#so she started dating a guy. didn’t tell me. even though we spoke every day. she moved in with him

[deadandphilgames]

oversharing in the tags time :)

[sansaorgana]

what if benny heard his girl’s friend telling her about how she deserves better. he then notices his gf distancing herself from him because she starts having doubts about their relationship, and he’s not about to let her go that easily

hello 💚 thank you for your request! it turned out to be quite long (nearly 4,5k words) 😌 Benny & Reader are kinda toxic here lol 🤣 but in the movie he was such a red flag sometimes and his relationship with Kathy wasn't that healthy either, so I felt like exploring that trope. it has a happy ending, though! 💒

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

Whenever you were out with your friends, Benny was a big part of your conversations. They were either single or they dated boring men and you couldn’t help but brag a little to them about taming a man like Benny Cross.

Of course, sometimes you were jealous of the stability your friends had. But with Benny it was never boring and you had never had so many wild stories to tell before meeting him. You wore one of his rings proudly and with as much pride you had the Vandals Chicago small patch on your jeans jacket.

And today was no different – you arrived at Molly's place a little bit late by the bus but Benny was supposed to pick you up later. You fixed your hair and your jacket before getting inside the apartment building after some older lady who was walking inside. She looked you up and down and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the patch or the leather pants but you didn’t care either way. You were only wearing trousers these days because sitting in the back of the bike in a skirt or a dress was far from comfortable.

You knocked upon Molly’s door and she opened with a smile but you couldn’t help but notice that the way she looked at you was similar to the old lady’s gaze. And when you walked to the living room and waved at your other friends, they suddenly went quiet, which only meant one thing – they had been talking about you.

“Hi, (Y/N),” Barbara greeted you. “Has your boyfriend dropped you off?”

You furrowed your brows at her oddly mocking tone as other girls tried to hide a giggle.

“Hi, Barbs. No, he hasn’t,” you answered, pretending you hadn’t caught the rude undertone of her question. You sat on the armchair because you didn’t want to sit next to them on the couch.

Molly sat back there, right next to Ursula. On Barbara’s other side sat Susie.

“So, how’s life? What’s up?” You asked as usual, tapping your fingers on the wooden armrest of the armchair. 

You hadn’t seen them in two months and they were your friends since high school. You were naturally interested in hearing their stories.

“Well, I got engaged!” Ursula announced and showed you the ring. Your eyes widened and you gave her a smile.

“Wow, ‘sula, that’s crazy. Congratulations, babe,” you winked at her. “That ring must have cost a fortune!”

“It certainly has. But you know, Dickie’s in the finance,” she reminded you but there was something contemptuous in her voice.

“I remember,” you only nodded. “When’s the wedding?”

“In July, we think,” Ursula answered. “I’m currently dress hunting. I was in the store the other day with the girls and…” She started and then she stopped talking as the other hissed at her.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Wait, what?” You raised an eyebrow. “You guys are seeing each other without me?” You swallowed thickly and waited for their answer.

It made sense, suddenly. Because you had used to meet every two weeks. But some time ago they had started to come with excuses that they were too busy to meet so often. Now the meetings were taking place once every two months. But… Perhaps it was this way only for you.

The girls looked at each other.

“Oh, please, (Y/N), it was only once,” Barbara quickly spoke up. “You were busy that day anyway. We knew about it so we didn’t even ask you.”

“How did you know I was busy?” You asked.

“We read in the paper that there had been a motorbike accident in the area. We assumed you were at the hospital,” Ursula explained and you nearly snorted at her stupid lie.

She was always the worst at coming up with lies on the go.

“This accident had nothing to do with Benny or anyone in our club for that matter,” you told her although you were sure there had been no accident even.

“Well, we thought…” Ursula started.

“Our club, huh?” Susie suddenly giggled. She was usually the quiet one but it made her pretty observant and she would always pick on the words.

You cracked a smile at that.

“Are you learnin’ how to drive a motorbike now? Is he gettin’ you one as well?” Molly teased.

“No,” you answered. “Anyway…” You tried to change the subject. “July is in three months. I gotta start hunting for a dress for the occasion, too. Is there a dress code?” You asked Ursula.

Ursula looked down and started to fidgeting with her fingers nervously.

“Actually…” Barbara took a deep breath in. “Ursula would like to tell you something but she’s scared…”

“So… We will do it for her,” Molly nodded.

You already knew what it was about and you tried your best to keep your smile on although all you wanted to was to cry.

Not even because you were losing the friendship of these girls – they were clearly treating you like shit anyway – but because it all felt so… humiliating. As if you were the village’s outcast all of the sudden. A local pariah.

“I’m not invited?” You crossed your arms.

“No! It’s not like that!” Ursula protested as she looked up to meet your gaze. “It’s… It’s about Benny. I don’t want him at my wedding. So… If you want to come, you are welcome to come alone,” she finished.

“Well, I’ll see if I can come. In July we are going for vacation anyway. The dates might interfere,” you explained with a shrug of your arms. That was a lie.

“Vacation? With Benny? Where?” Susie seemed to be interested now.

“A trip to Florida where his cousin lives,” you explained. At least that part about his cousin was true.

“Florida… Nice…” Barbara sighed and Molly pushed her with her elbow.

For the rest of the meeting, you were silent. Nodding your head at the things the girls were saying and faking laughs here and there, already coming up with the lies to tell them when they’d ask about you but… They never asked.

When they were in the middle of talking about some stupid movie, you all got startled at the sudden sound of the loud engine. All the girls gave you a dirty look as you chuckled.

“Sorry,” you put your hands up in the air. “It’s Benny. I gotta go now. It was nice to catch up with you,” you stood up and waved at them before going to the hall.

You didn’t feel like hugging them or anything like that. You just wanted to be out of the flat.

However, Molly followed you.

“I’ll walk you outside,” she proposed and you furrowed your brows at her but you nodded. She was your closest friend out of them all.

You took the lift downstairs and walked out of the apartment building. Benny’s motorbike was parked on the opposite side of the parking lot. He was leaning on it and smoking a cigarette.

“Wanna say hello to him?” You asked Molly, squinting your eyes at the sun as you put your hand over your forehead to create a shadow.

“Nah, I’m fine, babe,” Molly shook her head and put her hands inside the pockets of her cardigan. “But, you know, I gotta tell you something…” She continued to walk in the direction of Benny’s motorbike but her steps were small as her voice lowered.

“What is it?”

“You know I like you, (Y/N). I don’t like what’s happened to us. I mean, our friend’s group. You know why and what… Who is the reason,” Molly cleared her throat. “You’ve changed, too.”

“Shouldn’t it matter that I’m happy?” You asked her.

“But… Are you? Darling, is there any future in that?” She glanced at Benny who was observing you carefully but you were sure he was standing too far away to hear the whispers. “I just think you deserve better. We all do. Think about that, will you, doll?” Molly patted your arm before squeezing it in a friendly way and waving at you.

She turned around to hurry back inside the building right before the distance was close enough to greet Benny. It looked like she was avoiding him on purpose and she wasn’t even hiding that. It was rude.

You sighed and turned around to smile at your boyfriend.

“Hi, daddy-o. Sorry for making you wait,” you winked at him playfully. “Where are you takin’ me tonight?” You fixed his jacket and kissed his lips when he was not taking a drag of his cigarette.

“There’s a bonfire,” Benny mumbled out. “Hop on,” he pointed at the motorbike.

Benny’s hearing was not perfect after all the years of getting slaughtered by the roaring sound of the motorbikes’ engines. But he was an excellent lip reader – it was one of those useful skills he had learnt over the years. Benny was not a man of many words and he usually preferred to observe the environment around him. Reading lips was helpful for that.

You had been standing with your back turned to him so he had no idea what you had been answering to your friend’s words but he knew perfectly well what that girl had been saying. And then she had just looked him up and down and turned around, without even saying hi. Not that he cared to get a hi from a girl like her. And not that he wasn’t used to people treating him this way.

Still, it had planted an insecurity in his head. And now, during the bonfire, you were acting weird, too.

The sun was slowly going down on that day and a huge bonfire had been lit up. One of the guys had taken their radio and played rock and roll songs. There was lots of beer and a small barbecue and everything smelled like alcohol, sweat, meat and gasoline. After having a few beers, lots of boys were showing off their motorbike tricks, including jumping over the fire. The atmosphere was full of testosterone but most girls didn’t mind that. To date a biker, you had to be used to that. Constant risk, constant danger, constant adrenaline. You were sitting by the bonfire and watching the motorbike tricks as you were sipping on your diet coke through the straw. Benny was smoking a cigarette by one of the cars while he talked to his friends but he kept his eye on his girl and he knew you well enough to see that while the other girls were gossiping next to you, you didn't really pay attention as you were clearly dissociating.

When he finished his cigarette, he walked up to you and tugged on the sleeve of your jacket to make you stand up and follow him inside the house but you shrugged him off and looked away. Benny furrowed his brows but he didn’t give up.

“(Y/N), baby, come on,” he whined a little.

“Gee, Benny,” you rolled your eyes before looking up. “Can’t you see I’m talking to the girls?” You pointed out but the girls looked at you; confused at your words since you had been doing nothing but ignoring them for the past hour.

“I wanna talk to ya,” Benny insisted and you sighed.

“Excuse me, darlings,” you told the girls and put your empty bottle of soda on the ground before standing up and facing Benny.

You followed him in the direction of the house but instead of walking inside, Benny guided you to walk behind, where there was no one around.

“What is it?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you leaned on the wall behind you.

“I’m just wonderin’ why you’re acting like that,” Benny scratched himself behind his neck.

“Like what?”

“Like that,” Benny repeated and shrugged his arms. “Dunno, as if I have done somethin’ wrong. Have I?”

“No,” you answered but the answer was very fast and nearly harsh. “No…” You repeated and took a deep breath in as your face softened. “I’m just… That meeting with my friends was weird and I’m overthinkin’ some stuff. That’s it,” you explained. “‘sula’s getting married, you know?” You looked down and played with your foot, drawing circles on the ground with your boot.

Benny’s heart skipped a beat at the word married. 

“Yeah?” He asked, trying to look into your eyes but you kept your gaze low.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “However, I ain’t invited,” you turned your head to look away as you crossed your arms.

“What? Why?” Benny furrowed his brow. He couldn’t understand that. He thought that you were pretty close to those girls.

“It doesn’t matter,” you answered and looked into his eyes. “I was thinkin’... Maybe we could go to Florida in July? To your cousin? I need a vacation, Benny.”

“Florida’s far away,” Benny shook his head. “The guys need me here.”

“Only for a short time…”

“Nah,” Benny insisted. “We can have a weekend by the lake if ya want to.”

“No,” you sighed. “Listen, I��m tired today, ‘kay?”

“‘kay,” Benny nodded awkwardly and hid his hands inside the pockets of his jacket. “Wanna go home?”

“Yeah.”

Benny hoped that your odd behaviour would change on the next day but it did not. In the morning he didn’t find you in bed and when he walked downstairs, you were already dressed up and drinking coffee by the kitchen window.

“You up already?” He asked, surprised. “Workin’ today?” 

“No. I just couldn’t sleep,” you told him without looking at him.

“What’s for breakfast?” He asked and looked around the kitchen.

“I had pancakes. You can have whatever you want,” you pointed out and he was a bit taken aback by that response. 

Not that he minded making breakfast for himself but you had always been doing it for him ever since he moved to your place.

“Are you angry at me, kitty?” Benny asked, carefully, as he approached the fridge to take a look inside to see what he could eat.

He decided on scrambled eggs as he grabbed a few from the fridge. He put some butter on the pan and heated it up but there was still no answer from you.

“Kitty?” He cleared his throat and turned his head around to look at you.

You took one last sip of your coffee and stood up with a sigh. You put the coffee cup inside the sink and walked past him.

“I’m going to spend a day with my ma,” you told him.

“With your ma?” Benny furrowed his brows. He didn’t like it when you were going to your mum.

Not because he had something against you spending time with your family. But he knew that your mum absolutely hated his guts and she was begging you to dump him each time you were seeing her. For you to meet with her today – a day after your friend had told you that you deserved better… Well, it was not looking good for Benny.

“Yeah, I don’t know when I’ll be back,” you told him and then you left the kitchen. A few seconds later, he heard the front door closing.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered to himself.

It was late afternoon, nearly evening already, when you came back home. Now, after the meeting with your mum, your head was full of doubts and insecurities about your relationship.

You loved Benny but was it possible that this relationship was really a doomed affair? All your friends were leaving you behind and treating you like your Vandals patch was a scarlet letter. Your mother was begging you all the time to leave Benny behind because he was “no good for you, baby”. It was annoying but she had every reason to be worried – Benny was trouble. He cost you a lot of money, too, when it came to the lawyers, hospitals and the bills. He didn’t even have a steady job. And all of that for what…? There was not even a ring on your fucking finger.

He would drive around all day and then get drunk at the bonfires. That was all he wanted to do. Was he even treating you seriously? Was he planning to settle down with you? That was doubtful. 

You walked inside the house and closed the door loudly behind you before going to the bathroom to wash your hands. Then you took a deep sigh at the sight of your tired face in the mirror and you went inside the living room where Benny was watching TV. He looked up at you and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his baby blue eyes that looked extremely sad.

“Hi, baby. Had a good day?” He asked.

“Yeah. You?” You kept standing above him.

“Not really,” Benny admitted. “But, hey, it doesn’t matter, yeah? I called my cousin,” he told you and you raised an eyebrow. “I asked him if we could visit him in July and he said that it’s fine.”

Benny swallowed thickly and waited for your response, staring up at you like a puppy. You took a deep breath in and eventually nodded at him with a sigh before sitting next to him on the couch.

“What you watchin’?” You asked him.

“Some stupid movie,” he shrugged. “You happy about Florida?”

“Yeah,” you answered. 

But just because he had done something like this once, it didn’t mean that everything was suddenly okay.

“You haven’t worn your jacket with the patch today,” Benny pointed out awkwardly.

“My ma would kill me!” You chuckled at that with an eye-roll.

Long silence occurred after that. You were both staring at the TV and only pretending to watch the movie. Eventually, Benny moved in closer and put his arm around you. You flinched a little bit but you didn’t move away as your eyes filled with tears.

You loved him. You wanted this relationship to work but... Sometimes love was not enough. Especially when only one person was putting effort.

“I’m sorry I’m not good enough for ya, baby,” Benny whispered into your ear and you froze at his words. He kissed your cheek delicately and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m tryin’ my best,” he assured you. “But your friend was right. You deserve better.”

“Benny? What are you talking about? You heard Molly?” You turned your head around and lifted his chin to look up at you.

“Nah. I can read from the lips,” he shrugged and your heart pounded faster in your chest. “Don’t worry, I ain’t angry at ya. She was right. I’m just angry at her for making you realise that.”

You clenched your jaw, not knowing what to say. Somehow, you wanted to comfort him but… There were some things you wanted to say first.

“It’s not your fault. You’re just this way,” you caressed his cheek gently. “I don’t think you’re not enough. Maybe it’s me asking for too much. I knew who you were and what you were like when I took you in. I should have known what to expect,” you shrugged. “You’re just…” Your voice trembled and Benny furrowed his brows at you. “You’re just gonna drive away one day, right?”

“What are you talking about?” He shook his head.

“You’re a free spirit, Benny. You’re just gonna hop on the bike and disappear and I’ll be left with the mess to clean and the pieces to pick up. And I was trying not to get too attached but I have. And in return… In return you can’t even make me breakfast. Not even once!” You suddenly snapped as his eyes widened. “I wake up in the morning and make you breakfast every day. I go to work and earn money… Just to spend it later on some shitty lawyers after you get arrested, feeling guilty that I can’t afford a better one. Jesus, and now I can’t even go to my friend’s wedding just because she doesn’t want you there and, guess what, I don’t want to go there alone!” You raised your voice but then you sniffled your tears back and softened again. “I just… I just wish I knew that you were as serious about me as I am about you. That’s it.”

Benny moved uncomfortably and moved his arm away from your shoulder. He took a deep breath in and nodded his head.

“Ya think I’m just gonna drive away one day and leave you without a word?” He asked. “I mean… Yeah, I might. Because I’m clearly a burden. I’m gonna leave, that’s gonna be for the better,” he agreed with you but you could see his jaw clenching and eyes blinking away the fresh tears.

“I didn’t say that you were a burden, Benny,” you tried to explain but he stood up already and went up the stairs.

You followed him and you caught him packing his bag in your bedroom. You leaned on the doorframe and watched him.

“You can’t be serious, Benny. Why can’t we just have a normal conversation about it instead of you running away from the responsibility? You’re kinda provin’ my point at the moment, you know that?” You told him.

“Don’t wanna be a burden,” he insisted and you took a deep breath in before approaching him.

You put your hands on his arms and he flinched a little but he didn’t push you off. However, he kept on packing his things.

“Benny, baby, please, let’s just talk about it, okay?” You tried to talk to him in a soft voice as if he was a wild animal.

In many ways, he was.

“I even called my cousin an’ all that!” He suddenly turned around to look into your eyes. He was visibly angry but at the same time his eyes were glossy. “You wanted a fuckin’ vacation in Florida, so I called and got us a fuckin’ vacation,” he added.

“And I am grateful, baby, I am,” you assured him and placed your hands on his chest. You felt how fast his heart was beating and you caressed him there as if you were trying to soothe his heartbeat itself. “But that’s just… That’s like one time when you show me you’re treatin’ me serious.”

“I’m not treatin’ you serious enough, you say, huh?” Benny straightened his back and looked down at you. “But if I asked you to marry me, you wouldn’t say yes, right? ‘Cuz I ain’t no good enough, am I right?”

You were taken aback by those words. You blinked a few times, very slowly.

“Wha-what are you talking about, Benny?” You tilted your head.

“I wanna make you my wife,” he answered, seriously. “Wanted you as my Mrs. ever since I saw ya,” he confessed. “But I ain’t good enough…” He shook his head and looked away. “And I’ll never be for ya.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as well. You bit on your lower lip and focused hard on overthinking his words. Suddenly, all your insecurities and doubts had disappeared. Your whole body was filled with butterflies.

Gee, yeah, he was… Different from the most. But he was special, too. And he was your Benny. You would never trade him for a man like Patrick for example – Ursula’s fiancé in finance. You would die of boredom with a guy like him. With Benny even those arguments that you were having with him were exciting. The way he was packing his bags or you were threatening to leave every other day, the way you were smashing plates sometimes, the way a phone call from the police station would wake you up in the middle of the night... It was making you feel alive.

