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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 1 year ago

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Before You Go | MYG

Pairing: producer! best friend! yoongi x best friend! fem! reader

Summary: Life is taken for granted. People like to kill time not knowing it is time who is killing them. Love is not always a medicine, fate is always cruel. Or in which Yoongi realised his mistakes too late and was sentenced to live with an empty soul. There are times in which you can't always be there. He knew he was too late.

Warnings: ANGST, so much angst guys, medical terms, terminal sickness, argument, fainting, character death, more angst, feelings of guilt and desperation. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

A/N: Soooo, this was originally planned to be a drabble but it escalated so, hehe here it is! Also, I'm still working on the next part of Four Seasons. It'll be a long chapter so please bear with me.

Please let me know what you thought of this in the comments! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this one.

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"Three months at the most."

Said the doctor. You looked at him. No emotion marked your beautiful features. You blinked. A second passed. Then another and another. The world continued on its normal course while your sentence was already dictated. It almost seemed comical.

"There is, of course, a surgery we could perform on your brain. But I'm afraid it will only allow you to live for a year, year and a half if we are lucky. But it'd be dangerous. Even performing a biopsy is risky in your condition, Miss Lee."

You took a deep breath, your hand clutched your purse as it rested in your lap. The tickling of the clock was driving you insane, you wanted to leave your doctor's office, you wanted to run, to scream, to cry but your body was frozen in place.

A soft smile plastered on your face, the only reaction you could fathom at the moment.

"Thank you, Doctor Kim. I'll... I'll think about it."

He stood up, towering over you as he said with a nod. His hand extended to shake yours.

"Please, do so. Come in a few weeks if you start having headaches."

You nodded, shaking his hand as you also stood up.

"I will. Have a good day, Doctor Kim."

Your hand left his and you turned around to leave. Your feet carrying you out of the room that suddenly felt too small. You only wanted to go back to your flat and curl on your bed.

In a monotonous way you paid for the appointment at the reception of the hospital. Your eyes didn't focus on anything in particular while also noticing everything at the same time.

You walked slowly through the busy streets, the evening sun kissing your skin. The steps you took were automatic, you allowed your legs to take you home while in your mind there was only space for the doctor's words.

"Three months at the most."

That phrase repeated itself over and over again in your head. How you wished to just be home right now however, you decided to not take a cab, you wanted to enjoy the walk. Admire nature as you pass by the park and feel the sun in your skin.

Rarely did you ever pay attention to all those little things. Details that gave colour to your life. Details you were never able to forget. Not until it would happen and you'd leave this place. But you still had some time. Three months was too much.

Or that was what you thought.

~ 73 days later.

"You are hiding something from me!"

Yoongi exclaimed. Your heart clenched at the words coming out of your best friend's mouth. It hurt. It hurt to not tell him. For you to leave him in the dark. For him to think you weren't being honest with him.

You both had been friends for so long you couldn't count the days any longer.

"I'm not! Don't you trust me? We've been friends for so long, Yoongi!"

He sighed, wetting his lips as he tried to form words with his muddy thoughts swirling all over his head. He wasn't stupid. You'd been acting weird as of lately. You often gave him excuses of why you didn't want to leave your flat and when you both would go out he'd notice things.

He'd always notice when something was bothering you, when you were in pain, when too many thoughts were going on through your head. He knew you. Probably better than he knew himself.

All those little suspicions, the strange headaches you'd have only for later to vanish into thin air. The way you looked paler than usual, how you were overly tired.

He had noticed.

Yoongi would be a fool to not acknowledge the signs happening in front of his eyes. Yet his mind couldn't get a conclusion. Instead he was blinded by worry over you. Worry expressed as anger. As desperation. As frustration.

"It is you who is not trusting me, (y/n)! I know something's going on. And I will figure it out whether you like it or not."

"I do trust you."

Your voice sounded so hurt and small with those four words whispered out. Tears clouded your vision but you didn't fight back the moisture in your eyes. You kept looking at him in desperation.

Couldn't he just let it pass?

Apparently not. Yoongi was a stubborn man. If he wanted something, he got it. One way or another. But how would you tell him you were dying? How would you tell your best friend you didn't have much time to live? He had planned on taking you on vacation together after he had signed a good contract with a singer.

He promised to treat you to ice cream next Sunday. You promised that you'd be with him forever. You had been with him forever. In everything he had ever accomplished you had been there. You had been there to dry his tears and smile with him. to celebrate his victories and advise him during hard times.

You had always been there. Always by his side. Always in his life.

Did you have the right to take that away from him?

You were a coward. Yes. You knew that yourself. A part of you didn't want to acknowledge the fact that you were dying. And it hurt so much when Yoongi couldn't see further than his own assumptions. He didn't see you as someone he could trust anymore. He thought you were hiding something from him. Which, technically, you were.

Never in your life had you ever hidden something from him. That was why it hurt him so much when he realised there was something going on in your life that was taking a toll on you and he didn't know.

Yoongi ran a hand through his dark hair, his gaze softened slightly at the sound of your delicate voice. So vulnerable. So hurt. It wasn't like you to talk like that.

But despite his heart clenching at the sight of your tears, his next words cut you deeper than any knife could ever harm you. Not even the doctor's words three months ago had hurt as much as Yoongi's words.

"It doesn't seem like it. But if you don't want to tell me, fine. Take your secrets to your grave, I don't care."

Take your secrets to your grave.

If only he knew you were already standing above it. If only he had known those words had made your heart shatter in such a way you couldn't even fathom to say something, if only he knew there was more that met his sight.

If only he knew.

You didn't say anything. Silent tears were running down your cheeks. This was it. The tread you feared would ever break. He had broken it when you were already so sick, when your days were numbered. He had broken a friendship of years with a single sentence.

You were to blame too. If you hadn't been so scared, this argument would have never happened. This gap wouldn't exist. You are to blame too. You are at fault too. You ruined his trust, played with his emotions, wasted his time. All for what? So that you could keep a secret that would eventually come out?

But now it was too late.

Yoongi didn't want to hear anything else. You opened your mouth to say something. Anything at all. But the words died in your throat, shot down by his disappointed declaration instead.

"I'm leaving. I need some space to think."

Your hands trembled as they hung next to you limply. You were losing him. Yoongi, who was your closest friend, your best friend. The closest thing you ever had of a family. The man who owned your heart in more ways than he thought.

You lost him.

He wasn't going to intrude where he wasn't welcome. He wasn't going to push you. If you weren't going to trust him, there was no point in him staying in a place he no longer felt welcomed.

Yoongi turned around and left, not allowing you to say a single word. He wished you had stopped him. He wished you had walked over to him and grabbed his wrist, pleading him to listen. For you to tell him whatever was happening that made you hide it.

He wanted to know.

He needed to know.

Because his heart screamed a name he didn't want to recognise. His soul yearned for the touch of a woman he was yet to take into account. His mind was busy with thoughts of you. Memories of you. Plans with you.

But he didn't know what it meant. He didn't know what he so deeply desired. Needed. So he left.

Yoongi left you to yourself, your front door shut and you were alone. Alone for good. Left behind. Abandoned. Everyone has a limit and Yoongi has gotten to that limit.

He said he needed space to think. Space to be on his own. Time to think if your friendship was worthy of keeping or if he had to let it go. Despite the pain his soul would suffer and the wrecked heart he'd have to endure.

Sometimes it's better to just let go.

But he didn't know what he was letting go. He didn't know anything. Yoongi left without answers and you stayed with a broken heart.

It's been a week since that argument. There had been no calls or texts from Yoongi. And you weren't going to get in contact first either. He wanted space, you'd give him that. He wanted time, you'd give him what you had left.

You sat in front of your desk, soft rain pattered over the glass. It was calming. Soothing in a way. A pen rested in your hand as words were being scribbled down on a sheet of paper addressed to him. To Yoongi.

You were giving him all the time you had for him to come back. But just in case you ran out of it, you wanted to explain everything to him. He deserved to know. You realised that now. He had deserved to know since the very beginning.

But you were scared. You had been selfish. You chose to live in a fantasy when reality clawed its way through you, tearing you apart in your little safe world that you wish would come true. But wishes never come true. There are no happy endings for liars. There is no mercy to change your fate.

You put the letter on an envelope with Yoongi's name written on the front. It was a letter only for his eyes to read and his mind to comprehend. It was for his mind to keep and his heart to treasure. Only for him. Always for him.

You stood up, the destination of your bedroom in mind as you were feeling tired. It wasn't unusual these days. The naps you took were getting longer and longer. You knew one day you might as well not wake up again.

But fate wasn't that merciful. You took a step, a single step forward only to have a piercing ache in your head that made you hiss. You shut your eyes, trying to get it to pass but it didn't work. If only it only got stronger with each passing second.

Your hands clasped at your scalp, fingers pulling your hair in a desperate need of relief.

The realisation hit you stronger than a train. You needed help. And you needed it fast. You stumbled towards the coffee table, the only goal in your mind was to get your phone and call for help. Something was wrong. Very wrong. You knew it. You felt it. You couldn't ignore it anymore.

With a shaking hang you reached for your phone, you didn't even bother to unlock it as you pressed the emergency call button. It rang and rang and rang, the pain continued to increase, your vision blurred.

You prayed to the skies that the person on the other line would answer. It was your only chance. The last straw to life you clawed at desperately. But it rang again and again and again and you couldn't help thinking that perhaps this was it.

Yoongi came back from the bathroom in his studio, he had been working on some new beats he wanted to try out in the near future. He had been keeping himself busy with work so as to not think about the fight he had with you a week ago.

A part of him wished you'd call him or text him but he knew you too well. If he had asked for space you were going to give him that. This was probably the worst fight you two had ever had throughout your years of friendship

He sat back down in front of the large computer screen, putting on his headphones. Yoongi continued with his work.

It wasn't until out of the corner of his eyes he saw the phone's screen lighten up. He didn't have to look at it to know someone was calling him. He sighed, taking the headphones off and saving the file with his music before he blindly picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

But there was silence. No-one answered back and for a moment, Yoongi thought it was one of those scam calls he always blocked. But before he could hang up, his name reached his ear in your whispered voice.

"Yoongi..."

He knew something was wrong the moment the first syllable reached him. He frowned, leaning forward in his chair as he tried to listen to your voice.

"(y/n)? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

The fight he had with you vanished from his thoughts as they were clouded with worry for you. He was getting scared, never in your life had you called him in such a state that it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with nerves.

You whimpered, pressing the phone close to your ear. The pain in your head was getting stronger and stronger that you couldn't speak.

"(y/n)?"

Your best friend's voice came from the other side of the phone, if you hadn't been so blinded by the white pain pressing on your skull you would have noticed the concern in his deep voice.

"(y/n), you are scaring me, what's going on?"

Yoongi stood up from his chair, grabbing his car keys in a hurry.

"H-help me."

When you dialled your emergency contact you didn't remember you had saved Yoongi's number there.

Those two words were enough to have him bolting out of the door. The destination of your place carved in his mind as he left the building.

He kept his phone pressed to his ear as he ran through the studio. His heart was beating so fast in his chest he thought it would leave his body. Adrenaline pumped in his veins. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

The fact itself scared him, because that something had to do with you. He felt as if the building was larger than normal. Like in those nightmares as he tried to reach the exit but it got further and further away. This had to be a nightmare, right?

He heard your gasp through the phone unaware of the fact that you had fallen to your knees in your apartment, your other hand clutching your head in a vice grip.

"(y/n/n) talk to me. I need you to say something. Please."

Yoongi reached the door and pulled on the handle with more force than was needed. He stepped outside, inhaling the humid air as the soft drizzle tapped against his form.

"I'm sorry."

He yanked the car door open and got inside, one hand was on the steering wheel while the other still held his phone against the side of his face.

"It's alright, (y/n). I'm on my way, okay? Just hold on, I'll be there in a second."

But you didn't hear those words from him. There was a ringing in your ears that took hold of your senses, the phone slipped from your grasp as you fell to the ground over the soft carpet with a dry sound. You closed your eyes, allowing the pain to take you in its claws of darkness as you surrendered yourself to it.

You had been fighting for so long. A little nap wouldn't harm you. You slipped into unconsciousness with the last thought in your mind being: Yoongi.

The man who you were previously speaking to fell into a frenzy when he heard the sound of the phone colliding with your carpeted floor. The hand on the wheel tightened to the point where his knuckles turned white.

"Darling, answer me please! Say something."

But he could only hear your laboured breaths from the other line. He ended the call and threw his phone on the passenger's seat. A curse leaving his lips. If the circumstances had been different, he would have blushed when the nickname escaped his lips but he couldn't fight it in a moment like this. He couldn't help the fear, the anxiety, the stress, the guilt from controlling his mind.

From making him act the way he was. He pressed on the gas and accelerated into the street. Not caring if he got a ticket for the speed limit, not caring if he drenched the bypassers with his car, not caring for anything else other than getting to you.

Tears of desperation began forming in his dark eyes but he blinked them back. It was not the time to cry. Not now. Not when you needed him. Not when you were in danger. Not when you had called him to help you. Not when his heart yearned to have you, feel you, touch you.

Not now.

Yoongi arrived at your flat in record time. With his heart thumping in his chest and his hands trembling, he stepped out of the car. He didn't even bother to lock it behind him as he was already running up the stairs that led to your apartment.

He used his spare key, one he was immensely grateful you had given him. Not bothering to knock or to take his shoes off he barged into the place like a desperate man. He was a desperate man.

Desperate to see you fine, to find you healthy, for you to be alright.

But his world came crumbling down like a paper plane when he saw you laying over the grey carpet, your phone by your side. You weren't moving.

For a moment he couldn't move. The patterning of the rain against the window drowned him in an ocean of tears he was keeping inside his soul. The quietness of your flat wasn't normal, you were always humming to yourself, playing some music. Doing something.

But as he saw you laying there, limp and cold, Yoongi's heart shattered into a million pieces.

He was brought out of his trance by some miracle, he found himself at your side the next second. His hands wouldn't stop shaking as he pulled your shoulder to lay you flat against the floor.

"(y/n)?"

But you didn't react. It almost seemed as if you were sleeping. The rise and fall from your chest was the only indication to Yoongi that you had only fainted. The circumstances as to why were still unknown to him.

His hand cradled your cheek, trying to get a reaction out of you. Something. Anything at all. But you were long gone in the world of darkness.

In a mere second, he was able to recall your call with him. You sounded in pain. Hurt. There was something that had led to your current state. Something that needed medical attention.

His hands slipped under your body and he stood up; an arm beneath your shoulders and the other supporting the back of your knees. Yoongi walked towards his car in long and hurried steps. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. His stomach churned with nerves.

If you hadn't called him, how much time would have passed until someone eventually found you? He couldn't think of that possibility. He decided to focus on the now, on the fact that he had you in his arms, that he had found you, that you were going to be okay. You had to be. For his sanity.

The soft rain wasn't enough to drench you or him as he made his way towards his parked car. With as much care as he could muster and with some tricky manoeuvre he managed to sit you in the passenger's seat and strap you to it.

Your head lulled to the side and his hand, once more, found home against the side of your face. In any other situation Yoongi would have thought that you were merely sleeping. To a point you were.

Have you always been this beautiful?

He thought to himself before he shook himself out of those thoughts and walked around the car, getting into the driver's seat and speeding off to the hospital.

One hand was on the steering wheel while the other one clasped yours tightly. It was a way to ground himself. To ground his thoughts and remember that you were there, that you'd be fine. That you were with him.

If someone had asked Yoongi before today when he had been the most patient he'd have answered when he had to download one of his large files.

But now, now as he sat in the waiting room of the hospital waiting for news about you was the time when his patience got tested.

How he wished to just enter into the room where the doctor was checking you. He needed to know what was going on. What had happened to you.

He needed to know that everything was going to be fine.

