly chuckling, he looked at you both with adoration and his heart ached softly for his Sarah, she had gone off to college and found herself a nice guy there so she was rarely home anymore, mainly just for the big days like Thanksgiving or Christmas. He watched as your dad joked around with you, his heart bloomed at the thoughts of Sarah but more importantly, he kept staring at you. The way you moved or the way your eyes seemed to sparkle whenever something made you laugh; he could watch you all day with intense interest, he wanted to make you laugh more just to see the sparkle in your features. He certainly couldn’t help the way his eyes followed your heaving chest as you laughed, the red fabric of your bikini top seemed like it could give out any second, somewhere in Joel’s mind he urged it to happen, just so he could catch a glimpse of you, more of you. 

Joel knew his feelings, his lust for you, was wrong on many levels but he also felt like it was mutual at times. He was sure he could see your eyes roaming his body, he could see your mind ticking away at thoughts of him. He tried to be better than his thoughts and not get carried away with them but days at the beach made it impossible, especially when you would walk off to go swim or get a drink; the bottoms of your bikini rose up so high he could almost see all of your ass as you walked. 

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The day wore on, you had your nose in your book for the majority of it, only occasionally leaving to go get another drink or take a dip into the cool sea to cool yourself off. That’s where you were now, you were in the sea, just bobbing along and swimming casually, more just there to feel the cool embrace of the salty water on your tanning skin. You could see your dad and Joel, still, your father had fallen asleep after a couple of beers and no doubt, the heat. Joel was there, his thick legs outstretched as he watched people walk by; you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop when Joel smiled at a younger woman who walked by, his eyes followed her as she left his line of vision. 

You left the water, walked back over to where your father and Joel were sat and you grabbed your towel from the floor, making sure to bend yourself over in Joel’s direction. He noticed, of course he did. His eyes tracked up the length of shapely legs until his gaze bored into your behind, the wet material of your bikini bottoms clung to your ass. 

“This,” you gestured at your dad. “Is the reason you old men shouldn’t drink in the heat, you can’t handle it.” You teased with a soft laugh as you sat yourself down next to Joel on the beach towels. 

“I’m still standing, aren’t I?” Joel retorted with a roll of his eyes. 

“Barely, Miller.” You smirked and grabbed your sunscreen from your bag. 

You took a generous amount and started to rub it into the soft skin of your legs, stretching yourself to cover every inch of your skin liberally. Joel’s eyes watched you, they watched your delicate hands rub your flesh and he hungrily thought how it should be him rubbing you down like that. 

“Joel?” You said annoyed, waving your small hand in front of his features. “I just asked could you please rub some into my back for me?”

Joel was pulled from his trance, crashing back down to earth and silently, he thanked someone up there for answering his prayers. 

“Of course I can, darlin’.” He smiled sweetly and tapped the spot on his towel next to him. “C’mhere and sit in front of me.”

You nodded and placed yourself in front of the male, as instructed. Joel’s large hands were soon rubbing at the bare flesh of your shoulders and you shuddered under his touch, the sunscreen cool against your burning skin. His hands dipped lower, his fingers rubbing the creamy liquid into your skin; his fingers dug into your shoulders roughly and you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your lips. 

Joel couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he let his fingers expertly massage your tense shoulders, your head lulled forward as you enjoyed the sensation of him massaging you. 

“You wanna stop moaning so loud, your daddy will wake up and get the wrong idea, sweetheart.” Joel chuckled, his voice fanning across your ear as he leant forward. 

“Feels so good though.” You sighed happily, your eyes falling shut as Joel continued to rub your body down. 

“Too bad your sunscreen is applied then, isn’t it.” Joel teased with a smirk. 

You whined softly, feeling annoyed as his hands left your body and you turned your head behind yourself to look at the male. 

“D-don’t stop… please. Feels so good.”

Joel cocked his head to the side as you took his hands and placed them back on your body, you held his hand as you guided them back over to your skin. You slid them slowly down the curved lines of your side, back up and let them draw slowly over your bikini-clad chest until you rested them back onto your shoulders with a soft, contented sigh. 

Joel cleared his throat behind you, he could feel himself almost immediately stiffen in his swim shorts as his palms rubbed over your chest, he could feel the hard bud of your nipples under the thin fabric. There had always been flirtatious jokes between you, ever since you came into Joel’s life you had become this sort of forbidden fruit that lingered over his head. He knew he couldn’t ever have you, you were his friend’s daughter and so much younger than him. But there you were today, in an impossibly small bikini, your smooth skin just begging to be devoured by him there and then. And your hands on his? Leading him over the most forbidden expanses of your body, right whilst your father snoozed by you both. 

“Darlin’…” Joel warned breathlessly, his hands still massaging your shoulders. 

“Joel.” You smirked. 

“What are you playing at?” He asked quietly, his face lingering near the skin of your neck, his lips ghosting over you causing you to shudder. 

“Hmm?” You hummed innocently. “Just putting you to work, your massage feels amazing. Plus you’re protecting my delicate, young skin from the dangers of skin cancer.” You jested. 

“Oh is that right? I forgot you needed sunscreen smeared over your bikini.” 

You laughed softly, you knew you Joel wanted you and you wanted him just as bad. You weren’t sure whether it was a cumulative reaction from the baking sun, the beers or Joel’s heady scent but something was making you bold; your eyes scanned the area to ensure no eyes were on you before you took Joel’s hands once more and landed them onto your breasts. You squeezed his hands this time so he could properly cup the fleshy mounds and you bit back a soft moan. 

“I want you…” you whispered, you could still feel Joel’s lips near your skin and he soon took it upon himself to kiss at the sensitive pulse point in your neck. 

You pressed your body backwards to his and almost immediately you could feel the hard curve of his thick member pressing against your ass; just the thin materials of your swimsuits keeping you away from what you craved. You clenched around nothing, your body throbbing to feel him where you wanted him most. 

“Fuck.” Joel cursed. “Keep making me touch you and I’ll cum in my shorts like a teenage boy.” He laughed, his hands following down the curve of your sides until he gripped at your ass roughly. 

Joel stood up behind you, you turned around to protest but he was holding his hand out for you to take it. You obliged, unsure of his plan but willing to follow him anywhere. 

“Where are we?” You asked and Joel just turned around to smirk at you. 

He led you over to the shoreline, towards a more secluded area and slowly he submerged you both into the water. The ocean came up to around your chest, you were able to stand but the waves splashed around you to hide you both well. 

“Needed to hide away from everyone, need to have my way with you.” Joel said quietly, cautious in case there were nearby people. 

“We are not fucking in the ocean.” You laughed ludicrously. 

“Why not? You scared, princess?” Joel smirked, his hands held your hips strongly as you both bobbed with the motion of the sea. “Thought you wanted me?”

“I swear to god, Miller if I get a UTI from this, you’ll be the one that’s paying for the prescription to sort me out.” You rolled your eyes and let your hand cup at Joel’s still hard member, your fingers squeezed his length and he let out a low groan. 

“Come here and kiss me.” Joel said softly, holding the back of your head to land a bruising kiss to your mouth; his lips moved dominantly against yours, you were entirely at his will as he kissed you. 

You wrapped your legs around Joel’s waist, the water making you almost weightless and your hands gripped either side of his face to kiss him deeper. Your tongue dipped into his mouth and you whimpered as you tasted him for the first time, you had craved him for so long. His rough facial hair scratched at the skin of your face and you relinquished the sting as his tongue fought against yours. 

Joel reached a hand down between you both, his awkwardly pulled his member free in the water and yanked your bikini bottom to the side so he could push himself into your wet hole. He held both your hips once more and used them as leverage to bring your body down until you were fully seated onto his cock. You pulled away from the kiss to rest your forehead against his, a breathless gasp falling from your kiss-swollen lips. 

“F-fuck,” you whimpered, your arms looping around Joel’s neck to hold him weakly as he built up a steady rhythm of you bouncing onto his dick. 

To any passers-by you would both be seen cuddling, bobbing in the current of the ocean; just a sweet moment between a loving couple. The thrill of potentially being caught made your body ache and you fluttered your walls around Joel as you somewhat awkwardly worked yourself onto his cock. 

“So tight, never wanna leave you. Should stay buried in your pretty cunt, need you warming my cock forever.” Joel mumbled against your lips.

You couldn’t help but blush at his words, your hands clawed gently at his bare shoulders as Joel nudged his cock against the bundle of nerves buried deep in your walls. You could already feel your stomach bubble with your impending orgasm, you knew you needed to be quick as to not arouse suspicions if your father awoke from his nap. 

“Joel,” you whined quietly, your head still lulling against Joel’s forehead. “God I wish we were somewhere more stable so you could fuck me as rough as I deserve.” You whispered, lips tickling against Joel’s sun-kissed skin. 

Joel let out a breathy laugh as his large hands pawed at the doughy flesh of your ass. He groaned softly as held onto you and pushed his hips up harder and faster. 

“We need to speed this up, baby girl. Don’t want your daddy questioning where we are, do we?” He whispered. “Dip your hand down and play with your clit, need you to cum at least once before we go back.” 

You bit your lip as Joel manoeuvred your hips below the water, you bucked your hips forward as Joel’s thick cock filled you deliciously and you pushed your hand into your bikini bottoms. Your delicate fingers nimbly circled your clit and you gasped loudly, the sensations building throughout your body. 

“Please tell me you’ll fuck me again?” You asked, eyes pleading with the older man as your fingers moved faster. “Fuck, need you again and again and again.” You moaned, the noise louder than initially intended. 

Joel groaned and nodded as he brought your hips down again roughly, the water still slowing his motions. “I’ll fuck you whenever you want, princess. Whatever you want.”

“I-I’m gonna —“ you whimpered, your voice dying off as a high-pitched whimper fell from your lips. 

You clenched around Joel, your spongy walls gripping his cock like he had never had before and he moaned gruffly. 

You removed your fingers from your clit and you knew Joel was close by the way his cock was twitching as he thrust into you again. You giggled as you reached under the fabric of your bikini top and released your tits from the refraining fabric. Your soft mounds bobbed in the water but it was enough to push Joel over the edge. 

He came quickly, holding you in place to take every last drop of him and in that moment, you were grateful that the ocean would at least help you somewhat freshen up before you headed back. Your name fell from Joel’s lips softly as he clumsily thrust up a couple more times before his head fell forward to rest on your chest so he could suck in a few deep breaths. 

“Please never put your top back on, it’s a crime against humanity that you cover your body up.” He laughed, his chest still heaving with the effort. 

You rolled your eyes with a fond giggle and finally unlatched your legs from around Joel’s hips. You redid up your bikini top and ensured your bottoms were on correctly before starting to swim off away from Joel. 

You reached the sand once again and began walking back to the spot where your dad was still snoozing. 

“Meet me tonight.” Joel whispered, his hand resting on the small of your back. 

“What?” You asked, looking back at him as you continued to walk. 

“Come to mine tonight, let your dad fall asleep and I’ll come and pick you up. You’ll be back before he knows. I need to fuck you properly.” 

You nodded, not trusting your shaking voice to speak. 

“And for now, enjoy the feeling of my cum slowly leaking from you for the rest of the afternoon and evening. I’ll clean you up later, I promise.” He smirked, running ahead of you to go back to laying down on his towel. 

You sat down and picked your book back up, pretending you had any interest in the words on the page in front of you. 

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[bangtaninborderland]

MYG- I love you eternally.

Summary: he hasn't been gone long but the space he left behind consumes you, thankfully you aren't ever really alone.

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, sad fic, happy ending, COMFORT

A/N: this came to me after seeing an edit on tiktok of yoongi clips to fine line by harry styles (deffo listen as you read it makes you cry) this is very self indulgent. I miss yoongi an awful lot, he was my comfort person and it sucks that I can’t stop crying.

BTS Masterlist

The sound of knuckles tapping on the door pulled you out of your trance, you hadn’t even realised the movie you’d put on had finished, nor that your phone had been receiving numerous calls for the past god knows how long.

Reluctantly you shove off the blanket you had wrapped around you, it was a gift from Yoongi one winter when it was far too cold to sit in just clothing. The door is only a few steps away from the couch so it doesn’t take you long to finally open it.

“I brought foo-“Namjoon's mouth rounds into an ‘o’ shape. “You were crying.”

“Was I?” You frown reaching up to touch your face, sure enough, it was damp from the tears you’d shed. “Sorry, I was just a little out of it.”

“Let’s go inside?” He asks, raising the white bag up a little higher to remind you of the food he brought.

“Oh yeah, of course.” You shake your head stepping aside to let him pass. “I’m not really hungry.”

“Have you eaten today?” He asks, pulling out some plates.

You slump back onto the couch, pulling the blanket around you before shoving your face into the hood of the sweatshirt you’d stolen from Yoongis's closet. The smell comforts you. “I don’t know, I had breakfast or was it lunch…” you trail off, half-heartedly trying to recount your day.

“You can’t let yourself fall apart YN. Hyung will be worried.” He looks at you with a hint of concert as he passes you a plate of food. “Let’s watch something?”

“I- uh.” You really can’t stand the idea of noise right now. “Maybe not tonight?”

“Of course. What did you do today?” He questions, sitting on the other end of the couch, his own plate balanced on his thighs.

“Not much, I watched TV and read a chapter of the book yoon gave me.” You dug the spoon into the food, not really attempting to eat.

It wasn’t your fault you had no appetite.

“Was the book good?” He asked in between a mouthful.

“It… I don’t really know… I couldn’t get into it.” You shrug, bringing the spoon to your mouth.

“It’s 5 pm and you haven’t done anything today have you?” Namjoon sets his plate aside in favour of moving closer to you.

“I miss him.” You mumble, putting your own plate on the table.

Yoongi would have scolded you if he were here, always complaining that it would mark the table despite the fact you always used hear absorbent dinner trays but that was the problem…

Yoongi wasn’t here.

You don’t know what exactly caused it but within a second you were bursting into tears, everything you’d managed to hold together ever since he left a week ago falling apart. “I miss him, I don’t even get to fucking call him.”

“I know.” Namjoon shushes you as he brings your head to his shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “I’m so sorry this must be hard for you.”

“It was so short notice he didn’t even tell m-me.” You hiccuped, bordering between the lines of angry and sad was never a good place to be but you couldn’t help it.

Yoongi had waited until the last possible moment to tell you he had received his enlistment date and when he had received it he was shocked to see a date only 4 days away giving you absolutely no time to mentally prepare yourself for him to be gone.

“It’s so fucking unfair.” You cuss, unable to do anything else with your anger at the situation.

Namjoon didn’t say anything, he couldn’t, he himself knew how ridiculously unfair it was but still, he didn’t regret the group's choice, it was the only right way to deal with the situation. “It will pass quicker than you think. You won’t be alone.”

“Joon soon enough you, Tae, Jimin and Jungkook are enlisting too. It’s not exactly like anyone else knows about me and Yoongi. Other people just don’t understand it.” Yoongi had made a joke two days before he left telling you to cry with other armys about it because they would understand but it was looking more and more appealing as the days went past. “I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Another wave of tears came just seconds later and this time there was no reprieve, anytime you nearly stopped a memory of him would pop into your mind and the tears would start again. You hated how it made you seem crazy, seem overly obsessive but you knew Yoongi would be missing you just as much. You’d become each other strength in all the years you’d been together so now he wasn’t here, wasn’t just a phone call away, it felt like you’d lost a part of yourself, it felt like you’d lost your strength.

That’s how you fell asleep, curled in Namjoon's arms, sobbing in longing for the man who taught you how to love.

Namjoon waited until he was sure you were fast asleep before slipping out from underneath you, draping the gifted blanket over you as he tiptoed to the balcony to take his incoming call.

“Hyung.” Namjoon smiles into the phone. “How are you?”

“As good as I can be, you didn’t tell her right?”

“No Hyung. Are you sure we really can’t tell her about you-“

“No Namjoon-ah I don’t want to get her hopes up, that will only hurt her more if it doesn’t get approved. I’ll tell her if she knows I can call and I don’t want to do that to her. How is she? How are you? ”

“I’m okay.” Namjoon responds. “She misses you.” He continues, not going u into depth about the small breakdown.

“I miss her too.” He breathes, his voice a little strained in the way it gets when he is very obviously holding back tears. “Is she eating?”

Namjoon nodded before realising Yoongi couldn’t see him. “I brought her food she just seemed sad. Are you eating Hyung? Sleeping enough?”

Yoongi laughs as though Namjoon has said something absurd. “The food is shit. I’ve got this fucking melody stuck in my head and I just know it would sound amazing for the vocal line.”

“Ah, Hyung.” Namjoon laughs. “I’ll tell them I’m sure they would appreciate the fact you’re thinking about making their songs already.”

“I’ll probably forget it by the time I’m actually allowed to work on music.” Yoongi huffs.

“I doubt it.” Namjoon hears shuffling, already knowing it’s you. “I have to go Hyung she’s waking up.”

“Make sure she knows I love her okay? I’ll call you again to let you know if it’s approved.” Yoongi rushes out before Namjoon hangs up.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, shivering at the draft coming from the open door.

“Sorry.” He smiles, stepping back inside and closing it behind him. “Just needed some air. So… how about watching something?”

You don’t hate the idea as much as you did earlier, your little thirty-minute nap helping you feel a little better. “Sure.”

You watch 3 episodes of some drama before declaring it a night, Namjoon insisting you eat before he left which led to you both eating an oversized pizza. It leaves you feeling a little less lonely, especially when he tells you just how much he too misses Yoongi.

Namjoon comes over again three more times that week, each day following the same pattern. The days he didn’t come you resigned yourself to laying in bed, looking through pictures and videos you and Yoongi had taken in the past few months.

Today was one of those days, those days where you missed him so much and felt so alone that you’d texted Namjoon not to come, told him you just couldn’t deal with being around anyone else right now, so it surprised you when the doorbell rang consistently for five minutes until you finally gave in.

You groaned, shivering as the floor felt cold against your bare feet. “Namjoon I said not to-

“You really shouldn’t lay in bed every day.”

You froze, too afraid to move, speak or blink in case the figure in front of you disappeared.

“Baby.” He sighed, dropping his bag inside the door before pushing you inside lightly. “It’s me.”

“Fuck.” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you could. “You’re here. How are you here.”

He laughed, the sound of it melodic to your ears. “I did extra time so my training finished earlier. They could t exactly say no.”

“I just- I can’t believe you’re here I thought it would be at least another three weeks before I could even call you.” You bring your hands up to his hair, despite it being short you still love it. “I missed you.”

“Baby don’t cry I’m here now.” He sucked in a breath, his own eyes pooling with tears. “I get to stay for four days.”

“Really?” You pull back to look at him properly, a grin breaking out as he nods.

“Really.”

Despite the tears trailing down your lips he leans in to kiss you, his hand at the small of your back a comforting presence. “I love you.”

“I love you too Yoon.”

The next four days passed much faster than you would have liked but as you dropped him off at the camp again things felt different.

You hated how quiet the house was without him, where he would normally be playing piano, watching a new show jimin had recommended or cooking with a glass of whiskey in his hand, there was nothing but silence.

You were almost ready to give in to your tears again until you spotted a letter on the kitchen counter.

The perfect writing on the envelope already tells you who it’s from, you don’t hesitate in pulling out the paper and reading it.

Hello, my love,

I snuck away to write this whilst you slept, I’m not the best with words although I’m sure by now you’re absolutely aware of that but still there are only things that can be conveyed by words. If I was allowed to I’d write you a hundred songs but I’m a little short on time so I hope this suffices.

I want you to know just how much you mean to me, just how much your presence has brought me happiness, strength and comfort. You often thank me for giving you strength but you forget that you are the sole reason I keep going.

You cannot let the bad days consume you, although it’s okay to give up and take a break, you can’t let that feeling consume you. There is always a tomorrow, always another chance and I know that you will never ever fail because I don’t believe in failure, every attempt is precious, and every time you try to get up - even if it isn’t successful - is precious and I am so proud of you for it.

In the moments you miss me do something nice for yourself, eat a good meal, read a book you like, watch a movie you find brings you happiness and before you realise it I’ll be back, spending every moment possible with you because you are my home.

I will always be here, write me letters, send me messages, take pictures of the things you see and do and share them with me. I’ll always be apart of your life, I’m not going anywhere.

I love you eternally.

You wiped away your tears, holding the letter close as though it were him. You let the words sink in and silently you made a promise.

You’d keep going and do the best you could, you’ll be the best version of yourself when he returns because he gave you the ability to grow much like water does a flower.

And even if you couldn’t say it to him, you were sure he knew…

You loved him eternally too.

[raainberry]

please you write fluffs so good I WANNA AUGH JSKSKSKDN CAN I PLEASE REQUEST MORE SANA FLUFF??

What’s Yours Is Mine (?)

« silly series - 9 »

Sana x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - just a classic case of girlfriend stealing clothes

wordcount - 834

A/N - thank you very much anon it means a lot bc me personally i think there’s definitely room for improvement, but ask and you shall receive! a small draft i picked up, enjoy!

The way Sana ran to get to your apartment had nothing to do with you.

Well, she was excited to see you, that was a given, but she was less thrilled about the rain that suddenly started falling on her way to your apartment.

When she stepped in, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at the sight of her. That unsurprisingly earned you a glare which you quickly turned into a smile when you told her to go and grab whatever from your closet after a warm shower.

You know, just until her clothes dried out.

She took you up on that offer and came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, proudly wearing your own clothes as if they were hers.

You were busy, posted up on the kitchen island and focused on some work matter that required you looking at your laptop for way longer than anyone would like. You’d much rather be looking at your girlfriend instead, who looked absurdly cute in that one hoodie she knew you loved and haven’t let go of since your early college years.

A tired smile made its way to your lips when you allowed your eyes to take a break from the screen, granting them the soothing sight that was Sana.

“A sight for sore eyes” suddenly made all the sense in the world to you.

“What are you wearing?” You chuckled, your gaze never leaving her as she made her way over to you.

You didn’t expect to see her in that clothing item, and you wondered how it didn’t happen earlier. It was so endearing, how the sleeves were slightly too long for her arms, and how cozy she looked.

“Something comfortable.” She said, glancing at her sleeves. “Do you like it?”

“I do.” You wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer and she took it as an invite to sit on your lap. “I think I have the same one.”

She giggled at your bad joke, a proof of her love.

“You have great taste.” She booped your nose and your features scrunched up, causing your glasses to slide up with them.

You looked too adorable not to kiss at that moment, so she did just that, wrapping her arms around your neck to pull you in for a kiss or two. Her lips felt just as amazing as the last time she saw you, maybe a little sweeter.

“Are you gonna be done anytime soon?” She gestured to your laptop and you frowned, sighing.

“No. Someone messed up at work, I have to review and fix a whole program.” You pouted at her knowing you won’t be able to have her in your arms like that for a while still.

“Why are you sad, that means you’re good at your job.” She tried to cheer you up and managed to turn your lips turn into a smile again.