“Oh, Benny!” You felt tears of happiness streaming down your cheeks and he looked at you again, confused. “Yes!” You jumped into his arms and he picked you up instinctively. “Yes, yes, yes!” You added and cupped his face to pepper it with dozens of tiny little kisses. “I’m gonna marry you, baby! Even tomorrow! Even now!”

Benny chuckled at that and kissed your lips properly as you put your hands behind his neck. 

“So, you just wanted a ring, my moody kitty, huh?” He teased playfully and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

You arrived at Molly’s place and knocked upon the door, fixing your jeans jacket. She opened the door and invited you in as usual.

It was a month since your last meeting with the girls. They looked you up and down as usual these days but then they furrowed their brows at the sight of your huge grin. Molly entered the living room behind you and took a seat on the couch, looking up at you with a questioning look.

“I have something to tell you,” you told them with a smug smile.

They looked at each other.

“You dumped him?” Barbara asked, excitedly.

“He knocked you up?” Molly, on the other hand, was rather scared.

“Don’t be daft. She wouldn’t be so happy then!” Susie pointed out. Clever as usual.

“I got married!” You exclaimed and showed them your hand with two new additions. A pretty engagement ring that you had chosen for yourself in the pawn shop and a brand new wedding band.

You watched with satisfaction how their mouths dropped. Ursula especially seemed to be butthurt, since you had managed to get married before her.

“And how’s dress hunting, ‘sula?” You teased her.

“I still don’t have a dress,” she admitted. You could see her jaw clenching. “And what were you wearing?”

“A short babydoll,” you answered and sat on the armchair nonchalantly.

“Why haven’t you told us?!” Molly asked and you looked at her as if she was crazy.

“Sorry, but… I don’t know how to say it… Benny and the other guys from the club…” You pretended to sound sad. “Well, they didn’t want you girls around, I hope you understand. No outsiders, you know,” you told them.

It was a lie, of course. None of them would have minded your friends coming. But the wedding had taken place a day after your argument with Benny anyway. There had been no time to send out invitations.

“That’s crazy,” Susie commented and you gave her a smug look.

“Gonna tell you somethin’ crazier,” you chuckled and she raised her eyebrows, curiously. “He got my name tatted right on his heart.”

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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Part 3: Let's Have a Baby

summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes call sign: Freyja warning: MDNI, mentions of canon typical violence and death (ofc), implied child loss Note: The much-awaited part 3 of The Captain! Thank you so much for all of your support! And don't y'all, Part 4 is brewing ;) Enjoy and blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

“Mohawk’s gettin’ particularly long, Johnny boy. When’s the last time you took any off the top?” Freyja asked, tugging at the end of a long strand at the back of his head.

“Dinnae dae that!” Soap whipped his head around and gave her a look of playful irritation. “If it weren’t for that wee barra in your belly I’d knock ya one, lass.”

“You wish, tough guy.”

“Just you wait, soon as y’return to full duty, we’ll have a square go, ye fuckin’ weapon.”

“I’ll block off my calendar.”

She and Soap had grown rather close since they all returned to England following the mission. As promised, Ghost spoke with Price, who convinced Kate to transfer her to the 141 permanently. While she was on desk duty for now, being on the same team would be tremendously helpful in keeping their schedules in sync. The couple could carpool to and from the base together, and John would do his best to keep them from being deployed at the same time.

Plus, she got to spend all her day with her friends and husband, which was a phenomenal change of pace from their previous setup. It was far less lonely being surrounded by the bustle of the busy base and having other friends to talk to besides Price.

They had a standing ‘play date’, as Price called it, every Friday night, where they watched movies, played board games, and ordered takeout. Board games usually ended in a heated exchange between her and whichever unlucky soul had crossed her (usually during Catan), her normally fiery temper heightened with each month of pregnancy that passed. There had been several instances of Ghost scooping her up in his arms and hauling her away to cool off before (any other) objects were lobbed at someone’s head.

One time, Freyja was in rare form when Gaz refused to trade for a material she desperately needed, and whipped a pointed dinner knife in his direction.

“What is with you guys and throwing bloody knives at me?!” he cried, throwing his hands in the air as Ghost dragged her off, screaming obscenities in various angry-sounding languages.

Soap jerked the blade out of the wall. “Dunno if I should be turned on or terrified,” he had said thoughtfully, turning it over in his hand. 

“BOTH, YOU SLIMY, CHEATING MOTHERFUCKERS!”

Catan was banned for a few weeks after that incident, and Freyja gave Kyle the following day off as an apology, though he insisted it wasn’t necessary.

Freyja lowered herself into a chair on the other side of Soap’s desk and leaned her head on her fist, watching him do his paperwork. She’d already finished for the day but was waiting for her husband to fetch her and bring her home to prepare for another Friday with the boys.

“So, Captain, any big plans for this weekend?” Soap asked, still scribbling away at the stack of forms in front of him.

She pursed her lips and shrugged. “Nah. It’s our anniversary on Sunday. Have a routine visit tomorrow to see how the baby’s growing. Nothing crazy.”

“Anniversary?! You didn’t tell me that was comin’ up!”

Her eyes rolled with a chuckle. “Soap, we aren’t showy people. Never have been,” she started, adjusting to sit straighter after having slid down in the chair a bit. Her round belly had started to weigh down her body a few weeks back, and she was starting to feel the effects of back and neck pain. “We weren’t together for very long when we got engaged, if you’d even call it that. We got married a few days later, as soon as we got back to the UK. Didn’t want to waste time, given our line of work.”

Johnny laughed at this, tossing his pen into a mug he fashioned as a stationary holder. “Oh, I’d bet he just loved slappin’ his name after ‘Captain’, too,” he joked with a raised brow.

The image of a spinning circle on a computer came to mind because that was exactly what she was doing. Buffering, her mouth open slightly while she processed his comment. Her mind screamed at her to say something, anything, but nothing came out as she stared at the Sergeant.

He clearly picked up on her inner turmoil, because he asked, “What? What’d I say?”

Goddamn pregnancy brain. “Ah…Nothing. He didn’t like me taking his name, actually,” she mostly muttered, unable to find a way out of the conversation at this point. “He asked me not to change my name and I did it anyway.”

“I don’t get it, why wouldn’t Ghost want ya to change yer name?”

Freyja sighed as she rubbed a hand over the top of her bump, a recent habit for comfort. The baby hadn’t been particularly active that day, only offering a bit of shifting. “You’d have to ask him, John.”

She rarely called him John, so he knew the conversation was over on her part. “How’s your back?” Best to change the subject and move on. 

She was grateful for it. “Terrible. Even sitting here is bothering me.”

Soap lit up and he practically jumped to his feet. “I can do that thing I saw Ghost doin’ last week!” He was already in front of her before she could even answer.

He had been relentless ever since he caught their cute little private moment in the kitchen when she was supposed to be getting herself some fruit to snack on. Simon followed shortly after, offering to get her fruit bowl together for her so she could sit down again. Craving some semblance of independence, she instead offered to cut up her snack while her husband took some of the weight off her back.

“Walked myself right into that one. You just want an excuse to grope my belly.”

“Me? Never! M’offended that y’would say such a thing, Bonnie,” he feigned hurt feelings, pouting with his best puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, fine! Come’ere, I’ll show you,” she laughed, high up in her chest. Freyja pulled herself up with his hands and moved them to the more open space in his office. “Alright, so I’m gonna stand here—“ She turned to press her back against his chest and took his wrist in her hands. “—then you just wanna put your hands flat like this—“ She flattened his palms just under the swell of her stomach, by each point of her pelvis. “—and now you carefully pull up. Emphasis on carefully.”

She groaned at the sudden relief, her head falling back against Soap’s shoulder as he just barely lifted her stomach. 

“There w’are. Steamin’ Jesus, how’s such a wee thing so bloody heavy?”

“Yeah, now imagine carrying that around with your back twenty-four-seven.”

They stood silently for a minute, soaking in the relief from the lack of pressure on her disks. A small hand dragged across the underside of her stomach, pressing against Soap’s hand. His chest rumbled against her back, but he held steady.

“Will anyone be coming for a visit? When she’s born?” It was bold of him to bring up such a sensitive subject, but his curiosity got the better of him.

“No.”

“And you’re alright with that?”

“I have everyone I need right here, Johnny. Who else outside my husband would give my back a break and hold my giant belly?” She reached back to jokingly slap his cheek a few times.

“Where’s that husband o’ yours at? It’s gettin’ late.”

A soft knock on the open door had her turning her head. “I’m comin’, Jesus,” Ghost said, approaching with his hands in his pockets, t-shirt tight as ever. He took in her smiling form, intrigued by the scene in front of him. He smiled beneath his mask, eyes crinkling slightly. “How are my girls?”

Freyja flinched, a hand flying to her belly at the sharp kick. She sported an angry pout. “Ow! That hurt, you little–”

“Be nice. She can’t help that I’m her favorite.”

She pulled out of Soap’s hold, sad to lose the help on one hand, but thrilled to see Simon on the other. “You’re so obnoxious. I’m literally creating her organs and limbs, making sure she has ten fingers and toes, and I don’t get so much as a single hand or kick. But the second she hears your stupid voice, she’s suddenly an MMA fighter,” she complained, shoving at his shoulder. “Un-fucking-believable. I hate you.”

“Mmm, sure you do. How will I ever get back in your good graces?”

“I want Chinese tonight.”

“I think I can manage that.” Ghost bent down to gently, but briefly, touch his forehead to hers, one of their familiar gestures to refrain from more overt displays of affection on base. She would occasionally give him a peck over his skull mask, and they often shared passing touches, but neither partner was a huge fan of PDA. In the comfort of their own home, they were much more obvious, even around the other members of the team. Just not on base (save for a quick romp. Or two. Or– y’know what, never mind).

“Aw, lookit ya wee sook,” Soap cooed, nudging Ghost with his elbow as he walked past, gathering his things to head home.

She giggled and patted Simon’s pec. “He really is!”

Simon grumbled but guided Freyja to the door with a hand on her lower back. “If you lot keep talkin’ nonsense around me, I’ll pop a gasket.”

“It’s not nonsense, Simon. It’s a beautiful language. One that your people just so happened to smother into near extinction,” she sang, pursing her lips in a challenge as she looked up at him walking next to her.

“OOO, sick burn, lass!” Soap smacked their hands together, laughing heartily.

“Fuckin’ hell…”

~*~

Simon checked the time on his phone again with a deep sigh, shaking his head. He detested getting to work anything past ten minutes early, and it was currently five past six. Freyja had told him to go ahead and toss their baby bag in the car, which he had done ten minutes ago. He insisted they keep their ‘go-bag’ (her word, not his) with them, either in the car on errands or on base during the work week.

The area around their front door was littered with broken-down cardboard boxes from various toys and furniture from the nursery. The Task Force had turned out to be extremely generous uncles, to the point where the Rileys hardly had to buy anything. Johnny and Gaz were by far the worst listeners, continuing to purchase mountains of clothes long after Freyja and Ghost begged them to stop. Enough clothes that she would never have to wear the same outfit twice for the first year of her life.

Not even born yet and already spoiled rotten.

Her boots weren’t in the tray by the door, so she must have gotten to that part of her routine, at least. He pushed off the door frame in their entryway, making his way toward the living room. “Frey, what are you doin’? We’re already five minutes late–”

He cut himself off when he laid eyes on the sight in front of him – his wife, now 39 weeks pregnant, attempting to contort her body around her bump to lace up her boots. Simon allowed himself a moment to watch in amusement before clearing his throat and grabbing her attention. “Do you need help?” he asked, about to kneel in front of her.

She grunted and shook her head, then tried to smooth the mussed-up fly-aways that had started to poke up at the edges of her tied-back hair. “No, I can do this. I just did it on Friday.”

“Darling, that was three days ago. There’s no shame in askin’ for help–” He stopped again at the icy glare thrown his way, crossed his arms over his chest, and sat in the armchair across from her. “A’right, if you insist.” He had long noticed that she sometimes struggled to accept help with tasks she could normally complete on her own, if not for a protruding bump being in the way. He knew if she really needed help, she would ask.

This time, she propped the heel of her boot on the coffee table and attempted to stretch over her belly. She was proud of the strength and flexibility she had been able to maintain throughout her entire pregnancy, up until now. Not many people could say they could even see their feet this far into their pregnancy, let alone tie their shoes. After another minute of huffing and puffing, fingers just barely unable to graze the laces, she held her foot out to her watchful husband and sighed. “Fine,” she mumbled, crossed arms mimicking his.

He smiled softly under his mask, blue eyes twinkling with silent laughter as he slid to his knees at her feet, pressing the sole into his chest. “Thank you,” he praised, taking his time to focus on doing her shoes up at the tightness she liked to support her ankles, but allow breathing room at her calves. As he finished up the second foot, he heard a quiet sniffle and jerked his head up to meet her eyes.

Bloody hell, not the waterworks again…

He gently pushed her legs apart and settled between them, his gloved hands covering and rubbing her knees. “What’s wrong, love?”

Freyja wiped her nose with the back of her hand, then used the neckline of her t-shirt to swipe at her wet cheeks. “Nothing, I’m just annoyed. Feels like I can barely function on my own.”

“If I recall, you’re the one who insisted on working until she’s born.”

“Fuck you.”

“Promise?”

She playfully shoved his shoulder, rolling her eyes as she scoffed. 

Ghost pulled his mask up to his nose, just enough to steal a long, soft kiss from her, fingers still gripping her thighs. When they broke apart, he swooped down to press wet kisses on her belly. Freyja put the fabric back in place with deft fingers. “A’right, we sorted?” He smacked her thigh twice when she nodded and offered her hands to help her stand. “Good, you know how I am about bein’ late.”

“Maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll be an early bird like her daddy.”

“Better than always being late like her mum.”

“Low blow, baby. Low blow.”

They made jabs at each other back and forth the entire ride to base (lovingly, of course) and during their walk to their offices, only pausing for the occasional passerby.

~*~

Kyle handed off a steaming mug of tea to Ghost, taking a small sip of his own as they watched the recruits spar with Soap. Most days, the three of them worked with the privates for a few hours, varying from marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, etcetera. Ghost tugged his mask up enough to enjoy his caffeine, the steam dampening the wrinkled fabric.

“How was your weekend, Ghost?”

He hid his subtle smirk behind the cup, the memory of their anniversary evening at the forefront of his mind. Ghost met Gaz’s gaze with a side eye, to which the Sergeant snorted with a throaty chuckle. Gaz fixed the brim of his hat lower to shade his eyes from the sun better. “Shouldn’t have asked,” he said, a bright, cheeky grin on his face. “Change the subject.”

Ghost thought back to that morning, snickering himself and cradling the mug with both hands. “Frey couldn’t tie her boots this morning.” He tried to hide his amusement, he really did. But both men burst into deep laughter, Gaz shamefully covering his eyes with his free hand as he imagined the Captain working around her stomach.

“Bloody hell, poor thing.” When they finally composed themselves, Kyle took a deep breath and wiped a stray tear from his eye. He sighed and placed his now empty mug on the ground, his hands now hanging onto the lip of his tactical vest. The Brit observed the training session, occasionally glancing over at Ghost to gauge his mood. Maybe he should mind his business, but Gaz also wanted to be a good friend to the Rileys. In the end, he decided to take the plunge. “I see it, y’know,” he said, choosing a careful tone.

Simon turned his head fully to shoot him a probing look, urging him to continue.

Gaz sighed to himself. In too deep, now. “Just something I’ve noticed. Seems like she’s done this before, s’all.”

Damn Kyle Garrick and his perceptiveness. How long had the Sergeant been sitting on that thought, watching and observing her mannerisms? Simon stood staring blankly at his companion, unblinking for too long. His heart clenched painfully, twisting and beating violently against his ribs. When his eyes did finally come back into focus, he covered his face again. “As you were, Sergeant,” he commanded, his tone stern and unyielding. Neither of them noticed the Scot break away from the recruits, reading a text from his phone.

“I don’t mean to pry, sir–”

“Lt?” Soap held the device up, brows knotted together. He didn’t make much of an effort to hide his emotions and was concerned. “Price needs ya, sir. Said he’s pretty sure yer wife’s been in labor for the last hour.”

The trio quickly appeared in her office, where she sat behind her desk, beads of sweat on her forehead as she typed away at her computer. John shrugged helplessly and then scratched at the stubble under his chin. About an hour into their daily morning meeting, where he brought her peppermint tea while they worked over files and potential recruits. They were mid-discussing her scheduled c-section when he noticed her breaths sporadically shake, or the muscles in her arms tightening for seemingly no reason. Price asked her if she was okay and was brushed off every time he prodded at her; when he finally had enough, he decided to call for reinforcements.

Freyja glared at the men, mainly aiming it at Price. “Traitor,” she growled, continuing to work through another contraction.

Simon tossed the keys to their car to Price, who swiftly snagged them out of the air and slipped behind them. In the meantime, he tucked his mask into the back pocket of his jeans, his slightly overgrown blonde hair and the top of his head sticking up. He sat on the edge of the desk, looking down at her as she attempted to ignore his presence. His foot slipped a little on the floor, and he found a small puddle trickling across the floor from the space under her chair. “Anything you want to tell me?” he asked, impossibly soft and gentle for a usually deep, gruff military man.

“No.” She was an accomplished sniper and a skilled linguist and had been deployed on hundreds of special missions, interrogations, and rescues during her military tenure. She, however, wasn’t very convincing when it came to lying to her husband, especially when another sharp pain rippled through her body, forcing her to flinch.

“Wanna try that again?”

Her eyes watered uncontrollably, her lip trembling as she tried to keep herself together. The notion didn’t last long, and her head shook from side to side.

“How long?”

“Long enough.”

“Hm.” Simon turned her chair with his shin until she faced him. As he suspected, dark wetness was creeping up the fabric of her jeans. “We should get going then, yeah?” He tilted his head to the side, watching as she grabbed his hand in a fierce grip.

“Simon–” The woman choked on her tears, panic starting to claw its way up her stomach and wrenching her tight throat. “The OB’s out of the country,” she whimpered, barely a whisper.

“I know. Seems that she’s taken after her old man, like y’said,” he offered in an attempt to give her some comedic relief in her state. Simon could see the panic attack set in, and while he knew he couldn’t stop it, he could at least lessen its effects some.

“I was kidding.”

He smiled softly at her and squeezed her palm, drawing soothing circles with his thumb. “Don’t think she’s quite old enough for sarcasm, there, sweetheart.” He got down to his knees in front of her, sitting back on his heels, just under eye level now instead of towering over her. A familiar position for them as of late. “Looks like we’re doin’ this the old-fashioned way.”

She started crying hysterically now, nearly crushing his hand and cradling her belly. “Simon…I–”

“I know.”

