#not to mention a new update came out a couple days ago so like perfect time to post about it

[cacaocheri]

if i havent made it obvious enough yet i really like friday night funkin

[miley1442111]

the problem with arguing

a/n: Hi, this is my first story, any constructive criticism is welcomed. This had not been properly edited nor read through because icba lmao :) also I wrote it for a fem!reader but I don't think there's much mention other than Jack calling reader 'mom' so... yeah :)

pairings: aaron hotchner x reader, platonic BAUteam x reader, motherly(If that's a word?)reader x teen!jack hotchner

summary: aaron and you are in a fight, but what happens when a meeting with a witness goes south?

warnings: criminal minds levels of violence, angst, fluff, couple fighting, reader in distress, reader getting injured, mentions of knives, mentions of being stabbed, mentions of being tied up, mentions of hospitals, mentions of killing, mentions of general injury, mentions of guns/shooting, minimal use of y/n.

1.6k + words.

“We’re here, we’ll update you if anything comes of it,” Morgan promises Hotch over the phone as we walk to the front porch of one of our witnesses. Something about his story is messed up and we were the unlucky ones who had to go talk to him. It’s a pretty house I guess, a little expensive for what a 26 year old man could afford, and what he would want to buy. It’s all fifties style, the entire estate is. Big-enough bungalows with pastel walls and inviting doors with a small porch, just enough for the entry-way and a chair. I knock on the door, exhausted from the past 72 hours. Aaron and I got in a fight before we got to Ohio, it was unnecessary, but we fought all the same. He was mad at me for giving Jack advice that led to a fight between them. I just wanted to kiss and make up 3 days ago but he won’t budge. Maybe it’s because he knows I’m right and doesn’t want to confront it or maybe it’s because I took it too far and overstepped. Jack calls me ‘mom’, I live with him, and Jack came to me for support, he wanted guidance and I gave him it. He was mad at his dad because he missed meeting his girlfriend. His girlfriend, Ava, was a lovely girl, I had been the one there when Jack brought her over for dinner, I was the one trying to suss out if they actually liked each other, and I was the one Jack sat down with for 2 hours after and told everything about her to. All because Aaron was too busy with paperwork in his study. Jack was hurt, which is difficult to do because he’s such an understanding 16 year-old boy. It was also hard because I saw both sides. I’ll be the first to admit that what Aaron did was wrong, but our job is hard and demanding, especially his since he’s the leader of our team… But Jack just wanted 2 hours of his time, not even, just a dinner. A dinner to meet his girlfriend, and Aaron still couldn’t make it. 

I knock again as I huff. 

“Everything alright?” Morgan asks, the regular playful glint in his eye. 

“Tired, mad, over this job. You?” I sigh. 

“Sounds about right,” He chuckles. “How’s Jack doing?” 

A smile spreads across my face. “He has a girlfriend,” Morgan’s face lights up in a smile. 

“My man,” He smirks and I chuckle. “You two met her yet?” 

My face drops again. “I have, Aaron… couldn’t make it to the dinner though. She’s lovely, perfect for Jack. It's so funny, it’s just opposites attract. Jack is so sporty and outspoken and she’s one of the quieter, more into her studies kind of person.” 

The door swings open and we’re met with David, our witness. 

“You two know what time it is?” He yawns. 

“Oh trust us, we know,” Morgan sighs. “Can we ask you a few more questions?” 

“It’s 10pm at night? Can’t this wait ‘till the morning?”

“It’ll only take a few minutes,” I reassure. 

He looks between us for a moment, then sighs. “Quickly.”

We walk inside and are immediately hit with an awful smell. I know that smell. That’s when I see it, a body.

And that’s when it all goes black. 

I wake up in a new room, tied to a chair. I don’t see Derrick anywhere. I don’t see David anywhere. I’m all alone in this grey room. I don’t see a door but I notice a camera, and a screen in front of me. I see Penelope on the screen, then a sign above it with “Don’t make noise” scribbled. I look to my left and see a plastic window, I see Morgan through it, tied up too. He sees me. 

“Y/n? Y/n?! Where are you?” Penelope squeals. I shake my head and she picks up her phone and tries calling mine, it rings and I feel something go into my side. I scream out in pain as I see the blood start trickling out of me. Penelope drops her phone, then picks it up, dialling someone else’s number. 

I get switched to a joint call with Penelope, and the rest of the team, excluding Aaron. 

“Y/n?” Spencer asks and I nod, sobbing in pain. Spencer runs off-screen, leaving Jj and Emily to stare in horror at me.

Spencer comes back with Aaron and we make eye-contact through the screen, and he starts breaking. He’s shouting orders at the policemen in the precinct, he’s shouting orders at the team, and he’s trying not to cry. I know that. I also know I’m the only one who knows that. He hides it pretty well but not from me, not after all of our years together. His eyes squint, his eyebrows furrow more than usual, he starts biting at the skin around his nails. 

“We’re coming to find you. We will find you,” he promises me. I nod slowly as the pain in my side becomes unbearable as the knife is pulled out. 

“Is Morgan with you?” Emily asks and I nod as I bite my lip until it bleeds to stop myself from making too much noise. 

“Is he in the room with you?” Spencer asks. 

I shake my head no. After what feels like an eternity of yes or no questions, they think they’ve located us.I hear banging on the door and then it opens. Spencer is standing there with an entire Swat team behind him. I shake my head to tell them to not make noise but they talk anyway and another knife is put into my leg, I don’t have the strength to stay quiet this time and another finds its way into my arm. I pass out. 

I wake up in a hospital bed, an IV in my arm, Aaron on one side and Jack on the other. Aaron’s asleep in a chair on my left, I grimace, knowing his back will hurt. 

“Mom?!” Jack exclaims as he sees me open my eyes. “Mom!” His eyes fill with tears as he gets up and wraps his arms around me on the bed. 

“Jack,” I sigh in relief. 

“You’re okay! You’re awake!” He smiles brightly, happy that I’m alive. 

Aaron wakes up from the commotion and rushes to my side. “Honey?” He takes my hand and squeezes. “You’re okay.”

I smile at both of them. 

“I’ll go get the doctor,” Jack smiles and he rushes off to find a doctor. 

“Honey I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” He starts but I cut him off. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he sighs, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Don’t go all soft now Aaron,” I joke. 

“You make me soft,” He smiles and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. 

Jack comes back in with a doctor. She tells me that I lost a lot of blood and that I will be out of the field for a few months, with 2 weeks of mandatory bedrest, then 4 weeks of physical therapy. 

The next day, the team come in to visit. 

“Hey,” Spencer smiles, walking in first. I’ve always been close to Spencer, he’s always felt like a little brother to me. 

“Hey,” I smile and wince when I hug him, but I know it’s worth it. The rest of the team filter in, smiles on their faces.“So what happened after I went out?”

“Well, they got me, no injuries apart from a concussion,” Morgan says. 

“We got the guy-” Emily starts.

“Aaron got the guy,” Spencer interrupts. “He saw him and just shot him-”

“And then he beat the crap out of him,” Jj says. “It was pretty intense.”

I nod along as they tell me the story, and then we just talk about whatever until Aaron comes in and says visiting hours are over. Spencer leaves me a few more books to read and Jj brings Jack to Ava’s house for the night. Aaron walks in with my dinner on a tray. 

“Hungry?” He smiles. 

“You shot someone for me?” I ask as he places my tray down.

“Yes.”

I roll my eyes and smile at him. “Is he alive?”

“No.” 

My face drops. “Oh.” 

“It was the combined bleeding and head trauma that killed him.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I did.” 

I look at my food. “I understand you wanted to protect me-”

“I did that because he doesn’t get to live after doing this to you. Honey, you and Jack are the most important people in my life and I would do anything if it meant that you were safe and sound. Do you want to know how it felt to have what could’ve been my last words to you be ‘stop bothering me’? I was an asshole to you over the Jack situation because I knew you were right. I knew it wasn’t fair to not go to dinner when I was in the house. I knew it was important and it just felt too real. It felt like he was growing up and I just couldn’t take it because I missed so much of his childhood! So I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry that I said everything I said and did what I did, but I am not sorry about hurting that fucking monster,” He takes a deep breath. “Now eat up, it’ll go cold.”

“I love you Aaron, it’s ok. It wasn’t your fault, being a parents is hard.” 

His eyes fill with tears and he looks at me like an injured puppy. 

“Come here,” I smile and move over, allowing room for him to sit with me. He climbs into bed beside me and wraps his arms around me, being careful of my wounds. 

“I love you,” he whispers as I slowly eat my food. 

“I love you too.”

[madwomansapologist]

smile for the camera | peach salinger

Navigation | More Best Friends Forever AU | AO3

synopsis: Peach has been sick for so long, it makes sense that now she wants to have fun. What was supposed to be just a drink or two turned into an endless night - albeit a forgettable one for your drunken brain. But Peach has more than enough photos to prove that what happened is not imagination.

warnings: yandere!peach salinger. smut. groping. nudes. fingering. oral. toxic friendship. codependency. her rare illness that reaaaaally exists. gaslighting. manipulation. jealousy. substance abuse which means this is somehow equally dub!con? cheating. as a survivor of a homoerotic toxic friendship, this is more of a confession. in this house we support women's wrong. female!reader.

You should be preparing for next week's seminar for your work. More than that, you wanted to be preparing yourself. It's important, you worked a lot on it. You promised yourself that you would finally make sure that everything was ready and set for your big day.

And yet there you were. Driving towards Peach's location. Not the first time. Certainly not the last.

Peach just had the worst week of her life - acording to her huge history of messages, twitter account and daily Be Real updates. Another complication of her rare disease. It's something about gluten and PH. You never really understood what it's, all you need to know is that it's serious.

And you weren't there for her.

Peach is way more than just a friend. She's your family. You know her since graduation. A couple of years, but it feels like a lifetime ago. She's been there beside you for so long that you can't actually remember how life was before her.

She's always there for you. Since the first day. A kind listener to your ramblings about horrible teachers turned into someone that would hear anything you needed to say. And Peach can count on you too. What for her started as someone who actually knew how to do makeup ended with someone who would clean her tear stained face.

Peach's advices may be harsh to say the less, but she always is there to hear about your problems. It was so difficult when you were suddenly fired from your last job, but you knew you could count on her - still embarrassing to accept money from her, but what other choice did you had?

When your grandma passed, she was there for you too. When you lost your cat, when your car died out of nowhere, when you discovered in the worst way possible that blush actually does spoil.

Peach is always there for you, just as you're always there for her. But just when she was sick... you weren't there to help.

Away for the holidays, with your family, everything was perfect. That's what hurted you the most. If it was at any other week you would be worried, yet not guilty. But of course it happened right on the week you knew Peach would be alone.

Fuck her decease, and fuck her shit family.

You almost came back. You even told her. Peach tried to tell you not to, but you really would. But your mom almost killed you with her stare just from mentioning that you might need to go back to New York earlier.

Back to town, you had so much to do, but what else could've you say when Peach asked if you were free to go drinking with her? Maybe the truth. But the truth wouldn't help her, nor would make you feel good about yourself.

Just two or three drinks, you told her.

"Pookie!" Peach called you when you entered the pub. You looked around, the place with more movement than usual, and saw her waiving for you. "Right there!"

You dropped your purse on your usual place. Peach knows the owner, and he always makes sure to have her favorite place free. You kissed her cheeks, relieved to see that she looked healthy.

"I knew that dress would suit you perfectly," Peach pulled the hem of the golden piece. Her fingers stayed there longer than necessary, just feeling the warmth of your skin throught the dress.

You sat down, seeing that she had already asked for your drink. Exactly what you wanted. "Thaaanks," you pratically purred at her. "I have clothes at your home, I will give it back to you tonight."

Peach took a sip from her drink, mirroring you. She fixed her hair, as if it wasn't perfectly done. "You can stay with it. Looks better on you, anyway."

"Always trying to gift me things," you rolled your eyes, but a smirk quickly appeared on your face. 'So... who are we talking shit about tonight?"

"Boo... I've missed you so, so, so much," Peach grabbed your hand.

You held it gently, your thumb brushing against the soft skin of her palm. So warm, so free of any scars. Peach's hair smells like milk, her neck like strawberry, her breath like mint. But her hands always smelled like honey.

"I've missed you too."

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You drank way more than three drinks.

The night started on that pub, but it didn't end there. Somehow things with Peach always ends with you both wandering throught New York. As if live was a tv show. Maybe that's something that happens to rich girls, and you're experimenting it out of proximity.

Going on different bars, laughing at anything that moves, talking about epiphanies that wouldn't survive the night. It wasn't a surprise that it would turn into a drunk karaoke night, but you'll still get surprised by the photos on your phone.

Struggling, Peach unlocked the main door of her house. You went upstairs trying not to fall, and put your heels on the floor - you don't remember taking them off.

Peach dropped her purse, not caring about where it would fall, and stretched. That was too much. Definitely too much. Peach is used to get wasted, but even she was affected.

She don't even remember how you both managed to get to her home. For a matter of fact, neither do you. After a certain point, the night was nothing but a dark blur.

Peach knew you would do everything to come back to her. You have the biggest heart ever. She wanted you to spend new years eve with her, but she undertood you wanted to be with your family. But when she saw the picture of your new boyfriend with your mom... she needed to do something to stop that.

He just... He don't deserve you. He's not on your level. You need someone that will be able to take care of you. Someone that will assure that you can work on your researches, that will give you freedom, that will support you in all ways that matter.

And that's not that guy. How will be your future with him? Worrying about mortcages and settling for the basics when you deserve the best? You deserve more. And if you can't see that, than she'll open your eyes.

Her sickness wasn't able to get you back, but now you're here she'll make sure to tomorrow morning give you a few advices. She didn't mean to make you feel guilty, but if you feeling guilty makes her have so much fun... Peach ain't able to say that she's ashamed.

"You ain't going to throw up, right?" Peach kicked her heels away, moonlight illuminating her bedroom. "I really don't want you to die while I sleep."

You just rolled your eyes, admiring yourself through the mirror. "I feel so pretty."

"That's because you are, pookie," Peach sat on her bed. Getting her earrings off, she followed your hands as you slid them across your dress. Her dress.

You licked your lips. "I feel... hot."

Peach sighed. She needs you in her life. You're half of her. You're hers. Most of the time she can ignore that. She can pretend that being your friend includes wanting your attention all the time, needing to always have an eye on you, dreaming of you.

But now with alcohol messing with her head, it was difficult to chose to look away from you. To keep on pretending that she don't want to look at you all the time. To shut up that part of her that knew you both are endgame. To not pretend that you're the forbidden fruit and she don't even need a snake to tempt her.

"That's because you do."

You looked at her hazy eyes. "You think so?"

"I know so."

It was your time to sigh. "I don't want to forget that," you played with the hem. "I would record me like this if I could."

Peach opened the second drawer of her nightstand. In the mirror, you saw the analog camera shining. “What an old thing,” you teased her.

"Then pose," she said. You turned to her, brows arched. She was already aiming it at you. "Smile for the camera."

You rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway. Even blinded by the flash you still knew she was too.

That wasn't the first time she used that camera to record you. You reorganizing your kitchen's cabinet, wandering through libraries, dining with a date. Peach can't believe you're real. She uses those photos as a proof of your existence. A proof that you're more than a fragment of her mind.

Peach thought you wouldn't want it. That you would think she was weird. But now you'd asked for it. As the flashes go on, you have fun with new poses. It was almost childish. Just two drunk woman having fun together.

You sat down on her bed, and Peach walked towards you. Looking at you through the camera, she tripped and fell on top of you. You laughed hard, your head against her pillows, as Peach tried to get up. She leaned on your shoulder, sitting on your lap, and felt your laugh echoing inside her.

Then the laughter ended, and silence consumed you both. Suddenly you both realized how late it was. How really lonely you both would've been if not by eachother company. Peach on your lap, the camera lying on the bed, your breathing unregulated.

"Is it ok if I take it off?" Your fingers were again pulling the hem of your dress. "Would you mind?"

"O-Okay," Peach whispered. "Go on."

Peach hesitated before reaching for the camera. Her hand was shaking. The first photo was just a grey blur. She breathed in and tried again. Then she saw.

You weren't looking to the camera.

You were looking at her.

The next was of your face. You body didn't even appeared. Your hair loose on her pillows, a lopsided smile breaking free, eyes glowing with the moonlight. The forbidden fruit, within reach of her touch.

"Am I pretty like this?"

Peach breathed in. "You're perfect."

"Show me," you whispered. "I want to see it."

Peach reached for your cheek, caressing it slowly. Her fingertip brushed against your lip, and you opened your mouth. Without even realizing what she was doing, Peach put her thumb inside your mouth.

The flash made you close your eyes, but she knew there was no way for you to not look perfect. The wet finger went down your body, marking your breasts with your own drool, and the flashes continued.

She could die from your expression as she pinched your nipple. Or from how easily you opened your legs for her. How you glowed, so sensitive to her fingers. How you arched your back. How you whispered her name.

Then she started recording it.

Her tongue against your clit, fingers inside of you. Her mouth on yours, hands grabbing your waist. Your drunken gaze, stupid mind, static body. Sometimes you spaced out, but Peach would bring you back to Earth.

It was slow, and torturing, and neverending. It was a fever dream, a blurred memory, a drunk imagination. It wasn't real. It couldn't be. A dream, that's the only explanation.

But her so precious photos and videos would proof otherwise.

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[supernaturalscribe67]

Against the Grain

Words: 3,059

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Trans!FTM!Winchester!Reader [Platonic]

Warning(s): Fluff, Language (?), a brief mention of blood

Summary: Ever since the reader has come out to his brothers has transgender, they have been nothing but supportive. The only thing that Dean hasn't been supportive of is the reader's inconsistent facial hair growth. So, Dean comes up with a way to help him by teaching him how to shave.

A/N: I've officially hit over 30,000 words on my blog and I honestly have no idea how to feel about it...Feedback is greatly appreciated! Much love!

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Are suits always so itchy?

Granted, he didn’t know if he would feel the same if they had gotten his outfit from a retailer that specialized in men’s formalwear instead of the old Goodwill a couple of towns over, but they needed something quick and easy. It didn’t help that he wasn’t able to wash it between cases either, but he was thankful nonetheless. Sam and Dean had promised that they would take him to get fitted for a professional suit on their way back to the bunker. 

James Garrison would kindly pay, of course. 

When (Y/N) came out to his brothers as transgender, he didn’t know what kind of reaction he was expecting from them. All of the negativity that was brought upon them from early childhood had clouded his judgment on how they would respond to such dramatic news. He had kept it a secret from them for about three years as a result of the anxiety, already having trouble coming to terms with his new self-discovery. Alas, two years ago, when he had gathered up all of his courage and sat his brothers down to explain in grave detail what was going on inside of his head, they were nothing but supportive. 

It was an adjustment at first, with Dean having the hardest time with getting pronouns correct and slipping up on the name change, but (Y/N) could tell that he was doing his best, and that was all that mattered. He got better after a couple of months and had abandoned (Y/N)’s deadname and old pronouns completely in favor of his newly updated ones. (Y/N) could tell that Dean was proud of himself, and he was proud of him too. Sam, being the nerd that he is, wanted to learn more about transgenderism. He would ask his brother questions and scour the endless medical journals available online if (Y/N) couldn’t answer the ones that he had. He even went as far as to help (Y/N) find the perfect binder and get him set up with an appointment to start testosterone. Thanks to Sam, (Y/N) had been on testosterone for almost a year-and-a-half. 

With the use of testosterone came changes, changes that he wasn’t necessarily expecting. He was constantly starving, constantly horny, and hair was growing everywhere on his body. Everywhere. Even though he didn’t mind the hair growth in some places, one place that the hair seemed to be lacking in growth was on his face, the place where he had wanted it to grow the most. He had a couple of scraggly pieces here and there, most of the hair growth being on his sideburns and underneath his chin, none of the patches consistent in length. Still, every time he looked in the mirror, he couldn’t help but smile. He had finally started to feel like his true self. Like he was starting to morph into the person he was destined to be.

And he couldn’t be happier. 

(Y/N) emerged from the poorly lit motel bathroom, combing the sides of his hair with his fingertips. Sam and Dean stood in the center of the room, clad in their mock FBI uniforms. When they heard (Y/N) exit the bathroom, they turned their attention to him. It was the first time that he felt confident enough to dress as an agent on a case, and he was a little uncertain about his appearance. He wanted to make sure he looked professional enough to pass. It was a big change compared to when he only had to wear a blouse and pencil skirt. He didn’t miss those days. 

With his arms held out in a grandiose gesture, he gave a small smile. “What do you think? Do I look okay?” He asked with a tone that indicated his uncertainty. 

Sam and Dean eyed him, their gaze scanning from the top of his head to his shoes. Sam nodded. 

“Yeah, you look great,” he commented, a smirk curled up in the corner of his lips. 

Dean, on the other hand, furrowed his brows. “You look like a douchebag.” 

Sam slapped Dean’s shoulder. “Dude,” he hissed. 

“What?” He held his hands up. 

(Y/N) frowned and looked down at himself. “Why do I look like a douchebag?” He asked, his shoulders slouched to show his disappointment. 

“You don’t look like a douchebag,” Sam shook his head rapidly. 

“Yes, he does! It’s because of that little neck beard you have going on.” Dean gestured to his face. 

(Y/N) slowly ran his fingers through the hair under his chin, neck, and sides of his face. “What’s wrong with my facial hair?” His voice was quiet.

“(Y/N), don’t listen to him, there is nothing wrong-” Sam began. 

“Sam,” Dean interrupted before looking back at (Y/N). “Look, FBI agents need to be clean to make it more believable. You look like a kid who just got out of a nightlong session playing that…that…War of Worlds or whatever.” 

“World of Warcraft?” (Y/N) arched a brow. 

“Yeah, that. You gotta shave it.” 

“I don’t know how,” 

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but Sam was quick to interrupt. He was sending Dean the deadliest of glares. “Dean, we don’t have time for him to do that. He looks great. He doesn’t need to change anything. Let’s just go, and, if it makes you feel any better, we can say he’s a rookie.” 

Dean sighed. “Fine.” He mumbled before he turned back to (Y/N). “But when we get back, I’ll show you have to shave properly.” 

“Okay,” (Y/N) nodded. 

