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writingroom21 · 5 months ago

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Sweet Escape

Pairing: Rafe x single mom reader

Summary: Moving to Kildare with your best friend and daughter was the perfect move. The little island is perfect, the people are nice, and you are finally at peace. Then Rafe comes in with his perfect smile and charm, sweeping you off your feet. The only issue is if you are ready to let someone else in.

Warnings: None

Wc: 5.2K

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Chapter 3: A Surprise Guest

“Does this look good?” You turn around to look at the three people sitting on your bed. June, Jo, and Vi are all perched up watching as you try on different outfits. The two adults share a look as the youngest keeps staring at you. She may be young but you swear she understands what is happening. Her eyes have a glint to them like she’s aware of what you’re about to do.

Well no one could blame her, you have been talking about this all week. From the moment you came home that night you blabbed about it. The whole dinner consisted of “Can you believe he actually asked me out?”, “Am I stupid for saying yes? I should be focusing on Vi and I”, “This could end badly, what was I thinking?”. Then Jo’s favorite.

“You know it wouldn’t hurt going out for once. Plus he’s really hot.”

If they thought that first night was bad it compared nothing to the second. Rafe had apparently stopped by the shop with an excuse for seeing you again. You had gone on about it all of dinner that no one else got a word. But honestly they couldn’t care.

“You know I was smart enough to ask you out yet not smart enough to ask for your number. So here I am fixing yet another mistake. Think I can get it?” He slid a plant carrier over the counter. Looking closer at the label you see it’s a red Chrysanthemum. You laugh at the gift and he gives you a weird look. “Is something wrong with it?” God he was so dumb for getting you a dumbass plant. You literally own a flower shop, what was he thinking? “Nothings wrong. It’s just red chrysanthemum’s meaning is I love you. I was just giggling over that.”

The blush that painted his cheeks was cute. It made you feel better that you aren’t the only one nervous about all of this. “Oh shit I didn’t know that. Flowers have meaning?” His eyes widened and looked to the side of where Vi played with some toys. “Don’t worry she’s distracted with that new piano toy Jo got her. Every flower has a meaning to them. Years ago they would use flowers like another language to communicate how they feel. It’s actually really cool.” You look so euphoric talking about flowers, it’s kind of the same look as when you talk about your daughter.

There was a meeting he had to get to by eleven but he canceled it once he saw how happy you were. He spent most of his time there asking you what different flowers meant. At first just wanting to see that look on you, then it turned into a game. He really wanted to see if you knew every meaning because come on, there’s no way. But boy did you prove him wrong. What sealed it in was when after he said goodbye to you, he walked over to Vi and gave her a hug goodbye. It was one of the sweetest gestures you’ve seen. Her smile was so big it made you want to cry.

There was no shutting you up after that. Every text message he sent was followed with “Oh my god he texted.” Every dull moment was filled with “He’s not so bad. Like he was just telling me how he and his sisters are going to the beach on Sunday.Then he asked if we all wanted to join them. That’s nice of him.” Jo couldn’t have cared less, she’s never seen you this excited over a guy.

Her and her grandmother keep talking about how nice it is to see you this way. Excited about your own life for a change and getting back out there. They never liked your ex, he seemed like an asshole which turned out to be true when he skipped town. They can’t help to be happy for you.

“I think the last dress was nice. Red suits you so well plus your boobs look great in them.” June swats her arm, tsking at her grand-daughter. “Josephine. I have to agree about the red dress but that one also looks really good.” You groan as you throw yourself on the bed. You’ve been at this for an hour. Rafe is most likely going to be her soon and you’re not even ready yet.

“Where is he even taking you?” Your words are mumbled through the comforter. “Couldn’t understand a thing. But it sounds nice.” Flipping around you are staring at the ceiling. “I don’t know. He wanted it to be a surprise.” Tiny hands come into your view and then a face. Vi looks down at you with a wide smile on her face. She’s been happier recently, well more than usual.

“That’s sweet that he wants to surprise you. Richard did the same thing for me when we went on our first date.” Richard is Jo’s grandfather, he passed away ten years ago. You remember growing up and wishing you were lucky enough to have love like that. There’s a spark deep down in your abdomen, some sense of hope. You shake it off and get up. “Where are you doing?”

“I have a red dress to put on.”

By the time you are done getting ready there are two text messages from Rafe. I’m leaving right now and I’ll be there in five minutes. The last text was sent almost six minutes ago but there’s nothing saying he got here. Not thinking of it you walk downstairs to wait only to be greeted with the sight of him sitting on the couch along with the rest of the house.

“If you break her heart I won’t hesitate to hurt you. I don’t mind getting my hands dirty.” Rafe laughs as he picks up the toddler trying to get up on the couch. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” June gives Jo a shocked look from how fast he answered and how he is acting with Violet. “You know it’s not just her you would be getting involved with. Her and Vi are a package deal.”

There’s a slight pause in the conversations as he looks down at the little girl sitting next to him. Her big blue eye’s stare back up at him. He can’t explain it but there’s a part of him that feels connected to the both of you. As if this is where he was meant to be, that all the fucked up shit in his life lead him to this moment. “I know. I may not be a dad but I’m taking care of my sister so I get it in a way.” He looks at the two of them hoping they understand what he’s trying to convey.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Trying not to think much of it, you walk into the living room. The echo of your footsteps alert them of your presence. Rafe swears his heart stops when he looks at you. He honestly didn’t think you could get any more beautiful and he was wrong, you just did. That dress fits you so well and you’re just glowing. Carefully he gets up holding Vi as she clings to him.

“Hey. Wow you look wow.” He walks over and almost hands Vi over to you. His brain finally kicks in and he walks back to hand her over to Jo. “My bad I was meaning to give you these not Vi.” He picks up a bouquet of flowers you didn’t notice were laying on the coffee table. They are pretty, you look at the simple arrangement. Gardenia, morning glory, and blue salvia. Each one of them means a sort of admiration. Gardenia meaning either your lovely or secret love, morning glory for affection, and blue salvia is I think of you.

Even though you know he doesn’t understand the meanings there is still a blush forming. “They’re beautiful, thank you.” The two of you say goodbye and make your way to his truck. He opens the door up for you and puts his hand out so you can use him as leverage to get up. The ride to where you are going wasn’t too long of a drive.

“Okay, close your eyes, we are about to be there.” Giggling, you follow his instruction and close your eyes. The truck tires run over gravel making a crunching sound before the tires screech to a stop. You can’t help but keep giggling as you get more excited about what is in store. The passenger side door opens and your seatbelt is unbuckled for you. Rafe’s hands grab your arms to help you out and he holds your hand as you walk.

You are putting all of your trust in him right now. Not being able to see anything is stressful and scary at the same time. “Jo has my location just as an fyi.” Rafe lets out a huge laugh. “Damn looks like I’ll have to trick her next. Make sure I get all the evidence.” You playfully shove him only to lose your footing. He catches you before you can fall and helps you get your footing back.

“Lucky I’m here or you would have fallen right in the water.” You know how they say when one of your senses goes the others are heightened? Well clearly that was not the case for you. You didn’t even hear the water until he mentioned it. But now all you can hear is the water slapping against something. “Where did you take me?” You laugh out loud. You can feel his chest press against your back, his hands laying on your biceps. “You can open your eyes now.”

When you open them there is a boat staring back at you. You look over your shoulder at him and see that he looks nervous. “Wait fuck I never even asked if you liked the water or if you get sea sick. I messed this up already haven't I?” It might sound weird but his nervousness is nice to see. Turning around you throw your arms around him and kiss his cheek. “It’s perfect.”

The boat is nice. The upper deck is for steering, the middle is lounging, and the last floor has a bedroom as well as a kitchen. He had a table set up on the second floor deck, two chairs facing each other. The two of you are now sitting there after riding out a little further to the water. Light candles illuminate both of your features.

The two of you are laughing over some dumb joke he said, sipping the wine that he poured for you. “Okay this has got to be the best chicken I have ever eaten. How is it this good?” Rafe swallows the bit of food that he had in his mouth. “I can ask Reggie to give you the recipe. I wish I could take credit for all of this. Probably couldn’t cook to save my life.” Sometimes it’s a shock to be reminded about how rich he actually is.

Like he has a whole chef to cook for him. It’s a crazy thought because you’ve been cooking since you were a kid. “Is it weird having a chef and people that do everything for you? I can’t wrap my head around it.” Rafe puts down his fork and leans back to look at you. “Nah. I grew up like this so it’s not weird to me at all. But I get it, it’s weird when you didn’t grow up with it.” There’s a slight breeze that moves through your hair.

From the candle light you can see a little spark in his eyes. “Maybe you could show me how? I know Wheeze only has a few more years before college but it would be nice to give her that.” It took you a second to realize he was talking about his little sister. “Of course I can. How old is she?” The boat rocks lightly as the waves hit it. “fifteen. Sarah is nineteen so you can imagine how crazy the house can get.”

“Did you always have a good relationship with them?” The question makes him freeze up. You want to take it back but he answers it. “When I was younger I loved them so much. Then as I got older I got bitter and I did things I’m not proud of. But after my dad died last year I knew I couldn’t be that person anymore. I’m trying to be better for them and for myself I guess.”

“That’s honestly very noble of you. Not many people would own up to that or take on that responsibility.” He wants to tell you that you're wrong about him, he’s not worth being praised. Sarah makes sure to tell him that all the time. No matter how much he tries she only pushes him further away. The only reason she tolerates him is for the sake of Wheezie, not wanting her to have a broken family after losing their dad. “I’m not a good person. I have a lot of issues that I’ve been trying to get past.”

You reach over to grab his hand over the table. “No one expects you to be perfect. The fact that you are trying is all that matters. No one is perfect.” He flips his hands so he can intertwine your fingers together. “You are pretty amazing, you know that?” The smile on his face makes you smile. The grip on your hand tightens for a second and then relaxes. “Tell me about your day.”

The rest of dinner went smoothly. Both of you shared stories about yourselves growing up. You found out that Rafe’s mom left when he was around nine and his dad already had a new wife around ten. You feel bad that he was given that end of the shitty stick. Sure your childhood wasn’t as glamorous as his but at least you had your parents. Even if they abandoned you in the end, they loved you growing up.

The more you get to know him the more you can’t help but fall deeper. He’s funny, handsome, kind, and most importantly he seems great with Violet. “If you don’t mind me asking what happened with Vi’s dad?” The two of you are laying down on the main deck and staring at the stars. Your mind wanders to how he now calls her Vi and not Violet. It happened some time this week during his daily lunch visits. It warms your heart hearing him call her by her nickname.

“He left once I told him I was pregnant. Just packed everything up and left, never looking back.” Rafe turns to look at you, his hand seeking out yours. “He’s a fucking dick.” The words sink in and your eyes flicker to meet his. “You know everyone always says that.” You turn to your side so you are facing him. “What do you tell them?” You take a deep breath. “I made up some lie about him doing what he thought was best. Honestly I just want to tell them that she’s better off without him. He didn’t love me and I know he wouldn’t have loved her. She’s better off not having a dad that hates her.”

Your words cut like a thousand knives. But if he’s being honest, you’re right. He lived through that, he knows what it’s like to have a dad who hates him for just existing. No one should have to go through that. Turning to his side his other hand pushes back some hair behind your ear. “You shouldn’t have to cover for him. But you’re right, she’s better off without him.”

There’s a mutual understanding that the conversation would end there. You two stare at each other and Rafe is the first to break. He turns on his back looking back at the stares. “Did you know that the bigger the star is, the shorter their life span is.” You stare at him for a little bit longer and turn on your back as well. “Really?”

“Yeah they fuse different elements like helium and it releases their energy. When they run out of fuel they just die, then those elements are used to make new stars.” Looking at the sky you can see the different sizes scattered around. The open water is void of the outside world light, making the stars look brighter. “Huh, I never really thought about how they die. Who knew you were such an astrologist?”

By the time you got back to land it was pretty late. The two of you had watched the stars a bit longer and decided it was time to call it a night. It was a pretty good night if you had to say so yourself. You were shocked at how you didn’t want the night to end as you pulled into your driveway.

Like a gentleman, Rafe walks you up to the front door. “I had a great time tonight. If you are up to it maybe we can do it again.” He’s getting skittish not knowing how you actually feel about the date. “I had a great time too.” You grab his hand and swing it between your bodies. “This may not be what you want to hear but I want to take things slow. You know that I have Vi and she’s my number one priority. I like you but I need to be safe.”

You are just about ready to bolt into the house when he doesn’t say anything at first. “I get it, don't worry. We’ll take it as slow as you need. I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls your hand up and gives it a kiss. “It’s okay to put the two of you first, beautiful. As long as you get that I have to do the same with Wheezie.” You laugh at him. “Deal.”

Going to bed that night all you can do is smile. Vi had crawled into your bed after waking up from hearing you get in. She curled up into your side and let out a small sound. “Ra?” You snuggle into her and give her a little kiss. “We’ll see him tomorrow okay? I promise.”

The next morning was a crazy mess. Everyone had woken up late and you were supposed to leave for the beach an hour ago. When you woke up you had a few messages from Rafe. Morning beautiful. Sarah and Wheeze are getting ready right now so we’ll leave in like thirty. Then there was, Hey , we are on our way. Be there shortly. When you woke up there was a final one just a minute prior. We’re here but no one is answering the door. Is everything okay?

You had rushed out of your room and to the front door. “Hey I’m so sorry we overslept. Just give me a few minutes and we will be ready.” You are ushering them into the house and onto the couch. “Want anything? You can help yourself to literally anything.” The two young girls give each other a look as you freak out. The look turns into one of awe as they see you and Rafe interact.

“Hey it’s okay. We don’t mind waiting so don’t rush yourself. The beach is going anywhere.” With a kiss on the cheek you are off to get ready. It didn’t take long to get Jo up and get yourself as well as Vi ready. The three of you make your way down the stairs to meet up with the rest of the lot. June decided to stay back and let you all enjoy the day.

Once Violet lays eyes on Rafe she screams and runs up to him. “RA!” Rafe springs up from the couch and lifts her into his arms. “Vi. Hi sweetie. Did you have a good day yesterday?” Sarah has this look on her face that you can’t ignore. It’s pure disbelief. “Yes! Jo pwad prwincess.” The two teens watch the scene unfold in front of them. Wheeze is smiling at the two of them, happy that Rafe is going back to his old self. Sarah on the other hand doesn’t know how to feel.

Sarah keeps an eye on Rafe the whole day. Inspecting the way he interacts with you and your daughter. It’s like she’s watching a different version of her brother, she’s never seen him this happy. Even when he was some type of normal he wasn’t this happy. When he first told her and Wheezie about you all she wanted to do was warn you. To tell you to keep yourself and your daughter out of his way because it will only end up with you getting hurt.