In his desperation, he called one of his friends, Hoseok and explained the situation with a lump forming at the back of his throat.

"She'll be fine, Yoongi. She's a tough girl. I'm sure it's nothing serious but I'll be there in thirty minutes in case you need anything."

That was what Hoseok had said over the line. He had met you on a few occasions, more than a few to be honest. The sweet man came to know that you were a beautiful woman with a kind heart and he respected too much the friendship Yoongi had with you.

"Is anyone here for Lee (y/n)?"

A doctor said with a clipboard in his hands. Yoongi immediately got up. His legs carrying him to the man dressed in a white coat, his eyes were red with unshed tears.

"I brought her here. Please, is she alright?"

The doctor let out a sigh that made alarm bells ring in his head.

"You better come with me."

Yoongi swallowed yet the lump in his throat only got bigger and bigger with each passing second, with each step he took behind the doctor. He stopped in front of a door, presumably your room before he spoke, his tone professional with a hint of sorrow for the broken man in front of him.

"(y/n)'s condition worsened too much in the last week. I'm surprised how quickly it deteriorated. The tumour in her brain got to the amygdala, that was what caused her immense pain resulting in her to lose consciousness."

The tumour in her brain...

...what?

"What... what do you mean with "the tumour in her brain"? She... Is she-"

So many thoughts were racing through his mind too quickly he began to feel nauseous. You were sick? All this time you had been sick? Is this what you had been hiding? The doctor sighed yet again as he spoke once more, his voice sombre this time.

"I believe she never told you."

Yoongi shook his head. Too in shock to utter a word. He felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart. He'd bet that a stab wound would hurt less than this. The sole thought of losing you was heartbreaking enough but he couldn't help but feel like shit when the argument he had on your flat repeated itself in his mind over and over and over again.

Like a broken record player.

In a mocking manner.

With sadistic intentions.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Mr. Min."

A tear rolled down Yoongi's cheek slowly.

"Will she be alright?"

The world might as well end now because the younger man couldn't fathom the idea of existing. Not after the doctor's next words.

"I'm sorry. She was never a candidate for surgery, we detected the tumour too late. She isn't conscious right now but you might as well go in. I don't think she'd be able to hold on for much longer."

He hadn't expected that. He was supposed to be told you hadn't been taking your meals or you were dehydrated to the point in which you fainted. You weren't supposed to be dying. And what was worse was that he had never known.

For how long have you known of your condition?

Why did you hide it from him?

Why didn't you let him support you?

Yoongi entered your room without another word leaving his lip. He nearly collapsed at the sight of you. Pale and weak lying in a hospital bed. An IV tube was attached to your hand. Your eyes were closed.

He sat on the chair next to your bed. His trembling hands reached out for your smaller one. Why wouldn't his hands stop shaking?

"Why didn't you tell me, (y/n)?"

Those whispered words were meant for your ears only but they never reached you. You couldn't react to his stimuli even if you wanted to. your limp hand in his made tears cloud his vision and this time, he didn't hold them back.

"This was it, wasn't it? This was what you were hiding from me, right?"

He wished you'd just move, he wished you would open your eyes and gaze at him like all those times before. He wished he could hear your voice. At least one last time.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for shouting at you that day. Y-you didn't deserve that."

If he could turn back time he'd make everything different.

"Please, (y/n/n). Please open your eyes."

If only he had been more observant.

"You cannot leave me now. Not now. Not like this."

If only he hadn't been so selfish and distanced himself from you.

"I cannot live without you, (y/n)."

If only he had been there.

"Please."

If only he had been a better friend. The best friend you deserved. The best friend you needed.

"Please don't leave me."

If only he had said the words when you could hear them. If only he hadn't taken your time for granted.

"I beg you, darling. Please don't go. Please."

Hoseok ran through the halls, the number of the room you were at was engraved in his mind for he knew Yoongi was by your side. His hand grabbed the door handle and he twisted it.

What Hoseok saw after opening that door was never going to leave his memories. A sight for his eyes to never forget.

Yoongi was grasping your hand so tightly his knuckles were white. His eyes were red and puffy as tears leaked from his dark orbs, like endless rivers of absolute and utter pain. The sound of his sobs reached Hoseok's ears. A flat line in the background.

"S-she's... she's gone. She's g-gone, Hobi."

Hoseok could only watch in horror. Never in his life had he seen Min Yoongi look so broken. So empty. Never had he cried in such a way. The sight was painful enough that tears made their way to his own eyes.

Yoongi's sobs were like poisonous arrows dripping with the blood of his wounded heart. An irreparable wound. Shattered pieces of his very own soul.

Hoseok took slow steps toward his friend until he was able to rest a hand over his shoulder.

"She didn't suffer, Yoongi. You were by her side, you allowed her to go in peace."

But those words did little to console him. He couldn't stop thinking about the "what if's". He couldn't stop the blame to gnaw at his already broken heart.

"I-I never told her, Hobi. I was a coward and I... I never fucking told her."

Hoseok's heart clenched at the pain laced in his friend's words. His pale hand grabbed yours with more strength, if that was even possible. As if he could prevent you from leaving him when you were already gone.

"I never told her that I loved her!"

Hi Yoongs, I hope you are alright.

How's life going on for you?

If you are reading this letter it probably means I am no longer with you and I'm so sorry that I had to leave you behind but as you may already know, I had no choice.

This was what I had been hiding from you. I am sick. Terminal apparently. There's nothing to be done and I don't want any kind of painful treatment. I decided to let go and enjoy what I had of time.

Please don't blame yourself. I chose not to tell you so that I could experience my life as it was. Normally and by your side.

I may not be there physically but know that I live through your memories. Please don't give up on your dreams because of me and go and do all the things you talked to me about. Fulfil our wishes. Be happy.

I wish you the best.

Thank you for being my best friend. And it is probably the worst way of saying this but I want you to know that I love you. I love you in that way. As in more than a friend. You were the best person that ever crossed paths with me, I didn't want to ruin that friendship.

I now realise that was probably a mistake. I loved you deeply. With all my heart and being. That was why telling you about my condition was more painful than it should have been. Because just as your happiness is my happiness; your pain is also my pain.

I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want you to say things out of pity. I didn't want that. I wanted to leave in the most normal way I possibly could.

Please know that I love you and I wish you the best in life. I won't be your friend all your life, let alone your lover. I won't live that long. But I will treasure your friendship and love you all my life.

I am part of your life but you are my whole life.

~(y/n).

July/30/2023

~Masterlist

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Fire & Desire

Izogie x black!fem!Reader Summary: 5 times you (Princess of Dahomey) fail to seduce Izogie and the one time you succeed Content: Fluff, Angst and Smut Word Count: 4k Note: I did not intend to make this fic this long but i had to do it for my baby izogie, i hope you guys enjoy <3

Beaming down on the red earth, the sun shone brightly over Dahomey Palace. On one side of the courtyard the Agojie sparred with each other, awakening the palace with the clanging of their spears. On the other side, the trainees stood neatly in lines awaiting instructions.

You sat in the shade, nearly on the edge of your seat, watching one particular Agojie with rapt attention. Her skin glistened in the daylight, muscles rippling under her dark brown skin with every move. She commanded the space. You wanted her to command you.

“Close your mouth before you catch flies” your cousin, Faraja snickered “I don’t think Izogie is fond of frogs”

You gasped and grabbed a nearby fruit and chucked it at your cousin but she caught it

“I’m well aware of what she likes,” you beckoned to a servant who produced a long wooden box, “that’s why I got her a gift”

“Oh, is this the next step in your brilliant plan? You think Igozie can be bought?”

Faraja took the box from the princess and lifted the cover to reveal a gleaming silver sword with the letter ‘I’ etched into the handle.

“Of Course not Fara, the gift is to get her attention, then I’ll do the rest”

Faraja sucked her teeth, “Looks like you already have her attention”

Sure enough Igozie stood before the trainees, barking out orders, but her attention was on you. You crooked a finger, beckoning her over. As she came closer you noticed she had a wound on her from her competition with another warrior.

“My princess, you called?” Izogie hopped up to sit on the edge of the platform and looked up at you

“I have something for you” you handed her the box, “A prize for that incredible show of strength”

You gestured to the wound on her shoulder.

Izogie cocked an eyebrow and hesitantly opened the box. Her eyes betrayed her smile before her mouth even moved.

“Thank you princess, it’s beautiful” She took it out and ran her hand along the dull edge, “What is it made from?”

“Steel reinforced with silver, only the best for my best Agojie”

“Aye, don’t let Nanisca hear you say that” Igozie laughed with her whole face and reached over to playfully pull at your ankles

“Oh please, Nanisca knows you’re my favourite” you found yourself laughing too,“Now come, let me clean that up for you”

Taking a wet cloth you gently wiped at her wound until it was free of blood. While you worked, Igozie spoke,

“Do you remember how much you hated me when you first met me?”

“I didn’t hate you Izogie, you just thought you were soooo mature while you were only two years older than me”

“Well…I’m happy to call you my friend now”

Igozie winced as you applied some healing balm then wrapped her shoulder in a clean bandage.

“There, all better now”

“Thank you princess” Izogie took your hand in her and kissed your knuckles

She gazed into your eyes and you fell into a comfortable silence, until Faraja cleared her throat. You jumped back to create space between the two of you and Izogie quickly stood up, taking her new sword with her.

“Well I must be get back to the trainees, I will see both you ladies soon”

You waved bye to her and she waved back, walking backwards away from you and somehow not tripping over her own feet. Her thighs flexed with each step. Even when she joked around she radiated power.

You had it bad.

It was breakfast time in Dahomey Palace. You sat at the elegant oak dining table across from Faraja who was tucking into her plate. On your right, your brother King Ghezo debated with his wife about something. You weren’t listening anyway. Your mind was preoccupied with waiting for your favourite Agojie to join the family for breakfast. Your brother would often invite them to dine with the family after battle.

A hand fell to your knee that was bouncing under the table and it stilled.

“Sister, are you alright? You’ve barely eaten. Is this food not to your liking?” your brother inquired

“No the food is fine, I was just lost in thought” you shifted awkwardly in your chair under the attention of everyone at the table

“Thinking about what cousin? Faraja smirked knowingly at you. Just as you opened your mouth, response hot on your tongue, the doors to the dining room opened.

Nanisca and Izogie stood side by side in the doorway. Nanisca spoke up,

“My king, I apologise as we will not be joining you this morning…”

No that wouldn’t do. You had to get Izogie close to you, if just for a moment. You pretended to be listening keenly to Nanisca’s discussion with your brother and used your elbow to slide your spoon off the table.

It fell with a clang and Izogie quickly zoned in on the source. She crossed the room in quick strides and bent down beside your chair to pick up the spoon.

You leaned over in your chair to meet her, pushing your breasts up so they peeked temptingly over the collar of your dress. Izogie handed you the fork then took her time sweeping her eyes from your ankles to your waist to your breasts where they lingered. A trail of heat licked up your body following the path of Izogie’s gaze. You had to squeeze your thighs together when she finally made eye contact with you.

She licked her lips, her jaw clenched…unclenched.

She stood up

“Princess” she bowed her head at you, expression blank and giving nothing away

“Izogie” you didn’t hide how smug you felt knowing you could get under her skin.

The aroma of lavender filled your bed-chamber while you relaxed in the warm bath water. Once you felt sufficiently clean, you wrapped yourself up in a fluffy towel. You looked over your array of oils and decided on rose oil. You massaged the oil lovingly into your supple brown skin and whispered affection to yourself. From an early age your mother taught you that to love your skin is to take care of it- and you stuck by those words.

Later in the night, while the palace slept, you snuck out to see Igozie. Even in the darkness of the palace grounds you easily found your way to Igozie’s quarters. You pulled aside the cow hide that covered the doorway and stepped into the room dimly lit by a single candle. Igozie lay on the bed, sharpening a small knife, and she didn’t need to look up to know it was you.

“Princess” she glanced up from the knife to smile at you, her eyes looked tired, “How did you get here undetected? The palace is crawling with guards”

“I learnt from the best” you leaned back on the wall and took in her appearance, her skin shone under the candle’s orange glow

“Oh, so you do know how to listen to me?” Izogie chuckled and patted the space beside her on the bed

You joined her on the bed

“Izogie…” you took one of her hands in yours and started tracing the lines of her palm “I missed you while you were away”

“Someone must protect Dahomey, we can’t all be young and beautiful” Izogie narrowed her eyes at you, pretending to be annoyed

“Oh shut up!” you sucked your teeth and pushed her playfully, feeling the power of her muscles under your hand.

“Let me give you massage, your shoulders carry the weight of Dahomey”

Izogie agreed and let you guide her to lay on her stomach on the bed. You picked up a vial of olive oil from her table, rubbed some in your hands to warm it up, then straddled her back.

Her muscles rippled under the firm touch of your hands. With every exhale, Igozie relaxed further into the bed. It made butterflies flutter in you to think that you could make the powerful Igozie melt under your touch.

After a while Izogie broke the silence

“What’s the matter, princess?” she turned her head to the side and strained to look at you

“Why do you ask?”

“Usually when you come to visit me you chatter non-stop, I can tell something is bothering you”

You pressed your thumbs into a knot at the base of her neck. Igozie groaned softly.

“Did you know my mother?” you asked her

At your question, Igozie turned over onto her back and you sat on her toned abs. Her hands found your hips.

“Not very well, when I joined the Agojie she was already very sick”

“When she was my age she was married off to my father, it was arranged to bring together two powerful kingdoms. But she secretly loved someone else. She grew to love my father, but she missed out on a life with her true love for the sake of duty,”

Igozie’s attentive stare paired with the way her thumbs were softly rubbing your sides was almost overwhelming, you fixed your gaze on the candle and kept talking,

“She asked me on her deathbed to choose love over duty, but now my brother has chosen a suitor, whose riches can increase the prosperity of Dahomey. And I know I can never love him because my heart belongs to another”

Izogie sat up and held you in her lap, facing her.

“I know what it means to be forced to act differently to how you feel. Sometimes, I feel afraid at the sword of Dahomey’s enemies, but I must swallow it down and hide it, because fear makes you weak” Izogie spoke so earnestly, you heart ached for her

“Fear doesn’t make you weak, Izogie. It’s the bravery to do what you are afraid of that makes you strong”

“Are you brave, Princess?”

“Ofcourse”

“So tell me,” Izogie leaned in close to your ear, “who does your heart belong to?”

Your mouth hung open and for all your previous boldness you couldn’t bring yourself to say it, it would make it too real. Without a word you wriggled from her grasp and disappeared into the black night.

On this particular day, the sun decided to scorch the kingdom. You had enough of fanning and sucking on ice, so you called for your brother to make arrangements for a guard to take you down to the river. Your cousin was away on business which meant you were free to torment Igozie without judgement.

You made your way to the kitchen, your sandals squeaking on the spotless floor. With a basket in the crook of your arm, you picked out fruits, cheeses and meats you knew Igozie enjoyed from her countless dinners with your family.

A short walk later, you sat on a blanket on the bank of the river, with your feet in the cool rippling water. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the peace and quiet when the sound of footsteps broke you from your reverie. Then familiar voices. Quickly, before they got to your part of the river, you jumped up and stripped from your clothes, then submerged into the water.

Your head emerged and you swam over to a rock to hide your exposed breasts. Igozie appeared through the clearing, flanked by Nanisca and Amenza. Nanisca spotted you first and her eyes grew comically wide. You stifled a laugh.

“Princess! I see we had the same idea to cool down from this heat”

“Looks like I beat you to it” you spoke to Nanisca but your eyes were fixed on Izogie who was looking anywhere but directly at you

Amenza spoke up, “We can go to another part of the river, we won’t disturb”

“Amenza please, you can all join me”

Nanisca and Amenza exchanged pointed looks

“I’m sure Izogie would love to join you, us two would just bore you to death. Right Izogie?” Nansica nudged Izogie and Igozie glared at her

“Hmmm…I guess I can keep your company, but not for long”

“Good it’s settled” Nanisca and Amenza found their way out of the clearing to another part of the river, leaving you and Igozie alone - in a staring contest.