Dean and Sam then turned and made their way out of the motel. (Y/N) stopped for a moment and returned a hand to his face. He felt the patches of long hair caress his fingertips while the patches of stubble made his hand itch. He scowled.

“I’m not a rookie,” he mumbled to himself before he followed after his brothers. 

“Alright,” Dean grumbled as he pushed the stopper into the sink. He proceeded to fill the basin up with warm water. “Now, one thing that you need to know is that you never, under any circumstances, share razors. Lucky for you, I packed a spare one.” He smiled as he pulled a new razor out of his pocket, handing it off to (Y/N). 

(Y/N) glanced down at the razor. It was one of the cheap ones. One that you would find in a pack of ten or fifteen in a Walmart. The plastic was still hooked onto the side of the blade. (Y/N) took off the plastic bit and tossed it into the small trashcan in the corner of the room. 

“What happens if you share razors?” (Y/N) asked. 

“You can get an infection. You don’t know how clean someone else’s face is, and if you nick yourself, then you’ll be in a lot of pain. Trust me, Sammy and I learned a lot about that when we were younger.” He chuckled. “Okay, the first thing you want to do is get your face wet.” 

Dean set his razor to the side and dipped his hands into the warm water. He leaned his head downward, brought his cupped hand up to his face, and wet his jaw. When he pulled his hand away, droplets fell into the sink below. He then looked at (Y/N), who raised his brows before he followed suit. He dipped his hands into the water, lowered his head, and brought some water to his face. His facial hair clung to his jawline as water dripped from his chin. 

“Right, what I like to do now,” Dean reached down and picked up his razor. He looked in the mirror and tilted his head to the side so that he could fully see the right side of his face. “Is…make a mark on both of my sideburns where the hair meets the face.”

Dean reached the razor up and cut a small portion of his stubble near the hairline. It was only about an inch or two worth of hair. When he was done with the right side, he turned his head and did the same for the left side. He rinsed the razor in the water. 

“You got it?” He raised a brow. 

(Y/N) looked at himself in the mirror, turning his head from side to side. He furrowed his brows and hesitantly reached his razor up. He stopped before the razor could touch his face. “Where do I cut?” He asked timidly. 

Dean sat his razor down and turned to his brother. He looked in the mirror, into his eyes, before he looked back at the side of his head. “You’re gonna wanna cut right…” he trailed as he reached up and ran his finger along the side of his face, about a third of the way down his ear. “Here.” 

(Y/N) reached his hand up and allowed the razor to levitate above the spot Dean had pointed. “Here?” 

“Yeah, right there. And don’t be shy about it. You’ve got this.” 

(Y/N) glanced at Dean before giving a small nod. He then turned and looked in the mirror. He brought the razor to his face and made a small mark on his sideburns, the same as Dean had done with his. Once he was done with the first mark, he looked at his brother. Dean smiled softly at him, confirming that he had done it correctly. (Y/N) then tilted his head to the other side, repeating the process. When he was done, he rinsed his razor, just like Dean had, and looked towards him expectedly. 

“Good, good,” Dean nodded before he reached over to the corner of the sink. He picked up a can of shaving cream, popped the top off, and sprayed a dollop into his hands. He held out the can towards (Y/N), who held out one hand for him. Dean sprayed some of the shaving cream into his hand before he set it on the counter and placed the cap back on. “Now, you want to make sure to cover every part of your face where the hair grows. Just watch and do what I do.” 

(Y/N) gave a small nod and watched as Dean began to apply the shaving cream onto his face, starting with his right cheek before moving down his jawline and to the other. (Y/N) followed his movements exactly. The shaving cream felt different against his face, it was wet and cold, yet soft at the same time. He remembered times at the end of some school years, when he was younger, when the teacher would give them shaving cream on their desks to help clean the surfaces. He remembered drawing faces in the shaving cream, pictures of cartoon ghosts and cats. They proceeded to apply the shaving cream over their cupid’s bows, onto their chins, and their necks. When Dean was done, he rinsed his hand in the water, (Y/N) followed. 

“Alright, the moment of truth,” Dean smiled at him as he picked up his razor. “We’ll start with the face and then make our way down to the neck. Just follow my lead, okay? I’ll go slow.” 

“Okay,” (Y/N) nodded and picked up his razor. 

Both of them turned to face the mirror. (Y/N) stared at his reflection for a moment, a part of him noting how humorous he looked with the beard of shaving cream before his eyes shifted over to Dean. As Dean began to shave his face, (Y/N) copied his movements. Every time Dean rinsed his razor in the sink, (Y/N) did as well. Everywhere Dean put his razor, (Y/N) put his. 

It was a strange sensation, shaving. Since it was his first time, (Y/N) didn’t know how he felt about it. From the curl of his lip when he had to shave his cupid’s bow and chin, to the feeling of the shaving cream slowly running down his neck. It was new, but not disliked. It was easy enough, easier since he was following the live tutorial next to him. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander, though. Let his mind think back to the times when he was younger and watching from some random bathroom doorframe as Dean taught Sam to shave for the first time. Dean held the same expressions on his face back then when he taught Sam as now. A sort of proud, grown expression, giving (Y/N) the first taste of realization that Dean was the one who raised them, not their father. Fathers were supposed to teach their sons how to shave their faces for the first time, not the older brothers. It was almost as if Dean adapted the fatherly role in (Y/N) and Sam’s lives. (Y/N) would never forget that. 

(Y/N) hissed. “Dammit,” he mumbled as he pulled the razor away from his face. 

He looked in the mirror and could see a small, red circle appear on his left cheek. It had been the last strip of facial hair left. He had been doing so well up until then. 

Dean’s head turned towards him before he let out a chuckle. He placed his razor down on the sink and leaned down to snag a small piece of cheap toilet paper. He moved over to his brother and tilted his head so that he could see the nick. Gingerly, he placed the piece of toilet paper onto the red mark. It stuck instantly to (Y/N)’s face. 

“There we go,” Dean smirked and turned back to the sink. “Not bad on the face. One nick is pretty good for your first time. Now, onto the neck.” 

(Y/N) did the same for his neck as he had done for his face, glancing in the mirror at his reflection while, now and then, turning to study his brother’s movements. He shaved his neck without incident, and when he rinsed his razor for the last time in the basin, the water now clouded with a mixture of hair and shaving cream, he felt a sense of accomplishment. He felt proud of himself. When Dean set his razor down, so did (Y/N). They looked at their reflections and examined themselves. 

“And you're done,” Dean nodded. “All we have to do is rinse our faces,” Dean reached over, turned on the warm water from the tap, and cupped his hands to rinse off the rest of the shaving cream. Once Dean was finished, (Y/N) copied. “And we’re done.” Dean smiled at (Y/N) in the mirror. 

When (Y/N) looked at his freshly shaven face, he ran his fingers over the places where the hair had been. The skin was smooth, something that he was going to have to get used to again, and he looked younger, in his opinion. The corner of his lips curled downwards in a frown. 

“I look like a baby,” he mumbled. 

Dean chuckled and shook his head. “No, you don’t. You look like a new man. Hey, facial hair grows back fast, and it’ll grow back a little more even this time. If you wanna keep it, I can show you how to shave around it when it does, to keep you looking clean and not like some homeless guy.” 

“Really?” (Y/N) raised his brows. 

“Of course. As long as you promise not to grow out a lumberjack beard or anything,” Dean dramatically shivered. 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “No promises,” he chuckled. 

“Oh!” Dean exclaimed. “Almost forgot. Aftershave!” 

“Aftershave?” 

“Yeah,” Dean reached over to the bottle that sat next to the shaving cream can. It was a small, green bottle of Brut. He splashed some into the palm of his hand before he put some in (Y/N)’s. He placed the bottle onto the counter and capped it. “It helps with those stupid razor burns and bumps.” 

(Y/N) nodded as he looked down at the liquid in his hand. The scent was strong, and he recognized it as something Dean smelled of often. He, once again, copied Dean’s movements as Dean began to massage the liquid into his face and onto his neck. When (Y/N) massaged it onto his left cheek, he felt his skin begin to burn when it ran into the small nick on his face. Dean smirked. 

“Burns, doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah, why the hell does it burn?” 

Dean shrugged. “Not too sure. You’ll get used to it. And once you stop cutting yourself while shaving, it won’t burn as bad.” 

(Y/N) grimaced and continued to rub it in until all he could smell was the Brut and his entire face had been covered. Dean lowered his hands and unplugged the sink. The clouded water began to drain. 

“There, now we’re officially done. What do you think?” 

(Y/N) shrugged. “Not bad. I could get used to it, but I look stupid with this tissue on my face.” 

“Oh, here,” Dean reached over and carefully took the wet paper off of his cut. “See? It’s like you didn’t even cut yourself.” 

“Wow…” (Y/N) turned his face back and forth, examining the spots where the hair used to be. 

“Now you can shave by yourself whenever you want. We just need to get you your own razors, and I can show you how to use an electric one when we get back to the bunker if you want.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest, his smile never faltering. 

An identical smile made its way onto (Y/N)’s lips as he looked over at Dean. “Thanks, Dean. You’re a great big brother,” he spoke quietly. 

Dean tilted his head down, narrowing his eyes. “What was that?” 

“I said ‘You’re a great big brother’.” He spoke a little louder that time.

“Come again?” Dean cupped one of his hands behind his ear. 

“You’re pushing it, Dean.” 

“Alright, alright.” Dean laughed as he reached over and wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N) placed his arms around Dean’s torso and hugged him tightly. “For the record, you’re the best little brother a guy could ask for. Just don’t tell Sam.” 

(Y/N) smiled even wider. “I won’t.” 

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 3: Calon

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader

word count: 2.4k

a/n: happy valentines day! i wanted to get something out on heart day related to our heart man! i have, like, half an hour to spare so i made it (barely) have some flirting

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After crying to Marco for a good while, you were finally able to collect yourself. He listened as you sobbed incoherently before finally able to tell him what you were trying to say the whole time. Hell, it even almost brought a tear to his own eye. The kid you saved all those years ago just happened to come back? That he had become a doctor somewhat because of you? Wanted to work here because of you? If that wasn’t the sweetest thing, he wouldn’t know what was.

All of the dots were connecting. To what? You had no idea, but things were connecting. Now to just go with the flow and find out what happens. 

Once you gathered yourself back up, you went back to work. You didn’t have time to wallow or really dwell on emotions for too long. Hospitals didn’t run themselves…maybe this is what Marco meant by you work way too much. 

Law didn’t ask who saved him again, seemingly respecting their decision to remain anonymous. You knew you’d tell him one day, you just weren’t ready for that bag of worms right now. You were already in enough of a tizzy with them coming back here. And there you were, using the word tizzy. Dammit Marco.

The weeks flew by and, before you knew it, it was time for quarterly reviews. Naturally, the two nearly had perfect marks. You had a couple of critiques here and there, but you would coach them through it as did Marco. This was still part of their learning process, after all. They both took well to the criticism, so that was also good. You had far too many people who just couldn’t take such comments. They never lasted long. Hell, you still received criticism from others to this day. It was a constant learning process.

You had made sure to check in on Law and Robin at least once a week. Marco kept you updated of course, but you liked to be able to talk to the interns themselves and get their feedback on their programs.The two of them didn’t seem to have any complaints. They were adjusting well and were enjoying their time. Well, with Law you couldn’t tell. He still didn’t say a whole lot, but he didn’t seem unhappy, so there was that. 

Today, some new nurses were starting. There were three of them. Two regular nurses and one that was going to be working in the pediatric unit. When you went to the conference room to meet them, you noticed Law with them. He saw you and immediately went white.

“You know them? Why didn’t you say anything?” You tilted your head to the side, folding your arms across your chest. You had mentioned some new nurses and he never once said anything. Why?

Law’s face darkened as if he was a child that had gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar. “Uh, it never came up?” You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment. The trip suddenly threw their arms around Law and his face grew more red, but he didn’t seem to fight them.

You just shook your head, amused by the scene. “Aw, c’mon, boss! Don’t be like that! We’ve been friends since we were kids!” One of them chimed. “We all wanted to also help people, but we weren’t sure if we had what it took to be doctors…so we went with the next best thing!” Another chimed.

You laughed, nodding. “I see that. Well, nurses are just as important as doctors. They are the face of the hospital. They are the first people that patients see and do a lot of things to help doctors.” 

They just stared at you, shocked by your answer. “What?” 

“A lot of people usually laughed at us for wanting to be nurses. Saying that we’re too stupid to be doctors and that’s why we’re nurses.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “That’s not true. Nurses have to memorize a lot. It isn’t easy and they work just as hard. And from your marks, you all scored really high, so clearly you’re not lacking in the brain department. Just because you don’t have the title of doctor or don’t go to school as long doesn’t mean you’re any less important.”

The three nurses looked at you. It almost seemed like they wanted to cry. “Law, why didn’t you tell us your boss was so cool!” They all cried. “Ah, get off of me!” Still, he didn’t exactly fight them off either.

“What’s going on here?” You look over, seeing Marco join your side as he watches the scene before him. “Would you look at that, he does have a heart,” he mumbled to you, making you elbow him in the ribs. “Be nice.”

You watched the scene for a moment more before you spoke up. “Alright, let’s let Law get back to work. We have some introductions, yeah?” The quartet all split up, Law quickly beelining for the exit once he was free. It truly was nice to see this softer side of him. That was always incredibly important when it came to being a doctor - in your opinion. Some would argue and say otherwise, but you knew what you were about. There was a reason your hospital was one of the top in the region.

Introductions began and you learned their names were Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. They had grown up with Law, meeting him shortly after he left your hospital. They all grew up in the same town and all moved here along with him. Friends for life they had said. It was truly heartwarming. 

You had known Marco in the same way. You knew him before you had become a doctor, but you weren’t really friends. You knew each other in passing because your fathers used to be friends, but you didn’t really start becoming friends until college. Now you were basically attached at the hip. 

Again, you weren’t able to stay for long past introductions as you had meetings to attend to, but you were glad to have been able to witness the cute scene earlier. It also provided some insight on some other things. 

When lunch rolled around, you needed to get out of the office. Meetings made you want to bash your head into the wall already, but with the board of doctors from other hospitals, it was worse. Most of the time it wasn’t even important. They all just wanted to fluff their own egos and brag about whatever they did that week. You couldn’t care less and you were never one to brag, but you had to attend the meetings for a reason you’d long forgotten.

You decided you’d treat the newcomers and your interns to lunch. The nurses were fresh off the press and the interns had glowing reviews for their quarterlies, so you thought you’d treat them to something nice. A welcome and a celebration.

You picked out a nice restaurant, told them to pick out what they wanted, and you’d go get it. The trio of nurses were more than excited to receive free food, so you kept that in mind. Robin had initially declined, saying that her boyfriend was going to come and visit, but you told her to pick something out for him as well. You had met him a few times before and he was…well…super. Fantastic guy. He was full of energy and always treated Robin with the utmost respect. He was her fanboy and she was his fangirl. You could tell they were in love - it was cute.

After grabbing all the food, you started heading back. It wasn’t far from the hospital and you could use the fresh air; you decided to just walk there and back. On your way back, however, you had that feeling again. Ah, shit. How were you supposed to do this with your hands full? Your body moved and you braced yourself for everything crashing to the ground, but your foot stuck out instead, catching someone - everyone knows who - on your leg like a clothesline.

“Again?” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. Rosinante quickly straightened himself out and you stood back up. He looked at you with amazement. “Not only is it you saving me again, but you did it with no hands!” He seemed completely and totally flabbergasted. 

Though, you’re not sure how you always miss him. How do you never see him before the moment of impact? It’s not like he’s exactly the type of person to blend into a crowd. He was insanely tall. Sure, there were other people who were also just as tall, if not taller. You knew of a pastor downtown who was like a skyscraper, and a lot of the Charlotte family had incredibly tall people in their family tree.

But still, how? Especially with how observant you are. Nothing usually slips past you, but he somehow does every single time.

“How do you always show up at the most convenient times?” he asked, still staring at you. You shrugged, giving him a lazy smile. “Maybe it’s fate bringing us together,” you teased, winking at him. You had no idea why you did that, you started mentally scolding yourself. Maybe Marco was getting to you - or at least influencing you.

You watched as his eyes widened and his entire face turned a bright red color. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, shaking your head. “Chill out, I’m only kidding.” You mused, turning to leave. “Alright, be careful!” 

You didn’t want to be around him too long in fear of saying the wrong thing and him finding out everything. It was always a constant fear in the back of your mind. That he’d make all the connections. Who you were in relation to what happened but also being who you were and then things going belly up. What would he even do? You had no idea. Logically nothing, but you couldn’t help but worry in that overthinking brain of yours.

“Wait!” You stopped, mentally cursing. Of course. Fate and her games. “Where are you going with all that food? I could help you!”

You narrowed your eyes, looking him up and down. “I don’t know if I trust you.” He was an incredibly clumsy person and you really didn’t want to have to come back for more food. You already almost lost everything once. You didn’t want to lose it for real.

He shrugged, looking you dead in the eyes. “I think I’ll be fine with you by my side.” 

You weren’t sure if it was the eye contact or with the way he phrased it but now you were the one turning red and he was the one that was smirking. You sputtered for a moment, quickly recovering. “F-Fine.” You let him take some of the food, relaxing a bit more as you weren’t struggling as much. 

On the walk back, you made some small talk. Mostly about his clumsiness since that’s how the two of you kept running into each other. You had to catch him a couple of times so he didn’t end up ruining the food. Then you smelled something…burning?

“What’s that smell?” You stopped, sniffing the air before looking at Rosinante. Your eyes bulged out of your head as you saw that the man was on fire. “What?!” You were floored. Who the hell just caught on fire like that? What the hell? You set your things on the ground before ripping off your jacket and trying to beat the flame.

After it was put out and you were over your initial shock, you picked up your things and continued walking. “Does that happen often?” you asked, referring to the literal roast that Rosinante just received. “Ah, sometimes. Not sure how it happens.”

“Well, when you figure it out, let me know because that’s not normal but it’s also kind of fascinating.” 

The both of you laughed and next thing you knew, you were at the hospital. “Oh, we’re here.”

Rosinante stopped, staring at the building. “Oh, you work here?” There was a mixture of emotions on his face but he pushed those aside to look at you. You nodded at him. “It’s my hospital, actually. I run it.” You grinned widely at him.

His jaw dropped. “That means you know my son! He works here!” You feigned ignorance, pretending to not know. “Oh? Who’s your son?”

“Law! He wanted to be a doctor and he wanted to come here after they saved his life! It’s the whole reason we moved back.” His face softened. “We were also hoping we’d be able to meet our savior if they were still around, but it seems like they want to remain anonymous, just like back then. Which is understandable considering…” He trailed off, looking at you as he realized he was probably saying too much.

You shook your head. “It’s okay, you don’t have to disclose everything to me.” You smirked, winking at him. “But, patient confidentiality and all that, I wouldn’t tell a soul.”

“I’m not a patient though.”

“Did I not treat your wounds the last time I saw you?”

“That…is a good point. I can see why you’re a doctor.”

“Thank you, thank you. My sharp mind is what got me to where I am.” You bowed ostentatiously, making him laugh. A grin spread across your own face.

“Doctor!” You looked over, seeing one of your underground nurses running towards the both of you. “We have an emergency!” You could only imagine what could’ve been happening. With the underground hospital, it could be anything. But, usually, you weren’t exactly needed, so if someone was looking for you, it had to be bad.

You immediately tensed, looking at the man next to you. “Can I ask you for a huge favor?”

“I mean, you’ve saved my ass more than once, I think I can spare a favor or two for you.” He smiled lopsidedly and you offered a small one in return.

“Can you please take the food inside to the front desk so I can deal with this emergency? Just tell them that I told you to drop it off. The receptionist will take it from there.” The man nodded, taking the rest of the food.

“Leave it to me.”

You smiled, thanking him. “You’re a lifesaver. And be careful!” Then you ran off with the nurse, hoping that whatever the emergency was, it wasn’t too awful.

[yoosmekihyun]

Conversations in the Dark (pt. 1)

Summary: After a series of major personal events, you decide to move to New York (in part) so you can have a relationship with your newly discovered half-sister, Karen Page. Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson become additional important figures in your life as you navigate new relationships and figure out how to live your life.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (eventually), we run the spectrum of emotions here

Warnings: mention of death, grief, anxiety, drinking, pining (so much pining), self-deprecation, chapters with sexual content will be marked with their own warnings, violence or attempted violence (i.e. Daredevil related), more possible warnings in the future

Author’s Note: This is pure wish fulfillment and written for my own joy. I haven��t put out anything in at least five years and this is the first time I’ve written something multi-part. I’m not sure how this will go, how long it will be, or how often I will post/update.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 1

The remnants of summer still lingered in the warm September afternoon as you stepped out of the cab in front of the coffee shop. Glancing at your watch, you realized you were still a little early but that’s how you preferred it. This would allow you to order your drink and calm your nerves a little before she arrived.

When your turn came at the counter, you took the barista’s suggestion of the monthly special and moved to wait for your drink. Looking around you noticed the little pieces of fall décor another employee was putting up around the shop giving it a cozier vibe. Once the barista called your name, you found a small empty table in a corner that would allow you to watch the door and enjoy the city street chaos through the large window next to you.

This shouldn’t have been as nerve racking as it was but while you had spoken with your half-sister several times over the last year, you hadn’t seen her in person since your father’s funeral a little over a year ago. You prayed this was a good idea. You needed a win after the heaviness you had dealt with over the last few years. You needed some joy and connection, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity but now you were second guessing yourself.

Just as you were beginning to spiral and doubt your decision for the umpteenth time that day, you heard the ding of the door and watched your half-sister, Karen Page, rush in searching for you. The moment she saw you, she broke into a huge smile and hurried over to envelop you in a hug.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it safely! I hope you weren’t waiting long; I told Matt and Foggy I needed to leave sooner but they’re drowning in a sea of paperwork for a case, and we lost track of time.”

“Don’t worry about it! I’m usually early and you’re only a couple minutes late. No harm, no foul.” You released her from the hug and in that instant, you knew you had made the right decision. You didn’t realize how much you needed a hug from family until that moment and you felt more settled than you had in weeks.