It was as if their audience had completely disappeared, leaving just the two of them for what should be a private moment. But Soap and Gaz were still pressed to the wall by the door. In the months they had become close friends with Simon’s wife, she was almost always composed, her moments of hormonal rage the only outlier they witnessed. They’d never seen her such a panicked, blubbering mess, but Gaz had an idea he knew what it was about, even without specifics. For that reason, he chose to keep his distance and advised Soap to do the same with a tap to the shoulder.

“This–This isn’t the plan. I wanted…they’re supposed to take her out. I don’t want to push again.”

“I know,” he repeated. “I’m sorry, love, but you’ll have to.”

“Can’t we just–” A gasp cut her off, her features pinching together in pain while she rode out yet another contraction.

“No. We can’t.”

“I can’t do this again, Simon! I can’t!” Her chest heaved and she sobbed, struggling to catch her breath. Panic attacks had become more frequent during her pregnancy. There had been about five or six instances where an odd feeling or uncomfortable pain had anxiety washing over her, sending her into a spiral until they could get to an emergency room or OB, snapping at them to ‘just fucking check, for fuck’s sake’. This was definitely one of the worst. All of her meticulous planning, down to every nitty-gritty detail to ensure she didn’t have an episode went right out the window because a certain impatient Riley was eager to make her exit and simultaneous entrance to the world.

The world was collapsing around her, dark and suffocating. The cold pit dragged her back to what seemed like another life, where she lay curled up in a hospital bed, sick and hot and in the worst agony she would ever experience. Her bones burned and ached, struggling to sit still yet unable to move at the same time. Price’s phantom touch ghosted up and down her bare back in that place, brushed her sticky hair off her forehead, pressed a cold towel to her neck as violent sobs and forced, unnatural contractions tore through her—

She blinked when different, gloved hands slipped under her hair, the warmth of her skin bleeding through the material as he cradled her face. Her fingers slipped down to dig into his tattooed wrist. “You can, and you will. Take a breath,” he took a deep breath, guiding her through the exercise. He held the air in his chest before letting it out in a slow exhale, which she mimicked. Ghost summoned Gaz over and rose, pulling her up with him. “Good girl. Can you walk?”

When she nodded, Kyle slipped into the space beside her, offering his forearm for support. She knew Simon could have handled her himself, but it warmed her heart to see him leaning on their friends. John had been a great support system when Simon deployed on his own, but having so many hands to hold made her feel loved and understood.

“A’right then, let’s have a baby, yeah?”

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[asapjens]

MISUNDERSTANDINGS

pjo: annabeth chase x fem!reader

synopsis: percy thought he was dating you, annabeth thought you were dating percy, you thought annabeth was the prettiest girl in the world.

category: fluff

word count: 448

Sooo, there's this whole thing with Percy, Annabeth, and you. And it’s kinda funny.

Percy, being Percy, started thinking that you two were dating. Why? Well, you were always super nice to him. You'd fix his bruises after his intense sword practices, even though you're not even from the Apollo cabin.

And, whenever he went on a quest, you worried about him like crazy. But the thing is, you were just being a good friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

And Annabeth, she was head over heels for you. From the moment you guys met, she was smitten. But every time Percy would go on and on about you, she'd roll her eyes so hard they almost fell out of her head.

And when you'd even mention Percy, she'd give you that look like, "Really? Him?"

One day, the three of you were having breakfast at Camp Half-Blood. And while eating, you got some food on your cheek.

Percy, being the awesome boyfriend he thought he was, tried to clean it up with his fingers. And that's when Annabeth exploded. She blurted out, "Get a room!" and stormed off to her cabin.

You knew something was up, so you followed her. And there she was, crying on her bed.

“Annabeth, what’s wrong?” you asked concerned. “Nothing” she muttered. “I know something is wrong, please tell me” you didn’t want to see Amnabeth upset.

“What’s wrong is that I’m in love with you and that you’re in love with Percy!” Annabeth exclaimed, tears falling from her eyes.

“What?” you almost screamed. “Annabeth, I’m not in love with Percy.”

“Yeah right, you always act like his girlfriend and everyone in Camp Half-Blood knows that you guys are dating,” she said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Annabeth, I love you,” you stepped closer to her, trying to wipe away her tears as you spoke.

“I’ve been in love with you since we first met,” you said, smiling at her. When her eyes were dry from the tears, you made eye contact with each other.

“Really?” Annabeth asked, amused. “Of course. I don’t love Percy that way. I love you, stupid,” you both laughed, breaking the eye contact.

“I love you too,” Annabeth said, smiling at you. You both fell into a comfortable silence, and Annabeth reached for your hand, and there you two stood, holding hands.

But Annabeth, being the person she is, said, "I can't wait to see Percy's face when he finds out." You smirked and replied, "Oh, he's going to die."

“But really, why would he think we were dating?” you asked Annabeth. “Oh, come on, you act like his girlfriend,” Annabeth almost rolled her eyes.

“I do not” you said defensive. “You do”

“Well, at least you'll know that I'm not only acting as your girlfriend but that I am your girlfriend,” you winked at Annabeth.

Annabeth smiled and blushed. “Yeah, you better,” she said, bumping her shoulder into you.

[iamasimperyk]

Lonely (Part 2) -Rafe Cameron

Warnings: Psychopath!Rafe, Dark!Rafe, Angst, Fluff, Crying, Possessive Behaviour, Not proof-read, English is not my first language

Summary: Since you are dating Rafe now he became possessive, but you didn‘t notice. All you care about are your friends.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Part 1

After your friends caught you with Rafe at the beach, you haven’t heard from them. You were aware of the fact that they hated Rafe, because of everything they went through.

They couldn’t understand what you possibly saw in him. Why would you be so close to someone as cruel as Rafe Cameron?

“Thinking about your ‘friends’ again?” Rafe asked, sitting down next to you on his bed.

You let out a sigh, "They are my friends, Rafe. They're just shocked we were so close."

“Well, thanks to them we are now even closer.” He gave you one of his cocky smirks.

“I just hope one day they accept us together and everything goes back to normal.” You mumbled, fiddling with your finger.

“Who needs them anyway, I am the only one you need.” He kissed your temple.

Ever since you two started dating a few weeks ago, Rafe had been possesive of you. He wanted you next to him all the time and always got a little upset when you started to talk about the Pogues. You never noticed though, for you he was just caring and sweet.

“I have something for you,” Rafe told you, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand.

“You know that I hate it when you spend money on me. I like you for you, not the fancy gifts.” You shook your head a little.

He took out the small box and handed it to you, “And you know that I don’t care what you say about me giving you gifts.”

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. You knew that Rafe would never stop buying you expansive stuff.

After you opened the box your eyes widen a little. Inside was a beautiful golden bracelet, with a charm. A charm with the letter ‘R’.

“It’s so pretty. Thank your, Rafe.” You gave him a quick kiss before you held it out for him to but it on your wrist.

“You look so pretty with my first letter on you.” He mumbled.

At his statement you laughed a little, you thought it was funny, but in reality it was the psychopath inside of him who was speaking.

————

“I will be back in a few hours. You will survive, Rafe.” You giggled as he held you tight to his chest.

You told him you wanted to go to the cut to buy some stuff. Stuff you could only get there.

“Let me come with you, princess.” He mumbled into your hair, but you shook your head, “You have an important call in a few minutes.”

“I can just cancel it and then we-“ Rafe started but you were quick to interrupt him, “You talk about this call since last week. I know how important it is for you.”

He knew you were right, but how could he let his precious girl go alone to the cut.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone rang, “I will see you in a bit. Good luck with the deal.”

You kissed him goodbye and quickly left, not giving him a chance to say anything back.

What Rafe didn’t know, you wanted to talk to your friends on the cut.

————

“Please just let me explain it.” You begged, tears running down your cheeks.

“Explain what? That you betrayed us and are now fucking with the enemy?” JJ hissed, taking a swing of his beer.

You quickly shook your head, “It was never my intention to start a thing with Rafe. Every one of you started dating and I was always alone. Rafe just happened to be there one night and we started talking.”

“Look, Y/n, it’s not our place to tell you who you can and can’t be with. We were all just a little shocked that it was Rafe you chose.” John B told you in a calm way.

“He changed. He isn’t anything like you guys think he is. I know what he did was awful but he is a different person now.” You tried to explain.

“My brother? He’s a psychopath Y/n. He tried to kill me. He tried to kill you. He tried to kill all of us.” Sarah spoke up in disbelief.

“She’s right. I bet it’s just another one of his plans. Fucking the shy, little Pogue to get information.” JJ spat.

“JJ, calm down,” Kie hit his head.

“No Kie, she chose her side. I mean look at her, all the expensive shit she wears. She went full Kook with her little boyfriend and we? Yeah, we lost everything, the gold, the cross and one of our best friends.” Sadness clearly visible in JJ’s voice.

“I miss you, guys,” You told them weakly.

“We miss you too, Y/n/n, it’s just hard to accept the fact that you are now dating the enemy.” Pope sighed.

“Nothing has to change, I am still the same Y/n I always was and I always will be. Please don’t hate me.“ You said desperately.

They looked at each other for a while before John B finally spoke up, “How could we ever hate you.”

He stood up and hugged you, the others followed quickly. Even JJ stood up and came to you, “Don’t let this piece of shit control you.”

“JJ,” You rolled your eyes, but smiled a little, a few tears still running down your cheeks, “I promise.”

Finally everything was good again.

But what none of you knew, Rafe never picked up the phone but followed you. He wanted to make sure nothing happened to you but when he saw you with your friends, he felt nothing but anger.

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[artiststarme]

Win Some, Lose Some

Based on a prompt from @mysticcrownshipper. Thank you and I hope it meets your expectations! Please leave your thoughts in the comments.

~*~*~*~

Steve was pretty sure he was unlovable. It was the only reason that made sense as to why everyone always treated him like this. What about him made people feel the need to put him down in every conversation or ignore him completely? Neglect wasn’t a new feeling to Steve. No, he was all too used to being uncared for and left alone. He had been since his parents started leaving him for weeks at a time to go on business trips and vacations when he was nine. Neglect wasn’t new to him nor was the underappreciation and ignorance that was constantly present in the Party. Every person he talked to made him feel like an inconvenience and he was sick of it.

Robin was supposed to be his best friend, his platonic soulmate with a capital P, his ride or die. So why was she belittling him and downplaying his feelings every chance she could? Any time Steve wanted to vent about Eddie or talk about his feelings, she would shut it down. She’d tell him that Eddie was just new to relationships and that his feelings were misplaced. She made him feel the worst out of everyone in the Party because she was the one he expected to be on his side the most. Steve ignored it mostly because what else could he do? Call her on it and risk losing her completely? No, it was best to push down his ‘misplaced feelings’ and pretend to laugh when she put him down. It’s not like he didn’t have the practice.

The kids were just as awful as they always were, completely taking him for granted. They expected Steve to give up everything without giving anything back. He has a date with Eddie that night? They want him to drop it and give them a ride to the pool. He has a headache and doesn’t feel like doing anything? Who cares, they need him to watch their DnD campaign. Oh, he doesn’t have enough money for groceries that week? He has to have enough to give them some for the arcade though, right?

Eddie certainly wasn’t helping either. He was constantly neglecting their relationship and placing it as his lowest priority. Steve would go out of his way to make plans with him only for him to cancel last minute or neglect to show at all. He’d go without calling Steve for days, blow him off when he did something nice for him, and poke fun at Steve’s expense to make the others laugh. It was to the point where it wasn’t making just Steve uncomfortable but the Corroded Coffin boys as well. 

He thought he was hiding his hurt feelings pretty well but when Eddie said a comment that hit a little too close to home for him, Steve ducked out of his own dining room to smoke a cigarette he definitely didn’t need. When he heard his sliding door inch open, he hoped that it would be Eddie coming to apologize but it turned out to be a worried Jeff instead. 

“Hey man, you alright?” He asked him, his eyes glimmering in concern. 

“Yeah, man,” Steve nodded before taking a long drag. “It’s fine, he does that all the time. It’s cool.”

Jeff didn’t look convinced and narrowed his eyes at the half-burnt cigarette. “It’s not cool at all. Why are you smoking, I thought you quit?”

Steve sighed, “yeah well, I couldn’t kick it completely. It makes a good excuse for when I need a break. Plus, Wayne is a really bad role model and keeps buying an extra pack for me when he gets his. I don’t have the heart to tell him I’m thinking of quitting, he’d be crushed.”

“I get it.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of them when Jeff spoke again. “Hey, you want to hang out at band practice with the guys and I on Monday? Eddie won’t be there but you could just hang with us.”

“You want to hang out with me without Eddie? You guys don’t even like me.” Steve told him deadpan. 

“What? Yes we do! We think you’re cool and if you ever want to swing by, we’d love to have you. We need an unbiased judge for our music.”

Steve hummed, “okay, what time on Monday?”

“Um, I think eleven. AM, not PM. Just come and hang out with us in Gareth’s garage. His mom is making tuna salad for us,” Jeff added. 

“Well how could I ever resist tuna salad?” Steve laughed, it felt like a long time since he’s done that. 

Jeff pointed at him, “that’s what I’m saying! And ditch the cigarettes, you won’t need a break with us. We won’t treat you like that.”

Steve nodded as Jeff went back inside. It was nice to be invited somewhere without an ulterior motive. Steve found himself looking forward to Monday so he could just relax without having to fake a part. He was excited and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that way.

~*~*~*~

Word must have spread after that because suddenly, everyone outside of the main Party members wanted to hang out. The Corroded Coffin boys were teaching him how to play guitar and making him sing choruses alongside Jeff. Nancy was inviting Steve over for girl’s night to talk shit about Eddie and Robin. Murray was luring Steve to his bunker with promises of authentic Russian vodka and “sticking it to the man”, Steve didn’t accept that offer but he did appreciate it. Even Hopper and Joyce were inviting him out for milkshakes and basketball practice. 

Steve was having the most fun though with Phil and his new boyfriend Dio. Dio was a goth, twenty something with a sarcastic personality and a stupid sense of humor that complemented Phil’s. Just looking at him, Steve could tell that he and Phil shared a type (a fact often laughed at by Dio). It seemed they both went for alternative guys with shitty tastes in music. When Phil had first introduced the two, they had both been wary of one another; Steve because the guy looked like the type to stab his enemies and Dio because this preppy jock could out him and ruin his life. They soon found common ground however over their love of horror movies and Queen music. Now, Steve saw Dio as another older brother of sorts and couldn’t picture Phil with anyone else. 

 They invited him over biweekly for dinner and movie nights with horror films that left Steve itching with anxiety. But he was finally having fun. With all of the unexpected invites, he didn’t have any time to spend with the Party. Soon, he found out that that was intentional.  

He made a comment to Phil and Dio at one of their dinners that he hadn’t seen any of the Party in a while and that it almost seemed like he was avoiding them to hang out with other people. They both just looked at him blankly and Phil told him deadpan, “Well, duh. We made a plan to keep them away from you, we’re not going to make it easy on them. Now eat your green beans before they go cold.”

Steve just blinked at him. “What do you mean you made a plan? I’m confused.”

Dio gave Phil the side-eye and smiled a strained smile at Steve. “Alright look, we heard from your band friend that your other friends were being dumbasses and decided that they needed a time out. But you didn’t deserve to suffer so we made plans with you to keep you busy and to keep them away. Got it?”

No, Steve did not ‘get it’. 

“Why would you do that? That’s just how they are.”

Phil whipped his head up and almost knocked over his glass of chocolate milk in his haste to point a finger at Steve. “Excuse me?! They’ve been this way the whole time? Then why the hell are you friends with them?”

Steve blinked. “Because they want to be friends with me. It’s not like many people want to.”

Both Phil and Dio stared at him in sadness. They clearly didn’t see that coming. They looked at each other, back at Steve, then back at each other before Dio spoke. 

“We have to step it up then and really make them suffer. Here’s what we’re going to do, we’re going to make them jealous. If they haven’t realized that we’re trying to steal you already, they will soon enough. I’ll make the calls and we can really escalate things.”

“What the hell, um no. Let’s not do that? I just- what?” Steve stammered. 

“No, just trust me. We can make them really jealous with this plan. I’ve done it before, I’m a pro at getting revenge,” Dio smirked at him. 

Steve just stared at him and Phil nodded in agreement. 

“That’s true,” he said through a mouthful of green beans. “He’s gay and vengeful, that’s the worst kind. But remember, I’m an officer of the law so you have to keep it legal this time.”

“This time?!”

~*~*~*~

Dio wasn’t kidding about his revenge plan. He started coming around to Family Video on his lunch breaks in an attempt to confuse Eddie. He had the Corroded Coffin boys inviting Steve over almost daily and even Uncle Wayne taking him out for coffee and donuts. It was all Steve had ever wanted and deep down, he was a little sad that it had to be an act. 

Three weeks in though, the Party started to notice and it was all worth it. The kids came in to glare at the random goth weirdo that was monopolizing his time at work and complained to each other that their calls to the Harrington house were going unanswered. 

Robin was stuck working with Keith when Steve switched his shifts and her attempts to brag about Vickie went unanswered on the walkie. She couldn’t help but wonder where her best friend had gone or what had caused his absence. 

Eddie kept seeing Steve leave Gareth’s garage right as he got there and whenever he asked the guys, he got a disinterested, “yeah, we’re teaching him how to play the guitar. He was just stopping by.”

He reached a breaking point when he walked into Family Video to see a goth standing shoulder to shoulder with Steve in the horror section. Steve was smiling and nodding along to whatever the guy was saying and Eddie had had enough. 

“Hey! Who are you? Why are you standing so close to him huh? He’s taken!”

Steve just looked at him unimpressed. “Oh, are we still dating? I wasn’t sure considering you haven’t talked to me in three weeks.”

“What, three weeks? It hasn’t been that long. Even still, you’re going to go after a goth? What the fuck, Steve?” Eddie shook his head at him like Steve was in the wrong. 

“This is my brother’s boyfriend, Dio. We’re trying to pick out a movie that’s going to scare Phil. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Oh, um. Can we talk?” Eddie murmured, chagrined. 

“No, I don’t think we should. There’s literally nothing you could say to make me forgive any of you. You, Robin, and the kids have ignored me for weeks and I didn’t even do anything wrong. And now you’re jealous because I’m talking to a guy that’s not you? No.”

Eddie’s face dropped. “Are you, are you breaking up with me?”

Steve’s mouth twisted, this hadn’t been part of the original plan but it did feel right. “Yeah, I am.”

“Um, okay. I’m gonna, I'm gonna go,” Eddie whispered before darting out of the store. 