She wanted to channel all of her rage and anger for him out on you. But sitting here in a beach chair watching as he chases the small toddler round she can’t find it in herself to do it. The part of her that still loves him is banging on the bars in its enclosure saying that you are what he needs. That Rafe is actually changing. She remembers Wheezie telling her she needs to start forgiving him because even if he did bad things he truly isn’t a bad person. He was just lost and is finding his way back out.

“So tell me about Rafe growing up?” The sound of your voice interrupts her thoughts. She looks over at you and smiles. “When we were younger he was amazing, always making me laugh. I guess after our mom left things changed. Then he became a teenager and turned into someone I don’t know.” She has half a mind to say what her mind is begging her to but then she realizes that maybe she is wrong. “But he started changing after our dad. I didn’t want to see it but Wheeze is right.”

“What do you mean she’s right?” You sit up using your elbows to keep your upper half upright. “Rafe has been changing and I refuse to see it. But seeing him with you and especially with her, I can tell that he actually is.” You follow her eye line to see Rafe and Vi building a sandcastle near the water. She runs to the water with a bucket and he darts off behind her. He lifts her in the air and spins her around.

You can hear her giggles from where you are laying down, his laughs following along. “Her dad left when he found out about her. Do you think he really changed? I can’t risk it, she’s getting attached.” You sit up fully and turn to face her. “I do. He still has work to do but no one’s perfect.” It’s the first time she will allow herself to admit it. This past year she’s been harboring so much resentment for him not recognizing how he must have felt. But if this is his new chance then maybe it can be hers too.

“Good because I like him. I may not fully know him but I like him.” Sarah smiles at you and pulls the sunglasses off her face to give you a good look. “Good because I think he really likes you too.” You get up. “Where are you going?” Glancing back at the blonde girl, you smile. “I’m going to go join them. Can’t have him becoming her favorite.”

You run over to them jumping on Rafe’s back mid spin. It’s a good thing you were in the water at this point because you fell right off. The water was warm so at least you didn’t fall in cold water. Rafe and Vi laugh at you as you get up. “Haha so funny” Rafe laughs more as he walks closer to you. He brings you in a hug and tries to calm down his laughter. “That was amazing, baby. Isn’t mom so funny?”

The freudian slip catches you off guard, Rafe catches on shortly after. He tensely shifts a little. “Umm sorry I didn-” “It’s okay.” He smiles at you and shakes his head, needing the thought of kissing you to go away. This isn’t the time or place, plus you wanted to take things slow. He’s not going to mess it up. He’s willing to do whatever you want honestly.

“Come on, we have a sandcastle to build. Let’s fill this up Vi and your mom can come join us.” Rafe dips down so she can fill the bucket and walks her back to where they previously were. The three of you just spend time finishing up the masterpiece that was princess castle. The name is courtesy from the two year old. Towards the end it was just really you and Rafe sitting there as she played around it with one of her dolls.

The two of you just sat there and talked about random things. You told him about the time in middle school where you confessed your feelings to your crush and how he ended up liking your best friend. He told you about the time when he was sleeping over a friend and accidentally caught his sister having sex. He said it was super embarrassing having to explain to his friend why he had a boner. It was pretty nice to be able to joke around with him and hear dumb little stories. Overall it was great getting to know him.

It would be safe to say that beach day was a success. Everyone got along together and more importantly Rafe secured the one that he set out to achieve. He got Violet to trust him which is something he really wanted to gain. Rafe knows that the little girl had a soft spot for him as he did for her, but he wanted her trust. She is a part of you and that means her opinion matters just as much. He knows that she’s important to you for obvious reasons and he wants you to know he’s taking this seriously.

It was refreshing to see the two of them being around each other. Vi has always been a happy baby, always smiling and laughing. Everyone was amazed at how well she was, never cried and always a joy to be around. Yet the joy she has when she’s around Rafe is a different level. It really warms your heart to see her this happy. Then there is Rafe. He is amazing with her, it was as if he was her dad. There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t attentive.

Even when you went to lunch he ordered for her and helped her eat. By the time the sun was setting she was out cold in his arms. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck. The three of you were walking all the way back to the car as his arm wrapped around you. To anyone else you would look like a family just having a normal day.

But to you it’s more. On the inside you are still kind of freaking out about taking that step further. Then you look up at him and the worry all fades away. It really can’t be that bad right? It’s still new and you shouldn’t get your hopes up but at least he’s trying. He’s tried harder than Vi’s dad or your parents when it came to you and her. Maybe that’s all you need.

“You alright?” Rafe is looking down at you and back at everyone behind the two of you. “Is this all too much?” One of your hands cups his face and you reach on your tippy toes to give his cheek a kiss. “Everything’s perfect. I can hold her, you know.” He grins down at you kissing your forehead. “It's okay I got her.”

That night was a pivotal moment for you. The voices telling you to keep your peace faded to the background, so little that you can barely hear them. A month has passed since that night and things have been going good. The two of you have gone on dates every weekend, even taking Vi on some of them. Every one she went on she enjoyed being the center of attention. Plus all the lunch dates you all had.

The first week he showed up everyday for lunch, taking the two of you out. When he showed up the following week everyday as well and you were suspicious. Then there was the next and the next. It became a routine. He would make sure he didn’t have any lunch meetings anymore, his lunch blocked off for the two of you.

It was the highlight of the three of your days. Rafe smiles brightly when Vi runs up to him and you're smiling at him before giving him a kiss. The same routine that’s ingrained to his memory, never to be forgotten. Rafe was running a bit late so the two of you were locking the door as he walked up to the shop. Violet, like usual, is the first one to see him and runs up to him throwing her arms out for him to catch her.

Rafe catches her lifting her above his head to look like she’s flying. “Hey sweetie Vi. How’s my girl doing?” He pulls her down to hold her to his chest. “Ray! Good, hungie.” He laughs and gives her a kiss on the cheek. “That's good, sweet pea, and you momma?” Your blush isn’t hard to miss, your cheek bright red.

He’s been saying that casually when she’s around. momma. It makes you blush every time, liking when he says it. He takes your moment of pause to steal a kiss from you. “It's been a smooth morning. An older couple came by and bought some flowers, they were so cute.” Rafe slings an eye around you as you walk towards his car.

“Vi did get antsy when you weren’t on time.” He dramatically gasps and whips his head at her. “Oh no Vi I’m sorry. Thought you would be able to cut me some slack, kid.” He puts on a performance for her, making her laugh out loud. “Sorry baby some guy cut me off and got the parking spot closer. Had to go a bit further down.” You go to respond but a voice interrupts you. The familiar voice is calling out your name. Looking at them you can’t believe who you see.

“Theo?”

His smile brings back so many memories, ones you wish would be scrubbed away. “Hey. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Rafe’s arm tightens around you and he looks between the two of you. At this point you already stopped walking. Theo walks over to you and is now face to face. “Who’s Theo?” Rafe sort of whispers to you, trying to act calm but internally freaking out. Sadly the other guy had actually heard him.

“She hasn’t told you about me?”

The cocky grin on his face makes Rafe’s face drop. He turns to look at you, subconsciously switching Vi to the other side. That way he’s blocking her from this random guy. “No.” Theo? Has the nerve to laugh at him, looking at you to see if you will say something. When you stay silent he looks over at Rafe. Staring him dead in the eye this random ass man just delivered a blow to Rafe’s chest.

“I’m Theo, her ex. You know that little girl's dad.”

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bitchinbarzal · 2 years ago

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I love you, come back | nico hischier

summary; part two of i love you, say it back which you can read here

Nico went back to Switzerland for the off season.

He called you the night before he left, leaving a voicemail.

hi, um I leave tomorrow for home - Switzerland I mean! I really want to see you, to talk to you at the very least so please…. I love you, come back.

You never called him back.

His time in Switzerland passed painfully slow and you were in Jersey, loving your life.

Once the season started and you knew the devils were back in town you avoided all sports you thought possible to run into Nico.

You didn’t even watch the game. You don’t watch them any longer.

You were out a bar in Hoboken and the game was on the tv’s. You’d glance every so often at the score and when a group would cheer you’d see the aftermath of a devils goal.

At the second period break the analysis came on the tv, the devils were down a few goals and you could see the toll it was taking on Nico.

You and your friend read the captions of the tv

“and Nico Hischier has had the worst start in his career this season so far!”

“That’s not fair” you mumbled.

“Rumour has it Hischier and his girlfriend split up just before the end of last season and that is what has been impacting his game”

“Well, whoever she is and wherever she is come back for the sake of the devils. I’m sure he’s sorry and he loves y’a!” They joke before continuing on with the broadcast.

You then turn to your friend with a deflated look and she says “Oh sweetheart…”

The next day you get a notification from twitter

@amandacstein: Captain, Nico Hischier is not happy with last nights second period broadcast! In interviews this morning he said “My personal life is not the business of the broadcasting team and I don’t appreciate my ex girlfriend being brought into the blame for our teams failures” and when later pressed as to why he felt the need to say these things this morning he said “Because I love her and I will always do my best to protect her from anything. She’s not to blame for our mistakes”

Your phone trembled in your hand. You re read the tweet over and over again before clicking on the links attached to the tweet, taking you to a video of these interviews.

He said it. You heard it.

You pause for a moment before you click through on your phone to purchase tickets to tonight’s game.

You had to hear it from him.

Walking around prudential was basically second nature to you at this point as you weaved your way through the crowds to your seat.

The jersey clung to your body as if you’d never taken it off, the number thirteen sat proudly on your back.

They won. They finally won.

In the stands you were cheering, screaming for them and their glory.

On the ice Nico wanted to cry, they’d finally won.

You thought you’d be able to make it down to the tunnel without being accosted but you thought wrong.

“You didn’t think you could walk in here and us not notice, right?” Darya’s voice asks through the corridor.

You pause, turning to look at her “I was hoping”

She pours at you for a moment before she takes off rushing towards you, both hugging one another “we’ve missed you so much”

“I miss you guys too” you mumbled into her shoulder.

“He’s not the same y/n”

“Dash-“

“He messed up I know but he does care about you”

You don’t reply.

“C’mon” she replies, taking your hand and leading you the way you were originally going.

Once you were downstairs the rest of the girls fawned over you for a moment until they heard the boys coming out.

Nico was last, shouting words of celebration to his team in front of him.

Your heart sped up hearing him.

When the sea of Hockey players had dispersed infront of him he was left with a crystal clear view of you.

He paused, almost tripping over whatever was in front of him.

You give him a soft smile but he’s still stood staring at you as if you’re about to disappear.

“Say it, Ni” you mumble.

He stutters before he says “I love you”

“Say it again” you whisper, both of you inching closer to one another.

“I love you” he’s stern in his words, you’re now right infront of him and he’s looking down at you before he says “Say it back”

“I love you, nico”

His shoulders drop, almost in relief and he’s let out all the tension. His stick drops to the floor I along with his gloves and his hands grab your cheeks and kisses you.

After you pull away, both breathless he smiles “You were here? All night?”

“Yeah I watched the game”

“Maybe the broadcast was right” he jokes and you shake your head “not funny”

“I’m sorry it took loosing you—“

“I don’t care, you said it back”

“I really do love you”

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nhl imagine

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imaginesforeveryone · 5 months ago

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Openning Night

John Shelby x Y/N

Summary: It was re-opening night for the biggest Pub in small heath and you planned to make it a night to remember after getting out of a long shitty relationship

Warnings: drinking, swearing, smut, flirting

“Come on Y/N we’re going to be late!” You heard Elisa, your best friend, yelling from across the house to you. But you weren’t even close to being ready. Still laid in your bed.

“Y/N Come on. Stop mopping. He isn’t worth it. He’s a bloody asshole that doesn’t deserve your tears. Aye?” She said moving the strand of hair that stuck to your check from you crying so much.

“But what if he’s there? I don’t want to see him Elisa!” You said pouting, turning over and putting a pillow over your face.

“Then I’ll kick his ass and send him back to wherever his stupid ass came from. Now come on, get up and let’s get you sexy! Never know maybe one of them Peaky boys will see you.” She said smacking you in the butt and pulling you up. You giggled slightly trying not to show any other emotion than sadness, but it was hard to with her. Going to your closet you got out this beautiful black dress you had been saving for your 4 year anniversary with your ex, but obviously that did not pan out as you planned. Slipping the dress over your body and helping it settle into all your curves and smoothing it out. You went over to the mirror that sat up against your wall and looked yourself up and down. Noticing the darkness your eyes held from so much crying. You sat down at your desk with your make up, perfume, and your journal laid on. Putting on some make up to cover your eyes.

“Holy fuck!” You heard from behind you.

“You look. HOT!” Elisa said looking at you. You rolled you eyes and gave a small smirk.

“Now come on.” She said grabbing your hand and yanking you up and out of your room. Grabbing your purse before leaving out the front door.

Making your way down the streets of small heath as everyone walked aside you and Elisa going probably to the same big event in the small town you lived in. Finally making your way to the doors of the new and improved Garrison. Walking in and being blinded by all the gold in the place. So much different than what it used to be. Beautiful but different. Small heath was not a beautiful place. But hopefully this can bring some beauty to it.

“Come on. Let’s get a drink in you!” Elisa said pulling you towards the bar.

“Two gins please.” She said with confidence and began looking around the room.

“We really need to travel. Its always then same men in here and im quite tired of it. I need me someone hot. But London hot, not small heath hot. You know what I mean?” Elisa went on and on about the men in this town. Taking down the gin that was set in front of you and asking for another.

“May I have everyone attention please!” You heard a voice across the room.

“LISTEN THE FUCK UP!!!” You heard an even louder voice yell.

“Now that I have your attention. Thank you all for coming out to the grand re-opening of the Garrison.” You looked over to see who was speaking and it was the one and only Thomas Shelby. The leader of the Peaky Blinders. You were dumb if you lived in Small Heath and didn’t know who the Peaky Blinders were. There was Arthur Shelby, the eldest and formally the head of the family. Then there was Thomas Shelby the middle child who had held the power now of the family. Then there was John Shelby. The most beautiful of them all, at least in your eyes. Those cheek bones, those beautiful eyes, that jaw line. Gosh did it have you feeling some type of way just thinking about it. And there he sat, just inches from Thomas who spoke standing on top of one of the tables. You honestly did not hear a word that was spoken. Just keened in on John as he sat there listening to his brother, with a tooth pick in his mouth that he moved side to side with his tongue between different parts of his mouth. Oh, what you could only imagine he could do with his mouth. Noticing he looked away from Thomas to speak to Arthur who sat next to him. Seeing his eyes wonder around the room looking in every direction like he was making sure no harm came their way, but eventually meeting with yours. With a small smirk and a wink coming from him you broke eye contact with him quickly in embarrassment.