“Do we need to postpone so you can get back to the office? Are you on a time crunch?” you asked.

“Oh, hell no, we are not postponing! They’ll be fine without me for a little while. I want to caffeinate while I hear about how you’re feeling now that you’re here!”

-X-

Your biological father may have been a world class asshole, but at least he had the decency to tell you and Karen about each other before he died. It was weird growing up as an only child to find out as an adult that you had a sister, especially when you had so desperately wished for one when you were younger. For her part, Karen could have decided she didn’t want a sister, but she welcomed you into her life with open arms. Admittedly, you struggled some, not because you were unhappy to find out about her, but because the news came during one of the worst times of your life.

If you had a terrible biological father, then luckily, you had the most amazing mother you could have asked for. When you and Karen found out about each other, you had just received news that your mother had been diagnosed with cancer for the second time. This time, it was late-stage and had spread with abysmal survival rates. This news alone meant your plate was beyond full. The idea of figuring out how to grieve the parent who didn’t want you while struggling to accept the awful news about your mother was overwhelming. It was nothing to say of the struggles to cultivate a new relationship with your sister under your poorly hidden sorrow, but Karen had been lovely and understanding. She did so much of the early legwork to develop your relationship, checking on you when she knew you were focused on your mother and often reminding you to do basic tasks to take care of yourself.

When your mother passed in the late spring, you were understandably devastated. She had been your sounding board your entire life and, without her, you felt unmoored. Thankfully, Karen had been there. She hadn’t been able to come to the funeral, but she called you every day for the first couple weeks after to make sure you were eating, hydrating, and showering. She listened to your stories and cried with you when the grief threatened to eat you alive.

During a conversation expressing your untethered feelings, Karen raised the idea that led you to the coffee shop in the midst of Hell’s Kitchen.

“Hey, I know you’re not sure what to do but…what if you moved here? Maybe a big change of pace and scenery will help you move forward.”

If you were being honest, moving to New York was an idea you had for a long time. You had applied to Columbia and NYU in your final year of high school but a full ride to a local university secured your undergrad path. Despite this decision, you never let go of the idea of New York. When Karen tentatively suggested the idea, it was like your mother was holding a huge neon sign for you, telling you to get off your ass and GO! A light burst into life within you, and you scrambled to make the arrangements so you could move as soon as possible.

-X-

Once Karen had her coffee and settled into her seat, you relayed some of your travel mishaps and your ideas and loose plans for her input.

“Honestly, I can’t really believe I’m here. It’s all still so surreal. But I’m hoping the apartment hunting will help ground me a little and once I can actually get my things here, it’ll start to sink in.”

“That makes sense. I imagine it’ll feel more like a vacation until you have your things around you. I’m so glad you’re here to experience fall in New York! I think you’ll love it,” Karen gushed, beaming at you.

As you grinned at Karen, you felt a peace and a warmth spread in your chest that you hadn’t felt since before your mom passed. You reached across the table and grasped her hand. “Thank you, Karen, for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you this last year. I’m so grateful you’re my sister.”

Karen’s eyes started to well up as she gripped your hand in return, “I’m grateful you’re my sister too.”

Shocking you both out of the moment, Karen’s phone buzzed, and she rolled her eyes once she saw the caller ID. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. He knows I’m with you so I’m not sure why Foggy’s calling.” You waved her to answer it, unbothered by the interruption as it gave you a moment to reign in your emotions a little more. You didn’t need to start sobbing in the middle of a coffee shop; you’d have your bigger emotions in private later.

You took a sip of your coffee as you heard Karen’s exasperated tone, “Yes Foggy I know it’s a big deal. YES, I know we need the revenue. Okay, okay but you both know why I took an extended break and who I’m with…Seriously?? Now? Ugh, fine. You both owe me AND Y/N for interrupting.”

Karen sighed as she ended the call and looked at you apologetically. Before she could even say anything, you started, “Let me guess, they need you back ASAP because they don’t know how to function without you?”

She chuckled and confirmed, “Basically. He also asked me to bring back coffee. They’re losing steam fast. If you’re not too tired, do you want to walk back with me? You can meet them, so you know who to look for when we get drinks at Josie’s tonight!”

“Wait, what’s Josie’s?”

“It’s this local dive bar that Matt and Foggy love and they want to welcome you to the city! We planned on going tonight if you felt up to it, but we can do another night or somewhere else if that works better for you?”

You could tell Karen was a little nervous. Whether it was encouraging you to meet her co-workers and friends so quickly or having you go drinking your first night in an unfamiliar city, you didn’t know but you wanted to start living your life, not hide away in a hotel room.

“That all sounds great! I love a good dive bar, sounds like my kind of place.”

Fresh coffees in hand, you and Karen made your way back to her office making small talk about the neighborhood and places to consider when you went apartment hunting the following day with a recommended broker. You wanted to be near Karen, not necessarily in her building, but within walking distance so it would be easy to see each other when you wanted.

You nearly missed the sign “Nelson, Murdock, and Page” until Karen directed you to the door next to it. Once you made it to the interior door, you could hear the loud voices before Karen opened the office door.

“I come bearing caffeine. If you want it, stop arguing and get out here so you can meet my sister!”

You heard chairs scraping right before you saw a tall, blonde man with a huge smile step out of a side room. Holding out his hand for you to shake he said, “Hi! I’m Franklin Nelson but you can call me Foggy.”

Unable to hold back your grin, you took his hand for a quick shake and replied “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The sheer happiness and light that shone out of Foggy reminded you of your mother. You knew this man was going to be your friend, come hell or highwater.

Behind Foggy you could hear a shuffling sound and you peered around him. Once you saw the other man, you nearly forgot to breathe. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you gazed at easily the most beautiful man you had ever seen in person. Like Foggy, he had his sleeves rolled up to just under the elbow and the top button of his shirt was undone along with a loosened tie. His red reflective glasses did nothing to distract from the sharp jawline and days-old stubble. His dark hair was slightly mussed, as if he had recently been running a hand through it. As beautiful as he was standing before you, you were most distracted by his mouth. It was lush and soft while still looking deliciously male and it was quirked up on one side like he was in on some kind of joke you had missed.

Loudly, someone cleared their throat and shook you out of your stare. You realized you had missed something as Karen looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk and Foggy was shaking his head while rolling his eyes.

You gave a little embarrassed chuckle as your cheeks flushed, “Um, sorry, what did I miss? I’m a little out of it, all the excitement and travel today.”

The beautiful man gave a full smile and you nearly stopped breathing again. He stepped forward and with one hand extended, he repeated,

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Matt Murdock.”

Copyright © 2023 by yoosmekihyun. All rights reserved.

[annakie]

Fixing The House Part Nine: Within a Room, Somewhere.

Part One: I Do Not, In Fact, Have the Power

Part Two: Let’s Spend Lots of Money!

Part Three: All These Things That I’ve Done

Part Four: I Really Want to Stay At My House

A little interlude.

Part Five: Power Down

Part Six: You Will Leave Some Paint

Part Seven: Backwards to go Forwards

Part Eight: Master of Bathrooms

Another update? Already?

Yeah, we are really starting to close in on the end now. Probably 2 more days of Arturo's time and my checklist of what's left will be all checked off. I have slightly mixed emotions about that, but we'll get there! Last time, I posted in extreme depth about the master bathroom. I promised an update on that when the last two things happened, and they did! So we'll start with that, then I think we're just going to do all three of the bedrooms (or what should be bedrooms) because a lot of what happened in these three rooms was a lot the same.

MASTER BATH FINAL UPDATE

First, art prints came in so I did, after a mere twelve years, decorate the medicine cabinets with art. It was more annoying to get them in than I was hoping for but both bathrooms art looks perfect so I'm happy with the results.

Just a lil Monet in pretty complementary green and brown.

And, the big thing was, the new window was put in today!!

So one of the reasons it took so long was Arturo was trying to get the window without bars. But he went to several places that said they had the right window without bars but all of them were either in a salmon color and we definitely wanted white, or they just lied. This morning he sent me a picture of a window with bars and I was just like "Get it, I just want the new window DONE!"

Soooo....

Oh hey, a window you can see out of? Amazing. Honestly looks great and I'm happy with it. They painted the entire windowsill white, which I didn't love but I get why. I might try re-painting it to cream later, though. Or that might look terrible. :p

So yeah, now the master bathroom is completely done. No items on the checklist. First room to earn that honor!

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THE MASTER BEDROOM

Now, lets move on to the bedrooms, starting with the master bedroom.

It's a bedroom. There's almost never exciting pictures of a bedroom. But there's a couple of pre-move-in pics?

Along with a very "I have little money and this is the only shit I own and I just moved in" type pic at the top."

And yeah that is the bedroom suite I drastically overpaid for in these pics.

It was better a year later.

Big regret though forever is going to be keeping those ugly green blinds up for 21 years. It was so easy to change those a couple of months ago? I mean Jorge did it, not me, but I both could and should have. They were not good at keeping light out in addition to their uglyness and many had broken tabs that had to be repaired.

The color was Dusty Apricot in there for 21 years, pretty cozy and tbh I was pretty happy with it the entire time. Almost didn't change it when it came time this year.

Probably could dig up some pics of when it had the white carpet from 2009 to 2019 but... that's OK. Much more pleasant memories when I got the laminate put in. Here, I had yet to put most stuff back into the room, I was just so damn happy to not have carpet anymore.

So for the renovation, obviously getting the sliding glass door replaced was definitely the biggest and most important part. I cannot tell you how much better life is with that new door. The best thing is that it dampens sound so much better. Like I could hear every dog in a block radius barking before it felt like. Now, if I have my white noise machine going, I don't even hear my next door neighbor's dog barking. They're very courteous about not letting the dog bark a long time usually, anyway. Can't say the same for the across the alley neighbors. It's just such a relief. And not to mention of course the temperature control, which I did last time.

I would wake up all the time to dogs barking. I already posted at length in part six about the new door with pics but I just want to reiterate how much I love that damn door for so many reasons. Looks, the fact that it's so much quieter AND makes everything else quieter, and temperature control. Truly if I could go back and make myself do ONE THING years ago instead of now, it would probably be that door.

I also posted in part six about the ceiling fans, and hell yeah I still love the fan.

And THEN I posted before that in the Interlude about the wall color, a bit.

That painting hangs over my bed and it means so much to me. I've probably posted about it somewhere before, but when I got my new job in 2012, they also hired a new office manager, Mary, at about the same time as me and we got along great. We both kind of hinted at our bosses that the office was ugly and unwelcoming to clients and had a lot of wasted space.

So here's a post about what we did together, me and Mary, with some pics but not of the painting, which is one of the things we bought to liven up the office. We saw it, both LOVED IT, and bought it. It hung up behind the front desk, it was the first thing you saw when walking in the front door, every day until late 2017 when the company got bought out and things went to shit.

I've talked about that job a lot, both when I had it and after, here on tumblr and how much I LOVED it there, so many of us who worked there did. It was a great place to work and all of us in IT and Development and a handful of others (like Mary) became really close work-friends. It was a special place that was still a job and we didn't do the "We're a family!" bullshit there, but it was like, a great job. I set up a Discord when things went south and it's still active. My Sunday Night D&D game started at that job and we're still playing. And there are ten of us from there who work at the place I work now because we try to stick together. (There are other clumps of people together at other jobs, too.)

Mary and I had a joking rivalry about who was going to be the first one to steal THE PAINTING and hang it up in our own homes.

Mary left the company (along with everyone else) not too long into things Going to Shit. And not long after the new company announced we would be moving to a different office. They more or less let those of us who were left take whatever we wanted, and there's stuff to talk about there, but that day I walked out with The Painting. I think at one point someone from the new company asked what happened to it since they liked it and I just played dumb. In my head I was playing no fucking way I'm telling you it's in my house.

So yeah, it got hung up over my bed not long after and so when it was time to decide to repaint the master bedroom, the bedroom would get painted FOR The Painting.

I pulled the main orange, called Chivalry Copper (have I mentioned I like copper yet?) straight out of the painting, as shown above. And knowing it was a crazy color to paint an entire bedroom, Sweet Orange, the top color on that card, was for the other three walls.

It turns out that Sweet Orange isn't that different than Dusty Apricot, lol. A bit lighter, slightly less pink, but pretty close.

Honestly I'm well aware that the colors here, or in any room, aren't for everyone, and this is a particularly crazy choice for a master bedroom, but I love it.

So another decision that happened was... all of the trim getting painted white. You can see in the original pre-move-in pics that allt he trim had been like a pinkish cream color. I painted it all the cream that's in the master bathroom I talked about last time, but because of a chain of decisions, it only made sense to re-do all trim and doors just pure white. It was a good decision.

You can also see here, compared to the pic right above it, that I got a new vent cover. All vent covers were replaced. They were all rusty and had been painted over several times and pretty gross, and now they look fantastic.

Also in this pic is the new closet door hardware. Every closet got the same oil-rubbed bronze door handles, instead of gold handles from the 1960's. Just bringing even the little details up to the modern. Oil-rubbed bronze is basically black and copper and.. something something... me and copper.

All of the closet doors had ISSUES before, I think there was one of five bedroom doors that moved easily and stayed on the track. Literally just today, Arturo fixed all of the closet doors in the house so they all work as intended.

And honestly I thought a few days ago how the closet doors were like an analogy for this house as a whole. Technically, they worked, mostly, but they were all a little bit shitty, each in their own way. They had been fixed up OK a long time ago and just got a little bit worse and a little bit worse and were dated but now not in a super obvious way anymore. But then a fresh coat of paint, replacing the visual with a more modern handle and a little elbow grease from Arturo and voila... still the same door... just way freaking better!

I think I mentioned this before, but every interior door handle ALSO got changed out also to oil-rubbed bronze handles, ten doors in total. Both of these things were Arturo suggestions that I absolutely had not thought about and when he was like "Uh, hey, you going to put in new doorknobs?" I basically smacked myself in the head. Another thing I just never thought about.

I even swapped out four of the doorknobs myself. I would have done more but I couldn't get the old handles off myself, lol.

There's a better version of this picture but it doesn't have Fry in it, so is it actually better? No.

In the master this door was rebalanced so it didn't automatically close today, I didn't even ask Arturo for that, it was just driving HIM crazy so he did it, lol.

That full-length mirror is also new, I never had one in the house and wanted one! Annnnd every door also got a doorstop, also in Oil-rubbed bronze. Many doors didn't have them before.

My bedroom isn't exactly picture-ready-perfect yet, but I'm OK with it.

Along this wall, a few new things. First, the speakers. Those used to be in the office, but my dad gave me new speakers a few months ago.

I bought this little receiver, $35, yeah it's a bad picture, sorry, after the speakers were mounted I connected them to that, and it has bluetooth so I can run music from my phone to the bedroom easily. Sounds amazing. I used to sleep with a little Soundcore 3 bluetooth speaker, which TBH, I would highly recommend if you're in the market for a little bluetooth speaker, it is great. But having two big speakers in the bedroom, even better.

Also in that pic, I painted a little bookshelf the copper color. It'd been in rough shape looks-wise since I acquired it like 25 years ago, and finally it looks cute.

The little white table near the door is brand new, just put it together last night. It holds my white noise machine. I didn't like it so close to my head on the nighttand. Already made the little drawer on that table a junk drawer, but at least my dresser is mostly clutter free. Mostly. There's more work to do.

Still on order is a new white bookshelf that has a cabinet at the bottom, should be here Friday. Going to put it in that far corner and the outside boys' Meow Mix will be going in there, along with the towels for the master bath, to get the rest of the bath clutter out and put somewhere logical. May need to move that TAH poster or the Ninja poster. Plus, I need a little more book storage.

My house has a serious lack of storage and one of the things you'll see in a few places is that I'm working on fixing that as I can.

Also, hey! Ugly green blinds are GONE. Instead, a heavy blackout curtain!

I'm aware that dark grey isn't exactly the most matching color for the room but tbh, that I don't care about. The important thing to me was that the curtain actually blacked out light so I could have a very dark bedroom at any point I was trying to sleep in it. Thinking maybe I should have gone with dark brown instead, but maybe I'll make that change later.

I have a memory foam mattress that doesn't have a cooling component (which, at some point when I have money again I may fix) so generally I just sleep with a sheet until it gets actually cold. Too hot for anything else.

And Fry and Pemily of course have their beds on my bed. Fry uses his a lot. Pemily... only when it's cold, otherwise she just sleeps on the bed directly.

I had Arturo install SIX outlets (instead of just two) next to the bed so I can charge ALL THE THINGS. Two are the bedside lamp and the reading lamp above, though. Not all of these things are ever all in use at the same time. I just have two USBC cords, a MicroUSB, my Fitbit charger and... something else I'm forgetting here.

Just a little quality of life change so I don't have to have a power strip under the table. Way more organized this way.

I already made a note after seeing this to get Arturo to fix the drywall here.

Okay so that's the Master Bedroom! I'm so much happier with it now!

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Since I talked about all of that stuff there, doing the other two rooms will be much quicker.

But also... I'm tired and want to do something else now, so I'm going to wrap this up and next time we'll talk about the Guest Room and Living room!

[theknightlywolfe]

I remember hearing he was dead *in school*. Like, it was specifically brought up as something that had just happened and people were talking about the reactions. Like the wall coming down was mentioned and we talked about it (and I watched that happening on TV).

And back then, you got what the mainstream media and the handful of non-cable channels were willing to give you in regards to news and politics, especially international politics. (Most people didn't have cable, it was new and expensive) There was no real resource for finding things out otherwise. Note, I was on the internet already but it didn't have news. It had nerds and the military. Spam didn't exist yet because there was nothing to spam. And we were a rarity to have the internet in our house. I was beta testing fricking Compuserve. Raise your hand if you are old enough to recognize that name.

Not knowing he hadn't died wasn't really possible at the time for the average Joe/Jane. Someone said he had, that's kinda what we had to go on. And that probably got passed around at the same time as people explaining who the hell he was and why it mattered that he'd died.

Finding out years later, well into the internet being a real thing, of course I went to go see what was what. But it was *years and years* later. Until someone specifically memed about him being dead but not really, I hadn't even thought of him since finding out he died and why that mattered. I can't recall how many people died in San Francisco during the AIDS crisis and I lived nearby during the whole damn thing. I contributed to the quilt.

And the reality is, living on the other side of the planet, it's a bloody shock that it even came up back in the day. It's not like I know the name of who is in charge of Australia or Switzerland or Sweden. I'd challenge people who don't live in the countries to name the heads of Chile, Uruguay, or Vietnam without looking it up. The reality is there are too many countries and too many politicians for everyone to know who they all are. 99% of you probably didn't remember Shinzo Abe's name until he got shot. Not because "oh, racist" but because memory isn't perfect and it focuses on what you need to live your daily life.

Should we all know more about international politics? Probably, we're an integrated global society and economy. But there is only so much time and so much energy and we have other things going on. Most of the world probably wouldn't have known about Liz Truss if it weren't for the lettuce. But please, since your memories are so perfect, please, remind me how many people died of COVID in South Africa in 2020 without looking it up. That was only a couple years ago. We had the internet already and counts were updated daily. One of the biggest, most wide spread things to happen to the entire world, surely that means it's very important to everyone. How about Brazil, home of the world's "lungs"? Can't do it? Maybe a couple of *decades* will improve your memory.

And if it was just Mandela, yeah, sure, maybe people are racist, but it's not just Mandela. It's also a camp movie and two of the longest running children's books series and the fricking Disney movies opener. Because, once more, memory isn't perfect.

And seriously people, the Mandela effect is a joke. People are joking when they say alternate universe. It's gallows humour to get through tough times.

gotta be honest and say it's a insane to me that a bunch of people 'misremembered' nelson mandela dying in prison in the 80s even though he lived to become the president of south africa in the 90s and instead of thinking 'wow, i really should learn a bit more about international politics outside of north america and europe because not knowing such a basic fact like this about one of the most influential political figures of all time is kind of embarrassing', they became convinced that this was proof that parallel realities exist and they were somehow having memories of an universe where mandela died in prison somehow. that's presumptuous on a level i can barely conceive of

[mionemymind]

Chapter 9: The Truth

Fake Memories

Series Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge?

Chapter Summary: The after effects of the attack on New York have changed everything for the Avengers, Wanda, and Y/n. 

A/n: I have managed to write this all within one day. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes but please let me know your thoughts love :) (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Fighting, Hydra, Blood, Mentions of Death, Anxiety, Curse Words

Word Count: 4.9k

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |

Covered in ash, dirt, and dried-up blood, Steve was a walking disaster as he paced through the hospital waiting room. Well, if you would call it a hospital that is. It’s been less than an hour since the Avengers have controlled the fires in New York but the troubling news of Y/n and Wanda brought them to a halt.

They quickly rushed to the “hospital”, which was just an empty leased building before being revamped into a hospital for this emergency. The walls were made up of light green curtains. You couldn’t even separate the blood-curling screams from down the hall to the one next to you.

“Stop pacing Rogers. You’re making my head hurt,” Tony said as he sat next to his suit. He had managed to borrow one of the hospital’s tablets to see if there were any updates that could remotely be done to the tower. So far, no luck had been made to reboot F.R.I.D.A.Y or power up the building in general. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he bit back.

Before Tony could say anything, Natasha lightly elbowed him in the stomach to keep him hushed. Now was not the time to start fighting especially at a time like this. “Are you any closer to powering up the tower?” She asked. If Natasha was nervous, she sure as hell didn’t show it. While the assassin did have a similar beat-up look like Steve, her composure was almost too relaxed. However, if Steve cared to notice, he could quickly see how big of a lie that was but his mind was only focused on the two youngest Avengers.

On the other side of the building lied Wanda and Y/n. The only thing separating those two was the thin green curtain and the team of tired nurses and doctors that surrounded them. And while the two have been closer before, this was the first time in a while that they both slept peacefully by each other. It didn’t matter the circumstances of how they slept, but rather what they dreamt...and it was of each other.

“What do you think we would have been like if we lived normal lives?” It was a late afternoon on a sunny day in spring. Wanda and Y/n laid down in the grass under a tree that shadowed them from the sun. Today was one of their off days and seeing as the weather was nice, the two felt like it was a perfect time to go to the park.

“Well, we would obviously attend school.” Wanda was lying down on her back with a dandelion in her hand as Y/n laid on her side, using her left hand to support her head. “I can honestly see you as being the popular person or maybe even the President of some type of political club.”