Steve sadly watched him leave as Dio just looked between him and the door. “Well goddamn, you broke up with him? The whole plan was for everyone to make him jealous so he treated you better. I didn’t know that you wanted to dump him.”

“I didn’t either. But these past few weeks have taught me that the Party really aren’t great friends to have. And Eddie isn’t really a good boyfriend. I don’t want to go back to how it was,” Steve murmured. His chest felt heavy with loss and he could feel a tension headache creeping in. 

“Hey, look at me,” Dio met his eyes and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You have to do what’s right for you and if that means cutting ties with toxic people, that’s what you have to do. There’s no shame in that.”

Steve nodded at him and broke away from his hold to get back to work. It was going to take some adjusting to losing the Party but it was the best thing for now. He’d been put down and mistreated too much by them to let them so easily off the hook once again. It was about time he put himself first, even if it meant losing the friends he’d thought he’d never lose.

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No Yellow

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Part 9 of Little Soldier

Knocking on Steve’s door, Bucky hoped things went well with this talk. While he seemed to encourage him before, there was a huge difference between taking you on a date ...and moving in with you. Licking his lips, he ran a hand through his hair a moment before the door opened. “Hey, Buck, what’s up?” He asked, moving to the side to let him in. 

“Wanted to see if you wanted to do a guy’s day? Do lunch or something?” He asked, rubbing his palms on his jeans. “Go to that pizza joint we like?” He added as a suggestion. 

Steve smiled, nodding. “Yeah, let me get my sneakers on.” He agreed. “Want to see if Dom wants to come?” He offered. 

“He’s out with Y/N and Tony for a bit. Lunch and stuff.” He shrugged. “Was thinking of bringing him to that new kids activity thing after the new year, though. How about you come? I’m sure he’d like his Uncle Steve coming.” He chuckled. 

“I’d like that.” He agreed easily. He didn’t see himself getting to have his own family, so he loved being able to help raise Dom in a way.

Dom was on the swings while you and Tony sat on a bench chatting. “So, me and Bucky have been back together for a few months.” You glanced at him, worried for his reaction. “Around the time of Dom’s birthday.” 

Tony nodded, sipping his coffee. “I thought so, but wasn’t sure.” He shrugged. “As long as you and Dom are happy, I’m happy.” He looked over at you. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I wanted to kill him after what happened, but I can tell he’s really trying to be there for Dom.” He saw you physically relax at that. “Not what you were expecting?” 

You chuckled, your eyes going back to Dom in time to see him jump off and run to play on the merry go round. “I was a bit worried, but when we talked about starting to tell people...you and Steve were the first to come to mind.” You told him. “I’m honestly scared to tell Nat.” Sighing, you shook your head. “She’s so against Bucky in every way it seems.” Which was true, she was going to be livid about this. 

“Eh, that’s on her. It’s your life, and you’re clearly happy. Thanks for thinking of me, though.” He nudged you. 

“You are my favorite inventor.” You teased, trying to keep the mood light. “There’s more, and no I’m not pregnant.” You chuckled at the amused look on his face you saw out of the corner of your eye. “I asked him to move with us. I even offered just part time to start. When I told him that you got us a house, he was...sad. He said he’d miss us, miss bedtime with Dom, and all that.” You omitted him whining from that explanation, knowing Bucky probably didn’t want that to be known. 

Tony grinned. “Hence asking him about paint? So domestic.” He teased, making you laugh. “Just... please no yellow for the kitchen? Why has that been a trend lately? So tacky.” He made a face. 

Laughing even harder, you shook your head. “No yellow in the kitchen.” You managed. “Sure you don’t want to be an interior designer?” You smirked. 

“Nah. I’d get fired for being too honest to a client.” He said as if it was nothing. “But, thank you for promising no yellow.” 

The two men were about halfway through their pizza before Bucky finally spoke up. “So, what would you think about me and Y/N getting back together?” He asked abruptly. 

Steve stopped mid-chew, staring at his best friend. Finally, he finished his bite and took a sip of his drink. “That was...random. Have the two of you had that talk or something?” He asked. Sitting back in  his chair, he was curious. 

Bucky looked down for a moment, smiling. “Yeah, something like that.” He chuckled. “...Back around our son’s birthday.” Honestly, just the way that sounded good to him, and he liked to use it when he could. “We didn’t want to tell anyone at first. Wanted to just see how things went.” He explained. 

His eyebrows shot up. “So you’ve been together this whole time?” He asked for clarification. 

Chuckling, he nodded, a proud grin on his face. He looked over, looking happier than Steve could remember seeing him in awhile. “Yeah. And, Stark gave her her Christmas present early. A house.” He went on. “A three bedroom in Brooklyn. I may have...whined...when I realized I wouldn’t be seeing them whenever I wanted. Right now I can do bedtime whenever I want, I can go curl up in her bed when you have Dom, and I can see them whenever. She moves, that changes.” He shrugged a shoulder with a small sigh. “The thought of not seeing my family whenever I want sucks.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you refer to them as ‘your family’.” Steve said softly. “How does she feel?” 

“Well, they are my family. I mean, you are, too…” He pointed out. “But they’re...different.” He wasn’t sure how to explain it. “And she’s excited for the house. Stark’s putting a little soccer thing in the backyard for Dom, and I know that means a lot to her. I know she’s probably a bit scared, too, though.” Playing with a napkin on the table, he composed his thoughts. “As for me not being there- she offered to let me move with them. Even part time. Either spend my week there, and weekends at the tower, or vise versa.” 

Steve was happy that his friend was finding what truly made him happy- even if Dom was now older and he didn’t have those memories of a baby Dom. “So, what do you think you’re gonna do?” 

Dom had his face against the car window as he slept on the way back to the tower. You snapped a picture and sent it to Bucky with a laughing face. He looked so much like his father when he slept. “When do you guys plan to tell the others that you, Dom, and Barnes are moving out?” Tony asked, jerking you from watching your son. 

“I honestly have no damn clue.” You sighed. “Obviously I’ll need to soon, though. Christmas is in two weeks, so there’s time before the holidays...but do I want to ruin the Christmas spirit with a pissed off spy?” You thought out loud. “But if I wait until after, she’ll be pissed that I waited. We’re moving after the new year, so that really wouldn’t give them much time to process that we’ll be gone.” Letting out a sigh, you leaned your head back and looked at Tony. “Can you tell her for me?” You asked jokingly. 

He chuckled, giving you a sympathetic look. “Yeah, the timing will be hard.” He agreed. “It’s not like you’re moving the day after New Year’s, either.” Which was true. There was no set date at the moment, giving you some leeway. 

Chewing on your lip, you nodded. “That’s true.” You mused. “Do you think we could move it until Dom’s spring break?” You asked. “Nat can spend some extra time with him while Bucky and I get the house set up for him. Plus, we can let the holidays pass drama drama free.” Which, frankly, sounded much better. 

“Works for me. And gives us more time to get the little touches done. When’s his spring break?” It was his first year at this school, so he didn’t know if it was the same as his old school. “March? Or April?”

“Second week in March.” You told him, glancing to him. “Now let’s hope little man can keep his mouth shut about the house.” You chuckled. “That is not something he inherited from his father.” 

Tony laughed at that, causing Dom to jerk awake. He yawned and stretched the best he could. “What’s so funny?” He asked before yawning again. 

“How cute you are when you sleep and how much like your dad you look like.” You chuckled as he tried to get his hair back into his ponytail- something he wasn’t all that good at yet. “So, can you please try to not mention the house to anyone? Or about your dad moving with us? Please?” You asked as he looked a tad more awake. 

“Why?” He blinked, looking very innocent. 

You smiled. “Because I want to tell them in time, okay? After the holidays and stuff. I was talking to Uncle Tony and decided we won’t move until your spring break. That gives us a lot of time for you to decide how you want your room!” You tried to play up how exciting this would be. 

“I’ll try.” He shrugged. He had a bad habit of getting excited and just blurting things out- just like most other kids his age. 

Everyone was at dinner that night, much to Dom’s excitement. He hadn’t spent too much time with Thor recently, and even he was there. “You’ve grown!” Thor beamed at him. “You shall be mighty like your father!” 

Dom looked proud at that. “I hope so! And like Uncle Steve!” He added, taking a bite of his chicken tender. 

Steve couldn’t help but smile at that. “Did you have fun with your mom and Uncle Tony today?” He asked him. 

“We got to go look at our new house!” He said excitedly, then looked at you, smile fading. “Oops.” He muttered. “Sorry, mom.” 

Nat stared at you. “Uh, new house?!” She thought that if you were moving, you would have told her. She was one of your best friends! “How far is it? When are you moving?” While, sure, she had been used to you being far for the first 6 years of Dom’s life, she had gotten very used to the pair of you being in the tower. “Is it safe?” The worry in her voice was very clear. 

Licking your lips, you sighed. “It was Tony’s Christmas present to me. A cute little house in Brooklyn.” You started, thankful Dom at least omitted Bucky moving with them, as well. “We aren’t moving until his spring break. This way you guys can get some time with him while we get the house all set up and organized.” You shrugged. “It’s not like we’re moving next week. As for safety, Tony is making it as safe as possible.” You assured her, knowing her heart was in the right place. 

“We? I’m guessing Steve is gonna be helping you?” She went on. “And we thought the other house was safe, too. Why don’t you two just stay here? You’re safe here, and we all love having you around.” There was no way she wouldn’t at least try to keep you two safe. 

“Dad will keep us safe, Aunt Nat!” Dom spoke up, making you hang your head. No more secrets for him. “He won’t let the bad guys get us!” He went on. “Ever.” His eyes were on his food, clearly loving what Tony had ordered. 

“Bucky…?” Nat’s eyes went to him, the question lingering in the air. 

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best friends to enemies to lovers with Joe burrow plsss!! like when he got on the football team he became a douche and stopped being nice and that's why they r enemies

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as it was// j.b.

Joe was no stranger to me. We had grown up in the same neighborhood. I remember swimming in eachother’s pools, having snowball fights, and our little movie night’s as kids. We were always interested in the same things, science, space, and animals. I would come over and play with his lizard every day after school.

We began to grow apart during high school. It was the beginning of his future and though I was as supportive as a childhood friend could be, things began to come between us. I was focused solely on my grades and Joe’s priority was getting into a D1 university to keep his career progressing. So when I found out he had gotten into Ohio State I was incredibly happy for him. I had gotten into Baylor and he knew it was my dream school. We were both so excited for eachother and what the future held.

Everyone always believed there was something between Joe and I, but we always kept it friendly. He was my prom date, first kiss, and best friend. I never knew what Joe was feeling, but then again was it even my business? All I needed to know is that we were friends still.

Before we both left for school we promised to stay in touch and never lose the friendship we had. We had only ever been comfortable with eachother, so we decided it would be best to be eachothers first…..and second, and third. But that doesn’t matter. This wasn’t some movie where the main characters went from friends to lovers or some shit like that.

The last time we saw eachother was winter break of our freshman year. We had been hanging out in his basement watching movies and scrolling on our phones when he spoke up out of nowhere.

“Y/N I’m so lucky to have a friend like you. Straight up no one has stuck by me like you have, and I hope you know I’m grateful.” He said

“I promise I believe you Joey, don’t worry.” I responded with a small giggle.

“I met somebody.” He blurted out. It almost sounded like he was saying something just to say something.

I didn’t respond right away partly because I didn’t know what to say and partly because I didn’t want to say anything.

“That’s good J, is she good to you?” I responded, we were just friends. I shouldn’t have to remind myself of that, but I do.

“Yeah, I just don’t want you to trip when I post her or some shit.” He said, by this time I could tell he was lying.

“Why would I?” I asked.

He started to respond. “Because you know-”

I had to cut him off before it got any deeper.

“Joe, we’re best friends, that's it. Plus, I want you to be happy. Yeah we messed around for a little but that doesn’t mean much. Our friendship comes before anything else.” I responded.

I could see disappointment take over his face. But what he said next was something I never expected to hear.

“You were just a good fuck if that’s the case. Friends or not, I thought you would at least care a little more.” He yelled.

“Joe what the fuck are you even saying right now, like actually. Do you want me to be jealous or something? You are the one who just brought up meeting a different girl.” I was shocked.

“I don’t know how I feel about you Y/N, I mean, our friendship or whatever you want to call it, has always been a little messy. I’ve loved you since we were kids.” He said

“Joe, if that was the case you would’ve at least made some room for me in your life when your football career took off. Nobody was there for you like I was and you know that.” I spat.

I could see his ears turn pink and bright flush starting to come over his cheeks, a tell-tale sign that he was about to cry.

“Look, I don’t know how we got here whether its this point of the conversation or our lives, but fuck Joe, why did you have to do this. Why did we have to do this? I just wanted to catch up and have a good night.” I said

“But since we’re bringing shit up, you have been a terrible fucking friend. You don’t answer texts let alone answer calls. We barely talk. Did the night before you left mean nothing?” I yelled.

We had both promised to never bring that night up. We had slept together, but that night was different. He told me he loved me and I said it back. Sure, we had said it before, but it was always platonically. I knew that night he had made love to me. There was no one else for me but J. But I refuse to even pursue it. He’s my childhood best friend, not my soulmate.

“Fuck you Joey, seriously.”

I rushed up the stairs and out the door to my car with tears streaming down my face. I really can’t believe what just happened. That’s so not like him. Not like us. All of this came from left field. We were bestfriends, then best friends who fucked, and now we’re nothing.

What the fuck happened?

—---

I haven’t seen Joe since last winter break. Everyone would ask what happened between us, but I refused to talk about it.

I was laying in my room since I was back for spring break when there was a light knock at my door.

“Come in.” I yelled.

“Y/N, someone is here to see you love.” She whispered.

Before I could respond she stepped to the side and I saw that last person in the world I wanted to. It was fucking Joe.

“I’m not doing this.” I said as I got up to go close my door before he could walk in.

“Y/N don’t be like this.” He said. I could tell it took a lot for him to do this. He sounded defeated before he even started.

I just stood there and stared at him, giving him a hurry up before I change my mind glare.

“I want to say sorry. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I miss you so much dude.” He whispered.

I didn’t have much to say so I just pulled him into a hug. His touch and scent were so familiar, I didn’t realize I missed him so much.

God, I had missed him so much.

We were still holding onto eachother when he began pressing kisses onto the top of my head. We coudn’t let go of eachother. We both had salty tears running down our faces.

“Joe, I’ve missed you too. Watching you all over instagram twitter has sucked but I’ve been so proud of you.” I said.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am for that night. I don’t mean any of the shit I said. You mean more to me than just sex. I’m in love with you Y/N and I can’t keep it from you anymore.” He whimpered.

I finally pulled away from him and just stared into those comforting eyes I had missed so much. We both layed down onto my bed, tangled in each other's arms.

We caught up on everything we had missed in eachothers lives. We shared spaced out kisses the entire night, falling asleep cuddling with the other.

After we were completely caught up I felt Joe’s energy shift. He pushed himself closer to me and tightened his grip on one of my hips.

“Y/N, let me show you how much I missed you. Please, I’m begging.” He whispered as he began to place soft wet kisses onto my neck and shoulder.

“Show me J.” I responded quickly.

He swiftly flipped me onto my back and put his body on top of mine all while connecting his lips to mine, refusing to let any space come between our bodies.

“I love you Y/N, I always have.” He whispered.

“I know you have Joey, I promise I love you just the same.” I responded.

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Life in the Limelight

Chapter 3

Spencer’s POV

After my text conversation with Y/N, I got back to work. All I had to do was hope that we didn’t get a case in two days. I hopped off the elevator and walked to my desk and greeted everybody as I went. As I sat at my desk I started to do paperwork that had been piling up. 

“Hey Reid, my man,” Derek said slapping his hands on my shoulders. 

“Oh no, what do you want, Derek?”

“Nothing, I just think you should come out with me this weekend. Maybe Saturday?”

“I don’t know, Derek, I think I’m busy Saturday.”

“Ok Pretty Boy! What are you doing, hmm? Are you going to watch some obscure movie? Maybe reading a whole bunch of obscure books?”

“Yeah, actually I was thinking about going out and getting lunch after going for a walk in the park then going to an early movie then going home and reading some books.”

Derek, JJ, and Emily seemed surprised for me to have a detailed plan ready. “Ok Reid,” Emily starts, “Are you going with anyone?”

“No, I’m not. I’m actually kind of excited to go out by myself and enjoy life.”

Everyone was staring at me, trying to read my micro-expressions but I knew they couldn’t. “Everyone in the meeting room in five,” Hotch said as he walked passed us. After everyone left to go to the meeting room, I let out a deep breath. I hope this case doesn’t take us out of state and doesn’t take us long. I don’t want to miss my hangout/date with Y/N. I walk up to the meeting room to see everyone sitting there. 

I take my seat and Garcia starts the meeting, “Ok friends we have trouble in our backyard. First victim, Alyssa Caldwater, was last seen leaving her job at 10:30 last Tuesday night. She was found dead two days ago in an alley, and get this, completely naked. Then just yesterday an Amanda Clarke was found in another alley about two blocks from where Miss Alyssa was found. Also they were both strangled to death then stabbed 30 times postmortem.”

“So,” Emily started, “we’re clearly dealing with someone who has extreme aggression problems.”

“Yeah, they might also be impotent. Maybe that’s why he stabbed them,” JJ commented.

“You know, because of the overkill, we’re definitely dealing with someone who is really fit, or is on some kind of stimulant drug that would give them the strength and energy to do something like this,” I said. 

“Well, it seems like this guy is speeding up. One girl dumped two days ago and another one dumped yesterday.” Rossi added.

Hotch spoke up, “Either way we better get down to the D.C. field office and help them figure this out. Everyone at the cars in 10 minutes.”

I got worried because I don’t know if we’ll be done in time for my brunch with Y/N so I decided to call her. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, how are you?”

“I’m good, Spencer, I’m just leaving rehearsal. What about you?”

“Uh, I’m ok. Look I hate to do this, but my team and I just got a case and I don’t know if it will be done by Saturday. Luckily it’s here, well in D.C., but close enough, right?”

“Oh,” she sounded disappointed, “well that’s ok. I mean you can’t just let people die, right? How about this, we’ll play it by ear. What I do for work is really flexible so I can meet you really anytime I want. Within reason though.” She chuckled after that sentence and I liked the sound of it. I honestly didn’t even know what to say. “Spencer? Did I say something wrong?”

“No! I mean no you didn’t. I just haven’t always had people in my life that understood my situation.”

“Oh believe me I get your situation. Don’t be nervous but I really need to tell you something when we do get to meet. It’s nothing bad, but I think it’s important that you know.”

“Ok, yeah no worries right? But I have to get going to solve this and hopefully I can make our time and date.”

“Yeah you go catch a killer, Spencer. Good luck.”