“I guess. But it means we won’t be able to cuddle any time soon.” You explained.

Sana shrugged, “I can just stay on your lap while you do your work.”

“I’d love that but I don’t think my legs would.” You said without much thought before the sound of your words reached your ears. Sana’s gasp complimented your widened eyes and a nervous laugh pushed itself past your lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that!”

You tightened your arms around her, hugging her closer to make amends in hopes she’d find you cute enough. “I love you.” You said, looking up at her, before stealing a kiss from her cheek.

“And?” She asked, deciding not to let go of your honest mistake without teasing you at least a little bit.

“I’ll make dinner.” You proposed, but she didn’t budge.

“You were going to do that anyway.”

“I’ll let you play with my hair while I work.” You tried again, a hopeful smile on your lips.

“What so I’ll just stand for two hours?” She scoffed. “You’re so bad at bargaining.”

“Fine, then what do you want?” You sighed, only wanting her to quit the teasing.

“I keep the hoodie.” She grinned, but it wasn’t innocent.

“Sana, it’s my favorite…” You whined.

“It’s mine too.” She whined back and you chuckled despite yourself, sighing before giving it a thought.

“Am I ever going to get it back?” You asked, although you already knew how that usually goes.

“No.”

Her smile, the happiness she displayed made it hard to say that same word back to her. Honestly you wouldn’t mind seeing her wear it from now on, but only a few times. It was still your favorite hoodie.

“Can we at least share custody?” You tried to compromise and this time she was the one humming as she thought about it.

“Maybe. But I take it first.” She said a second later.

“Fine.” You gave in, taking the hand she was offering in yours and shaking it in order to close the deal.

”Pleasure doing business with you, baby.” She giggled, bringing your hand to her lips.

The soft peck she laid on top of it made the butterflies dance in your stomach, coating your cheeks in a similar shade to the one on your hoodie.

You’d never see that hoodie again by the way. At least not on yourself.

[emf005]

Stereotypes

Hey guys I know it's been a while since I last posted! I hop

Y/N x Fred Weasley 

Warnings: Swearing, lots of fighting, sweet ending

“So that's all you see me as?” You asked. Your heart completely shattering and then putting itself back together with hate, sadness and resentment as the glue. “Is that really all you have ever seen me as?” You shouted this time. For the first time in your life, tears forming in your eyes during an argument. “Ever?! That's all! You’ve only seen me as a Slytherin?” You shouted. The name of your house coming out of you like venom. You watched as Fred flinched back a bit. 

“Yes!” He shouted. Running a hand through his hair. He didn’t mean it, though. It wasn’t true. He was just frustrated and scared. Though, of course, you didn’t know that. “Yes! This entire time, I have only seen you as a Slytherin. A vile, nasty little serpent that just slithers around the school! You’re a Malfoy. The worst of them at that! You are the worst Malfoy, the worst Slytherin. You-” You turned abruptly and stalked out of the Gryffindor common room. Why had you thought your name wouldn’t bite you one of these days with Fred? Why had you let yourself trust him? Even… maybe…. Fall in love with him. 

NO! You yelled at yourself. No. I am not in love with him. Stereotypes are nasty little termites that-that eat at everything! Well, he wants a Slytherin? I’ll give him Slytherin.

“Draco!” You shouted barging into his dorm room. He jumped and fell off of his bed, which he was reclining on. 

“Merlin, Y/N! You gave me a heart attack. Why are you in the boys dormitory?”

You knelt down and started rifling through his trunk without another word. 

“Y/N? Y/N, get out of my trunk what are you- HEY! STOP TEARING MY TRUNK APART!” You had just torn the top off his trunk on the inside, revealing a secret compartment. You opened it and pulled out a cloth bag. “What is that?”

“A prank I had planned, but I need to use it.” You grumbled and left the room in four steps leaving him gaping at you. What had that been about?

Draco entered the Great Hall for dinner that evening and looked over at the Slytherin table, but you weren’t there. He headed to the Gryffindor table and sat down by Harry. 

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” 

“Not since the last class. She seemed kind of aggravated, though.”

“Yes, she was acting kind of strange. She never said anything.” Ron said. 

“It was weird. We actually got stuff accomplished instead of a banter between her and Snape.” Herminone said, still surprised. 

“She came barging into the boys dorm and literally tore my trunk apart. She barely said anything. Only something about a prank but needing it instead.”

“Y/N never gives up a good prank!” Ron said, completely shocked. Geroge and Fred came walking in then. 

“Fred, George!” Harry said. The twins turned. 

“Yes, Harry?” They asked in unison, causing Hermionie to shiver. She hated when they did that. 

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“No.” Fred said immediately. “Why would I have?” “I mean, she is your girlfriend and-”

“Well, I haven’t seen her, alright!” He snapped and stormed off. The five of them watched him storm off, completely confused as to what had just happened. Draco looked at George who just raised his hands. 

“Just because I’m his twin doesn’t mean I know what goes on in his head. But I should probably find out.” The four nodded slowly and he scurried off towards where his brother had taken a heavy seat. 

“Well that was odd.” Ron muttered with a mouthful of food. Hermionie sent him a look and a roll of her eyes.

“You don’t think they got into a fight, do you?” She asked. Draco shook his head. 

“Believe me, she would be fine if they did, unless…”

“Unless?” He looked around the table and shook his head standing. 

“Just hope that that unless stays an unless.”

“Why don’t you eat with us today.” Harry offered. 

“Yeah,” Ron said after a swallow. “You got no friends over there. You're kinda friends with us. Sorta friends is better than no friends.” Harry and Hermionie chuckled and Draco hesitated. 

“If I could that would be-” Before he could even finish Harry and Hermionie scooched over so he could sit. It turned out to be a good dinner for the four of them while you were having a breakdown in your dorm room. And your breakdowns were quite nasty and, believe me, you didn’t want to be on the same continent if you weren’t the one you were mad at. But Fred just happened to be in the same school. And well… you weren’t going to let this go.

You applied the dark eyeliner, just barely missing sticking it in your eye. You tied your hair up in a high regal ponytail before putting on your blingy skull jewelry and heavy very slytherin attire. Luckily it was a Saturday so you could go all out. If Fred wanted a Slytherin, he was going to get Slytherin. All of it.Every stereotype out there. Dark heavy eyeliner, stylish and very bitch-esc. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Very fashionable and dangerous and the scowl that placed itself on your face all on its own just made the look. You had planned on starting a harmless rumor around the school about the secret compartment in Draco’s trunk about how he liked to wear blingy skull jewelry and dark eyeliner to make himself look cooler but this… this was much more important.

Students, even older ones, scurried out of your way as you made your way through the halls. You got a few whistles and threw them a smirk and a wink only to let the scowl return as you continued to walk down the halls with sass in your step and a hair flick occasionally.

You entered the Great hall and everything went silent as you walked past the tables and took a seat at the Slytherin one. Students scrambled over one another to get away from you as you started to eat. Draco walked in and the only thing that had started up were whispers and murmurs. Draco looked around, confused, and made his way to you. 

“Man, what happened here? Everyone seems scared out of there-Ah!” He jumped back and you raised an eyebrow. “Merlin! What-I-who are you and where is Y/N?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” His eyes shot up and he started to back up, clearing his throat. 

“Nothing. Nothing. I-I’ll see you. Ok?”

“Whatever, Draco.” He scurried out of the room, meeting the trio outside of the doors. He stormed towards Ron. 

“Where is your brother?” Ron started to scramble backwards. Not exactly at ease at the danger in Draco’s demeanor. His steps were dangerous, but not nearly as dangerous as yours.

“Wha-what? I-which?”

“Fred.”

“Probably with Geroge!” He grabbed his shirt collar. 

“And where is that?”

“Draco!” Herminonie yelled as she and Harry tried to separate the two. “What has gotten into you! Put him down!”

“Where?”

“Courtyard!”

Draco dropped him and stormed out of the hall and towards the courtyard. The trio watched him go before turning into the hall, talking about what had just happened. 

“What was that about?”

“No idea I-what Harry? Stop yanking on my sweater.”

“Ok, yeah, but-” He pointed to you across the hall. The trio stopped and stared at you before, in sync, turning and bolting to the courtyard before Draco found a way to kill Fred. By now, it was evident that you and Fred had gotten into a fight. No one knew how bad it was until now. As they rounded the corner to the courtyard, the sound of Draco shouting was the only thing ringing through the halls. 

“What did you say!” Draco shouted. 

“WHat are you talking about?” Fred shouted back. George was watching with raised eyebrows and crossed arms behind his twin, but wasn’t interjecting, surprisingly. 

“To my sister! What did you say to her?” Draco growled, losing his patience quickly. He could normally keep them until he got what he wanted, but when it came to you, he lost them quite quickly. 

“I say a lot of things to her. Which are you referring to?” He asked with a scowl. Draco opened his mouth to say something when Ron interrupted. 

“Cut the crap, Fred. What did you fight with Y/N about?”

“Why? It was just a fight.” Harry and Hermionie exchanged a glance. 

“Yeah, it wasn’t, trust me.”

“Why? What happened?” George asked, worried about you. His brother may have seen you as more, but he saw you as a little sister and he had grown quite fond of you. Just like everyone who had met you did. 

“Maybe you should see.” Harry suggested. The twins exchanged glances but nodded and followed the four out and to the Great Hall. 

“Take a look, why don’t you?” Fred and George peeked into the hall and looked around. George is the first one who spotted you and poked his brother before pointing at you. The twins gaped at you. The trio and Draco pulled them back out and waited for an explanation from Fred, but he was still in shock. 

“Fred!” Hermionie yelled, getting his attention. Everyone was watching him and he looked away in shame. Had he felt bad about what he said? Yes. Did he want to take it back the second the words had left his lips? Absolutely. But his damn pride kept getting in the way. To be honest, he didn’t even remember what the fight was about. 

“I-I-um…”

“Freddie,” George said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “What went down between you two?”

“We just got into an argument.”

“That is not just an argument,” Draco growled. Crossing his arms and glaring at the twin. He was very protective of his sister and whoever hurt her, or changed her into whatever was sitting in the great hall, would have to answer to him. 

“I-I was a jerk.” 

“Obviously. Either tell us, or go explain that to her. Better yet,  both.” 

Fred wasn’t ready to explain what he said. How the words so easily slipped out. 

“Can you just get her to meet with me. It probably won’t go well if I ask.”

“Sorry to tell ya this, mate. But it's already not going well.” The four walked into the great hall, leaving Fred in the entryway. He had, strangely enough, lost his appetite. 

Somehow, they had convinced you to meet with him. So, here he was, in the owlery, waiting for you. He paced back and forth for what felt like forever. The owls hooted and flew around. Fred had convinced himself that you weren’t coming. That they had told you and that you weren’t going to show. That's when he heard footsteps coming up to the owlery. 

  He stared at the entrance and saw you walking up the stairs. Your eyes narrowed when they landed on him, but you didn’t walk away. 

“So this was a set up?” He swallowed at your tone. You. Were. Pissed. 

“Well, I didn’t think you’d let me get a word in to ask if you’d talk.”

“You were right. I won't. Bye, Fred.” You turned and started to walk away. Fred ran and grabbed your wrist. 

“Wait a second. Please!” You turned around and sneered at him, making him recoil a bit. 

“Why should I? I’m nothing but a Slytherin bitch, aren’t I? The worst Malfoy there is?”

“I didn’t mean-”

“You did though!” You pulled your wrist away from him. “Well, congratulations, Weasley. You found my true colors, silver and green. And my oh my do they feel fine. I hope you're happy.” You turned and stormed away. He swallowed. 

I hope you’re happy. The way you said the line broke him. He knew you. He did. He said the things he did because he knew it would get under your skin. And the way you said that line… you weren’t angry. You were sad. You were disappointed. You were hurt. How could he get through to you?

How could he do something like that to you?

You sat in the library, a book covering your face as you silently sobbed. You were in the back corner where nobody ever came. Not even the couples who would use the library for their make out sessions. 

“Y/N?” You heard Hermionie’s quiet voice as she rounded the corner. 

Shit. 

You quickly wiped the tears from your face, but kept the book up. 

“Hey, ‘Mione.” You said, surprised at how steady your voice actually was.

Hermionie sat down in front of you and lowered your book so she could see your tear and makeup stained face. 

“Oh, Y/N.” She scooted over so she was beside you and hugged you tightly. You lost it completely and started to sob. Everything that had been building up over the past two weeks was suddenly let out. You sobbed and sobbed and sobbed into your friend's comforting embrace, and she let you. After what felt like forever you were finally done and sniffled. 

“I’m so sorry, ‘Mione. I’m so stupid. I don’t know why I thought-”

“Sh. Do not be sorry. Fred told us what happened, though he doesn’t remember how the fight got started. Mind filling that in for me?” You shook your head “no”. He may not have, but you sure did. It was your fault, which made you feel even worse. But your damn pride… 

You had walked down to the pitch to watch Fred practice with the Gryffindor team. Afterwards you two were planning to go on a date. A picnic lunch by the lake. The basket was set and you had brought it down with you

When practice had ended, you had waited a few moments for him to take a shower and change before heading that way. When you got there, you were not prepared to see him speaking with Angelina Johnson, the beautiful Gryffindor chaser who was literally everything you weren’t. The worst part was that her hands were all over him. 

You clenched your jaw and stormed over to the two of them. 

“Hi!” You greeted, siding up to Fred. Angelina looked at you, but didn’t remove herself from the close proximity she was in.

“Hi, babe.” Fred slid his arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head. 

“Hi, Y/N.” Angelina said. “As I was saying, Fred-”

“Actually we have to get going.” You interrupted causing her to glare daggers at you. 

“Pardon?”

“Freddie and I had a date planned. Ready?” You looked up at him. He looked at you strangely for a moment before smiling. 

“Always. I’ll catch you later, Angelina.” With that you two left for your picnic by the lake, but your mood had been entirely ruined. 

When the date ended and you had gotten back to the castle, Fred finally confronted your odd behavior. 

“Babe, are you alright? You've been acting strange all afternoon.”

“I’m fine Fred, just tired.” You turned to go to your dorm room in the dungeon, but Fred grabbed your hand and pulled you back. 

“Hey wait, talk to me.” 

And somehow, from there, you ended up in the Gryffindor common room screaming at each other over how you were being overly jealous. 

Hermionie pried the story out of you after about ten minutes and, somehow, you got the whole story out before breaking down and crying again. 

She calmed you down and then walked you back to your dorm room, making sure you were in Draco’s care before leaving and heading back to her own dorm room, ready to report her findings to the boys.

To say Fred Weasley was an absolute trainwreck was a big fat lie. He was a trainwreck before he knew what the fight was about. He was completely hysterical when Hermionie told him and then he was straight up insane trying to figure out how to fix it. He couldn’t even get you to look at him. How was he going to get you to talk to him?

A week later he had finally gathered the courage to talk to you.  At dinner, he headed over to the Slytherin table. When he was just about to make his way down the aisle between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables, Angelina Johnson came up behind him. 

“Freddie!” She yelled and ran towards him. He noticed you look up from your food and meet his eyes, but you quickly turned your face away. Over the past weeks the “Slytherin” stereotype had gone away and was replaced with just pure depression. 

“Angelina, this really isn’t-”

“But I need to talk to you,” she grabbed his arm and he stared at it. “Come on, Freddie, just one second?”

“Angelina, I said no. I need to-”

“It will only just take a second, really.” She started to pull him towards the doors. The trio and his twin watched with open mouths from the Gryffindor table and Draco, sitting beside Herminone, sat clenching his fork so tightly that his hand began to bleed. 

“Angelina I said NO!” He tossed her hand off his arm. “Knock it off would you? What has been your ordeal lately?”

“Listen, Freddie. I’ve been thinking, and I guess I’ll do this here instead of in private, but since you and Y/N aren’t a thing anymore… would you-”

“What on earth would make you think we aren’t?” She stared at him. 

“You two haven’t talked in weeks. She turned completely mental and... “ she glanced at the table next to them with disgust, “You know. I just figured… anyhow, would you go out with me?”

“No. Merlin, no. Y/N and I are still together. She is still and forever will be the love of my life. So please stop drooling all over me whether my girlfriend is with me or not. Thank you, much appreciated.” She stared at him with her mouth open before storming off angrily. Fred turned around, ignoring all the applause going on around him for standing up for him and his girlfriend, and looked where you were sitting. Had been sitting. 

You were gone. He searched the room for you but you were nowhere in sight. He looked at the Gryffindor table and they pointed to the doors. Fred swears he never ran so fast in his life. He had no idea where his legs were taking him, but he was bolting out of the room and the next thing he knew he was in the Astronomy tower, staring at your curled up body at the balcony. 

He walked over to you and sat down in front of you. 

“Y/N?”

“Shouldn’t you be snogging Angelina Johnson?” you gruffed at him. 

“Y/N, please look at me.” You buried your head deeper in your arms. 

“No.”

“Please?”

“Just leave me alone, Fred. Haven’t you hurt me enough?” He swallowed. 

“I didn’t mean to. Please just… just look at me.” You peaked through your arms, but he would still see your red face and puffy eyes. He swallowed. “I’m not interested in Angelina.”

“But-”

“Did you hear none of what I said in the great hall?” You shook your head. He sighed. “I told her to fuck off.” You smiled and giggled for a second. For some reason when he swore it always made you laugh. He smiled at your giggle. “There she is.” You looked up at him. “I missed your smile. I missed your laugh. For merlin’s sake, Y/N, I missed you. Please talk to me. Please. I don’t know how much longer I can go without you.” Your smile fell and you licked your lips.

“What do you want me to say?”

“I guess I should start, then. I’m sorry. I didn;t mean any of what I said. I didn’t see that Angelina was hitting on me. I didn’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose you. Ever.”

“I’m sorry I got so jealous.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Promise me something?”

“Mm?”

“Promise you’ll tell me what's bothering you, no matter how crazy or ridiculous or valid it may be.” You smiled and wiped your eyes. 

“I promise.”     

[natashasfilms]

To Be Together Again

Summary: After your divorce, you still find yourself hopelessly in love with Steve, despite the challenges and complexities of co-parenting your daughter together. As you try to move on, your daughter has a plan of her own to reunite you and Steve, making you question if second chances at love really are possible.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, language, no use of y/n, no use of daughter’s name, exes to lovers, divorced parents, not really unrequited love, second chance romance, insecurity, making out, implied smut, happy ending

Word Count: 5,394

Note: I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything but I have a bit of free time so I’ve decided to write an angsty but fluffy one shot! Hope you enjoy! (Also I have nothing against blondes, I just wanted to add a little humor into it!)

Stranger Things Masterlist

You stepped out of your car and took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. It was always nerve-wracking to see Steve, the father of your daughter, even though you shared custody. You had missed him terribly since your divorce a year ago, but you tried not to let it show.

You were meeting Steve at a local park to drop off your daughter, and as you approached, you saw him standing by the swings. He looked just as handsome as ever, with his thick hair and brown eyes. You couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as you looked at him.

“Hey.” He said, his voice warm and familiar. “How are you doing?”

You smiled weakly. “I’m good. How about you?”

“I’m good.” He replied, his eyes drifting to your daughter as she ran up to him. “Hey, sweetie! How was your weekend with Mom?”

As Steve greeted your daughter, you stepped back and watched them, feeling a sense of bittersweet sadness wash over you. This was the life you had always wanted, but it was slipping through your fingers.

You cleared your throat, getting ready to leave. “Well, I’ll see you both later.” You said, smiling. “I love you, honey.”

Your daughter frowned, hating that you had to leave. “Can’t you stay for a little bit? The three of us haven’t been together in so long.” She whined, causing your heart to clench.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of your daughter's words. As you looked up, you met Steve’s gaze. He seemed to understand your hesitation, and after a few moments of silence, he spoke up. “Yeah, she’s right. It’s been a while since the three of us have spent time together. Why don’t you stick around for a little bit?”

You nodded, feeling grateful for the invitation. “Sure, I can stay for a bit.”

You watched as your daughter ran off to play on the swings, and Steve turned to you. “Are you coming to Robin’s party this weekend?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m planning on it. It’ll be good to see everyone.”

Steve shifted on his feet, and you could tell there was something he wanted to say. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to mention. I’ve been seeing someone, and I was thinking about bringing her to the party.”

Your heart sank at his words, and you tried to hide the hurt in your expression. You had no place to feel upset. It had been a year since you split and it had been a year since either of you dated anyone. “Oh, okay. That’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Some time between your exchange, your daughter popped up again. You could feel your daughter’s eyes on you, and you knew you needed to keep it together for her sake. “I should probably go now, but it was good seeing you. Take care.”

You hugged your daughter and gave Steve a brief nod before turning to leave. As you walked away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over you. It was clear that Steve had moved on, but you still weren’t ready to do the same.

You were not ready for this weekend.

You stand in front of the mirror, taking one last look at your reflection. Your hair falls in soft waves around your face, your makeup is impeccable, and your dress hugs your curves in all the right places. You look beautiful, confident, and ready to face the world.

But the world you’re about to face is one that fills you with anxiety and dread. You’re going to Robin's party tonight, and you know that Steve will be there with his new girlfriend. The thought of seeing them together fills you with a sense of unease, but you know that you can't hide away forever.

You take a deep breath and step out of your room, making your way down the stairs and out the door. As you make your way to Robin's house, your mind is filled with thoughts of what you’ll say to Steve, how you'll react when you see him with his new girlfriend, and whether you'll be able to keep your emotions in check.

When you arrive at the party, you take a deep breath and steel yourself for what’s to come. You spot Steve across the room, laughing and chatting with a group of people, and your heart sinks a little. He looks happy, carefree, and completely oblivious to your presence. You also see a pretty girl next to him.

Suddenly, you feel someone wrap their arms around you, squeezing you tight. “You look stunning! Absolutely gorgeous!” Robin exclaimed, taking a good look at you. “You are so hot.”

You giggled, feeling shy. “Look at you! You look beautiful!”

Robin waved a hand. She looked back to where your gaze was a few moments ago, rolling her eyes. “I don’t like her.”

Your furrowed your brows. “What? You just met her.”

She shook her head. “She acted as if I would steal Steve from her when I welcomed them into my house. MY house!”

“What did she do?” You were intrigued to know what Steve’s new girl was like, as you weren’t up to meeting her yourself.

“Okay, so, I opened the door and greeted them like I would normally with all of my guests,” Robin started, guiding you to the kitchen where you saw Nancy and Jonathan. You greeted each other as you listened to Robin’s story. “I hugged Steve first, because, you know, I’m not just going to hug a random stranger!”

“Is she telling you about how much she hates Steve’s new girlfriend?” Nancy teases, causing Jonathan to laugh.

“Apparently,” you giggled.

“I’m just telling you guys how I’ve been mistreated in my own house! Now shush!” The three of you shut up, letting Robin continue. “She kept clinging onto Steve’s arm as if I would steal him away from her or something, like I’m not lesbian or whatever. Not that anyone’s supposed to know but, come on!” 