“What makes you say that?” The soft breeze that covered them came once again, which blew the pappis away. The small frown on Wanda’s faced made it hard for Y/n to focus but she still responded, “You just have this powerful aura to you, Wanda. When you talk, people listen. But what you do better is how easy it is for us to believe you. That’s something not a lot of leaders can do.”

“You make it sound like I’ll be the next President of the United States,” Wanda replied jokingly. “I wish.” Wanda pushed Y/n back slightly as she laughed but all Y/n did was smile at the action. “But what about me? What do you think I would be like?”

Putting her finger to her chin, Wanda thought for a moment before saying, “Honestly, without your powers, you are probably a film nerd at heart. Maybe just a nerd in general.”

“Hey! Now you’re just being mean.” Wanda rolled her eyes as she threw away the dandelion stem. She turned her head to face Y/n. There was this adoration in her eyes that quickly made Y/n blush. “Who cares. All I know is if anyone decides to mess with you, they’ll obviously have to go through me.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me the President of the political science club is going to come to my rescue?”

“Duh! I’ll probably yell at them or something. If not, I’m not afraid to get nasty.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“How’d you let them get away?” Fury said as he walked into the hospital that Y/n was at. The man was not in his finest hour. First, the mass destruction of New York city was blasting on the news. Reporters and anchors are not looking in favor for the heroes regardless of the actions they’ve taken to try and minimize the damage. Many were angry at the mere fact that this happened at all.

“Someone on their team had quickly teleported them to safety,” Carol stated. The girl has been feeling nothing but guilt for the past hour. Although she did save Wanda and Y/n, the state she had found them in only did worse for her thoughts. “Even if I did try to catch up to them, the lack of response from Wanda and Y/n meant something. I probably couldn’t have faced them alone if I tried.”

Before Fury could have walked any further into the building, Carol grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to look at her. “Her ears were bleeding Nick...I think they did something to her head again.”

Wanda woke up with a slight headache, the dream vaguely on her mind. As she started to grasp her surroundings, she only grew more confused. “Where am I?” She thought. The loud beeping beside her combined with screams and loud thoughts overwhelmed Wanda. Feeling the need to get out, she quickly started to remove the various wires on her as the recent events caught up to her. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lay back down,” the nurse asked kindly.

“Where’s Y/n?” Wanda almost lost her balance as she stepped off her bed. She used the nurse in front of her to regain her balance, before walking out of her “room”. “Ma’am, I’m not going to ask again, please lay back down or I will have to get security.”

The threat was the last thing on Wanda’s mind. All she could focus on was finding Y/n. Using her powers, she closed her eyes and tried to sense where Y/n was. Considering the girl was right beside her, it didn’t take long for Wanda to find out.

Quickly walking over to the side of her room, Wanda pushed the curtain to the side but the sight in front of her made everything stop. There was Y/n, battered and bruised. There was drywall dust on her face along with dried-up blood. “Y/n,” Wanda whispered in disbelief. Much to Wanda’s dismay, Y/n didn’t respond. She remained unresponsive on the bed.

Reaching out to try and hold her hand, Wanda was pulled back by the same nurse. “Ma’am, please let the doctors and nurses do their jobs while you go back to your bed.” Wanda shrugged off her hand, her eyes glowing red as she said, “Don’t.”

Wanting to be by Y/n’s side, Wanda tried to walk towards her again but Steve’s voice made her stop. “Wanda.” Turning back around, Wanda first noticed just how beat up Steve was. His helmet was off which made Steve oddly look like a raccoon. If times were different, maybe Wanda would have laughed. Instead, she stormed out of the room, feeling more overwhelmed.

“I’m sorry about her ma’am,” Steve said with a courteous nod.

Wanda sat on the ledge of the roof. The slight breeze of the night was coursing past her as she mindlessly fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit she developed after her parents’ death. It was during a harsher breeze that Wanda touched her forehead where the slight open injury was at. She had left the floor just moments ago and somehow her feet led her here. Although she knew that she needed someone to look at the injuries she sustained, her mind was focused elsewhere. It was plagued with thoughts about the girl that was still entrapped in a room full of doctors that had no clue how to treat her. Wanda knew it was wrong of her to read their minds, but she hoped that at least one of them at least knew where to start. Panic and anxiety filled the redhead’s body the more she realized that no one knew how to help Y/n. Soon, the room felt as if it was enclosing on her. Before Steve realized she was about to break down, she left to sort out her thoughts and emotions.

Wanda had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t noticed Carol leaning against the entrance of the roof. The blonde was only a couple of feet away from Wanda wearing black sweatpants and a shirt. The girl was wrapping up a mission when she saw the text from Y/n. Carol didn’t know whether the drop in her heart was from the fake feelings Memory Man had created or whether she genuinely cared about the girl’s wellbeing. It didn’t matter though. What mattered was Y/n’s safety.

Carol leaned up against the ledge while surveying the view. They were a foot away from each other but it didn’t take a mind reader to know that both girls were thinking about Y/n. Ironically enough, they each had their separate thoughts about how they failed to protect Y/n. For Wanda, she felt as if she was the sole reason that Y/n got hurt. If she had only conquered her abilities more, Y/n wouldn’t have had to sacrifice herself again just to protect her. Not only that, but Wanda felt beyond frustrated with herself for being so frozen and paralyzed as the enemy hurt Y/n right in front of her eyes. There was nothing holding her back besides herself and that was something that will haunt her for a while. For Carol, she felt that if she were just a bit faster and maybe not a galaxy away, she would have reached them in time to help.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Wanda sidely glanced at Carol. The first thing she noticed was her attire. It didn’t take long for the dots to connect before she realized that it was Y/n’s clothes Carol was wearing. Wanda bit her tongue at the ounce of jealousy and resentment that decided to rise within her. This was no time to start arguments especially with the person that helped Y/n just in the nick of time. So Wanda had opted for a different but just as difficult route. “Thank you.”

Carol heard but decided to remain silent. Clearing her throat, Wanda continued, “I’m not sure what would have happened if you hadn’t found us.” Finally, the two made eye contact as Carol glanced at Wanda. “I’m only here for Y/n,” Carol deadpanned. Wanda choked at her words but still had a serious composure. They both looked back at the city but there was a more tense feeling in the air. Carol hadn’t cared if the words had hurt Wanda. What she cared for was Y/n. But the looming question in the back of her head was always if this was a genuine feeling or if it was forced. However, the way her heart overwhelmingly felt angered at the person beside her, she knew that at this time, the feeling was genuine.

Subconsciously, Wanda felt the emotions that leaked out of the blonde. She didn't need to go in her mind to realize that. It felt like Carol’s guard was down leading her aura to be seen. It had covered the area surrounding the two in such a suffocating manner that Wanda felt like she couldn’t breathe. The two most compelling emotions were the anger she held for her and the love she had for Y/n. As she cracked her knuckles, Carol muttered, “It is quite ridiculous the things Y/n continuously goes through for a team that can barely return the favor.”

“You don’t get to-”

“Now listen here. I don’t quite care much for your team. Frankly, y���all don’t deserve Y/n.” The two faced each other with such intensity that one wrong move could cause a fight with two of the galaxy’s most powerful superheroes. “But if I’m being honest, you don’t deserve Y/n.” Wanda’s fists clenched at Carol’s words. It took everything out of the redhead to not fling Carol out of New York, because how dare she accuse her of such atrocities.

“If I were you, I would stop where you’re at,” Wanda said threateningly. The spiral scarlet glow in her eyes only made Carol chuckle. “You know you’re not the only one with powers.” Carol’s fist glowed with the same intensity as Wanda’s eyes. But the threats were pointless as the two had stopped at the same time.

“You don’t see it but you should feel lucky Wanda.” Cocking her eyebrow, Wanda responded with, “And why is that?” The redhead remained in a defensive stance as she crossed her arms. Carol walked closer to her and placed her hand on Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda was still tense but it slightly faltered when she saw how serious Carol was. “There’s a girl out there that loves you even when her mind and heart tell her otherwise.” And with that, Carol left Wanda to herself.

The burning feeling in his legs shouldn’t have felt familiar but it did. It reminded him of the body that he held through New York’s streets. It reminded him of the blood all over his hands and clothes. It reminded him of that fateful night that he failed.

And as he stormed into the hospital with nobody in his hands, something in the way that the team looked made his blood drain. Before Bucky could ask about Y/n’s whereabouts, Beth had walked in. Seeing her familiar face caused Bucky to be slightly relaxed but still anxious about what she could possibly say.

“I have an update on Y/n’s health.” Carol had walked into the room and her attention immediately landed on Beth. “Tell us, Beth,” Fury said.

“As of right now, she will be fine. The doctors have her hooked up to a solution that is allowing her regeneration abilities to work. But-,” before Beth could finish her update, Tony had stood up and loudly commented, “- Great, now that we know Ms. Hydra is okay, can we get back to the real issue at hand?”

As Carol was about to advance to Tony, it was Beth’s words that made the room quiet. “Of course it would be the self-righteous billionaire that would talk shit.” Tony’s head snapped towards Beth. “Excuse me?!”

Beth glared back at Tony, not daring to back down. Her arms were crossed as she continued, “Don’t act like you can’t hear me, or is your ego too far high for you to actually listen?”

Walking towards Beth, Tony said, “Listen here you son of a-” Before Tony could get any closer to Beth, Bucky had used his arm to stop him. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Tony forcefully removed Bucky’s hand from his chest. He stepped away from Beth, not wanting to deal with what he thinks of as just some pathetic nurse.

“You know what the real issue is Tony - actually - all of you. It’s the fact that you seriously think of Y/n to be this villain.” Beth had let out a dark chuckle at the irony of the situation. “Or have you forgotten the shit you’ve ALL done? Let’s name them, shall we?”

“Beth-” Beth glared at Bucky. She didn’t care if this wasn’t the time nor the place for this conversation, because God was she so tired of them. “Tony, remember all the weapons that you’ve created for mass destruction and have yet to actually own up to the consequences of them?”

“I would stop there if I were you before-”

“Before what?!” Beth said as she threw her hands up. “Before you sue me?! Before you attack me?! Oh - that’s it, isn’t it? What are you gonna do? Kill me? Like how you did with Y/n?!” The room grew more silent as everyone besides Bucky and Beth digested her words. “It’s honestly sad how a bunch of adults has managed to push a KID to take their life away. All for what?! Because you thought she cheated on Wanda! News fucking flash - she didn’t even fucking cheat.”

“What?” Steve said. The shock of Beth’s words was still affecting him. “It was Memory Man. He had put fake memories in Y/n’s and mine’s heads. That was the whole reason we kissed - wait - did you not know about this?” The team was frozen while Carol and Fury impatiently waited for answers.

Not caring to wait for their pathetic excuses, Beth said, “It’s not like it matters what they have to say. They don’t even care for Y/n but for those that actually do. Right now we have no clue what her mind is going to be like. Memory Man has already given her enough damages before and considering we don’t know the full extent of his powers, we can only wait till she wakes up to see if she will actually be okay. Now if you don’t mind, I have a patient to take care of.”

Before Beth could leave, Bucky grabbed onto her arm. He gave her a look but Beth wasn’t having any of it. Ripping her arm from his grip, she stated, “Don’t Bucky. You know how much your family has hurt her. So don’t just stand there and act like they’re saints especially since you know how much Y/n needed you.”

It’s been a couple of days since the attack in New York and Y/n has since woken up. She has barely spoken to Beth, Bucky, Carol, or Fury. Although Estell’s presence would have been welcomed, Beth has yet to tell the girl the news of Estell’s death. Unfortunately, during the attack, she was shot and killed on sight by Hydra. The only reason Beth knew was from the long list of deaths she read on TV.

“We need to transport Y/n to a different location,” Fury said in a small meeting that consisted of only Bucky and Carol. “I agree. Since Hydra has managed to infiltrate the tower once, who knows when they’ll do it again.”

“That’s why a different country will do her better than here.” Fury sighed at the decision that was laid upon them. New locations will always be hard to adjust to but that wasn’t all of it. “Wanda will remain as Y/n’s guard.”

Abruptly standing from her chair, the loud screeched filled the room. “Are you serious?!” Fury’s expression didn’t change as Carol only grew with rage. “She could hardly take care of herself during the attack. What makes you think she could possibly take care of Y/n?”

“The girl was simply outnumbered. We all were.” Moving to get the file that was beside him, he slid it on the table. Bucky grabbed it and had started to silently read it. “But I need the both of you on the front lines. After what Beth has said, I need you two to make sure that the team is actually doing their job. They were supposed to have found out about Hydra’s plans before the attack, now I’m starting to think they didn’t even try.”

Carol was still angry at Fury’s decision to which he sighed. “You will know of Y/n’s location at all times. I will let her have a remote that when activated should send you a signal. Since you’re back on Earth, you’ll get to her in seconds.” Carol sat back down in her seat. Although she was still mad at Fury’s decision, she felt better knowing that Y/n could signal her for help.

“Now, I need you to say your goodbyes for now. Y/n leaves in an hour.”

Wanda stood in the foyer of the hanger as various agents loaded up the quinjet with materials that she and Y/n would need for the time they were gone. She was informed of the last-minute decision just moments ago by Fury himself.

“Please take care of her.”

The words echoed in her head as it had been the only time she’s seen Fury actually care deeply for somebody else. Before she could ponder more about it, Beth had interrupted Wanda’s thoughts. “Wanda?”

Turning around to the source of the sound, Wanda stood in front of a young blonde woman with intense eyes. “I’m Beth,” she said as she held out her hand. Wanda reluctantly shook it, not quite sure as to who this lady actually was. “I’m Y/n’s friend.”

“Great, another pretty girl I have to worry about,” Wanda thought. “Well, I’m also her nurse but I think she would consider me her friend as well.” Wanda stood awkwardly not really knowing how to respond.

Using this opportunity, Beth handed Wanda a bag full of medicine and vitamins. “I know this will be a lot to ask of you but could you please take care of Y/n?” There was no doubt in Wanda’s mind that this girl in front of her meant well. The nurturing feeling in her aura surrounded Wanda.

“That girl has been through a lot and I would know.” Confused by the intensity of her words, Wanda couldn’t help but ask, “How do you know this?”

“I’ve been her nurse for a while now.” This news only confused Wanda even more. “Was she injured before the attack?”

“What is it with you guys and not knowing a single thing about Y/n?” Beth thought. She started to get irritated at the thought of another Avenger hurting Y/n. She could only hope Wanda was different from the rest. However, Wanda heard Beth’s thoughts and said, “What do you know that I don’t?”

Beth scoffed at the question and replied, “The truth.” The simplicity of her answer made Wanda internally roll her eyes. Whether she admitted it or not, she had started to feel territorial over the fact somebody else knew Y/n better than her.

“Wanda let’s go!” Fury yelled from afar. The two looked over and saw Y/n hug Carol, Fury, and Bucky goodbye. Oddly enough, she looked emotionless when she did it. “Just please don’t fuck up again.” Wanda didn’t answer respond back to Beth because if she did, something bitchy would have probably left her mouth. Instead, she walked over and into the quinjet. She buckled into the seat closest to Y/n but the girl didn’t give any attention to Wanda. She remained silent and focused on her hands for the whole ride while Wanda thought more and more about what Beth meant.

“Now that we’re all here let’s get started.” Fury turned on the projector and the first image the was on the screen was New York on fire during the attack. “So far, we’ve received word that there have been 125 casualties and approximately around 500 critical injuries suffered from the attack.” Click.

“However, we face a bigger number when it comes to those that are currently missing. Estimating from 600 - 1000 people are found to be missing. And since we have efficiently cleared the rumble from the damages, our sources have found out how they’ve gone missing.” Click.

Footage of the event was playing but in the location of the subways. One by one, explosions could be seen in various parts of different train passages. It didn’t take long for Hydra soldiers to infiltrate the train systems but all camera footage cut to black. “Hydra has effectively taken hostages of those that were on the train during that night. They have used bombs to blast any chance of us going after them in these tunnels.”

“Is there a way to locate the subways?” Steve asked. “Since New York hardly invests in their transportation department, they are unable to track any of their subways. More than likely, Hydra has already disposed of them in case they were to be tracked.” Click.

“What we need is to figure out where these people have gone. This many hostages taken is something we cannot allow. And considering we have hardly been able to figure out their plans before the attack, I can only assume the worse when it comes to this.” Fury turned the projector off and continued his speech.

“Bucky and Carol will be removed from their current missions to assist the team with this situation. There will be absolutely no complaints about this. Any signs of lack of cooperation, I will gladly remove you and ban you from missions indefinitely.” Fury looked around the team once more and felt disgusted at the people he has to work with. Giving them no time to reply, he left the room not being able to stand the sight of them anymore.

Since they were dismissed, part of the team left in a hurry until it was down to three people. Tony was about to leave when Steve said, “Are you going to apologize to Y/n?” The question was genuine and serious because ever since that night, Steve had been unable to sleep. All he wished he could do was apologize to Y/n but the girl refused to see him. Unfortunately, he understood why.

“Why should I? It doesn’t change anything.” Steve stood up and slammed the table with his hand. “We killed her Tony.” Tony walked in front of Steve. “I didn’t do anything,” he sneered.

“Steve. Tony. We need to calm down,” Natasha said as she watched the two go at it. “Don’t act so mighty Natasha. I heard you bullied the girl too.” This comment caused Natasha’s jaw to harden. “Aww, did I hit a nerve?” Tony childishly asked. “Oh fuck off Tony. There you go again bringing other people down when you can hardly accept what you’ve done. YOU took away Y/n’s funds. She couldn’t even afford anything.”

“But you watched me do it, Rogers. You could have done something too yet you let it happen. So don’t patronize me. Nothing of what she said changes anything.” Tony quickly left the room as he felt himself explode in anger. This didn’t even surprise Steve anymore. He was tired of keeping the family together when it was clear now that it was meant to be apart.

“Here we are,” Wanda said as she dropped her bags in the living room. Looking at her surroundings, the flat was a decent size. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, living room, and accommodations on the floor below them.

“So what do you-,” Y/n hadn’t responded to Wanda’s question as she zoomed past her and walked into her room. Softly closing the door shut, Wanda sighed at her reaction. It wasn’t a surprise but Wanda still couldn’t help but feel hurt by it all. “I guess I should start unpacking.”

It’s been a couple of weeks since Y/n and Wanda started to live together in the flat located in the small town of Edinburgh. While Wanda mainly kept the place tidy, Y/n remained in her room all the time unless it was to use the bathroom or to eat. The only time she would even dare to be close to Wanda was during dinner. If it was breakfast or lunch, Y/n would take what Wanda cooked for the day into her room.

But Wanda was stubborn. She always left Y/n little notes of her whereabouts anytime she left for an errand but a small compliment would always be at the end of it. Sometimes she would knock on Y/n’s door and ask if she would want to watch a movie with her. Obviously, Y/n never answered but Wanda continued to ask. Other times, Wanda would think of Y/n’s favorite foods and would cook them for dinner that night. And while Y/n had never said it out loud, the empty plate she left in front of her always made Wanda swell with joy.

However, tonight was going to be different. Usually, the two would sit in silence as Wanda would have the tv playing in the background but Wanda needed to hear Y/n’s voice. Not only that, but she was hoping that the truth would come out as well.

Trying to figure out a way to break the silence, it was oddly Y/n that had done it first. “Why don’t you hate me?” At first, Wanda was shocked that Y/n had actually spoken, but the girl regain her composure and said, “Why would I hate you? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Y/n was silent for a moment until she said, “But I killed your brother.”

Chapter 10

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[hislastmasterpiece]

“Our Union” Ch. 1: Friends

A/N:

The prequel to His Last Masterpiece

haha I disappeared for almost four years only to yeet this at you and run away

The first draft of the story is complete and this should be updated (hopefully) monthly, with the completion of the 2nd draft. Tags and additional warnings will be added at the beginning of each chapter as we go on so please make sure to check these notes.

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Another beautiful day. The weather was always perfect. Sun shining, not too hot, not too cold. A gentle breeze and the smell of flowers in the air. Union was perfect. Your only complaint was maybe that the weather was always the same here, always “perfect.” You had never seen snow, and only occasionally seen rain. But you didn't mind too much. Not to mention things were nice here. You had wonderful friends, a nice job, a nice house. Life was great in Union. Because Union was great.

You finished eating your breakfast and left your house to start the day. Today you were hanging out with friends, then going to work in the evening. Generally this was how everyday went. You never had to put much thought into it. Either hang out with friends around town, go to work, or both. Easy.

As you got closer to the theater your small group of friends came into view. Among them, joking around, was an unfamiliar face.

Upon spotting you, your friend Dana waved you over. Her raven hair was curled into a loose bun and her outfit was showing probably a little too much of her golden brown curves to fit the weather. It was warm, but you didn’t think that warm. You couldn’t help but laugh a little to yourself and waved back to her as you picked up your pace. When you reached them, Dana grabbed the person next to her, the unfamiliar one. 

“Y/N this is Taylor.” Dana began as this new person sheepishly brushed their short hair out of their face. “Taylor, this is Y/N. The friend I was telling you about.” Taylor held out their hand for you to shake. It seemed that Dana was trying to set you up with someone. Again. 

“Nice to meet you.” You took Taylor’s hand and offered a small smile.

“Likewise.” Their blonde bangs fell back into their face. Dana looked back and forth between the two of you, a wide smile beginning to spread across her face. You fought not to roll your eyes.

“Babe, come on, we need to pick out our seats!” Miriam, Dana’s girlfriend interjected, her cute lilac braids bouncing as she grabbed Dana’s hand. Dana must have done the braids, as Miriam had been a lost cause at that sort of thing even before they had started dating, and that had been almost an eternity ago. They had grown to fill in the gaps, fitting together like two puzzle pieces so that where one was lacking in certain skills, the other excelled. Really they were the perfect couple, and you could only dream that one day you would have someone that completed you so well.

“Okay, okay.” Dana started walking into the theater with Miriam. “We’ll get the seats, you get the snacks!” Dana told you over her shoulder. You rolled your eyes, making your way in behind them.

“So… how did you and Dana meet?” Taylor asked as you got inside.