“See now, if there could be more Shelby’s to go around that’s the man id want to wake up next to in the morning.” Elisa said. She noticed you looking a little red.

“Oh what did I miss. Why are you blushing?” She asked turning towards you and taking a sip from her drink.

“Uhm, I may or may have not just been staring at one of the Peaky Boys and got caught staring at him by him, and he may or may not of just eye fucked me a little.” You said quickly and downed your drink and quickly getting another.

“OOOOO!! Which one? Arthur? He older but, he isn’t bad looking. That mustache is a bit much sometimes but, I bet he has figured out ways to do crazy things with that or was it Thomas, because damn girl get it while you can. You can be the queen of small heath, maybe even London one day. OR , OR Was it John. Aw. John He’s adorable. a fucking badass, but super adorable.” She asked with her crazy personality as usual.

“Hello there ladies.” You heard a voice from behind you. You turned around and were you that drunk already that you were hallucinating? Is John Shelby ACTUALLY talking to right now.

“Im John.” He said with a smirk on his face and looking right at you. Even looking you up and down.

“Elisa.” Elisa said breaking the silence.

“Nice to meet you Elisa.” John said shaking her had.

“And you are?” John said looking at you with is hand out.

“Y/N.” You said with a slight voice crack out of being nervous.

“Hello, Y/N.” He said with his signature smile that made all the women melt in their shoes. Taking your hand and kissing the top of it.

“HELLO LADIES!!” Arthur said stumbling over to you guys, and slicking his hair back with his hands.

“And who is this beautiful young lady?” He said looking at Elisa and taking her hand in his.

“Elisa, and you are Arthur Shelby, and you’d like to dance.” She said taking his hand and leading him to the middle of the room.

“A women after me own heart.” Arthur said following her. You giggled slightly before looking back at John who seemed to still be looking at you.

“Gin?” He asked looking down at your empty cup and you just smiled and shook your head.

“Bottle of gin, bottle of whiskey at the window.” He said to the bartender. He took your hand in his and lead the way to the infamous Shelby booth.

“Out. ” He said to the men and women sitting in there. they scrambled before he could get the whole word out. Nervous, you sat down as he grabbed the two bottles and shut the small door.

“Don’t be nervous love. Just here for a good time, and maybe some small talk.” John said sitting down in the chair across from you.

“Tell me something about yourself Y/N.” He said lighting a cigarette and watching you closely.

You and John talked for what felt like a few hours. He was funny, charming, sexy. You didn’t realize the time till it became somewhat silent in the place. Only noticing because John and you weren’t talking as loudly.

“Wow, I didn’t realize how late it was. Sorry for keeping you so long.” You said to John before standing up and smoothing out your dress a bit but falling over your feet a bit. John catching you slightly to stand you up right.

“Sorry about that. Apparently I drank a little more than I thought.” You said with a slight giggle at the end.

“Love, you finished the whole bottle.” He said sitting you down.

“Well, I guess that’s what happens when you have good conversations with a good man aye?” You said grabbing the collar of his shirt.

“Oh what a wonderful night. Thank you Mr. Shelby for having me. But, I think I should probably find Elisa, and go home.” You said sitting up, then standing up, kind of wobbly at first, but catching your balance quickly.

“Darling let me walk you home. I don’t want you walking home alone. Lots a of bad people out there.” He said grabbing your hand.

“But aren’t you supposed to be bad people to?” You asked turning to look at him. Knowing well that was not right of you to say, but it kind of just came out, like word vomit.

“Oh I’m bad people love, but only to other bad people.” He said caressing your cheek.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home. Elisa went with Arthur, so don’t worry about her. She’s safe.” He said taking your hand, and grabbing your purse off the table. You followed him out of the room and into the main floor where you saw a few men laying on the floor passed out and some in the booths. You walked out the front doors of the Garrison and felt the cool breeze on your skin causing you to shudder a little. John took notice of this and took his jacket off.

“Oh no, Im okay John.” You said pushing his hand away.

“Wow, stop being stubborn.” He said wrapping the jacket over your shoulders. You grabbed the sides of it to pull it tight around your body for extra warmth, and breathing in the musk of the jacket that was Johns. You smiled at the thought of a Peaky boy taking care of you and thinking back to what Elisa said earlier.

“John.” You said as you walked through an alley.

“Yes?” He said looking over at you and making eye contact. Before you could say anything else, an overwhelming spark of confidence came over you leading you to push him up against the wall and attack his lips. Smelling his whiskey drenched breathe as his breathing got heavy from not being able to breath through the kisses. Taking your face in his large hands and roughly pushing the kiss deeper. Tongues intertwined with yours, bitting and sucking on his lip bottom lip. You just couldn’t control it. Was it because he was a Shelby. You never had such a strong man embrace you in the way he did. Lifting you off your feet and putting you up against the other building in the alley.

“John.” You said between the heated make out session.

“What?” He said still going at your lips.

“I don’t, remember where I live.” You said as he caressed and squeezed you ass that he held you up by.

“That’s okay come on.” He said with one last kiss, setting you down and dragging you down the alley, causally stopping to kiss you again. Stopping at a beautiful building, that you honestly have never seen before. You didn’t really ever come over to this side of town because you were too nervous to go into peaky territory by yourself. John unlocking the door as quick as he could and grabbing you to come in. Throwing you up onto a table that apparently had a lot of glass on it hearing it crash down.

“Shit.” You said, before John grabbed your face and started attacking your lips again.

“Its fine. Who gives a fuck.” He said taking off his vest and throwing it across the room. Smiling through the kisses you kicked your heels off under neath John, and started to fumble with your dress trying to get it off. Getting flustered John took over just ripped the front of your dress straight down the middle making you gasp and look up at him with an upset expression.

“I will buy you a new one. A better one.” He said with a giggle. Getting off the table with your now torn dress hanging off of you, you pushed John backwards towards the chair that sat behind him. He fell back into it slouched down into it, staring up at you through his eye lashes, very seductivly. You slipped your dress off letting it pool at your feet, leaving you in just your panties stood in front of John. Leaning down and grabbing the collar of his shirt and tearing down the from making all the buttons pop off.

“I’ll buy you a new one. A better one.” You whispered to him with a giggle as you mocked him. An evil smile spreading across his face. Swiftly standing up and picking you up all in the same movement.

Man was he fast, no wonder he was one of the most feared men by his enemies.

He made his way up the stairs, and kicked open the door on the right it was pretty dark in the room except for the moon shining brightly thought the huge, tall windows. Throwing you on the bed and hovering over you like a lion about to attack a gazelle. Unbuckling his belt and kicking off his shoes. He pulled down his pants along with his boxers, releasing the very long, but thick beast he had hiding away. Your eyes becoming wide and thinking how you’re going to fit that inside of you.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll be gentle.” He said with a wink and a beautiful smile. Grabbing him to fall down on top of you, but him catching himself gracefully with his hand on either side of you head.

“Maybe I don’t want gentle. Maybe I want that Peaky boy everyone is so afraid of.” You said in hushed ton. He raised an eyebrow, and your saw the fire start in his eyes. Almost making you a little afraid, but excited. Sitting up and stretching out his very firm and wide shoulders. He quickly moved to you panties and pulled them off. Pushing you further up the bed all in one swift move, he was between your legs with his hands spreading them apart, making sure you couldn’t close them.

“You sure you want this love?” He asked looking up at you from between you legs. You smiled and shook you head. With that he attacked you clit making you gasp loudly and taking the blanket you laid on top in your fists.

“Fuck.” You let out with the little breath you had in your lungs. As he dragged his perfect tongue up and down your very wet slit and coming back up to suck on you sensitive nub, with that making you feel your stomach into a knot.

“John. Fuck. Fuck. Im going to cum.” You gasped out. As he sucked on your clit he came off of it making you cry out.

“OH no no love. You want me to fuck you like the Peaky I am. Then you have to listen like the Peaky I am.” He said looking up at you.

“No cumming till I say.” He said right before he attacked you clit again. Feeling his tongue slip inside of you, making it 10 times harder to hold on to your orgasm.

“John. Please let me cum. Please” You cried out to him as you took his hair in your hand. He didn’t say a word just kept going. Moaning out so loud that half of small heath probably heard you.

“Go ahead baby. Cum all ver my mouth.” He said as he grabbed ahold of your thighs so you couldn’t wiggle away. Attack at your clit again sending you over the edge almost immediatly. Feeling your legs shake but being held in place.

“Fuck, John.” You said coming down off you orgasm. Feeling hands on your sides and then feeling lips attacking yours, tasting yourself on them.

“I think I don’t want to be a Peaky boy to you. I just want to be John to you tonight.” He whispered to you. You smiled, grabbing his face between your hands and pulling him into a deeper kiss. Flipping him over onto his back and straddling him the tip of his cock brushing at your opening. He stared up at you for a second before reaching between you and rubbing his tip against you.

“You ready love?” He asked looking into your eyes for confirmation.

“Please.” You whined out wanting it more than anything in this moment. Slowly he slipped inside of you causing you to gasp out and lift up almost making him slip out, but not before he grabbed your hips.

“Nu Uh, love. You can’t get away from me.” He said causing you to get drenched even more than you already were. Slowly sinking yourself down on him and adjusting to his girth. You were ready for him. Starting to bounce up and down on him, you could see him melting just a little bit.

“Fuck Y/N you’re so tight. So wet.” He gasped out. He lifted you up and slamming you down on him, over and over again.

“John. Can I.. i.”

“Cum baby. All over my cock.” He said out knowing what you wanted. With that you released and felt your insides pulsate around him, making your orgasm even more intense. You felt him start to get a little shakey, know what that meant. You leaned down and attacked his neck. Getting right in his sweet spot.

“Cum Johnny. Cum inside of me Mr. Shelby.” You whispered to him. As you said it he grabbed ahold of your shoulder and pushed down on your lower back making himself go deeper inside of you, making you gasp out at how much of him was inside of you. Feeling his hot cum fill you up as he twitched inside of you slightly. He let out a labored breathe letting go of you to relax his arms and his body.

“God damn love. Haven’t had sex like that in I don’t know how long.” He said laying his arms out on the bed. Rolling off of him and laying on the bed with your head on his arm.

“Believe me, I didn’t even know what it was like to cum like that. Ever.” You laughed out. You sat up grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around yourself.

“I should probably go.” You said looking down at John and his glistening body.

“Wait what?” He said sitting up.

“I figured this was just a hit it and go type thing. I don’t want to stay where I’m not welcomed.” You said with a sad smirk and turning around, but feeling a hand catch yours and spin you around into an embrace.

“If I didn’t want you to stay, I wouldn’t have brought you into my home.” He said looking around. You dropped the sheet that you had wrapped around you and stood on your tip toes to peck a kiss on his lips. He smiled as you pulled away and pulled you back into the bed wrapping his arms around you like you were the most precious diamond he’d ever had and slowly drifting to sleep in his arms.

#John Shelby #Joe Cole #John Shelby x reader #John Shelby xY/N #peaky blinders #imagine #imagines

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inklore · 1 year ago

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—🍊. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐔'𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓

this is not a writing challenge, this is just a list of summer au's that have been collecting dust in my google docs that i'm both sick of looking at, and also feel like for those who also really enjoy writing summery fics, could always use more inspiration or ideas for au's or scenario's (even if it's just smutty or fluffy blurbs).

please make note that anyone can use these for any fandom or character. it's literally for everyone, for whatever ship, gender, or verse. no one owns au's and everyone makes them their own and writes differently. so please do with the content below as you wish!!

you don't gotta tag me if you use one but would i love to read your beautiful work? hell yeah so feel free to if ya feel like it.

i separated each into categories + some might have added context or prompts because i have zero self control and like to be extra and add ideas onto things lmao.

hopefully someone finds these fun and helpful, happy writing my loves <3

LOCATION.

beach

ocean

ice cream parlor

lake town

ranch

summer camp

summer school

island

boat

fishing town

resort

the woods

national park

public pool

destination wedding

renaissance fair

lake house

bar

theme park

capecod

italy

winery / vinyards

country club

cruise ship

concert

RELATIONSHIP BASED.

brothers best friend ('unfortunately' spending the summer with your family)

neighbors au

exes back for the summer

bodyguard au (character a has to follow around reader whose some princess/rich girl on a vacation, bonus points if she's supposed to be on lockdown but refuses to stay at the hotel, even more bonus points if her parents sent her on this vacation as a rehabilitation for her bad habits)

best friends dad (you're spending the summer with your bestie and god her dads hot as hell)

mermaid x human

frat boy x good girl (last minute studying together before summer break, or maybe the frat is throwing a big grad party and reader decides to let loose for the first time in forever)

frat boy x sorority girl (it's giving rich hoes who can't stand each other who get caught doing something and have to do community service with each other alllll summerrrrr long, can you think of anything worse?!)

sitcom stars (they're both on some summer love show but fall for each other instead, or you're two celebs supposed to be fake dating on some mtv drama show in palm springs but you actually fall for each other)

park ranger x someone who thought going camping alone would be fun but oh shit i know nothing about the wilderness au

ex-best friends ex (a summer love but put revenge and 'we're only fucking because this friend screwed me over and it'll really show them' au anyone??)

lifeguard x parent au (or you saved my life let me repay you wink wink)

dads best friend

house sitter x house owner (or neighbor, or family member who came home early and wtf are you doing here and who are you?? or even the old i asked the neighbor to watch our house but also my wife wink wink)

babysitter who tags along on vacation with the family au

fake dating (for the summer)

friends to lovers was made for summer au's!!!

superhero x vigilante (nightly meet ups to keep the streets safe)

friends with benefits but only for the summer au

painter x muse

body found on beach x person who found them (+ the added bonus of the two of them working together to figure out wtf happened and how they got there)

sugar baby x sugar whathaveyou (free vacation? hell yeah)

roommates (renting a room for summer what could go wrong)

tour guide / local x tourist

camp counselor x parent of camper

friend group on a drama filled vacay au

the only single people at this resort for couples au

sad housewife x pool boy

DARK THEMED.

cult au

slasher au

hitchhiking gone wrong (or right)

monster au (summer is the perfect time to go exploring for the monster in the woods or the lake, ocean even, obviously)

haunted house au

ghost hunting au

hunter x prey (bonus points if they don't know they're being hunted until it's too late)

safe house au (gone wrong)

kidnapping au (it's giving 365 days but less shitty ok)

stranded au (on an island, in a creepy town, etc)

bestie's trip gone wrong au (the innocent looking guys at the pool who are gorgeous are actually super shitty and deadly omg, or the couple in the hotel room next to us are insane wow, or someone is killing us off...but it's someone within the friend group)

stuck in an abandoned amusement park au

INSPIRED BY.

grease au

dirty dancing au

x au (70s-80s pornstars au + added slasher element if ya wanna make it dark)

daisy jones & the six / rocker au (summer tour anyone?)

the white lotus (cheating au?? a couple hoping a vacation will fix their marriage, maybe even the whole shitty husband leaves you there and you fall for one of the resort workers)

50 first dates au (but make it 'i bet i can make you fall in love with me by the end of summer)

jurassic park au

i know what you did last summer au

friday the 13th au

the final girls au (aka you end up in your favorite movie and have to find your way out with a side of 'oh shit there's my fav character what if i stayed and made them fall in love with me instead', or go full final girls au and you're stuck in a cult horror movie and have to survive the night to get out of it)

outer banks / goonies au

schitt's creek au

romeo and juliet (1996) au

mama mia au (the prequeal tho aka boning a bunch of people and omg i'm pregnant who is the baby daddy tho??)

overboard au

OCCUPATIONS.

naturalist

farmers market vender

dog walker / dog sitter

dive bar singer

surfer

swim instructor

vet

journalist

camp counselor

author

cowboy

undercover pi

contractor

car wash attendant

lifeguard

gardener / landscaper

summer intern

tour guide

tutor

nanny

theme park owner

bartender

house sitter

summer farmhand

golf course caddy

sign-holder

movie theatre worker

uber driver

wedding photographer

hotel receptionist

RANDOM.

heatwave (how ever will we stay cool?)

shipwreck / stranded on an island au

rainstorm / hurricane au (stuck inside oh no what will we do??)

love triangle that shit

matchmaking au

love letters in a bottle au

drunken karaoke

kissing in the rain is top tier

workaholic letting loose au

(illegal) car racing au

road trip au

#feel free to add to this list if you wish #writing prompts #writer resources #fic au's #prompts #fic resources #au's #writing reference #fic help #resources !