Izogie broke first and took a seat on your blanket,

“You look like you’re up to something” she crossed her arms over her chest and her biceps bulged. Your felt hot all over, even with the water rushing by your naked form

“I’m not” you giggled at her stern expression, “look in the basket, I got your favourites”

Izogie peeked into the basket and was delighted to find you really knew her favourite. She plucked a fruit and took a bite, then spoke around it,

“Listen, the other night, I may have crossed a boundary with you and for that I must apologise”

“There’s no need to apologise Igozie”

Without thinking, you started to step out of the river. When Igozie noticed you were indeed naked she whipped her head around in the opposite direction before you could fully expose yourself. Once you were fully clothed again, you sat beside Igozie on the blanket.

“You can turn back around now” you picked at the end of blanket, ‘I have a proposition for you”

“And what might that be?”

You took her free hand and placed it on your soft, damp thigh.

Izogie squeezed

Your core jumped

You cleared your throat, “Izogie I want you to take me”

“Huh?” her jaw dropped

You couldn’t help but laugh,“Why are you so surprised? You asked me who my heart belongs to because you knew I would say you. And if I’m not mistaken, you feel the same”

Izogie’s hand squeezed even tighter

“Princess, you ran from me, not that it matters anyway because it is forbidden for us to be together”

“Ofcourse I know that. I’m not asking you to commit to me. I want you to lay with me, just once, before I’m married off to some man who I will never burn for the way I burn for you”

Izogie’s expression softened. She withdrew her hand from your thigh and lay it on your chest to feel the way your heart hammered against your ribs- for her.

“Don’t you want to know how I feel?”, you drew impossibly closer, kissed behind her ear,

“Aren’t you tired of following the rules?”

“I…”

You lay your head on her shoulder, breathing hard

“I am sorry princess, truly.”

She left you there, feeling for the first time that your mission was impossible.

The vibrant sounds of the drums moved through your body as you rocked to the rhythm. The floor of the training ground had been transformed into an immaculate floor for dancers to entertain the party. It was King Ghezo’s birthday which meant you would be paraded around to the royal guests by your brother. That’s how you found yourself hiding by the Agojie quarters, hiding from your brother and watching the festivities from a distance.

Your solitude is interrupted by two strong arms wrapping around you from behind.You nearly jumped out of your skin. Her. She tucked her chin on your shoulder.

“Why are you hiding princess?”

You felt your blood boil. You threw her arms off you, spun around and poked her in her chest, hard.

“I’m not hiding Izogie, you are” you felt your jaw clench because she had the audacity to smile at you

“I know I’ve upset you, but you just don’t understand. I can’t betray years of giving my life to the Agojie just for one moment of-”

“How can you be so mean to yourself? Nobody would ever know if we did it. I mean it would be okay if you didn’t have feelings for me too, but you do! You look at me like I mean the world to you yet you won’t allow yourself to act on your feelings for once in your life! Is anger the only meaningful emotion to you?!” you hands shook at your side and you had to force yourself to take deep breaths

“I didn’t come here to fight, I brought you something - a peace offering” Izogie reached up to wipe a tear from your cheek then pulled out something shiny from her pouch.

A bracelet, silver like the sword you had gifted her, with the first letter of your name inscribed.

You allowed her to place it on your wrist, then stepped away back into the light of the party before you did something stupid.

Just then Prince Annade approached you and asked to dance. You were ready to let him down gently when you remembered Izogie was still watching you. It was petty, you knew that, but how could you resist a chance to sting her the way she had stung you. If your words couldn’t move her, maybe jealousy would.

You let him lead you to the dance floor. Three dances later and you were actually enjoying the prince’s company. He wasn’t Izogie but he was witty in his own way and he knew how to make you laugh.

When the final song began to play, the prince pulled you in closer to him, his hands low on your hips. While you danced, Izogie was nowhere to be seen so you assumed she had stormed off. But as you gazed into the night sky you spotted something.

Standing on the roof of the palace, far above the crowd and shrouded in darkness. You recognized her silhouette. She knew you could see her.

She pulled a bow off her back and pulled out an arrow. Carefully, she placed the arrow in the bow, aimed for Prince Annade’s head but didn’t let go.

The message was clear- she could kill him if she wanted to.

The signals didn’t get more mixed than this.

And 1

You had enough of playing cat and mouse with her, so you sat down with your quill and began to write,

To my sunshine Izogie,

You are bright and unreachable.

And you have burnt me with your rejection.

My cousin has invited me to stay with her until the summer is over.

She will come get me tomorrow.

I saw you last night, even covered in envy, you are so beautiful it hurts.

This is your last chance to see me before I am married off.

If you love me Igozie, please find me.

Yours Truly,

Your princess

You followed the familiar route to Izogie’s quarters and slipped the letter under her pillow while she and the other Agojie were in the bathhouse. Deep down, you knew you needed her forever, but you would settle for just once.

…

The carriage rocked gently as you and Faraja started the long journey to her home. You watched the scenery outside, actively distracting yourself from the fact that you were moving mile by mile away from the one you loved. If you felt a little sick, you were going to blame it on the occasionally rocky movements of the carriage- not the way your stomach was twisting.

“Cousin, is everything okay?” Faraja placed a gentle hand on your thigh

You opened your mouth to answer when a knock on the carriage door interrupted you. You ignored it.

“I just-”

The knock sounded again.

Faraja slid the curtain on her side of the carriage and you couldn’t stop your mouth from hanging open at the sight in front of you.

Riding a horse alongside the carriage, was a dishevelled looking Izogie. Faraja squealed with laughter and kicked her feet into the air, clutching her sides.

“Faraja, if you don’t mind stopping the carriage, that would be great” Igozie said exasperated.

Wheezing out her words, Faraja instructed the rider to stop the horses.

You were still without words.

“Princess, I got your letter and I believe we have some business to settle before you leave with your cousin”

Faraja sucked her teeth, “You didn’t know this an hour ago?”

You finally got your bearings enough to speak up, “It’s okay Fara, I’ll go back with Izogie and my brother can escort me to your palace tomorrow, I promise”

Faraja looked unconvinced but she helped you down out of the carriage and Izogie hoisted you up onto the horse and settled you in front of her. You said your goodbyes and Igozie steered the horse in the opposite direction at a leisurely trot.

“My princess, I find myself needing to apologise to you more than I’d like to”

“It’s okay Izogie, really. I knew you were stubborn when I met you”

You saw the city come into view but Igozie took a detour to an area hidden in the thick forest. There in a small clearing was a gazebo, with vines wrapped around its beams, two lit candles and a thick blanket on the floor.

“Oh Izogie” you spoke softly, as if you were afraid to disturb the delicate bubble the two of you were in- your own world.

“It is not nearly what you deserve but it’s the best I could do to keep this a secret”

Izogie helped you down off the horse and led you to sit on the blanket by her side. Your skin practically buzzed in anticipation.

Neither of you made a move. The stars sparked in the night sky above you. The world stopped, perfectly still for the guard and the princess- forbidden lovers.

You broke the tension first. You took hold of her face and pulled her in. Her lips met yours in a slow, sweet surrender. She pulled you in by your waist, slipped her tongue into your mouth. And you let her.

It started to rain

You savoured the feelings, grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her closer, straddled her lap. She grabbed handfuls of your ass and pulled your core flush against her, warm even through your clothes.

She pulled back panting, wanting, holding herself back

“You said you wanted me to take you, yes?”

You didn’t need to be reminded of what you said, you needed her to do what you asked.

“I did”

“Only thieves take what is not given. What you have here” Izogie ran one nimble finger slowly up and down your covered slit, “is precious, it must be earned”

You nodded, barely hearing her over the blood rushing in your ears. It felt like every nerve in your body was on fire under Izogie’s gaze.

She kissed and licked and nipped her way down your neck to your chest, then slowly unwrapped your top, baring you to her. Leaving you at her mercy

She took one dark nipple into her mouth and sucked sweetly, swallowing like she could really feed off you.

You wailed pathetically and grabbed at the back of her head, holding her in place

“Ah ah, please Izogie, please”

Izogie pinned you with a stern look, then took the other nipple and massaged it with her tongue. The sensation shot through you like lightning, your chest made a desperate arch, like the bow Izogie pulled in her jealousy. She let it go when your cries got louder.

The wind pounded the rain harder into the roof of the gazebo, the rhythm of the bursts of rain matching the pulsing of your walls. Igozie used one hand to position you on your back on the blanket.

You helped her strip you completely.

Izogie sat back between your legs and saw you. She was always looking at you, but for the first time she could see you. The blazing want you held for her all those years. She needed to taste you.

She leaned down and sucked a bruise into the skin at the junction of one thigh then the other.

The wind howled

You bucked up into her, chasing release

She blew a cold breath onto your quivering core

Gave a kiss to each lip

“Come on baby, don’t play with it” you whined and spread your legs open impossibly wider, your hips ached deliciously with the effort of it

Izogie finally had mercy on you, she lowered her mouth to where you were weeping for her, looked up under strong brows and whispered into your core,

“May I have you princess?”

“Yes Izogie”

end.

#izogie #izogie x reader

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purrplegyuu · 1 year ago

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Cold | Choi Beomgyu

Index

Chapter three

Warnings: unhappiness, slightly angst, soft beomgyu, abusive mother, swearing. omg the softest chapter eveeer

Word count: 1.4k

Taglist: @arianap23e, @haatohwa

I don't know why is it soooo soft, I don't like it ughhh. Like this is a dark story. Anyways, the following chapters are gonna be waaaay darker (i mean i hope). I kinda like soft Beommie tho...

Let me know if you find any kind of mistake, i'm not a native speaker and this helps me so so so much ^_^

Also let me know if you want to be added to the tag list, if you want to suggest an event to happen on next chapters or if you have any question about any detail. Luv yaa (●'◡'●)

I’m not happy. I know that. I know I will never go to school with a bright smile on my face like Jiwoo, because unlike her, I don’t have anything that makes me enjoy sitting on an uncomfortable chair for hours, looking at the professors as if I am paying attention, and talk kindly to my classmates as if I don’t hate them so much.

I even started to believe happiness is a vile lie American series have shown to us.

However, lately, these bad feelings have been increasing. And dad knows that.

That’s why he came home early on a saturday night and announced that we were going on vacation to that pretty house on a lake that his mother left him as an inheritance.

“You okay guys?” He asks while driving, looking at me through the mirror. I smile slightly at him, nodding. “Gyu, I heard you got really good grades again. Bet your mother is really really proud” Beomgyu looks at him back, quiet, and totally ignores him.

The awkward aura all over the car now, as dad looks at Beomgyu’s mother, scared of making his relationship even worse. He has tried thousands of ways to get along with Beomgyu, but the boy sitting by my side never really cared.

Once we arrive, dad gets out of his car, stretching his back. I look at Beomgyu. He really hates my father. At least that’s what it looks like—he gets even darker when our parents are close to him, doesn’t even smirk at any kind of jokes and doesn’t say a single word until they are far away again.

But today, he looks even more dark than usual, which makes me feel a bit scared.

I get out of the car when he does. I see his mother running towards my dad in order to enter the house with him.

We both stand in front of the house quietly, looking at the way our parents play like kids with their luggage as they take it in the house. They really look like a young couple. However, I find it a bit weird, but I guess it is just because I never liked her.

I look around. There are so many memories from my childhood—the garden full of flowers I planted when I was five, the rustic oven I used to make pizza in when I was eight, the lake where I learned how to swim when I was nine. But everything looks just too old and dirty—it’s been seven years since the last time we came here, it’s been seven years since the last time I enjoyed being in such a place… it’s been seven years since I last saw her.

I walk through the trees until I have reached a certain place. A small dock made of old wood, mouldy and poorly stable. Hundreds of drawings all over one of the wood tiles—’Jeongseo’ on top of everything, followed by ‘Namhyuk’ and ‘Dami’.

I really miss those times.

By 6 p. m., dad calls me to the big dock in front of our house.

“Gaeum, honey, could you please go get the meat?” Beomgyu’s mom smiles at him, and makes a disgusted face when she turns around. Dad’s on the white boat his father used to drive right before dying three years ago. Everything I can think about when I see it, is him swearing he will never use it again because it was his dad’s, not his.

“We’re taking Luna on an expedition” he says. I can see the happiness on his face. Luna is the name grandpa gave his boat. “Remember when we used to go to the other side of the lake?” I nod. “Well, we are going to go there to take the dinner tonight” a big smile on his face makes me force myself to smile although I’m not happy or excited.

“I will go get a sweater”

When I get in the house, I don’t see Gaeum in the kitchen, which I found a bit weird, but don’t really pay attention to it. I go to my room, take a pink sweater and try it on in front of the mirror. I’m wearing a long-sleeved dark shirt which is supposed to cover me up enough to make me feel warm, however, the short jean skirt makes it hard for me to get warm. Even with a big coat, and in the house, I’m trembling.

However, I get out of my room, holding a white blanket, and stop walking when I hear some noises in Beomgyu’s room. The door is closed, so I cannot see anything, but I don’t also see any light under the door, even though it’s 6:30 p. m., and it’s very dark already.

“Don’t be fucking dumb” Gaeum’s voice sounding so different—meaner, unlike her usual fake sweet voice tone. “Could you please think a bit? Ha, you’re almost an adult, why would I have to ask you to not be so dumb?” The door of my room closes strongly due to the air running through my open window, which makes me jump, touching my chest. No more sounds in the room makes me feel scared someone can catch me, so I walk back to the door.

Gaeum gets out of Beomgyu’s room, and I look at her, trying to look as natural as possible, holding tightly my blanket, faking a blank face to her like I didn’t hear anything.

“What?” I ask when she keeps looking at me. I even impress myself with my almost perfect acting.

“Are you ready? I’m asking Beomgyu if he is also ready” I look in his room. He’s not visible from outside, so I just nod to her, going down once again.

Some minutes after that, Gaeum gets on the boat, giving dad the things he asked for and his coat. Beomgyu walks behind her, blank face as always, and doesn’t look at dad, just gets in the boat and sits by my side.

Dad knows perfectly how to drive the boat, so he does it while we all try to warm ourselves with our coats.

The place we and Beomgyu are sitting is lower than the place our parents are at, so they can’t see us unless they go down.

That’s why he puts his hand on my thigh, caressing it as we’re alone over there. I look at him, looking at the lake deeply. His soft hair moving with the air, his face even prettier than ever, flawless skin, and some red marks on his cheeks like he has just cried.

“You don’t seem that happy” he says, still looking at the lake.

“I never look happy” I say, jokingly. Spending so much time with Jiwoo has started to affect me. But he doesn’t laugh. The silence makes me want to be sincere with him. Guess he has this effect on me. “I don’t really like here” He turns around to look at me, almost surprised at my words. It’s a pretty and almost paradisiacal place. Why wouldn’t I like it? “Everything I can think about when I’m here is her… the last time I saw mom”

We stay silent for a few minutes, weirdly enjoying each other’s company.

Then, he talks once again. “I know you listened” his husky voice should make me feel scared, however, his hands touching me so softly, his head against mine, his arm around me, his body warming me up… I can’t be scared even if he says he will kill me after that. And I wonder if that kind of scenes are the reason I love him so much even when he treats me so wrong most of the time. Maybe I don’t love him, maybe I just love the way he treats me so wrong, but sometimes, he acts like he loves me back.

I don’t try to deny it. He knows me well. The voice tone he used isn’t even doubtful. He knows I listened.

“Don’t want to know why was she so mad?” Weirdly, everytime he doesn’t use pet names, it’s just because he’s treating me well.