“Middle-school. She wasn't paying attention and walked into me during lunch. I spilled all of my food on myself. She felt awful and helped me clean up. But of course, that was only after she finished laughing at the mess and her own clumsiness. We've been inseparable since.” You laughed. “You?”

“We work together over at Juke’s. I'm in the back though.” Taylor brushed their bangs behind their ear.

You nodded, “I thought I’d seen you before,” before getting into the line for concessions.

“Where do you work?”

“Devil’s Own Taproom, just down the block.”

“Well, you’re certainly pretty enough to be a bar girl.” You weren't sure how to take that, but you assumed it was a half-assed compliment.

“Thanks.” You said, your gratitude sounding a bit flatter than you had intended, and you could see Taylor’s mistake dawning on them.  The two of you reached the front of the line. “Two large popcorns, please.”

“I’ll pay.” Taylor pulled out their wallet and handed the money to the cashier. 

“Thanks.” You smiled. Taylor smiled back. 

Well, they were nice enough, but you weren't sure if this relationship was gonna make it to a second date.

“Here’s your popcorn.” The cashier handed you both a bucket of popcorn and you thanked him. 

“So, I guess now we find Dana and Miriam.” Taylor suggested as you began walking upstairs. 

“They're probably sitting somewhere in the center, knowing Miriam.” 

When the two of you walked in the double doors Dana immediately stood and waved, drawing the attention of everyone in the theatre. You wanted to roll your eyes again, but this was pretty normal. And, as you had guessed, they picked seats near the middle. You found yourself sitting between Dana and Taylor, and handed Dana the popcorn. 

“Uh, I'm gonna go to the restroom before it starts.” Taylor stood and squeezed their way back out to the center aisle. Dana waited until Taylor had left the room to nudge your arm.

“So…. What do you think?” She wiggled her eyebrows. "They've got a nice butt, huh?" 

You playfully hit her and she feigned shock. But you should have expected this question, so you shrugged.

“It’s fine, I guess, but what am I supposed to think? We just me-”

“I asked Dana out the first time I saw her.” Miriam cut in with a mouth full of popcorn. Dana vigorously nodded her agreement whilst pulling candy out of her purse, fulfilling her role as the group’s designated sugar smuggler. 

“Okay, well, I don’t think it’s like that.” You sighed. “Really, guys, I’m fine by myself.” They both raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Nope.” Dana told you.

“Nuh-uh.” Miriam added.

“Not happening.” Dana sighed, reaching back to grab Miriam’s hand. 

“You're gonna have to find someone soon because I don't want you to go alone to--” She and Miriam shot each other giddy grins for a second, squeezing each other’s hands before turning back to you-- “Our wedding!” 

The women each held up their left hands to show you their engagement rings. 

“Woah, woah, woah, WHAT.” You asked, grabbing their hands to look closer at the rings. “This isn't something you tell your best friend before a musical. I need details!” You complained.

“Well, we were gonna tell you at lunch," Miriam elbowed her fiancé, her grin never faltering, "But Dana brought it up so I guess, here we are, telling you now.” Miriam shrugged.

“Basically, you are not going to our wedding alone. So you better find someone. Or I will for you.” Dana pointed at you for emphasis.

“Our neighbor is pretty cute.” Miriam suggested. 

“Ugh, no, he’s weird an-”

“Who’s weird?” Taylor asked, standing in the aisle next to Miriam's seat. 

“Our neighbor.” Dana explained.

"Is that the one you were telling me about, with the loud classical music late at night?" Taylor asked, and Dana nodded. "Oh he is weird."

“He’s not weird!” Miriam paused. “Just a little… Okay, maybe he is a little.”

“Then why are you suggesting-” You weren't going to finish that sentence, since Taylor, your date at the moment, had just sat next to you. 

“So what brought this up?” Taylor asked.

"Oh, you know, just figuring out who to invite to our wedding.” Dana smiled, showing off her ring.

“No way! Congrats, guys!” Taylor smiled, looking at the ring a little closer. They looked like they were going to say something else, but the lights in the theatre began to dim and the overture began to play.

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“That was really good.” You exclaimed as your small group made their way out of the theater. Miriam was still crying and Dana was comforting her as the four of you walked.

"H-He just wanted somebody to l-love him!" She sobbed and blew her nose. Having seen the musical before, you couldn't help but give a sympathetic smile as you laughed to yourself.

"Okay, but killing a bunch of people and kidnapping someone, twice, is not exactly a good way to do that." Taylor argued, making a good point. 

"Stockholm syndrome is a thing, my dude." Dana reminded them. "Oh, hun, you're ruining your makeup!" She stopped walking to pull another tissue out of Miriam's purse and gently wiped the black smears off of her cheeks. You had to admit, the two were cute. Like something out of a romance movie.

"Please tell me you're not justifying scaring someone into loving you." You laughed a little as you said it to show you weren't trying to start an argument.

"Nah, man. I'm just saying at least he had a plan." Dana laughed. 

"But he loved her so much!!" Miriam cried again. 

"But he was like twice her age!" Taylor cut in making another completely valid point. 

"Plus, she had that other guy she was gonna marry, and he escaped death so in the end I think it all worked out okay." You shrugged and Miriam sniffled, giving a small nod. You turned to start walking again and hadn't even noticed you were almost to your lunch destination. Juke Diner, of course, since two out of the four of you could get an employee discount.

You walked up the familiar concrete stairs and Taylor held the door for the group. Jazzy music and casual banter filled your ears as you walked in to join the lunch crowd. The owner waved to you and your friends as you took your usual place at a booth in the corner.

"Even if the main dude was a little skeevy, the music was insane." Taylor eagerly exclaimed, "And those actors had huge vocal ranges."

"I honestly didn't know we had such talented people in Union." You joked.

"Hey, Union has its fair share of artsy-fartsy people. I mean, hello?" Dana gestured to herself and all of you laughed. Dana was fairly talented with sewing, but you wouldn't really consider her 'artsy'. Honestly, Miriam's love of cooking and baking made her more of an artist in your mind.

"Taylor, do you do anything 'artsy'?" You asked, giggling at yourself for saying the word. 

"Eh, not really. I play a little guitar and dabble in picture taking, but those are just things to pass the time." They shrugged. 

"Picture taking? So, photography?" Miriam asked. 

"Oh, hardly. More like just seeing something I like and taking a picture. No, there are real photographers in Union and I certainly am not one!" They laughed and the owner came by to ask for your orders. 

It was only after you got your drinks that you realized something was missing. 

"Hey, Miriam, wasn't Zander supposed to be joining us?" Miriam looked up from her milkshake.

"Oh, yeah." She pulled out her brightly colored phone and checked for notifications. "He hasn't texted me back."

"Probably slept in." Dana laughed, grabbing the cherry off of Miriam's milkshake and popping it into her mouth. She was probably right. Alexander wasn't exactly known for his punctuality.

"I guess. But he was acting pretty weird the last time I saw him." Miriam sighed.

"Who's Zander again?" Taylor asked.

"Oh yeah, he's probably the most awkward guy in town. Practically lives behind the counter at Pit Stop, dark hair, piercings. I'm sure you've met him." 

"Ooohh. Yeah, seems like a nice guy." Taylor nodded. A little annoyed with the interruption, you got the conversation back on track.

"Acting weird how?" Miriam looked you straight in your eyes. Her brown ones showing only concern.

"He said he was being followed." 

This surprised you. You had known Zander for longer than anyone else here. The two of you were practically siblings. Yeah, you hadn’t talked in a little while because of conflicting schedules. But why didn’t he tell you about someone following him?

"Did he say by who?" Taylor asked. 

"A tall woman with long black hair covering her face. He said he didn't recognize her but she was always singing, and he saw her everywhere he went." You could see Miriam tearing up from fear and could hear the concern in her voice. You couldn't blame her, but Zander's claims were a bit ridiculous. Was he losing it? 

Sensing the tension, Dana cut in.

“Listen, I'm sure he's fine. Zander’s been doing a lot of double shifts at Pit Stop. Probably just exhausted… you know, he’s always been a horror movie buff.” Dana put her arm around Miriam. "And this sounds like a great plot for a horror movie."

“I guess.” Miriam sighed, looking down into her shake.

“I’ll stop by his place on the way home from work and check on him.” You offered.

“Thanks.” Miriam smiled at you and took another sip of her shake. 

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A/N: Just cutting in to say that if you've read The Evil Within graphic novels, this is not the same Dana and the name and likeness is coincidence. I read the graphic novel after I had written most of this fic and didn't feel like changing it. Next Chapter

[toomanyrobins2]

a little birdie told pt. 12

Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business.”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, mentions of forced marriage, sex, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of violence and death

series masterlist // next part

Steve had gone home to his apartment, hating how empty it felt without Y/N in it. He moved quickly, settling into a routine he hadn’t had to do since Birdie had come back. Jamie lay in his arms, half asleep and milk drunk. His son really was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. Every day he thanked the universe that he was his carbon copy. His mind drifted to when his phone rang, changing his life forever:

Steve was at the bar when he had got a call from the hospital claiming a baby had been born and he had been named on the birth certificate. He and Bucky had rushed over and when they arrived, were told that mother had disappeared. All that had been left behind was a letter filled with apologies and an explanation for the lies. She had been forced to go after Steve by HYDRA. She did it as long as she could, but when she discovered she was pregnant, everything had changed. Jessie had come into the Ivory looking for a job and ended up working the bar at the Ivory. It had never been anything serious, more like friends with benefits. She’d been with them for about six months when out of the blue she’d quit and stopped answering his texts. Eight months later, the answer to why she’d disappeared was clear.

As the group gathered in the hospital, one look at the baby was all it took for everyone to know he was a Rogers. It took Steve half a second to know that the baby’s name was James, for his best friend and brother. The first weeks at home were a mess. His experience with babies was incredibly limited, but this perfect little baby boy was his and he was going to be the best father he could be. Pepper, Edith, and May had offered him a crash course in babies when he came home. It had taken a lot of trial and error. He’d been peed on more times than he could count and he double-checked every choice against multiple parenting books.

A month after Jamie had been born, George had called him. A body had been dropped at the back door of the Ivory. It was so mangled that it took them some time, but eventually, they got the news. This was Jamie’s mother. Steve had managed to hold it together in front of everyone, but as soon as he was alone, he sat on the floor and cried. While they had never been a couple, the fact that Jamie was barely a month old and already down one parent weighed heavily on his heart. He had paid to bury her and visited her grave once a month to talk to her. She had given him the best thing in his life, the least he could do was tell her how amazing their son was. A bundle of flowers and a monthly update were all Steve could do for a woman who would miss out on her greatest creation.

Steve was pulled from his memories when he realized that he hadn’t gone to visit since Y/N had returned and it was long overdue. He asked Becca to stay with Jamie while he did an errand. His first stop was to the florists before driving over to the cemetery. He walked the familiar path and placed a bouquet on the graves of Sarah and Joseph Rogers, “It’s been a while since I’ve been here. I got engaged and it’s moments like this that I realize how much I miss you. I’ve been making a lot of mistakes lately and it would be so much easier to have you by my side telling me it’ll all be okay. It would be so much easier if Jamie had his grandparents in his life. Birdie came back and he’s fallen absolutely in love with her. I’d be lying if I said he was the only one. It’s so hard to get her to talk to me. She’s been through a lot and I don’t know how to fix it. It’s terrifying to see how much she’s changed. She’s so strong, but there’s this fear that seems to control her every movement. I agreed to marry her and I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll never be good enough for her. Scared that she’ll never trust me. I’m not quite sure how to convince her that I’d do anything for her.” He didn’t even realize that he had tears streaming down his face until they started to fall and hit the petals.

Steve quickly tried to wipe them away and jumped when he felt a hand slip into his. It seemed that he and Y/N had had similar ideas and both come to see their parents. She reached up and wiped the tears away with a sad smile, “I’m sorry for what I said in your office. I want to trust you. It’s me I don’t have any trust in. After everything that’s happened, my decision-making could be called into question. All I’m asking for is some time.”

Steve squeezed her hand and pulled her in to kiss her forehead, “I can do that.” He started to walk a little further ways away and stopped in front of another grave, putting the second bouquet down. When he looked down, Y/N's brow was furrowed and he explained, “This is Jamie’s mom. She died soon after he was born so I try to come and give her updates. Let her know she made the right choice in leaving him at the hospital. She said that anything was better than him being raised as part of HYDRA. She could’ve given him up and I would never have known. She knew what I was and took a chance. I owe her.”

Y/N couldn’t stop her heart from fluttering. For all the horror in their world and for how stupid Steve was, he really was sweet at heart. She listened as he updated Jessie on their son. He spoke about how active Jamie had become since starting to crawl and how his first word had been Dada. Y/N pulled Steve in, kissing him sweetly, and thought that maybe everything was going to be okay.

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AROMA

Pairing- Sebastian Stan(ceo) x reader(café owner)

Summary- Funny how a complete stranger is enough to add a little aroma to your life...

Warnings- I think there are none but if you fall for a soft Seb then❤

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"Write it down..two bags of Arabica, 500 gms of cinnamon sticks and .."

you placed your monthly order over phone and after you were done a female voice from the other side of the phone repeated your order to confirm. "Is that all it?" the voice enquired. "Yes that will be all for now and please Danielle send me two bags only. You know what trouble you had put me through when you sent me twenty bags of coffee."

Oh how could you forget, three weeks..it took three weeks to get over that problem when Danielle has messed up the order. Anyways that was around four months ago but would stop rubbing her nose on it? Definitely not. "Oh would you stop already please? The new head of the facility is pretty hot." expressed Danielle.

"Excuse me did you say hot?" you repeated the sentence as you chuckled. "I-I m-mean hot tempered. There is no room for any mistakes." she corrected.

Danielle, who happened to be your best friend worked in SIPHON the best facility which stored coffee which was imported and exported from and all around the world. When your grandfather had opened this café, he wanted nothing less than the best quality of coffee for his customers and SIPHON was the best place to choose from.

"Well isn't that satisfactory." you smiled as you thanked her and cut the call, to receive a notification from SIPHON that your order was confirmed and will be arriving in four days.

You sighed as you looked at the sky which appeared to be shy around you as it was changing its colors from a soft blue to a shade of orange marking the end of the day. As the sun was setting, the natural light ran along the walls giving life to all of the photographs that hung. "Are you happy pabby?" you asked the question to your grandfather's picture, wishing for it to answer. But as always it stayed quiet as it did for the past three years when you had taken over the café to keep your grandfather's dream alive.

It was a Sunday, the one day where you could open up your café a little late than usual. You groaned as you crawled from your bed and freshened up. Unlike every Sunday, you bought flower bouquets and headed towards the orphanage.

"Sister Amelia?" you stood near the gate and waited. "Y/N, oh!" Sister Amelia exclaimed you could feel the restlessness in her voice. Upon questioning she mentioned that some wealthy guy had come to talk to the children at the orphanage. It was not the number of people that scared Sister Amelia, it was the children. The sudden intrusion scared the children.

"Where is he?" you questioned as you handed over the bouquet. "Inside..but be careful" Sister Amelia warned as you stepped inside. You couldn't see the man at first but when he stood up from his crouched position, you were overwhelmed by his aura. His beautiful face was tensed up in confusion and awkwardness. You couldn't help but smile at his demeanor. He was dressed in a three piece suit stood like a child being punished as he was trying to get the children comfortable around him. It was so endearing and so was he.

"Sister y/n?" exclaimed Miguel, a five year old boy, as he came running to you. All the children seemed to have let go of their agony when they saw your face and hurdled around you. Funny what miracles a comforting smile from a person you know can do.

The man's tension disappeared when you walked the children towards him and introduced every single one of them. He spent around an hour with them before he finally spoke to you.

"Thank you" you flinched at his heavy voice. "What for?" you asked innocently. "Thank you for getting them comfortable. Its not a very usual sight to see. Anyways, my name is Sebastian Stan." he said as he extended his hands towards you. "Well its a shame that people find you intimidating Mr.Stan. My name is Y/L/N" you said as you accepted his greeting.

"Please call me Sebastian, Ms.Y/N" he said as both of you started walking down the stairs. "Please call me Y/N." The sudden mimicry caused him to laugh and you chuckled. It was a small town and almost everyone knew about one another. It was nice to talk to someone new like him.

"So Sebastian, what business do you have here?" you asked him as the both of you decided to sit on one of the stairs. He whipped his head in your direction when you said his name but you couldn't see that as the children and their playful laughter had attracted your attention. He looked at how beautifully the sun rays decorated your skin and how the shadow of the leaves hid your skin from the sun rays. How beautiful your eyes looked every time you smiled. It made him smile too.

The sudden silence shifted your attention back to Sebastian and you caught him staring at you. He realized that the question was left attended for, "I took over the facility here. SIPHON" he cleared his throat. "So you are the new head?" you asked causing him to frown.

"How did.." he questioned.

"Oh I have a café and all my coffee based orders are from SIPHON" you explained to which he nodded. You talked about how you took over the café and about your grandfather. He heard everything silently, how passionately you talked about your work and your family.

"You must really like your job, I mean taking over an entire facility..its a great deal" you spoke to which he lowered his glance. "Its complicated, I was forced to take over the facility. I thought maybe if I make myself familiar to the surroundings, I would like this place so we visited the orphanage" he said looking at the children. "To be honest I know my business but its just business for me, its not something that I like to do. I can't even differentiate between different types of coffees and here I am running an entire facility." the way his face fell while he expressed about his situation, you knew he didn't want this kind of life. His earlier sentence of people being uncomfortable around him made sense. He never let him be himself around people because he was forced and he was afraid.

Both of you got up and walked down the remaining stairs and reached the gate. He thanked you for your gesture and sat in his car and just then, "You know what, every kind of coffee is unique and has different characteristics but the main difference comes from the aroma. So the next time you look at a coffee bag, observe the aroma" you spoke. He sighed and looked at your reassuring smile. You started walking away after bidding him goodbye and he looked at your figure getting smaller as you walked away from him.

"Sir may we leave for the facility?" his secretary questioned him from the front sit.

"Yes and also please keep me updated about Ms. Y/N" he said your name with a smile plastered on his face as his car made its way towards the facility.

Finally you received your delivery from SIPHON and the correct number of bags made you chuckle. But there happened to be a letter on top of the cinnamon packet which was beautifully decorated in the colors of white and gold. As you picked up the letter and began reading it, you smiled.

"You were right, the aromas are different and so are you." it read.

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A/N: Hey guys this is my one first Sebastian Stan fanfic. I hope you all like this one. This plot has been one my mind for couple of days and I found this very pure and simple and I thought Sebastian Stan would be perfect for it cause he has this aura I absolutely love.

My requests are open so you can go ahead and send me your plots and please do go and check out my other fanfictions as well.

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Bruises that you left behind - Travis Konecny Finale

A/N: HERE IT IS!! Finally got around to finish off the last parts. This chapter is a bit longer but hopefully you like it. Thanks to everyone who read this series, I honestly never thought I would be able to publish a nearly 20k long fic. So thank you for reading, liking, reblogging or sommenting on it. <3

Words: 5k

Warnings: Angst, no proofread (as usual), don’t know what else

Links to the previous parts:

Part 1       Part 2         Part 3       Part 4     

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“Have you looked at the teams that could draft you?” Your voice was quiet, soft. You weren’t entirely sure if this was crossing the line or not, since you knew that he didn’t want to think about the draft to much. But you couldn’t stop yourself.

“No, Y/N. It’s not in my hands anyway.“

“Well I did. And I think-“ “ Don’t Y/N. I could literally go to any team.”

“But some are more likely and some seem nicer than others…” You could hear him let out a deep sigh, letting you know that he gave in. “ Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean Ottawa would be perfect. You already play here and I’ve almost gotten used to this city. Calgary, Edmonton, Winnipeg are around there as well. There not as close as Ottawa but still Canada. Maybe there’s some other smaller cities…”

“Y/N, there are no real small cities. And you can barely tolerate Ottawa and it’s one of the smaller ones… Detroit’s close and-“

“But it’s so industrial and dark and… I don’t know, Travis. I just… What if it’s somewhere far away?”

“You’ll come with me… I’m not leaving you behind and I know you don’t like cities and would rather live here on the farm but I can’t change it.”

You let out a deep breath. “Travis, I just.. I want to come with you, I do. But I’m not made for a big city. I love my friends, my family, everything we’ve got here. And dragging me into some big city far away, feels a lot like locking me up in a cage. And you know how much I value freedom.”

“But you’ll make new friends, and you’ll warm up to living in a city, just like you did with Ottawa. WE can do this, we’re going to be just fine, okay?”

When you looked into his eyes you could see how sure he was of this, so you slowly exhaled.

“Okay. But promise me that you’re not gonna do this to me. If it’s someplace too big or to constricting for me, you won’t keep me locked in a cage. Promise me you won’t clip my wings.”

He gave you a soft smile and slowly caressed your face before his expression turned serious.

“I promise I won’t do this to you.”

 You were struggling to breath, trying to gasp for air.

“No, no no no. This is not…” You didn’t really know where you were going with this. Your heart was aching more than it had in a while. The things was he was right. You could almost hear 17 year old Travis saying it. He had promised you. He had promised you to not constrict you, promised you to not take you into some big dark city. How you hated cities. Or at least used to hate them.

He meant to do the right thing, at the wrong time. And how wrong he had been…

“I didn’t want you to have this life, you deserved someone better. Someone who is there for you all the time. Someone who doesn’t spent most of his time on the road while you are left behind in some apartment, some city that you hate. Before I was drafted I promised you I would never do this to you. Lock you in a cage, clip your wings as you said. You hated the city, you hated the thought of being away from your family and friends. You loved being outside, being in nature. Port Stanley, the lake, the farm. This life here is everything you hate. And I would not put you through this, no matter how much I loved you.”

This felt like a dagger straight through your heart. You really couldn’t imagine yourself living that life back then.

“I moved here for you, Travis. Because I loved you. And…” He took the words straight out of your mouth.

“That’s what I mean, Y/N. I didn’t want you to give up your dream life just for me. Can’t you see that?

“Hah…” your laugh sounded bitter, almost cruel. “How couldn’t you see how happy I was? I wanted that life Travis! You didn’t do this to me. I choose to come to Philly Travis! I made the final decisions. Because I loved you. Because it was worth it to me. But do you know what you really did? You left me! On our wedding day. And I tried to come after you but you already left. And I waited and waited and waited in our house. The house we were supposed to grown old together. Spend our time in the off season. Raise our kids.”