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tlous1mp · 2 years ago

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One Night

pairing: jesse x fem!reader

summary: you and jesse both love people that do not love you back. in an attempt of a night of distraction you two spend the night together

warning: smutty smut smut, a little angst as well with unrequited feelings

a/n: lol i had not written smut in a long time and this is a bit messy.

Did you have any idea that your night would end up like this? No. Would you do it all over again? You were unsure, but there were no regrets.

Your best friend, Jesse, and you were heartbroken at the unexpected turn of events that happened a while prior to that night. Dina and Ellie got together. Fucking brilliant. They happened a week after Jesse and Dina broke up, and you and Ellie had been flirting for a while. It was going on long enough for a lot of people to believe that you two would be the ones who would end up together. That was not the case.

The circumstances with the four of you was a little messy and exciting for gossipers around town. Jesse was betrayed from how quickly his ex and closest friend kissed shortly after the breakup. You felt used by how Ellie had acted as though there was something going on between you two until her kiss with Dina.

Both you and Jesse were troubled about the situation in different ways, and yet it resulted in the pair of you drinking at the diner. Drinking and useless at finding a better solution. Thank goodness you guys had only a few drinks before you decided to head back to your place. It was not wise to be wasted, you both also had patrols in the morning to think about.

You unlocked the door to your home, allowing Jesse inside behind you. The light got turned on and revealed how small the space was. You did not mind, it felt cozy more than claustrophobic, "That was probably the best idea we have ever had."

Jesse took a spot on your couch, "I don't know about the best, but it did feel good to go out outside of patrol."

You grabbed two cups of water and sat next to your best friend. The both of you took a large gulp and managed to sit together in silence for a moment before you spoke up, "What do you want to do?"

The boy next to you tapped his pointer finger against the glass, "You know Walter?" you nodded, "He told me about this one time he got betrayed by who he thought was the one. He said that what got him to get over it was him was sleeping with a lot of people," Jesse scoffed.

"Oh please, he probably began smoking weed and drinking excessively after he got his heart broken most likely," you said, "Having sex was what distracted him but probably did not help him."

Jesse shrugged, "Yeah I tuned him out pretty quickly after that," he rubbed his hand on his thigh, "Getting drunk is fun, but it is not worth getting a headache in the morning and a scolding from Maria."

"And sex?" you chuckled, still somewhat tipsy.

Jesse sighed as he thought, "I am not the type to have one night stands or hook up with random girls. If I were to do that it would be with someone that I trusted."

You nodded in agreement, "I'm the same way. I would not want shit to get any messier than they already are with people who are innocent."

"Exactly," he said.

You stared at each other as silence crept into the conversation. No new topic came to both of your minds. Both water glasses were empty, "You want me to take that?" you questioned as you reached for his glass.

Jesse handed it to you, he seemed to be in his thoughts when you got up. Your throat felt a little dry, something a little more water would fix. As you poured some water into your glass, you heard Jesse walk behind you, "I trust you," he said.

After you took a short sip from your glass you said, "I know." You had a feeling of what he meant by that, and you surprised yourself when you hoped that you were right. This was Jesse, the man who helped you gain confidence in everything you did. He was the man who helped you more times than you could count on your fingers and toes. You felt as though you practically owed him everything, "I trust you as well."

Your glass was empty again, it was slid to the side and in Jesse's view. He grabbed your hand, pecked it and glanced at your face. For some reason you did not look at him still. He pecked your wrist, then up and up and up your arm. He stopped at your neck and leaned towards your ear, "I want to hear you say that you want me," he whispered.

This was Jesse, the guy that you wanted to fuck, the guy you wanted to make your pain go away for one night and one night was all you needed. Whether he was going to make you cry out of pleasure or he was going to take care of you as if you were made of glass, you did not care. After tonight you were going to go back to being his best friend and you were perfectly fine with that.

You faced him at last, a fingernail dragged along the front of his shirt. His breath slowed as he felt your hand move underneath the fabric. You placed a kiss on his jaw before replying, "Jesse, I want you."

His arm snaked around your waist before he kissed your lips softly, but you chased him with hungry desire. For a second you worried that you were coming on too strong, however Jesse's free hand in your hair comforted you.

The hand that remained under his shirt travelled further, your fingertips glided against his abs and up his chest. God, the anticipation to see his body out of those clothes drove you to be high on him already. Jesse did not need to be told of your thoughts, his shirt thrown behind you. You grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway that revealed your bedroom.

Before you could even reach the room your body was pinned to the wall by him. His lips returned to yours for a passionate and slow kiss that left you wanting so much more when he dragged your bottom lip with his teeth. He lowered his head even more to nip at your neck. Your head dipped back so that he could have more skin to work with.

The first sounds of whimpers that came out of your mouth along with his hair slightly tugged had encouraged him to leave a hickey, a hickey that would be hard not to notice in the morning. Oh well, worth it. You knew that he wanted your shirt to come off next. He kissed the section of your chest that was exposed. That shirt was quickly thrown off.

You took advantage of the few seconds you and Jesse were apart and pushed him to the wall in front of you. Neither of you could keep your lips off each other for long. Whether it was your lips, neck, or down his body, you kissed him. You needed to kiss him just as much as he needed to kiss you.

You quickly got annoyed with his pants when your hands wanted to go down there, but could not really do anything with his belt in the way. You worked as a team to get every last piece of clothing off each other as they were going to come off at some point anyway.

He stared at you as you got down on your knees in front of him. His gaze felt comfortable and sinful at the same time. The hum he let out once you licked his tip could've made you die happy. You opened your mouth and got more of his length into your mouth, "Fuck," he whispered. That nearly made you smile, if his dick was not in your mouth.

You noticed that he seemed to hold himself back as you continued on his cock. He kept his moans to himself and did not know what to do with his hands. You needed to change that if there was a chance of him truly enjoying himself. What your mouth no longer touched was replaced by your hands as you said, "Please do not hold back," Jesse tilted his head, "Don't worry, I can take it. All of it."

That triggered something in him, something rougher. His hand grabbed the back of your head and your mouth was filled once again. You got back to your rhythm like you had before, "Fucking hell," he gasped, "Go on like that, just like that."

Soon his pleasure took over his senses and his grip onto the back of your head tightened. You were locked in your position on your floor, not even your head moved on it's own as Jesse began thrusting his hips. You felt the urge to gag on his dick as it reached to the back of your throat multiple times. Tears had clouded your vision and you could only hear Jesse's grunts and moans until he felt he was close.

From one moment to being used as a cocksucker to just sitting on your knees in the middle of the hallway, you needed a quick breather. You stood up and saw Jesse's face, "That was so fucking hot," you said.

Jesse grinned and kissed your forehead, "So were you, but I think that you'll look even hotter when my cock is inside your pussy," he said before you were picked up and thrown onto the bed. You shrieked from how unexpected it was.

He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of your bed, "I want to devour you before we do that though," one of his hands caressed your thigh as he gazed into your eyes, "You deserve a reward for being such a good girl, although you sucked my dick like a slut." He licked a stripe on my cunt, and it resulted in a whine out of me, "Is that what you are? A good slut?"

He licked me again, "Yes, yes I am a good slut," I said without hesitation. He did not waste another second to explore my cunt with his tongue. It did not take long for him to find out how to get you lost in the same pleasure you had given him. He sucked onto you and had you be the one to guide his face, "Oh fuck me. I need you right there, don't move," you begged.

One hand left your thigh, and reached up to squeeze one of your boobs. You squeezed your other one, your back began to arch as his other hand opened your folds. His fingers entered you, adding to the ecstasy that you were already experiencing.

It was your turn to force him closer to you as you wanted. Every time you tugged his face closer to your pussy he would hum into you and got you louder. "Oh my fucking god," Jesse glanced at you between his eyelashes, "Shit, shit, shit. Moth-"

The pleasure grew even more and you refused to make a loud sound, worried that you would wake up the entire town of Jackson. Your bedsheets were scrunched, your eyes tightened, back even more arched and your moans and gasps, quiet ones, echoed in your bedroom. Your breaths quickened, "Jesse, please, I'm gonn-"

He stopped.

You sat up and resisted the urge to punch his arm out of sexual frustration, "Not yet," he explained, "It would not be fair if you got to cum and I did not." You nodded in agreement. He climbed on top of you and he kissed your neck. Jesse wanted to be sweet with you before the big finale. You appreciated that he could still be caring for you even though you were pissed at him.

Jesse's body was pushed onto the bed, your legs on either side of his waist. His startled face made you giggle, "I don't want you to do all of the work. Let me help you," you said as you caressed his chest again.

He sat up and you were practically on his lap. He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as he stared longingly into your eyes, "Do what you need to do," he said before his lips landed onto yours.

Your hands travelled down to his cock, rubbed it in the way that you did earlier in the night. Jesse's gasp disappeared into your mouth. You did not want to tease him for long, you were already ready from him eating you out. You two continued to make out, none of them have been so hungry as when you had started. You both wanted to take your time and appreciate the moments you shared that night.

You guided his cock into you, which caused a groan coming from you two. Your kiss broke and you pushed his upper body back to the bed. You moved your hips, the pleasure you gained from those simple movements got you moaning already. Jesse gripped your waist, "Oh my god," you said and bit your lip.

Jesse's hips moved into you as yours started to bounce on him. His groans and moans made you feel confident that you both were enjoying yourselves. You knew your tits started to move with Jesse's thrusts. You felt his stare at them, you also felt him licking, biting, doing anything he could do them. The combination of his dick and the assault on your tits made your head spin. You forgot who said what.

"You are fucking me so fucking well."

"You feel so big inside of me. Don't be afraid of breaking me."

"I love the way you moan my name out, makes me want to fuck you harder."

"Oh shit, don't you fucking stop."

"Not until you cum on my cock."

"Fuck me harder."

"You feel so fucking good with my cock inside you, slut," Jesse would say as you bounced faster, "Oh fuck."

You smiled at how messy he got with his thrusts, you were about to say something about it but you were cut off before you could. Jesse rubbed your clit, your head fell to Jesse and your foreheads touched. Your nails scratched down his back, but you heard no complaints from him and you were not stopped.

Moans, groans, words that should never be repeated in church were said in that room. His fingers got you closer than you were ever that night, "Jesse keep going, I need you to keep going," you begged.

"Are you going to cum?" he questioned. You nodded, your high had approached you almost instantly after you spoke and the only sounds you could make were more moans that bounced off the walls. You nodded as your response. His hips moved into you faster.

Your voice got higher, more pitched. Then you snapped.

Jesse pulled out of you and you reacted quickly to have your hand on his dick until it was his turn to cum at last. Most of it ended on you, but there was some on his dick, or maybe that was your cum. You didn't know. You felt a tap on your shoulder and motioned to his face. He was out of breath a little.

I climbed on top of him and he made sure that he would be comfortable as well. My pussy was in his view and my face glanced down at his dick. We licked each other up and released any last noises we had left.

After we were both done we rested our bodies next to each on the bed. Jesse wrapped his arm around me as I ran my fingertips through his hair, "I think that was the best thing we've ever done," you said as you stared at the ceiling.

Jesse chuckled, "It was fun. Did you enjoy it?"

"I am not exaggerating, you were the best out of all the other guys I have slept with," you said.

"What about the girls you've slept with?"

"Let's not go down that road," you said with a smile, "I would not mind if we did this again," you confessed.

Jesse chuckled, "Me neither."

You and Jesse drifted to sleep, completely exhausted and nothing left to say. No noise was heard from your front porch as Ellie walked away from your house.

#jesse tlou #tlou jesse x reader #jesse x reader #jesse smut #tlou jesse smut #tlou x reader #tlou2

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ahonice · 1 year ago

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Thunder

Thunder - Lana Del Rey

Trevor Zegras x Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: !!!This is a work of fiction, real people in this story are depicted differently then who they truly are!!! Buckle up this one is rough (imo…read note for more context) ANGST, Trevor being a bad boyfriend (I’m sorry, I spun the wheel and he was who it landed on for writing this about like actually I have a wheel to decide who I write about) reader is going through it and cannot catch a break (who can though??) Cursing, drinking (underage, blacking out, drunken confessions)

Note: This is my favorite Lana song ever, it’s so good (also describes my relationship with my ex PERFECTLY) um so this fic is literally just a telling of my past relationship in fiction form. But new series WHOOP WHOOP more Lana song fics coming soon

*Italics are song lyrics*

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“You roll like thunder, when you come crashing in. Town ain’t been the same since you left with all your friends.”

Trevor Zegras, your alluring, passionate, loving best friend. Trevor Zegras, your manipulative, callous, apathetic boyfriend.