I look at him quietly. I find it a bit acted the way he fakes peace, like it doesn’t really bother him. His eyes a bit red, like his nose and cheeks.

“She found out I’m fucking someone” He flashes a bit more than usual. “, and scolded me for not using condom” His eyes shiny, and can feel like he’s being forced or something like that. However, I don’t say anything.

I never say anything.

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 2 years ago

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A Birthday Date With Mikey

SUMMARY: How Mikey spent his birthday with you ♡ WORD COUNT: 1.4k (phew)

WARNINGS: Toman Mikey (lil 15 year old guy lol), semi-suggestive at times, lots of domestic fluff and kisses, mild angst/panicking near the end because apparently I need my angst in every single thing I write for myself.

A/N: Since it is our favorite Mikey’s birthday today (the wording in that I’m-), I thought I’d write a little something (instead of doing my summer homework lol- school starts in a little over a week, I should be doing it-). But anyways! Hope you enjoy! (Can’t believe the guy is turning 32... Lol.) A/N PART 2: This is probably chaotic and OOC but! I wanted to write a fic for Mikey. So yes <3 Also the ending is a mess but I don’t want to change it soooo- yeah. A/N PART 3: Originally posted here

Mikey let out a soft yawn, rubbing at his eyes a bit as he answered the door. “[Y/N]...?” He mumbled before he wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you happily.

“Hey, Mikey.” You smiled softly as you wrapped a gentle arm around him, rubbing his back. “Sleepy?” You laughed a little as you pulled away slightly to look at his face. “You really need to get more sleep... Maybe you should have the meetings end earlier.”

“No- A gang needs its meetings to be at night.” He huffed softly at you, dark eyes almost begging for you to understand.

You rolled your eyes a little. “Yeah, yeah, I get it, Mikey. Now, c’mon, let’s go to your room.” You were probably the one to have remembered his birthday, Mikey himself didn’t think too much of it.

You hummed softly as you held Mikey’s hand, walking to his room. Well, it was mostly full of Shinichiro’s stuff, but... It was nice. You had been friends with Mikey and knew Shinichiro that way... It was comforting to see that his memory still lived on. You then shook your head slightly to clear those thoughts. Today was for Mikey. Though, the birthday boy seemed more asleep than anything.

“Mikey, love...” You gently poked his cheek. “You need to wake up. I have some stuff planned for today; c’mon.” You sat down on the bed, dragging him down beside you. “Would a kiss wake you up?”

That got his attention. He leaned in to you, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Mhm... Lots of kisses.”

You laughed softly before leaning in, peppering gentle kisses over his face before kissing his lips. “Good enough?”

“One more.” You smiled softly before indulging him.

“Now wake up, c’mon.” You ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it slightly. “I’ll do your hair for you, too, while you try to wake up more.”

He nodded sleepily before just letting you, which you soon finished (it wasn’t the first time you fixed his hair up for him—and probably wouldn’t be the last).

“There. All done. You can change out of your clothes, can’t you?” You raised a brow as you watched him. “‘Cause we’re going somewhere today.”

“Really?” He blinked up at you, almost like a small child before he grinned playfully. “You sure you don’t wanna see me changing?”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. “I would, but I know that if I do that, we’ll never be able to go out. So shush and go change. I’ll wait outside.” And with that, you walked out.

Mikey quickly got himself dressed, wondering what was going on. Now that he thought about it, you had dressed yourself up a bit differently than usual... More pretty. He shrugged to himself before walking out, rubbing the last bits of sleep from his eyes. “[Y/N]-channnn- where are we going?”

You gave him a smile as you grabbed his hand, almost skipping as you walked out. “You don’t remember what today is?”

That made him pause. What was today...? But before he could think of it any more, you started running, forcing him to run after you.

He quickly caught up to you, but you just continued to sprint, soon reaching a cafe—one that you knew he liked. “Here we are,” you panted a bit, but soon caught your breath. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was just as normal; a little run didn’t tire him out.

“Why are we here, though?” He blinked slightly at you.

“Well, if I told you everything, that would ruin the fun.” You blinked back at him before a teasing look flashed in your eyes. “And that would make things boring.” You shrugged slightly before walking inside, grabbing his hand as you did so.

You hummed softly as you ordered two parfaits, a happy smile on your face. Your boyfriend was just confused, but happy to see you happy—and that you had remembered him saying that he loved parfaits here. Last time he went, the cup had been filled completely. And also? It didn’t cost too much, either.

As you got the two parfaits, you nudged him toward a booth. “Go sit.” You followed after him as he sat down, placing the parfait in front of him before sitting down in front of him.

You watched fondly as he started eating, a content smile on your face as he let out soft exclamations of happiness. It was cute, after all.

After you both had finished eating, you brushed a finger over his nose, getting a bit of cream. “...Anyways. I just wanted to give you something, since it is your birthday, and all.” A faint smile flickered over your lips as you watched his eyes widen.

“It’s my birthday??”

“Yes, you dumb child,” you laughed softly, poking his cheek. “It’s your birthday. Do you think I would do all this without reason?”

“...Yes. You would.”

“I’m not like you, love.” You shook your head in amusement, before letting out a soft sigh. “I just, wanted to give you this.” You pulled a small box from your pocket, before giving it to him. “I dunno... I just thought we should match.”

Inside the box, there was a small silver bracelet, with both of your initials surrounded by a heart. You watched his reaction, uncertain—was this too much?

Before your thoughts could spiral down, he looked at you with a soft, almost uncertain smile. “I... I love it...” He whispered, glancing down at the bracelet again before sliding it on. He marveled at it. “Must’ve cost a lot...”

“Mhm... But, but, that doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy.” You smiled a little at him, searching his gaze; was he really happy, or trying to placate you?

“I love it. [Y/N], don’t you dare try to think otherwise.” He let out a soft huff before getting up, walking to your side and sitting next to you, giving you a small kiss.

Your eyes softened as you nodded. “Mkay...”

“Now, put yours on.” He let out a soft grumble as he waited.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed softly as you grabbed yours, putting it on your wrist. “There, happy?”

He nodded slightly before grabbing your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your bracelet before moving to the palm of your hand, licking it a tiny bit—just enough to make you squeal. A playful glint was in his eyes as you pulled your hand away.

“Mikey- Ew!” You laughed again, shaking your head. “Don’t do that-”

“We’ve done worse-”

“No we haven’t, stop trying to act like we did something.” You let out a soft huff, shaking your head a little. “And anyways, if we keep on being this loud, we’ll get kicked out.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh hush.” You rolled your eyes a little before leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Anyways. Happy birthday, Mikey.”

“Mm... Thank you.” He paused for a moment. “..Would you laugh at me if I said that I almost said ‘happy birthday to you too’ to you?”

You let out a soft snort. “Mikey, I-”

“You’re laughing-”

“No I’m not-”

“You are-”

And with that, chaos ensued and you were yelled at/almost kicked out. Though, you had a fun time, and that’s what counts, right?

BONUS:

Hina and Emma were watching over the two of you with a happy smile.

“See, I told [Y/N]-chan that they’d be okay.” Emma shook her head slightly. “Mikey’s head-over-heels in love. They could literally punch him and they’d be fine.”

Hina winced slightly as the memory of her slapping Mikey came up. “Well... I mean, he wouldn’t hurt his friends, and [Y/N]-chan is also a friend...?”

“True, true, but [Y/N]-chan is special. Like, anything is okay.” Emma let out a soft laugh. “C’mon, I got some good pictures... Let’s give them to the guys, yeah?” Her eyes glimmered mischievously.

“Emma-chan, I don’t think that that’s-”

“It’ll be fine, Hina-chan! He won’t do anything, don’t worry.” Emma smiled happily before getting up, grabbing Hina’s hand and skipping away. Thankfully, Mikey didn’t see them go... Though he definitely was confused when people started complimenting his partner that they were “really going for it” and that they “were a good partner for him.” Like- where did that come from? (Someone (probably Mitsuya, Takemichi, or Draken) eventually showed him the pictures of you two... That did not end well-)

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chuluoyi · 1 year ago

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Pity 60?! ALMOST THERE! You can do it! 🥳 2 ?! Goodness how even 😭😭 The lowest I got was 6... Not any better but 2 is so close to being flat broke...

Yeahhh her dad is such an ass Maxi is the sweetest! And she's got a super hot husband now so I guess she DID benefit from being married off 😚 Oh I've read that too! Edna is such a girlboss I love her! It's different from the normal damsel in distress kind of Female lead, and it's really refreshing. What else have you read?

I hope so! But I'm still 18 and I wanna enjoy being single hahaha! I've seen my friends cry and weep over guys and I feel like I want to stay unburdened by the weight of a relationship till I'm like 19-20-ish? Thanks Chu! haha it's getting super rainy where I'm from... It's so cold istg...

Ahaha! I'm not THAT young. But I do agree that my watchlist is soul-sucking dhdhdh. Though, there's something about sad animes, don't you think?

HAHAHA you're young too! And you finished Naruto during your summer break?! Omg just how much did you watch per day you're amazing.

Right?! We deserve to know, Gege! Have mercy please was killing off our 3 JJK daddies not enough-

Hmm I honestly preferred the old art, even if the animation wasn't on par with Mappa's. I did pick it up after awhile, but Instagram spoiled me so I lost motivation after 2-3 episodes of season 4... I should really delete all social media accounts before watching a new anime...

Oh no is he okay HAHAHA was the ending that sad I'm slightly tempted to binge the rest of AOT after my exams are over hmm... How could he?!?! Gojo dying is one of the few anime deaths that shook the world 😭😭Or is he just jealous 🤭

Omg a fellow monkey! Sugu's monkey cult is expanding- Ngl I would gladly be a monkey if it means I can get slightly closer to Suguru-

Also I've received your TOT req!! The bakerlon card is legit so cute ahhh 😫😫

-🪩

i… gave up🥲 seems like there’s no hope for me 😩 i’ll wait until next year then and save the s chips i get from the monthly pass for the upcoming events🤧

HAHAHAH the benefit is right there!!🤭 i love maxi’s progress though and YES I LOVE EDNA SO MUCH omg she’s so badass, takes care of her own shits and the plot twist is soooo omg i finished that manhwa on one night and was left sooo full😩 it was one of the best manhwas for me

hmm i think i’ve read quite many arranged marriage stories but suddenly i can’t think of any of them🥲 but another great manhwa i read is unholy blood! i love hayan sm she’s also badass and her romance with euntae drives me almost insane bcs of the slow burn🤧 but it’s so so great by the ending i was sad to let it go. have you read it?? and do you have any other recs?

so true! i honestly don’t think there’s any benefit for us to force ourselves to have a boyfriend/girlfriend that early (especially if they say it’s for the status—a classmate of mine once told me that she was dating this guy just to know how being in a relationship was like💀 she’s messed up) because in the end, we are looking for the real thing. the real thing doesn’t come easily, it takes time. fyi my current boyfriend is my first bf, we started dating just last year, which means i have my first bf at 23🥹 and i’m so glad i heed my mom then, that it’s no use to have boyfriends when you were still in high school or college as chances are they are still immature themselves.

but if you do find someone who is good in school, then it’s okay to try! just don’t be discouraged if you don’t because nah we need the true ones😉

(aw sorry to come off as lecturing i can’t stop myself but my mom’s advice is what saves me🥹 and i really do think it’s so good)

me too!! it’s rainy and cold nowadays *sigh* but at least it’s not as hot?🥹

THERES 🗣️ SOMETHING 🗣️ ABOUT 🗣️ ANGST 🗣️ that made me feel like i want to jump out of the window yet satisfied my inner soul at the same time🤧🤧🤧

HAHAHA i felt old bcs now i’m paying for my own bills and impulse buying😭 JSJSJS nono i watched naruto from eps 300 onwards actually🥹 still, that’s quite a lot 😭 but yeah, i could watch at least 5-10 eps per day back then 🥲

PFFT DADDIES so true 😔😔 *sigh* my life has never been the same ever since that gojo sukuna fight. i started looking for spoilers (i didn’t follow the manga before), installed twitter and reading theories. my heart used to be thumping so hard each time i went over the spoilers you know? like i know gojo was going to lose somehow but i hope so much he didn’t and then when chapter 235 dropped and gege took a break i was like “!!!!” only to 236 to reverse it in the most brutal way💀

ahh i see… i’m starting to think that aot is for boys😭 like most of my guy friends are like “this is the best anime of my life” while my girl friends are just bamboozled with everything🥹

he’s mourning and coping the way we do for our jjk daddies🤭🤭 save to say that karma gets him bcs he doesn’t follow the manga HAHAHA maybe both i don’t know but he gets 🙄🙄 when i swoon over gojo ahahhaha

oh? good luck on your exam disco anon!! i know you’ll do well!!🫶🏻

HAHAHAHAH OMG that’s the term he used too!!🤣 like he’s okay being suguru’s monkey just because🥹

waah! that’s good then!! the card is so CHIC but i haven’t gotten the chance to read it yet along with the side story card🥲🥲🥲 i will after this weekend i think bcs work has been so tiring *sigh*

#this is sooo long im so sorry but i really love talking to you sjsjsjjs #—chu’s mailbox 📬#💌: 🪩

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fanfoolishness · 7 years ago

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the hard work of being happy

Received a lovely prompt from @theboringbaker ! Thank you, I hope this fits the bill! 2220 angsty words of Varric x Hawke to follow.

Prompt????? So Varric / f!Hawke where Hawke is confiding some concerns about Anders' spiraling passion/obsession with mage freedom/destroying the templars being scary/too Justice-y and no longer Anders?? And Varric has a Hard Time with being the Trusty Sidekick?? I dunno maybe its requited and she realizes hes better for her or maybe its not and varric is sad?? Maybe around act 2/3 idk have fun I just love hawke/varric so much gdi this dwarf and his lovely garbage fire human

Note: occurs the same night as this realization by Min Hawke. The ending to this piece is also illustrated here.

The knock at Varric’s door was sharp, frantic. It startled him awake, his heart hammering in his chest. “Who is it?” he called, squinting towards the door in the dim light of the fading fire . He sat up and threw off the covers, reaching for his tunic with one hand and Bianca with the other.

“It’s me,” Hawke called, her voice low and thick. He stopped still. He’d only heard her sound that way once before, the night Leandra died. Fuck.

Varric left Bianca in her corner, fumbled with pulling his tunic over his head. He shimmied into the previous day’s trousers and padded to the door in his bare feet, his head spinning with possibilities, none of them pleasant. He undid the catches on the locks and pulled the door open.

Hawke was… well, she was a mess. He could smell the alcohol on her even without her opening her mouth, and her makeup was smudged and streaked. She dragged a hand beneath her eyes, wiping at tears, and blinked down at him. “Varric,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know who else to talk to.”

Varric took her by the arm, ushering her in and closing the door behind her. He chucked a few more logs on the hearth fire. “C’mon, c’mon. It’s okay, Hawke.” He led her to the table, took a seat beside her, his stomach roiling unpleasantly. This was something bad. “What’s going on? Is it Bethany?”

Hawke shook her head, her dark hair like ribbons. “It’s Anders,” she said, and brought her hands to her face, stifling a sob.

“What happened? Did he -- is he all right?”

“Yes, yes, he’s at home, asleep,” she choked out. She lowered her hands, sniffing as she attempted to compose herself. “He doesn’t know I’m here. He fell asleep tonight after we fought again, and I drank the wine I had at home, and I didn’t have anything else, so I came here and I drank more and then the bartender threatened to kick me out which I very much did not appreciate and I -- I came to see you instead. I’m sorry. I can go.”

Varric reached out, laid his hand over hers. Just for a moment. Not too long; he knew he shouldn’t linger, should only stay just long enough to let her feel his worry. He pulled away, crossing his arms. “Hawke.”

She gazed at him. “Varric.”