You paused trying to get some air in, now you felt like you were being constricted. Travis’ hand moved towards you, he tried to reach out to you but you pulled back. Took a step back, trying to get some more space between the two of you. You took a deep breath.

“But then Nolan told me where you were and that you wouldn’t come back. You never came back! So when Nolan left I burned the letter and started packing everything up. By midnight of that day I was gone.”  

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Don’t! Sorry just doesn’t cut it.”

There were many moments were you felt broken, shattered in the last few years. But were have you felt this low. And little. And humiliated. You felt like the invisible hand around your neck had tightened. You needed to get out of here.

“I..  can’t do this, Trav. I need… time.” You barely got those words over your lips. You could see that Travis wanted to say something, reach out to you in any way. But he didn’t. He knew better than that. So he watched you get in your car and drive off into the distance. Probably trying to put as much space as possible in between the two of you.  

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You threw yourself into work after that. Week after week. Occasionally meeting up with the girls or some of the guys on the team. You knew better this time than to push Nolan out of your life. You started to help Maddie with the wedding planning, even if you felt a little tug in your heart everytime you did. You felt like you were starting to get your life back a bit. Piece by piece.

It was a Sunday afternoon in late March when you felt a sudden urge to clean your apartment. You went through the kitchen, the living room and were just about starting in your room when your eyes fell onto a drawer in your room. And suddenly you felt like you knew exactly what you had to do. You felt pretty erratic and your mind was racing.

Within 20 minutes you were sitting your car in front of a building halfway through town. And for the next 10 minutes you contemplated whether this was actually the right thing to do. Was this really what you wanted? Should you really go through with it? But you were already here, so you exited the car.

Only when you walked through the lobby you realised that you weren’t sue how to get to his apartment. He wasn’t living in the same building anymore, then you used to live in. The receptionist probably wouldn’t just let you in and you didn’t really felt like explaining your situation to the receptionist.

So instead you exited the building and made your way back to the car. You needed to talk to him, now. Before you run again.

You didn’t have his number either so you texted Nolan to text Travis to come outside. You felt pretty weird, almost like some stalker waiting in front of a building until the person left the building or so. Thankfully, it didn’t take Nolan very long to respond and telling you that he texted Travis. He also mentioned that Travis hadn’t read the text yet.

You were still staring at you phone waiting for Nolan to update you when he exited the building and walked towards you. His steps were cautious and he seemed pretty tired. When he finally was a few steps away you felt your mind catch up.

“Uhh, I was just in the neighbourhood…” What a dumb thing to say, Y/N; you thought. He knew this was a lie. You were never in this area of town. But Travis seemed more confused than anything.

“Ah, yeah okay… What’s going on?” He seemed more nervous than usual. His confidence seemed non existent at this moment. He looked like a deer in the headlights. Well, you came to him so you might as well say what you came here for.

“I thought a lot about us after that conversation, Travis.” He looked guilty at the mention of your last conversation.

“You know, the reason why I burned that letter that day was because I thought that no matter what the reason was, it wouldn’t matter. Because in the end you left me. Yes, I wanted to know the reason why you did it. But it doesn’t change anything. No reason truly justifies what you did to me. Or makes up for all the pain. It just gives me clearance. You know even with that good intention, I just don’t understand why you didn’t ever talk to me about it. We were 17 when we made that promise and I don’t think we ever brought it up again.”

Travis was shaking his head desperately, you were pretty sure he knew where this was going.

“Please don’t, Y/N. Please…” But he knew he was losing this game.

“We’re not the Y/N and Travis that we once were. Not anymore. And we never will be, Travis. Believe me I want nothing more than to go back to that time. To that couple that we used to be. But this is never going to happen Travis and we both have to accept that.”

“You don’t know that, I mean you can’t just give up. I can’t do this without you.”

“You gave up on us a long time ago. And yes, you can. You’ve done it before. Just this time, I’m going to be the one who walks away.”

“Y/N…”

You stepped towards and took his hands in yours as you leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheeks. As you pulled away you placed something into his palms.

“Goodbye, Travis”

You stepped back towards your car as he looked down at his hands.

The little velvet box with your engagement ring.

And he knew that this was it.

Game over.

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The rest of the school year passed quickly and soon summer came around. You had been so busy teaching and helping Maddie with the wedding, time had flown by quickly. You hadn’t seen Travis again and you felt yourself heal again. You knew that there would always be a piece of you that would never be over him. A little piece of your heart would belong to him. But slowly you came to terms with the fact the the rest of your heart wouldn’t.

It was mid July now and Maddie’s wedding was finally here. You had been busy all weekend and you finally felt yourself able to relax as you were sitting in a chair getting your make up done.

“He’s gonna be here. He’s invited.” Maddie glanced over her shoulder towards you as her hairstylist send her a glare for moving around.

“I know Maddie, I’ll be fine.” You weren’t sure if that was actually true but at least you could try to make yourself believe that. Maddie didn’t comment on that but you were sure that she wasn’t really believing you.

The ceremony was drawing closer as you helped with Maddie’s dress and later slipped into your dress as well.

Eventually there was a knock on the door from Kevin, who was picking you up to walk you downstairs to the ceremony. He offered to be your date. He was one of the only single guys that you knew and you were sure that I wouldn’t hurt to have him by your side.

“Ahh, of you’re you look absolutely beautiful.” He gave you a beaming smile as he escorted you to the down the stairs and outside.

“You look sharp too, Kev. A real suit guy.” You winked at him as his booming laugh shook his body.

“Okay, calm down with that roasting.” He wasn’t really serious though, he loved when you chirped him.

“When your big day coming anyway? Ever gonna settle down?” Your eyes glinted, you knew how much he wanted to get married and have kids.

He just scoffed before replying,

“Yeah, yeah. One day I will find the right girl, you just wait.”

You started to mix with other guest as more people were drawing in, since the ceremony was coming closer. You spoke to some of the guys, found Nolan and Kelsey before going of to the side the catch some air.

You overlooked the seats and the aisle leading towards a little podium and you felt that heartache again. You just couldn’t quiet shake that wedding sadness. You were lost in thought when you felt someone approaching.  

You knew it was him behind you before you even turned around. The two of you had seemingly always had that. That special connection. That buzzing feeling you would get if he was close to you. The way you would always find each other in a crowded room. Like two magnets pulling towards each other.

And knowing that you would never get that with anyone else, ever, made your heart feel heavy. Travis had always been the one for you and no matter how hard you tried nobody could ever take his spot. You could love someone, yes. You could even see yourself spend your life with someone. But this person could never be him. They would never be able to make you feel what he did. You could never get that special connection, that buzzing feeling with anyone else, ever.

“I’m sure you’ve already been told but… You look stunning, Y/N!” He stepped beside you while you turned to face him. He was dressed in your favourite navy suit and a crisp white dress shirt. He wasn’t wearing a tie, the top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned instead. He gave you a shy smile. One that told you that he wasn’t entirely sure whether he just stepped over a line or not.

“Thank you. You don’t look to bad yourself, Travis.” An you meant it. He did look good. Better than he had in months. The bags under his eyes had disappeared, he looked younger now. More like his actual age. And there was a glint in his eyes. The sparkle that you used to love so much.

He stayed silent for a bit. You could see he was deep in thought, somewhere else even though physically he was beside you.  Just when you got used to the silence between you two, he spoke up again.

“You were right. We’re not the same people we once were. And we never will be. We will never be the Y/N and Travis we once were. And we will never be the couple we were then. People change and people grow. You’re not the same person at 20 than you were at 17. And you’re not the same person now than what you were at 20. And I just know that the person that I am now loves you just as much as the person I was at 20. Or the boy I was at 17. And I know that I will still love you when I’m 40. Or 70. I will never stop loving you, Y/N.”

He took a deep breath, trying to sort the words that were swirling around in his head into a sentence. His little speech left you breathless. You were sure he had been thinking about this for weeks. And he was right, people do change and people grow. But that doesn’t always mean that people grow in the same direction.

“I’ve always wanted this, you know?” He was gesturing around him. “Since I met you I knew that you were the one for me. That you were the one I was going to marry one day. You were the person I wanted to have kids with. I wanted this life for us so bad, I lost sight of us. I lost myself and the person I used to be. And when I realised that I felt like I had already pushed you into it. So I did the only thing I knew. I ran.”

Your heart felt heavy and looking at him wasn’t helping. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were trained on the ground but you could see the glazing over his eyes. He was close to tears and this truly hit home to you.

He had told you so many times that he didn’t intent to hurt you but you never believed him, how could you? But now you understood that he truly thought it was the only way. That he had already pushed you too far into the cage to retrack what he had done. That the only way to keep you from losing your freedom was to let you go. To leave the cage open and walk away.

He got it all wrong though. Because you didn’t feel like he was putting you in a cage or clipping your wings.

“I wanted to marry you, Travis. You weren’t pressuring me into it.” He had to know that, the last thing you wanted was for him to carry that guilt around.

He finally turned his gaze towards you and looked you in the eyes. His lips were pressed into a pained line.

“I know. I know that now.” His eyes searched for yours before he slowly took a step towards you.

He brushed a hair out of your face before giving you a quick kiss on your forehead.

“Enjoy the wedding. I might see you later.”  

The gesture was so sweet, so intimate. It felt so domestic, like something he would do everyday. A painful thought crossed your brain then. It felt so domestic because he used to do it everyday.

“You ruined weddings for me.” You didn’t mean to say those words out loud, you weren’t even consciously thinking them and to be honest you thought he was out of earshot already. But he stopped in his track and turned back to you. You didn’t dare to fully turn around, only just looking over your shoulder.

“I’ve ruined a lot of things for you, Y/N. I wish I could undo it.” And with that he vanished into the crowd.

You endured the ceremony. Well maybe that’s a bit harsh. You were happy for Maddie and Provy and the ceremony was incredibly beautiful. But you couldn’t help the bitter taste in your mouth. This should have been Travis and you, 3 years ago.

You let the wedding pass over you, you enjoyed hanging out with the team, catching up with the girls, you even let Kevin drag you to the dance floor.

You tiredly let yourself fall into a chair besides Kevin. You followed his gaze to another table. Travis was sitting there, seemingly without much company. You didn’t know whether he had  a date or not but by the looks of it was he here by himself. Kevin must have noticed that you were looking at Travis.

“If you’re ever going to forgive him and give him another chance, might as well do it now. I know he will wait for you for as long as you want but… you never know how long someone is going to stay in your life. Take it from someone who had both parents go through cancer and nearly lost a leg, okay? Life won’t wait around for you. Don’t let it pass you by.”

With that he rose from his chair beside you. You wanted to make some funny remark about him being all poetic and shit but he had already made his way towards the bar. You followed his advice non the less and made your way towards Travis.

“This seat taken?” He nearly fell off his chair once he realised who asked the question.

“Of course! Uh, I mean, no it’s not taken.” You chuckled at him stumbling over those words. You sat down.

“You seem lonely, no date?” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. Was this to much? Did you step over a line? Travis seemed to relax himself and smiled.

“Ah haha, yeah no date. You came with Kevin?” It was nonchalant but you knew the deeper meaning behind his question.

“Yeah, always better to come with a friend than alone, you know.”

He nodded agreeingly before an uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you.

The songs were a slower than before which meant they weren’t as tiring as before. And before you could stop yourself your suggestion had already crossed your lips.

“Do you wanna dance?”  

An immediate smile spread across Travis’ face. “Yeah, of course. I mean if that’s what you want.”

You laughed quietly and nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that. Just don’t step on my feet.”

“I try my best.”

For a bit the two of you swayed quietly to the music. It was already rather late so there weren’t to may people on the dance floor. The song changed and you let out a dry laugh as you realised what song had come on. Travis must have notice your reaction too.

“What?” He looked confused. “What’s funny.”

“Nothing, just the song.” He stilled and listened to the music. It was a Lewis Capaldi song. And it hit closer to home than you liked.

I've been holding on to hope That you'll come back when you can find some peace 'Cause every word that I've heard spoken Since you left feels like an hollow street

 The song perfectly seemed to portray you and Travis. You felt your emotion dwelling up, as you heard the next verse.

I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind But I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind Oh my lord, oh my lord, I need you by my side

 You let out a choked laugh. “I wish I could get you off my mind, but I can’t. Part of me will always be yours, Trav.” You gave him small smile before singing that verse again as it was repeated.

“I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind, but I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind. Oh my lord, oh my lord, I need you by my side.”

Travis seemed to understand your involvement with the lyrics as he gave you a sad smile.

“I was such a coward. I’m sorry Y/N.” He brushed a tear away that had started to roll down your cheek. “I should have fought for us, instead I gave up on us. I thought that the only way to give you the freedom I promised you, was to let go of you, to leave you. I was too much of a coward to let you fly free, because I thought you’d slip away and then I lost you anyway. I know you wanted to get married too but I should have never put that much pressure on it. I’m truly sorry.”

You leaned you forehead against his as you still slowly moved with the music. The song had changed now.

“I know Trav. I know. Do you think that one day we can be Y/N and Travis again? I mean not the same as we used to but a grown version. Do you think it could work again?”

You could hear Travis holding his breath as he patiently listened to you. His eyes were trained on yours, searching for meaning behind your words.

“Yeah, I think so. If you give me another chance I will prove it to you. Okay?”

You felt your heart speeding up at his words. Take a chance, you thought, before life passes you by. But instead of answering you leaned in and slowly connected your lips with his. The kiss was slow almost shy at first before Travis started to deepen it. Once you broke apart Travis slowly stroked your cheek before murmuring,

“You’re my always, you know that right?”

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The two of you took it slow afterwards. Both of you needed to get to know each other again, ease into each other again. But it felt right. Being with Travis had always felt right. Once your lease was up you move in with him and you were thankful that he wasn’t living in your old house anymore. As much as you loved your old place that you had together and all the memories that came with it, you needed something else. After all you weren’t the people that you used to be then. And that was a good thing.

He never asked you to marry him. One day a little box with an new engagement ring had just been placed onto your nightstand. Travis only comment to this was that he had already proposed to you and that this time you were calling the shots when you felt ready to marry him. And whenever you felt ready the ring would be there. He let the old engagement ring be made into a pendant since it was to meaningful to your relationship to give it away and to pretty to just let it sit in a box. And now you were wearing one around your finger and one around your neck, close to your heart as Travis liked to say.

And then the day was here. You knew you were ready but that didn’t mean that you weren’t feeling a tiny bit anxious about your wedding day.

Maddie looked over your shoulder and soothingly rubbed your back.

“You’re going to be the most beautiful bride.” She gave you one of her bright smiles.

You quietly laughed. “As if Maddie. You looked like some top model or something at your wedding. But I’ll gladly take second.”

Maddie erupted in laughter while you gave her a sly smile. Her expression turned serious again as she eyed the object in your hands.

“You’re gonna have to tell him eventually, Y/N.”

She was right, of course. And you knew you had to tell him sooner or later. You couldn’t keep it from him forever.

“I’ll go and get you something to drink, some water or something.” Maddie gave you a soft smile before making her way to the door. Just before she closed the door behind her you heard her say:

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here now…”

You felt like your heart stopped beating for a moment. An unwanted flashback crossed your brain.

The mental picture of Nolan making his way towards you with that cautious expression on his face.

“He’s not coming, Y/N.”  Those words would probably haunt you forever.

Just as you felt yourself starting to panic Travis appeared in the doorway and quickly closed the door behind him.

“Travis?!” You probably looked like you just saw the lochness monster or something. What was he even doing here?

He approached you with a sly smile on his face.

“Hey, babe.” “You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony..” Your words lacked any kind of force or enthusiasm. And before you knew your soon to be husband had engulfed you in a hug.

“What? Who said that?” His voice was light, almost joking.

“It brings bad luck or misfortune if the groom sees the bride before the ceremony.” Your explanation sounded lame and you were actually happy to see him even if your initial surprise might let him believe otherwise.

He chuckled before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “Ahh, that sounds pretty stupid. And you can’t blame me for wanting to say good morning to my wife.”

His eyes searched for yours while he gave you his brightest smile. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. Then you remembered the object you’d held in your hands just a few moments before and you got serious again. Now was as good of a moment than ever.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” You felt yourself grow nervous, you knew there was no reason for it but you couldn’t help it.

“Don’t tell me you want to run away this time.” He was joking, a smirk plastered all over his face.

“Travis I’m serious!” At that his smile dropped. Uncertainty crossed his features.

You grabbed the little square paper you had put down moments ago.

“I’m pregnant.” You breathed out while handing him the ultrasound. His eyes nearly popped out of his head while he stared at the picture.

“I.. I … You..” He seemed lost for words and you were almost starting to get worried when he lifted him head up and looked into your eyes. He seemed to explode with happiness.

“I’m going to be a dad? This is not a joke right? We’re having a baby?” You could just nod as he picked you up and spun you around.

“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life.” He nearly knocked his head with yours as he dove in to give you a deep kiss. Once you pulled apart and you found your breath you spoke up.

“Promise me something, Travis. Promise me you won’t run again. Promise me that you’ll fight for us no matter what we face. Don’t ever let me go again, Trav.”

“Never! I promise.”

~ the end ~  

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 11]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, dom!seungcheol, daddy kink, fingering, oral(fem receiving), overstimulation, a little angst/mentions of theft, but some soft lovin for the masses after the last chapter 😭😭💕, also i think this goes without saying but just in case! There won’t be any Cherry Bomb chapters going up while Monster Mash is happening(same for the drabble game)! So this is our last chapter until Nov 6th!🥺 HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND!!!🍒 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - ?

“Well… Welcome home.”

Seungcheol shoots you a small smile from behind as he watches you trudge past him towards the bed. He toes his shoes off quietly before setting your things down by the sofa, a soft sigh on his lips.

“Seungcheol, are you really sure about this? Really, I can just get a hotel...”

He sits with you on the bed; arm draped around your shoulder as he tucks you into his side. “We’re really going to need to figure things out pretty quickly but… yes. I’m sure. I mean, even if it’s just temporarily until you can find a safer place to live in. Which, by the way, can we talk about that? If you’re okay with it.”

Biting your lip, you slightly pull away as you peer up at Seungcheol. He takes note of your puffy, red eyes; a frown of his own painted on his face. He could hear your sniffles the entire ride back home but he decided to not say anything, in fear of exacerbating the situation.

“I---It happened a couple months ago. Do you remember that week I was doing a stream per day as a thank you gift for my subscribers? Well, I stepped out one afternoon to run some errands and---and when I came back, the door was just ...ajar. But also, nothing was really missing? Just a few things here and there I knew I wouldn’t miss and my filming camera. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but the cops came by to take a statement anyway...”

“Didn't you stream that night though?”

You nod shamefully, “I know I shouldn’t have, but I figured since nothing stolen was really irreplaceable. And I had a spare camera I ended up using so I thought it’d be okay.”

The two of you sigh in unison, settling into the quietness of Seungcheol, and now, your apartment. “Well, I’m glad you’re safe. That’s the most important thing, right?”

“Yeah, and I’ll help with the bills and stuff, ‘Cheol! We’ll go halfsies on it, okay? I’ll pull my weight around here.”

You shoot him a shy smile as you wrap your arms around one of his. “Maybe I should take up Jeongguk with that collab stream idea…”

“Speaking of…”

‘Hey, it’s late but I need a favour when you’re free.’

Jeon 🥴: wussup u kno im always awake

‘Are you up for a trade?’

Jeon 🥴: why do u sound like jigsaw 😭😭

Jeon 🥴: also it depends

‘You help me move all of Cherry’s things to my apartment and she agrees to do a livestream with you.’

Jeon 🥴: the--

Jeon 🥴: just tell me when and where baby i got u

Sunday morning is a whirlwind of phone calls and favour-chains, big boxes and Jeongguk knocking early in the morning when he finally shows up.

“I’m ready to go whenever! Seokjin-hyung’s pretty upset he has to take my early shift but I promised him that I’d take his night shift and swore to never mention the time he broke the hot dog machine to Namjoon.”

Seungcheol turns to you, “So, I called the police department and asked if there were any updates and what we can do. All they could really tell me is that we’re free to go back to the apartment since they replaced the door and that they’ve already taken as many fingerprints as they can, so we can go get your things.” He pauses, “We probably shouldn’t try to take everything so quickly so we should go in and get your essential things and then just go back to grab the others later on, if that’s okay?”

You nod in response, making sure you have your things before the three of you head out. “My landlord texted me and told me to tell her when we get there so she can give me the new key.”

Jeongguk pops the gum in his mouth, heavy boots resounding through the apartment as he makes his way to the door.

“Let’s go get some shit!”

“So can we discuss the deal we got going on here?” Jeongguk bounces with giddiness from Seungcheol’s backseat, unable to sit still at the thought.

“Well, we can do two streams.” You take a second to turn around from the front seat, eyes locking onto Jeongguk who immediately leans in towards your face. “One on yours and one on mine. We’ll split whatever money we make and call it a day?”

“Wait a second, two streams? Why would he be on yours?” Seungcheol narrows his eyes at the road in front of him; knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.

He wasn’t even properly in a live cam and now Jeongguk was going to be?

“Oh, I don’t think Seungcheol-hyung would like it very much. Although I will say, my stroke game is preeeeetty good.”

“No, you idiots, not like that!” Seungcheol snorts from the driver’s seat just as you roll your eyes. “On ‘Guk’s channel, we’ll just game. That’s it. Keep it PG, y’know? But on mine… We’ll still game, just… with some added bonuses. I’ve already thought it out, okay? Just trust me. We can do it on Friday night and Saturday night respectively, so we don’t kill our schedules too much.”

The two males nod in return as you turn back around to face forward. “Which, by the way, thank you Jeongguk for agreeing to come and bring the heavy stuff with us. I really appreciate it!”

Jeongguk smiles, although you can’t see it. “Hey, it’s no problem! And anyway, I already might’ve told my viewers that I’d be having a special guest soon so...” He trails off sheepishly; a pale pink blush on his cheeks.

“Wow, well, I guess if there’s anything we should be thankful for… At least they didn’t take the sybian.”