You squint your eyes, waiting for her to get to the part why she hates her so much already. In the meantime, you grabbed some juice as you didn’t drink alcohol.

“I started to welcome her but she gave me this death glare that Steve didn’t apparently notice and I swear, if I could, I would’ve slapped her right then and there. I led them inside my house, showing the girl around, but she barely spoke two words to me, and just dragged Steve by her side the entire time.” Robin huffed. “After I had shown her around, I tried giving her a warm hug but she recoiled and shrugged me off as if I’m some sort of disease!”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, sipping on his drink before he spoke. “I don’t like her either. Gives me one of those ‘mean girl’ vibes.”

“Thank you! And she’s blonde!” Robin exclaimed.

Nancy tilted her head. “Aren’t you blonde?”

Robin gasped, putting a hand over her heart. “I am a brunette, thank you very much.”

“Huh,” you hummed, sipping on your juice, causing Robin to glare at you.

“Why don’t you meet her, hm? I’m sure it would be lovely to have a chat with your ex-husband’s new girlfriend.” Robin shot, putting a hand on her hips.

You grimaced. “Yeah, I’d rather die. My heart can’t take all that pain.”

Robin sighed. “Guess Steve’s out of our quintet. He’s kicked out until he leaves that blondie.”

Nancy shrugged. “Maybe we should get to know her better. She could be nervous.”

“Has my judgment ever failed you, Nance?” Robin questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Jonathan cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention. “Looks like we’ve got company headed our way.” He said, nodding in the direction of Steve and the woman beside him.

Your heart sank as they drew closer. You took a deep breath and tried to keep your cool, taking a sip of your drink to hide your nerves. Robin looked away, clearly uninterested, while Nancy and Jonathan put on tight-lipped smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes.

As Steve approached, he greeted the group and introduced the woman at his side. “Hey guys, this is Mia.” He said, and all eyes turned to her.

She gave a strained smile, and you couldn't help but think that you weren't the only one feeling uncomfortable. The tension was palpable as you all stood there, unsure of what to say.

After a few excruciatingly awkward moments, you decided to take the lead and introduced yourself, holding out your hand. “Nice to meet you.” You said, trying to be friendly.

Mia reluctantly shook your hand, and her next words caught you off guard. “Oh, you're... her mom.” She said, her tone implying that she knew exactly who you were talking about, but didn't want to say your daughter’s name.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Have we met before?” You asked, looking for an explanation.

Mia raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, your daughter,” she said, her tone insincere. “She talks a lot about you.”

Your eyes shot to Steve who seemed to shift under your gaze. “You’ve met my daughter?”

Steve began to speak to clear any confusion. “Mia came over and met her, that’s all.”

You nodded your head stiffly, but the tension in your body did not disappear. You couldn’t help but feel a strong resentment for the fact that Steve’s girlfriend had met your daughter without you knowing.

Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin stared back and forth between you three. Robin let out a big breath to divert the attention elsewhere. “Well, I hope you’re enjoying the party but the four of us have very important matters that we need to focus on, so…” She gulped down her drink that she got in the midst of the very uncomfortable exchange before setting it back down onto the counter. “Have fun.”

Without another word, Robin dragged you, Nancy, and Jonathan away, and the tension in the air dissipated as she led you to another room. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, feeling a mix of anger and relief. Mia may have been beautiful, but her attitude left much to be desired.

“See what I mean?” Robin threw her hands up. “She met your daughter without Steve even notifying you first! I thought you guys talked about that?”

You sighed, your eyes shifting to the ground. “I thought so too but I guess he didn’t seem to listen.”

Nancy placed a hand on your shoulder, offering you some comfort. “Don’t worry about it. Steve can be clueless sometimes.”

Jonathan nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he probably didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” you spoke, looking up to meet their gazes. “She’s my daughter and I should have known if she was meeting someone that Steve is seeing.”

Robin patted your back. “We know, we know. That’s why we’re here for you.”

You smiled gratefully at them, feeling a sense of relief that you had such good friends to lean on. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.”

As the night wore on, you tried to lose yourself in the music and conversation, but it seemed that Steve was always in your peripheral vision. Every time you turned around, there he was, watching you with those brown eyes. Even worse, he seemed to be completely oblivious to Mia’s chatter, his focus solely on you.

You couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions: anger, confusion, and a little bit of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he was regretting his decision to move on from you. But as much as you longed for him, you knew that he was with Mia now, and that you needed to move on.

Desperate for some space and fresh air, you excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom. Once inside, you leaned against the sink and stared at your reflection. You took a deep breath and splashed some water on your face, trying to shake off the memories and emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. You couldn't keep doing this, torturing yourself with what-ifs and maybes. It was time to accept that Steve had moved on, and you needed to do the same.

Even though your daughter wanted both of you together again, and no matter how much you wished to have him back, Steve didn’t want you. It had been a year and it was time you finally moved on.

As you turned off the faucet, the door creaked open, and Steve appeared in the doorway, his eyes widening in surprise. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” He said, his voice apologetic.

You gave him some space to enter but he hesitated, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. With a small smile, you reassured him. “No, it’s fine. You can come in.”

He walked in, closing the door behind him and leaned against the sink, taking a deep breath. You began to fix your hair and felt his eyes on you. “I, um, I’m sorry.” He said, breaking the silence. Confused, you turned to look at him. “About Mia. I know we talked about it, but she just came over on her own and then—”

You closed your eyes, feeling a stinging in the back of your eyes. “Don’t worry about it, Steve. I understand.” You said, trying to keep your voice steady. He pursed his lips and nodded his head, but his eyes didn’t stray away. “Mia seems…nice.”

Steve laughed, throwing his head back. “Don’t lie. You hated her. All of you did.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, breaking the tension in the room. “We did! Robin couldn't stand her!” You said, recalling how your friend had voiced her dislike for Mia.

The two of you fell into a pit of laughter, holding onto the edge of the sink. “I can’t believe you’re with her!” You said between giggles.

“Me either, I’ve only been seeing her for a few days but she's been driving me insane! Even our little girl doesn't like her.” Steve exclaimed, clutching his stomach as the laughter between you both started to slow down.

You felt a little better after that, knowing that Steve knew how you all felt about Mia. You finally managed to stop laughing and looked up at Steve, finding his eyes already set on you.

“I think tonight may have been the last straw after I saw the way she treated all of you. I broke things off with her.” He said, his voice soft.

Your eyes widened in shock and your lips parted. “What?”

The two of you had moved closer in the midst of your laughing fit, and you could feel his body close to yours, almost pressing against you. Your eyes locked onto his, and you felt your heart racing. “I didn’t like the way she talked to all of you, especially with you, so...” He trailed off, his hands hovering near yours.

You could feel his breath on your skin, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. “Oh,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. Suddenly, you jerked, pulling away. “Right, um, it’s late, so I think I’m going to head out.”

Steve looked disappointed as you turned around and opened the door. He followed you out, and both of you jumped when you saw Robin standing there, an eyebrow raised in surprise.

“Your babysitter called...” Robin began, her eyes moving between you both as the blood rushed to your cheeks. “The little one fell and hurt herself and now she keeps crying for you both.”

Worry flooded your mind, and you looked at Steve, who mirrored your concern. You thanked Robin and left without saying any goodbyes, your mind solely focused on your daughter.

As you were about to enter your car, Steve grabbed your hand. “Just come with me. It'll save more time.”

You nodded and followed him to his car. As you sat in the passenger seat, another thought popped into your head. “What about Mia?”

Steve shook his head. “She got angry and went off with some dude after I split with her.”

You looked out the window as Steve drove, your mind solely on your daughter. Of course she’s been hurt many times in the past but she has never cried for you both after. She would usually put a bandage on the cut and then shrug it off, going back to her playful self. This was unlike her and you needed to see her as soon as possible.

After you and Steve arrived at his house, you quickly comforted your daughter who was sobbing uncontrollably. She didn’t explain why she was crying. She had only hurt her knee while playing and skinned it but nothing too bad. You were confused as to why she couldn’t stop but soon after, she fell asleep in your arms.

The babysitter explained what had happened, then left after you thanked her. You kissed your sleeping daughter’s forehead, rocking her back and forth. Steve stood in front of you, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s get her to bed.”

You nodded your head and gently stood up, carrying her in your arms. You slowly walked upstairs as Steve went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You walked into your daughter’s room in Steve’s house and sat on the bed, lifting the covers to lay her down underneath it.

As you gently tuck your daughter into bed, her eyes flutter open, looking up at you with her tired eyes and asks, “Mom, can I ask you a question?”

You smile, already feeling your heart melt at the sound of her voice. “Of course, honey. What’s on your mind?”

After a moment's hesitation, she asks, “Do you still love Dad?” The question catches you off guard, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. You take a deep breath and look at your daughter, trying to find the right words to explain the complicated feelings you still have for your ex-husband.

“We… we love each other, but things got really hard between us,” you say slowly, careful not to give away too much. “But we're still a family, and we'll always be there for you.”

Your daughter nods thoughtfully, but you can see that she's not satisfied with your answer. “But do you love him like you used to?” She presses.

Your heart aches as memories flood back to you - the good times, the laughter, the love you shared with Steve. You swallow hard and take a deep breath before admitting, “Yes, I do still love him.”

“What does dad mean to you?” Your daughter asked again, pushing you for an answer.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “Dad means a lot to me, honey. He’s the father of my child, my best friend, and...” you hesitated for a moment. “He’s the love of my life.”

Your daughter’s eyes widened, taking in your words. “Really?”

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat. “Really.”

Unbeknownst to you, Steve had been standing outside the door the entire time, listening to your conversation. As your words wash over him, he feels a rush of emotion - regret, love, and hope all mingled together. He knows he messed up and hurt you, but he also knows that he still loves you and can't imagine living without you.

Your daughter quickly fell asleep after that, a smile evident on her face. Your lips turned up, cradling her small face in your hands. You finally stood up and began to walk out of the room, closing the door behind you, when you noticed Steve standing outside.

Your breath hitched and you desperately hoped he hadn’t heard anything you said. You cleared your throat and crossed your arms against your chest, Steve’s eyes immediately falling onto them. You felt the warmth in your cheeks and quickly uncrossed them. “She’s asleep.”

He nodded his, his eyes stuck on you. You stood there in silence, for what felt like hours, until you finally spoke that you had to leave. “Thanks for driving me here and–”

Realization hit you that your car was still at Robin’s. “Your car is still at Rob’s.” Steve answered for you, reading your mind.

You sighed, chuckling. “Yeah…”

“Just stay here for the night, okay? I’ll drop you off in the morning to pick up your car.” Steve told you, his voice laced with softness.

You were hesitant but agreed, not wanting your daughter to be home alone while Steve dropped you off. “Okay, yeah. I’ll stay.”

Steve grinned, causing you to smile. You two still stood there, staring at each other, not moving an inch. Not until you looked away, trying not to let the warmth in your cheeks take over.

“I’ll take the guest room.” You said softly, beginning to walk away. Before you could take another step, Steve grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

He put both hands on your arms, making you stand in front of him. Your eyes looked up into his, and you swear you could feel yourself unable to breathe. Steve's gaze was intense and unwavering as he held onto your arms. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you tried to steady your breathing. For a moment, the two of you just stood there, looking at each other in silence. “I didn’t mean to pry but…I couldn’t help but overhear what you just said.”

Your eyes widened in shock and you immediately tried to back away, but his hands on your arms stopped you from moving any further. “Steve, I’m sorry. Can we just forget about that?”

He shook his head and smiled, making your heart skip a beat. “No, I can’t. I can’t just forget what you said when I’ve been feeling the exact same for you for the past year.” He saw the way your face lit up, but the surprise was still written all over your face. He lifted a hand to your cheek, cradling it. “I can’t just forget how you called me the love of your life when you’re the love of my life. I know things got tough for us but our divorce was a mistake. Why do you think it took me a year to finally date someone, but then break it off with them after less than a month?”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling his soft hand hold your face. “Steve…” You whispered.

“I will do anything to get you back. It was my fault and we should have done this so much sooner. I was just scared…just afraid that you didn’t feel the same way anymore but when I told you that I was seeing Mia the other day, you looked so hurt, and I’m the reason for that.” He said softly, leaning his forehead against yours. “I have never stopped loving you, okay? I want to fix things. Not just for us, but also for our girl. She deserves to see her parents be happy and in love. I refuse to tiptoe around our feelings any longer. You and I belong together, and we both know that. All of our friends and family know that.”

His confession made your heart swell and nothing could express what you were feeling at this exact moment. You felt so relieved and full of love. You had always dreamed of this moment after your split but never thought it would happen. Until now.

“I love you, Steve,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut. He brought a hand to your chin, tilting your head up. His lips brushed against yours, and not being able to wait any longer, you crashed your lips onto his.

Steve took in a deep breath as both of his hands cupped the sides of your face, pulling you closer, while your hands went up to wrap behind his neck. As your lips met, you could feel the sparks flying between the two of you. It was like no time had passed since you last kissed. The way his lips moved against yours was familiar and comforting, but at the same time, it felt like a new beginning. You had both grown and changed since your divorce, but the chemistry between you was still undeniable.

You let out a soft moan as Steve deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing your lips. You parted them, allowing him to explore your mouth as his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch was electrifying, and you could feel your body responding to him in a way that it hadn't in a long time.

Steve’s lips moved from your lips to your neck, causing you to gasp at the sensation. His warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch. You tilted your head to give him better access, and he took full advantage of it, trailing soft, lingering kisses down the curve of your neck. His lips continued to explore your neck, and you let out a low moan, feeling the heat between the two of you intensify. You were lost in the moment, completely in his embrace, as he left a trail of kisses along your neck, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body.

He pulled away for just a second to look at you, then down to your figure. “This damn dress,” he groaned, his hands lowering down to your bare thighs, just inches away from the hem of your dress. “This dress is making me go feral.”

“Yeah?” You moaned softly, biting your lip. “What does this dress make you want to do?”

He smashed his lips onto yours again, using his arms to pick you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He began to walk to his room, shutting the door behind him. Your kiss didn’t falter, continuing to move your lips against each other as he gently put you down.

The both of you stood inches from his bed and he began to slowly unzip the back of your dress. “A lot of things, baby. I want to do so many things to you,” he confessed, turning you around so your back pressed against his chest. “But first, I want to take this off of you.”

You let him use his hands to remove your dress. You could feel the throbbing between your legs and all you needed at this moment was Steve. “Stop teasing, Steve,” you said quietly, feeling his lips attach to your neck. 

He chuckled, picking his head up to whisper in your ear. “Well, you better stay quiet, baby. Don’t want to wake up the little one, right?”

The next morning, the sun started to peek through Steve’s windows, causing you to wake up. You slowly opened your eyes and felt a pair of arms holding you tight. You turned your head to see Steve next to you, sleeping soundly.

You grinned, feeling content with the world. You raised a hand to gently rub a thumb against his cheek, careful not to wake him up. However, he began to stir in his sleep and his eyes fluttered open, catching your hand in his. “Morning,” he said in his morning voice, something you always found attractive.

“Morning,” you responded softly. He kissed your hand and then let go to bring his hand to your cheek, leaning over to kiss you. He breathed you in, as if he couldn’t believe you were real. He pulled you on top of him, not letting you go as he deepened the kiss. After a few seconds, you pulled away, feeling breathless. You lay your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “We should probably get up.”

Steve groaned, hugging you tight. “I think we should stay in bed for a few more hours.”

You giggled, pushing your hands against his chest to force yourself off. “And have your daughter pop into your room to see us in bed?”

“She’s going to find out eventually, so I don’t really care.” Steve said, pulling you back against his chest.

You sighed contentedly, snuggling back into his embrace. “I guess you're right,” you said, smiling as you looked up at him. “But let's at least get some breakfast before she wakes up.”

Steve chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Okay, fine. But I'm not letting you go just yet.” He pulled you close again, his lips finding yours in a slow and tender kiss. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch as if he was still trying to convince himself that you were really there with him.

You responded eagerly, your body tingling with desire. As the kiss deepened, Steve rolled you onto your back, hovering over you with a hunger that made your breath catch. He kissed a trail down your neck, his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin as he went. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as you moaned softly.

For a few moments, the rest of the world faded away and all that mattered was the two of you, tangled up in the sheets and lost in each other's embrace. But eventually, you pulled back, panting for breath. “Steve, we really should get up.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He groaned in frustration but nodded, rolling off of you and pulling you close to his side. “Fine.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “But we're coming back here later.”

After finishing your morning routine, you headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. As you stood at the stove, frying eggs, you felt Steve's arms wrap around your waist, his lips planting soft kisses on your neck. You tried to push him away, but he held you closer, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “S-Steve.” You said breathlessly. “She’s going​​ to come in here any second.”

He chuckled softly against your skin. “She's been wanting us to get back together, love. Don't worry, she'll be happy to see us like this.”

You rolled your eyes but at the same moment, you heard a small voice behind you. “Mom? Dad?”

The two of you turned around to see your adorable daughter, standing there with her mouth agape. “Hi, honey, did you have a good sleep?” You greeted her, crouching down to give her a big hug.

She walked over to hug you but you and Steve could still see the shock on her face. “Yes, but…” She looked at her dad, Steve giving her a huge grin back as he crouched down next to her.

“What is it, sweetie?” Steve asked her, rubbing her arm.

“I’m confused…” her little voice spoke. “Are you guys back together?”

You and Steve chuckled, looking at each other before looking back at your daughter. “I guess we are.” You told her and you saw her lips turn up into a huge smile.

She started jumping in excitement, clapping her hands. “Yay! It worked! It worked!”

You raised an eyebrow, confused as to what worked. “What worked, honey?”

She looked at both of you and stopped jumping. “My plan to get you both together after your party,” she said, still grinning. “I wanted you two alone together again and it worked!”

Steve arched an eyebrow and lightly pushed your shoulder, causing you to look back at him. He tilted his head, putting an arm around your shoulder. “You’re a smart one, huh? It definitely worked.”

“Does this mean you’ll get married again?” She asked innocently.

You chuckled, kissing her forehead. “We may…”

Steve squeezed your arm, hugging you both. “Yes, we are. I don’t think I’ll be able to live without your mom, sweetie.”

Your daughter let go of you both and started to sing happily, ecstatic that her parents were finally back together again. You leaned your head on Steve’s shoulder, a bright smile on your face as you watched her run around. Steve kissed your forehead, rubbing soothing circles on your arm.

This was all you had wanted. To finally be happy with your perfect family.

[alilixx]

Can we get jealous cuddy 👀

Of course! I'm so sorry for being late. I had some things to deal with in real life, and I didn't have any ideas for a fanfic. OKAY SO IM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE I NEEDED TO SEE A DOCTOR, hope you will like it tho ! <3

You had always appreciated working under Lisa Cuddy’s leadership. She was not only an excellent doctor but also a respected manager and a woman you admired immensely. However, lately, the atmosphere between the two of you seemed strange, although you couldn't quite pinpoint the exact cause.

It all started when Stacey, House’s ex-girlfriend, returned to the hospital. You found in her an ally and a friend in dealing with the issue known as "House." Your interactions were light and pleasant, and soon, you began spending more and more time together, having lunch or chatting about everything and nothing in between consultations. Cuddy, on the other hand, seemed distant, more reserved with you. Sometimes, you noticed her gaze—not angry, but... troubled.

One day, while you were talking with Chase in the break room, you noticed Lisa watching you from a distance. There was something in her gaze, a spark you had never seen before. When Chase slipped away after advising you to go talk to her, you hesitated before approaching her. Nothing could go wrong, right?

"Lisa, is everything okay?"

She looked up from her papers, her expression perfectly controlled.

"Yes, everything is fine," she replied in a neutral tone. "Why do you ask?"

You felt a pang in your heart, uncertain of the truth in her response. "It’s just that... I feel like something is bothering you."

Cuddy had sighed lightly, lifting her eyes to meet yours. "Maybe you should focus a little less on Stacey and a little more on your work," she said with a hint of irritation.

Of course, this hurt you. You had studied so hard to work here, and even here, you fought to keep your mental health in the best shape. You were doing good work; it was rare for you to have problems with patients or nurses.

Her remark took your breath away. Was she... jealous? You almost protested, but the words got stuck in your throat. Without saying another word, you left the room, heart heavy. Afterward, you began to distance yourself from Stacey, hoping it would calm the situation. And indeed, things became more relaxed between you and Lisa. At least, that’s what you thought.

You continued with your usual routine, often talking to Chase or Cameron when the two were a couple. They were so different, making them good advisors. Stacey watched you with a hint of sadness as you only spoke to her briefly, but you couldn’t afford to get on your boss’s bad side; work was more important than just a colleague.

Shortly after Stacey’s departure, you grew closer to Eric Foreman, a competent and intelligent colleague with whom you enjoyed exchanging ideas. Once again, you noticed that Lisa seemed upset whenever you talked to him, especially outside of a professional setting. That day, she even swept through the room in a hurry, deliberately avoiding you.

This routine of avoidance had lasted for several months, and your friends outside of work (excluding Chase and Cameron, of course) had noticed that you weren’t doing well.

Not knowing what else to do, and exhausted by this silent tension, you decided to take a few days off. Maybe some space would help you see things more clearly.

Three days into your "sick leave," there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Lisa Cuddy standing in front of you, looking nervous and a bit lost.

"Lisa..." you murmured, surprised.

She took a deep breath, as if searching for the right words. "I... I came to apologize. I think... I haven’t been fair to you. I let my feelings get the better of me."

You felt your heart race. "Your feelings?"

Cuddy nodded, her gaze locking onto yours. "I think I’m jealous, but not just because of Stacey or Foreman. I’m jealous because... you mean a lot to me. More than I was willing to admit to myself, so please, give me a chance. I don’t even know if you’re attracted to women or to me, but Y/N, please."

The words hung between you, heavy with meaning and promise. You gently took her hand, the uncertainty giving way to clarity.

"You mean a lot to me too, Lisa," you murmured, looking her in the eyes. "I’ll give you a chance, but let’s do this right."

Lisa nodded, a slight smile forming on her lips. Without another word, you gently pulled her inside your apartment, closing the door behind you. She didn’t resist, allowing herself to be guided by your gesture, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The atmosphere between you two had changed. The next day at noon, Lisa suggested going out for lunch together at a little restaurant she particularly liked. You agreed, delighted to spend a more intimate moment with her, away from the hospital corridors and prying eyes.

The restaurant was charming, with solid wood tables and lit candles creating a warm ambiance. Sitting face to face, you shared a delicious meal, filled with laughter and deep conversations. Lisa seemed more relaxed, her smile constant and her eyes shining with that sparkle you loved so much.

"I’m glad we had that conversation," she confided, absentmindedly playing with her glass. "I don’t want any more misunderstandings between us."