“Thank you. Bye,” and I hung up the phone. I made my way downstairs and before I got off the elevator I took a deep breath and made my face neutral so the team couldn’t read me. 

As I walk out of the elevator I see the team waiting for me. “Petty Boy! What took you so long?”

“Uh, I just had to make a phone call.”

“Really? To whom?” I decided to ignore him and just follow everyone else and get into the SUV.

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Arber was a rising star in the world of professional ice hockey. He had worked tirelessly to reach the top, honing his skills on the rink until he became one of the most sought-after players in the league. Despite his success, there was always something missing from his life – someone to share it with.

His chance came when he was interviewed by me, a television reporter covering the hockey games. Arber was smitten with me right from the start – I could tell.

Due to my knowledge and experience in the sports world, I think I made him feel like he had finally found someone who understood him. We began a flirtatious friendship, and I guess he thought that our connection had potential to turn into something more.

"Hey, good game today!" I greeted him after one particularly successful match.

“Thank you,” he responded, “tiring but none the less exciting, glad you watched..”

Over the next few years, we stayed in touch, always catching up when there was a hockey game to report on.

Eventually my reporting took me out of town, but we’d still talk every now and then.

Arber's feelings for me continued to grow and I took great notice to that, but he sensed that I didn't feel the same way, and that was true. I believed I had met the man I would marry. Despite his disappointment, he tried his best not to let it affect our friendship, which I was truly grateful for.

Soon, I had excitedly revealed to him that I was getting married.

“Arber,” I greeted him with a hug, “I have some exciting news for you!” He smiled and listened while I spoke.

“i’m getting married next year, Matt proposed!” His face dropped almost immediately.

Arber felt a pang of sadness in his heart, realizing that the woman he loved was now officially off the market. I still believe had he confessed his feelings sooner maybe we’d be something.

He attended my wedding, a bittersweet experience for the two of us, and watched as I walked down the aisle with someone else.

Years went by, and Arber continued to dominate on the ice. He dated other women, and I always felt a sense of jealousy, even though I was “Happily” married. Despite my marriage, he continued to hold out hope that maybe one day I would see him in a new light.

Which I already had, I just wish I knew about his feelings sooner.

About a week ago, we ran into each other at an NHL charity event. I am now divorced,the marriage felt too rehearsed and fake. He spent too much time working and focusing on his business that we never saw eachother. I guess I should’ve known what I was getting myself into. Arber could see that I had changed since our last encounter. I was hopeful that maybe we could rekindle our connection and finally start something truly special.

But as we talked, I could sense that the spark between us was no longer there. Arber seemed distant and aloof, and even though we spent the whole evening together, I felt that he was a complete stranger to me. It was as if they had never been friends at all. As the night ended, Arber realized what a fool he had been for holding onto his feelings for so long.

When a woman sat down directly next to him and held his hand, I immediately understood why the scene had been tense. The sight of him with somebody new was unexpected, and I wasn't sure how to react. The new girlfriend seemed friendly enough, but there was a distance and awkwardness that lingered in the air.

“This is Adrianne, my girlfriend." He spoke,

"Hi, it's nice to meet you!" her friendly voice made my eardrums want to bleed.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you, too." Forcing a smile I once didn’t have to do when I was around him.

The greetings were polite enough, but the conversation had nowhere to go. The girl seemed nervous, i’d assume he’d never spoke of me but I knew she knew there was something between us at one point, while I tried my best to be cordial while suppressing an array of mixed emotions.

"So, how did you guys meet?"

"We met through work, actually. We started talking and hit it off pretty quickly."

"Yeah, it was really sweet how we just clicked right away."

There was a strained quality to the conversational thread, and I was finding it difficult to stay engaged. It was hard not to notice the affection the two clearly had for each other, awkwardly acknowledging what could only be an undeniably comprehensive romance.

"Well, it's been good seeing you both, but I should be on my way."

“Sure, it's been great seeing you, too. Take care." A very in-genuine smile resting on Arbers face.

I got up and walked away, feeling a great sense of loss, as if an empty void had opened up within my chest. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't rekindle the flame that had burned so brightly in his heart so many years ago. It was a sad, painful realization that I had no choice but to accept.

We both sort of moved on, Arber focusing all his energy on his sport and new lover, using it as a way to stave off the loneliness he still felt deep down inside even though he had never been lonely. But I knew that I would never forget the man who had captured my heart, even if he no longer loved me back.

(This is my first time writing on tumblr so please criticize everything, I mean it. I want to be better.)

[itisaterriblelove]

TYLER ISABELLA MCCLAIN. She was wearing some jeans that made her ass look perfect and an oversized hoodie that screamed she didn’t really care whether she looked hot or not. This girl was my walking wet dream—From the way she moved, to the sound of her voice, the shape of her body, the taste of her lips. Everything about her was coming up perfect and it was really throwing me off my game. 

Usually at this state in a relationship, I was finding those little imperfections that spoke to me about why being single was better. Which made me seem like a complete asshole, I fucking realize, but the truth was that I had never had a bad break-up in my entire life. So that had to count for something. 

Every single one of my exes was still my friend, at least on some level, and it wasn’t even weird. I sure as shit wasn’t spending my Friday nights with them, but hey, I wouldn’t duck and run if we ran into each other on the street either. 

Still, though, Tyler outclassed my exes by about a thousand miles. There was just something about her that left me a little bit breathless. And, yeah, okay, that worried the shit out of me. But I was trying to take it in stride.

I plopped down into the chair beside her and rested my elbows on the round table in front of us with a sigh. “Please tell me you come bearing Government notes?” I shot a pleading grin at her, then leaned over to drop a quick kiss on her lips. It was stupid—that kiss part—not because it was weird to kiss my girlfriend. But because I’d done it just to send a message, and I knew it.

Tyler had walked in to the tail-end of a dress rehearsal for the band, and there was some niggling cave-man part of me that wanted Dade and the other guys to know that Tyler was my girl. It became stupider once you knew that Dade was still in high-school and definitely not any competition for Tyler’s affection, and worse because everyone already knew we were dating. But I had seen the way that the drummer could sometimes look at her. And, hell, I couldn’t say I blamed him. But still.

I had never been the jealous, territorial type in my entire fucking life. For some reason being with Tyler was starting to bring it out in me.

Or maybe there was some merit to the idea that people got crazier as they aged. Who fucking knew.

“Like I would leave you stranded.” She shot a smile at me that practically made me feel lightheaded. Damn but this girl was beautiful.

Tyler pulled up her messenger bag and flipped it open, searching through for her notes. They were color-coded and easy to follow, which made understanding what the hell was going on a hundred times easier than the textbook.

“You’re my lifesaver! You know that, right?” I almost kissed her again, but I reigned in the urge at the last second. I really did need those damn Government notes. I’d skipped the lecture to make rehearsal, and I already wasn’t doing so hot in that class.

It was the only class that Tyler and I shared, because she was an underclassman and I was an underachiever. It was also how we’d met. I’d sat next to her—for obvious reasons—and she’d taken pity on me once she saw how much I seemed to hate it; after that we became study partners.

Okay, maybe I had ulterior motives from the beginning but she doesn’t have to know that. She really was helping me pass the class. And that was something I definitely needed if my parents were going to continue to float my ass through college and pay my rent for me.

I recognized I was living a spoiled kid’s dream life, and I embraced it for what it was. One day R!OT would have a record deal and I’d be a famous guitarist, living off of a tour bus, and seeing the world. Shit, every asshole who could strum a guitar in the world probably thought the exact same thing. But this band was the real deal and, honestly, it was only a matter of time with us. We all knew that.

A matter of time and my baby brother finishing his business degree so he could properly manage us. Adam was only about a year out from that goal and making it all happen, and then my life could really begin. I was counting down the days on my calendar.

Until then I planned to milk this college thing for all it was worth with my General Education major and my mediocre grades. I was only mildly fucking ashamed of this, and only sometimes. Every other day of the week it was just something that I shrugged at. Garrett and Amy—my parents—had tolerated my rock-star ambitions only so far, and then they’d made me promise to try the college thing before making up my mind. 

I loved them, but they just didn’t fucking understand.

Tyler grinned at me as I flipped through the two pages of her handwritten notes, skimming over her neat handwriting. “Thank you, Ty.” I shook my head at her to emphasize how much I meant it, and she shrugged like it was no big deal. “How was your day?”

She grabbed her coffee and sipped from the cup, hesitating before she answered. Which told me more about her day than anything else. “It was fine.” She tried to smile but it didn’t quite meet her eyes, so I knew something was up.

“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t really one to press a point, especially if someone seemed not to want to talk about something. But I’d had more than enough girlfriends in my lifetime to know that wasn’t always the right move. Most of the girls I’d dated in the past liked to have information pried from them, with a lot of questions and prodding and shit. Tyler wasn’t one of those girls, though. She wasn’t anything like that. So I deliberated for a moment before deciding that I genuinely wanted to know.

If something was bothering her then I wanted to hear about it.

“What does fine mean? Looks like you’ve got something on your mind.”

She smiled again, but this one was better. A lot less forced. “Yeah.” She put her coffee on the table and leaned back in her chair, stretching. “I got partnered with this asshole for a Biology project. So I’m not too thrilled about that.”

I wasn’t a rescuing damsels, macho kind-of guy… So it took me by surprise when my first instinct was to feel a little ruffled on her behalf. But, shit, honestly I’d never heard Tyler complaining about anyone before. She was so easy-going, so completely uncomplicated. Very live and let live. So this was new.

I must have had some kind of expression on my face because she quickly amended. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” And then she shrugged, so I figured she probably didn’t want to delve into details about it.

“That sucks, baby.” I commiserated, because one of my exes—Jamie Lynn—had told me that sometimes a girl just wanted to be heard. Whatever the fuck that meant. “So did you hear any of the set?” I tactfully changed the subject. “How’d we sound?” 

“Yeah, I did,” she grinned, adjusting her messenger bag and dropping it back to the floor at her feet. “You guys sound amazing. I’ll be the first in line to get my CD signed, knocking fangirls out of the way so I can get to Aidan.” She chuckled and I shot her a glare, my mouth dropping open at her teasing.

“Hey, now.” I clutched at my chest in mock-pain. Aidan was the lead guitarist, my roommate Clay was bass, and I filled in the gaps. “That hurts, girl.” 

Tyler chuckled. “I meant Cressida. You know, since she’s got the best hair and all.”

It was a running argument in the band over who had the best hair… One that Tyler damn well knew about. And it was definitely me, by the fucking way. My hair was this awesome sandy blonde storm that curled when it was long and waved when it was short, and was fucking softer than a teddy bear’s. So fuck you. But yeah…

I shook my head at Tyler and blew out a slow breath. “We might have to break up.” 

Cressida’s hair was always dyed a new color every time I looked at her, and it was all right, but it wasn’t as cool as mine. She liked to roll tape on her microphone that matched her hair color, and I thought that was just showing the fuck off. But whatever.

Tyler laughed harder and leaned over to wrap her arms around my neck. She tried to kiss me but I dodged, fighting back a smile, so she just peppered my face instead.

Damn but this girl was cute, and I could not stop noticing it for the fucking life of me.

[sofasoap]

Thank you for tagging me!! part 2!!!! ( i love the little drawings you inserted in between :)

He didn’t waste another second before grabbing a piece. He groaned as he savoured the first bite. “Steamin’ bloody Jesus, it’s pure dead brilliant,” he said with wide eyes.

Reader: how did you fell in love with me? Soap : your brownies. reader: ... OK.....

He’d noticed you early into the school year. You were always listening to the teacher during lessons and only spoke when you were spoken to – not his favourite kind of student to befriend, but he was glad to have assisted you that day. Your grateful smile was all the reward he needed.

seems like you caught his eyes earlier on already? :) the opposite attracts.. sometimes

Soap didn’t think the same at all. While his friends came and go, you were the one who stood the test of time and remained in his life throughout the years. It was hard not to fall for you when you were always there for him every step of the way, watching each other grow up. You were his home away from home. The few times a year he did visit, his attraction towards you grew stronger every time.

i just love love love these type of trope... two ppl slowly comes together, but didn't realise their attraction for each other

Soap was ecstatic when he heard the news, bringing you everywhere he knew in the city, making sure you settled right in.

Dude, you had the opportunity to make more effort and let your feeling known to the reader there...

Soap got right up to the taller man’s face. “Aye, you. Get tae fuck!” He punched him square in the face, and the officer collapsed backwards onto his bonnet with a loud thud.

now that is the true story of how that punching incident went LOL hot headed Soap. tsk tsk tsk... and we all thought he was a smart one too. i still slightly young and hot blooded he didn't think that much when it comes to you.

Trust Soap to make insensitive comments and take jokes too far, and of course, trust him to be the fucking idiot who would be blind to his sins.

And that was how the crack started to form between the two of you. The quieter you were, the more he pestered you, which in turn made you withdraw more.

Johnny Johnny.. you and your big mouth. and its always sad that a long term friendship starts to fail or crack because of that. or maybe sometimes thats when you realise people change after a long time. or maybe its their true colour?

Soap didn’t like it one bit, feeling replaced by these vague men he knew couldn’t compare to him, his jealousy bubbling over.

and that jealousy got the better of you Johnny.

But by God, Soap was a fucking idiot with unchecked anger and a crippling fear of rejection who didn’t know how to articulate his feelings. So of course he started demanding you to tell him who you were meeting and where, for safety purposes he said. You knew he was right though, having heard of the horror stories of dates gone wrong, so you told him if he was in town, or your other friends if he wasn’t.

OH you are idiot Soap. idiot!!! of course Reader is gonna be pissed off at you... you are not her boyfriend ( well seriously even boyfriend or anyone shouldn't be this controlling ) tsk tsk tsk.... i mean its sweet he is looking out for her.. these two idiots in love should really communicate better LOL oh dear.

but in a way its lucky he is sneaking around her back and checking out all the guys she is dating though... brrrr all those freaks!!! you just got a lot of explanations to do later on Johnny :P be prepare to grovel John MacTavish! can't wait for the next chapter :D

Possessive best friend Soap x reader 2

2k words, no Y/N | CW: fluff, violence, swearing

Prequel: how you and Soap met (Part 1) (Part 3)

You and Soap went to the same secondary school. You grew up watching the raucous group of boys at the canteen, the one with the mohawk seemingly the most prominent.

In sixth year, you shared the same class and finally got to know his name – John Mactavish, or Johnny for short. Like the typical teenager, he was boisterous with his pals, often getting chalks chucked at him by annoyed teachers when his pranks interrupted classes.

You, on the other hand, were quiet and studious. For your 16th birthday, in an attempt to make more friends, your mum forced you to bake something to give away to your classmates. You did so begrudgingly with your minimal baking skills, showing up the next day at school with two huge Tupperwares.

“Oi, are those brownies?” a voice called as you were taking your seat. It was Soap, nodding at the Tupperwares on your table.

“Yes,” you confirmed, a bit taken aback he was talking to you.

He hopped off the table he was sitting on and approached you with a grin. “May I please have some?” He couldn’t contain his excitement - he loved brownies.

You chuckled. “Sure. I’m sharing them with everyone actually. It’s my birthday.”

“Oh, is it? Happy birthday to you!” He took the seat in front of you.

“Thanks,” said quietly, cracking open a Tupperware, the delicious smell hitting him right in the face.

He didn’t waste another second before grabbing a piece. He groaned as he savoured the first bite. “Steamin’ bloody Jesus, it’s pure dead brilliant,” he said with wide eyes.

You laughed at his eagerness.

“Can I please have more?” he deadpanned.

You nodded.

“Thank you!” he took another piece. “Oi everyone! It’s my pal’s birthday. Come wish ‘em and get some mad brownies!”

Your gaze locked for a few seconds as your classmates came over with their wishes. He was smiling playfully, the smile you eventually came to realise was almost a permanent embellishment on his face.

He’d noticed you early into the school year. You were always listening to the teacher during lessons and only spoke when you were spoken to – not his favourite kind of student to befriend, but he was glad to have assisted you that day. Your grateful smile was all the reward he needed.

Soap started talking to you after that. Teasingly pestering you about baking more for him, sometimes asking you to join his table during recess. You seemed to flourish that year, finally coming out of your shell, making more friends for yourself.

Joining Special Forces was all Soap could talk about ever since becoming friends with you, including his disappointment at his failed attempts to join by lying about his age. He was finally accepted to SAS when he turned 18 and you couldn’t be prouder of him.

In the sea of recruits, Soap stood out even without his mohawk. He had grown taller and much buffer, was also able to finally grow a stubble the past year. He looked dashingly handsome in his snug uniform. Sending him off was bittersweet, knowing he was stepping off into a completely different world, leaving you behind. When he pulled you into a tight embrace, you whole heartedly wished him the best, accepting it was the end of your friendship.

Soap didn’t think the same at all. While his friends came and go, you were the one who stood the test of time and remained in his life throughout the years. He always found the time to send you letters and silly doodles torn off his journal – you kept them all in a shoebox under your bed. In return, you sent him care packages filled with your baked goods and Irn Bru, his favourite fizzy.

It was hard not to fall for you when you were always there for him every step of the way, watching each other grow up. You were his home away from home. The few times a year he did visit, his attraction towards you grew stronger every time.

After you graduated uni, you thought you were crazy when you moved to where his base was. Sure, it was a bigger city with better opportunities, but there were obviously other cities to move to. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore - you wanted to be closer to him. Soap was ecstatic when he heard the news, bringing you everywhere he knew in the city, making sure you settled right in.

One evening as he took you to one of his favourite pubs, a police officer said something nasty about you as you passed his patrol car. You shrugged it off, but Soap picked up his pace walking you to the pub before excusing himself.

“Oi, you!” he challenged, his deep voice rumbling throughout the street as he stalked towards the officer.

He turned to Soap, eyes widening slightly as he straightened up off the side of his car.

Soap got right up to the taller man’s face. “Aye, you. Get tae fuck!” He punched him square in the face, and the officer collapsed backwards onto his bonnet with a loud thud.

Soap blinked, not expecting him to get knocked out cold like that. Before he slid off to the ground, Soap grabbed him by the collar and chucked him in the backseat of his own vehicle. He almost got disciplinary action for the mindless stunt, but the officer didn’t press charges due to embarrassment. You were none the wiser, thinking he simply went to the loo because he came back just minutes after.

Months went by and despite spending a lot of time together, you started to lose hope of Soap seeing you romantically. If any, you felt a touch of resentment towards how oblivious he was. Inspired by some of your co-workers’ success, you tried online dating instead to hopefully find someone who would return your feelings.

The first time he heard the series of Tinder pings off your phone, his brows furrowed. He looked up from his journal to see you smiling at your phone.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Hmm?” You hummed as your typing continued.