“Talk to me,” he said. “I want to help.” And he did, yeah, wanted what was best for her like any friend would, wanted her to be happy. He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting back jealous fantasies of helping her realize who she truly loved, declaring his feelings for her, riding off into a Kirkwall sunset (or walking, since horses were terrible).

Stupid shit, really.

He opened his eyes and saw no fantasies, just Hawke tired, frightened, needing his help. “You can tell me anything, Hawke.”

She smiled at him, and even if it was faint and watery, it was something. “I’ve been so grateful for you, Varric. You’ve never let me down.”

“Well, there was that time in the Fade,” he began with a grin.

She waved a hand at him. “No, no, it’s all right, all my friends are terrible people, I understood perfectly.”

“You want to talk?”

“Yes.” She heaved a great sigh. “We’ve been having trouble for a while. Anders is secretive now. I know for a fact he’s lied to me more than once. I’ve been getting so lonely, so angry, and tonight I finally admitted to myself….” She stared past Varric, focusing on the distant wall. “I think he might do something terrible. He’s sick, somehow.”

“Like possession shit? Like Justice gaining control?” asked Varric.

“Not exactly; at least, I don’t think it’s Justice directly.” She was pensive, calmer now, considering. “I don’t know. It’s like something in his head, in his mind, that’s still him -- but it’s all mixed up. Some days he’s so grandiose, so certain he’s going to save the world. He doesn’t sleep then; he just writes all night or spends the night in the clinic helping people or… sometimes I’m not sure where he goes. And some days his mind is so dark, Varric, like I’m afraid to look down into it for fear it’ll steal all the light I have, and he sleeps and sleeps like a dead man, and when he does wake I find him crying in the study, and he’s so lost --” She reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it hard enough her knuckles whitened and his hand throbbed. “I don’t know how to help him!”

Her hand was warm and strong as it squeezed the life out of his palm. Hawke hastily pulled it back. “Don’t know my own strength sometimes,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers.

Varric gave her a wan smile and rested his head in his hands, thinking. Forget about Blondie, Hawke. He’s no good for you, not like this. Wouldn’t you rather have someone without all that baggage, someone with his shit together? A best friend, perhaps? Just a thought. He let out a long breath from his nose, his lips thinning.

He knew the advice he’d give if it was anyone else. Not happy anymore? Talk it out or leave, end of story. But this was Hawke, this was Min fucking Hawke, and how the hell could he trust himself to be objective? The fear nagged at him that no matter what he said, no matter what came out of his mouth, that it would be angling to push her into his arms. Unfairly. Selfishly.

He knew he could do it, too. Had done it before. Bianca’s letters, triple-locked and booby-trapped, were hidden in the secret drawer of the chest that sat two feet away. Damning proof of a love that only worked through cheating, subterfuge, lies. The difference was that Varric and Bianca had always been alike that way; something he’d loved in her, something he’d hated in himself. The ends justified the means, didn’t they?

Hawke’s hands were dirty in a hundred different ways, but not this one.

He spoke haltingly. It was suddenly very important that he get it right. “Couple of questions for you, Hawke. If you want my advice.”

“And I do. I very much do. You always know just the right thing to say,” Hawke said, staring hopefully at him.

Yeah, that one hurt. “Question one. You still love him?” He stumbled over it. His mouth didn’t want to make the words.

“Yes,” she said, and there was sudden fire in her, flaring determination, brilliant passion. In the flickering light from the hearth, shadows deep beneath her brows and cheekbones, she was damn formidable. He nodded, mostly to himself.

“So... you definitely want to fix things. And he still loves you?”

On this she was less certain, taking a moment to answer; it tore at him. If it was me, she’d never have to wonder. “He tells me every day, even when we’re… distant. I think so. I -- I hope so.”

“Have you told him what you just told me?” He leaned back in his chair and counted the beams of the ceiling, hoping to find some resolve among the sight of wood and plaster.

“Not exactly. No. I’ve only just started to put it into words tonight, what I’m feeling, why I’m angry. Why I’m scared,” said Hawke. “Hence the wine. And the ale. And the whiskey.” She hiccuped. “Maker’s balls, that is not how I meant that sentence to end.”

“Shit, Hawke, I hope you had some water.”

She waved a hand at him. “A little. I’ll be fine.”

“So… first thing, I’d say you need to tell him. Tell him how you feel, tell him what he’s doing wrong by you and give him a chance to fix it. Second thing, have you asked him how you can help him?”

She was quiet for a minute. He looked back at her, saw her brushing her hair back away from her face. “Yes and no. I -- perhaps not exactly.”

“So ask him. Hopefully he’ll tell you. But Hawke, listen to me.”

Hawke leaned in. This close he could see her eyelashes, kohl smudged onto them; he could see a faint scar on her chin he wasn’t sure he’d ever noticed before. Her mouth was pink, pulled sharp to one side in concentration. Get it right, dwarf.

“Third thing, have you asked him if he wants to be helped?”

She pulled back, suddenly bristling, shoulders squaring. “What kind of a question is that? Of course he would want help. Why wouldn’t he?”

Varric held up his hands, heart beating more quickly. “I don’t know, I don’t know. But I think you have to ask. Just a feeling.”

Hawke frowned, troubled, swaying slightly in her seat. “Why wouldn’t he --” she said, trailing off. She sighed. “All right. I’ll ask him.”

Varric spoke again, this time before he could help it, a question that he knew he shouldn’t be the one to ask. He asked it anyway. He couldn’t seem to control his voice -- did he really sound that way, so plaintive, so open? “Are you happy with him?”

She scrubbed at her eyes with her hands, fighting back tears again. “I don’t know anymore, Varric,” she whispered.

“Then you don’t have to stay.”

The suggestion hung heavy between them, thicker than the firesmoke or the darkness at the edges of the room, beyond the light’s touch. For a moment, neither of them spoke. For a moment, he knew, he knew, that he had revealed everything, dropped his cards face up into her lap, might as well have gone ahead and breathed into her ear I love you, Min --

Then the moment broke. Hawke tilted her head to one side. Leaned back, regarding him. “I know.” She took a deep breath. “But if anything happened, if I left without trying and he hurt himself -- I could never live with myself, Varric. Like I can’t forgive myself for Mum. And Carver. And Bethany.”

“Bethany’s fine,” he tried to protest. “It wasn’t your fault she got sick.”

“Being in the Wardens isn’t fine. Not for Bethany. If I hadn’t brought her down there, she’d still be here with me, not far away and hating the nightmares and the killing and the darkness. And as for Mum and Carver, if I could have done anything to save them, Varric, I would. If I can save Anders, if I can save the man I love, then isn’t a little unhappiness worth it?” She was panting now, luminous in the firelight.

Varric just looked at her. The man I love. The words thundered, roaring in his ears. Right. Right.

He smiled at her. Hoped she didn’t see the tremor in it. Hoped she could understand that he only ever wanted her to be happy. And if this was what she wanted —

“There’s our Hawke. Fierce as hell. So go get ‘im.”

She softened. “I know you told me it wasn’t a good idea to be with him. I know you’ll say you told me so—”

Sure, if he was dead set on scoring points, he could say something to that effect. But the anguish in her eyes was real. Red-rimmed and miserable, they held a pain that made him ache to his bones. He swallowed.

“No. I’d never say that to you, Hawke. Not on something like this.”

“Mind you, you’re probably right.” She was rueful. “Still, I have to do this. I have to try. So if it goes sideways, thanks for not rubbing it in.” She pulled her chair close to his, and leaned toward him. Before he realized what had happened, she was hugging him hard. She trembled against him, warm and soft and grasping, her hands clinging to his back as if she was drowning.

He raised his arms and pulled her closer. She exhaled, slowly, her breath warm and whiskied against his cheek. He buried his face in her shoulder, reached up to stroke her hair, gently smoothed it with an unsteady hand.

Romantic scenes flashed through his head, shit he’d dreamed of, foolishly, in lonely moments. The great reveal. The heartfelt confession. Her smile, spreading slowly into a delighted beam, imagined a hundred times, a thousand. The feel of her mouth against his, the feel of her skin against his --

But he held her still and safe against him, and their chests rose and fell together, and he kept his big mouth shut. There might be a moment, someday.

It wasn’t tonight.

She left a few moments later, mostly sober now, still apologetic, Varric assuring her she had nothing to apologize for. She closed the door behind her, and Varric sat there in his chair in front of the fire, its heat stifling even though the embers had begun to die.

He should get up, he told himself; shouldn’t dwell. He hoped she could find what she needed.

He didn’t get up. His only movement was to bring his hand to his face, fingers curled along his jaw, palm pressed tight over his lips, thumb gripping his cheekbone hard. His eyes burned, but it wasn’t from the smoke.

He sat there, staring into the flames until they blurred. He sat there a long time.

#varric tethras #varric x hawke #hawke x varric #dragon age 2 #angst #secondary hawke x anders #secondary varric x bianca #min hawke #unrequited #soooo much angst guys please enjoy and let me know what you think #had too much sad fun with this one

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maximons · 3 years ago

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Can’t Stand You

Summary: Wanda and Y/n cant stand each other, so much so that their constant fighting forces Steve to take measures to put an end to it. But what happens when things don’t go according to plan?

Word Count: 5,295

Genre: Angst w/ happy ending

Requested?: No

Warnings: Suggestive language, implied sex, stabbing, drowning, mentions of blood, implied death

A/N: Yo, I went offff on this one lmao I started this thinking it was gonna be a fun Enemies to lovers and then boom, this came out, soooo enjoy? Lol Also pleaseee send some requests, I’d love to make stories with your guys’ ideas

Never stick Wanda Maximoff and Y/n L/n in a room together for too long.

Unless you want to be in caught in one of their warpaths when they leave.

The Avengers learned very quickly that Y/n and Wanda hated each other. Nobody really comprehended why, in fact when you joined the team, everyone had assumed that you and her would be fast friends.

You were both young women, you had similar backgrounds, similar interests, a similar sense of humor. On paper, you should’ve been inseparable.

But reality was a different story.

Everything had started out well enough. While you two were never best friends per say, you got along. You worked well together and could at least tolerate the others existence.

That only lasted about a month though, and then the animosity started.

No one could really pinpoint what the catalyst was. Sam had suggested it was when Wanda ran into a random woman you slept with when she was eating breakfast. Clint had thought it was when Wanda began dating Vision. Natasha disagreed with both of them and thought it started when Wanda was careless during that one mission and broke her arm.

No one knew for sure.

And they knew they couldn’t count on either one of you to tell them why. Hell, neither one of you probably could even if you wanted to.

While it was amusing to watch you two go back and forth at first, it started interfering with your work. Whenever the two of you were on missions, you two couldn’t help the snide remarks, distracting the rest of the team members who were on the mission with you. It was getting to a point where it’s a real hindrance.

And Steve wasn’t going to let that fly.

When Steve called you and Wanda into his office, you didn’t know what to expect. But it definitely wasn’t his bright idea to make you two get along.

“You want us to what!?” Wanda exclaimed, beating you by one second.

“You heard me. You two are becoming an issue, and we need to fix it.”

“You’re absolutely right, Cap. I’d be more than happy to help Wanda pack her bags.”

“Oh please, if anyone here should go, it’s you. My powers are way more useful than yours.”

“Yeah, useful for chaos and destruction. Last time I checked, one of us was a HYDRA lab rat and tried to help an evil robot take over the world. And it ain’t me, princess.”

“Well at least my powers aren’t stupid. Controlling water? What’s next, talking to fish?”

“Hey, controlling...wet things has helped me on more than one occasion.” You smirked, and Wanda scoffed.

“You’re fucking disgust-”

“ENOUGH!” Steve roared, causing the two of you to turn to him with wide eyes. Steve was always the level-headed leader, and it was very rare to see him snap like that, especially to his teammates.

Damn, you must have really pissed him off.

Steve took a deep breath, bringing his fingers to his temples in an effort to calm down. “Neither one of you are leaving the team, you are both way too important.” You knew he meant that in more ways than one, and it made you smile a little. You looked over and saw Wanda also give a small smile, which caused you to wipe yours off your face.

“So what do you want us to do?” You asked.

“You two need to get along. It’s becoming a major distraction on missions, and I won’t allow that. You don’t need to be best friends, you don’t even need to like each other, but what’s happening now needs to end.” Steve took a deep breath, knowing what he was going to say next would get a negative reaction. “I’m sending you two on a mission. Alone.”

“What!?” You both exclaimed.

“Again, you heard me. It just so happens that this mission requires both of your skillsets, you’ll need to rely on one another to get through it.”

“Sorry, do you want the mission to fail? She’s impossible to work with!” Wanda shouted.

“Sounds like someone’s projecting.” You muttered.

“I’ll project my foot up your-”

“Stop!” Steve interrupted again, this time less angry and more annoyed. “It’s either this, or you both are suspended until further notice.”

You rolled you’re eyes and threw your head back with a groan. You shifted your eyes over to Wanda and saw here cross her arms. You both knew being stuck in the compound with the other for who knows how long would be torture. Much worse than a mission would be. You both took a deep breath and agreed.

“Fine.”

The next morning, you and Wanda would meet in the hanger, where an agent would fly a quinjet to take you two to the mission location. You were waiting outside the jet, impatiently checking your watch, waiting for the witch to show up.

This is so fucking stupid.

“Couldn’t agree more.” Wanda said, as she walked in. You rolled your eyes, realizing she read your mind.

“Stay out of my head.”

“Oh please, like I’d want to go in there. Your thoughts are too loud.”

“Mhm.” You muttered, not really believing her. “Corset’s looking a little tight there, Maximoff. I’m not complaining though, makes your boobs look great.” You gave an ‘ok’ sign with your hand. Wanda scoffed.

“Where’s your orange jumpsuit and trident? You need to go back and change? I can wait.”

You shot her a blank stare. “For the last time, I’m not Aquaman.”

“Yeah, you’re not as cute.”

“Funny. Hey, did you get to say goodbye to your walking talking vibrator? Or is that what took you so long?”

“Don’t talk about him like that, L/n. Let’s just get this over with.”

“What’s the rush? Trying to hurry back for more?”

“Shut the hell up already.”

You both climbed in the jet, and took off. About two hours of annoying the hell out of the pilot later, you arrived.

“I’ll be on standby, good luck.” The pilot said, but you could tell he was just happy to get you two out of his sight.

“Alright, let’s just stick to the plan. No crazy rogue stunts again.” You said.

“That happened one time, and I remember it saving Steve’s life.”

“Don’t be dramatic, he would’ve been fine, and you ruined the mission.”

“Whatever, just stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.”

“Roger.” You saluted sarcastically.

The mission was a simple one. Go in, get the data you need, extract the weapons, and get out. The area would be guarded so that’s where Wanda came in handy. Your job was to download the data. You and Wanda would reunite to grab the weapons before bailing.

“I still don’t get why you’re here. I could have done this on my own, easily.”

“It’s in a submarine. A mile under the surface.” You deadpanned as the two of you walked up to the edge of the dock. You smirked when you saw Wanda’s face fall in realization that you were right. She’d never admit it though, so this was satisfaction enough. “You’re more than welcome to try on your own though, go ahead.” You laughed, Wanda rolled her eyes yet again.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Wanda said, waiting for you to do your thing, but nothing happened. She looked over at you, and you had your arms open, staring at her. “What are you doing?”

“We need to be close so I can form an air bubble around us.”

“What, you can’t form two?” She quirked up an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but it’d drain my energy, and this is only the first part of the mission. I need it.”

Wanda wasn’t sure she believed you, but she wasn’t in the mood to argue anymore. “Fine.” She walked into your arms, and wrapped hers around you as you closed yours around her. She tried not to notice how perfectly she fit in your arms. You had only a few inches on her, but it worked. Hugging you felt...nice. And, oh wow, have you always smelled this good?-

“Uh, you good?” You interrupted Wanda’s thoughts. She pulled her head back from your chest and looked up at you, you already looking down at her. Oh wow, you have really nice eyes-

Focus Wanda.