"Me neither," you replied sincerely. "I really care about you, Lisa, and I want this to work between us."

The afternoon continued in the same gentle and close atmosphere. You strolled through the streets of the city, visiting a few shops, sharing memories, and laughing about everything and nothing. Time flew by, and soon, the day began to fade, giving way to the first light of dusk.

In the evening, back at your place, you decided to cook together. It was a simple idea, but it seemed perfect to end this special day. In the kitchen, the atmosphere was light and relaxed. You chose to prepare an Italian dish, a recipe that Lisa loved.

She took care of the pasta while you made the sauce. Your movements were synchronized, and from time to time, your hands brushed against each other, triggering knowing smiles. At one point, Lisa accidentally spilled some sauce on your apron, and you both burst out laughing.

"I think you're better in an operating room than in the kitchen," you teased. Lisa laughed, shaking her head. "You’re not wrong. Good thing you’re here to fix my mistakes."

The kitchen filled with the tantalizing smell of the meal, but also with something more intangible: the warmth and growing affection between the two of you. Once dinner was ready, you set the table, lighting a few candles to create an even more intimate atmosphere.

The meal you shared was simple but delicious, and most importantly, it was a perfect reflection of your day: a mutual discovery, full of warmth and affection. After eating, you tidied up the kitchen together before settling on the couch with a glass of wine.

"Thank you for today," Lisa murmured, resting her head on your shoulder. "It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this good."

You placed a kiss on her forehead, feeling exactly the same way. "We should do this more often," you replied softly, savoring the moment, determined to make this relationship something beautiful and lasting.

No words or movements were made for a long while. The silence settled in, not awkward, but comforting. You realized the sensation you felt at that moment—a gentle, enveloping warmth, the desire to stay there, simply, with her.

Your hands were intertwined, and you could feel the light pressure of her fingers against yours. Lisa kept her head on your shoulder, her breathing steady and calm. You stayed there, your lips meeting in soft, slow kisses, filled with this newfound tenderness. Nothing else mattered at that moment but her presence by your side.

You’d be lying if you said this relationship didn’t scare you. There were doubts, uncertainties. What if you ended up losing her? What if all of this was just a fleeting dream, destined to crumble over time? The very thought of losing this connection that had just begun to form made your head spin.

But at the same time, the temptation to be with her, to see how far this story could go, was stronger than anything. Deep down, you knew you wanted to be by her side, no matter the risks. This relationship, as frightening as it might be, represented something precious—a chance to love and be loved like never before.

And if this chance also meant the possibility of spending your life with her, then you were ready to seize it, to face any fears that might arise along the way. After all, love was worth a few risks, especially if it was to be with her, Lisa Cuddy.

You would have never known or even imagined that Cuddy was into switching roles. You had no doubt she liked to give, but to receive? Especially the way she asked if you could take control in bed this time. Of course, you accepted; this woman deserved everything.

It was the same time you came home from work later than she did, which was rare, but who would have expected to find her in the bedroom, lying on the bed, moaning your name with a "mommy" right after? You hadn’t made a sound, thinking she was asleep, but seeing her with a vibrator inside her, calling out your name, left you breathless. This vision of Lisa was one of the most arousing possible. When she saw you, she suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of the vibrator, and you moved toward her, holding the toy in place.

Instantly, Lisa felt all her muscles tense at once. Something started vibrating inside her—literally vibrating deep within her—pressed against her folds, just behind her clit, against that perfect spot that made her pussy tight and warm.

You leaned down and gave her a kiss on the temple to reassure her in addition to your words which simply told her that she was a good girl for you, you managed to have the desired effect, seeing her tense up against the sheets in below her.

You wanted to push her over the edge with the biggest orgasm she had ever had in order to reassure her and make her understand that you loved being dominant. Along with your tongue on her breasts, it begins to swell strangely, filling her, vibrating and pulsing against her hot, slick folds in a way that is entirely pleasurable for Lisa.

The dean can't help but gasp, closing her eyes and unable to form coherent words. “I think that’s enough baby,” you whisper softly.

Slowly the new toy inside her pussy decreased in size and slowed its vibrations. It feels like a shrinking knot, then a love egg, then it's too small to feel descriptively. Lisa can always tell there's something inside her, but it's the smallest, most harmless of intrusions.

You could see her move her hips against the mattress so she could feel the toy again but nothing happened, she looked at you as you blocked her hands from her pussy. “No sweetheart, you won’t touch yourself if I don’t tell you.”

Lisa moaned in annoyance, she had wanted this for so long into this day and her girlfriend wouldn't even make her come. After a few seconds of pure torture, you turned the toy back on. The toy was going so deep inside Lisa that tears were streaming down her cheeks. The vibrations are so powerful you could hear them - whirring, pulsing, mechanically rumbling like a revving engine. You lowered Lisa slowly, gently, bringing her away from the cliff edge of a fast, hard orgasm.

The only "Please" she said to you made your heart ache but she couldn't cum now, you wouldn't allow her again. You choose a low, gentle vibration setting – enough so that Lisa can feel it bringing on her orgasm, but not enough to push her over the edge. "If you're still a good girl by the time I finish my paperwork for my patients, we can go over things."

The minutes passed and you were finishing the last papers while Lisa was moaning, you stayed in the room to see if she respected the conditions in order to reward her properly. She hadn't done anything except beg you. Did she deserve it? Of course but you were going to have to tease her again, if she asked you to stop you would and she knew it but she hadn't used the word yet.

You sat on the edge of the bed calling to her, she stood between your legs. You had to hold his hips from the way her legs were shaking. "My good girl, you tried so hard not to come. I think you deserve a reward don't you? Mommy will let you come on her thigh but you have to do the work when she tells you to come, you can. "

Lisa nodded and she sat on your thigh and rubbed against it, moaning. The friction and the toy inside her felt so good and she was trying hard not to come, when you saw the tears on her cheeks again, you turned the toy up all the way and came to take her breasts in your mouth in turn and she comes on your leg.

The orgasm was so long, you hoped you hadn't gone too far but when you noticed the smile on her face after slowly going down the pace of the toy. She comes to give you a quick kiss and thank you. Wasn't it perfect?

[oldiesstationlover11607]

au where dema is a twisted kingdom and clancy is a prince and also the son of nico, the king of said kingdom. reader is a peasant who clancy just so happens to fall in love with!! nico is upset by this exchange and threatens to cause harm to the reader which causes the reader & clancy to runaway together :-3

Dark Kingdom - Prince!Clancy x Peasant!Reader

Warnings: anything related to Dema

Word Count: 1464

A/N: I LOVED THIS PROMPT OMGGGG!!! Thank you anon!!! <3

Dema was not a place where people were supposed to fall in love. We were supposed to obey, to serve, and to live in fear of the ever-watchful eye of King Nico, our ruler. His commands, his dark proclamations, spread through the city like a thick fog, seeping into every corner, every home, every mind. The kingdom was a web of restrictions and oppression, and I, like everyone else in the outer districts, learned early that survival meant obedience. But that silence—my submission—led me to someone I never imagined I’d meet–Clancy, the prince himself.

The first time I saw him, I was lighting candles near my district's edge. It was a quiet, rebellious act—a way to remind myself that some light could exist in a place as dark as Dema. The flickering candles were small comforts, a tiny defiance against the darkness that surrounded us. I sang to myself, reflecting on the last few days, feeling a momentary taste of freedom, until the shadows shifted, and a figure stepped forward.

“Why do you do this?” a voice asked from the darkness. I froze, clutching my candle, my heart pounding. The voice was calm, even curious, and as he stepped into the candlelight, I recognized the fine clothes, the regal bearing, and the restless expression. Clancy.

I felt a surge of fear, my instinct to flee fighting against my legs rooted in place. But he didn’t seem threatening. His face, though wary, lacked the harshness I’d come to expect from the nobles. Instead, his eyes held something else—something almost… vulnerable.

“Your highness.” I forced myself to curtsy, bowing my head, unwilling to meet his eyes.

“No—no, don’t do that. Please.” His voice was gentle, almost pleading. I straightened, confusion flickering across my face. He seemed to hesitate, shifting uncomfortably. “You still haven’t answered my question,” he said, nodding to the candle I held. “Why do you do this?”

“I do it to remember,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, still trying to make sense of his unexpected gentleness. “To hold onto something good… something that feels real.”

“Real.” He repeated the word quietly, almost like it was unfamiliar. He stared at the candle in my hands, his gaze far away. “You shouldn’t be out this late. Especially alone.” He leaned against the concrete pillar to my left. “It’s dangerous for a girl like you,” he smirked. “What’s your name?”

A part of me wanted to turn away, to protect myself by staying silent. Names held weight in Dema—if he knew mine, it could mean a world of trouble. But something in his eyes, in the way he waited, convinced me. I told him my name, bracing myself for the disdain or judgment that often came from nobility. But he only nodded, repeating my name softly, as if savoring it.

“I’m Clancy,” he offered, his tone a little hesitant.

“I know,” I replied, unable to hide the faint bitterness in my voice. He was royalty, after all. But his gaze didn’t waver, and I felt a strange connection in the look he gave me.

“Are you… lost?” I asked, forcing a small smile. Royals didn’t wander into the lower districts without a reason.

“Maybe,” he murmured, a hint of sadness in his smile. “Or maybe I’m just trying to find something real.”

Something in his answer struck me. Dema was a kingdom that crushed anything genuine, any piece of real humanity, out of its people. I had my candles to keep that light alive, and he… well, maybe this was how he kept his own soul from dying.

That night, we talked until dawn. I told him about life in the outer districts, about the quiet rebellions, the ways we tried to carve out small pieces of freedom. He listened with an intensity that surprised me, his face softening as I spoke. He didn’t judge, didn’t look down on me, and I found myself saying things I’d never spoken aloud before.

We met again, and then again, until those meetings became the secret highlight of my life. Clancy, the prince of Dema, a figure I had once seen as a symbol of everything wrong in my world, was now someone I could speak to honestly, without fear. He shared stories about the palace, about the emptiness that came from living under his father’s control. Each night chipped away at the walls between us, and slowly, against all my better judgment, I felt myself falling for him.

One evening, he told me about his family, his father’s iron grip on the kingdom, and the strict teachings he’d grown up with. “It’s… hard to explain,” he murmured, watching the candlelight flicker between us. “I’ve never felt like I belonged in that world.”

I nodded, understanding in a way I hadn’t expected. “You’re the prince, Clancy. You are that world.”

“Yes,” he said, looking down. “But I feel like a prisoner, too. Just… just as much as anyone out here.”

For a long time, I only listened, my heart caught between sympathy and anger. He was royalty. But then I saw the pain in his eyes, the raw yearning that mirrored my own. “Why don’t you leave?” I asked softly.

“Where would I go?” he said, a bitter laugh escaping him. “Where could I go where my father wouldn’t find me?”

“Maybe there’s a place out there… somewhere far away from here,” I whispered, and a flicker of hope sparked between us.

Days turned into weeks, and our secret meetings continued. Clancy would find me in the shadows, his face weary but hopeful, and together, we carved out our own world, safe from Dema’s darkness. It felt dangerous, but exhilarating. He wasn’t just the prince anymore. He was Clancy—a person, someone I had come to care for deeply, maybe even to love.

One night, however, everything changed. Clancy arrived, but he was different. His face was tense, his eyes darting around the dimly lit alleyway as though expecting someone to appear at any moment.

“He knows,” Clancy whispered, his voice tight with fear.

I felt a cold chill run through me. “What… what do you mean?”

“My father,” he said, swallowing hard. “He knows about us. About… you.”

My breath caught, and fear clawed up my throat. “What does he want?”

Clancy’s jaw tightened. “He’s made threats—against you. He said he’ll find you if I keep… if I keep meeting with you–” He took my hands, his fingers trembling. “We have to go. Tonight.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding. “Go… where?”

“Trench,” he replied, urgency lighting his eyes. “I’ve heard rumors, whispers of people who are fighting against him. They call themselves the Banditos, led by someone they call the Torchbearer. They say he’s building a safe haven… somewhere far from here.”

“Do you… do you really think it’s safe?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Clancy’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing over my hand. “I don’t know. But I know that I can’t stay here and watch my father destroy everything I care about.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “I’d give up everything if it meant keeping you safe.”

A warmth rose in my chest, filling me with equal parts hope and terror. “You’d really leave Dema?”

“Dema is not my home,” he murmured, his eyes locked onto mine. “Not anymore. You are.”

I stared at him, and for a moment, the noise of the city, the shadow of Nico’s power, faded away. “Then let’s go.”

We ran through the dark streets, my hand clutched tightly in his. We moved swiftly, our footsteps muffled by the silence of the sleeping city. Clancy led us through hidden paths, places only he would know, taking us through narrow alleys and abandoned corridors. The towers of Dema loomed overhead, stark and sinister, but together, it felt as though the darkness couldn’t touch us.

At the city’s edge, we paused, catching our breath, and Clancy looked back at the towering palace. “It’s strange,” he said, a flicker of sadness in his voice. “I thought I’d feel more… more regret. But all I feel is relief.”

I squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to me. “You’re free now.”

He smiled, his eyes full of a warmth I’d never seen in him before. “With you, I am.”

And so, together, we crossed the border, leaving Dema behind, the twisted towers of the kingdom disappearing into the night. For the first time, I felt truly alive, truly hopeful. The Banditos, the Torchbearer, the possibility of a safe haven—it was all unknown, but it was a chance at freedom.

As we disappeared into the shadows of the unknown, with only each other to rely on, I knew one thing for certain: I had found something worth fighting for.

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Why Me? - Part 7

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Mitchell! Female Reader (Callsign Mantis)

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, bruises, mentions of getting punched, details of panic attacks, swearing, mentions of being kicked out and homelessness, pining, smaller Rooster warning, mommy issues, mentions of death, insecurities, mentions of cheating

Word Count: 6900

Summary: The aftermath of your and Rooster's fight weighs heavily on your emotions and you turn to Bob once more. Plus, dinner with your dad, Penny, and Amelia can't possibly go wrong, right?

A/N: I apologize for lying to literally all of you three weeks ago... But it's finally here and I am so sorry!! Work got crazy around the holidays and ya girl got a little burnt out

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Once your breathing had evened out, Bob continued to rub your back until you were ready to let him go. You wouldn’t say you were exactly ready, but if you didn’t pull back you knew you wouldn’t be able to eventually. He was so warm, and his arms provided a comfort you haven’t felt in a very long time. You felt safe, and seen, and it wasn’t just a hug for a hug's sake. It was something to show you that he cared, that he saw you, and he didn’t want you to feel this way anymore. You squeeze your arms around him once more before sliding them off his shoulders.

You spend the next few minutes diverting your attention back to Sylvia who has since been getting closer to you. It’s almost as if she can sense your sadness, and much like Bob, wants to make you feel better. Bob hasn’t moved back to his original seat, and your thighs touch as you move your good hand to gently caress Sylvia’s head and ears. Bob huffs out a small laugh as he watches the two of you, unable to hold back a smile.

“What?”, you ask softly, looking back at him as Sylvia does the same.

“Nothing”, he shakes his head, “it’s just I’ve never seen her open up to someone so quickly.”

“Oh yeah? Who else have you introduced her to?”

“Just Phoenix and Fanboy. Nat’s only come over a couple times and she hasn’t approached her yet, but when Mickey comes over she won’t leave my side.” You look back down at the wide-eyed border collie and share a look with her.

“We just have a special bond then, don’t we Syl?” She moves her head further up your leg at your remark, causing your smile to widen. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Unbeknownst to you, the two of you did share some similarities. There is a reason she’s hesitant to approach new people, afraid that they’ll do to her what her last owners did. Bob can’t help but think that Sylvia can feel a certain energy radiating off of you. The two of you unknowingly bring a sense of belonging and comfort to each other.

Noticing her dad staring at her, she moves over to rest her head atop both of your thighs as you readjust the ice pack Bob brought you earlier. You wince as you attempt to stretch your fingers out, immediately demanding Bob’s attention. Removing his hands from Sylvia he reaches over and touches the wrap around your own hand, “May I?” You nod as he takes the ice pack off, gingerly taking your injured hand in both of his. Even through the pain, you can’t help but admire the prominent veins tracking through his large hands. The rough pads of his fingers assess the damage, as you follow their path across your knuckles. It’s funny really, you didn’t think anyone, a man especially, could be so gentle. So thoughtful. That was Bob you supposed.

He turns your hand from side to side, checking for any real injuries other than tenderness or bruising while you stare at his face. His eyes are concentrated at the task at hand as he hums. “Just as I thought.”

“What?”

“I’m afraid we’re going to lose the hand” You scoff and lightly push his arm as a sly smirk crosses his face. “No, it’ll be fine, just sore and bruised for the next few days.”

“Is that your professional opinion Dr. Floyd?” Bob clears his throat at the remark, glancing back down to where he holds your hand, his thumb tenderly rubbing your fingers.

“That it is, Lieutenant Mitchell”, you look back at his head, bowing down as he continues to caress your hand. There’s a freckle that sits right beneath his hairline that you first noticed when he drove you home from the bar. You were so drunk you must have forgotten about it until now. The urge to brush the hair away from his forehead and kiss it is very hard to resist. But you resist nonetheless as your eyes are drawn to his as he looks up.

Your eyes are still a bit red and puffy from crying, but it doesn’t deter you from giving him a slight smile. There’s an underlying hint of sadness coming from it, but Bob doesn’t mention anything as a tear falls down your face, his thumb immediately moving to wipe it away. Your eyes flutter shut at his soft touch. He doesn’t tell you to stop crying, he doesn’t pester you to open up, he’s simply there for you.

You don’t even know why you started crying again. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve never outright told anyone what your mom had done, or it’s been a long while since you were able to talk about Carole, but deep down you know it’s the fact that you feel safe telling Bob all of this. You feel comfortable. Something you have been without for too long.

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The drive back to your house is quiet. Bob doesn’t bother turning on the radio in case you want to talk. You stare out the window the entire time, looking a lot more tired than you were when the day began, but the radio remains off anyway.

When his truck pulls up to the curb you don’t make any motion to move. You remain still, staring out the window at you and your father’s shared home. The tears have since dried up, but the close of Bob’s door jolts you out of your daze. He opens your door, helping you out while his other hand carries your bag. He follows you inside and notices the lack of lights and other life.

“Is your dad home?”, he says as he cranes his neck attempting to look to the kitchen.

“Uh”, you look around the house, “No, he’s probably with Penny or-”, the name gets caught in your throat, but you force it out anyway, “Rooster.” His eyes land back on you as you get quiet again.

“Hey”, you look up to meet his eyes, “are you gonna be ok by yourself?”

“Oh yeah”, you wave him off, “I think I need to be alone for a little bit. Thanks for- well thanks for everything you did today. I’m sorry to trauma dump on you.” You attempt to laugh the last half of the day off, but Bob’s not letting you let it go that easy.

“I don’t mind one bit. I gave you the penny, remember?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget that now”, you give him a small smile, resting your hand at your side and fiddling with the penny in your flight suit pocket. It’s hard to feel it under the material, but you know it’s there.

“If you ever need anything or want to talk, if you call I’ll pick up.” Your heart melts a bit at the sentiment.

“Thanks Bob, and I’d do the same for you. I hope you know that.” The want to hug you again is clawing at every fiber of his being, but before he’s able to make a move to soothe you, your phone is ringing in your pocket. You give Bob an apologetic smile and clear your throat to collect yourself before answering. “Hi dad”, your attempt to sound normal comes off as forced, at least Bob thinks so. “No, it’s ok I got a ride home. How was your meeting?” 

He nods and gives you a small smile before heading out the door. And there you are once again. Alone in your own home, this time with bruised knuckles and a penny in your pocket.

After Bob left you were too tired to do anything other than take a shower and lie in bed. Your phone occasionally dings with notifications from Phoenix checking in, and you just tell her you’re ok as she threatens Rooster’s life. It makes you crack a slight smile as you type out a response.

Not right now, but thank you. Stay on standby just in case I change my mind, though

With that you turn your phone to silent and close the blinds, succumbing to the darkness of your room. The day had been too damn long and you were ready for it to be over.

You didn’t even hear the light tap your dad left on your door as you were fast asleep. He peaked in just to see your chest lightly rising and falling, and he decided to let you get your rest.

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The next day you awake to the sounds of pans clattering in the kitchen downstairs and the smell of fresh.. smoke? Just as you rise to your feet, the shrill sound of the smoke detector being set off  has you booking your way down the stairs. There you find your dad juggling a pan of burnt bacon as he attempts to open a window.

“What the hell is going on?” Walking up to him, you take the pan of bacon leaving him to open the windows while you set it in the sink.

“Well”, he responds, “I was trying to make breakfast.” He motions to the disarray of bowls with lumpy pancake batter, and multiple pans still sitting on the stovetop. You both take a second to look around and back to each other with matching exasperated looks as the alarm finally stops screaming at you. “How do you feel about cereal?”

“Cereal’s good”, you smile.

He grabs your favorite out of the pantry and pours the both of you bowls. You give him a small thank you before shoveling a spoonful into your mouth.

“I invited Penny and Amelia over for dinner tonight ”  You raise your brows and try to hide your smirk.

“You gonna make them your specialty cheerios?”

“Very funny. And no, I will be grilling.”

“Ah, I see. There’s no smoke detectors outside.” He laughs and shakes his head while you continue to eat.

“So, how did everything go yesterday at work?” He asks, leaning against the countertop behind him. You stop mid-chew and catch his eye.

“It was fine”. In the 10 minutes you’ve been awake you honestly forgot about yesterday. It was just you and your dad again. Like it was all those summers after Bradley left. Except for the ones where he was deployed of course and you were stuck with your mom for all four seasons. 

“Yeah?” You nod in response. “Good, I was worried about putting Hangman and Bradley in a group together, but I figured you’d work as a good buffer. Plus it doesn’t hurt that I think Bradley could give you a few good pointers.” Relief is immediately followed by a feeling that leaves your jaw clenching. Just at the mention of Bradley’s name you become angry then tired. Tired of everything to do with him and how your father places him on a pedestal. Tired that your dad is so blind to your feelings and how lonely you’ve been. 

You can’t blame Rooster entirely for your dad’s shortcomings. He’s splitting his time between him and Penny, and yeah you’re an adult, but it still hurts not being picked first. In fact, the only time you’ve felt really seen was when you received the Top Gun trophy for first place. That was something your dad couldn’t even say he accomplished. And you just wanted to make him proud, to make him see you. To not compare you to the kid he wished he had, the son he so desperately wanted. Your heart and head start to ache at the thought.

“Kiddo?” His voice breaks you out of your thoughts, realizing you’ve lost your appetite you push your bowl away.

“Yeah?” He places his own bowl in the sink and turns to you, leaning back against the countertop.

“Are you feeling ok?” Your stomach sinks as you hope he’s not going to bring up anything else about yesterday. If he didn’t know yet you weren’t going to be the one to tell him. You could deal with the repercussions on Monday at work, but right now you just wanted to forget about the entire day.