“Who are you talking to?” he pressed on.

You were too distracted to notice the edge in his voice. “Oh, it’s a guy from Tinder,” you answered lightly, still not looking up from the screen.

He scoffed. “Tinder? Since when did you get that desperate?”

Your smiled dropped. The remark hit too close to home. You weren’t desperate; you just felt like a fool, kind of, for waiting around for someone so long. It took you a few seconds to finally look up. He was back on his journal, his face resting on his hand.

Trust Soap to make insensitive comments and take jokes too far, and of course, trust him to be the fucking idiot who would be blind to his sins. You didn’t have the energy to explain yourself to someone who didn’t want to listen, so you let him be. And that was how the crack started to form between the two of you. The quieter you were, the more he pestered you, which in turn made you withdraw more.

Knowing how much fun you were having on these dates, even when none were fruitful, made him feel overwhelmingly insecure. Soap didn’t like it one bit, feeling replaced by these vague men he knew couldn’t compare to him, his jealousy bubbling over. He knew it only took one good date for some guy to take you away from him.

But by God, Soap was a fucking idiot with unchecked anger and a crippling fear of rejection who didn’t know how to articulate his feelings. So of course he started demanding you to tell him who you were meeting and where, for safety purposes he said. You knew he was right though, having heard of the horror stories of dates gone wrong, so you told him if he was in town, or your other friends if he wasn’t.

One day, you started seeing someone one too many times for his insecurities to rise again. He knew he wasn’t supposed to stick his nose up in your business, but it was too easy for him. He just had to take the modest information you gave him to the tech department on base and the poor guy’s life record was at his disposal within a few minutes. It turned out the bloke was a petty scammer who was using a fake name. Soap was absolutely thrilled to bits at the discovery.

In the middle of your next date, Soap waltzed into the pub innocently. “Hey, you. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Oh, hi Johnny.” You eyed him oddly. He knew you’d be there. “Ah, Nathan, this is my friend Johnny.”

He nodded at your date who offered a hand instead. His smile was too smug for Soap’s liking, so he grabbed his hand far firmer than necessary - the near invisible wince satisfied him.

“Nice to meet ya, pal. Please don’t mind me. I’m waiting for a friend.” He plopped down next to you.

“If I’m honest, I’d rather not be interrupted on my date,” he said firmly.

It seemed like Soap got on his nerves with the handshake. Yes, Soap was a fucking menace and he knew it full well.

“Terribly sorry, mate, but he should be here soon.” He turned to you. “Remember Theo, the coppa? He just got a lead on a local scammer.”

You chuckled. “That seems like sensitive information. Don’t think you should be telling me.”

“Yeah, no, but I feel you need to know since the guy’s been going bonkers on Tinder.”

“Sorry mate, would appreciate it if you could just find your own table,” Nathan interjected, the smile gone.

“Assertive lad, I respect that.” He nodded, getting off his seat. “Sorry to bother. Guess I’ll just meet him elsewhere then.” Soap looked at Nathan dead in the eye. “Anyway, the bastard’s called Randy Wilson, so if you ever catch him, run the other way.” He caught the twitch of his right eye.

Soap left out the front door but rounded the place, leaning against the wall opposite the back door. Within 10 minutes, just like he’d predicted, the door swung open.

Soap uncrossed his arms, stomping towards your date with an amused grin. “Oi, Nathan! Any chance you know where I can find Randy fuckin' Wilson? He owes me two dozen broken ribs.”

The asshole couldn’t hide his terror at the sight, smugness long gone.

“Ugh, saw the bloke out the back door,” Soap said moments later to you with a grimace.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” you replied flatly. “A muppet for leaving me to pay for his drinks though.”

Soap paid for the bastard’s part of the tab before walking you home.

“Oh, Johnny? I know you’re not meeting fucking Theo. He lives on the other end of the city.” You gave him the side eye, an amused smile on your lips. “I know you were dead bored and just love to annoy me.”

He looked back with a shit eating grin.

“Can’t be mad at you this time though.” You huffed. “Guess he’s the jealous, alpha male kind of guy after all. He’s hot and he knows it. Probably controlling if we ever get serious. Wouldn’t have known if you didn’t show.” You shrugged. “Oh well, guess I dodged a bullet. But you’re not crashing any of my dates anymore, okay?” You poked the middle of his chest.

Little did you know, Soap started looking into every guy you were seeing – Randy was too much of a close call. Thankfully, he didn’t have to intervene because no one lasted more than two dates, but most importantly no one was dodgy.

Except for one other bastard.

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[quellmythirst]

Call me

Summary: Your bestie thinks you need a stress reliever before you go on the date she's set up for you on Valentines.

Pairing: Reader x Billy Russo

Words: 2k

Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk, masturbating, swearing, 18+ ONLY

AN: Happy Valentines day! This is based on a conversation @thatbritishactor and I had the other day, so this is my valentine for her. I also needed Billy to distract me from all the pouting I've been doing today.

“Hey beautiful,” the man says, picking up after just one ring. You were uncertain about calling this hotline, though you could tell just by his voice this man was dreamy. Your friend suggested that it would be a good idea to let off some steam, knowing how repressed you had been for almost the whole of the last year. She was certain you’d jump the first guy who even looked at you. You loved that bitch.

She had organised a date for you for Valentines and thought this would be the perfect thing to chill you the fuck out. So, like a good friend you listened to her and now the night before your date. Here you were calling up a sex line, like a perv. The man, Jigsaw he’d called himself, emailed you a questionnaire when your friend spoke to him about an appointment. You'd filled out the form on your lunch break and you were ready to finally relieve some tension. Maybe, if it wasn't to weird.

“Hi, so how does this work?” you ask, adjusting yourself on your bed and putting your ear pods in.

“Well I'm going to talk to you and you're going to cum,” he states in a matter of fact tone.

“Ok?” You say, laughing in your head, not really believing this guy's audacity. It was hard enough for a man to get you to cum when he was in the room with you, let alone just talking to you.

“Or if you prefer we can just talk?” he must’ve heard your hesitation. You hear your besties voice in your ear, egging you on. It was just a call, what’s the worst that could happen? You hang up? You don’t even know him, there is no way he’s going to be offended. You decide to take the chance, even if it is weird.

“No. No it's- I've never done anything like this before. I'm just a bit nervous,” you admit, feeling your body flush and you’re grateful that he can’t see you.

“Don't be nervous, Beautiful. I promise to take good care of you,” his voice turning sultry and smooth like honey.

“So, like, what do I do?” you ask, not wanting to kill the mood. More curious about your role in all of this? Do you just listen or?

“Let's start simple, what are you wearing?” his voice lowers an octave. You begin to imagine him, sitting at his desk, twirling the cord of a phone that's hasn't been used since 1999.

“My silk pajamas, just a little jumpsuit really,” you tug on the hem a bit, admiring the little bit of lace on the bottom of the shorts.

“How does it feel against your skin?”

“Soft,” you sigh, running your fingers over the material.

“Close your eyes and take one of those pretty hands of yours and rub the silk into your skin,” he directs you, “feel your way down your body. Imagine it's me savoring and worshiping your softness,” he groans, quietly like he didn’t want you to hear, “I want to touch every part of your deliciousness,”

“But I? Does this even work? How do you know if I'm even doing any of this?” you question, your brain zigging instead of zagging and throwing your for a loop. You so desperately needed to get swept up in this, but the question was nagging at the back of your brain and you knew you needed to ask before it became your sole focus.

“I trust you, you want to be a good girl for me don't you?”

“Ye-yes?” you say, squeezing your eyes shut, you imagine a tall man, the man from the pictures your friend had shown you of your date. You try to feel hands the size of your head running up and down your torso, your legs, gently caressing your arms.

“Then keep going. Feel free to ask as many questions as you like,”

“It’s so soft, it feels so nice,” your breath hitches as your fingers ghost from thigh to thigh.

“Don't touch that pussy,” he says in a more firm tone, “we’ll get there,”

“Slide your straps down your arms, slowly remove your pajamas. I want you bare. Crime to hide a body like that,” you find yourself arching into his words, shivers tingling down your back as the air-conditioning assaults your bare skin.

“I- ah, I did it,” you say, your voice a bit more relaxed than it had been in weeks, though you still felt kind of nervous.

“Good girl, keep your eyes closed. I need to feel you. I want you to touch yourself, just lightly like a feather on your clit. Start rubbing tiny circles around it.” he instructs you, you hear something on the end of the line, but with your pleasure slowly building, you decide to ignore it.

By accident you let a noise slip, a petulant irritated noise as you begin to squirm alone on your bed. He wouldn't know, how would he know if you went faster? If you just slipped your finger in?

“Don't,” he commands, seeming to read your mind, “this is just the warm up.” Letting out a defeated sigh you continue your tortuous strokes. “Fuck, I bet you’re so wet. Tell me you are, dip a finger into your pussy and tell me,” his voice seems deeper, quicker and more breathy for some reason.

“Yes, fuck,” you say feeling yourself dripping onto the bed, “I’m so fuckin’ wet,”

“Good girl, now put that finger in your mouth and rub faster for me,” his deep voice and the moans he's trying to contain echoing quietly through your phone. " tell me how you taste,"

"Salty, kinda hmm-" you tried to think of the word, but couldn't find it anywhere.

“Fuck," he let a moan slip, "Grab your tit, pinch those perky nipples and imagine me biting, sucking and lavishing them while my finger slips inside you,” you hear kind of a weird noise again, but focus in harder on the grip you have on your breast, your fingers rolling your nipple, your other hand rubbing on your pussy while your fingers slip in and out of you. Biting down on your lip, you try to keep in just how good he was making you feel.

“You going to make noise for me?” He asks, “I want to hear your pretty sounds,” You had been trying to keep them in, embarrassed that this guy was getting you so worked up over the phone.

“Please, I love to hear the noises,” his voice sounded rushed and rough. You couldn’t keep it in any longer letting out a loud moan that had been stuck in your throat, “there it is,” you could hear his moans on the other side matching yours, but with your orgasm quickly approaching you could hardly give a shit.

“Slide another finger in, Beautiful,”

“Ahhhh, Jesus,”

“No quite, Fuck I bet you're so tight,” you feel your pussy pulse, knowing were getting closer.

“Fuck, I'm close,” you pant not wanting to disappoint him.

“Hold it in baby, we're gonna cum together,” his breathing picks up and you realize he's been jerking off to the sound of you. He's enjoying this almost as much as you are and for some reason that makes you feel more confident. Like he was thinking about you, in the same way you were picturing him above you, his hard cock sliding in and out of you. His breath on your cheek as he rammed into you.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” you moan, “I'm dripping onto the sheets,”

“I want to fuck you so bad,” You hear him growl, “be a good girl and wrap your pretty hand around your throat for me,”

“Yes,” you moan, placing your hand on your neck, your fingers digging in at the sides.

“Such a good girl, feel my big dick fuck into you,”

“I can't hold it,” you wine, your back arching off the bed.

“Just a bit longer I'm close too,” he pants, “tell me how it feels,”

“Fucking amazing,” you cry, pressing your ass into the bed in an attempt to reach your g-spot.

“I wish I could fuck you, bet you're so tight and warm,” he whispers, “I want to be buried deep inside and feel all of you at once.”

His words sent shivers all over and you knew you couldn't hold back much longer the tingles of your pleasure rocking through your body. " Want to fill you full of my cum," he growls as your moans and plea’s to cum leave your lips, your eyes squeezing shut to try and keep it in.

“Cum, cum for me,” he says his voice cracks, shaking and deep “fuck cum, Beautiful,”

Your world turned white, your body shaking like an earthquake, your back arching off the bed, your whole body felt like it was on fire as your orgasm ripped through you. You could barely hear his words when you started to come down, your ears ringing and your head full of nothing.

“Hmmm?”

“How you feelin?” He asks again, his voice still breathy and lustful.

“Fucking perfect,” you sigh, rolling onto your side and snuggling into your pillow “exhausted,”

“Did you want to make another appointment?”

“Yes, please,” you say, your eyes growing heavier by the second.

“Wonderful, same time next week work for you, Beautiful?”

“A huh,” you mumble, imagining it is his chest you're snuggling into.

“Talk to you then. Sweet dreams,” the call ends and you know that thanks to him your dreams will be sweet, at least for tonight.

Xx

You weren't exactly psyched for this date your friend had planned for you. But you knew how sad it was that for all intents and purposes the man you now had a crush on lived in your phone. You didn't want to be the sad girl spending Valentines with the voice in her ears, so you got up and dressed in your nicest dress and headed to the restaurant. It was a nice place downtown and you were grateful to her for even managing to find you a date this close to the lovey holiday.

The place was buzzing, couples everywhere enjoying a meal at this fancy place you had always wanted to try. You don't see him, only going by a picture your friend had shown you of him. He looked tall in the picture, beautiful dark eyes and hair and a smile that looked like mischief, clad in army fatigues. Taking a seat at the bar you opted to wait for him. Hoping that he was charming and handsome enough to distract you from the day dream you were having all day, about a man whose real name you didn’t even know. Hollering down the bartender you order yourself a whiskey sour and prepare yourself for disappointment.

“Hey,” you hear from behind you and you jump a bit in your seat. “Sorry, didn't mean to startle ya, are you Y/N?” he asks you and you recognise him from the pictures. He's got a bit more scruff on his face and he looks a bit older, but it’s definitely him.

“Yeah, you must be Billy,” you smile and something about him seems familiar. But you can't quite put your finger on it.

“Want to go grab a table and some dinner?” He extends his hand to you, helping you down from the stool. His hand almost engulfs yours with how big it is, the other landing on the small of your back, leading you forward.

“That looks nice,” you say, peering at the waiter holding a plate of pumpkin pasta.

“This is us,” Billy says and you can't believe your luck that you managed to get a blind date with this guy. What could she have been thinking? How were you anywhere near this guys league? Pulling out your chair, he takes the seat opposite you, and you contemplate where you could know him from. Maybe it’s just the picture, you had been looking at it a lot.

“So Beautiful, what do you do for work?” He asks, and your brain does a backflip. He can't. He isn't. No. No way.

As if seeing your mind finally click together he smirks at you over his glass, winking at you. “Are you?” You ask, knowing that if he was he'd know the answer to the unspoken question. He leaned forward holding your face with his thumb and forefinger before whispering in your ear.

“I can't wait to fuck you for real, Beautiful”

Part 2 Optional

[bubbleteaimagines]

He cheats and gets someone else pregnant

Haikyuu Boys Drabbles

The one where you finally realize your worth and don’t forgive a cheater

SUNA RINTARO

It was inevitable, he supposed. You weren’t a dumb person- you’d figure it out soon enough. You’d pick up on the signs- notice how much he’s been going out lately and staring at his phone. Laughing at things you hadn’t sent him, becoming distant, slowly but surely.

Suna knew you’d find out.

He just wasn’t expecting it to be soon.

He had come home one evening and took a shower like normal. While he washed up, he made the terrible mistake of leaving his phone in the kitchen, thinking that there was no way she’d text him. Their relationship was dwindling, after all. Suna was beginning to let the guilt get to him.

After 3 long months, he finally realized what he had wanted. He wanted you, forever and always. He wanted to marry you and spend the rest of his days traveling and experiencing new things with you.

Unfortunately though, he figured it out too late. A boys mistake, thinking that the grass was greener on the other side. And he’d soon pay the price for that wishful thinking.

While you were cooking dinner, you couldn’t help but notice how often his phone was going off. It kept dinging every few seconds, quickly causing you to become irritated.

Suna’s phone never went off that much, and so you thought surely it must be the boys. They probably added him into a group chat, you figured.

Oh how wrong you were.

The minute you walked over to the device and picked it up, you could truly feel your heart break. Searing pain burst through you like a rocket, a gasp leaving your lips as you scrolled through the messages.

8:53 PM

Unknown: Suna? Do you think we could talk?

Unknown: I know you said that you were going back to Y/N, but I...I’m pregnant. And it’s yours

Undeniably, you were shocked and confused. Pregnant? Who was this that was texting his phone? And why the hell did she think she was pregnant by your boyfriend?

A sickening feeling began to bubble in your stomach. Putting the phone down, you clenched your fists and took deep breaths.

In and out, Y/N. In and out.

Surely there was an explanation for this, right? You’d ask Suna as soon as he got done showering, and he’d laugh and tell you how this was all a misunderstanding. Some prank by Atsumu, wanting to get him back in his own cruel way.

But...

One look at his face, though, and you knew everything.

“Tell me you didn’t,” Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at Suna, his eyes widened as he looked at the phone in your trembling hands. Once again, it pinged, but you didn’t even have the energy to look. The only thing you were focused on was your heavy breathing, and the fact that you were becoming light-headed as Suna stepped forward.

“Y/N, baby, I can explain.”

As soon as those words left this lips, your entire world shattered. Letting out a sob, you dropped the phone and used your hands to cover your mouth in horror.

“So you did.”

Suna became panicked as soon as you started crying, holding onto the kitchen table to keep yourself from falling over. The pain that you felt was indescribable, not to mention the absolute betrayal. You had given everything up for Suna- and he repayed you like this?

“Y/N/N, please,” Suna was begging as he moved closer, trying to embrace your crying figure in his arms but you pushed him away, sudden anger taking over you.

“Don’t touch me!” Suna flinched as your damn near threw him off, backing up so far from him. The look in your eyes nearly killed him as you made eye contract, “I don’t want your filthy hands on me now that I know where they’ve been!”

“Y/N...-”

“Shut the fuck up Suna!”

You could no longer control yourself as rage began taking over your body, slowly but surely replacing the tears. The more you processed it - the more you looked at that bastards face and realized that he had went and knocked someone up while you were at home, cooking his dinner - the more infuriated you became.

“I cannot fucking believe you. Like are you serious right now?! I spend all day, all fucking day waiting for you Suna. I cook your food, I run you baths, I do everything I can to make your life less stressful and then you go and do this shit?”

“Baby just listen me, it’s not like that, okay?Whatever you saw- it’s in the past! Me and her- it meant nothing. I realize that now. It’s me and you baby- just us. That’s all I want,” Suna felt tears trailing down his cheeks as he desperately pleaded his case. Desperately grabbing at you, trying to hold you as if that would make everything okay. As if a simple “I’m sorry,” could fix what he broke.

Instead, you found yourself laughing bitterly and fought the urge to smack him in the face. No, you decided you’d have more dignity than that. You’d pack your stuff, peacefully, and leave this asshole here to rot.

“Whatever.”

That was quickly decided in your mind and within seconds, you were shaking your head, scoffing as you pushed passed him and practically ran to your shared bedroom.