You met Trevor when he moved to Michigan for hockey, he was sitting in your unassigned, but assigned, seat in your study hall period. You told him, as nice as someone could be at seven in the morning on the first day of classes after break, that he was in your spot and he immediately got up and moved to the spot behind you. Which surprised you, most people would be assholes about that and refuse to move because there wasn’t assigned seating in that class. What didn’t surprise you was that the guy you had moved out of your seat was now bothering you.

“Would you stop talking? This is a study hall, people might be doing work or studying, that’s what this period is for.” You told him, not very quietly making others in the classroom turn towards you. After he kept talking to you, well to the back of your head, about how god knows what.

“Sorry, it’s just my first day here and I’m a little nervous.” The boy said, ducking his head in shame, immediately making you feel guilty.

“Oh no I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were new here.” You said, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. “Do you want help figuring out where your classes are?” You offered in hopes to make up for embarrassing him.

“Sure, that would be great” He smiled at you, “I’m Trevor.”

“Y/n.”

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The two of you hit it off, instantly becoming friends. You drove to school together, you hung out during your study hall period every morning, you sat together at lunch, you both had after school activities but afterwards you would meet up to work on homework or just hang out together. After a few months Trevor had asked you to be his girlfriend, and everything was going great, until it wasn’t.

Trevor was a year above you in school, having met when he was a junior and you were a sophomore. The gap never was an issue until the last month of his senior year came crashing in, he was moving to Massachusetts for college in August and you were staying in Michigan to finish off your senior year. The talk went well, you were worried that Trevor would want to break up because he was leaving and didn’t want to do long distance, but Trevor made it very clear that was not what he wanted and he was fine with doing distance for a year because he was sure you were going to get into any school you applied to and that meant you could go to school wherever he ended up after the draft. You were happy in the moment, but you later wished he would’ve just ended things with you then.

“You roll like thunder, when you come crashing in. Regattas in the wind, that's why you’re visiting.”

The first month of long distance seemed to be going great, over the summer you accompanied him to the draft where he got picked to play for Anaheim. Immediately after the two of you spent time researching schools in California, Trevor freaking out once he realized UCLA was under an hour away from the area where he would be staying.

The second month of long distance went decent, his hockey season began so he was a bit preoccupied, but that was nothing you weren’t used to he had been playing hockey the whole time you were dating. What you weren’t used to was not being in close proximity with him, even with hockey seasons going on the past two years you still were able to see him after his practices got out, now you had to settle for text messages and the occasional phone call.

The third month of long distance is when it all started going to shit, he had a game against the University of Michigan, which you had attended of course, but there was a weird tension between the two of you. There was no flirting, no secret glances which ended in a fit of giggles once you were caught, no sneaking out of his hotel room to meet up with you, he didn’t even take you out to hangout just you two, he kissed you twice the whole time he was there. When he arrived and when he left, they weren’t even real kisses, just grazing of the lips. After he got back to Boston it was radio silence except for one text message.

From: Trev <3

It was nice to see you this weekend.

It was nice to see you this weekend. No I missed you so much, and I miss you even more now that we’re apart again. No I love you, no plans to visit or even call soon, nothing.

“You act like fucking Mr.Brightside when you’re with all your friends, but I know what you’re like when the party ends.”

By the fourth month of long distance your relationship was no longer a relationship, you texted a couple times a day, basically all being stupid imessage games, the only time you got anything close to a real emotion from Trevor was when he was drunk and he called you, he always called when he was inebriated, but you never liked what he said.

“I miss you, but I can’t do long distance anymore.”

“We aren’t the same anymore.”

“Next year when we’re in California I’m worried things will be different between us.”

“I don’t think I love you anymore.”

Each confession was worse than the one before, you’d always end the phone call telling Trevor to call in the morning to properly discuss your future together when he was sober, but he never did and he never remembered the conversations you’d had, leaving you to deal with the drunken confessions yourself, having to stomach knowing that your boyfriend who you love so much no longer feels the same and he won’t even admit it to you.

“Just do it. Just do it; don’t wait.”

Everyday you waited for the text, the one where Trevor asked to talk to you. The one that would result in the ending of your relationship, but it never came. It got to the point where you wanted to do it for him, to rip off the bandaid he couldn’t. You knew you would never though, because even if he didn’t love you anymore, you still loved him, and at the end of this all you hoped next year, when you were living near each other again, everything would go back to normal between you two. You wish you weren’t so naive when it came to him, you knew you needed to break up, if not for his sake, for yours. It was taking a toll on you, on your mental health, on your school work, you ended up with a C in one of your classes at the end of your first semester of senior year, you had never gotten anything but an A, let alone a C.

“You roll like thunder, pouring all your drinks. The parties lit and you, my friend, half cut when it begins.”

The drunken confessions didn’t stop, they only got worse.

“I never opened the gift you got me for Christmas.”

“I hooked up with a girl last night.”

“When people ask if I’m single I say I am.”

“I’m doing amazing down here, without you.”

“When are we gonna break up?”

Each new confession was another knife to the heart, but you just sat there on the other side of the line listening to each new piece of information your boyfriend, if you could even call him that, would give you.

“You roll like thunder, you’re tryna catch that wind. That lightning in the bottle, that moonbeam in your hand.”

Senior prom came around, you weren’t surprised when Trevor told you he wasn’t coming. You didn’t blame him, even if your relationship wasn’t a shit show and he still cared about you in the slightest bit he had hockey stuff going on that night, and besides who wants to go to a high school dance after they’ve graduated?

What did surprise you was the phone call you received after you sent him a picture of you all dressed up, hair and makeup professionally done, the dress you saved up for months to buy.

“Hello?” This would be the first time the two of you would talk on the phone since November where Trevor wasn’t drunk.

“You look beautiful.” Whiplash rang through your body, Trevor had complimented you. He hadn’t done that in months, the smile that had grown on your face quickly dimmed when you came to that realization.

“Trevor, why haven’t you broken up with me yet?” The question coming out of your mouth surprised you. You never thought you would be brave enough to face the reality of your relationship.

“Y/n, what are you talking about?” Trevor’s shocked tone of voice riled up your anger. Had he really not been able to pick up on the very obvious changes between the two of you? Was he that apathetic? Could he not tell how much of a toll this was taking on you? Was he even aware of how much you were hurting everyday just by the thought of him.

“We’ll talk later, please don’t drink tonight. I need to have this conversation with my boyfriend–” The words hurt to say, because he wasn’t your boyfriend and he hadn’t been since August, “-not with the drunk asshole he has become.” You hung up before he could say anything in response.

“And you try to see the brightside when each new day begins, but you’re not satisfied at the rainbow’s end.”

To your surprise, Trevor did end up staying sober that night, he waited by the phone for your call for hours, a nice analogy to how you’ve been spending your Saturday nights since you went long distance. You had gone to an after prom party with your friends and had a little too much to drink. You called Trevor, and this time you spoke the drunken confessions that would break your lover’s heart.

“You break me more and more everyday Trevor.”

“You cheated on me, and told me about it like it was no big deal. Do you remember that?”

“Do you remember when you told me you didn’t love me anymore?”

“I got into UCLA, I’m not going. I’m not following you to California.”

“Somehow, after all of this, I still love you.”

“You have to be the one to end our relationship, because I can’t do it.”

You hung up before Trevor could get a word in, hoping that he would take what you said to heart and finally, officially, break up with you.

“Just do it. Just do it; don’t wait.”

Trevor didn’t do it. He didn’t break up with you, he told you the next day he was determined to make it work. That he wasn’t giving up without a fight, which made you laugh seeing that he had given up and your relationship ended months ago.

The day of your graduation, you walked the stage and heard cheering from your friends and family. You heard him, you shouldn’t have been shocked that Trevor showed up, you had sent him the details to his ticket the night before, but seeing him and hearing him in person for the first time since the game he played against Michigan in November was enough to have you crying. You ran into his arms, he ran into yours. He whispered apologies in your ears, but they went in one and out the other. This was your swan song, the last time you would be his girlfriend, the last time he would be your boyfriend, the last time you would be in each other’s arms, it was bitter sweet.

“Cause if you’re on fire, you’re on fire. Just keep burning, ‘til rain. Baby keep me ablaze. Honey if you’re on fire, you’re on fire. Just keep burning, keep me alive. Spare your blade.”

You stayed together, Trevor started acting like the boyfriend you once knew and loved, still loved. But you knew. You knew it was all an act, in august he was gonna move to California to get settled in before preseason and you were moving to Connecticut. You committed to Yale, not UCLA like Trevor had wanted. When you told him you could tell he was upset, he was hoping you would take back what you said to him the night of your prom, he was hoping that you were too drunk to remember you said it and didn’t mean it. Just like you had hoped all those times when he was the one calling you blackedout.

Anyone around you could tell that your relationship was on its last life, they were shocked you even made it through the school year. You didn’t, but they didn’t need to know that.

It felt like your relationship was the only thing keeping you alive, it was all that kept your flame burning, but all flames die out eventually.

“Just do it. Just do it; don’t wait. If hello just means goodbye then, honey, better walk away. Just do it. Just do it’ don’t wait. If hello just means goodbye then, baby, better walk away.”

Today was your last night with Trevor, you sat by the fire with him in silence until the final flame went out.

“We need to break up.” You stated, the second the two of you were surrounded by the darkness of the night.

“I know.” Trevor stated, looking at you, but he couldn’t see you. You couldn’t see him, you two were in pitch black darkness. The fire was the only thing providing light, but it was now dead. A cruel metaphor for your now dead relationship.

“Just do it. Just do it; don’t wait.”

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Note: Hope y’all enjoyed, this gets pretty fucking sad. I’m toning it down a bit though just for the sake of my mental health (idk if I can handle reliving this in full honestly…again fuck you chris) Leave feedback, this one might not be everyone’s favorite but I need to write about my feelings because I’m still torn up about this (once again…fuck you chris) (chris is my exes name if you haven’t put that together yet) (I’m gonna stop spilling my guts to strangers on the internet) (goodbye.) This took two hours to write so it might not be my best work, but I proofread (no editing needed kinda worried about that lol) so I hope this at least a little bit decent. Love y’all babes <3

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #nhl imagine #anaheim ducks #ahonice writes

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onestepbackwards · 1 year ago

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howdy! "self aware pkmn masters ex team leaders" gal here, and i just wanted to say that i LOVED your additions to my post! i actually came up with a few of my own in the meantime, and i just wanted to share with ya (not a request, dw):

Ghetsis: after Old Man Plasma is done "rebelling" against your control, you start noticing that he grows.. more attached, in a way. he greets you more whenever you log into the game, and gives you a lecture on "leaving him hanging dry" if you don't log in for some time, whether it being real life stuff and whatnot. he DOES see you as some "deity" in a way, but he cannot afford the disapproval that you might give him if you don't like his offerings for you. what if you end up dropping him from your team entirely? what if you kick him from the trainer lodge? what if you forced him to fight alongside N???? oh, the pain and humiliation! and while he DOES see you as a fitting ruler for Team Plasma, he also unfortunately knows that you don't trust him for shit. and he DOES 'attempt' to be honest and not manipulative for once, but the app's code is holding him by the collar. but becoming plasma's ruler is a standing invitation, so he'll wait as long as he wants.

Giovanni: ah, gio. good ol Mr. "My Entire Team Dies To Grass And Water And Ice". he strangely became more lax and laid back after discovering his self awareness, and he grew more attached to you; mainly because you're the only person who seems to know about him more than he does about himself. oh, you just so happened to mention silver one time? well, now you got giovanni wondering if he can repair his doomed-from-the-start relationship with his son. but his interest peaks when you mention the pokemon anime, and like the Cunning Narcissistic Old Man he is, he wonders how HE is portrayed. luckily, he wasn't butchered too hard. but when you bring up jessie, james, and meowth? boy, he goes into total Angy mode. he rants about how incompetent they are, and how he allowed them to even be in the team to begin with. and he DOES get in character, which is a bit surprising for someone who just discovered his existence is a sham. and expect him to refer to himself as "Vanni" or "Gio", since he heard you call him that when you first got him and it just sorta stuck, yknow?

Maxie & Archie: just as before, Mr. Magma Man and Mr. Sea Pirate remained the same, but expect to see yourself get pulled into their dumb debates and arguments now that they consider you close enough to be a Team Magma/Aqua admin. you can just log in once and maxie will greet you at the pokecenter and be like "ah, (player). i need your opinion on something. you see, archie said that kyogre is the best legendary, but i beg to differ. im asking you because you are the only smart person i can rely on around here.." or archie just going on a 15 minute rant to you about how groudon sucks dookie and that maxie is a man child (they're still besties, dw) that needs to study the SEAS and not (in his words) "STUPID ITTY BITTY ROCKS". you're practically their closest thing to a friend, and that says a lot.

Cyrus: he gets quite curious about your world. you tell him about all the little things, from the blooming of flowers to space discoveries, and he feels like his third, nonexistent eye has been opened. he was already so focused on destroying a universe and creating one dull of emotions that he forgot to see the REAL beauty of what lies beyond. while he physically can't use palkia or dialga to do what he wanted in platinum, expect to see him go full fanboy mode over your world, your town, anything surrounding you. its almost adorable, even when he just has a -_- face the entire time. if he could be more expressive, you bet your ass he would be smiling rainbows at that point.

🥺🥺😭

These are so good

They all grow somewhat attached to you. You are the small bit of sanity they can grasp onto nowadays. Hearing you lets them relax.

Meanwhile, you get to learn about their lives, how Pasio is doing.

It’s strange. When you are offline, theres so much going ok, yet not at all. Not enough for anything major, but enough for it to seem like the place must be alive when you aren’t looking.

Even the bosses have recognized this. How odd it is.

They all grow so attached. If you end up not logging in for a while, you even start getting notifications from the app.

‘Are you there?’

‘Are you alright?’

‘What happened?’

Much to your surprise, they found out how to communicate through your notifications. They often fight who gets to even do so.

Most of them would never admit they are attached, but they all grow concerned regardless.

Archie and Maxie would probably be the only ones to openly admit they were worried. They definitely see you more as a friend, not just a potentially god like entity.

#self aware au #self aware pokemon #self aware pokemon masters #zed.talks #ask #anon #self aware bosses ♥️

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maeleelee · 1 year ago

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You’re my future.

I had gotten really sad last night because of my personal life and really needed something to make me happy. So I wrote a drabble.

Wooyoung x reader.

Fluff to the max if you ask me.

She sat there sighing. He was supposed to meet her here, at the coffee shop he recommended. The only good thing that happened was the coffee she had gotten.

She knew dating would be difficult after she got out of her marriage. She loved the man but he didn’t love her enough so she left. She couldn’t beat herself up anymore. “Bunny.” She turned her head and smiled softly as her best friend Mar sat down in the seat in front of her.

“Cassi told me you were here. You okay?” She shrugged.