“Not really actually, I think I’m gonna go back to sleep”, you tell him as you wash your bowl out. He takes you by the shoulders, placing the back of his hand on your forehead.

“You coming down with something?”

“No”, you push his hand away, “I’ve just got a headache.” He lets you go, albeit very skeptically.

“Are you going to be ok for dinner later?”

“Yeah I’m- I’m fine”, you breathe out. He steps forward, kissing the top of your head before you head to your room and fall back into your bed. It doesn’t take long for you to fall back asleep, and when the buzzing from your phone awakes you it’s already noon.

Reaching out for your phone, you blindly tap the answer button and groggily ask, “Hello?”

“Mantis?” Rooster’s voice has you sitting up immediately. Taking the phone away from your face you squint at the unsaved number. “Mantis, I am so sorry-” Not granting him a response, you hang up and toss the phone on the pillow next to you. You stare at it for a couple more seconds before the same number appears on the screen. Out of pure anger you answer and speak before he can even get a word in.

“Rooster, I am going to say this once and it better stick. Do NOT call me or text me. I don’t want to talk to you.” You hang up without hearing any response, hoping for once he’ll listen. You stare at the blank screen for a minute, waiting to see if he’ll follow direction, and to your surprise he does.

How dare he try to call you now? The audacity of this man to call you up, no more than 24 hours after completely humiliating you. God, you need to get out of this house. Get some fresh air. Looking down at your pajamas, you come to the conclusion that you’re done moping. And on a whim you text the only person who you know can make you feel better.

Any chance you’re up to do something?

Bob: What did you have in mind?

Before you know it, you’re knocking on Bob’s door. The skitter of paws on the hardwood makes you laugh as the pounding of feet gets closer. Bob swings the door open as he ushers you inside.

“Sorry, give me two minutes and I’ll be good to go”, he says, trying to hide the fact that he’s out of breath, presumably from running to answer the door.

“No worries”, you wave him off. You take a peak around the house trying to find a blob of black and white fur, but to no avail you come up empty. Bob’s sat at the couch tying his shoes as you whisper, “Where is she?” He laughs and looks up at you, still bent over.

“Is that the only reason you wanted to see me today?”

“How dare you accuse me of such outlandish-” He cuts you off with a whistle that echoes throughout the house and in less than a second you hear paws bounding down the stairs while Sylvia runs to her dad. Of course you’re standing in between them, but you’re on your knees instantly. She comes to you first this time as your thumbs soothe over her ears. “Not so shy now are we?” You ask her.

Bob smiles as he looks at the two of you. Sylvia’s still way more energetic when Bob greets her, but she didn’t run and hide this time, in fact she leans into your ministrations. “What were you saying about outlandish accusations?” You just turn slightly to smirk at him while Sylvia vies for your attention.

The three of you start your trek to the beach, Bob’s house only sitting a little over a mile from the nearest pet friendly one. You pass small businesses and bungalows that get smaller and more colorful as you get closer. An ice cream shop catches your eye as you walk by, their unique flavors intriguing you.

He doesn't treat you like you're fragile whatsoever, like if he asks how you are you'll burst into tears or fall apart. Which you appreciate immensely. It's like Bob can sense you're looking for something to do, a distraction, and he will gladly be that for you.

“How often do you two go to the beach?”

“Not often. I’ll usually just take her on a walk around the block, but I figured since you’re here she’d be more comfortable venturing out a little bit more.” You smile, bending slightly to pet her black fur as you walk. “You wouldn’t guess by how she acts, but she is a ball of energy.”

“Is that something else you two have in common? Are you secretly a gym junkie or something?” He gives you a small laugh before staring ahead, the smile slightly slipping from his face.

“Nah”, he lets out, the beach now just ahead of you. “What ya see is what ya get with me.”

“That is not true”, you say, shaking your head. “When I first met you I would have never guessed you have a great sense of humor”, it’s his turn to shake his head, trying to hide the small laugh that leaves his nose, “Or that you know the greatest cure for hangovers, or-” the two of you finally stop at the short wall that separates you from the sand. You stop to turn, taking in Bob’s features as he gazes out at the ocean, “Or that you are one of the most kind and generous people I have ever met.” He meets your eyes and notices the genuine look in your face, but all too soon tears them away.

“That is very kind of you to say.”

“Well it’s true.” He looks back for longer this time, and the smiles grow on both of your faces before Sylvia barks, disrupting the moment.

“Oh I’m so sorry”, he says to her, rolling his eyes. The two of you take off your shoes, placing them nearby on the sand while Bob reaches into his pocket to grab the ball he brought for Sylvia. “Is this what you wanted then?” Reaching his arm back, he extends and throws the ball far down the beach. Your eyes widen as you watch the ball fly through the air, all while Sylvia runs after it.

“What?” Bob asks, examining your features. You scoff at his cavalier question and motion to where Sylvia was retrieving the tennis ball.

“You just threw that like a mile down the beach!” He gives you a genuine laugh at your exaggeration and shrugs his shoulders.

“I played baseball in High School.”

“For who, the Orioles?” You gawk. He shakes his head and laughs while Sylvia runs back and drops the ball at his feet. He throws the ball once more, just as far.

“I played outfield in little league ‘cause I was terrified of the ball, but turns out I was good at throwing.” He shrugs once again while you shake your head and smile.

“Oh Bob”, you laugh, “You are just full of secrets.” He turns the ball over in his hand before throwing it and can’t help but think of how true that is. It may not be multiple but he has one big secret. The one that threatens to tear open his chest every time he’s with you. The one that causes his heart to beat faster every time you smile at him. The one that threatens to give way every time he dares to take a glance at you.

He continues throwing the ball to Sylvia while she chases it until she visibly slows down. He offers to let you throw, but you use your injured hand as an excuse not to embarrass yourself. Traveling further up the beach, shoes in hand, you find a taco truck and decide to stop while finding Sylvia some water.

You have an excuse to pay this time after ordering, all thanks to Bob’s hands literally being full. Smirking as you hand the cashier your card, he tries his best to look annoyed all while his lips betray him and twitch upward.

The two of you find a picnic bench to sit on while Sylvia laps up the water in the complimentary bowl. You can’t help but stare at Bob’s veiny forearms as he takes a bite of his food. Throwing the ball today had strained his muscles, and you weren’t mad at the view as he sits opposite you. You so desperately want to reach over and trace the veins from his arm to his hand, tracking each and every one… Shaking your head slightly, you remember where you are.

“So what position did you play in high school?” He takes a large gulp of water, clearing his throat before answering.

“I switched between left and centerfield, but was mostly left.”

“With a cannon like that, it makes sense.” He laughs and raises a brow, not disagreeing with you.

“Well, it’s what got me my first girlfriend.” He casually tells you while taking another bite.

“Oooh, you had a high school sweetheart?” He grimaces, wiping his hands on a napkin before responding.

“I wouldn’t call it that. We dated for three months senior year. She dumped me right before prom for our pitcher.”

“Like right before prom?” He nods, resting his elbows on the table.

“I went to her house to pick her up, her folks told me she had already left. I wore my brother's old tux and got a corsage and everything. I held out hope, but when I got to the school, I caught her with my teammate… in his truck.” Your mouth falls open.

“Oh Bobby, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine”, he waves you off, “It was a long time ago.”

“Did you stay for the dance?”

“No”, he laughs, smiling at the memory, “I went home, but when my sister came back later she told me she caught them sneaking back into the gym and her and her friends slashed his tires.” You laugh with him, but that doesn’t stop your brain from imagining sweet baby-faced Bob driving all the way home from prom, wiping tears from behind his glasses. You give him a sad smile, and as if he can sense where your mind has gone, he coughs and changes the subject.

“How was your prom?” You scoff and give him a single laugh.

“Wouldn’t know, I didn’t go.” He raises his brows at your confession. He would have imagined people would have been begging you to go with them.

“Why not?”

“Well”, you swallow, “my mom was very strict-”, you give him a look, as if telling him he already knows what you’re implying, “and I didn’t have a lot of friends. Let alone people asking me to dances. And that definitely meant no sweethearts.” Glancing behind Bob at the orange tint of the sun, you think about the other reason. What was actually happening during your last months as a senior.

“I would have asked you.” He quietly responds, bringing your eyes back to his. They’re swimming with honesty, and it makes you wish you could have gone to high school with Bob Floyd.

“And I would have said yes, and we would have had the most fun on the dance floor.” You smile. “Although, I haven’t seen you dance before.”

“I don’t really dance”, he laughs out, “but with you I would.” Taking a deep breath in, your smile overtakes your face as Bob’s crooked one does his.

“I would have made you forget all about what’s-her-name.”

“Mandy”, he grimaces.

“Eugh, Mandy”, you remark in disdain. The two of you slip into laughter, the orange glow from the sunset creating a halo around Bob’s head. It’s fitting, you think. Bob is such an angel. Even if you prayed for whatever power above to send you a guardian one, you don’t think they’d do nearly as much.

With your food finished, and Sylvia all tired out after running down the beach some more, the three of you walk back to Bob’s small home. You pass the same bustling ice cream shop on the way back, and you tell Bob you’d like to try it next time. “Next time”, his heart beats a little faster at the thought.

Stepping through Bob’s front door, you follow him into the kitchen as he grabs Sylvia’s bowl.

“You want your dinner?”, he asks in that same baby voice he reserves just for her. She jumps up and down at his words while he fills her bowl. Oh shit, dinner.

“Shit, what time is it?”, you reach forward and grab Bob’s arm, turning it to check his watch. “Damn it!” You start putting your shoes back on as fast as you can, checking your phone and noticing the most recent missed texts from your dad.

“What’s going on?” Bob asks from behind you.

“I forgot that I’m supposed to be having dinner with my dad tonight.” You finish lacing up your shoe, and in a rush you kiss Bob’s cheek before running out the door. “Thank you so much for today, I’ll text you!” Bob is left reeling in his kitchen as his hand slowly makes its way up to his cheek where your lips had been seconds ago. He can feel the heat in his face as he puffs out a breath, staring down at Sylvia while she looks up at him. He gives the door you just left through one last glance.

“Daddy’s in trouble.”

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The entire drive home you can't stop smiling. Maybe it was a bit bold for your situation and your body was running faster than your brain, but you could still feel Bob’s warm cheek against your lips.

You finally pull up to your house, throw the car in park and quite literally burst through the front door. Turning the corner you find Penny, Amelia, and your dad all sitting at the table looking at you with wide eyes.

“Hi”, you attempt to say, a little out of breath.

“So glad you could join us”, your dad offers, his tone dripping in sarcasm. “We were just about to start eating.”

“Oh good, I’m just in time then”, you say, taking the empty seat next to your dad. You look up and greet Penny and Amelia, the latter of which is very confused by your smiley and flushed face. “This looks great dad, a big step up from cheerios”, you joke. The table is full of steak, kebabs, potatoes, and surprisingly for your dad; a salad.

“Well thanks, proud to say I did it all by myself since my sous-chef was nowhere to be found when I got home from the store”, he chides. The four of you start filling up your plates as a knock comes from the door, your dad excuses himself to answer it. Reaching for a roll, you stop at the sound of Penny’s voice.

“What did you do to your hand?”, concern lacing her voice as she reaches out to hold it. Very slowly you pull it back and wiggle your fingers.

“Oh it’s nothing, I just accidentally slammed it in the car door.” The lie slips easily off of your tongue, just a little something to keep people from worrying or thinking about it too much. “You know how it is.” She gives you a look, one that says “I don’t believe you, but for your sake I’m going to pretend I do.” And you can’t thank her more in that moment.

“So how’s school going Amelia? You’re what, a sophomore now?” She gives you a nod, swallowing her bite of food before responding.

“Yeah, I’m a sophomore. And it’s good”, she shrugs, “school is school.”

“She just got asked to her homecoming”, Penny interjects with a coy smile on her face.

“Mom-”, Amelia groans, her face heating up.

“Oooh, who is it? Are they any cute?” She groans once more, covering her face in both of her hands.

“His name is Connor.. And yes”, she mutters. You share a look with Penny as the two of you stifle your giggles.

The sound of the door shutting has you turning your head in the direction of two pairs of feet making their way to the kitchen. Your dad enters the kitchen, followed by- of course, Rooster. You straighten up and clench your jaw at the sight of him. He’s wearing his aviators, but you can still see a shade of purple peeking out from beneath them.

“Look who I found on the front porch”, your dad jokes. You turn your back on the both of them as Rooster greets everyone else. Why would he show up unannounced? Or even if your dad invited him over, he knows you don’t want to see him, so why would he agree in the first place? Maverick ushers him to take the only empty seat… next to you, as you try your best to focus on the plate full of food in front of you that you’re not sure you’ll be able to stomach now.

He starts filling his own plate, noticeably only taking things from right in front of him. Your dad coughs in his direction, discreetly tapping the side of his face, asking him to take his sunglasses off. Hearing him sigh next to you, he reaches to take them off, pocketing them in the neck of his white undershirt. You cringe at the sound of your dad’s voice.

“Whoa, Bradley, what happened?” All eyes except for yours turn to take in his face. You’re honestly surprised he hadn’t run and told your dad you punched him immediately after it happened. But then again if he did, he’d have to tell him why you did it in the first place.

“It’s nothing, really-” Your heart rate is speeding up, anticipating the ultimate truth to come forward, “I tripped up the steps to my apartment and smacked my face on the stairs.”

Penny glances between your hand holding a spoon of mashed potatoes and back to Bradley’s cheek. She’s not buying this for one second.

“That looks pretty bad”, Mav assesses while tilting his head in Bradley’s direction.

“So Mantis, what were you up to today?”, Penny asks, changing the subject.

“Oh, I was just out with a friend. Spent some time at the beach.”

“Do I know them?” Your dad asks. Shuffling in your seat, you decide to respond truthfully. It’s not like you were doing anything wrong. Bob is your friend after all. And that’s all he is.

“Actually you do, it was uh- it was Bob.” Rooster chokes on his water next to you while your dad raises his brow in surprise.

“I know you wanted to get to know him better, but since when are you friends?”

“Probably since she got drunk and he had to drive her home”, Amelia comments from behind her fork.

“Amelia”, Penny chastises her.

“When did you get drunk?” You roll your eyes at your dads questioning, since when did he care?

“That was last weekend when you and Rooster were off doing god knows what at your hangar.” Your dad looks more confused than ever. “Thanks for the invite by the way.” It’s not like you even care anymore about not being invited, but Rooster showing up has you a little on edge. You start absentmindedly tapping your foot under the table at the building tension.

“I’m sure you and Bob had more fun than we did”, Rooster pipes up from beside you. “We were just cleaning stuff out.”

“Oh shut up, you knew what you were doing. And why the hell are you even here right now?”, you turn to face him this time. It’s the first time you’re seeing the damage you inflicted on him, and just before the large purple bruise fills you with regret, you stare at the rest of Rooster’s face and it makes you want to hit him again.

“Mav invited me in, I didn’t come here to crash your dinner. I came over to talk to you, actually.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, as he glances across the table.

“And I told you that I didn’t want to talk. So if you came here to rid yourself of guilt, go ahead and apologize. But after what you did I am way past accepting it at this point.” You grit out in his direction.

“Ok, wait a second. Time out”, Maverick interrupts. “What the hell is going on?”

“Mav, yesterday after you left-” Rooster starts.

“Rooster, don’t”, you grit out.

“Things got a little heated and I said something-”

“Stop it”

“Why are you protecting me?”

“I’m not protecting you, I am protecting myself!”, you emphasize pointing a finger to your chest. “Because nobody else did! And what you said was humiliating and I’m not gonna stick around and hear you repeat it, just to embarrass me all over again!” The seat slides out from underneath you as you retreat from the table. Pushing the back screen door open you let it slam behind you as you begin to take in deep breaths. Deep, calming breaths like Bob showed you yesterday. You place your own hand against your chest to feel your heart beating. You’re still here. You’re ok.

The sound of the screen door opening distracts you for a moment, but you already know who it is without having to look. They stay silent, waiting for you to either invite them to talk or curse them out.

“Why did you say it?”, you ask, trying to keep your voice even. “Out of everything you could have brought up.”

“I’m sorry”, Rooster speaks to the ground. Head hung in shame. “It’s no excuse, but I was angry.” A cricket chirps in the distance. “And I knew it would hurt”, he confesses.

“When Hangman brought up your dad, I was up immediately after you. Either to hold you back or help you I’m not quite sure. You haven’t seen it, but I have always been on your team, Bradley.” Turning to face him, he brings his head up. “Why haven’t you been on mine?”

“I got your voicemail.” Your heart feels as if it’s been dropped off a cliff.

The last voicemail you sent to Bradley consisted of you begging him to call you back. You needed him more than anything in that moment, and you thought he might understand where you were coming from. You sobbed through your words and pleaded with him to pick up the phone.

“I called you back, but by then you must have blocked me or something because it didn’t go through. Then I called your landline and your- your mom picked up. I asked how you were, and she told me you were on top of the world, and your dad must have been so proud of you, because you were just accepted into the Naval Academy.” He breathes a shaky breath through his nose, trying not to get too upset by the memory.

“Is that why you’re mad at me? You thought I was begging you to call me back so I could brag to you?” He furrows his brow, confused as he nods a couple times. Scoffing, you shake your head. Your heart aches at how much pain your mother caused and continues to cause in every person’s life she touches. There are tears starting to form in your eyes, ones that you’re sure you can’t control no matter how hard you try.

“Bradley,” you gasp, “She kicked me out. I wasn’t calling to brag, I was calling to ask for help.” His brow twitches as he looks at you.

“What?” he breathes out.

“She found my acceptance letter and we had a fight. I was scared if I told my dad he would do to me what he did to you, so I never told him. I was living out of my car when I graduated high school, up until it was time to move into my dorm.” Hot tears start to fall down your cheeks, but you’re quick to wipe them away this time. They’re more out of frustration than sadness. “She canceled my phone plan, that’s why I never answered. Thank god the car was in my name. I would have been homeless.”

“Oh my god”, Bradley rasps as he runs his hand through his hair.

“This entire time, you really thought I would have rubbed it in your face?”

“I don’t know. It had been six years since I last saw you, I thought maybe you were angry enough.” He shrugs.

“I didn’t have enough energy to be angry then. I’m angry now.” It’s quiet again. The two of you absorbing the explanations that were long overdue.

“You’re right you know”, Bradley breaks the silence.

“What?”

“My mom would be disappointed in me.”

“She’s not the only one”, you mutter.

“She explained to me pretty early on what your situation was. Cause she wanted me to watch out for you.” He swallows and takes in a large breath, attempting not to get choked up. For a moment you feel for him. Talking about Carole gets you the same way. But you are not about to comfort a man that has done nothing but bring you down. “Before she died- she told me the same thing. She said, ‘Watch out for Bug, and she’ll do the same for you. The two of you need each other.’”. You flinch at his use of Carole’s nickname for you. “I’m so sorry-”

“Just shut up for one goddamn second and let me think about this.” His mouth closes as you start pacing around the backyard, head in your hands. “So instead of using that information to keep me from getting hurt, you turn around and stab me in the back with it? And not to even mention my dad, but you seemed to have made up with him so easily after what he did. I didn’t even do anything to you Bradley! I was a literal child and had no clue what he did until YEARS later.” You pause, letting the weight of your words do their job. “So from where I’m standing you had no right to be mad at me in the first place, and you had absolutely no right hurting me the way you did when you know for a fact you were told that piece of information in confidence.”

He doesn’t respond for a brief moment, and you know he knows you’re right.

“How can I fix this, make it right?” Scoffing, you throw out your arms in disbelief.

“You can’t. It was broken a long time ago, and you’ve pulverized any chance of me believing you could be the person I thought you were.” He whispers your name as you wipe away the tears that have started falling again.

“Rooster”, the two of you look up to find your dad standing at the back door with his arms crossed against his chest. He takes in your tears and his face softens as you look away, embarrassed. Looking back to Bradley he hardens his gaze again, “I think it’s time for you to go.”

“Mav, I-” Realizing he has no real explanation he stops before he even starts. Bradley rings his hands out as he follows the door your dad has propped open with his body. But right before entering the house, he turns to you one last time. “For what it’s worth, if I could go back, I wouldn’t have done it.” Whether it being yesterday, or leaving you behind all those years ago, you’re not sure. “I’m sorry.”

You wipe your face of the straggling tears that continue to fall as your dad walks Rooster through the house, and before too soon he’s back as he softly says your name from across the yard.

“I’m fine”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Which part?”, you bite. He crosses the yard to reach you, but as he lays a gentle hand on your arm you shrug him off. “When would I have had the time to tell you? I swear you’re always off doing something with Rooster, or preoccupied with your newest project at your hangar or- or on a date or whatever with Penny.”

“I’m gonna rip that kid a new one, I swear-” “It doesn’t even matter. Cause he’s still a kid to you, your kid. He left us and after how many years you forgave him like it was nothing. So sorry dad, but forgive me for not telling you how he left me to fend for myself again. Because after a little bit of sweet talking I’m sure he’ll be right back at the top of your list.” He’s calling out your name as you storm back into the house and into your room. Penny and Amelia are long gone as you pass the kitchen on your way to the stairs and you couldn’t be more grateful. You just hope they didn’t stick around to hear too much.

Today was a good day. Up until you had to come back down to reality.

It’s almost like a dream every time you’re with Bob, and then you come home. Back to where the prodigal son gets praised at every turn while you work and work to be the kid your dad always wanted. But he already exists, and he’s made your life a living hell.

You went so many years trying to forget about how everyone left you behind, and you tried to make a name for yourself. You were successful for a bit, but even at the top Rooster’s already there, and he’s got your dad wrapped around his finger.

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Goo Kim x Reader: The Fake Date Final

Hi everyone. Here is the final part of 'The Fake Date'. I am sad to see that it is finally finished, but I am glad with the way it ended. Thank you to everyone and anyone who has read even one sentence that I have wrote so far, I really appreciate it. If anyone would like me to write anything in particular for me to write next please let me know. But as it stands, here is the final chapters of 'The Fake Date'. I hope you enjoy!. :)

“I like Goo” You say out loud.

“I like Goo” You say out loud again, confirming your feelings. 

You then look at Gun, who has a slightly faded smile on his face. You can feel the small amount of pain he feels emanating from him and then you say a quiet ‘sorry’ because you feel guilty, so so guilty about all of this.

You now know that you’ve caused all of this. Every single thing that you’ve done has caused all this pain, all this hurt and you would do anything to change it. But it’s too late now to go back in time and do that, it’s happened and you just have to find a way to fix it.

So, while Gun and yourself are still in your dad’s office, you both sit quietly. You concocting a plan to undo all of this and Gun sitting patiently, waiting and then getting ready to listen to what you have to come up with. You finally hatch an idea. One that you think will have the best outcome on everyone's part.

“Well” You say to Gun.