“Ugh, hyung, it’s probably because they couldn’t tell what it was. And they probably didn’t take a lot of the sex toys because they were probably freaked out.”

Jeongguk’s voice gets quieter and quieter as he exits the apartment that you and Seungcheol were still in.

“What’s the damage, baby?”

You sigh as you sit down on the bed, rummaging through a box of personal items. “It seems like they made more of a mess trying to find anything of worth, to be honest. Most of the things taken were gifts and some of my toys but the ones that were still in their packages. Some of my camera and lighting equipment also got taken…  Same goes for some of the lingerie sets you got me that were still in their packaging… ‘m sorry, ‘Cheol.” You pout up at him as he chuckles.

Seungcheol stands in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his warm eyes. “That’s literally fine. You can always get more of those things anyway.”

He kisses you gently on the forehead; fingertips threaded through your hair. “Hey, if you’re still doing a show on Wednesday, I’ve got an idea.” Seungcheol offers.

“You? Have an idea?” You raise a brow at him, unsure whether or not to believe him. But before either of you can speak, Jeongguk comes back, boots stomping loudly on the hardwood.

“Let’s talk about this another time, when we’re alone.”

The two of you take the next couple of days in stride as you settle into your new place; whether it was temporarily or permanently for you.

Seungcheol continues his normal work routine and to some degree, you find yourself even more bored without him. For a while, you contemplate getting a part time job, at least to make up some extra money for rent and so that you weren’t always at home alone. 

“Hey, I’m back!”

Ah, perfect timing.

You meet Seungcheol at the door, already dressed in one of his shirts. “‘Cheollie~ Welcome home!”

“Have a fun day without me?” He asks, shucking off his jacket and shoes before making his way to the sofa.

“Errr, well, I had some thoughts… and some questions.”

“Okay, shoot.”

You sit across from him, eyes blinking in unsureness as he stares at you. “Well… I was thinking… about maybe getting a part time job? I know we kinda made a lot with the last videos but, it’d help me not be so bored when you’re gone and hey, extra money is always good, right? I can replace all the stuff that got stolen too.” Seungcheol nods in thought, “Maybe you can find a place that’ll give you early shifts so I can just swing by and get you after work. I’d say come work at the roller rink but I don’t think that’d be the smartest idea...”

“I’ll find a place! I was going through the job listings earlier and there were some promising places~” A weight feels lifted from your shoulders as you smile back at Seungcheol; glad that he seemed to be willing to work with you and what you wanted. “Oh and… about the show tonight? What was your idea? We totally forgot about it.”

Seungcheol laughs breathily, running a hand through his hair as he gets up from the sofa to head towards the kitchen.

“Let’s let it be a surprise. C’mon, I wanna try a new recipe from our cookbooks.”

You set up the cameras as per Seungcheol’s request, checking the viewfinder. “Are you sure about this, ‘Cheol? You don’t have to be on cam with me if you don’t want to…”

Seungcheol chuckles as he tugs his shirt off, leaving his sweats on as he gets onto the bed with you. He checks the viewfinder with you, making sure the angle cuts off right at his collarbones. “I’m sure, and as long as the cameras don’t shift, we should be fine. I wanted to try this.”

The unknown factor scares you a little bit, but you trust Seungcheol enough to know that he knows what he’s doing.

“Now, c’mere.” He gestures to you as you tilt your head at him. “But there’s still, like, 12 minutes until we need to start…”

“Yeah, but we’re doing things my way tonight, right, sweetheart?”

Nodding slowly, you crawl on your knees towards Seungcheol, stopping right in front of him as he leans in to give you a chaste kiss. You smile into it, melting under his touch before he pulls away. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” 

The mood shifts quickly when he slips into character and you can feel your heart racing in your chest when his arms wrap around your midsection. He tugs you towards himself until your back meets his warm naked chest.

“Daddy just wants to make you feel good, princess. Don’t you want that?”

The warmth blooms inside your chest at Seungcheol’s soft voice, “Mmhmm…”

You check the viewfinder to see half of your face cut off and Seungcheol’s head out of frame. His arms are wrapped firmly around your midsection before his hands start to roam your lingerie-clad body. “My babygirl’s had such a rough week. I think she deserves to be treated like a princess tonight.” You gulp as Seungcheol whispers into your hair; a content sigh on your lips when he cups your breasts in his palms.

“Let me make you feel good, okay?”

You lean your head up against his shoulder as his fingertips continue to roam; letting him take the reins.

He slides your bra straps down your shoulders gently, kissing the skin before he slides the material from you. His hands find their way back to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands as you mewl. “S--Seungcheol…”

His eyes flit to the clock on the wall. “Looks like it’s time, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you lean away from his touch for a second as you click the red button on your laptop screen that indicates you were live. It gives a countdown of three seconds just as you situate yourself back in Seungcheol’s lap.

gentleman_josh95: whoa what

universe_WZ: yo wait

angelhan: ????

kitty_junjun has donated $69

kitty_junjun: for my favorite couple

“H--Hi guys…” You whimper; lips falling into a silent moan when Seungcheol pinches your nipples between his fingers. “I--I, um, a-ah, daddy wanted to s-start early so…”

sleepy_wonu: ….interesting

sleepy_wonu has donated $50

therealchan99: btw u didnt have a show on sat! everything okay?

“Ah, ye---yeah, just, some stuff came u-up, is all. Sorry!” You shoot the camera a sheepish smile, hoping that nobody else presses for more.

Seungcheol notices the way you tense up in his hold as he kisses the crown of your head.

“Daddy’s taking care of it now, isn’t that right, babygirl?” The comments and donations flood the screen as Seungcheol talks; questions of who he was and comments about the previous videos still lingering in your viewers minds as they continue to praise the two of you.

He takes your distraction as an opportunity to ghost his hands down your torso until they flit along the edge of the waistband of your panties.

“Spread your legs a little more, baby. Let them see how wet your panties are getting.”

sleepy_wonu: seems like daddy dom.cheol finally got his hands on you huh lol

sleepy_wonu: somehow i knew you’d make a good pair.

tangerine_kwan: the--------------

hoshi_tiger_xx: wait how r u sure

chwenon: actually.... 🥴🥴🥴

sleepy_wonu: i mean, do u see him in here? Isnt it weird he hasnt donated yet?

alphagyu97: goddamn he rly went from private show to actual fucking?

alphagyu97: … living his best life, i cant even complain

For a second, you want to respond, but you let the comments go on to see what else they had to say before chiming in.

A blush blooms on your cheeks when Seungcheol ghosts his fingers over your panties; hips rising off of the bed when he presses into the growing wet patch on the material. He chuckles lightly as he, too, reads over the comments.

“Guess we’re caught, huh?” You can’t help but giggle at Seungcheol’s lighthearted approach to them finding out; glad that he seemed to be okay with it.

chwenon: bruh he said stroke game on ✨x-games✨

xcaliburDK: wait so r u guys gonna be on cam together regularly now?

artist8hao: damn, shouldve known he was packin

“Erm… we--well, not necessarily! He’ll, maybe, join me for some here and, mmh,  there but… but that’s it for, ah, n-now..”

Seungcheol drags his fingers up and down your folds through your panties as the material starts to stick to you like a second skin. He noticed you’d hit your show minimum where you usually liked to really start your show, moments prior.

“But for today, I thought I’d take it slow with our babygirl. Let her feel nice and good after her long week.” He checks the viewfinder one more time to make sure everything’s okay before he drags his fingers back to the waistband of your panties as he starts to push them down. “Help me get these off of you, sweetheart.”

You replace his hands with yours as you shimmy the soaked material down your legs until you can kick them off.

Spreading your legs, you make sure you’re directly in the camera’s views as Seungcheol brings his fingertips down to your soaking cunt. “Look at her. I’ve only been touching her for a little while and she’s already so fuckin’ wet for me.”

tangerine_kwan: fuck, give her what she wants

artist8hao: sink those fingers into her tight pussy just like what she likes

Seungcheol drags his fingers through your wet folds teasingly slow as you whine. “M-more… daddy…” He hums in response, middle finger on your clit as he rubs slow circles. Your eyes slide close at his gentle touch, body filled with warmth as you rest against him. You even momentarily forget that the two of you were being watched live; if not for the sounds of donations and comments pouring out of your speakers.

“Babygirl, don’t you have an announcement for your viewers?” He grins against your hair just as he runs his fingers through your wetness again; this time, positioning two fingers at your entrance as he slowly sinks them into you.

He starts a slow pace as he pumps them inside of your warm walls, curling and scissoring them as you clench around the digits.

“A-ah, y--yeah, this Friday I--I’m doing a collab stream on--on, ngh, G-Golden Closet Gaming and, fuh--fuck, on Saturday we’ll be doing a collab stream on, hah, my ch--channel!”

xcaliburDK: wait u kno gcg too?

therealchan99: threesome?

angelhan: wow this channel is growing so fast

“N-no, ah, d-daddy wouldn’t like that very m-much but, mmh, it’s---it’s for a good reason! I promise~!” You let out a choked sob just as Seungcheol starts thrusting his fingers faster; heels digging into the sheets as your legs threaten to clamp shut.

“Ah, ah, ah, keep your legs spread, baby. They have to see your pretty ‘lil cunt stretched wide around my fingers.” He kisses your hair once more before he ever so slowly adds a third finger, pumping them into you slowly. Your nails dig into his thighs at the fullness you feel, hips bucking up as you meet his fingers.

“O-oh my god, ‘m suh--so full!” You whimper, eyes clamped shut.

You already feel yourself close to an orgasm as your thighs start to shake. Seungcheol takes notice of the way your pussy gets tighter around his fingers and the way your breath becomes more stuttered as he curls his fingers inside of you.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Get my fingers nice and wet.” Seungcheol coos.

“D---daddy!”

The donations and comments flood the screen with words of praise as your orgasm washes over you; back bowing away from Seungcheol as your body locks up in his lap. He places the pad of his thumb on your clit as he starts rubbing circles on the swollen nub, laughing lightly when your thighs clamp shut around his arm.

universe_WZ: so fuckin pretty when she cums

alphagyu97: a sweet babygirl getting what she deserves

Small cries fall off your lips as the oversensitivity starts to bite and you bring your hand to Seungcheol’s forearm as you whine and try to push his hand away. “Mmh… ‘m sensitive now…”

He nods gently as he slowly eases his fingers out of your soaking pussy. “Spread your legs.” 

You shakily follow his orders as you catch your breath; shaky legs parting for the camera to see. Seungcheol brings his wet fingers to your lips as you start to lick and clean them of your wetness.

kitty_junjun: fuck and she’s such a good girl too

universe_WZ: a good babygirl who knows how to clean up her messes huh

Seungcheol clears his throat, adrenaline rushing through his veins, “I want you to cum one more time for me, baby. Think you can?” You blink sleepily at the camera, foggy eyes already noticing you’d somehow made twice as much in this show despite Seungcheol not being any of the donators.

“I---I think so, daddy…”

He nods, gulping as he slowly starts to move from behind you. “Good, because you’re gonna cum on my tongue for everyone now.”

Arousal pools in you at Seungcheol’s words and you shoot him a panicked look when he gets up from the bed. He smiles at you softly, rounding the bed and entering the camera’s view with the back of his head showing.

“Lean up against the pillows, sweetheart. Let them see your cute face when you’re cumming on daddy’s tongue.”

angelhan: blue hair huh

sleepy_wonu: lol tryna keep tabs so u kno who to look for?

alphagyu97: maybe

therealchan99: yes but no

Seungcheol takes a deep breath before he lays on his stomach between your legs, hands on your thighs as he places them over his shoulders. He’s slightly nervous; if only because he’s worried he might accidentally show his face. But he steels himself, smiling up at you once before he leans in, tongue already flicking at your sensitive clit before you can even properly get situated.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Your hands immediately tangle into Seungcheol’s hair as you throw your head back against the pillows.

This time, he doesn’t start slow; his plump lips around your clit as he sucks hard. “D--Daddy, please!” You whine as you dig your heels into his back and Seungcheol is quick to laugh against your skin. He kisses your clit; smirking when you jolt under his touch.

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much? Do you want me to stop?” He lets you catch your breath as you slowly bring your head down to look at him; bleary eyes focused on his wet lips and twinkling eyes.

“N-no… jus’ wanna c-cum again…’m really close already ‘cause ‘m sensitive...”

Seungcheol hums, leaning in closer as he drags his tongue from your clit to your entrance, slightly dipping his tongue in as you moan above him. He repeats this process a few times, teasing you as you whine and squirm.

xcaliburDK: goddamn her expressions are so cute

chwenon: she rly does look good like this

hoshi_tiger_xx: better than her toys

universe_WZ has donated $100

angelhan has donated $75

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

You get lost in the pleasure, already on the brink of your second orgasm when Seungcheol sucks your clit back into his mouth. He draws you in closer by your thighs when he feels you shaking under his touch; doubling his efforts when he can already feel your body start to lock up.

Seungcheol flattens his tongue against you, dragging his tongue up and down in hard strokes.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m---I’m c-cumming!”

Tears wet your lashes as you cum hard on his tongue; fingertips locked tight in his hair as your hips cant up into his mouth. He lets you do as you please, letting you ride his tongue as you take your pleasure from him.

The sounds of donations and comments pour in from behind Seungcheol’s back and he has an itching feeling that the shows in which he actually appeared were going to be more popular from now on.

Not that he’d complain.

Your soft cries from above pull Seungcheol from his thoughts as he slowly eases his tongue off of you; kissing your sensitive clit one last time as you squirm.

“Nooooo~” You cry, pushing his head away as he laughs.

“It was nice meeting you all~” Seungcheol comments as he slides out of view of the camera. “I’ll let you take it from here, sweetheart.”

You smile tiredly at Seungcheol, wiping the sweat from your brow as you close your shaky legs.

“Thank you, daddy~”

“Did you still want to get a part time job? I mean… these numbers…”

Muttering, Seungcheol turns off all the lights before he slides under the bedsheets with you, laptop dead-center as the two of you look at the amount of donations you’d made from the single live show.

“Yeah, I think it’d be fun! And anyway, I might’ve already found a place! And with a friend!” You grin at him just as you slam your laptop shut; confusion painted on his features even in the darkness.

“A friend? And where?”

“’Dynamite’! With Jun!”

Seungcheol snorts, flopping into his pillow. “You serious? Why there?”

You snuggle up to his side, resting your head on his arm as you stare up at his side profile. “They’re hiring, Jun would know my schedule the best, and I’d have someone familiar with me.” Pausing, you smirk up at him even if he can’t see it. “And they probably have cute little pastel diner outfits… With a cute ‘lil skirt… And if I bend over enough for you, maybe you’ll see my cute ‘lil panties that are already wet just thinkin’ about you… ‘n maybe you’ll have to take me back to your car and fuck me in your backseat and cum all over my cute outfit.”

Seungcheol nods in though, images of you bent over the hood of his car with your panties pushed to the side as he fucks you in the parking lot; the risk of everyone seeing you making his cock throb in his sweats.

“Hmm... Touché.”

[camslightstories]

Tolerate it - Part 3

Notes: I wanted to thank all of you for the love and support, it means a lot. I don't think my writing is very good, but I been improving and I'm really glad you guys liked it. I will be updating tomorrow. Thank you for reading and I��hope you like it

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Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers. 

The afternoon came around and the sunlight illuminated the house. Boxes of Christmas decorations were piled in the living room. The soft Frank Ocean music was heard in the background. The smell of chocolate occupied the house.

A few hours after you left, your mom stood in the kitchen. With the phone on her ear as she waited for your sister to pick it up. Her eyes ranked over the entrance of the house, as she remembered how weirdly you were acting. 

The hand dribbling in your thigh, the way you didn't talk more of a sentence. Your constant staring at the beach is the same thing you did without knowing as a kid when your father died. The silence as you worked putting the boxes away, was another giveaway since every time you would be doing anything you would hum a song. 

The way you awkwardly answered when she asked you about Lena, and you didn't fangirl over her as you always did, even though the two of you were in a relationship. The way your glance painfully glanced at certain places and tears would threaten to come out, as you immediately brushed off. 

She knew you enough to tell you were different, and that is why she was calling. She knew one of your sisters would obviously know something about it. The long phone rang a few times before Alex picked up.“Danvers, speaking”

“Hey sweetie, how are you? How is Maggie?” Your mom responded.

The redhead said as she smiled. After a time, their relationship grew stronger. “Hi mom, we're both good, today is our day off, and you?” 

Eliza mentioned as she took a sip of her chocolate.“That's great honey, I'm good, your sister came to visit me today”

“Yeah, Kara told me she was going to go since she needs an interview for the girl she is mentoring after New Years'. But I thought she was going on Saturday” Alex responded as she nodded to Maggie to not stop the TV.

“No honey, Y/N. She came to put some boxes away in the storage.” Your mom responded as she put her mug on the kitchen island.

“Ohh I thought she had to work on the pastries for the DEO gala tomorrow and the classes,” Alex said confused. You guys told each other everything, from you having a dumb thought to you accomplishing your dreams.

“No, she didn't mention it. She seemed different to Alex, she just didn't seem as herself” Your mom mentioned.

“What do you mean mom?”Alex said as she sat up on the couch, Maggie stopped the movie and stared in worry at her fiance.

Eliza said “Well she put at least 12 boxes away and she was just not herself, she kept staring at the ocean. And when I mention Lena she just awkwardly answered trying to avoid her”

“That's weird” Alex commented after mouthing to her fiance ‘Y/N’ after Maggie asked what was wrong.

“Yeah, I wanted to ask you if something happened. Because Alex she hasn't been like that since Jeremiah” Your mom said as she glanced outside to see where you sat.

“Nothing has happened that I know of. But I will go check on her. Don't worry okay mom? I will call you later” The redhead responded as she got up.

“Be safe, Sweetie and I love you, say hi to Maggie for me” Your mom concluded as she walked outside to see your drumsticks on the storage.

Your sister said, before ending the call, as she turned to Maggie. “I love you too, okay mom” 

Maggie stared at her fiance, as she asked “What's wrong with baby Danvers?”

“Mom said she was different, she said she was acting like when Dad died,” The redhead said with tears. You had felt in a silent depression when Jeremiah died, and it left slowly after a few years. 

She had told you when you were born she was going to protect you at all cost, and when Kara entered the Danvers family the blonde did the same. And you as the baby of the family you promised yourself you were going to protect you as they did to you, and you were going to sacrifice everything if it meant for them to be okay and happy.

Maggie knew that the bond between the three of you was strong, and she had witnessed it various of times. When Alex was kidnapped, while she and Kara were fighting you were talking to Alex the whole time, and even offer yourself to change places with the guy’s father confessing to a murder you didn't do.

Or when Kara had solar flares you were helicoptering around her, you would check out what she would eat, or where she was going, everything. And when both of them got into a Life or Death situation with Cadmus you had yelled at them until exhaustion. And cried for the next week clinging to them from waking up to sleeping.

And when you got hurt, Kara and Alex would stop everything just to comfort you. When Barry broke up with you, she, Winn, and James had to stop Kara and Alex from going to beat him up because he broke your heart as he chose Iris over you.

Maggie and Alex were walking down the street, before entering JJ’s, one of your workplaces. The redhead furrowed her eyebrows when she noticed a new girl at the counter doing her job. Maggie noticed Amelia on the register working and signaled Alex to talk directly to the manager. 

“Hey Alex, Maggie. How can I help you guys?” The brunette said as she noticed the couple.

Alex responded as she looked around “Hey Am, I'm looking for Y/N, I thought she had an afternoon shift, or is she at the school?”

“She didn't tell you?” Amelia commented surprised.

Alex recountered worried “Tell me what?”

“She was fired from the school two weeks ago since they found a ‘better fitting music teacher’ and well JJ fired her this morning after she slept in here last night” The brunette mentioned.

Maggie and Alex begin surprised and worried about the newfound information. Alex started to think about the trust and abandonment issues you had. Maggie noticed her partner going into deep thought so she decided to take over the conversation.

“Wow, that's weird. Do you know where she might be?” The Latina asked.

Amelia answered as she pointed to a jewelry store at the front of the street.“She had me put some of her checks in Mr. Rogers name, she might be there”

“Thank you, Lia, see you,” The couple said as they nodded. The brunette nodded with a smile and kept working.

The streets in National City had always been busy, cars honking up and down the road, some people would often compare it to New York. The daylight of the afternoon illuminated the streets. The cold air and breeze still accompanied people even when the sunlight was up. 

“Good afternoon, to my favorite couple,” The old man said behind the counter with a smile, as Alex and Maggie entered.

Alex responded as she smiled and hugged the man. She had his help to find the perfect ring for Maggie, and now he was making their wedding bands “Hello Mr. Rogers, good afternoon”  

“I was going to call you Danvers” The man commented. 

Alex responded with a worried glance. “Why?”

“Well, your sister paid for outrageous engagement right, and then she came by this morning saying she didn't want it anymore and that I could donate all the money to the orphanage,” He said as he reclined on the counter, Maggie and Alex sharing a look of surprise. 

“She did what?”Alex dropped her jaw in surprise, making Maggie roll her eyes as she softly hit her fiance on the shoulder. Alex came out of her shock, just to speak up almost yelling.

“Yeah a $25 thousand ring, she paid in the last 2 years” Mr. Rogers commented, making your sister and Maggie enter in shock, not being able to say anything. 

“Let me get it for you so you can see the piece of art,” The old man said as he laughed going inside the back of the store. 

“Did you know she was going to propose?”The couple looked at each other before, asking millions of questions with their glances. Maggie recuperated herself first, before speaking up. 

“No, I knew she was in love with Lena but not that she was going to propose” Alex mentioned, as she clenched her jaw. 

How could you not tell her?, What other thing were you hiding? Weren't you supposed to tell her about things like this?, Weren't you supposed to trust her with everything?

“Here it is ladies”. Mr. Rogers said as he put in the counter a black box, Breaking Alex out of her thoughts, opening it when the couple came closer. 

Both of the women stared at the silver ring. The ring was simple but sophisticated. The diamond was but between a small infinite form. Alex and Maggie exclaimed at the same time. It was small, simple, and perfect for Lena. 

“Ohh wow,” Alex said.