“Yeah, c’mon what are you waiting for?”

“Alright.” You tightened your grip on Wanda. “Ready?” Wanda only trusted herself to nod in this moment. She had to get out of your arms ASAP. “One. Two. Three.” You counted down, and you jumped in the water below. You quickly formed an air bubble around the two of you, and took control over it, pushing it as fast as you could downward.

You arrived outside of the submarine. You directed the bubble to the part of the sub that the plans said would be the least guarded. “Your turn.” You said. Wanda unwrapped one of her arms from you, and red tendrils began to poor from her hand. They wrapped themselves around the metal door, and Wanda yanked her hand back, pulling it open. Water started flooding the sub, and you quickly pushed yourselves inside. Once inside, you used the water outside to force the door back closed.

You and Wanda made your way down the hall, away from the flooded room, and towards the center of the ship, where you knew the main server would be. Wanda looked over to you and saw you smirking. “What?” She asked, annoyed.

“Nothing.”

Your smirk was still plastered on your face, and she realized. “You didn’t have to make only one air bubble did you?” She already knew the answer.

“Nah, I could’ve easily made two.” You felt a sharp elbow at your side, but you just laughed.

“You’re such a jerk. Are you trying to make this thing as hard as possible?”

“Yeah, yeah, lecture me later. It was still funny though.” You laughed again, jogging slightly ahead of Wanda. You hid your body behind the wall and peeked your head around the corner. You saw the entrance to the server room, but there were several HYDRA goons surrounding it. “Do your thing, witchy.”

Wanda walked towards the guards and raised her hands. Red beams surrounded all the agents in the room. She rose her hands, raising all the guards up and slammed them against the ceiling. They all fell to the ground, unconscious.

You rose your eyebrows and let out a whistle, causing the witch to turn to you. “Impressive.” Wanda tried to suppress the small smile that formed, but she couldn’t.

What is going on with me? I hate this woman, what am I doing?

“Just go.”

“Roger.” You ran forward, around the unconscious guards, and entered the server room. You pulled the flash drive out of your duffel bag, and plugged it in, beginning the download.

Unbeknownst to either of you, one of the guards had enough energy in him to hit a button on his belt.

After several minutes, you had everything you needed. You pulled out the drive quickly, shoving it back in your bag and ran back out of the room, meeting Wanda. “Done. Let’s go for the weapons.”

The both of you started jogging down the halls, making your way to the weapons room. The lack of guards caught your attention. “This is a little too easy, something’s up.”

“What, not used to missions going so well, huh? See what happens when you let me actually do my job?”

“Wanda, I’m serious.”

Wanda turned her head to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. She wasn’t used to you sounding serious, so it caught her attention. Before she could say anything though, she noticed your eyes go wide. You turned your head to the opposite wall, before quickly turning back to her.

“LOOK OUT” You shouted, as you threw yourself over to Wanda. You wrapped yourself around her, protecting her from the small explosion that was set off a half a second later.

The blast was big enough to throw you both into the opposite door. You managed to flip yourselves so you went from taking the impact of the blast, to taking the impact of the door, and the impact of landing in the ground.

You and Wanda opened your eyes at the same time, and your breath hitched at how close your faces were. You vaguely notice your arms are tightly wrapped around her waist, and her hands gripping your shoulders, all you can focus on were her eyes. “You okay?”

Wanda took a deep breath to calm herself, the past few moments catching up with her. “Yeah...thanks.”

You normally would’ve cracked about your closeness or how she actually thanked you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to in this moment. So you settled for “No problem.”

After a few moments of staring at each other, Wanda hopped off of you as if she was burned. Well that was nice while it lasted. You slowly rose and stood up as well.

You both headed out into the hallway. “What the hell was that?” Wanda asked. You took in the scene the explosion left behind. A large crack was formed along the submarine wall, causing water to flow in at an alarming rate. Before you can comment, several goons ran from around the corner, heading towards you two.

“Fantastic.” You muttered. Wanda’s hands and eyes started to glow red as she started fighting. You attempted to use your powers to draw in some of the water that was spilling into the ship, but doing so only made the crack bigger, so you stopped. “You gotta be kidding.” You settled for hand to hand combat and started fighting alongside Wanda.

It seemed as if you guys were winning, you were both knocking down bad guys with ease, and working surprisingly well together as a team. But of course, nothing could be easy for long.

You heard Wanda let out a yelp, you turned to see her be thrown back. Anger filled your gaze, and you went over the asshole who hurt her. You threw a punch, but he saw it coming. He caught your fist, and twisted it. You yelled out in pain, but he didn’t stop there. He took out a dagger from his belt, and shoved it in your abdomen.

“Y/N!” You heard Wanda yell. You doubled over, and the guard pushed you down to the ground, right next to where Wanda was. She immediately went to check on you, but your attention remained on the guard. He reached down to his belt again, wrapping his and around what looked to be a button. A detonator. Your eyes widened.

“Hail Hydra.” He said before pressing the button. Another, bigger explosion sounded out down the hall, you recognized it was in the weapons room. A third explosion went off down the hall behind you, that must’ve been the server room. Water was now filling the ship from all sides. Fast.

They weren’t fighting to defeat you. They were fighting to distract you.

Wanda applied pressure to your stomach, as she turned and sent a powerful blast towards the agents, sending all of them flying down the hall. She then formed a forcefield around you both, buying some time.

“Just hang on, okay? We’ll get you out of here.” You were on the brink of unconsciousness, so you could’ve been hallucinating, but you could’ve sworn you saw tears begin to form and run down the witch’s face. You gave her a small smile and shook your head.

“It’s okay.” You breathed out. Wanda began shaking her head as well.

“No, no, don’t start. Not now. We’ll get out of here.”

You knew that wasn’t going to happen. You were very low on energy, and severely injured. You couldn’t muster up enough energy to get you both back up to the surface.

But you had enough to get her out.

You reached into your bag and pulled the flash drive out, and grabbed Wanda’s hand, placing the drive in it. You closed her fist around it, and you looked into her eyes. “Get...get this back to Cap.” You said weakly.

“You can give to him yourself.” Wanda seethed out. She was getting desperate. She knew the situation didn’t look good, but she wasn’t gonna give up on you.

“I’m...sorry...for making your...life hell...maximoff” You managed to wheeze out.

“Apologize to me later, we gotta go!” She cried out.

“Yeah....you do...” With that, you used your some of your dwindling stregnth to kick Wanda away from you, causing her to lose concentration on her force field. She landed by the wall with the crack in it, water surrounding her. She looked up at you, pleading in her eyes.

“Y/n, please!”

You didn’t answer as you raised your hand towards her. You summoned water through the crack, enlarging it enough so Wanda could fit through. When it was large enough, you surrounded Wanda’s entire body with water before quickly forming an air bubble around her.

You then pushed her out of the sub, sending her towards the surface as fast as you could. After a few moments, you saw the agents flowing back into the room, guns pointed at you. “Shit.” You whispered, you turned your attention towards where your hand was pointed and held it for a little while longer. When you knew Wanda got close enough to the surface where she can swim up, you let go, and turned your attention to the guards.

You laid down, looking at the ceiling, and spread your arms out. Hands wide. You lifted you head up to look at the guards as best as you could and smirked.

“Game over.”

With that you closed your fists, and drew your arms inward. The water from the the three openings flowed in very quickly, as well as new openings forming. You and the guards quickly became submerged but you didn’t stop, determined to end it all together.

You closed your eyes.

Wanda was desperately trying to break free from your bubble, but she couldn’t. As she was getting further and further from the ship, she began to sob. She couldn’t leave you down there. She couldn’t lose you. She needed you.

And when she came about a foot away from the water’s surface, the air bubble disappeared.

She held her breath, and swam up to the surface to catch some air. Once she did, she started to swim down again. She knew it was in vain, she couldn’t get down there fast enough on her own, but dammit she was gonna try.

But then, she managed to see the ship implode.

She screamed in agony. Air bubbles flowing out of her mouth from the action. Tears began to flow out of her again, blending with the salty sea. She then gave up the fight, letting herself float back up to the surface.

You were gone.

One month later

It’s been hell for Wanda since your...disappearance. She refused to believe you were dead. She couldn’t. She had to hold on to some kind of hope.

Steve felt incredibly guilty, and it was eating him alive. You wouldn’t have been down there if it wasn’t for him. You would still be here. He became cold and distant from his team, only choosing to interact with them when it came to missions. Wanda also knew he cried himself to sleep at night, but she wouldn’t dare mention it.

Everyone dealt with their grief differently, but everyone was beyond saddened and missed you dearly.

Well, everyone except Vision.

He didn’t comment at first, choosing to comfort his girlfriend instead. He just assumed that she had survivors guilt, and not that she was actually sad about you.

And after several weeks of Wanda mourning, he made the mistake of saying that.

“Wanda, I truly do not understand your sadness anymore. The loss of a life is always upsetting, yes, but if I recall correctly you didn’t even like her. Do you not think that it’s time to move on?”

Wanda threw him against the walls of the training room. His vibranium body destroying it, but she didn’t care. Tony can dock her pay to fix it.

Needless to say, she was done with him after that.

Wanda’s new past time in the evening now was visiting your room. Tony had given her the key to it, and she’s been exploring it ever since.

And she discovered things about you that she wished she got the chance to discover naturally.

Your favorite movies, music, books. You had several framed pictures of a little boy around the room. She vaguely remembered you mentioning the death of your little brother during a team dinner one night, but she was too damn stubborn at the time to listen to a word you said.

God, she hated herself. She pushed you away for so damn long, and she couldn’t figure out why.

All she knew, was that you were gone because of her.

If she hadn’t have hated you, if she hadn’t have fought with you all the time, Steve wouldn’t have felt the need to send you on that mission...and you would still be here.

And she was starting to realize, that maybe your presence wasn’t that bad after all.

She couldn’t stand you, but she can’t stand that you’re not here even more.

She let herself fall face first onto your bed and sobbed. Sobbed for you, the memory of you, and the time she wasted with you. Eventually she cried herself to sleep, just like she had many nights before.

She was awoken the next morning by the loud alarm of the compound. She cracked her eyes open and saw the flashing red lights accompanying it.

What the hell?

She shot up out of your bed, and opened the door. Spotting Sam running down the hall, clad in his boxers, she figured this wasn’t a false alarm.

“Sam!” She shouted, and the man stopped to turn to her. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Steve says a security breech. C’mon!” With that, he ran back down the hall towards the main room. Wanda rolled her eyes, not wanting to deal with this right now, but she made her way down as well.

When she entered the room, the rest of the team were standing in a line ready to face whatever was on the other end of the door. Everyone was clearly awoken from their slumber as well, since they were all in their sleepwear. In any other situation, Wanda would find this situation hilarious.

A shirtless Steve Rogers, who of course wore American flag boxers, holding up his shield in prime Captain America mode, was a funny sight for sure.

But, she was all out of laughs, and just wanted to get this over with.

She faced the door along with the rest of the team, eyes and hands glowing red, ready for the threat.

The bang against the double doors resonated through the room. The next one was louder, the third the loudest.

Until finally, a huge blast of water knocked the doors down. The water stopped just short of the Avengers before being soaked into the carpet. The heroes cared more about the figure that was revealed behind the blast, however.

There you stood, with your head down as you lowered your arm. You took a shaky step forward, almost like a zombie, before you looked up. Your eyes widened at the sight of your friends pointing their weapons at you, ready to fight. You threw your hands up in surrender.

“Whoa, hey, I come in peace!”

Everyone lowered their weapons and hands in shock. It was you. You were back.

Objectively, you looked terrible. Your hair was matted, you looked dirty as hell, your suit was still on you, but tattered. Your suit had a small hole in the stomach, where they assumed you were stabbed based off of what Wanda told them, but the skin under it looked completely healed.

But you were here. Alive.

“...Y/n?” Steve broke the silence.

“You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You tried to joke, but no one was laughing.

“That’s because you are one...” Natasha said. “You’ve been dead for a month.”

You sighed. You remember what happened, but your journey back to the compound was treacherous, so you were beyond tired and didn’t want to deal with explaining everything right now. “Well, here I am...trust me if I was a ghost, I’d look way better.”

Wanda couldn’t believe her eyes. You were back. Not caught underwater, and not about to pass out from blood loss. You were okay. She marched up to you, catching your attention.

You looked at Wanda as she was approaching, and your eyes softened. You were glad to see that she made it back, but you knew having to see what happened to you must’ve been traumatic. And you knew it probably wasn’t because it happened to you, it’d be traumatic if she saw that happen to anyone.

But regardless, you opted to try to comfort her.

“Hey...are you okay?”

Wanda’s expression quickly shifted from awe and disbelief to anger. Was she okay? What kind of question was that? How dare you even think to ask that after what you did.

Wordlessly, she grabbed your wrist, and stormed off, dragging you with her. Leaving the rest of the Avengers behind, still in shock.

She dragged you down the hall and eventually arriving outside your room. Wanda whipped you around, and your back slammed against the door. The pain in your back didn’t compare at all to the fear you felt from Wanda’s glowing red death glare.

You’ve pissed her off more times than you can count, but she’s never looked this livid.

“Am I okay? AM I OKAY!?” She shouted.

“Um, hey...” You started, unsure of what to say.

“You. Fucking. Idiot.” She punctuated each word with a poke to you chest. “I can’t fucking believe you, you seriously managed to get yourself killed?”

“I’m not dead-”

“I’m not done!” She snapped, and you shut your mouth. So not the time to argue with her. You stood in silence, staring at her, waiting for her to keep yelling at you.

You really didn’t expect her to slap you across the face.

Your head whipped to the side, cheek stinging in pain. You groaned and brought your hand up to your face. “What the fuck!?”

Instead of answering, Wanda just slapped you across the other cheek.

“Jesus! Fuck you!” You let out, not even meaning the words that spilled from your mouth. What Wanda said next though, shocked you more than both slaps.

“Fuck me yourself. You owe me.” You looked at her, pretty sure you looked the most confused you ever had in your life.

“Huh!?” You got out, and instead of answering, the witch grabbed the front of your suit, pulling you down and smashed her lips to hers.

Your mind was running a mile a minute. You just made your way back home after a month according to Nat anyway, you had no idea how much time had passed of hell, and the woman you had just saved, the woman who couldn’t stand you since the moment you met, was yelling at you about it. And now she was making out with you against the door.

You weren’t complaining though. Subconsciously, you knew you wanted this for a long time.

And when Wanda managed to open the door, and push you inside with your lips still locked, you more than welcomed what was to come.

A few hours later, you and Wanda laid next to each other, staring at the ceiling. Sheet covering your bare chests, clothes strewn throughout the room, and sweat covering you bodies.

“Holy shit.” You breathed out.

Wanda nodded and smiled. She turned her head to look at you. “I know.”

“We should’ve done that ages ago. Would’ve saved us a lot of fights.” You joked. Wanda’s smile dropped slightly, but you noticed. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just...we spent so much time hating each other, fighting over nothing, and then I thought I lost you, and I just...” She trailed off as her voice broke. You took a hold of her hand, silently encouraging her to continue. “I just feel like an idiot for not realizing that instead of pushing you away...I should’ve been pulling you closer.”

You looked at her with a small smile. Truth was, you never hated Wanda. You weren’t entirely sure when or how the fighting started, but you just went with it, and soon enough it was a daily routine. But if you can turn back time, you’d try to stop whatever it was that sparked the fire in the first place.

Instead of voicing all of that though, you simply grabbed Wanda’s chin, and turned her head to look at you. You placed a gentle kiss on her lips, trying to ignore the salty taste from her tears.