“Well” Gun says back to you.

“I think I have an idea”

“Hopefully it’s nothing like the last one” Gun says back in a sarcastic manner, smiling while he says it. 

“Ha ha, very funny. But no it’s definitely not like the last one” You say back reassuringly. 

“Thank god for that. So what is it?.” Gun questions.

“Well, firstly, given the fact that it had you and Goo in it to begin with, I don’t want that to happen again. Unless you’re okay with it” You say back to Gun, awaiting his response. 

“Look, as much as last time was a complete fuck up for you, in your so called ‘plan’. I’m fine with helping you this time” Gun says.

“After all, contrary to popular belief, I do want to see you happy. And if that means being with Goo of all people, then I’ll help you” Gun finally says.

You look at Gun and smile with his words. But then what he has just said about Goo click and you start laughing. Gun then joins in and soon you are both laughing with one another.

“Thank you” You say after eventually calming yourself down. “Seriously, thank you” Gun nods at your response and you can’t help but feel like this is reminiscent of so called ‘old times’ you used to spend with him. The exception being that there is a lot more talking going on and he’s not just nodding this time around.

“So, what’s the plan?” Gun questions.

“Well, I was thinking that you could go over to his house and talk to him for a little while. Say it’s for work. Slip in a few questions about him and I…us and see how he reacts” You say back answering his question.

“Hmmm” Gun says back in retaliation to the plan. 

“Why the hmmm?” You ask.

“Well won’t that be a bit suspicious?” 

“Suspicious?. I mean slightly, but even then you could just say some bullshit like you always do and voila, case closed” You say back to him. 

Gun just looks at you with a questioning look. “You think I can just bullshit my way through a conversation?” He finally asks. 

“Yes, yes I do and you’re pretty good at it” You say back to him with a smile on your face and then again, you both burst into laughter. 

“So, what comes after the plan?” Gun asks.

“Well, that part I haven’t exactly figured out yet. But I was thinking that I would give him a week or so to cool down and then talk to him. And my father, about maybe…the possibility of a serious, well, relationship with Goo” Gun looks at you and then smiles back at your answer.

“Aww, getting all sappy now are we?” Gun says back mockingly.

“No” You say firmly “But you did ask didn’t you?. And well, after everything. Mostly with you making me admit that I have feelings for Goo, I actually don’t think it would be a bad thing if we gave things a go. That is if he doesn’t hate me for everything” 

Gun just smirks at what you’re saying. But you can tell he isn’t hurt, he is just genuinely happy that you and his well, rival, best friend in some weird way, whatever they are. You can tell he is just happy for you both and that makes you happy as well.

“So, when are you going to talk to your father about all of this?” Gun asks. 

“Now that, I’m not sure about. I’m also not sure how he will take it or how he will take the whole, you know” You stop talking and then Gun interjects. 

“Fake dating thing?” Gun says finishing your sentence for you.

“Yeah. The whole fake dating thing” You sigh at the end of it, with how much damage you have caused with this entire idea. God, how stupid you are. But you will put it right. You have to put it right in order to get Goo back.

Gun pulls you from your thoughts when he speaks and you almost jump with how startled you are by it. “Your father will be fine with everything, I mean he has to be. Wait, does he not even know that you and Goo ‘broke up’” All you can do is shake your head to his question.

“Well then, I really want to watch that conversation play out” Gun says with yet another smirk on his face. “Oh trust me, I would much rather you be there. But alas, you have a very touchy conversation with Goo to have. Well you are having that conversation on my behalf, but still” You say back, mimicking his sarcasm and adding a smirk onto your face for an extra touch.

Gun just looks at you, unimpressed. But you just look at Gun and mouth the words ‘thank you’ to him. You realize at that moment that neither of you want to breach the silence that has fallen upon the conversation. But it isn’t the type of silence that is awkward, it’s just comforting to you both at this minute. The silence that you both used to have. The silence you used to have before everything became such a mess and you’re glad it’s happening right now, because you know that with this silence again, that everything with you and Gun will be okay.

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It has been a couple of days since your conversation with Gun. Since then you have gotten your hair done to try to feel better and to help with your nerves, but it hasn’t worked in the slightest. But today is the day that you are going to tell your father about everything. Every. Single. Thing. 

You have tried to prepare yourself for the inevitable conversation. You’ve come up with so many different outcomes. You’ve come up with how the conversation will start and end. You’ve come up with how you’re even going to lead into the topic of everything, but each time it just makes you more nervous. 

You made sure a few days ago that your father would be free when you went to talk to him. But since then, you really have been trying to mentally prepare yourself, to no avail though. So as you’re walking down the hallway getting ready to enter his office, you freeze just outside the door and take one final deep breath in to attempt to calm your nerves and much like you figured it would, it has not helped.

“Hi dad” You say as you enter his office. 

“Hi” He says back in his firm but yet fatherly voice.

“So what is it that you wanted?” He asks. 

“Well, about that” You pause for a moment and he raises his eyebrows at you curiously.

“It’s about…well, there's a lot I want to talk to you about” You finally say and with that, you now have his full undivided attention on you.

“Go on” He says, making you more nervous.

“Okay. So you umm..well you remember that Goo and I were dating right?” 

“Yes” 

“Well, that wasn’t exactly true” You say to him while looking down at your hands fiddling with your fingers. 

“Go on” You eventually hear back.

“You know what, it’s a long story. It can wait for another time. Sorry to bother you” You say back to him, too nervous and scared to tell him that truth. But as you go to stand up, he stands first. You remain seated until he walks around his desk, takes a chair and pulls it over to where you are sat. Instinctively, you turn your chair towards him.

Then suddenly he smiles at you and takes your hands. You always forget that the man sitting in front of you is your father, since he is always so strict and firm with everyone else. But in every other term, he is your father. So now with this, you feel a lot more at ease with telling him. 

“Go on” He says to you.

“Well, the entire thing with Goo and I was fake. We never really dated, at all. It only came into fruition the night of your event actually. The truth is that I came up with this plan” You pause there, preparing yourself for what you’re about to say.

“Plan?” Your father eventually asks after a long, drawn out pause from you.

“Yes, a plan. The thing is that before that night, I had liked Gun for so many years. Too many now that I think about it. But he just intrigued me so much. So that night I asked Goo to have a conversation with me and in that conversation I told him the plan that I wanted to put into place. I told him that I wanted us to fake date in order to make Gun jealous” As you’ve just admitted all of this your father is sat in the other chair nodding and taking everything in. So given that it is going somewhat well in your eyes so far, you continue.

“So, that night Gun came into the room. Found Goo and I and because Goo is well…Goo, he decided to have a little fun and play along. So he told Gun that we had been going out for some time and then we kissed to prove it. The very next day, that is when we had our conversation. Then I went out, walked about for a little while and got trapped in the center of Seoul. Everything I said on the phone that night was true, apart from where I was staying” You inhale a deep breath but you can already tell that your father has figured out where this is going.

“You stayed at Goo’s house?” He asks. You nod in response. 

“Can I ask why you lied?” 

“Well, the truth is that I didn’t think it would be appropriate to show up at one of my friends' doors and ask to stay the night on such short notice, soaking wet, cold and not having anything to wear for the next day. So I guess, well I figured that since Goo was then the closest person to the area that I would walk to his apartment and hope to god that he would answer the door. And it’s also because I didn’t want to come home that night. I really just needed time to cool down and digest everything. I mean it was a small lie, a stupid plan and then you found out and reacted how you did. I just couldn’t be around it. I’m so sorry” You say.

Your father squeezes your hand in reassurance that he isn’t angry with you, not in the least. But you still feel so guilty for lying to him. 

“So, what happened after?” He questions you again.

“I went, knocked on his door and he was there. He let me in. I showered and he came back with some stuff for me. I mean he was really sweet in the entire thing. After that we drank some wine, had a conversation and then went to bed” 

“Is there more?” “A hell of a lot more, yes. The next day I called you, remember?” Your father nods in response. “Everything I said on the call was true. I did need some more space from you but I just lied about where I was. Then as the day went on everything was fine. But then Goo left to go do a job for you and he left a note. It had an ‘x’ at the bottom of it and he had this picture when we were at the theme park. I fell asleep that day and when he came back I woke up, we had this entire conversation about everything and it kinda ended in me kissing him and then the only thing I could say after that was ‘I’m going to bed’” You stop and try to catch your breath. It didn’t register how fast you were talking just then and with everything you just revealed to your father, you don’t want to stop there. So just as fast as you assume you stopped speaking, you start again. 

“After that, the next day he called Gun to come and get me. Gun brought me back and had a few words to say to me. They both were so pissed off at me about everything. So then 3 weeks went by, no texts, no calls, no communication whatsoever with any of them. Then 3 days ago now we had that meeting and everything kind of came to a head. I had a conversation with Goo and he flipped out on me because I really hurt him. Then he left. After that I had a conversation with Gun and I found out that my plan worked. But he made me realize that by that point, it wasn’t him that I liked, it was Goo. So now we have this entire other plan of him trying to talk to Goo and slip things in about me and that I have no idea on my end what to do. But I wanted to tell you. I wanted to be honest with you because I don’t want to mess up again. I really like Goo and I just don’t want to mess up” 

Now everything is out in the open. You have no clue how your father is going to react to your confession but you’re hoping he isn’t too mad at anyone involved. 

“That’s quite the story. One hell of a story actually. One that I didn’t expect. But I'm glad you told me. And if you’re wondering, I'm not mad at you” You look up after he says this and all of a sudden you feel your nausea fade away. You hadn’t registered just how ill you were feeling until this very moment. But then it had faded away and you felt better. 

Your father then stands up and puts the chair back in it’s place and then stands in front of you. A tell tale sign that he wants you to do the same and so you do. Suddenly, you are engulfed in a hug. And you hug him back just as tightly as he is hugging you.

“All I have to say is, thank you for telling me the truth. And if you do like Goo as much as I think you do, don’t fuck it up this time if you get another chance” With that being said and your father letting you go. You make a swift exit and go back to your room to decide on a plan of what’s to come. A plan that you’re hoping will work. 

__________

A few days after the conversation with your father, you have filled Gun in on the plan that you hope will go well and today is the day it will come into play. Still sticking to the original plan, Gun will go around and talk to Goo, throwing in a few questions about yourself in the process. Then Gun will ask Goo to a dinner to discuss what your father had said previously when all 3 of you had the meeting about 5 days ago and you will show up in his place. Hopefully everything will go well and then you can discuss everything with Goo, resulting in a happy ending.

But since this morning you have been frantically pacing about your room, thinking about everything. You have called Gun about 2 times already to make sure he’s aware of what he needs to do and both times he has responded with ‘I know the plan, don’t worry’. Now you’re onto texting him. But you haven’t received a reply back and that’s worrying you. 

20 minutes of pacing later you hear the signature *ding* of your phone. You run and grab it from your bed and it is a text from Gun. 

*I’ve just arrived. Don’t worry, everything will be fine, it's just like we went over. I’ll let you know how it goes.*

*Okay.* is the only thing you can respond with given how anxious you are. Now with that it’s just a waiting game to see how everything plays out.

_

“Well” Gun says, stepping into Goo’s apartment. “How has everything been”

“Amazing” Goo replies rather nastily. 

“As pleasant as always I can tell”

“Ha ha, very funny. Now just sit down so we can get this over and done with” Gun obliges to the somewhat command-like comment and sits.

“So, what did you want to go over?” Goo says with a still rather hateful tone in his voice and Gun can’t distinguish whether it’s from his presence or because of you.

“Firstly, why the dick attitude of yours?. I mean you’re always a dick, but amazingly enough, this is a whole other level” Gun asks curiously. 

“Oh fuck off, this is how I normally am. Can’t you tell?” Goo replies back, now even more aggravated.

“Mhm. So this little attitude of yours wouldn’t have anything to do with you know who?” Goo just scoffs.

“No it doesn’t have anything to do with her if you must know” 

“Right. So no bitter feeling, no pining for her, nothing of that sort going on right now?” Gun asks, attempting to make Goo more annoyed because he knows this is the best way to get answers out of him.

“Again. NO” Goo shouts the last part.

“Wow, touchy. But even in saying no, it’s a yes. Got it” 

“You know what, fuck off if you’re going to be like that”

“Be like what?” Gun replies, acting oblivious. 

“Oh I don’t know. Curious, nosey, intrusive or just sticking your nose somewhere it doesn’t belong” Goo retorts back.

“Right. So you are upset then. God I couldn’t tell” 

“Oh fuck off. I mean seriously, you would be too”

“Trust me, given what I’ve heard from her and the entire little plan that she concocted, yeah I’m pissed. But seriously the thing she did to you, that’s just laughable” Gun says tauntingly. 

“Right and you’ve hear everything” 

“That’s right” Gun replies back calmly. Goo turns around at this and raises his eyebrows, not needing to ask the question ‘seriously?’ for Gun to understand what he was going to say. So Gun just nods.

“Well then. Looks like you guys are happy again” 

“Were friends again if that’s what you mean” 

“Right…friends” Goo replies back, now getting agitated. 

“You seem bothered. Want to tell me why?” Gun says, provoking Goo even more. 

Then after a few seconds, Gun sees a glass flying towards his head and after that Goo goes in for a punch. They have a small scuffle on the floor for a good few minutes, both landing punches on one another until Goo finally stops and stands. Gun does the same and they both wipe themselves down before sitting on the sofa.

“This is bullshit” Goo says. “All of this is fucking bullshit” 

“Clarification?” Gun asks curiously.

“Her and me. Me and her. God, it’s bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit” 

“Aww so you are upset” Gun mocks. Goo just looks at him for a moment before taking in his surroundings and Gun assumes he doesn’t want to break his expensive furniture. 

“Look just fuck off, I’m not in the mood” Goo says back.

“Listen. I don’t really care all that much. But, for what it’s worth. She is sorry” Gun says as he stands up to leave. 

But as he walks towards the door and reaches for the handle Goo suddenly asks something.

“Really?” 

“Yeah”

“Also what happened to talking about the meeting?” Goo questions.

“We can go over it another time. Clearly, you’re not in the right headspace” And with that Gun leaves Goo’s apartment.

_

Another *ding* on your phone makes you jump as you have just sat down to think about everything for the millionth time. It’s from Gun again. Much like last time you open it at lightning speed.

*Half the plan worked. Very well actually. The other half, not so much*

*What do you mean by half?. What half.* You reply back.

*Dinner didn’t work out. I didn’t even ask. But he is pissed about you and everything you have done. Like seriously, a little provoking and we were having a small fight on the floor.*

*What?.*

*Seriously. He is pissed*

*Also, if you ask me again to go back over there, my answer is no. I am NOT putting up with him again. At least not until it’s necessary.* 

*Got it. Thank you for doing half of the plan though. But what should I do now?.* You ask.

*Talk to him.* 

And with that you are left bewildered. Goo doesn’t want to talk to you and from what Gun has just texted you he’s so pissed off that he’s willing to throw punches. 

A few hours of deliberating later and you still have no idea what to do. Clearly he’s annoyed and hurt and you're pretty sure you’re the last person he wants to see or even hear from right now. So you decide to leave it. Wait for everything to settle down and then you will try to talk to him.

__________

Another few weeks have passed. Now this marks almost a month of not speaking to Goo. Even now you’re still not sure what to do. Since the day that everything came to a head, you’ve seen him a handful of times. Always leaving your father’s office after a meeting and once in the kitchen making a coffee. You didn’t even attempt to talk to him and you’re sure he hadn’t even acknowledged your presence. 

Much like when you tried to put the plan into place with Gun, you continue to berate him about what you should do. It always ends with him saying ‘talk to him’. But you can’t bring yourself to do that.

Now after a few days since the last meeting and talking to your father about everything else that has happened. Your father has told you that Goo will be over in a few hours since he needs to speak to him again, this time on his own. You just replied with an ‘okay’ and told him that you’ll stay out their way. Mostly meaning Goo.

After the few hours are over with, you assume that everything is said and done and that Goo has left. So you go downstairs to find your father.

“DAD” You scream, waiting to hear a response back so you can go to it. But, nothing.

“DAD” You scream again, this time trying to be as loud as possible. But still, nothing. You’re about to scream a third time before you hear a voice shout from the kitchen. 

“He’s not here” 

It’s Goo. Wait, what is Goo doing here, he should be gone by now. You question to yourself. But nonetheless you go to the kitchen because you have a few questions. Such as ‘Where is my dad?’.

As you enter the kitchen. Sure enough, sat on a stool, you see Goo. You furrow your eyebrows questioningly and then walk towards him. 

“So, why are you here? I thought you left” You ask Goo, not expecting a reply.

“Your father. Said he was going away for a few hours. Gun’s out on a job and your father wanted someone to watch you” Goo replies, answering all your questions in one go. 

“Great” You reply back coldly. Then with that, the room falls silent again. So you go and make yourself a coffee while you're here. You grab the kettle, fill it up, place it back down and click it so it starts to boil. Then you turn around, fold your arms across your chest and lean against the counter, just staring at Goo.

Suddenly, Goo looks up and straight at you. Making you freeze for a moment. But then he climbs off his stool and starts walking over to you. All of a sudden your eyes grow wide and you feel your heartbeat quicken in pace. 

Then in a swift flash, Goo is stood in front of you. He then reaches towards you and instinctively you close your eyes. Then suddenly you hear a cupboard door open and some sort of plate being taken out. You open your eyes again and Goo is leaning over you with a bowl in hand. Suddenly he looks down at you and speaks.

“Can you move, I need a spoon” 

You blink for a moment before moving and now you’re trying to hold your tongue. But you can’t for much longer after he grabs a spoon and heads back.

“Seriously, are you still this pissed off?” You ask him annoyed.

“Annoyed?. Annoyed about what?.” Goo asks unbothered.

“Seriously?” You question.

“Yes, seriously” 

“You really are such a dick, you know that right?”

“Oh, so I’m a dick now?” Goo replies back angrily.

“Yes. I mean seriously. I let you cool down, I didn’t talk to you given the circumstances and the only words that you say to me is first why my dad left and then you say ‘can you move, I need a spoon’. I mean what the fuck, really?” You say back, now getting angry yourself.

“Oh I’m every so very sorry princess” Goo says back tauntingly.

“You know how much I hate that nickname, so stop fucking using it” 

By this point you don’t notice that Goo has put down the bowl and spoon. You also don’t conceive the fact that you have slowly been moving closer to Goo, who is just standing round at the opposite side of the counter. And within a few seconds you are face to face screaming at one another.

This goes on for a few minutes before you eventually just scream out something that halts Goo in his tracks.

“At least I wasn't fighting with Gun because I couldn’t handle how hurt or even jealous I was” All of a sudden, silence. You both look at each other and then you step back and look down. You feel bad that you’ve just admitted to knowing about what Gun and Goo had talked about. But you also just crossed a line by assuming things. 

“How do you know about that?” Goo asks. 

“Who do you think, Gun told me. I kinda asked him to tell me what you talked about if I came up in conversation” There’s a long pause before either of you speak again, but just as you do there’s a click. It’s the front door.

“Anyone here?” It’s Gun who’s just arrived. 

“In here” Goo shouts back.

Once Gun walks into the kitchen and sees both you and Goo almost face to face he smirks and then asks rather snarkily “Lovers quarrel?” with a smirk on his face. With that you look at both of them, completely ignoring the fact that you wanted coffee and head back up to your room. You then hear the door slam and an engine start. You can tell it’s Goo’s car and then it fades away as it grows silent again. 

About 10 minutes later footsteps come up the stairs and then there is a knock at your door. Begrudgingly you answer it and it’s Gun.

“What do you want?” You ask annoyed.

“Sorry” Gun says. You sigh at this and let him in, he just goes and sits on the bed. 

“It’s fine, I just overreacted a little” 

“I mean yes, you did. But what was that, with you and Goo?” 

“We had an argument”

“Oh. So you’re talking now” 

“No. Definitely not talking”

“Okay, sure. Anyways, I'm not staying here” “But what about my dad?” You ask.

“Just tell him that Goo left a couple of minutes before he got back” Gun retorts.

“Sure thing” 

Then with that Gun leaves and you hear a click from the front door locking and another car engine starts and you hear it slowly fade. Then you’re alone. You think about everything that has just happened and how much it has hurt you. *Ding*. You pick up your phone assuming that it is Gun who is texting you until you read the name. *Piss head*. It’s Goo. You open the text quickly and read it.

*Sorry for the argument. Can you come to my apartment tomorrow, we need to talk* 

Now your head is really spinning.

*Sure* 

Is your reply and then you prepare yourself for tomorrow.

__________

You could barely sleep last night because you were thinking about the text from Goo. Your anxiety crept up on you when you were about to go to sleep then suddenly all you thought about was Goo. What does he want?. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?. God, even now you’re a nervous wreck thinking about it. But you leave at 2pm and your Gun will drive you.

You told your dad about everything when he got in and he nodded along as you were telling him. But when he walked into his office you saw a smile set across his face. Clearly he’s happy for you but doesn’t want to admit it. 

You check the time quickly to see how long you have until you get picked up by Gun. Suddenly you realize you overslept and it’s 1pm. Where did the time go and why didn’t you hear your alarms is all you ask yourself before you’re rushing to find an outfit and shower.

After showering and doing all the necessary things like brushing your teeth and hair, putting on your clothes. You check the time again and suddenly you hear a car horn. 1:49pm. That will be Gun. You got ready just in time you think and now you’re off to go and see Goo.

You walk outside and get in Gun’s car. Clipping in your seatbelt as soon as you sit down, then the anxiety wears away and the nausea hits. You really wish you had taken some sort of pain meds before you left. Maybe they would have dulled down the ill feeling in your stomach.

“You good?” Gun asks. 

“I feel like I’m going to throw up” You say back to him. He leans over, opens the glove compartment and then there is some medication. You look at him, smile and then reach for the medication. Popping out 2 pills while Gun hands you his half drunk bottle of water, but you don’t care. You just want to take these and hope everything goes well. 

“So, nervous I take it” 

“How could you tell?” You ask back sarcastically.

“Oh you know, this and that” 

“Ha ha” You respond back. Then there's a jolt and suddenly you recognize that Gun has started driving. 

“Do you by any chance know what he wants?” You ask Gun, hoping for a best case scenario where he knows everything. 

“Not a single idea” 

“God. Why couldn’t you know something” You almost whine this out. 

“Just have to go in blind”

“You know I hate not having even a slight inkling into what’s about to occur. So frankly, this is my worst nightmare playing out” 

“Such a shame. I would pity you if it wasn’t slightly funny” Gun says back now stifling back laughter. 

“Such an ass” You retort back and that makes Gun laugh. 

The drive isn’t long but it is silent after you almost threw up after going over a speed bump. Then you arrive at Goo’s apartment. You let out a deep sight before looking over at Gun and giving him a not then getting out. Closing the door behind you, you look up and feel the irony in the situation. 