“Yeah. This is the second time this week. Guess they don’t want someone who’s been used.” She mumbled towards her best friend.

“Don’t do that to yourself y/n. You’re amazing and the right person will come in and sweep you off your feet.” Mar smiled at her. “Please know that none of these men are worth any of your time. Now get up, we’re going back to mommy’s house.” Mar held out their hand.

Y/n grabbed Mar’s hand and stood up, as they were heading out the door, y/n accidentally bumped into someone and coffee hit her and the floor. “Shit. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” She mumbled out. She looked up and froze when she saw the man in front of her. “Wooyoung?” She questioned.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He smiled brightly. Fuck did she love that smile. They had been close friends in high school and then in college. They only fell out because she got her dream job at a bakery and he became a chef in a different country.

“I think I should be asking you that.” She giggled. “Oh! This is my bun bun, Mar. Mar this is Wooyoung. We were best friends in college.” Y/n smiled.

“Highschool too. Nice to meet you Mar.” He smiled brightly. “What are you doing in town? How’s the husband?” Her face dropped and his eyes widened. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t-“ She cut him off with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I left him. It wasn’t going well and trust had been broken and yeah. Just, I decided I needed to look out for myself.” She shrugged.

“Good. I didn’t like the douche. He wasn’t good enough for you. You’ve always deserved to be treated like the princess you are.” He smiled as he touched her cheek softly.

“Are you flirting again?” The three looked over and y/n giggled at the boy.

“Hey Yeosang.” Y/n smiled and waved.

“No way! Y/n how have been.” He smiled at y/n.

“I’m good. This is my bun bun, Mar. Mar this is Yeosang. Another friend from school.” Mar giggled as she watched y/n turn red as Wooyoung moved to push hair behind her ear.

“We have to get going and I’d like to get the coffee off of me. I’ll see you around.” She smiled at the two boys and headed out the door with Mar.

“I need you to stop spacing out and talk to me. Why did you never tell her you loved her?” Yeosang asked Wooyoung as they sat at the table. Wooyoung had got a new coffee.

“Because when I was finally gonna tell her she got with her ex. I never had the chance to show her I could treat her better. He pulled her away. And we went overseas.” He sighed.

“I think we should go see if she still works at that bakery tomorrow and you finally tell her you’ve liked her for years. You both deserve to be happy and the way she smiled and blushed when you stood in front of her tells me she at least likes you.” Yeosang told the boy. “This is your chance. Go for it.”

Y/n smiled as she walked into the bakery with Kayla next to her. “You ready for today?” Kayla asked her. She shook her head and sighed.

“I almost called out. I just feel like the world is caving in on me again.” Y/n mumbled as she moved around cupcakes and muffins.

“Baby.” Kayla pouted.

“I’ll be fine. Reasons I still came in.” Y/n smiled at Kayla but it didn’t reach her eyes, which continued to happen more often than not now. It made Kayla sad watching the once happy y/n be so hurt. They had finally gotten everything ready for the day and all the muffins out.

The doorbell rang and Kayla smiled and shouted a ‘hello’. “Hi. I’m looking for y/n.. does she still work here?” Y/n poked her head up from behind the counter and smiled.

“Well hello there.” Kayla watched the smile, on y/n’s face, go to her eyes. “What can I do for you?”

“Go to dinner with me? Whenever you’re free?” Wooyoung asked her.

“I get off at six thirty. Pick me up?” She said, giggling lightly.

“I’ll be here bunny.” He smiled and walked back towards the door.

She looked at Kayla who was looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “Bunny, huh?” Y/n’s face got red and she pouted.

“We were best friends before I got married. We really liked Zootopia and decided I was the bunny and he was the fox. It became our thing.” She smiled as a light blush went across her cheeks.

“You know they end up together at the end of that movie, right?” Kayla giggled.

“I-“ y/n froze and pouted at her. “Don’t jinx it. I always liked him. I just never thought he felt the same so I moved on.”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say he likes you too, bunny.” Kayla smirked as she started doing more stuff around the store. Y/n stood there, flustered and all smiles.

“Hi.” She was smiling at Wooyoung, who was holding out flowers. “I hope you like them.”

“You remember my favorite flower?” She looked at him.

“I remember a lot about my future.” He whispered to her. She looked back up at him as she grabbed the flowers.

“Your future?” She questioned.

“You. You’re my future. I’m not letting you get away again.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. “He took you from me and I hated myself for not telling you how I felt for the longest time. I want to show you how much someone can actually love someone. I’ll prove to you that happy endings do happen and that you’re so worth it. One chance, that’s all I’m asking for.” He looked at her.

“Kiss me.” She whispered and he did just that.

He pressed his lips to hers and she knew he was the one. The one she had been waiting on her whole life. He was her home and she was his.

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citygirlcharlotte · 2 years ago

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The Sister Halstead (Part 12)

Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Will & Jay Halstead x Sister!OC

Note: Guess who's back!

Warning: None

As I suspected, Henry looked slightly miserable standing amongst my father and brothers who have conveniently found a group of my fathers friends to chat up.

“Baby?” I said, garnering his attention.

I could see the relief on his face as he pulled me in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“About time you got here.” He grumbled.

“Is that little charlotte?” A booming voice echoed from behind Hank. I turned around to see the mob of my fathers friends suddenly less interested in their conversation and too focused on me.

“In the flesh, but I’m not so little anymore.” I joked. 5 of my dads old buddies as well as uncle Ward stood gawking.

“My my, have you grown.” One commented super creepily.

Jay looked at him like “The Fuck”.

I had to spend the next 10 minutes catching up with those old timers before the baby got hungry and I demanded we get lunch.

“How was golfing?” My mom asked.

Jay and Henry let out a groan of discontent while Will and my dad started bragging about their swings.

“Let’s just say that I’m a better cop than a golfer.” Jay joked.

“I second that.” Henry agreed.

Everything on the menu seemed to be calling my name at this point but the steak and lobster seemed to be the best.

“Seriously, what is this detox you’re on that you eat steak and lobster?” Jay grumbled.

“It’s a girl thing, you would get it.” I told him, refusing the alcohol that got sent to the table by my dads friends.

“You’re not drinking again? Good, you’ll be DD.” My mom joked.

Lunch went by relatively easily with me stuffing my face and stealing off of Henry and Jay’s plates.

“So Henry, tell me about yourself.” My mom started.

I glanced over, seeing if he would be comfortable answering the question and watching him down his scotch.

“There’s not much to me ma’am. I spend most of my time being a cop and loving your daughter.” He joked, trying to coast past the subject.

“Do you have any kids?” She asked persistently. I glared at my mother because she already knew the answer to that.

“My son Justin passed away.” He replied quietly.

I gently grabbed his hand under the table as will successfully changed the subject.

“You have to tell us what Charlie was like as a kid.” He gushed, engaging both of my parents.

“Charlie was her fathers shadow! There’s nothing Charles did that she wasn’t right behind him or attached to his leg. I swear this girl got everything she ever wanted because she batted her eyes and said please.” My mom laughed.

“I was her favorite until she got over cooties and all the boys came knocking on our door.” My dad added. We spiraled into old boyfriend stories and bad prom nights before someone approached our table.

“Lottie?” A voice asked.

I turned to the side to an ex-boyfriend, one I particularly am not fond of.

“Oh fuck no.” I swore, trying to shoo him away before my mom scolded me for being rude.

“Daemon, how good to see you!” She beamed, getting up to pull him into a hug.

I slowly retreated into Henry’s side as Jay moved closer to us.

“Aren’t you going to say hi?” My dad asked, moving to shake my ex’s hand.

“Daemon.” I scowled, making no effort to move.

“Good to see you Lottie, it’s been a while. You haven’t been around much.” He smiled.

I debated throwing my steak knife at his face but decided better of it.

“No reason to come back.”

That earned me a glare from my mother.

“Who’s this guy?” Jay whispered at me.

“Cheating ex-boyfriend.” I whispered back.

“Whose these guys?” Daemon asked, eyeing the whispering.

“Brother, brother, boyfriend.” I carelessly pointed out. This man was not worth any of my energy.

“Brothers? You never told me you had brothers.” He asked.

“Surprise.”

“Are you in town long? I’d love to catch up.” He tried.

“I don’t associate with cheating ex’s but it was interesting to see you. I hope we never have this experience again.” I smiled, flipping him off before leaning my back to Henry’s shoulder.

“You cheated on my daughter?” My dad gasped, seemingly not knowing this information.

“Um, I should go.” Daemon back pedaled.

“You should run.” Jay smirked.

“Want me to kill him?” Henry whispered to me.

“He’s not worth it.” I smiled, giving him a soft kiss.

I could hear Will and Jay gaging at the table.

“Still not used to that.” Jay mumbled.

“How is it Jay? Your sister dating your boss.” My dad asked, trying to gauge a reaction.

“Don’t love it but I try to ignore it since Charlie’s happy.” He replied.

“Here here.” Will agreed, raising his drink.

“I think it’s cute. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Charlie in love.” My mom commented.

“Mom.” I whined like a little girl.

“Just saying.”

We ended up escaping the country club in favor of lounging my the pool that afternoon. It was hilarious to see Jay and Will on top of flamingo and unicorn inflatables. It was even funnier to see Henry in swim shorts with palm trees.

“Really honey? This is what you packed?” he complained as he approached me.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my mom subtly checking him out.

“Mother!” I scolded, hitting her with my book.

“Sorry sweetie, he was in my line of site!” She defended, cracking up laughing.

“Leave room for jesus you two!” Will called from the pull.

“Shut up carrot top.” I yelled back.

“You have the same hair dummy.” Jay reminded.

“See sweetie, this is what it would have been like 24/7 if you grew up with brothers. You should be lucky you got a break before this.” My dad commented.

“She loves us. I don’t think she could live without us at this point.” Will laughed.

“And I don’t plan on it!”

I ended up getting really tired and turning into Henry's side. He’s gotten into the habit of holding my stomach while we sleep and today was no exception. I personally thought it was adorable.

When everyone thought I was asleep, that’s when the real questioning started.

“How did you meet our dad.” Jay asked my mom.

“At a bar. I was barely 21 and about to leave Chicago for college when I stumbled upon your father. I figured why not be a little wild just this once and let loose. I found out 3 months into the semester that I was pregnant with Charlie and tracked your dad down planning to at least let him know but when I got to the house, I saw the two of you running around the back yard and him watching you two from the porch. I knew then that I didn’t want to hurt anyone so I left and never looked back.” I heard her confess.

“If it makes you feel better, he wasn’t a good dad. Charlie was lucky to have grown up with you guys.” Jay lamented.

“I heard he passed, my condolences.” My mom offered.

“Thanks.” Will accepted.

“We know it’s no consolation but we’re really glad Charlie found you guys. We encouraged her to reach out as soon as the PI gave her your information. We also appreciate you two, really the three of you taking care of our little girl. You guys are her family which make you our family.” My dad explained.

“We love that girl. I didn’t realize I needed a sister until her and it’s like she’s been apart of our lives the whole time.”

“That’s because the two of you make me look adopted.” Jay snorted.

“It’s the hair, what can I say?” Will snorted.

I found myself tearing up at their little confessional and Henry could feel my tears on his chest.

“Are you okay?” He asked me.

“Damn hormones.” I confessed.

He nodded understandingly before kissing my forehead.

“And you Henry? Is this for the long run?”

“It is. I could see us being happy together for a very long time.” He smiled.

Before we parted the pool, getting ready to clean up for dinner I pulled Henry aside.

“I want to tell them.”

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icedmatchatae · 2 years ago

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Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter II: The Story of You and Me

Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

Warning: Angst, not really a warning but the beginning of flashbacks for the story, you get to see them interact <3

Word Count: 6.8k

Chapter II: The Story of You and Me || Series Masterlist

The sounds of kiddish laughter together when you played on the swings. The thrill when you ran away from him and the bugs he caught. The cries of when he fell off the tree, and you hugged the pain away. The excitement when you two received ice cream from his mom and the innocence when you held hands as your permanent walking buddy.

They were peaceful times, you couldn’t deny, unfortunately. You were young and clueless, having no real thoughts until he came into your life. His existence sealed a very idea. The everlasting belief that defined what friendship is for you was shaped by the story of you and him.

It started in Geochang when you were five and he was six. His family moved in with his paternal grandparents in the little town. And it just so happened that his grandparents lived next to yours. You remembered the moving truck and numerous boxes at the back as a clear day. The sun flashed down onto the neighborhood, with the greenery of trees shading the houses. Birds chirped and scattered across the sky. The summer breeze was gentle as you helped your grandmother water the plants on the front porch. Still, you grew distracted, especially when you saw three children running out and jumping towards Halmeoni Kim, screaming and hugging the older woman.

“Grandma, who’s that?” You asked as you pointed towards them. “Why are they attacking Halmeoni Kim?”

Your grandmother glanced at you before following your pointing, “Oh, it’s her son’s family. They just moved in with her.” You turned your head to see her smiling at them.

“Seolji!” Halmeoni Kim spotted your grandmother and motioned her to come by. “Come meet my family!”

Seolji looked at your curious eyes and asked, “You wanna come meet them with me?” You furrowed your eyebrows and pushed out your lower lips before looking down at your feet, fidgeting your body in place. The lady knew you were always a shy child but also knew how you loved making friends, especially since there weren’t many kids in this area of town. You nodded, continuing to stare down. “Come, dear.” She held out her hand, and hesitantly, you wrapped your small hand around her fingers.

As you walked to the house with her and closer to the family, their faces were much defined. You noticed that there were two boys and a girl, around the same age, maybe even your age. You grew intimidated with the three versus one. You never had siblings, so it was always just you and your grandparents. You feared they wouldn’t like you, so you hid behind the skirt of your grandmother.

“This is my son, Jitae, and his wife, Miseon.” Halmeoni Kim introduced the other two grown-ups, and they exchanged greetings. “And these are their children, Taehyung, Eunjeong, and Sungyeon.” The Kim siblings waved back to your grandmother’s skirt.

“Ahhh, look at you gorgeous children.” Seolji was awed as she patted each of their heads, to which they smiled, gazing up. “Let me introduce you to my granddaughter, ___. She’s a little shy, but she’ll warm up to you.” Her head shifted towards your hiding self as you gripped the fabric tighter. “Come on, ___.”

You leaned to the side, peaking to see them. But you barely got a sight when the tallest and eldest boy of the bunch went up to you, blocking your way, and held out his hand with a rectangular smile.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung! Nice to meet you.” He greeted as he studied your features. Your hair was styled into pigtails with those two blue-balled hair ties, a matching blue dress, and those jelly shoes that your grandparents worked hard to afford. He also spotted a gold little necklace with a flower pendant around your neck.