Wanda clenched her eyes shut, and responded to the kiss by placing her hand behind your neck, pulling you closer. Afraid that if she let go this would all be a dream, and you’d be gone again.

But when she pulled away, she saw you staring at her with those beautiful eyes that she knew her dreams couldn’t perfectly recreate. You were here, this was real.

“Well, I’m here now. And I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. Not that I could anyway, because I’m pretty sure Steve’s not gonna wanna send me on missions for a very long time.” You joked trying to lighten the mood, and this time Wanda actually chuckled.

“Thank goodness for that.” She smiled. Her hand came from behind her neck and caressed your cheek. “I’m sorry I slapped you.”

“Hey, I get it. I probably would’ve done the same if the roles were reversed.”

Wanda chuckled again briefly, before her face twisted in confusion. She removed the sheet from your body, hand trailing down your taut stomach, until she landed on the area that she knew you were stabbed.

“How...did you survive?”

You sighed, your hand reaching for hers. “I’m not entirely sure. I just remember waking up underwater, and I was able to breath without a bubble which was definitely new. I remember swimming up to the surface, and dragging myself to the the shore of a beach. I removed the dagger from my stomach and I noticed the wound started to close, so I tested a theory. I summoned some water to pour over it, and boom, it closed up. Guess water has some healing properties for me.”

Wanda listened with rapt attention, impressed with the discovery of your new abilities and grateful that they surfaced when they did. She cracked a small smile though, as she realized something.

“I guess I wasn’t far off with the Aquaman comparison.”

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed and slapped her shoulder playfully. You pulled her into another kiss, the both of you smiling through it. After a few moments, you pulled back in confusion.

“Wait, what about Vision?”

“Ugh, don’t worry about him, that’s been done for a while now.”

You wanted to question her about that, but right now you cared more about being lost in her, so you kissed her again.

You knew you had a lot to explain, and a lot of conversations you had to have, and shower, but those were problems for later. Right now, you were wrapped around the woman you’ve always secretly held a torch for.

And Wanda? She realized the woman that she couldn’t stand, was actually the woman that she couldn’t live without.

A/N: Also, yes, I’m fully aware that the science behind the submarine scene makes no sense, and that an actual sub would implode the second outside water is introduced, but shh just enjoy the angst

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you

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allaboutthebooz · 3 years ago

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You Don't Know Her, Like I Do

Summary: Dean and Y/N call it quits and this is the aftermath.

Warnings: So much angst

A/N: It's been soooo long since I've written SPN and this has so much angst, but it isn't my writing if it isn't angsty. Written for my bestie @dnnwnchstr22, she gave me the song 'You Don't Know Her Like I Do' by Brantley Gilbert and the inspiration! I hope you love it! Enjoy!

P.S I'm not sure if this will be a oneshot or a mini series, so I'm not sure if I will be adding a taglist for it.

Sam walked through the door of The Bunker’s garage door hauling in the rest of the luggage from their last hunt. He normally would be mad about being left to bring everything in himself, but considering what happened, he can’t blame Dean for wanting to get away as soon as possible.

He had seen Dean and Y/N argue before, but never like this. He never thought he’d see the day that they would walk away from each other. No matter what they fought about, they always made up and loved each other. He’s not sure what changed or when. Just that now Y/N was gone, and he was at a loss of how to help his brother.

Sam left the bags by the stairs of the main entrance and heads to the library, finding Dean already sitting at one of tables with the whiskey bottle sitting open in front of him, no glass in sight. “Dean-“

“Don’t. Just leave it Sammy.” His older brothers gruff voice whispers.

“But Dean, you can’t-“

“I said to leave it alone, Sam.” Dean rattles off, voice a little louder and stern. He meant it.

“Alright, but if you want to talk, you know I’ll always listen.”

Dean just nods. Sam walks over to the same table, pulling out the chair across from Dean, and sitting with him. Dean grabs the bottle off the table and takes a long drink from it, filling his cheeks before tearing the glass away from his lips and swallowing the liquid.

He’s not sure how long they sat like that because next thing he knew, their mom was opening the main entrance and coming down the stairs.

“Hey guys. How was the hunt?” Mary asks, a smile gracing her features.

“Easy.” Dean said, not giving any details.

“That’s good.” She says, noticing the tension rolling off her two boys. Sticking her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, she looks around. “Where’s Y/N?”

Sam winces.

“Gone.”

“Oh? Did she go on another hunt by herself?”

“Nope.”

“Then where did she go?”

“Mom, just leave it.” Sam tells her, trying to hint that she should drop the subject.

“Did you two break up?” she persists.

“If you have to fucking know, yeah, we did.”

“Well.” She tips her head a bit in a ‘good riddance’ gesture.

“Whatever you have to say, just say it.” Dean snaps out.

“I was just gonna say, I think we are all better off without her. Especially you.”

“Mom, please. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sam urges, seeing Dean’s anger growing.

“What? I’m just saying…that she didn’t seem like a good fit. Don’t worry, you’ll find someone else.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Dean grits out. “You don’t know her like I do. You don’t know what we’ve been through.”

“I’ve seen enough to know that you can do better.”

“You think you’re helping, but you’re not. Y/N is my best friend and has been around a lot longer than you. We’ve been to hell and back, literally. We started in this life together because of our dads. We’ve had to watch each other die. She’s saved Sam’s life more than you ever will.”

“Dean, I was just-“

“No, I know what you were doing, but you can stop. I love her and I always will. I might not be it for her, but she’s it for me. So, if I have to let her go so that she can be happy, then so be it. I’ll do what I always do and bury it. But you” He points a finger at her. “will not say a bad word about her. You don’t know her like I do. Like Sam does. So, take your high and might bullshit and get out of my face.” He snatches the bottle off the wooden surface again and takes a swig.

“Mom, just go. You’re not helping.”

Looking like a kicked puppy, Mary sags into herself. “Okay. Let me know if you need anything.”

“We’re good.” Dean tells her, not even looking at her.

The brothers fall back into silence as their distant mother heads back to her room. After a minute, Dean stands up, bottle in hand. He chucks it at the wall behind him and it shatters, glass and whiskey flying. Sam flinches slightly. He watches Dean turn back around and lean his hands on the chair, letting a yell rip through him. He watches his big brother take a breath, run his hands through his hair as tears fall down his freckled face.

Sam stands from his place at the table and walks around to Dean. “Dean.”

“I feel like I can’t fucking breathe, Sam. It’s like she took everything that I am with her.”

“I know. What can I do?”

“Find her? Just make sure she’s okay.”

Sam nods. “Okay. Let me see what I can do.”

Dean nods and Sam pulls his big brother into him, hugging him for as long as he needs.

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h0neypjm · 4 years ago

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Confident 02 | jjk

↳ Summary: After giving Jungkook the best suck of his life he’s left wondering if what you said was true. Was it really your first time? ‘Cause Jungkook thinks you might’ve lied.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy! jk, our fav cheeky virgin reader!

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 8.8k

↳ Warnings: swearing, mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of being pressured into sex, mentions of body image, mentions of stds, Jungkook being very confused, no smut in this part

↳ a/n: here it is !!! thank you for all the love for the first part, i hope you enjoy this part ! please feel free to leave any feedback <3

↳ Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Previously...

“She said it's her first time.” He pauses, looking up at his friends' concerned faces. “I think she might’ve lied.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Jungkook groans, cradling his head before banging it on the table. The utensils on the table rattle and clang, bringing unwanted attention to his mini breakdown. Taehyung is quick to place his hand under Jungkook's forehead just as he goes in for another blow. “Ok, Jungkook- Jungkook!” Jimin giggles beside him. “Fucking stop, people are staring.”

Jungkook pauses and subtly peeks out of his long bangs, checking to see that Taehyung’s words were indeed true. He breathes out and sits up in his chair, fixing his shirt to play off that he wasn’t just having a mental meltdown.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “soooo are you gonna talk now, cause’ I have a horrible headache and you’re really not helping.”

Jungkook nods opening his mouth to speak. “Alright so uh, I met a girl last night and-”

“I thought you went home?” Taehyung shoves Jimin’s shoulder and Jungkook glares, “yeah, well that clearly didn’t happen.” He rubs his temples, “could you do me a favour and let me speak first, and then you can ask the questions. Ok?”

The two boys nod, settling into their seats as Jungkook delves back into his story.

“Alright so anyways, I saw this girl and like, I haven’t ever seen her before? She was literally perfect”. He exhales looking at nothing at particular as he continues. “Gorgeous face, prettiest lips and oh! speaking of her lips, God the way she sucked-”

Despite what Jungkook said earlier, Taehyung feels the need to intervene. “Ok as much as I love a good suck myself, I need you to stop here, we don’t need the graphics.” Jimin nods in agreement even though it’s clear he’s not paying an ounce of attention. Jungkook smirks at the memory, but it soon drops as he remembers one tiny detail. He places his hands on the table, total seriousness etched onto his face. “But here’s the kicker, she said it was her first time.”

Confusion.

“So did you or did you not take her virginity?”Jungkook crosses his arms. “No, after that she just up and left.” “Wait, fuck”, Jungkook suddenly realises, “I didn’t even make her cum”, he groans and Taehyung bursts into laughter. This finally garners Jimin’s attention, his dazed eyes squinting. “Who’s the girl?” Jungkook sighs, “if you were listening before you would’ve heard me say that I don’t know her.” Jimin leans forward,“well can you at least describe her? I pretty much know everyone who attended the party”

Jungkook doesn’t have to think that hard. “She was wearing this plaid skirt and like a white top-” Jimin’s eyes widen, “Holy shit, Y/N?! Man, Jin’s gonna kill you.” This makes Jungkook pause, thoughts running back to the text he had received from Jin. “Wait, they’re not a thing are they?” Jimin chokes, “God no, they’ve been family friends since like forever, Jin’s practically her protective older brother.”

That explained his text earlier. Jungkook furrows his brows, more questions beginning to arise and spill out of his mouth. “How come I’ve never met her and if she’s a virgin, then how- how did-”, Taehyung cuts in, “dude she’s done other things before.” More confusion. “And how would you know that?” Taehyung smirks, shrugging as he gets up out of his chair. “I'm gonna get a drink, Jimin, you want anything?” God, his head is spinning. “Sure, you know my usual.”

It was the way Taehyung spoke too casually, like your lifestyle choices were common knowledge. How the fuck hasn’t he met you, yet his friends seem to be well acquainted with your existence? “What the fuck was that look?” He focuses on Taehyung from where he orders his drinks. “Did you see it Jimin? Kinda sus.”

Jimin remains nonchalant, blowing a strand of hair out of his sight before answering one of Jungkook’s urgent queries. “Jin never introduced you to her because well…” He looks Jungkook up and down with an unimpressed look. “You would get your grimy hands on her immediately. And Then after that, It’s like she never existed ” Jungkook opens his mouth, rebuttal on the tip of his tongue. “Don’t argue with me boy, the second you met her, you already wanted her on your dick, did you not?”

Jungkook is shocked to say the least, jaw hanging open as Taehyung makes his way back to the table, drinks in hand. “Oh God, what did you tell him?” Jungkook slams his fist on the table, yet again grabbing the attention of people around them. “That is not true! I have standards, and what about you two. You guys are just as bad.” He points accusingly at the bruises peeking out of Taehyung’s loose shirt, “Look at Tae! Those hickies are probably a combination of the three girls he fucked last week!”

Jimin doesn’t want to get kicked out of the cafe, so he attempts to calm down a soon to be raging Jungkook. “Look, to put it nicely, you’re a heartbreaker, you lead girls on whereas Tae and I actually tell people we’re not interested in anything more than a hookup.”

Jungkook seems to understand where he’s coming from. He can admit, he does have quite the reputation if the amount of times he’s been slapped in the face says anything. But now, with this newfound information, he can also admit that you’ve certainly intrigued him, that was for sure.

Jungkook wants to see you again.

Not for a rump in the sheets, but rather a friendly conversation.

It was just his luck that he had heard through the grapevine that you had been invited to one of Jin’s small pool party get togethers. If Jungkook was being honest, he’s quite excited to be within your vicinity again but he knows he needs to keep his cool. Especially after the series of death threats and slaps on the neck from Jin. He shudders at the memory.

And so, Jungkook prepares himself more than he usually does. He wants to do it right this time. No flirty teasing, just friendly innocent conversation. He makes sure to carefully pick out the right swim shorts that display the thickness of his thighs. Not for any sexual gain, more so to show off the hours spent at the gym in hopes that maybe he can get you to become more interested in him as he is to you. He sounds desperate, and he’s sure you’re not that materialistic, but he has this nagging want to impress you somehow. He huffs and does a few pushups, for extra measure of course.

He’s not sure as to why his brain decided to make him act this way. You’re more or less a stranger to him. However, when Jungkook begins his short journey to Jin’s house he really lets himself think, which usually isn't a good idea.

Jungkook doesn’t know you, but you’ve definitely left an imprint in his mind which makes you all the more fascinating. It’s news to him that you seem to be very close to his small circle of friends which is probably thanks to your deeply rooted friendship with Jin. That new piece of information had been bugging him since the day he met up with Taehyung and Jimin. Surely his reputation couldn’t be the only reason why you’ve never met him. Right?

Parking his car in Jin’s enormous driveway, he makes his way up to the grand front door. Sometimes he wishes he could live a life like Jin. He grew up being fed with a silver spoon his whole life. Having everything paid for instead of rolling in the miseries of college student debt.

Once Jungkook makes his way into the large house, he sets down the drinks he had brought onto the kitchen counter and watches his best friends goof around and enjoy the summer sun with a warm grin. He chuckles quietly when Jin pushes Jimin and his perfectly styled hair into the pool. Jimin screams a slur of curses while Jin quickly runs beside a sleeping Yoongi for protection.

Slipping out of his loose oversized shirt, Jungkook scans the entirety of Jin’s backyard, looking for the face that has been haunting him since that fateful night. She’s not here. He reexamines the pool seeing nothing but the chaotic mess of his favourite people, and he sighs. Just as he prepares to step out into the blazing sun, the sound of his stomach growling stops him in his tracks.

Thinking about you made him nervous. So nervous that his stomach couldn’t bear the thought of breakfast. However, after the realisation that you hadn’t arrived just yet, makes him do a full one eighty, long strides taking him to Jin’s expensive fridge.

His head is already deep into the fridge when he hears the sound of the sliding door opening, revealing a dripping Jin with a small scowl on his face. It seems Jimin finally got his revenge. “I’m starving you got any leftovers?” Jungkook queries, his head popping out from the cool air of the fridge.

Jin grabs a fresh towel and whacks it against Jungkook’s naked back. “What’s the point of even asking when you’re already going through my damn fridge!” Jungkook flashes Jin an innocent grin and glows when he discovers a small bowl of Chinese takeout.

It very quickly dawns on Jungkook that in order to enjoy a nice warm meal, he would need to heat it up. His stomach all but roars, not used to the lack of food in its system and Jungkook wants to cry. He wants to cry and it's not from the angry hunger pains, but rather something extremely laughable. He has to use a fucking microwave.

You’re running late, there’s sweat running down your brow and you feel like your arms will fall off any second. The weight of snacks and alcohol you had brought making you stagger as you finally enter Jin’s enormous home.

The one and only thing that’s on your mind is the refreshing feeling of slipping into Jin’s pool while sipping on an iced beverage. This motivates you enough to put all the strength left in your exhausted being to speedily walk into the kitchen and throw everything onto the counter.

“AHH FUCK!” You flinch at the sudden scream, hugging your body protectively. Jungkook slowly pops out from behind the other side of the counter, his doe eyes big and wide. “You fucking scared me Jesus!” He exclaims, running a hand through sweaty bangs.