Maggie commented “That looks so much like Lena”

The old man said, breaking them out of shock. Giving them 5 envelopes, “Do I still give the money to the orphanage? She also left this for you”

“Yes sir, thank you, I will see you around Mr. Rogers,” Alex responded before sighing as she checked the letters, no daring to open the one with her name. There were five letters in total, with your handwriting. One for Lena, one for Maggie, one for your mom, and the other two for each of your sisters.

The man said with a wave, making the couple smiled.“Bye girls”

After a few minutes, of silence and thinking. Maggie started to think as a Detective recurring every single thing you did. “Okay let's go back and think, She was fired two weeks ago from begin a music teacher which was her primal income, she didn't tell anyone”

“Yes, then last night she slept at the bakery when she had a shared apartment with Lena, her girlfriend. And if they had fought she would have asked Kara or me to spend the night at our apartments.” Alex responded, stopping, seeing her fiance working technique.

Maggie said as pointing out each action. They knew you would often make decisions on feelings but this was out of your league. Leaving is not something you would do, your trust and abandonment issues making sure of that. “Because she slept overnight at the store, JJ fired her today, which she didn't tell anyone, then she canceled her perfect engagement ring order for Lena of 25 thousand dollars and told Mr. Rogers to give the money to the orphanage. Which was at least 2 years of her work” 

“Then she gives five letters to Mr. Rogers and asked him to give it to us and then she went to Mom's, with enough boxes to put away all of her things. Acting differently like when my dad died.” Alex said as she finished, taking a big breath, she knew something was wrong and now she didn't know what to do. She was mad at you but she was also scared of everything that has happened, and how haven't break.

“You don't think it has to do anything with Kara don't you?” Your sister said after Maggie and she shared a knowing look. Kara was also in love with Lena, her best friend. 

After 2 years of seeing you two together, the blonde had figured out. And she knew the blonde was hurting, when she saw Lena with someone else, better said with you. Alex didn't want to think about the fact that Lena somehow loves Kara too, and that if something happened you would be heartbroken, lost, and more. 

She couldn't think like that because she knew you would give up anything so that they could be happy and okay. And if you were hurting, Kara would be hurting too, knowing she hurt you. And she would have to stand at the side, as both of you were hurting because she couldn't do anything.

But why the letters? Why not a text, a call something? Why did you ask someone to give them? There was something that wasn't adding up.

The redhead was pulled out of her thoughts when her phone started to ring again, hoping it would be you. But was greeted with your sister's name on her screen. The redhead shared a look with Maggie before answering the phone.“Kar?”

The line was silent for a few seconds before the blonde blurted out. Making the redhead sighed, there it was.“Yesterday, I told Lena I love her”

[mingtiddies]

heart on the line

member: seungcheol

genre: mostly angst, not much cheese but the cheesy part is cheesy as hell

word count: 4413

warnings: mentions of sex (very brief)

a/n: what??? a fic??? for real??? wendy omg!! anyways, as promised (more like announced), here’s a nice fic that i don’t hate. i hope you guys will enjoy it and like it as much as i cherish it. it’s a fic i wrote years ago while in a different fandom, and i decided to rewrite it for seungcheol!! I felt like it fitted him best out of all 13 members.. 

You had been dating Seungcheol for a little while now. Since freshman year, the two of you were inseparable. First days made you all kinds of nervous. And so of course, you had been a nervous wreck on the first day of high school and he had been there to help you through it.

The closer you got to Seungcheol, the more your mutual friend Jihoon would subtly imply that the two of you made the perfect pair and looked like a couple. None of you would catch on his remarks, but shortly after that, you did end up dating.

And everything had been good between the two of you. Until he met her.

Last year of high school. A milestone in your relationship with Seungcheol... Two, technically. While you had celebrated your fourth year of having met, your two-year anniversary as a couple was right around the corner. The boy had been your rock since day one; he made you happy and you were still hopelessly in love with Seungcheol.

Halfway through that year, your school buzzed with news of a new student transferring in. Na Yoojin, and she would be in your class, as it turned out. Although at first you couldn’t recall how they had met, it came back to you on a warm afternoon when all of you hung out after school. After Yoojin’s transfer, your best friend’s younger sister quickly befriended her. Haeyoung befriended her after that and so naturally, you became her friend as well.

Seungcheol and Yoojin had met on a regular school day. He would often come by in between classes to catch glimpses of your face and hold your hand away from the prying eyes of your classmates. He would come, even if it meant you could only see each other for a minute or two.

Sometimes it would be the other way around; at the sound of the bell, you’d rush out of your classroom and get to his. But this year, he would make it a point to get to your classroom before you could even get out of yours.

That day, he greeted you outside just as you walked out of the room with Yoojin, getting some fresh hallway air before your next class started. You had noticed Seungcheol right when you stepped out of the room and walked over to him, with Yoojin following you.

You had introduced him as Choi Seungcheol, and feeling like it would come off as defensive for no reason, you with-held the detail that he was your boyfriend. “I see you’ve made friends with my beautiful girlfriend,” he had said, with the cutest smile on his face. He had gone on to say that you and the Shin sisters were the best company she could have hoped for.

Seungcheol falling for a friend of yours seemed so laughable at the time. You knew him inside and out. And you hated yourself for not seeing it sooner. The more you thought about it, the clearer it was to you that there had been a few signs.

Hanging out with you when it was supposed to be just you and the girls. Always suggesting for everyone to hang out together, and insisting on inviting everyone.

By the end of the year, Seungcheol’s behavior had changed in small but many ways. He wasn’t much of the same boy you had started dating, and not just with you, but with the others as well. In the way he would smile, in the way he would laugh. He would never feel comfortable around you. And much less around all of you together.

You had realized by then that he had fallen for Yoojin, he wasn’t just crushing on her. But you knew Seungcheol. And he would never cheat on you. Nor would he break up with you only to get together with your friend. At least not right away...

And you hated it. Every second of it. It felt like you were keeping him from being himself, and you hated that more than anything. And so you did what you thought was best, for both of you.

You were sitting in front of him, cross-legged on the floor of the library, while he sat back against the wall, cross-legged as well, his nose buried in a book. You were both studying for different tests, but as soon as you looked up at him, your mind wandered to that fateful afternoon when Seungcheol and Yoojin had met.

You thought about how he looked at her when she wasn’t looking and how his eyes would light up. You held your breath. “Do you ever think we should stop this?” The words had escaped your lips before you could truly think about it.

You weren’t ready for that conversation. Not here, not now...

He lifted his head to look directly at you, curious, “What do you mean?” As much as you regretted bringing it up, you had an opening. If you backed down now, later you would overthink and chicken out.

You had no idea how to approach the reasons that were forcing you to do this to him, but this was your chance to let him go. “I mean... us.” He was confused. Only at first though. But then you could read a mix of surprise and relief on his face, that he was obviously trying to hide.

“Are you breaking up with me?” You wanted to take it back, so bad. You loved him... so much. But that was exactly why you couldn’t bear to see him so... out of character. “I just- yeah, I am... I’m sorry.”

It felt like you were apologizing for breaking up. But you were apologizing for not letting go of him sooner. And you couldn’t look at him anymore. Tears filled your eyes and you looked away. “I- I should go. My mom won’t be happy if she gets home before I do,” you forced a chuckle out of your throat.

“I’ll uh, pack the things you left in my room so you can pick them up... whenever,” you said, as you gathered your notebooks and threw them in your backpack. “Yeah, okay...”

You stood up, turned away, trying to hold back your tears and walked away without a word. You wanted to run away. Run away and never look back. But you knew it would make Seungcheol suspicious, and the last thing you needed was for him to confront you about breaking up.

Instead of going home, you headed straight towards Haeyoung’s house. You knew she was home; she had kept you updated on her fourth date with Jihoon, and you knew that she had gotten home safely a few hours ago. You knocked on the door, and waited for a response, expecting Haeyoung’s father, but you were met with your best friend’s face.

In a matter of seconds, you noticed her face go through at least three different emotions. First was joy, as she would always be delighted to see you, then her brows furrowed in confusion at your lack of reaction. Why weren’t you as happy to see her as she was to see you?

And last, you watched her confusion turn to worry as you offered her a teary eyed smile. “What happened?” You shrugged, “We broke up.” Her eyes widened in shock, “What?” She grabbed you, pulling you inside her house and dragged you to her room.

“Are you sure? What did he say exactly?” she asked as she sat on her bed, looking up at you in disbelief. “Haeyoung, I broke up with Cheol,” you said when you realized that she thought he had been the one to break your heart. You hadn’t thought it was possible for Haeyoung’s eyes to open even wider than they had before.

“B- But I thought you loved him!” she stuttered. “I do,” you replied, as you felt the tears burning your eyes again. You sniffed, fighting them back, “But he likes someone else, Haeyoung. I didn’t want him to be trapped in our relationship. That’s not who I am.”

She jumped to her feet and rushed to wrap you in her arms as you finally stopped holding back your tears. That night, Haeyoung had asked her father to call your mom to ask if you could stay the night. You were in no mood to face your mother, or your big brother.

Besides, being in your best friend’s arms was the only thing that felt somewhat normal for the time being. You ended up telling her who Seungcheol had fallen for and that you had let him think you were okay with breaking up.

Just as you had told each other goodnight, lying in the dark, you rolled to face your best friend. “Hey?” you whispered. She hummed in response. “Please try and set him up with her,” you requested. That had probably been the dumbest thing she had ever heard you say.

“y/n...” you heard the disapproval in her voice. “Please, Haeyoung,” you pleaded. You heard her sigh very loudly before she finally said, “Fine.”

After graduation, you, Jihoon and Seungcheol had been accepted into the same university, while Haeyoung had been accepted into a university from the next town over. On that very day of graduation, Seungcheol told you that he was going on his first date with Yoojin.

Haeyoung had kept her promise; she had dug around a little, maybe even cornered the poor girl, but in the end, she had found out that Yoojin had been falling for Seungcheol too. And even though the thought of the two of them falling for each other behind your back while you and Seungcheol were together made you feel worse, you let Haeyoung proceed to set them up with each other.

Integration was a fun experience. A chance to get to know other students before classes started. That was where you met Jeonghan and Joshua, and made friends with them. As it turned out, Seungcheol had met them at a summer camp when they were kids.

Your friendship with Seungcheol remained somewhat intact, despite the fact that you still felt the same about him. But your ex-boyfriend still believed you had decided to break up because your puppy love had flamed out.

Seungcheol and Yoojin kept a long-distance relationship all throughout freshman year and sophomore year. You found it impressive.

You sat in front of Jihoon at a coffee shop on campus, Joshua and Seungcheol both sitting on his left, while Haeyoung and Jeonghan sat on your right. You glanced at your best friend and smiled at her, slightly nudging her.

It was one of those rare moments where you could all be together; especially with Seungcheol dating someone off campus and Haeyoung being at a different university. She was staying for the day and would be going back to her dorm first thing in the morning.

You had no doubt that the boys would try to sneak her into Hoon’s dorm. And if that plan fell through, she could always stay with you. Since your roommate had cleared out for the semester and for some reason unknown to you, they wouldn’t assign you a new roommate.

Jeonghan stared at all of you and silently chuckled, which caused Jihoon to frown at his friend. “I just find it funny that most of us are in a relationship.” You mentally scoffed, knowing that you were the only one at this table that was still single and that your last boyfriend was literally sitting a feet away from you.

You decided to wait and see where the conversation was going, as Joshua looked directly at you, “When was your last relationship, y/n?” Your eyes widened at the sudden question. You had expected them to tease you about being single, not to ask you about your most recent relationship.

“Wow, um... The last boyfriend I had was... in high school,” you answered, desperately trying not to look at Seungcheol. You felt Haeyoung squeezing your right hand in an attempt to comfort you, making you realize that your right hand had been on your lap while the other was tightly holding your tea cup.

Haeyoung was still the only one who knew the real reason behind the break-up, what it had done to you and that you were also the reason Haeyoung had set the two of them up with each other. And she also knew that you still had feelings for him.

She finally let go of your hand, when Jihoon loudly snickered, staring at his coffee cup. “Your last boyfriend is definitely not the last person you slept with.” Understanding what he was referring to, you brought your free hand to rub your face and sighed, “Oh my God, Jihoon. Will you drop it?”

His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at you, “Never!” You rolled your eyes at your friend as the others shared looks and you could’ve sworn you heard your best friend attempting to and failing to contain a chuckle next to you.

Jeonghan looked at you in confusion, “Who did you sleep with that’s so terrible, that even Jihoon of all people won’t let it go?” he asked. He was right. Jihoon usually didn’t care too much about who his friends were sleeping with. So who had you gotten involved with, that would make Jihoon so bitter?

It only took them a few seconds to realize who it could’ve been. You tried to ignore Seungcheol, Jeonghan and Joshua as they looked at you as if you had murdered someone. “Kim Yeongsik?!” Joshua whisper-yelled.

You rolled your eyes once again and sighed, face-palming yet again. “It happened once, guys. Chill.” Jihoon mumbled something, too faint for you to hear.

After a couple dozens of minutes, you decided it was time to go home and walked out of the coffee shop. You hugged Haeyoung goodbye, in case she did stay at Hoon’s dorm, knowing that you wouldn’t be seeing her in the morning, because of an early class you had.

You walked home with Joshua and Jeonghan seeing as they lived closer to your dorm than the others. They were also the only ones to share a dorm together; both Seungcheol and Jihoon had gotten single room dorms, being in a relationship and whatnot.

Less than a week later, you were able to hang out together again at the cafe. Except this time, Haeyoung couldn’t make it, so you went on your own with the guys.

You heard Jihoon muttering just as you all noticed Kim Yeongsik walking in to get a cup of coffee. You honestly couldn’t tell how many times you had rolled your eyes at how dramatic Jihoon was being. The muttering went on for a few minutes after Yeongsik left, but then your conversation finally went back to normal.

It felt different without your best friend, but you had gotten used to the boys being around. Even though you would never be alone with Seungcheol. And it somehow felt like Jeonghan was to thank for that. After all, he was the most observant of your friends, and you had met him at a time when awkwardness was palpable between you and Seungcheol.

If it weren’t for your obligations as students and young adults, you most likely would have stayed at the cafe for a few more hours. As you all stood up to head out and go your separate ways, Jeonghan groaned. “Shit, I forgot we have to go grocery shopping.”

Jihoon chuckled, asking why they had to do it now. “Because Joshua forgot to do it last time, when we still had a bit of food left. And now we have nothing,” he answered.

He turned to you, concerned, “You’ll be okay, walking home alone?” You opened your mouth to reply, but Seungcheol beat you to it, “I can walk you. It’s... actually on the way to my dorm. I usually just drop by Jihoon’s dorm first,” he suggested. “Always stealing my food too,” the latter muttered under his breath.

Joshua patted Jihoon’s shoulder as Jeonghan waited for you to tell him whether or not you were okay with it. Oh, he definitely knew. Of course you didn’t want Seungcheol to walk you to your dorm.

The last time he had walked you back to your place was back when you were still together. The day before you had broken up was the last time, if memory served right. But all of them knew you hated walking home alone, and so if you refused, it would only make you suspicious. “Yeah, okay,” you breathed, nodding.

Perhaps you imagined it, but you could’ve sworn you saw Seungcheol sighing with relief all over his face. You brushed it off and bid goodbye to your friends, before you left the premises with your ex-boyfriend.

After two very long minutes of deafening silence, despite being in broad daylight in a populated area, you realized one thing. As much as you wished you hadn’t, you noticed Seungcheol’s change of attitude. It would always be something you would be able to pick up on, especially when it involved him.

You opened your mouth to ask about Yoojin, but for the second time that day, he cut you off, “Why did you break up with me?” Well shit, you thought. You would much rather be asking about his girlfriend than have him rehash the past like that. You took a deep breath.

“Because of college, at first. Uh, I didn’t think we’d be in each other’s lives and I didn’t think we’d last. And uh, then I realized our relationship was going nowhere,” you lied.

You had to admit, you didn’t think you could lie so blatantly about the breakup. But you couldn’t find it in you to tell him the truth; that you had never wanted to break up with him and that you had done it so he could be happy with Yoojin. Which often sounded childish and stupid, when you would think about it. You just knew that you would do it again, for him, if you had to.

“So you’re happy now?” he asked, which automatically made you frown. “I guess...” you shrugged. “I’m doing alright, classes are okay, I have great friends.” He nodded, listening to you.

You sighed. You couldn’t not mention the fact that there was something off. You took big steps forward, stepping in front of him and turned around so you could make him stop.

“What’s up with you, Choi Seungcheol?” you asked. He was being weird again. “Listen, if it’s about the Yeongsik thing, you have nothing to worry about. I know he’s an asshole and I’m not dating him, nor will I, ever,” you said.

He briefly shook his head, “I know that. I know you.” You raised an eyebrow at the man in front of you. Then what could be the problem? The last time he had been acting so off, it led you to find out he had fallen for someone else. You immediately frowned, “Something happened with Yoojin?”

For a second, he looked at you confused, with a hint of panic, but he tried to compose himself the next second. Too late, you had noticed. He had always done a poor job at concealing his emotions. “Something did, didn’t it?”

He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact at all costs, “We broke up,” he admitted. They what?? “What?! Wait. What happened?” you asked. Your mind was racing at this point.

You had ended your relationship with Seungcheol, pushing him into someone else’s arms, just so that you could see him be happy. And they had broken up? “It’s fine. It was five months ago.”

You had spent three years heartbroken about this decision that you had made. Every time you started to regret making that decision, you reminded yourself that he was happy with Yoojin. And that was what you had wanted for him.

The past few months had been harder on you, especially since your friendship with Seungcheol had gotten back to normal. Back to how things were before you got together. But, they weren’t together anymore?

“I thought you loved her,” you stated, trying to keep your composure. He sighed, “I did,” then he corrected himself, “I do! But that’s just it... I love her, but I wasn’t- I’m not in love with her.” He added something that you couldn’t quite make out. But it felt like you somehow knew where this was going, especially the second he looked up to stare directly into your eyes.

Unintentionally, you took a step back, shaking your head as your eyes started to water. And this time, Seungcheol didn’t try to hide the panic or the confusion that was written on his face. “Oh God,” you breathed. This was happening.

“You can’t do this. Please, don’t do this,” you pleaded. Suddenly you were eighteen again. “y/n...” You lifted your hand, wordlessly asking him for a minute to think as you noticed how much your hand was shaking. “y/n, talk to me, please,” he asked in the softest tone you had heard him use in a long time.

You clenched your shaking hand into a tight fist and closed your eyes shut, as a scoff escaped your lips. It came out as a strangled laugh, maybe more of a sob, as you were on the verge of crying again. All this heartache... Racing back into your heart. “I was heartbroken,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“y/n.” You looked up at Seungcheol, noticing the worry written all over his face. “I broke up with you because I thought you were in love with her,” you said.

You scoffed, running a hand through your hair as your eyes drifted to the scenery around you, “And I told Haeyoung to set her up with you...” you added, not speaking to anyone in particular. How lucky you were that there wasn’t anyone anywhere near you.

“Why?” he asked, raising his voice so you could hear him. “Because I love you and I wanted you to be happy,” you exclaimed, your head snapping in his direction, vision blurry with tears.

There was silence again. Upon seeing his reaction, you realized you had messed up. And so you did the only thing that crossed your mind, you took off running.

Luckily for you, Seungcheol didn’t seem to be on your trail and after a while you realized you didn’t really know where you were going, so you stopped altogether and pulled out your phone. You scrolled through your most recent contacts, taking a breather and swiped right to call your best friend.

“y/n?” Haeyoung’s voice filled your ears. “He- He’s not in love with her. They broke up. He said- he said they broke up months ago. And then I told him. Haeyoung, I- I told him I still loved him. He knows. I-” your best friend cut you off, “Wait. Wow, slow down, please. Breathe.”

You took a deep breath. “What happened?” she asked. You breathed in again, walking back to your dorm and started over, explaining how you and Seungcheol had ended up having that conversation. “y/n, that’s a good thing! You don’t have to carry that anymore. So why did you call me?”

You cleared your throat and scratched the back of your neck, “I panicked... And I might have- ran away, literally.” She yelled your full name as you reached your building, scolding you about doing things like that, causing you to sigh.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you spotted Seungcheol, sitting on the floor at your door. “Shit,” you muttered. The moment he saw you, he stood up and walked up to you carefully, offering a smile. “I figured I’d catch you here.” Of course. You thought about Haeyoung’s words.

“You’re not gonna run away again, are you?” You softly chuckled and shook your head to reassure your freshly perm-haired friend, “Not making any promises.” Getting Haeyoung back on the line, you told her you would call her back later and hung up.

You sighed, “I’m sorry.” Seungcheol frowned, which somehow made his light brown eyes pop. “You don’t have to apologize,” he said. You shook your head, “But I do. You don’t deserve any of this, Seungcheol. I- I put myself through this, I know that. And because of that, I’m scared. That’s why I reacted that way,” you explained.

“Cheol, I would break up with you again if it meant that you’d be happy. And I’m scared that all of this will happen again.”

He reached for your hand and squeezed it. It had been years since he had held your hand like that. “y/n, I don’t think I’ll ever love someone as much as I love you,” he admitted, as it brought a small smile to your face.

He intertwined your fingers together, looking down at how your hands fit together as you took a glimpse at his face. “I’ve been in love with you for more than five years. You have to believe that’s enough.” You slowly nodded, accepting and knowing that he would never hurt you in any way, not on purpose anyway.

“Yeah?” he asked, bringing your hand up to his face, giving it a soft peck before smiling. You nodded again, having trouble finding words. “So we’re good? You still love me?” You chuckled at the face he made before confirming that you were. “You’re a lot more cheesy, but I’m still in love with you.”

He looked at you for a moment and the look in his eyes turned serious. “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked. “We will be,” you replied, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

“Do you wanna stay? It kinda feels empty without a roommate,” you offered. He gave you a smile that put his dimples on full display and accepted to stay over. You reached for your keys in your pocket and walked to your door.

He took the keys from you, smiling at you when you frowned, and he unlocked and opened the door for you. You let him walk in first, reaching for the light switch to turn it on.

“I can’t believe you slept with Kim Yeongsik, though,” he commented, slumping on what he correctly guessed was your bed. “Oh my God, Cheol,” you groaned as you closed the door behind you.