Seolji pushed you forward and in front of him. Your eyes sparked curiosity yet uncertainty. However, meeting his genuine sparkling eyes made you feel comfortable, almost washing away your initial concerns.

“Aww, what a beautiful granddaughter you have.” Taehyung’s mother complimented, watching your interaction.

You raised your trembling hand and grabbed onto his before he shook it rapidly, surprising you. “You’re ___, right?” Taehyung asked, and you nodded. “Let’s have fun!” The two younger siblings scrambled away and screamed playfully while the eldest boy tugged you lightly to come to join.

Your head pivoted towards your grandmother. She nodded and encouraged you to have fun before landing your eyes back on Taehyung. “Will you be there to play?” You wanted to make sure.

He nodded happily, “Of course! I’ll always play with you.” For the very first time, Taehyung saw you smile, following your cheeks protruded upwards. Your face was lighter and brighter. He liked your smile and wanted to see more of it.

And once you both ran off together, it was the beginning of an unforgettable friendship.

You learned about Taehyung, confirming that he was the eldest child of the Kim family yet the silliest one of the trio. They originally were from Daegu but moved to be closer to his grandparents as well as helped with her farming. He loves his family to pieces with how he acts. He was affectionate and caring but also a troublemaker.

Taehyung was an outgoing child. He enjoyed playing outside the house or in the park and meeting new friends, especially when school started. They invited him to play or go to their birthday parties. With all these new friendships developing for his young self, your quiet, reserved self was still his number one.

Other kids loved you, but they loved Taehyung. He brought you with him as it got you out of your comfort zone. You were usually hesitant, but he made sure to tell you that he would be there for you all the time. When the two of you went out together, a group would jump on you to hang out, and you did.

But when you couldn’t handle kids, you had the habit of walking away and playing alone. But once he spotted you, he’d join in and relish every minute spent. You appreciated him for that. If he had to choose friends, he’d pick you right off the bat.

Taehyung also learned more about you, especially one night when you slept over at his house as a slumber party. His siblings fell asleep way too early, so it was just you and him in the living room. Blankets were stacked and spread across the floor with many pillows surrounding your bodies. You sat together in your pajamas, watching some cartoons while drinking some hot chocolate.

“Tae, you need to go to sleep soon. ___, you too.” Taehyung’s father stepped into the room, inspecting you both.

“We will, dad!” Taehyung shouted back, his eyes still on the TV. Even if he left you two alone, he knew that you weren’t sleeping anytime. But he lets it be and have your fun as it wasn’t a school night. His father said good night to both, but I love you to Taehyung before heading to bed himself.

Once you finished your hot chocolates, you got ready for bed. The living room lights were off, but a nightlight shined in the corner of the space. You closed your eyes to sleep, but Taehyung poked your side.

“___?” He asked. You opened your eyes and turned to face Taehyung, always staring at you. “Where are your parents?”

Without any thought, you replied, “They’re not here anymore. Grandma said they’re in heaven.”

“Like they’re dead?”

Though Taehyung meant no harm and blessed his soul, the way he said it made your eyes swell up with tears. Within seconds, he heard you wheezing with streaks running down your cheeks. “Oh, no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that.” He got up and pulled your small body into his dainty arms.

“It’s okay, I know.” You sniffled. He wiped the tears off your face and held you tightly. “But yeah, I don’t know what happened.”

You both stayed silent for a bit, taking in each other’s presence, before Taehyung wondered, “Do you miss them?”

“Yeah, I wish they were still here.” You nodded. “We were a happy family, but now it’s just me and grandma and grandpa.”

“Are you happy with your grandparents? Do you love them?”

“Yeah, I love them.”

“Then you’re still with family! And they love you too!”

“You’re right, but…” You got off of him and sat up to gaze into his eyes. “I get sad sometimes when I see your family.”

“What? Why?” He pouted and tilted his head.

“I wish I had that.”

He frowned harder, seeing your face grow dull and sad. He didn’t like seeing you in this state. He tried his best to cheer you up. “You do have that!”

Now your expression was puzzled, and you mimicked his leaning head. “What do you mean?”

“Yeah, you have your grandparents but now, you have us!” He cheered, putting a big smile on him. “Me and my family.”

“How is that possible?”

“Are you happy when you’re with us?” He questioned, and you nodded. “Do you love us?”

Blush appeared on your cheeks as you suddenly held eye contact with your lap. “Yeah, I love you guys.”

You felt his hands on your face, lifting your head to meet him. He grinned softly and scrunched his nose. “Then you’re family because we also love you, and you make us happy!”

Your glossy doe irises gaped at him as the soft light of the night light shined. His skin was silk, his hair was messy, and his demeanor was playful, but his heart radiated the most on him. He cared for you and wanted to protect you from all things possible. He giggled at your staring as he used his thumbs to tip off the excess tears before hugging you.

“I love you, ___!” It was the first of many times he told you that, and you believed him wholeheartedly. That was the moment he conveyed hope into your life and continued on as the years went by.

“I love you too.”

It was evident in the early years that Taehyung was important to you, and you hoped the same, well, he was explicit on it, showering you with affection you didn’t like, but you let him do it. You wanted to give him a gift of appreciation, but of course, you had no money, and you never liked asking your grandparents for it.

So you decided to make it with the box of crafts you had in your room. You took some time and tried to make it as perfect for him and you as possible. If your friendship was long-term, then this gift had to last too. After a couple of days, you were done and wrapped it into a small box.

It was the aftermath of his twelfth birthday as well as his party. You were granted permission to sleep over at his place once again. As usual, everyone went to bed except you two and stayed up watching a Disney movie on the couch. Though Taehyung was tired from all the fun and games and the opening of his presents, you still never gave your present to him. For some reason, you didn’t want to give it where people were watching. In your mind, the gift was only for you and him.

You eyed Taehyung, who rested his head on your shoulder, keeping his eyes on the screen. You licked your lips before nudging him, thus catching his attention.

He got off you and raised an eyebrow, “What’s up?” He noticed you agitating in your seat, a sign he knew all too well. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” You spoke softly.

“Obviously, you’re lying.” He rolled his eyes, knowing you were easy to read. He leaned towards you as you fidgeted your fingers, a habit he knew when you were nervous. “Don’t lie. What’s wrong?”

Your large pupils gazed at his with your opened mouth, trying to explain yourself. “I-I-I have a present.”

He lightly chuckled, “You don’t have to be nervous about that.” He patted your hair. “How come you didn’t give it at the party?”

“I wanted it a secret.” You replied. “You and me.”

He accepted your reasoning and nodded. He watched you get up and dig through your backpack before you brought out a small blue box in your hands. You sat back down and handed him the gift.

“Happy birthday!” You greeted once more, making him shine his signature smile at you.

In a rush, he ripped open the box until he discovered what was inside. He was somewhat confused, but then he realized it when he remembered what you had on your wrist during the party. He complimented it and wished you to make one for him, but little did he know, it was already created.

“You made me one too?” He gasped, pulling out the blue friendship braided bracelet made of hemp threads. To make it more personal, you weaved beads with his initial “T” and other cute charms like a tiger, a white flower, a strawberry, and a smiley face.

“It was my intention to, before I made mine.” You showed yours, which was completely identical to his except for the initial as it had yours. “It’s adjustable! Just pull the strings here. I tried my best...do you like it? Is it weird?”

“Are you kidding? This is the best thing!” He eagerly put it on and tightened it on his wrist. He examined it with so much passion and happiness on his face, then caught your prideful staring. “Thank you, ___. I love it.” He touched your accessorized wrist with him, acting like there was so much friendship power within the bracelets. “We’re now conjoined. You’re stuck with me forever and never leaving my side.”

You laughed at his proclamation, shaking your head. You reached for his fingers to intertwine them with yours, a common behavior in your friendship. “I’m serious. The idea of being apart from you—that’s never going to happen.” He pulled your arm so you could move closer to him. He kissed your hair before laying his cheek on your head.

“Me and you.” Taehyung spoke, holding your fingers tightly.

Over time, your friendship grew stronger and more powerful like a fire burning bright. Everyone around you could see it from hundreds of kilometers away. But that was only an outsider’s perspective that the bond was too sturdy to break you apart, no matter how much it’s been trampled on. They never fully understood what you meant to each other, how you were always together, and why you were significant to one another.

One could say it was because you had known each other since you were young, another could explain it’s because you shared the same interests, and some other person would assume that you liked each other, but since you were small, you wouldn’t even know it.

They could be right or wrong, but they’ll never know. Yes, you and Taehyung were similar yet very different, developing your own beliefs and values when you grew older. You were young when you met him, but whether six or sixty-three, you were destined to meet at some point. It didn’t matter. And some people…said things that felt like what ifs.

It was hard to explain in words. But the closest understanding you got with your simple adolescent mind was when walls seemed to cave in, you looked into each other’s eyes and you felt alive. You found comfort and hope in a pool of cocoa-swirled irises that sparkled at every glance. The gravitational pull was tough; no amount of magnets in the world could rip you apart. If away, which was rare, you always found yourselves back to one another.

But now it’s different.

Where was that friendship? It’s gone, incinerated by the flames of your own hold. Nothing left but dust that was soon blown away by the same summer breeze you met with. The bond diminished and became paper thin that even delicate silk could destroy it by a single touch. What was once there was gone.

But there you were right before Taehyung, after years apart, almost a decade.

You were distracted by talking to someone. Yet Taehyung couldn’t help but stare at you. The last time he saw you, you were both teenagers, and the last known location you were in was back in Geochang.

It was pretty unfathomable. Like who would have thought you two were to meet in some dingy restaurant in the middle of a dangerous area? Also, why are you here, in Seoul? And specifically, this part of the city? So many questions ran through his mind. But the hard-hitting fact was you were there, in the flesh and within reach.

Wait, was it really you? Were his eyes misleading him? It has been a while…but if Taehyung trusted his intuition, then it had to be you. Your face was too distinct for him to forget.

Your familiar face still captured the warmth you used to present to him, usually with a welcoming smile and open arms. He couldn’t help but scrutinize your entire being. You grew into your features, even your curves, so he can assume that aging did you well. However, he noticed the little things that others usually don’t. Your rosy, plump cheeks were dull and hallow. Your hopeful twinkling eyes were covered with restlessness as dimness and darkness circulated them. You seemed thinner than how you normally were—if Taehyung could remember. You don’t look like you’ve eaten a proper meal.

He was filled with so many emotions that he felt like tearing up. But that emotion was thrown out because he refused to cry in this establishment.

He saw you huff and walk away, ending the conversation you had. The person you talked to rolled his eyes and turned around before accidentally facing Taehyung. The guy cocked an eyebrow at the idol, who kept this astonished expression on his face.

“Okay, you look familiar, but I still don’t care.” Kenji spoke before passing by Taehyung to go to the bathroom.

That made Taehyung snap out of his trance and shake his head. He quickly walked towards his hyungs, who had a heated discussion about something, and sat down with his worry high and mighty.

“She probably doesn’t know who we are.” Wooshik retorted. “I’d say you should flirt with her, kinda your type. You’re growing old, Hyung.”

“Shut your mouth and don’t be ridiculous.” Seojoon belittled. “Sure, she’s cute, pretty, but no way. She probably gets hit on, especially with the men here. I don’t think she wants that.”

“Hyung, have some confidence in yourself.” Wooshik complained, leaning back into his seat. “You’re good-looking—”

“W-who are you talking about?” Taehyung questioned, still frazzled by his discovery.

“The waitress serving us.” Wooshik smiled playfully. “She’s pretty and I’m telling hyung to talk to her, especially since she doesn’t know—”

“Hair this length, big doe-eyes, cute rounded nose, shapely cheekbones, her name ___?” Taehyung motioned and described you to a T, biting his lips and staring at the older men.

They were stunned at how well their youngest friend pointed out the key characteristics of a stranger he didn’t even meet. “Uhh, yeah, her name was ___—How’d you know that? You were literally shitting in the bathroom.”

Taehyung was about to open his mouth to complain that he wasn’t pooping when all of a sudden, “I have your drinks right here!” You presented cheerfully to the men. Your head was angled in a way to look at Seojoon and Wooshik that you overlooked Taehyung. Yet surprised at your presence, the idol flinched and accidentally hit his knee from under the table. Hissing in pain, he dropped his utensils to the floor.

“Oh, no! Let me help you.” You gasped, and in a hurry, you placed the tray of beverages on the table to crouch down.

Damn, your voice…he missed it. The tone would have healed his knee if that were possible. “Oh, fuck. My bad.” Taehyung winced, looking down at his knee and where his now dirtied chopstick lay on the ground.

The voice made your ears twitch; it sounded familiar, almost too familiar. But you cackled internally as you shook your head in disbelief. There was no fucking way, not a chance. You smiled at your stupid thought and gathered the utensils before looking up, “Don’t worry, sir, I’ll get you new…ones.”

You met the pair of cocoa-swirled irises.

The same ones you met when you were five. The same ones who brought you hope. The same ones who encouraged you. The same ones who had the arms that held you at night. The same ones who loved you. The same ones that showed you what true friendship was.

But the same ones who took it all back with nothing left for you to hold.

“___.” Taehyung’s jaw dropped as he saw you up close and personal. That familiar flower necklace still hung around neck. It really was you.

So he was right. You were here.

You were back.

He couldn’t depict your expression. There was no emotion shown on your face. You were easy to read before, but now he can’t think of anything.

Breaking your eye contact away from him, you turned to the confused gentlemen with him and smiled. “I’ll be right back.” You stood up and placed their drinks on their table before taking your tray. You turned your back to them as you bit your lips in alarm, speeding down to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the idol couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. With no shame, he even shifted his chair to get a better view of you walking. Seojoon and Wooshik watched their friend in wonder and concern with the way he acted.

“Uhh, Tae? I know there’s that saying “look but don’t touch,” but at least make the looking less obvious and hungry.” Wooshik waved his hand in front of his friend’s face to grab his attention again. “Also you have a girlfriend.” The actor whispered that part to avoid gossip.

“What?” Taehyung could only say.

“Taehyung, you were staring at her.” Seojoon clarified. “Not even blankly like you usually do, you looked pretty stupid.”

The idol realized what he had done, and his face morphed into humiliation. He sighed and clicked his tongue, “Fuck.”

“D-do you know her?” The simple question from Wooshik brought Taehyung heart-wrenching stress.

Of course you did, in and out.

But he couldn’t say that, so he stayed quiet. At least not now.

“Ken, switch tables with me.” You barged into the kitchen and saw your coworker stealing a chicken wing. His grandfather frowned in disgust and continued cooking more. You folded your arms over your chest, glaring holes into him as if he did something.

Terrified he might have done something, he goes, “What? Why? What did I do?”