You wait for Gun to leave and then walk towards the entrance. Once you’re in the lobby you make your way to the elevator and step inside. You remember the floor number this time, press it and wait as it slowly climbs up the floors. It’s so slow that it’s almost painful as it climbs up. Then it stops and the doors open. 

You let out another sigh before exiting the elevator and walking to Goo’s door. You wait for a minute before you ask yourself again why you’re here or what are you doing. But you can’t be bothered to fight it anymore and give in. Recognising you’re already here, you know you can’t turn back and so you knock on Goo’s door and wait for an answer.

Suddenly the door opens and Goo appears in front. He moves out the way and motion with his hand to come in and sure enough you walk in. 

“Sorry” He says.

“About what?” You ask.

“About yesterday” 

“Just about yesterday?” You ask him.

“No, not just about yesterday” You just nod as he talks. 

“Well at least you’re speaking to me now” 

“I could say the same thing about you” Goo says back.

“Well, I thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me”

“And why is that?” Goo questions. 

“I mean, given everything, I think you understand why” Goo nods as you say this but then you see a smile come across his face. 

“I you really want to know, I’m glad we’re talking again”

“Me too” 

You both sit for an hour or two talking about this and that, but you know sooner or later that you will have to have a serious talk about what really happened between you both. But before that Goo gets up and asks if you want a pizza and you nod vigorously and say yes.

It’s about 6pm by the time the pizza gets there and you both stop talking to eat. You get the plates and Goo brings out wine again. Then you start to reminisce on the night that Goo said ‘what if i’ve never hated you’ and then you look at him for a moment, happy and content, pouring out wine for you both with an ordered in pizza sat in front of you both. 

You place the plates down. Take your seat and then Goo hands you the wine. You think before taking a sip and then place it down, thinking about the conversations to come and you want to be sober for it. You both eat and drink and then after it’s finished, you take the plate and clean them while Goo dries the dishes. You aren’t saying a word to one another, you aren’t even looking at each other, but yet you can tell that both of you feel so content.

And so once everything is done and before you sit back down on the sofa you tell Goo that you have to make a call or 2. The first person you call is your father, telling him that you won’t be back tonight and that you’re planning on staying over at Goo’s talking. He doesn’t like the idea, but he’s not going to stop you, after being so truthful to him this past week. Then you call Gun, explaining the situation and trying to be questioned so much by him. But even through the phone you can feel the ever growing smirk on his face and then you hang up and everything is dealt with. 

Then again, you start to reminisce on how similar this is to how you first got to talking. The phone calls you made, staying overnight, having wine and then having conversations that turned into something so deep that not even you, yourself imagined it would. At least not with Goo. But here you are again, you think to yourself. Back in the same position, just without the storm and wet clothes. 

You go over and sit back down beside Goo. Letting out another sigh before you have to face the music and the conversations that will happen. But first you feel like you should let him know that you may or may not have told both your father and Gun that you will more than likely stay over tonight without mentioning it to the apartment's owner.

“ Goo” You say.

“What’s up” 

“Do you mind if I stay tonight?” 

“Why?” 

“Well, I kind of canceled my ride and told my dad I would be staying over here because we do have a lot to talk about” You answer back.

“That is true. So, are we going to get started on the talks or are we just going to keep tiptoeing around it?” Goo asks suddenly. 

“Well, let’s start” You say back to him.

“Great” He says. 

“So. Why the shouting match yesterday and how did you get Gun to tell you about the conversation and fight that he and I had?” 

“The shouting match was because you were a dick. A month of no conversation and then tell me to move because you need a spoon. I mean seriously Goo a SPOON?” You say rather annoyedly. 

“But as for how I found out about the conversation, I may have set up another plan with Gun this time to try and get you to talk to me again..” 

“You did what?” Goo asks surprised.

“Yeah..I asked him if he would come over here and talk about the meeting we had a few weeks back. Then I asked him if maybe, just maybe he could slip in a few questions about me and see how that goes. But I swear all he told me was that you were annoyed and jealous and all you went on about was me, then there was a fight and overall from what I gathered, it was a mess” “Well you’re right about that. It was a complete mess” 

“Yeah. I figured as much” You say, laughing slightly. 

“But as for everything else. It’s also true what he said. I mean I was so pissed off about everything, but mainly about you that even when he came in here I had an attitude on me” Goo says. 

“Well. That’s slightly comforting to know. But still I absolutely hate myself for what happened between us. Well between all 3 of us. But mainly you and I” You say suddenly. Goo then looks at you for a moment before seeing that you are telling the truth.

“Really?” He asks, almost unsure what to think.

“Yes really. I regret that entire plan of making Gun jealous. I regret how I put you two against one another and I regret hurting you in the process of my own selfish actions” 

“Good to hear. But what about what you said in the kitchen that day that we talked, the day of the meeting?” Goo asks.

“Well truth be told I still stand by exactly what I said. I’m glad everything happened like that between us, but at the time I wasn’t entirely sure why until I had a conversation with Gun after you left” 

“And what conversation would that be?” Goo asks curiously.

“Well I told him about everything. The fake dating plan. Me wanting to go out with him, blah, blah, blah. You know the deal by now. But what really got me was when I said I liked Gun and Gun pointed that out. Going on to say a little monologue about how he did see me as a potential partner, this and that and then he said that I don’t feel the same way anymore because he was a complete dick” At this Goo tilts his head curious as to what you mean. 

“What I mean is that he pointed out that I didn’t like him and I hadn’t liked him since coming back from this apartment. Your apartment” You say to Goo. He goes silent for a moment and then the pieces click in his head. 

“Hold on. Let me get this straight. You mean to say that you liked Gun for years and once you actually got him jealous and he started becoming a dick, you didn’t like him anymore” Goo asks almost as a confirmation. 

“Yes” You say.

“Then once I called Gun to pick you up and drag you back, even after everything that happened. You didn’t like him anymore?” 

“Yes” You say again. 

“And what’s more is that you and Gun had a conversation where you said you liked him and he pointed it out and then what?. You realized that it was..” Goo stops before continuing, not wanting to be wrong in what he is assuming. 

“Yes. At that moment when I said that to Gun and he pointed it out saying a few certain things, it clicked. It clicked to me why I said that I was going to bed instead of kissing you again and again or even staying up and talking until the sun came up. It’s because I like you Goo and don’t ask me why because I don’t know. I have absolutely no clue. But yes. I like you” You finally say. Confirming everything that Goo was thinking. Or at least you're hoping so.

Goo stops for what feels like a few hours and then he just looks at you, until he breaks his eye contact. Then he looks at the glass of wine and drinks it all down in one. You’re trying not to smile at this because it’s so funny it's almost comedic. But then after only a minute he speaks. 

“I’m so sorry i’ve been such a fucking dick. You were right. This entire time I have been a dick and what’s more I hate myself for it. But Gun was also right in saying that I was jealous when he came here that day. That’s why I started a fight with him because I thought that he would win you over and I just didn’t want to see that happen. But at the same time I didn’t want to talk to you because I was pissed. So fucking pissed. But now…” Goo just stops speaking and looks at you. Smiling from ear to ear like an idiot. All you can do though is do the exact same thing back and then the laughter happens. 

You both laugh for 15 minutes. You’re crying from it and Goo is doubled over holding his stomach from it cramping up from laughing so hard and then you eventually stop and wait for Goo to do the same. After he does stop laughing, you both just look at each other and then Goo stands up. You do the same, except you move towards him and once you’re close enough to him, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him. 

He hugs you back and you stay like that for a good few minutes. Neither of you wanting to be the first to let go. But then Goo is the first one to break the connection, but in the best way possible. He cups your cheeks and kisses you and you kiss him back. You pull away and kiss each other again and again. Eventually you get slightly tired and so by that point you break away from him and say. 

“I’m tired right now. So I’m going to go to bed” With that being said you both burst into laughter at how stupid you both are. All these plans and misunderstanding and yet with a simple conversation, everything was solved. 

Goo runs up to his bedroom and brings down a shirt and sweatpants for you to wear and you go and get changed. When you come out of the bathroom he is lying on the sofa the exact same way he was when you first slept over that one fateful night. And so you crawl into his arms and he throws the blanket over you. Kissing you on the back of the neck goodnight. 

You wake up the next morning happy as can be. Then before you know it one night turns into two, two turns into three and three turns into a week. Until four months later you have a few boxes left to move that Gun is helping you with. Then you will officially have moved into Goo’s apartment. 

“Well looks like you’re moving in” Goo says sarcastically. 

“Wasn’t that always the plan?” You say sarcastically back to Goo, with a smile on your face. 

“I guess it might have been” Goo says, moving over to you and hugging you as you put the last box down. You smile up at Goo and then see that he is dangling something in his hand.

“Your house keys princess” Go says with a smirk on his face. Meanwhile you know you look unimpressed with that nickname. But it has grown on you over these past few months. 

“Great” You say. “I’ll be taking those '' As you take the keys out of Goo’s hand. You look up at him after taking them and smile again. Goo then leans down and kisses you and you kiss him back. 

“I love you” Goo says to you.

“I love you too” You say back to Goo.

[almostgigi]

Keep Breathing | s.h x reader

I absolutely love Steve, but I never write about him, except for this time. Consider this a gift to your heart if you might, a spur to further projects.

WC: 2k

For the way that he was acting towards me I could sense that he was not okay. The days went by and he was more shut down with me. Got me wondering what could have I done to make him be like that. In my defense, if you knew this guy the way I did, you’d know that Steve “I’m fine” Harrington was a big fat liar. He refused to talk about his feelings or whatever shit he was going through, like a skilled ninja he would avoid the topic every time.

To me, he was my everything, not just a friend, but the best one. That person who would stand up for me whenever I needed or fight for me or just listen to me. He was a good listener, every time I called him because I felt sad he would waste no time and appear in my doorstep with my favorite chocolate. Spend the night holding me and cleaning my face when my make up would smudge. Reassure me until I stopped crying and kiss my forehead when I was ready to sleep, just to caress my face and hair and hum my favorite song so the vibration of his chest would calm me down.

But he needs me now, and I don’t know how to approach him without being too obvious about it. It’s been a year since Hawkins was destroyed and almost a year since I know him. He became such an important part of my life, a person I would die for, no pun intended. For all the times he was there for me, I wanted to be there for him now, I just had to find the perfect moment to ask. Today we were hanging out, watching a movie. It was really boring and I was not paying attention to it and neither was he. I was too deep in my thoughts.

“¿what is going on in that pretty head of yours today?” he was holding me against his chest to make sure I was comfortable. Both on the couch, with our feet on the little table in front of it.

“nothing, it’s...nothing” I looked at him, he gave me his best confused look. “I mean it, it’s nothing” my hand resting importance at the topic.

“hurts me that you think I’m that stupid” arm leaving the side of my hip where it was resting before. “I know you’re worried but I happen to be a little tired as to investigate right now so I would like you to just tell me straight away, if you trust me, obviously”

I was a nervous wreck and his eyes never leaving mine weren’t helping. It’s no surprise to me at this point to feel like this since I know how nice he made my heart feel. I kinda notice this the night I called him because I had a nightmare and I was too scared to sleep alone so he drove to my place and slept with me while holding me. Later on I knew he fought with his parents that night before I called, but he came anyways, he choose to be with me, and care for me, and I thought that was the sweetest thing no one ever did for me. I had fallen for him. But his heart did not beat for me.

“you’re gonna get mad at me” he will, I know it. Every time I would talk about it, and they were just a few because I hated when he was mad, he would change around me and be distant. That treatment killed me.

“honey, I can’t be mad at you. I won’t, what is it? C’mon” he adjusted himself in the couch to face me and held my hand.

“I-I know you haven’t been very well lately, I wish you would talk to me” the grip of his hand in mine became more loose.

“I do talk to you, like, all the time” I know he’s playing dumb, but I’m being totally serious this time.

“that’s not what I mean, and you know it. I know everything you went through was overwhelming but I haven’t heard you talk about it once” I was actually begging for him to break down and I was hoping he did it with me, cause I wasn’t gonna let go of him any time soon.

“maybe that’s because I don’t want to talk, it’s not something I hold against you, I actually wish I could do what you want me to do but I can’t” don’t know why but his confession did not make me flinch even once, like I said, I knew he was tired of everything, it wasn’t new to me. I just needed him to be able to move on, to grow out of it. I stayed quiet for a while after that. Both still seated in the couch like before. Our breathing could be heard from miles away.

“I’ll go to sleep” I said as I stand up and let go of his hand. The situation was cold and I couldn’t keep being there if he was gonna be like that. I went to my room and got under the covers of my bed as it’s was cold in there. Not long after that I hear Steve’s steps coming closer.

“are you really mad at me right now?” his tone was demanding, but also worried. We would hate to be mad at each other. I did not respond. “c’mon pretty, you know I can’t stand being like this with you” it killed me to hear him like that, but my pride was bigger. He sighed. “please, just talk to me” ironic he’s the one asking for that now. I remained silence. Not like I didn’t want to talk, but something inside me was keeping me from it. “I seriously can’t believe you’re this mad for something that is not even that important. Like.. what do you want me to say?” his hands flew to his face, covering it in frustration. He started pacing around not knowing what to do. “ugh, I just.. you know how hard everything has been for me.. how much shit I took there. But I don’t know what you expect from me” he was being mean, but those words came from anger. Still hurt tho. “you’re just goin’ to ignore me? You asked for this, you should be listening”

“I am listening, Steve, but you’re being mean and I don’t want to take that now” I wanted to add – because I love you – but it’s not the right moment to do that.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I being too mean to the princess right now?” his tone being cocky while making fun of me was something I never wanted to experience. But to be honest, I never really thought about it before, it just wasn’t real to me. “you wanna know what’s mean? You really wanna know?” my eyes went to him moving around, brows almost together from frowning. I could feel the tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes. “mean is what those Russian men did to me, beat the shit out of me for no reason. Mean is being almost strangled to death by some weird ass animals” he was talking. I observed him with caution, his eyes wide open, his expression tired. “do you know the consequences of any of that?” he started taking his shirt off “I have this fucking mark on my neck forever, and this scar in my tummy, and every time I see it I remember it all” his breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. His chest was moving too fast as I look intensely to his scars, analysing deeply. He never showed them to me before, so this is shocking to see. “but this is not yet the meanest thing at all” his voice was almost like a scream. “the meanest thing is that nobody cares, not my so called friends, nor my parents. My parents.. they-” he choked on what seemed to be the beginnings of a cry. I stood up slowly from the bed, looking into his eyes, not leaving them for a second. Stand right in front of him. He was trying really hard to restraint the tears while breathing slow. “why does nobody love me?” he asked, and right there I could see it, he was about to break down.

“that’s not true” I say calmly, reassuring him as he needs. He lifts his head and stares at me.

“yes, it is. I haven’t heard of my friends for over a year. We went through the most traumatic experience of our lives and they don’t care” sobbing like crazy, he couldn’t handle it for much longer. “did you know last time mom and I talk without screaming I was 14? And don’t get started on my dad, cause that man hasn’t love his kid since he was born” the tears are no longer able to stay in. “am I that hard to love?”

“NO!” I answer immediately. “you’re not, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. No one ever has cared for me like you do, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me” and that was true, he needed the words. And almost instantly he starts to cry, and I wonder why the best people have to suffer this much.

I don’t wait any longer and put my arms around his neck, but it’s too tall for me. When he realizes that I’m holding him, he puts his arms around my back, pressing me really tight against his body. But like I said before, it’s too tall for me and finally, after a bad move, we both fall on the bed. His weight all over me makes me hiss in his ear and he turns to see me. His face all red and his eyes full of tears.

“did I-did I hurt you?” he asks. Even when he was the main character of the situation he had to make it about me, cause that is who he is. Always caring about others before him.

“no baby, I’m fine” and for some reason me calling him that made him cry even more. His head went straight to my chest, resting there while he cried so loud.

“I’m s-sorry, this is so embarrassing. But I-I can’t anymore” his breathing was a mess and hearing how hurt he was, all the time he needed to release the pain. It was hurting me too.

“don’t even dare to apologize to me or anyone for crying, it’s a normal thing, and even if you don’t do it never you have the right to do it and it shouldn’t be embarrassing” I said while rubbing his back. He kept crying and holding me strongly. “shh, it’s okay”

“it’s n-not fair” he sobbed. And he’s right. Nothing in his life is fair, always trying to be the perfect child, the perfect friend, the perfect man. And all of that for what? For people to not validate him? I can understand what is like to work so hard on yourself just to feel like nothing really matters anymore at the end. “I wanted to be strong, for you”.

My heart sinks in my chest. My head can’t stop spinning. “You don’t need to be strong for me, baby. You need to be strong for you, but sometimes feelings like this are allowed, you’re allowed to release the pain in order to move on” my hand, that was stroking his back, moves to his hair and I start to put my fingers in between his locks. “just because you take care of everyone doesn’t mean you can’t be sensitive sometimes” he places one of his hands in my chest to accommodate himself, very close to my neck. “plus, you have me, always. If you need comfort, or support I’ll be here. You know I’m yours...” fuck “your s-s-”

“I know” he replied “I’m yours too” shitshitshit. That sounded so sleepy. We stayed in the same position without saying anything for a while more until I felt him fall asleep. I kept his last words in my head for the entire night, thinking if he meant them in the same way I did. Finally I fell asleep too.

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Song prompt: Close Behind by Noah Kahan

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Sorry this took so long! I didn’t have an idea I liked enough for it, and then I recently got re-obsessed with this show, re-read my longfic, and suddenly had an idea :) It’s sad I hope that’s what you were hoping for :) Hope you enjoy!

Tw: mention of a suicide attempt.

This is sorta vaguely in my All Too Well series, but it should make sense even if you haven’t read it. When I eventually move this over to ao3 I probably won’t make it part of the official series, mostly cause I was too lazy to check my own continuity, but it’s definitely inspired by that series’s specific brand of canon divergence.

Tagging @felicitysmoaksx by request :)

“So you know I worry that you’re all I have to lose”

“I live my life in years to come to prepare myself for sorrow”

“I should change this way of thinking, that all my fears are facts of life”

—Close Behind by Noah Kahan

“Bobby always thought he wasn’t good enough, always thought he’d be forever on the outside, always thought Luke, Reggie, and Alex would wake up one day and decide they wanted to go back to just having each other and didn’t need Bobby anymore, and technically, in a twisted morbid sort of way, he was right.”

—i might be okay but i’m not fine at all

***

They have a band meeting.

Luke holds Julie’s hand, because he can, and stands before his boys (come on, Luke, two out of three of his boys) and says, “I wanna fix things with Bobby.”

Alex and Reggie look at each other, and then at him. Reggie says, “Okay, man! Whatever you need.”

Alex says, “Just, you know. Be careful about it, okay?”

Luke bounces a little on his toes, trying to redirect the anxious energy buzzing underneath his skin. He looks at Julie, who gives his hand a comforting squeeze, and then back at Alex and Reggie. “I need to stop jumping to conclusions. I don’t want to get back at him. I don’t want revenge. I just… I wanna understand what happened. Will you guys help me decide what to say?”

They settle around Julie’s dining room table with some snacks courtesy of Mr. Molina and a place set for Julie’s mom, as a sign of good luck. Julie pulls up Trevor Wilson’s Wikipedia page, and they get started.

The beginning is laughingly low in detail. Trevor Wilson was born in New York. Trevor Wilson relocated to Los Angeles at age 18. Trevor Wilson was discovered at an open mic at Ridley’s Bar on July 22, 1998.

“That’s—” Reggie starts to say.

“Yep!” Luke interrupts, hands gripping the edge of the table. “Keep going, Julie!”

“Despite not being native to the city,” Julie reads, “Wilson became a household name among Angelinos in the music industry as soon as his self-titled debut album was released in September ’98.”

“And that would be…”

“Our self-titled debut album,” Alex fills in, patting Reggie’s hand. “We know, Reg.”

Luke puts his head in his hands and lets out a long, muffled groan.

“It’s okay, hey, we knew this part already!” Julie rubs Luke’s arm comfortingly. “Do you wanna keep going?”

“No,” Luke says into his hands. “…Yes.”

He sighs and drops his hands back into his lap, just in time to see Julie, Alex, and Reggie exchange a look. Like they’re worried about him.

Maybe they should be.

Julie takes a breath and looks back at her phone. “His album got a bunch of hits. His second one… didn’t. He, um… oh, god, I remember this, I was like five or six and Trevor had this crazy mental breakdown on live TV. He, like, threw a desk and cried a bunch. Says here he chugged a whole bottle of tequila and told a reporter he just wanted to be loved.”

“Oh, wow,” Reggie says.

“Jeeeeez,” Alex murmurs.

Luke stares at Julie’s phone like it holds all the secrets of the universe. “Bobby got drunk?”

“Next couple paragraphs are all about his history with alcoholism,” Julie reports with a sympathetic wince. “And then he went into rehab in 2010, I remember that too, my mom told Carrie and me he was on a ‘business trip,’ but it was, like, all over the news.”

“Damn,” Alex says under his breath.

Reggie pouts. “Poor Bobby.”

Luke feels like there’s an ice cube steadily tracing a path through his bloodstream. “He, uh. Really had it rough, didn’t he?”

Julie reaches over to take his hand, but her eyes don’t stop scanning down her phone screen. A few scrolls later, and her face goes sickly pale.

Luke’s heart skips a beat. “Julie? What’s wrong?”

She clicks her phone off and lays it face down on the table. “Nothing!” she says in her high-pitched lying voice. “I think we’ve seen enough, don’t you? Trevor lost you guys, and obviously was going through it for a while, and no matter why he stole your songs, clearly he felt pretty guilty about it, so I think that’s a good enough start for a reconciliation! How about you start by apologizing for haunting him—”

“Julie,” Luke interrupts, unable to unsee that look on her face. “What’d the rest of that page say?”

She takes a deep breath, shifting in her seat, and looks all three of them in the eye in turn, hand still clutching Luke’s. And then she says, “A few years ago, right when Carrie and I stopped being friends… Trevor Wilson tried to kill himself.”

Luke makes a sound like all the air has been punched out of him. He closes his eyes, and the blackness, paired with the ringing in his ears, makes his friends around him seem to disappear.

Makes the world seem to disappear, leaving Luke with nothing but himself, and his memories of a Bobby who doesn’t exist anymore, and the painful truth of the life Trevor lived.

The songs don’t matter, in light of this, do they? The music doesn’t matter, the legacy doesn’t matter.

What matters is that they messed up. They assumed the worst, never bothered to get all the facts, haunted a man who’d been chased by ghosts his whole miserable life.

They may have lost the music of Sunset Curve. But Bobby lost them.

“So, uh.” Alex’s voice brings Luke’s focus back. He opens his eyes and realizes they’re all holding hands now, him and Julie and Alex and Reggie, one big band circle. One big family. Alex squeezes his hand. “We’re all gonna go apologize to Trevor now, right?”

“We have to,” Reggie adds. “His life has been so… sad.”