“Wait-! Y/N, what are you doing? No, no, no, no!” Suna panicked even more when he followed you and saw that you were hurriedly packing your stuff in a suitcase. It was messy, and you barely had half of your shit but you decided that it’d do. At least until right now. At least until...well, you didn’t really know anymore.

You and Suna, you guys were supposed to be each other’s forever. You were supposed to be endgame, but as it turned out, Suna ruined that before you could even get a ring.

You scoffed again at the prospect of ever marrying him. Now, you began to think about why you even wanted him in the first place. How did you not notice the signs? The lack of effort for weeks until Suna suddenly warmed up again and began treating you like you were his world.

How did you not catch on? How did it completely slip your mind that you were dating a cheater, until the facts suddenly smacked you right in the face?

“What does it look like I’m doing, Rintaro,” You rolled your eyes, zipping the suitcase and then booking it to the bathroom. You quickly grabbed your body wash, all your hair products and then your toothbrush. You lazily threw them in a another bag and then stood up, glaring at Suna who tried to block you from exiting the door.

“Move,” You stared him down, venom lacing your words. “I don’t fucking have time for this.”

“Baby, please,” You flinched as he reached out to touch you, to stroke your cheek with the same hands that had touched her. They were slightly wet, presumably from wiping his tears away, but all you could think about was that you weren’t the only one he had been coming home to. You weren’t the only one he had been fucking and touching.

The thought made you absolutely sick. You were sure that if you didn’t get out now, then you’d puke all over your- his expensive furniture.

“You have to listen to me,” Suna silently cried, his body shaking as he stood there, begging for the one person he needed in his life to stay. “I told you- she means nothing. I don’t want anything to do with her, I only want you, Y/N.”

“And the baby?” Dammit. You couldn’t help yourself. Once again, your anger began to fade as tears gathered in your eyes.

Suna had a child. He had a fucking child with some stranger he’d known less than six months. She was carrying his blood, something that was supposed to be your moment. You were supposed to give him his first child. You were supposed to be the one he shared that part of life with, not her.

“I- what?”

From the looks of it, you’d almost think that Suna didn’t know. His eyes were wide, his whole body stopping as he stared at you incredulously.

And then it hit you.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t even know that she was carrying his baby. He was completely clueless. Both of you were blindsided.

At this, you couldn’t help it. You did laugh, a bitter sound that sounded almost like you were mocking him.

“Wow Rintaro. How fucking stupid could you get?��� You let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head as a tear ran down your face. “If you’re gonna cheat and fuck someone else, then at least be smart enough to wear a condom.”

“But I...that’s impossible,” Suna whispered, mostly to himself. “I don’t...I mean she can’t possibly...how did you...?”

“She was blowing up your phone while you were in the shower. How did you think I found out?” You gave him a fake smile. “For someone that doesn’t like putting in a lot of effort, you sure did put a lot into making sure you fucked this relationship up. And then your own life too.”

You hated to say it, but you silently enjoyed the way Suna was going to suffer. At the very least, it was absolutely what he deserved for cheating in the first place. Now, his life was probably going to be ruined. His career, his dreams, everything he had planned...

It was gonna go down the drain.

And you for one were grateful he wasn’t dragging you down with him.

“I...” Suna was at an absolute loss for his words. His whole body slumped, seemingly going numb as he just stayed in the doorway, looking shocked. It gave you the perfect opportunity to push past him, a small smirk on your face despite the searing pain in your heart.

You knew it was serious when he didn’t even try to stop you when you opened the front door.

“I left your phone on kitchen floor. Maybe you should call her. I’m sure you’d like to know more, seeing as it is yours. For your sake, I hope it’s a bouncing baby boy. That’s what you always wanted, right?”

You spoke one last time, making sure to rub salt in the wound before taking a final glance at the man you loved.

He looked broken, a sheer sobbing mess as he still stood in your bedroom door. A part of you couldn’t help but feel bad. You couldn’t help but want to go over and embrace him, dropping everything and tell him that things were gonna work out.

That was the part of you that still loved him.

But the other part...

The other part of you told you that it’s what he deserved. He cheated, and now he has to live with the consequences. Loosing you, and becoming a father at the age of 20.

That was the part of you that gave you the extra push. That was the part of you that gave you the strength to close the door, forever walking away from the man that broke you and the empty house that held all of your dead dreams.

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BOKUTO KOUTARO

You didn’t believe it. Or more like, you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t wanna shatter your fantasy world, one that you had been living in for four years.

You didn’t want it to break, because if it did...

You didn’t know what you were going to do.

For the last four years Bokuto had been your world. Your absolute rock, your sunshine on a cloudy day. He made you laugh, he made you feel welcome and special like nobody else had before.

Surely...your Bokuto wasn’t capable of this. Surely didn’t...he couldn’t have...

You didn’t even wanna think about it. Bile rose up in your throat every time you thought about it...his lips on hers. Caressing her and holding her the way he was supposed to only hold you.

You didn’t wanna think about it, but yet-

You had no choice as you stared at the pregnant woman before you.

“I’m sorry,” She had tears in her eyes as she sat on your couch, sobbing while simultaneously holding her belly. While holding his baby.

She had come to you only a few hours before, taking you by complete surprise. Never in your life did you ever think you’d come face to face with your boyfriend’s baby momma.

But that’s exactly what had happened.

Apparently, she and Bokuto had both had a one stand a few months ago. It was when he had traveled to Tokyo for a game and you stayed behind because you had school.

It was the one weekend you weren’t there to support him. One weekend...and you had lost him forever.

“It’s not...it’s not your fault,” You told her somewhat awkwardly, although you didn’t really mean it. She had slept with your boyfriend, after all. And now she was pregnant, claiming the baby was 100% his.

That wasn’t even the worst part though.

The worst part was that you couldn’t even be mad at her, because she didn’t know. It was a one night thing. She had told you Bokuto had left in tears the next morning, rambling on about how she meant nothing and that he had you to come home to.

She claimed that he regretted it the minute he realized what happened. Crying out about how he was going to propose and then rushing out without so much as a goodbye.

Oh how stupid he was to name drop you.

You almost wished he hadn’t, because that was how she had found you. After finding out that she was pregnant, she tried to reach out to Bokuto only to realize that he was telling the truth. He’d been with you for four years.

But did that really even mean anything anymore?

“It’s just- I just-” The girl shook her head. “I just want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. If I had known...if I had any other choice...”

“Actually, I’m sort of glad you reached out to me. Thank you for that. That was good on your part, seeing as I doubt he would have told me,” You smiled numbly, not capable of feeling anything at the moment.

It was like...your entire body was on shut down mode. It had become numb, desperately trying to block out the pain you were sure that was coming. And you, for one, were absolutely grateful. You didn’t wanna think... you didn’t even wanna fathom how broken you were gonna be.

So you didn’t. Instead you kept your thoughts quiet and relished in the numbness.

“You know...” You laughed bitterly, sadly shaking your head as you sighed, “Bokuto’s always wanted a kid. He kept begging me a few weeks ago to have one, but I said no. We’re both so young, you know? We had our whole lives together.”

You hadn’t meant to make her cry even more, but that’s exactly what your words did. They cut a knife through this random girl’s heart, causing her pain that she had stolen that from you. Bokuto, he had taken that from you as well.

“I’m sorry,” Once again, she apologized, but you weren’t much focused on that. Instead, your attention snapped towards the front door as you heard keys jingling outside. With a sharp push, your stomach dropped.

Bokuto was home.

“Hey hey hey! Babe whose car is that-”

Bokuto’s smile suddenly dropped as he walked into the scene, your dull eyes and the girl’s tearful ones ones trained on him. Immediately, his whole demeanor began to crumble down and he nervously looked between the two of you, his shoulders dropping.

“...outside. What’s this?”

“Bokuto, I believe you know her,” You were eerily calm as you pointed towards her, showing no emotion as Bokuto’s eyes flickered to her stomach. “This is Kayla. From Tokyo, right? I think you guys have much to discuss.”

Bokuto was at a loss for words as you rose from the couch, gesturing for him to take your seat. But instead of listening, he decided to make things difficult and run after you like a lost puppy as you made your way to the bedroom.

“Babe, babe wait! Y/N, please baby I can explain. I can explain, I can explain, I swear! Just let me, just please let me-”

“Bokuto,” You stopped him, holding up your hand and shaking your head. “I’m not in the mood, really. Just go talk with her alright? She came all this way to find me, so it’s rude not to.”

“But baby-”

“Go,” You suddenly became firm, gritting your teeth as you stared him. For a second, you took a small pause, and then Bokuto heard the words he never wished to hear his in life. “And don’t you ever call me that ever again, Koutaro.”

“K-Koutaro...?” Bokuto stuttered slightly, reeling back at the use of his first name. “But baby...y-you never call me that. Ever.”

“Oh yeah?” You couldn’t help but laugh on how clueless he was. I mean honestly, you never thought that Bokuto was stupid but now...“Well what the hell else am I supposed to call you? Read the fucking room Bokuto. Your pregnant fucking mistress is sitting on my couch, crying her eyes out and you’re worried about me calling you by your first fucking name? Get a god damn grip.”

For the first time that day, emotion began peaking out from your eyes. Pure anger bubbled up inside of your body, finally manifesting after holding it in for so long.

It felt good, in your opinion, to finally feel something. A delayed reaction, sure, but late was better than never.

“B-But-”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes at his trembling form. “I don’t wanna hear anything else from you. So go talk to her. Figure your shit out while I pack mine.”

“No!” Panic was evident in his voice as he suddenly grabbed your arms, preventing you from entering your bedroom. Shocked, you siteuggled in his embrace but Bokuto was extremely strong.

“What the hell? Let me go!”

“Y-Y/N! Baby y-you can’t leave me! You can’t! What about our plans? What about forever and always, you and me?”

“Did you think about that before you got drunk and fucked her?” You snapped harshly, causing him to whimper. “Exactly. So don’t come pulling that bullshit out on me, Bokuto. You’re the one that ruined that.”

“But-” At this point, he was searching for something, anything to make you stay as you shoved him off and then stormed in your shared room. “But baby I- we had this whole plan...I was gonna propose! Please, I...I even got the ring! Here I’ll prove it to you!”

While you were busy running around the room throwing all your stuff together, Bokuto suddenly dashed to the kitchen and retrieved a box he had been storing for a special occasion. He completely ignored the girl that was sitting on his couch, not even sparing her a second glance as he rushed back to you and dropped to his knees.

“See?” He hurriedly opened the box and desperately grabbed your hand, slipping the shiny diamond on before you could even protest. “I had it made for you, Y/N! Pure diamond, princess cut. It’s even engraved with your name baby! Please...”

You had to admit, you wanted to break down as Bokuto began to cry, looking awfully small as he kneeled by your feet. To make matters worse, he kept kissing your hand and mumbling tearful apologizes that yanked at your heartstrings.

By now, your initial exterior had began to crumble. Pain began to surround your heart, squeezing it so bad it almost felt like you were burning. A swell of tears gathered in your eyes, and you almost, almost gave in.

You almost sank to your knees and cried with him, almost pulled him into your arms because you didn’t wanna let go. You loved Bokuto, you truly did, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

He was a good man, that probably made an honest mistake. He was everything you had ever wanted. And you were so tempted...so tempted to give in. Until you realized that you deserved better.

“I’m sorry,” Sniffling slightly, you yanked your hand out of his grasp and shook your head. “But I need to go. I can’t stay here anymore Bokuto...you ruined this. You ruined us, and now you have a woman in there carrying your child. You have the family you’ve always wanted. Don’t ruin that too.”

Hastily, you leaned down to press a bitter kiss on his forehead and then stood back up. Bokuto sobbed as he watched your figure retreat, standing high despite the heartbreak.

It was then that he realized that even though you were letting him go, you’d be just fine. You’d pull yourself together eventually, you were strong like that. You didn’t need him, but god, what about him?

He wasn’t sure if he could survive without you. He could barely even breathe and you hadn’t even walked out yet.

Was this what it was going to feel like from now on? Empty, hollow...meaningless?

“Please.”

One last time, he cried out of you. He begged you to stay.

But you knew you deserved better than that.

“I’m sorry.”

And with that, you left him behind. Forever.

[mcu-fan-fics-blog]

Remember a Time iv

Mini Series:  (Pt.1), (P.t 2), (P.t 3), (P.t 5)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

(High School Au)

Word count: 2400 

A/N: This story literally keeps me up at night it’s so fun writing this one. Anyways into all the high school angst, I had some time to come up with the plot of this chapter, and Id I do say so myself I think its pretty darn good. I hope you guys like it. P.s Trust the process ;) (Week 1/5)

It didn’t take long for news to spread. People found out who Natasha was and how you knew her thanks to Tony not being able to keep his mouth shut. But that wasn’t even the news that you were worried about. What had truly startled you was news regarding Wanda, or more so who she was now dating. Your thoughts were interrupted with Pietro walking in and rather tactlessly setting his hand on the table in front of you. “Alright, you better tell me what’s going on between you and Wanda.” He huffs out annoyed. “Well hi Pietro how are you? Good morning to you too, no no really it’s no bother sit please it would be my pleasure.” You say sarcastically with a patronizing smile on your face. He sighs rolling his eyes. “You know I don’t even want to know, can you just apologize so that we can all go back to enjoying our senior year!?” He exclaimed. It wasn’t till that very moment that you realized how truly pissed you were. 

You’d done nothing wrong, except perhaps falling for the girl. She on the other hand could not say that, she’d wronged you not the other way around. The cherry on top, was that she decided to date the one guy that it would actually hurt to see her with. The one person that you actually  harbored ill will towards. After that fatal day in Kindergarten the relationship with Vision hadn’t blossomed. To this day it’s what you’re both known for the rivalry, that everyone thought was friendly even though you both very much knew that It never was. Not that either of you would ever admit it. Both of you could barely stand to be in the same room as the other and that said a lot. And now, she your ‘best friend’ Wanda was dating him. It was your turn to slam your hand down. “I did nothing wrong…” You spoke through gritted teeth. You stood gathering your stuff from the table not sparing him another glance. “And, tell her to stay the-fuck away from me.” You said rather loudly as you were leaving the library. 

What you wished you noticed was that half the senior class was present in the room. Later on you also wished you noticed how much this situation disgustingly mirrors every single coming of age teen movie. It wasn't till you sat down with Nat and watched an oddly accurate play by play of what was currently going on. Wanda on the other hand could not stop thinking about you, it was crazy how much time she spent thinking of you. She started wondering when you'd consumed her thoughts, all her current free time was giving her time to think. She'd been short with Pietro after he told her about Natasha more so who she was to you. Suddenly, a fear settled on her shoulders, now the name resonated within her, it was ‘her’ your one. She remembered when you came out to her. How you’d explained that you liked girls, how you felt differently with Natasha, how friendship came so easily, how if she weren’t gone you’d still be enthralled by her. How you’d be head over heels for her. Now the idea of that being true scared her, she didn’t know why, but it did. 

She’d gone out with Vision and unfortunately it was a small world and everybody seemed to be at the pizza place where Vision had suggested they meet. He was nice, and somehow also managed to make her laugh and forget about what was currently going on. He was nice and smart and goofy, well that last one was attributed to how oblivious he could be. It was cute, and she had a nice time so she decided to say yes, to another outing the next weekend. It was finally the next week and she hadn’t stopped texting you, or calling, she even resorted to sending mail to your island on animal crossing. At this point she was really depending on your addiction to the game. It was Monday and she was in the library checking out her weekly books. She sighed immediately when she heard her brother walk in. It was only when she saw him approach you that she questioned whether or not to go save you. Only when she noticed that the conversation was heated did she decide not to add wood to the fire and keep her distance. She was confused as to why you were so angry at what Pietro told you. 

Then she saw you clench your jaw and slam your hands on the table. All she and everybody else in the library managed to hear was. “And, tell her to stay the-fuck away from me!” Her heart sank at your words, more so the way you said it. She'd never seen that side of you well she has but it was never directed at her. 

When you walked out of the library Natasha was already there waiting for you. "So are we finally going to talk about it?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. You sighed knowing you weren't going to escape this anymore. You'd been skillfully evading her questioning, which only really resulted in you hanging out more and more with Yelena. "Why do we need to dredge up the past? There's no need. I'm okay and over it already." She huffs out annoyed. She calls your bluff easily and just walks away without saying a word. She didn't even take three steps before you were already calling after her. She couldn't hide the small smile on her face as she turned around. Her smile was contagious and it made you crack a smile too.  

"I forget you know me… too well." You sighed "Nice try. Spill now!" You laughed, raising your hands in defense. “Well I know we haven’t really caught up, but I’m sure you realized that… I swing both ways.” You say trying to not be weird about it. “No, no Y/n I haven’t, what does swing both ways mean?” She asks coyly. It’s only after she starts laughing that you realize she was messing with you. “Asshole.” You murmur. “Yup, now keep going.” You proceed to tell her about the incident, of course leaving out a key detail. She only follows up with “Well that's shitty.” You nod realizing that you’d made it all the way back to her car. She opens the passenger door for you and you step in thanking her without a second thought. It’s only when she sits and buckles up that she turns to you, a serious look on her face. “Why does it bother you so much?” She asks. Quickly she elaborates. “You don’t seem like the type to get hung up on what people think of you.” 

She was way too perceptive. You didn’t answer, she seemed like she had more to say. “Don’t get me wrong it is a shitty thing to say to your friend, but still you don’t seem like the type to give a fuck about things like that.” You sigh, muttering “I know.” It was true you’ve never given a second thought as to how people saw you. She smiles at your admission proving her right once again. “Okay then, So why her?” She asks digging in deeper, rubbing your head you mumble a small ‘I don't know’ She tries again, so you give her the same answer again. You don’t really know how it escalated, or how you ended up yelling your secret at her face. Her face just made you want to cry. She was hurt. You yelled at her and she was hurt. “I’m so sorry Natasha I shouldn’t have yelled that at you.” She shakes her head finally unclenching her jaw and fists. “I shouldn’t have insisted, you didn’t want to tell me and I pushed.” She seemed to regret even asking you to explain in the first place. You try to rebut, but she stops you. “I would be mad too If the person I loved… Did that.” 

The rest of the drive home was silent, only this time the silence was suffocating you. It was making you feel awkward like you had somehow betrayed her. “Thank you for driving me, I’ll be over in a couple of hours to bug you and Yelena, well I guess mostly Yelena.” You corrected making her laugh. You took the moment to admire her and you smiled, taking the time to apologize. “I’m very sorry for blowing up on you, I will never do it again. I don’t want to make you feel like that again.” You promised. This time when she smiled you didn’t miss the light blush on her cheeks. “I’ll see you later.” You say giving her hand a soft squeeze. You’d never told Natasha about how you felt for her. She’d always call you on your birthday, she’d go out of her way to stay awake and call you when you got up in the morning. It was those times that you realized how she made you feel. How after many months of not talking you could fall back easily into conversation. 