“Is something wrong, dear?” Halmeoni questioned, seeing your distress.

“Nothing, I promise.” You breathed out and pouted at your situation. “Dammit, how is this even possible?” You asked yourself, but it was coherent for Kenji to hear.

“What’s possible?” The younger boy pressed.

You sighed, “Things happened when I thought they weren’t going to happen.”

“That’s a shame.” Kenji exchanged. “Well, you need to get over it and do your thing.”

“Please switch tables with me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m on my break.”

“Wha—Are you kidding me?” You fretted, looking towards your boss, who shrugged.

“I never kid about my breaks, ___.” Kenji informed, eating more wings.

“But…but the group of men!” You whined, stomping your foot on the ground.

“Are they bothering you, sweetie?” Halmeoni asked.

“No…” You answered. “But—”

“Then it should be fine. Just serve them. It’ll be alright.” She reassured you. “If they touch you, call me or Halabeoji.”

“Why not me?” Kenji complained with a stuffed mouth that particles spat out.

Ignoring her grandson’s commentary, she looked at you, “Go.” She patted your shoulder. “Are they handsome?”

Seojoon and Wooshik, yes. Taehyung…it’s a whole story.

You shrugged before collecting their orders into a bigger surfaced tray.

The moment he saw you, Taehyung felt the urge to have you back into his life again. Maybe it was a sign. He did think about you during his therapy session. When he mentioned happiness and someone, it was all you. His memories had you. Wooshik brought them to a sketchy place, leading him to you. It’s all you. You. You. You.

Taehyung couldn’t be a little bitch and not let things happen. But from the first glance in years, he knew that there would be tension. After all that happened and how the both of you disappeared, seeing one another was the last thing you thought about. Still, there was a crucial faith in all of this. Both of you seemed to have forgotten.

If away, which was rare, you always found yourselves back to one another.

You came out from the back with their orders and headed towards their table, where you felt Taehyung’s eyes on you. You tried your best to ignore him and did what you needed. In fact, you should focus more on Wooshik and Seojoon.

You settled your tray on a vacant table. You grabbed each dish to put it on the table, but as you did so, you saw Taehyung standing from his seat and assisting you. “Let me help you with that, ___!” You paid no attention to your helping hand and grinned at the other men. On the other hand, they witnessed the two of you being weird. Yes, Taehyung was a popular idol and would probably made you reactive regardless—he was a national figure, what do you expect? But this was different; it was questionable how resistant you were being at the first meet, as if you didn’t want to see his stupid face or you wanted to punch it. Maybe you didn’t care about the idol like other folks?Something was definitely up, and they wanted to know.

Once you were done, Taehyung sat back down, gazing up at you. But your head was turned to not see him but his friends. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“___, could have I get those new utensils?” Taehyung requested sweetly, smiling to ease you. He knew at the very least you were hostile, judging by how you treated him like the wind. Though it hurt, he understood why and couldn’t blame you.

But he did remember how he was able to get through to you. Of course, that was a decade ago, but nevertheless, it counted. He had to ease his way in, maybe a little assertive.

You kept your grin and pivoted your body to the unoccupied table to retrieve fresh and clean chopsticks, spoons, and napkins. Forcing yourself to not slam it, you swiftly set them in front of him and straightened it perfectly.

“Thank you, ___. It’s wonderful.” The idol praised you, and you wanted to sucker punch him right there.

“Enjoy your meal!” You shouted before scurrying away. Before that, Seojoon could have sworn your eye twitched at Taehyung.

“Dude, the fuck was that?” Seojoon protested. “You’re creeping her out.”

“No, I’m not.” The younger man frowned. “I’m being friendly.”

“Yeah, helping her with the distribution, sounding too sweet, and saying her name.” The eldest listed down. “You even have puppy eyes at her. We know that look.”

Taehyung whined at his behavior, “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes, and I wanted her to help us grill the meat.” Wooshik alluded to the lost cause.

The idol gasped, “Oh, we should—”

“No!” They both said in unison.

“But seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Seojoon dwelled on the topic. “This is the most I’ve seen you pressed in a while. Do you know her?”

Taehyung closed his eyes and breathed, “Yeah, I do.”

“We’ve never seen her before.” Wooshik muttered. “Was she staff?”

“No.”

“Assistant?”

“No.”

“Former NDA?”

“Are you serious?”

“What? I’m trying to figure it out.” Wooshik pouted as he bit into his cooked meat. “You’re doing that thing, being mysterious and it’s annoying.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Tae, just tell us. We aren’t going to say anything.” Seojoon demanded, trying to enjoy his dinner in peace. “Who are we gonna tell? The people I gossip to are literally here.”

He wanted to tell his hyungs. He really did. But saying it would bring pain to him. The last time he spoke directly about you with name and everything to others was pre-debut. Everyone he met after, including Wooga Squad and Clara, didn’t know who you were and what you meant to him.

“I know it sounds basic but we’re here for you.” Wooshik reassured. “If you’re not ready to talk, then so be it. But don’t act like that. You don’t want to be labeled as a creep by the media.”

“A bit harsh, hyung.” Taehyung glared, feeling a sting. Wooshik immediately felt terrible and apologized. “It’s complicated??” Both friends raised their eyebrows. “She was my friend, best friend.”

“Seems like there’s more than what you’re saying.” Seojoon pondered. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Then Taehyung shook his head. Not yet.

And that somewhat ended the conversation and fed a bit of his hyungs’ curiosity, but Taehyung knew there would be more that needed to be said about you. As they were eating, the idol had numerous questions for you, wanting to catch up, reminisce, and be friends again, yet there was apparent doubt if you were willing to do that with him.

You checked up on them repeatedly, bringing in more alcohol. Every time you went to their table, all Taehyung’s attention went to you. But you never acknowledged or reciprocated him. However, you couldn’t help but observe the consumption Taehyung did. You assumed he wasn’t the type, but what do you know? Nothing, that’s what, so you let it be.

As they got closer to finishing their dinner, the restaurant was practically empty. The only customers were them and this passed-out man. The place closed late, and it was almost midnight. When you thought they were getting the check, Seojoon requested a large bowl of yukgaejang. Perplexed as you saw all of them nearing food comas, you rang in the order and went to the back.

After ten minutes, you returned with a fresh, steaming bowl of spicy beef vegetable soup. You went around to give it to Seojoon, but he stopped you.

“Have a seat.” Seojoon offered the empty chair that was next to a buzzed Taehyung.

“What?” Your pupils dilated towards the eldest man.

“You’ve been running back and forth all night, probably even before we came. I know there’s another server, but I barely saw him.” Seojoon briefed. You grimaced at the thought of a lazy Kenji eating in the back but smiled genuinely. It was the smile that Taehyung always enjoyed seeing. “Sit and eat with us.”

“Smooth, Hyung.” Wooshik voiced, and you heard him though you didn’t think it was intended.

Nonetheless, you were skeptical. Not because of their kind gesture, but just being near him. He looked pretty tipsy, but who knows what would happen if he was in your presence? You did a damn good job of giving the cold shoulder, so it wouldn’t be too bad.

Still, you were nervous about your unconscious behaviors.

“I—I don’t know if I’m allowed to.” You chuckled tensely. Your fingers fidgeted underneath the bowl, and Taehyung caught on, noticing you still had that habit.

“She is! I approve!” The boisterous voice caught your attention when you spotted Halmeoni smile in your direction with a thumbs up. You blinked as you bit your lips, not being able to escape.

“Your boss approves.” A red Wooshik giggled, followed by Seojoon. You saw Taehyung in your peripheral vision. His pouting lips and puppy eyes gawked at you. You knew that look; you didn’t want that.

Playing it off cool, you sighed and nodded, setting the bowl down and sitting next to Taehyung, still not giving him the time of day. “Thank you for the meal.” You reached the table over to grab a clean spoon and began sipping on the broth. You weren’t going to lie; this was very deserving. You’ve been awake since six in the morning and have been on your feet. You had snacks throughout the day, but this was your first actual meal today. The soup warmed you up, and you were less irritated about today.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Wooshik looked at you eating, actually, all of them, which would be disturbing, but you were too hungry to care.

“Yes, this is actually great. This sounds bad, but this is my first meal of the day.” You responded.

“What?!” The booming vocals of the culprit next to you made the entire table flinch. Taehyung’s eyes widened at your report while the two across from you eyed their friend’s behavior. You didn’t bother seeing him and went on eating.

Trying to break ice and awkwardness, Seojoon emphasized, “The way you speak has some dialect. You’re not from Seoul?”

You shook your head, scooping some meat into the spoon. “No, I’m surprised you noticed. Not much people point it out.”

The man shrugged, “It sounded familiar.” He hinted vaguely, but you weren’t able to catch on. Yet Taehyung did. “So where are you from.”

You opened your mouth but closed it with uncertainty. But then you honestly answered, “Geochang.”

Wooshik hummed in response, “Tae, aren’t you from there?”

You paused your eating, detecting suspicion. You eyed Wooshik, who saw nothing wrong with what he said. Maybe you’re just on edge. You couldn’t think properly with no food in your system.

“Uhh, yeah. I was.” Taehyung agreed, and that was it as Seojoon asked another question.

“So Geochang. That’s like three hours from here.” The eldest one stated. “What brings you here?”

You scrunched your nose, now understanding what they were trying to do. But you tried your best not to show any change in demeanor. Even if he was there, you were talking to the handsome man in front of you. “I’m here for graduate’s school.”

“A beautiful, smart, and kind woman.” Wooshik complimented, making you blush.

Taehyung couldn’t help but be a little envious of his friends. Your eyes were on them the whole time, and not once were they on him. You really didn’t want to acknowledge him, and it deflated him. He felt hopeless right now, so he just looked the other way from you and leaned into the table as he drank soju straight from the bottle.

By the time they left and paid the bill, Taehyung was drunk, relatively unbalanced walking but still said intelligible sentences. Your eyes inspected his moves, with Wooshik holding onto him for support. His intoxicated irises roamed anywhere but yours, making you feel some way. But what’s done was done.

They thanked you and greeted a good night as they departed out of the tarp. They were the last customers before closing the shop. A gate was hidden at the entrance to which you slid it closed and locked. After doing so, you were met with Kenji with an inquisitive expression.

“Interesting bunch.” Kenji pointed out. “Especially that dude next to you drinking his spirit away. He deadass drank like four bottles alone.”

“Maybe he had a rough night.” You murmured as you shrugged.

“Nah, he was eyeballing you the entire time.”

“What’s new? I get that, especially from unprovoked men who come here.”

“I’m a decent man, ___. I know that stare.” Your coworker reasoned, to which you snorted in disbelief. “That stare was longing, hopelessly longing.” You leered back, sending your silence as a response. “The way you ignored him too. That’s cold. But with that, you either knew the guy or…no, yeah. You knew him.”

“Please, I could have done that with anyone.”

“You could, but you didn’t with his friends.” Kenji smirked, knowing he’s got somewhere. “I looked him up because you mentioned his friend’s names, and he’s from BTS! He’s V. I could have asked for a picture. You literally ignored V!”

“So??”

“No sane person would do that, ___, especially in Korea.” Your worker argued as you kept quiet. “I’m guessing, you do know him and something happen.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, recalling that Kenji was studying forensic psychology. You didn’t think he would study your behavior with them, considering he was in the back, but he had his ways.

“None of your business, coworker.” You ended the conversation as you snatched a cloth and wiped down the tables.

“Ahhh, you pulled that card!” Kenji burst out. “Well, ___, I’m eventually gonna know what happens sooner or later. You’re gonna have to deal with it too! Take your time, girl.” He left you alone to get the mop from the end of the hallway.

His words lingered in your mind, not wanting to believe him. It was a mere coincidence that you ran into Taehyung after a decade. It sucked, but it happened. Though some reunions flourished into rekindling, you hoped yours didn’t. You assumed by how you behaved that he got the message that you didn’t want to associate with him at all. The end of your friendship still ached, leaving some figurative bruises and scars on you while he soared through the sky with his success and high-status friends.

Though deep down, it was somewhat fair to see him. Good for him, at least that he was doing well. Probably forgot about you since he looked so baffled seeing you again. But it’s all over now.

After cleaning up, you bowed and waved goodbye to your bosses and coworker. Carelessly, you slid the gate closed behind you as you navigated to the nearest bus stop with your outdated phone. You were still a novice around the area, getting slightly lost, but it wasn’t too bad.

You sighed, seeing that it was past one in the morning, knowing you’ll get probably four hours of sleep—wait, you had to complete an assignment, but it was okay. That was your typical life of you.

You inspected both ways of the street; most people were gone, and the roads were empty. You weren’t a dumbass to pass by that particular part of the town unless you wanted to get kidnapped. You were still cautious, but these walks around here were pretty comforting.

“Didn’t peg you as a city girl.” The familiar voice that used to calm you down sent shivers down your spine. You controlled your breathing and furrowed your eyebrows. Your thoughts were too optimistic about him leaving you alone. You should have known better.

You guessed that disregarding him didn’t work, so you might as well talk to him for the first time in years. “Well, you don’t know me anymore.” You turned around, seeing him leaning on one of the street light poles. You didn’t see Seojoon or Wooshik around, just him, so you wondered if they were idiots leaving his drunk friend in a part of the city he knew nothing about.

“Hi, ___.” His mouth curved sluggishly. He seemed to sober up while waiting outside for you, but he continued to be tipsy.

“Why are you here? Go home.” You crossed your arms over your front.

“I could tell you the same thing.”

“Okay, bye.” Your heel pivoted around to leave. However, he stepped forward, reaching for your arm, but you seized your limbs back from him. “Don’t touch me.” You seethed through your teeth.

He dropped his hand to his side, “Sorry.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Taehyung, I’m so tired. I’m asking you kindly—”

“How are you?” He interjected. “How’ve you been?”

You stared at his audacity, your eye twitching at those modest questions to which he didn’t deserve answers. You shook your head and retaliated, “I’m not answering that to someone like you. You deserve nothing from me.”

“___—”

“Stop it.” It was your turn to interrupt him. “I don’t want to hear it. After everything, you don’t get to do this with me. We may have ran into each other, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

He stayed silent and kept his pupils on you. Unfortunately, it was challenging to speak things out with his intoxicated brain. So much in his head. But without the words coming out of his mouth, he stood there like a fool in front of his ex-best friend in the whole wide world.

“Just leave me alone.” You flattened your lips in a line. “Like how you’ve been doing for the last ten years.” You left him like that to go home. You had other things to do besides him. It was unnecessary for it.

You didn’t even look back. You failed to detect Seojoon and Wooshik coming out the side of the building and witnessing their friend fighting back the tears. Because if you did—

Everything that wasn’t said would have come out.

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