“Well, not anymore,” Luke promises. “He didn’t lose us, guys. All that sad stuff his brain told him— it was wrong. He is loved. And he’s not alone.”

Reggie nods. Julie smiles. Alex says, “Course he’s not alone. He’s getting us back.”

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Miguel x Rogue Spider-Woman

Summary: (haven’t come up with a clever way to sum up what I’m working on but it’s basically a Miguel x Villain story)

Word count: 1.2k

Chapter 3

Miguel stormed into the room Rogue was being kept in and slammed both his hands on the glass as he looked down at her. She was laying down so comfortably on the floor as if she was away somewhere on vacation, without a worry or care in the world. Of course this only infuriated Miguel more.

“Did you let yourself get caught?” He huffed out. Man, if looks could kill…

“Excuse me?” Rogue lifted her head slightly to look straight at him.

“Did you let yourself get caught?!” Miguel practically roared in anger, not having it in him to beat around the bush. Rogue just scoffed.

“I'll have you know.. I had a whole box of donuts before our little ‘fight’ so I wasn't feeling so good.. but I did like when you had your hand around my throat” Miguel let out a huff at her answer. He didn't know whether to believe her or not. He knew she liked donuts because that's the main thing she would eat at the society, so that kind of made sense, but he still had doubts.

“Are you doubting yourself? Wow..” Rogue sat up while keeping her eyes on him, “I made the Miguel O’hara doubt himself?? What an honor. I've never seen that before”

And neither had Miguel. He's never doubted his abilities before. Maybe he was overthinking it. He's been so caught up with all these new villains and anomalies and capturing Rogue that he's barely had time to rest. He's had a total of about 15 minutes of sleep in the last 3 days. That also explains his extremely short temper. Miguel groaned softly as he rubbed his face with his hands, slowly walking over to the sad couch in the room and sitting down, resting his elbows on his thighs and his hands on his face.

“You okay?”

Miguel slowly dragged his hands down his face again and looked up to see Rogue standing close to him in the cell. Her voice was as soft as clouds and for a moment Miguel thought he heard sincerity in her words. He huffed out a tired laugh and leaned back into the couch while manspreading.

“Is this the intel you're gathering?” Miguel's husky voice showed his exhaustion, and unbeknownst to him caused goosebumps to form on Rogue's skin under her suit.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck…” Rogue said softly as she gently bumped her forehead against the glass, dangling her arms down as she looked at Miguel. She could swear Miguel knew how fine he was. And if he didn't she would definitely let him know. Miguel raised a brow at her in confusion.

“I'm conflicted,” she said as she stood up straight again.

“By…?” Miguel asked as he leaned his head to the side slightly. If he was being honest, sitting on this couch right now was making him feel so sleepy he could just happily pass out.

“By the fact that I would genuinely get on my knees right now and do whatever it is you told me to do because holy fuck you're so hot”

Miguel was used to her running her mouth and saying the first thing she thought of without any shame. She used to say a few things like that when she was part of the society. Miguel didn't think anything of it because she was always like that, she's always been that way.

Then Miguel wondered something.. even if only for a second… Would she really do anything for him? Just like that? He blamed his exhaustion for thinking about it, but if she didn't answer his questions, maybe…

“You're thinking about it, huh?” Miguel couldn't see her face but he could practically hear the smirk she had on it. He scoffed and leaned his head back on the couch, ironically making him look 10 times hotter.

“Aw c'mon. When was the last time you had some fun?” Miguel let out a sigh and let his eyes flutter closed.

“When was the last time you had some sleep? Jesus… I can see the dark circles from here” Miguel said nothing. He just shushed her and slowly moved his body to lay down on the couch, resting his head against the comfy pillow. He put one of his hands behind his head and the other slightly dangled off the couch.

“Wait.. do I not get a bed?” Rogue asked, but that question vanished in the air between them when she heard him snoring.

“Great.” she sighed softly and stood there, looking around the cell, thinking. Then she came up with something. She shot her webs, which were biolicial webs and not from web shooters, and made a makeshift hammock. She jumped in it and laid down, testing it out to see if it was comfortable enough. It was definitely more comfortable than the floor, that's for sure.

Rogue turned her head to look over at the sleeping Miguel on the couch. She was gonna keep bugging him but seeing him like that, I mean he looks like total shit. And she wasn't an asshole either. She could see he needed the rest and relaxation after his victory; catching Rogue.

As she looked at his sleeping face she sighed softly again. She just stayed there, almost admiring him. This was the first time she had seen him so relaxed, so at peace, so content. The way his breathing slowed, the way his chest slowly rose and fell, the way all his muscles relaxed. He was so at ease right now. Rogue guessed the only reason he was genuinely relaxed was because he was so absolutely exhausted that he didn't have it in him. He didn't have the energy to keep his guard up, sleep with one eye open so to speak. All Rogue was doing was looking at him. Then she started to think about a lot of things; how things went down that day he exploded on her, the weeks after that incident, and everything after. She was thinking if it was all worth it, if what she was doing was worth everything it was costing her.

“I'm sorry…” she spoke softly, gently turning her body away from him, unable to look at him any longer without overthinking about so many things, without feeling guilt. Slowly, she began to feel tired, and she let the sleep overtake all her senses, falling into an equally deep slumber as Miguel. This might have been the first time in a while she was able to sleep so calmly, without having to keep her guard up. Right now, she felt safe, and she would take full advantage of it while she was here.

A/N: WOOOOOH my brain hurts. I've been staying up all night to write the chapters mainly cause I just take way too long to write them. I think watching tv while writing has something to do with it but for the life of me I can't just sit there without anything in the background and write. They'll eventually have smut in it 🫣. I've also been very busy with my studies which sucks but I'm trying to find the time to write. Anywayyy hope you enjoyed. Cheers.

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I knkw Ur jinx series is over which I absolutely adore but i was wondering if be ok to request like n make like mini onehsot drabble of like alternate ending for final like maybe angst ending reader where reader ends up dead didn’t survive or remains villain I hope this ok again I don’t have to do this if don’t want to this suggestion aslo love love ur work sm especially the jinx anyways I hope ur day is doing good ❤️🫶🏻

Jinxes are bounted to bad luck.

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: The alternate ending!!

★☽A/N: I haven’t wrote anything sad in a long~ time so sure!! ENJOY!!

Contents: ANGST

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“Shit- I’m always a jinx so I guess I deserve this fate.” She chuckled. Katsuki couldn’t help but tear up a bit. He quickly grabbed her to try to pick her up to bring her to the hospital– But she stopped him. “You won’t be fast enough.” She protested. “I will be fast enough!” Bakugou protested back, picking her up and ran as fast as he could to bring her to the hospital.

Just as they were a mile away from the hospital, someone yelled from a distance. “IT’S NOT OVER YET!” Bakugou didn’t look but he knew it was a member from the LOV. Shigaraki was furious that he lost his little play toy. Using two of his fingers, he grabbed a crystal that was long ago made by Y/N. He smashed it to the ground, inches away from Y/N and Katsuki.

Bakugou managed to blast away before it exploded, creating a hole in the city’s ground but only caused the knife to slip even deeper by the impact. “You’ll make it.” He promised to the girl who had fallen unconscious, running as fast as he could.

⭒☆━━━━☆⭒

Bakugou paced the hospital floor with a worried pace, his hands crossed. Aizawa had come to the hospital from the public interview after being informed about his student who was captured by the LOV.

“Bakugou.” He called out, the boy turned his head with his eyes wide with surprise. “Teacher–” Bakugou stopped in his tracks and walked up to Aizawa. “Can you talk to them? They’re not telling me any shit about Y/N.” He spoke in an annoyed tone. Aizawa nodded and walked up to a nurse who was walking away from Y/N’s room. Bakugou finally sat down and waited, his leg shaking up and down with his arms crossed against his chest.

His mind was flooded with worries. Having patience is a privilege that Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t gifted to have.

Why is this happening?

What would happen if he didn’t do what he did in middle school?

What will happen to her if she does survive? Can she be a hero or is she going to jail?

Millions of theories and thoughts flooded his head. You could see the worried look on his face if you were there, he was shaken with anxiety.

Just before Katsuki stood up to ask the doctor, the doctor had already walked up to the boy. “What happened? Is she okay?” He hurriedly asked. The doctor looked sad? Upset? Upset about what? Katsuki started to worry more from the look the doctor had. He didn’t want to hear what he has to say, what if it’s bad? What if she died? The wounds on her body weren't so bad, right?

“The wounds on her body were very bad, especially her old ones. The old ones seemed to have made a great impact in her physical health and maybe even more in her mental health. The wound on her back is really deep in there and even managed to damage her heart. I’m afraid you were too late..” The world around Bakugou seemed to stop in time. ‘Too late? No..No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening! I promise she’ll be fine! I promise that she’ll be able to be a hero!’ The doctor could see the panicked and worried look on Katsuki who was breathing quite heavily.

“What.. What do you mean by that..?” Katsuki asked in a soft tone. The doctor sighed and mustered up the courage to tell the boy and said, “I’m afraid she’s gone.. I’m sorry for your loss.” And bowed down in respect.

Something happened next and it was shocking to those who knew Katsuki Bakugou. He cried, sobbing even. He practically fell to the ground and started to sob with his hand in his chest. He could’ve done something! He could’ve been faster! Why didn’t he stop her from taking the hit! Why, why, why?!

Why can’t he be a hero, just for her?

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★☽A/N: I’m sorry it was short! I wasn’t really sure where I was going with this one but I hope you all enjoyed it!

[angelasscribbles]

Victim of Love Chapter 11: In This Moment

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley, Liam x Hana, Riley x Hana (past)

Word Count: 1,421

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: None really, just sadness lol

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

And tell all your girlfriends

You been around the world friends That talk is for losers and fools

A/N: Posting this today because I told @kingliam2019 I would! 🤣Also, special shout out to the meme queen @karahalloway, you'll get it when you see it.

My other stuff: Master List.

“Sorry, but the top floor is reserved for the royal family. No one else is allowed up there.”

Drake didn’t even blink as his eyes scanned the rest of the guards stationed up and down the hallway. His face lit up as he waved and called out, “Bastien!”

“Drake!” The middle-aged man with greying hair and the physique of someone who still works out daily strode toward them with a wide smile. Pulling Drake into a hug, he asked,  “Why haven’t you been to see me yet, son?”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he responded as he clapped the older man on the back with a sidelong glance at Riley, “Been…busy.”

Bastien looked over Drake’s shoulder as the embrace ended. He extended his hand, “And Lady Riley, how nice to see you again.”

“Bastien.” She returned the handshake.

“I suppose you’re here to support Liam. Well, come on,” he ushered them down the hallway and no one stopped him.

Bastien escorted them to a waiting area and then disappeared to let the king know they were there. Liam appeared a few minutes later, his eyes zeroing in on the woman in the room as if Drake wasn’t even there, “Riley!”

Liam moved quickly across the waiting room floor and into her arms. She returned the embrace, holding him tightly while he sobbed against her shoulder.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay, I’m here,” she crooned as she patted his back, “How is she? How’s the baby?”

“They’re fine, for now,” he pulled back, wiping his eyes as he did so, “She had some bleeding, so her guards rushed her here.”

“Bleeding?” Riley’s voice rose in concern, “Why? From what?”

“The doctors said it’s something called placental previa, the placenta is basically too low.”

“Can they fix that?”

“No, but it often resolves on its own as the pregnancy progresses.”

“So we just have to what…wait?”

“Bed rest, no heavy lifting, no stress, things like that, and yes, wait.”

Riley jerked like she’d been hit. “No stress….” She spun away from him and stalked across the room to the row of windows overlooking the parking lot as guilt punched her in the gut.

She was stressful for Hana. Her mere presence, her relationship with Liam, their estranged friendship, all of it.

Liam started to go after her but was stopped midstride as Drake clapped him on the shoulder, “Hey, I’m sorry this is happening, but you’re going to do everything in your power to make sure she has a good outcome. You have all the resources in the world.”

Liam gave him a sad smile, “You’re right. She’ll have a full-time medical staff as well as a full-time wait staff, so she doesn’t have to lift a finger, she’ll be monitored constantly. I just…I feel so goddamned guilty!”

“You didn’t cause this.”

“No, but I haven’t helped the situation, have I?”

From across the room Riley listened as Drake comforted Liam. She knew Drake was right about everything, but she agreed with Liam. The situation between them had become untenable. She headed for the door, “Which room is she in?”

Liam looked startled, “Riley, I don’t think-“

“I promise I’m not going to stress her out, Liam. The opposite in fact. I have some things I need to say to her to repair a little of the damage we’ve done.”

“I don’t know…”

“Liam, please! She’s my best friend! If she gets upset in any way, I’ll leave immediately!”

Liam hesitated a moment then nodded. He opened the door to the hallway and gave instructions to a guard to escort Riley to the queen’s room.

The guard showed her to the room. She opened the door quietly and stepped inside.

Hana’s eyes widened, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I can leave-“ Riley pointed back toward the door.

“No, wait! Don’t leave!”

She turned back to face her former best friend, “Yes?”

“You were worried about me?”

“Of course I was!” Riley walked across the room and dropped into the chair closest to the bed, “I know things have been….bad between us since you…since I….since everything with Liam, but deep down I still love you and I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you or your baby!”

The baby whose existence had tormented her. Now she felt like the biggest asshole on the planet for her raging jealousy. It wasn’t the baby’s fault, and no one deserved to lose a child.

“I didn’t know you still cared,” Hana said so quietly Riley almost didn’t hear it.

“I told you I loved you, Hana, and I meant it. I just didn’t love you the way you needed me to, and I’m sorry for that. And I’m sorry for continuing a relationship with him after he chose you.”

“I knew he was in love with you when I married him. I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch about it.”

“You haven’t!”

Hana raised an eyebrow at her.

Riley laughed, “Okay, you have, but it’s been justified!”

“I should have told him no.”

“And done what? Gone back to Shanghai?”

“No,” she scoffed, “But maybe if he’d married Madeleine, you and I could have mended things with each other.”

“That’s a lovely thought. But he probably would have convinced me to stay no matter whom he had married.”

“Right. Because you love him.”

Riley shook her head, “I’m sorry, Hana. But I know what I have to do now. I promise I’m not going to be a problem for you anymore.”

“What do you mean? What do you have to do?”

“I have to leave…”

Hana lunged forward, “Riley, no…”

“Not forever, but long enough for you to recover. You need to be stress-free for the duration of this pregnancy. I’m sorry, Hana, for everything! I never should have stayed here in the first place, then maybe you and Liam could have had a real chance.”

“No, Riley, you were right, I married him to hurt you-“

“I hurt you first!”

“All you did was fall in love with someone else. You can’t control whom you love, Riley. I get that, especially now. If I could have controlled it, I would have just stopped loving you.”

“So, it’s true, you just said yes to me to hurt her.” a quiet voice said from the doorway.

“Liam!” Riley jumped, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’m sorry,” Hana dropped her eyes ashamedly to her lap, “it’s true.”

“It’s okay, darling,” Liam took the chair on the other side of the hospital bed and pulled her hand to his mouth to kiss it, “I wasn’t in love with you either. And I’m sorry I wasn’t more up-front about my feelings and clearer about my intentions with both of you. I��I regret ruining your friendship. But I do love you now, Hana, you and our child! I will do whatever is necessary to ensure your health and safety! Both of you!”

Riley felt like a knife had just been plunged into her heart. Of course Liam had come to love Hana over time. Hana was extremely lovable. She was sweet, kind, caring, loving, and passionate, as well as intelligent and funny. All the qualities one could want in a partner really.

She fought back her tears and when she was able to speak without crying, she reiterated, “I’m going to remove myself from the equation so you can both focus on getting this baby here safely and on supporting each other.”

“What?” Liam’s head jerked up and he stared at her in horror.

Riley bit back her tears as she told him, “You know it’s for the best. Your focus should be here right now.”

“I…” his eyes dipped back to his wife before lifting back to Riley with resignation, “You’re right.”

“I know I am. I’m sorry again, Hana. For all of it.” She stood to leave.

“I’m sorry too, Riley. I’m sorry I let my hurt feelings go too far. I miss our friendship.”

Riley leaned over to hug her. “Maybe after this baby is born, we can work on repairing it?”

“I’d like that.”

They held each other for a long while, both women shaking with silent tears.

Riley pulled away and walked to the door. She stepped into the hallway and looked back. Just before the door closed, she caught Liam’s eye and mouthed, “I love you.” Then she turned and ran back to the waiting room, crashing into Drake’s arms.

[dreamcatcher92]

Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 13

Warnings: violence, language, abuse, use of weapons, sadness. This is the final Chapter for this story ❤️

Over the next few months, you have done a pretty good job at being the loving girlfriend that gives Billy whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. You had been planning your way of escape for some time now, and you felt that tonight should be the night. You were petrified, but deep in your heart, you knew you had to do this. 

Billy was at work, so you decided to begin preparing dinner. His favorite meal of course. A fresh cut ribeye from the local meat market, a baked potato loaded with butter, sour cream, cheese, and chives, asparagus cooked in minced garlic and butter, and for dessert, a double layer German chocolate cake. After setting the table and waiting for the potatoes to finish baking, you began to wonder if this was overkill. Is this too much? What if he thinks something is up? It was too late though, the front door began to open and you heard Billy come inside.

“Damn baby, it smells amazing in here!” Billy said as he walked into the kitchen to greet you.

You turn and smile, “I wanted to do something special tonight because you’ve been working so hard. So, I made all of your favorites.”

Billy walks up and cups your face with his hands, “What would I ever do without you darlin’?”

You giggle and lean in to kiss him. He kisses you with such passion that it makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. STOP! 

You pull away quickly, “Okay, okay. Now go get washed up while I finish getting everything ready.” 

Billy groans and looks down at you, “Fine, but I’m not done with you just yet sweetheart.”

Billy smacks you on the ass as he walks away, causing you to jump and gasp. He smiles at you, then disappears into the bedroom to get cleaned up. You take a deep breath, and begin putting the food on plates.

After putting everything on the table, you go back into the kitchen to get a bottle of red wine and two glasses. You open up the bottle and pour a generous portion of wine into each glass. Then, you take out the bottle of eye drops that you had purchased from the little drug store down the street and empty the tiny bottle into Billy’s wine glass. 

During the months of your planning, you had done your research on a few things. One being how to poison someone without them knowing. You read that a woman had murdered her husband by pouring an entire bottle of eye drops into his drink. There is a chemical in eye drops that when ingested, will slow down a person’s breathing causing respiratory issues, ultimately leading to death. It’s odorless, tasteless, and colorless.

“All good?” Billy says walking up behind you.

Shit!

You quickly tuck the now empty bottle into your bra and spin around with the glasses in your hands, “Yep! Just getting our wine!”

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You just put something down your shirt.”

Feeling your heart pound, you quickly came back with, “No I didn’t, I just readjusted myself. Gotta look good for my man.” You wink and walk by him towards the table. 

Billy gives you a grin and follows behind. You set the glasses on the table, making sure not to mix up which one had the drops in it. Then, you both sat down and began eating. You asked about his day and how work was going. He explained that he may need to take some time off because of the stress of it all, but today wasn’t too bad.

You grab your glass of wine and realize you’ve almost finished the whole thing. Nerves you suppose. You glance at Billy’s glass and see that he has yet to take even a sip. 

After setting your glass back on the table and taking a small bite of cake, you say, “Babe you haven’t even touched your wine. It’ll help you relax.” 

“Yeah, not really feeling up to drinking tonight. Here baby, you have mine since you’ve finished yours.” Billy responds as he picks up the glass and hands it to you.

You jump slightly, “No, no I don’t want it. Drink it babe, it’s your favorite kind.” You start to sweat.

Billy sits the glass in front of you, then sits back in his seat staring intensely at you with his dark eyes. He folds his arms and gives you a serious look.

“Drink it.”

“Billy, seriously, I don’t want it. It’s yours.”

Slamming his left fist on the table and sitting forward Billy yells, “Drink the fucking wine Anna!”

Your eyes begin to water and you take a shaky breath in, “Why are you yelling at me? It’s just wine Billy.”

“Is it?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Jesus Christ Anna, do you really think I’m that fucking stupid?”

“I-” your body is trembling.

“You really think that I didn’t catch on that something was up? I can also see your search history dumbass.” He reaches over and grabs the eye drops bottle out of your bra, “Seriously? This was the best you could come up with you dumb bitch? Fucking eye drops?”

“Billy, I-I’m sorry. Please just let me go.” you beg.

  Billy grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you from the chair. He is towering over you and leans down into your face. Fear has fully consumed you and your body goes limp. 

He whispers into your ear as he holds you up to his face, “You want me to let you go?”

You whimper, “Uh huh.”

Billy lets out a sinister laugh and says, “Like I said earlier sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet.”

He shoves you down, chest first and smashes your face onto the table top. You scream out in pain and try to fight him off of you as he begins pulling your leggings down your ass. You beg for him to stop, but he just gets more and more rough with you. You look up and see a steak knife laying on the table by your plate. 

Quickly you reach for the knife and grab it. However, Billy sees you and snatches it from you. He pulls you off the table and throws you against the wall. Your back hits, and the wind is knocked out of you. While you're in this stunned state, Billy grabs your right wrist, pins it to the wall, and you feel an ungodly pain shoot down your arm. 

You look over and through the tears you see the knife is now through your palm and into the wall. You let out a blood curdling scream from the pain and grab onto your wrist with your other hand. Billy grabs the handle of the knife and you lock eyes. 

“Billy ple-” 

He yanks the knife out of your hand. You scream again and fall to the ground cradling your hand with the other. 

“Stand up.” He commands.

You sniffle, “Please stop. I-”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence and slaps you across the face with the back of his hand causing you to fall over. 

You look up at him and cryingly ask, “Why are you doing this?”

Billy laughs, “Why am I doing this? Bitch, you tried to kill me. You think I’m just going to let that fucking slide?”

Realizing that you’ve been completely defeated, you look at the floor in a daze. Billy takes his foot and kicks you onto your back. He climbs on top of you and wraps his giant hands tightly around your throat. You grab onto his wrists and try to fight him off.

Gaspingly you look at him with sheer terror in your eyes and fight out the words, “Let. Me. Go.”

Oh my God.

“Billy,” you gasp, “Let. Go.” He ignores you.

Dear God, please help me.

You begin to panic and hyperventilate, but he only tightens his grip. You start to feel dizzy and you’re finding it harder and harder to breathe. Billy stares you in the eyes the whole time and is gritting his teeth. You slap at him, kick, scratch, anything and everything you can think of, you tried it. Nothing worked.

You can feel yourself slipping away. You’re so scared, but there’s nothing left to do. This is it. You gasp a few more times, then your body goes completely limp.

Billy held on for a few more moments to make sure you were dead. Then, he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek and closed your eyes.

He whispered into your ear, “There baby. I let you go.”