The time passed by quickly, and before you knew it you were knocking on Natasha's front door. “Why are you here again? Don’t you like your home?” Yelena asks, annoyed. “No, I like your house better now let me in!” You say as you push past her. “Home sweet home.” You say as you take off your shoes and sprawl on the couch after saying hi to Melina. It didn’t take long for Nat to come down. She smiled and sat on the carpet in front of you. You three actually had a very nice night watching movies and laughing at your antics. Your week didn’t get much better after that moment, all you could really focus on was Wanda, walking down the halls with Vision next to her. Her laughter and his hand holding hers, both of their cheeks flushed. So it’s to say that you had a rough week. Most everybody around you noticed. Natasha and Yelena being the ones to live it first hand. As Natasha was getting ready to go to bed she heard soft knocks on her door. “Come in.” She says as she brushes her hair. “Natasha, I am worried.” She states. 

Nat nods for her sister to continue. “Y/n is not acting like herself. As annoying as she is, this new y/n is not it.” She states. “And you’re telling me this because…” She ushers her sister to continue. “So you can do something about it.” She states confidently. “There's not much I can do about that, she’s sad. For good reason too.” She finishes off. Yelena grumbles back. “And you? Why are you ‘sad’? You've been walking around like a kicked puppy since the movie day.” Natasha shakes her head. “That’s not true.” She says looking away from her sister. “Whatever, I’m over it. Do something about Y/n. I physically can’t take her sulking anymore.” With that being said Yelena had left her room leaving Natasha to her thoughts. The next day like usual you knocked on her door, you made no jokes, didn’t even call shotgun, nothing. Nat noticed Yelena's look on you, you hadn’t bothered to comment on how she looked that day. All you said was a pleasantry good morning to the sisters. You heard Yelena sigh a small ‘I’m not doing this’ followed up by her clearing her throat calling both of your attentions. “I’m riding my bike to school today.” She announced without waiting for a response. 

For the first time this week she saw a small smile on your face. Making your way to the dining room you seemed antsy. “Alright, what's got you all smiling?” You turned to her like it was obvious. “It rained last night…” She laughed and nodded. “I’m driving today!” You exclaimed. She thought back to what Yelena had said. This would surely make you happy if only for a moment. “Alright you go get her a change of clothes.” You order. “I’ll wait for you in the car.” you said. When Nat walked out she almost stopped dead in her tracks, you were gorgeous, the shades and your loose hair, did her in. You caught her staring, it took you honking at her to get her to move again. “Hurry up, now we have to catch up with her!” You yelled. She all but ran to get into the car. It didn’t take long to find Yelena. You waited trailing slowly behind her until she reached a big enough puddle. You pressed on the gas and laughed as you watched Yelena's form be consumed by the spray of water you produced. 

You slowed and eventually returned to where Yelena was. “Man, some bad luck back there huh? Bet you wished you rode with us now.” You said teasingly You laughed in her face and threw the bag of clothes Nat had packed at her. “You told me to fix it.” Nat said cryptically. “I’d say it’s fixed. Have fun getting to school loser.” The smile on your face remained as you drove to school laughing at the comments Natasha was making. It was the lightest you'd both felt all week. She couldn’t stop looking at you, so she saw the exact moment that the smile fell from your face. You got quiet and so did she. She looked at what you were looking at, and her heart ached for you. It was Vision and Wanda in what she had assumed was your spot kissing. She didn’t want to push again so she didn’t mention it. Instead she said. “Let’s wait for Lena, she shouldn’t be that far behind.” You nodded absentmindedly. You couldn’t look away, you were a deer caught in headlights. So despite Nat’s best interest she pushed. “Why don't you fight to get her back?” She asked, trying to sound as encouraging as she could. You turned to her and saw the worry and sadness in her eyes. You smiled softly trying to sound reassuring. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea.” You said “Besides it’s time for me to acknowledge that she was never ‘mine’ to love, there's nothing to fight for when she was never mine to begin with.” 

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[beann-e]

Summary : You were just a little insecure and insecurity’s never hurt anyone right

Your eyes pranced around the gym as you watched your boyfriend go up for his twelfth spike in his volleyball game . You hadn’t been counting but you knew for sure he’d made somewhere around there anytime you turned around you would see him up in the air hitting something you just weren’t fast enough to make out

Your hands coming up in a loud clap and cheer when you seen him make the last hit the ball making a loud thump throughout the court

You were happily screaming out his name until your eyes caught wind of someone yelling slightly louder than you

Eyes moving over to said someone every few seconds trying to check them out

Your cheering stopping when your eyes raked over her outfit that barely covered her legs a sweatshirt with your boyfriends name and number on the front and back you’d have thought she was his girlfriend

You decided to let her cheer for him as you placed yourself softly back in your seat taking in a cool breath of air as your eyebrows came together eyes shifting to the floor quickly before they ran back to the girl who’s friend was lightly tapping her

you biting your lip as she turned to you speaking loudly “ uh — hey if your gonna give me a love confession here don’t ok — “

she smiled widely “ i’m here for someone “ her painted thumb moved to the back of her jersey showing off the name as you stuttered and moved out the seats head low and hands sweaty

‘ she just doesn’t know y/n , and it won’t matter anyways— ushi doesn’t care for her he doesn’t even know her your ok y/n your relationships ok ‘

you moved to enter in through the lower level of the gym just in time to see the team bowing and giving their thanks ushijimas eyes scanning the seats looking for you until you waved slightly at tendou who moved you over quickly to ushijima

“ he needs some love — some cuddles he’s been practicing all week endlessly please reward him y/n - chan “

he sighed as he pouted putting his elbow on your head as you two stood in front of your boyfriend

“ he won’t take my hugs “

“ because your hugs always turn into something more “ he said facing tendou

you laughed “ something more ? is there something your not telling me —do you have a crush on my boyfriend “

“ no y/n who’d ever have a crush on ushiwaka-kun hes so — oh my condolences I forgot you were dating him “

“ tendou i’m sure you’ve said the wrong thing you give your condolences when someone or something has died “

tendou draped his body over yours “ no trust me something has died —“

“ what “

“ the conversation “

“ I do not understand “

“ how do you put up with him “

you smiled as you embraced your boyfriend. Arms barely wrapping around his body fully your poor body being suffocated in his chest and arms

“ bewause whes ‘ so fufffy “ your voice came out strangled as his grip was pressing you into his chest before he allowed you to look up at him

you smiled as your thoughts from earlier quickly vanished “ wakatoshi “ you said as you stared at him

“ yes my love “

you smiled softly “ I’m enough right “

“ more than enough —though I could fill my physical hunger with another match but why are you asking “

“ no reason “ you pulled away from him as you inched over to stand next to tendou again you knew ushijima liked physical touch when it was you but , he also still needed some space it was a lot all at once to just throw your love at him and he needed time to warm up to it so you always started out small .

“ ok so what are we doing after this “

“ i’m walking y/n home “

“ i’m allowing ushi to walk me home “

“ allow but you always beg me “

you pouted “ no that’s not true “

“ yes or you get really mad at me and then I go back to my house to find a deflated volleyball on my bed the next day “ tendou choked as ushijima continued

“ I always have to buy another practice volleyball too it makes me never want to do what I did the previous day again “ he shivered as you smiled

“ at least I still leave the she—“

“ USHIJIMA-KUN“ a loud voice rang through the gym causing both tendou and your boyfriend to scratch at their ears after hearing loud noises non stop on the court “ ushijima-kun i’m a big fan “

he turned to the girl as you smiled

“ you can go “ you said softly knowing he would ask you first but this time you decided to just let him leave talking to tendou as some time passed by until you seen a sight you’d rather not have

your eyes widened as you saw the same sweatshirt from earlier in the crowd ice running through your veins as you saw her with her polished hands on your captains uniform

“ earth to y/— hey what’s up why are you looking like that “

you smiled “ oh I just got confused for a moment“ you looked to the floor before looking back over to the wicked sight taking place next you

Taking side glances every so often to see her hands traveling to different places

“ let’s go talk to ushiwaka ok “ tendou said happily understanding what was happening to you he never wanted you to be jealous of someone else let alone feel insecure especially when so many were jealous of you and you didn’t even know

You both made your way up to the people in front of you hearing the end of the conversation

“ ushijima-kun why aren’t you talking “

“ because I want to respect my s/o and your advances seem wrong “

“ their not I swear — we can be friends I’m sure your s/o wouldn’t mind you just speaking to me right — their not mean right ushi-kun —someone mean doesn’t fit you —you need a friendly person “

“ I do not like that nickname “ he stared at the girl in front of him “ and I am also not talking to you because I simply just don’t want to talk to you “

“ h-hi guys “ you moved to hold your hand out to the taller girl “ h-hi i’m y/n wakatoshi’s s-“

“ oh god ushijima-kun this persons a stalker they were up in the bleachers not that long ago trying to confess to me “

tendou scoffed as he turned to look away feeling the embarrassment for the girl grow in waves

“ i’m sure my s/o’s not looking for someone else nor are they interested in friendly girls as far as I know “

he turned to you stoic face resting on yours “ are you y/n “

“ w-wait s/o “

“ yes that is what I said —you are a good listener “

“ did you just call them your s/o “

“ nevermind “ he looked towards the girl “ I take it back you are not a very good listener “

“ I-i’m sorry for earlier I was just — you were wearing my boyfriends jersey and I — I was a bit confused“ you smiled softly “ but if you wan-“

“ ushijima—kun — I really liked how you played in the volleyball game “

“ thank you what was your favorite part “

she shook not expecting the question before she put her hands in her pocket “ oh um when you hit it — that was totally cool and it made a loud echo “

“ oh you must not know volleyball terms “ he said confused “ if you want i’m sure “ he turned to you

“ y/n can you help her out — y/n watches all my games and tells me what I need to improve and what I did wrong i’m sure they could help find the play you were talking about they remember them all —they’ve been doing this a long time “

you smiled knowing that’s not what the girl wanted before playing with your thumbs looking away from the scene “ love are you going to help her she seems“

he spoke confused at the girl in front of him “ she seems quite upset “ he put his hands in between the two of them “ ma’am I assure you—you have nothing to worry about not understanding one of my plays—or the game itself is ok — do not be mad at yourself — my s/o will supply help “

tendous laugh came out as he moved his hand over it to turn it into a cough

“ tendou are you in need of water I would gladly go get you a bottle “

you knew ushijima felt uncomfortable and was trying his best to get out of the situation “ yeah you two can go get water i’ll explain your play to — um what was your name “

she looked from you to ushijima twirling her hair “ um sai “

“ oh ok sai —i’ll explain your play to her “ you moved to hug tendou as ushijima gave your hand a squeeze before walking off “ ok so the play I think your talking about is when goshik— “

“ I don’t know what your playing at but you need to stop “ her voice was sharp “ I don’t know if he’s your brother and your just joking to get me off his back or if your the sibling of someone on the team but “

your eyebrows came down as she was beating into you “ it’s not cool i’m sure you just got mad that I rejected your confession and so you came down here to screw over my chances with ushi “

you thought to yourself ‘ he only lets me call him ushi‘

your face dropped into a sad pout “ h-he’s just my boyfriend really i’m not lying “

“ but you are — look I feel bad really does he even know your going around lying to people like this and did you tell him the meaning of s/o meant something else “

“ no like I said he’s my boy— “

“ why do you keep saying that “

you kept saying it more so for yourself than for her you wanted to remind yourself that he loved you and not her that he was your boyfriend even through all her mean claims that she spit at you next

“ look you need to stop being a liar liars don’t die peacefully — no one would want to date someone like you “

her hands pulled at your hair and shirt “ look at how your dressed your so — your dressed like a child — a little boy and your hair is horrible and not brushed are you seriously thinking in your mind that your dating the ushijima ace of Shiratorizawa he may not be captain but still “

she scoffed as she stepped back “ look at you-- this just proves that your a liar if you were dating him you’d have tough skin seeing as though he has more fangirls than Oikawa — it’s literally only me down here and your on your knees crying in my face like a wounded dog “

you knew it was wrong to cry and have your head to the floor but you knew she was right . Why would ushijima like you let alone love and date someone like you when she was here

Her tall slender legs everything that you wanted , height something you always dreamed of , clear skin something you’d never managed to hold for more than a week and body exactly what you asked for in your prayers

Your mind couldn’t help but think she was more of a perfect fit for him than you’d ever be

and you just couldn’t see where you could be wrong

“ like I said stop lying and back the fuck off — I don’t know how you managed to manipulate ushijima into dating a fucking weird evil person like you but it’s not cool “

“ I find it quite cool how they got together actually“ tendous singing voice cut through as he took a sip of his drink

“ if you mean manipulating me with her patient heart and understanding for my busy schedule than yes y/n you really are evil “

“ I mean are you sure your not the weird one here — your the one trying to beat someone else into saying their not dating someone — like their relationship is gonna change if you get her to agree with you“ tendou scoffed continuing to speak to her

“ they’d still be dating no matter if she said no or not ushijima only has two things he focuses on volleyball and y/n so “

“ yes he’s correct volleyball has my heart in a way —and y/n has my mind— it’s hard to focus on anything else when she’s sitting in it all day “

“ told you — you had no chance even if you did make shorts to go along with that handmade jersey — which you really should have made —your legs look awfully cold “

“ he is telling the truth your legs have goosebumps — I really do hope you brought a jacket “

“ and I don’t know if your friends — the same ones laughing at you from the balcony right now “

tendou looked up waving at the girls “ hi margo “ the girl waving down happily

“ I don’t know if they told you before you came down here but they knew y/n and ushijima were dating so really your the stupid one not my best friend here “

he moved to drape his arm over you as he pointed at the girl

“ I mean your not stupid — that’s mean but you look really bad right now—yes “ ushijima cut him off as his stoic voice shook the girls core everytime he spoke

“ also I meant to tell you since y’know your friends didnt — your jersey you made “ tendou spoke

“ how— howd you know I made it — maybe I g-got it from— “

“ stop lying to yourself — ushijimas name is spelled wrong and hes not just the ace like your jersey says — he’s the captain ? “

the girl shook as she moved to play with her hands in embarrassment you finally noticing she had the words ace underneath ushijimas name that she forgot to add and I to before the j

“ well I do hope that’s not how people spell my name that looks deathly scary “

“ you may go “ tendous voice came out as the girl hurried off ushijimas loud deep voice making her freeze along with everyone else in the gym

“ Hey sai “ she turned to look at him tears in her eyes as his eyebrows furrowed “ you are very talented but — id like if you could put your talents to other use and maybe write my s/o a card explaining how pretty they are “

he looked to you “ their feelings are hurt and you are the reason and instead of fighting you in a volleyball match since you don’t have a team nor do you know anything about the sport “

the girls at the balcony laughed moving to leave the girl as ushijima continued “ i’d rather just have you sit down and rethink your hurtful actions and think about how pretty my s/o actually is — inside and out“

he nodded his head at the girl “ do you think you could do that “

tendou squeezed you in a hug as he draped the rest of his body on top of your head “ it’s either that or I continue to cut into you — I know I could do it for hours “ he sung out the girl crying as she shook her head in a yes motion leaving you alone with the two males around you

“ are you ok y/n “

“ yes love are you doing allright — I had a feeling something was wrong so I came back immediately “

you smiled softly “ e-everything is fine thank you both really “

ushijima looked to tendou as the latter understood and moved to whisper in your ear “ y/n I do think your really pretty myself and if you and ushijima weren’t happily together for 2 years already — and he didn’t do it like he does now — I’d make sure you knew your beautiful everyday “

you smiled at his kind comment you knew he just wanted to make you feel loved and to not believe your thoughts right now

“ do not listen to tendou he would have had no chance to date you seeing as though I liked you and am a lot bigger “

tendou laughed “ y/n doesn’t care that your big ushijima id totally win “

“ no she does — you have no space for her to crawl and cuddle on “

tendou waved him off as he walked towards the rest of the team as they closed the door and left you two alone in the gym leaving you to stare up at your boyfriend only to sit back on the bench

“ i’m sorry to make you do all of that ushi I just — I felt like I couldn’t say anything “ you bit at your lip

“ I don’t want you to think i’m weak and that you have to constantly remind me that you love me or even just to have someone who can’t stick up for themselves “

“ you are not weak “ he said as he sat down next to you “ you are one of the only people who can handle my energy and not break “

you laughed “ you have no energy ushijima “

“ if I have no energy then how do I play 2 matches of volleyball ? “

“ I mean no energy like that “

“ y/n I do not understand you are making no sense to me my love “

you laughed as more tears fell out “ I know ushi I know “

“ I do not understand why you are crying — If you understand that I do have energy that is no reason to cry just because you were wrong “

you played with your hands as he reached out to hold them rubbing them softly “ you do not have to believe her she was wrong “

“ was she though “

“ yes or I would not have said that just now “

he looked to wipe your cheeks “ you do not have to cry because you choose to believe baseless lies “

he wiped your eyes “ that is your own fault that you are sad right now —because you want to believe those idiotic claims“

he faced you as his hand moved to rub your cheek “ You are very beautiful and your smile makes me smile which I did not know I could do unless I was playing volleyball with my dad — that was the last time I smiled y/n—I thought i’d lost the emotion and you found it “

he sighed “ I look forward to my time with you because you always manage to make me smile and feel comfortable which I havent felt in a long time you make me feel loose and not so uptight “

he laughed “ there are times when I feel like tendou while hanging out with you and I cannot say I don’t enjoy it “

you smiled as he ran his thumb over your lips “ I love you no matter how you think you look or how others think you look — what I really love you for is your patience with this sport and my love for it “

you shook your head in a yes form you really did love him and you would wait anytime he said he had practice and couldn’t see you — only because you knew he had a talent and could go far with it and you didn’t want to be the reason he stopped short “ I love you y/n “

you smiled “ you couldn’t have said it with more meaning “ you laughed

“ well yes I could have used it in a way that has a different meaning the word means a lot of different things “

“ no I mean you couldn’t have said it without your voice sounding so bland “

“ what do you mean —does my breath smell bad is that whats making the words so tasteless to you“

you laughed “ no ushi I just meant to say them with meaning “

he smiled laughing while he spoke “ y-y/n I do not know what you mean my love “

“ like that “ you smiled hearing the happiness in his voice “ just like that “

he pulled you into a hug kissing your head “ I love you y/n more than the feeling of that last point I just scored — and more than the sport I wake up to practice for every morning “