The air had escaped your lungs long before you could utter your next sentence as the sight before you has you freezing. There he was, Jeon Jungkook in all his glory. Tanned skin and taut muscle sculpted by the Gods. You didn’t mean to stare, but how could you not! Your eyes had a mind of their own. He’s glorious, every single part of him, and you’re not even afraid to admit it. Your eyes are quick to eat him up, tracing the art staining the whole of his right arm and you wonder what every swirl of ink means to him.

Jungkook coughs awkwardly, going in to scratch at his neck. You imagined he would tease you about your obvious ogling, but it never came. Strange. “Why were you hiding?” You ask, dropping your gaze from his body in order to arrange the snacks into neat piles, using it as an excuse to slowly step closer to him. “Oh! Uh-”, he scratches his head, looking down at his feet before jumping five feet into the air, a startled gasp leaving his lips when the timer of the microwave goes off.

You burst into laughter and Jungkook flushes in embarrassment. Jin had told you about Jungkook’s embarrassing fear of microwaves but you never thought you would see it first hand. You hold in the laughs that tickle your throat and try to settle him down by lightly touching his shoulder. He flinches at your touch.

“Are you okay?” You’re really close to him now. Your chest is practically pressed up against his and Jungkook gulps. How was it possible that you could look even more stunning than the last time he saw you? Your cheeks are glowing from the soft golden rays of the afternoon sun and the way you look up at him, your soft smile curling makes his head spin.

“Yeah, I’m good”, he breaks eye contact in embarrassment. “Sorry, just uh, microwaves are scary you know?” You giggle up at him. Is this really Jungkook? The Jungkook you’ve seen flaunting a new girl every week just to abruptly break her heart when he can’t promise anything more than sex?

You’re not complaining, he’s quite adorable like this.

You’re not too sure why his personality has the sudden switch up. It could possibly be the fact that he’s with his closest friends and doesn’t feel the need to put up his playboy persona. Although, the way he blushes when he looks at you plays a different story. Do you make him nervous? Surely not, if the memories of that heated night are anything to go by.

“So uh, are you gonna head into the pool?” His empty stomach is long forgotten as he gestures to the large backyard, you nod up at him excitedly. It’s then Jin decides to bust back into the kitchen, a stern gaze set on his face. “Y/N, can I speak with you for a minute?” Jungkook cautiously takes a step away from you, your bodies no longer close to each other and you notice this with a small frown.

“Yeah, sure”, you relent walking over to Jin who places a protective arm around your shoulders. Unknowingly to you, Jin traps Jungkook down with a hard stare and signals Jungkook to go outside, to which he accepts with a nod.

“I know what you’re gonna say, and no I do not see him like that”, you cross your arms defensively. Jin sighs, “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt again.” He places his hands on your shoulders, full lecture mode on. “Let’s face it, you’re a hopeless romantic, I can’t trust that you won’t do something stupid, but you and Jungkook… You’re both important friends of mine and-”

You’ve heard his overprotective brotherly speech plenty of times, “I know, and I’m so thankful that you’re looking out for me. I just don’t see the harm in befriending him, you’ve never let me speak to him before.” Jin releases his hold on your shoulders to fix the mess of his wet hair, “and there's a reason for that.”

Why was he so damn hard-headed. Jin loves Jungkook like he loves his family. It just didn't make any sense to you that Jin could approve of their friendship but when it comes to you, he completely shields you away from any interactions with the so called playboy.

“When are you going to stop protecting me from boys?” Jin senses your frustration immediately. “I may be younger than you, but I’m also an adult just like you. An adult that can make her own choices.” You exhale slowly, “You’ve let me befriend your whole group and they’ve been nothing but wonderful to me, I don’t see the wrong in getting to know Jungkook.”

Jin lets his guard down. You do have a point, maybe he was being a little too overprotective. He gives you a soft smile, you look away.

“You’re right, I am in no position to dictate your decisions and who you choose to hang around with, it was wrong of me to treat you like that. Jin looks out into the pool, watching Jungkook tackle Taehyung. “I’m sorry I was a bit too harsh, Jungkook’s a good kid, he just got into the wrong crowd at first. Although, you gotta promise to tell me if he hurts you, cause he knows I’ll beat his ass.”

You laugh accepting his apology, “are you sure about that? He’s a literal muscle pig.” You both begin to make your way outside and Jin shoves you slightly, “hey! You know I’m right.” Jin shakes his head and brings you into a comforting hug. “Yeah, yeah whatever.” He rolls his eyes, you beam up at him and together you walk out into the warm sunlight.

It hadn’t even been a second since you stepped outside, and already Yoongi’s long term girlfriend, Jieun is squealing your way. “Y/N! I’m so happy you're finally here, the amount of testosterone out here was starting to make me feel faint.” You giggle at her exasperated tone, pulling her into a tight hug.

Nonchalantly you peel off your flowy sundress, it’s stickiness from your sweat making you cringe. “I missed you last week, why didn’t you come to class?” Jiuen pouts, “I'm sorry bub, I somehow caught a cold, but I trust you have some notes for me.”

The way Jieun flutters her lashes at you innocently forces a roll from your eyes. Slathering sunscreen onto your arms, you reprimand her, “I swear you’re only using me for my notes, you literally never listen in class! Can you get my back please?”

She hums while you turn around, her small hands kneading sunscreen from your shoulder bones to the small dip in your back. Jieun continues to blabber on about the joys of life, not even checking if you’re listening to a single word she says. Instead your eyes are zeroed in on a certain someone.

Your staring is blatantly obvious but you don’t care. It’s only when Taehyung spots your burning gaze with a small smirk does he signal Jungkook to turn around to meet your flirty grin.

Holy shit

The sun does a real great job of highlighting the gorgeous curves of your body adorned in quite possibly the smallest baby blue bikini he’s seen on a woman. Your breasts practically spill out of the tiny triangle cups and the pretty colour compliments your skin beautifully.

Whilst Jungkook can admit you have one of the hottest bodies he’s seen in a while, his eyes surprisingly don't linger on your delicious curves for too long. Instead, he finds himself utterly enamoured by the way your eyes crinkle slightly when you smile prettily at him, your cheeks glowing with it.

It suddenly dawns on him that you are the first girl that has truly enchanted him, and no, your ridiculously gorgeous body had little to do with it.

Jungkook does not mind this change one bit.

So, instead of staring at you like a gaping goldfish, he matches your flirtatious body language with a boyish grin and a small wave. His previous nerves dissipating only to be replaced by confidence and polished charm. He doesn’t want to scare you off with his sudden look of epiphany just yet, but the new unfamiliar feeling you give him is surely doing exactly that.

“My, my, Yoongi wasn’t lying.” Jieun stifles a giggle when she notices how Jungkook’s attention has steered towards you and only you. You’re quick to turn around, brows furrowed. “What are you on about?”

“Oh you know… You and Jungkook”

You grimace, tired of the repeated topic of conversation. “Just because I sucked his dick once does not mean we're a thing”

“Oh really? He’s asked me an awful lot of questions about you I was beginning to think otherwise”

“Wait, really?”

Jieun has the widest cheshire grin plastered on her face, it's starting to look quite unsettling.

“Really.”

You’re thoroughly shocked to say the least. You thought your fast, fleeting blowjob, sort of, was nothing special. A usual escapade to get his daily fill. Ordinary. Unmemorable.

However, it seems to be quite the opposite.

Jieun grabs your hand and swings it back and forth, exactly like a mother would do, although she’s merely two years older than you. “I know Jin’s been up your ass about Jungkook and frankly I don’t blame him he’s still a little shit from time to time but, he’s actually quite fun to be around and honestly I think his playboy tendencies seemed to dial down a bit since he met us.” The two of you giggle quietly amongst each other, quick feet making your way closer to the pool to avoid the scorching pavement.

Your toes are the first to dip into the pool and you practically moan at the cold water melting away the blistering haze that sticks onto your skin. The water is icy at your waist and you love it. “So my advice would be not to worry about him, instead it's his little army of plastic bimbos that you should watch out for.”

“Ahh, internalised misogyny. We love to see it.”

Jieun acknowledges you with a hum as the two of you float around the calming abyss. She then swims closer to you, nodding her head into the direction of a lonely Jungkook, who lazily stares at your alluring form. “I think your loverboy over there wants to talk to you.”

Jieun swims away before you can protest, leaving you to face the handsome man before you. His eyes are round and docile, yet his stare is tantalising, it pulls you in as if he’s slowly reeling you in with a rope.

The water delicately ripples around your body when you approach him and you internally sigh in awe at the striking features of his stunning face. You want to use this opportunity to finally get to know him, and perhaps form a new friendship.

You take note of the lack of Jin’s hawk-like eyes or for better the lack of any eyes on the two of you. You’re alone, huddled into one of the far corners of the pool, your conversation private, just for two pairs of ears.

You open your mouth to speak, “So-”

“I-”

An uncomfortable silence stills the air and you both halt your words to giggle quietly amongst yourselves. God, this is awkward.

“You go first”, You offer, tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook follows the subtle movement of your fingers before taking a deep breath.

“I feel like we should discuss the elephant in the room”

You're stunned. “Huh?”

“You know… That Friday night?”

Of course you knew what he was referring too, yet you wondered why as you honestly didn’t think that night had much impact on the man.

With a raised brow you ask, “What about it?”

“I’ve just had a lot of... thoughts”

You scratch your head feeling puzzled. You’re sure Jungkook has had better blowjobs in his lifetime. Hell, Jungkook did most of the work that night. “Do you usually discuss the past hookups you have, or am I just lucky today?”

You’re teasing him, nevertheless Jungkook tilts his head back towards the sky. All he wants is clarification, only this conversation is heading down an awkward path, so he decides to spit out what’s been bothering him for the past few days.

“Okay listen, I know this is odd to say, but ever since that night, It’s like I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your ego inflates at his statement and you smirk. You knew you could suck dick well, but according to Jungkook you seem to have quite the talent.

You smile proudly, “damn, look at me go, I can’t believe I have the campus playboy wrapped around my finger.”

Jungkook scoffs, both in annoyance and embarrassment because shit, he could have worded that differently, now he sounds like the clingy girls he fucks.

“Yeah, yeah let’s not pretend like I was the only one enjoying myself here. Weren’t you the one practically begging to be touched?”

You’re amused. “Weren’t you the one who couldn’t make me cum. Yet came from their own handjob?”

Jungkook tongues his cheek and looks away. The way you speak so casually intimidates him. No girl has ever spoken to him this way, in fact, Jungkook’s the one who usually likes to tease. He can slowly feel the creeping heat alighting his cheeks and God does he hope you don’t notice.

You patiently wait for Jungkook’s reply, a sly grin adorned on your pretty face. However, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he frowns and immaturely splashes water at your face.

“Jungkook!” You sputter, wiping at your face to rid of the chlorine in your eyes. “What the fuck was that for?”

He shrugs, “sorry my hand must’ve slipped”

You don’t take that for an answer, your petty nature crawling out as you splash him back harder than he had done. “Hand slipped, my ass.”

You cross your arms smugly, a small laugh blossoming out of your mouth when Jungkook cutely rubs at his eyes.

It’s after a minute when you realise Jungkook hasn’t stopped furiously rubbing his eyes. The circular motions of his hand move so intensely that it begins to look painful and irritating. “Fuck, it stings”, he exclaims in agony.

Shit, you inwardly curse, gently touching his wrist, concern lacing your features because you didn’t think getting chlorinated water in one's eye would sting that much. You analyse his facial expressions closely and you wince at the redness surrounding his eyes from his harsh rubbing.

On the contrary, Jungkook knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s competitive and won’t back down from a fight, even if it’s just fun banter, so he continues his little scheme just for the fun of it and hides his small grin under his large hands.

You’re now slightly panicked, “fuck, Jungkook I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit the water that hard I-”

Jungkook cracks.

Ever so slowly, he peeps his eyes out at you and watches with a mischievous smirk as your face morphs from alarmed to annoyed in less than a millisecond.

You tighten your grip on his wrist and attempt to slap his hard chest with your free hand, however Jungkook’s reflexes are fast and he grasps your hand tightly, a teasing glint in his eye.

“You little shit-”

All of a sudden a loud holler is heard from the front door, rousing a relaxed Jin out of his chair as he sprints while simultaneously yelling at the ruckus being made. It’s then a stampede of both familiar and unfamiliar faces come crashing in. Some jump straight into the pool to cool off from the blazing sun while others rush to the table of assorted alcohol, desperate to get an ounce of it in their system.

Word seemed to go around about Jin’s supposed small get-together unbelievably fast, causing the once tranquil Kim Seokjin into a raging volcano.

You’re pressed right up against Jungkook’s solid chest and he surprisingly pays you no mind, even though your perky tits are deliciously pushed up perfectly against his body. Jungkook’s eyes are not settled on them, rather he pays close attention to the amount of people dangerously plunging into the pool at a fast rate.

Jungkook protectively hugs your shoulders to shield you from the rowdy party goers who definitely do not understand the definition of personal space. Your heart swells when he then delicately places your head in the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your fairly exposed body, essentially guarding you from frantic wet limbs and ignorant individuals.

You feel comfortable and safe, so comfortable that you wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while if it weren’t for the throng of college students delving into the cooling water.

Jin’s house begins to fill with unexpected guests very quickly and you wonder how Jin is handling the situation. You suppose not very well when you see him whipping people with towels, red ears making an appearance and his booming voice following him.

Jungkook wants to get out and he’s sure you feel the same way which is why he smoothly slots his hand into your own, long fingers wrapping around your hand to carefully pull you through the growing crowd of people in the pool.

Whilst pushing past a variety of college students you are met with many stares, even worse, numerous envious eyes and whispers of possible gossip. You try your best to avoid their gazes, the hard stares reminding you of the last time Jungkook held your hand to push through groups of people.

Water drips down the curves of your body and lands in little pools around you when you step out of the pool. At this point you’ve garnered even more turning heads that examine every inch of your skin closely. Their stares itch your skin and you feel akin to an animal kept in a zoo enclosure, curious eyes breaking down your confidence, you want to hide.

You usually like to pride yourself on your confidence because you know you’re hot and you know your worth. It had taken many failed relationships to build up your self love and nourish the scars and memories of questioning if you’re good enough.

You fight on and squeeze Jungkook’s hand, mostly for some sort of reassurance. It shocks you when he astonishingly squeezes back and softly rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. It’s almost as if he knows how you’re feeling.

You glance up at him shyly. Jungkook keeps his eyes straight ahead. He smiles a different kind of smile than the one he had directed to you a few hours ago. His lips are in a permanent smug smirk. His usual playboy smile. He flashes it at everyone as if he’s asking for their approval and even goes in to high-five a few people who are unrecognisable to you. You soon realise that this is what Jungkook thrives on. People, validation and his notorious reputation he’s created for himself.

Jungkook lights up at the presence of crowds, flirty smiles and people calling his name, whereas you want to crawl into your skin and run away because from the perspective of outsiders it looks like you’re just another one of Jungkook’s flings that will soon be forgotten by next week.

Well, you hope you won’t turn out to be one of them.

At last you find yourself away from the heart of the party, your dress in hand but your body still wet nonetheless. Jungkook is in the same state as yourself, droplets of water dribbling from his dark hair and onto the timber flooring. He leans into your ear, “I’ll go get us some towels, stay here.”

He’s gone before you can reply, making small conversation when he passes by various people, his boisterous laugh echoing down the halls.

You’re alone now, and defenceless at that. There’s not many people you know here, besides the few odd people you share a class with and some sleazy frat boys that hold a similar reputation to Jungkook. You want to find Jieun so you can hug her or maybe ask her if she can take you home, but she is nowhere to be found.

Fuck, You remember leaving your bag on the kitchen table, unsupervised with many personal belongings stowed away inside. Using your dress to cover the most of your exposed skin like a blanket, you stride over to the kitchen and sigh in relief when you find your bag untouched and in perfect condition.

Snatching up your bag, you grab your phone and immediately text Jieun to find out where the fuck she’s hiding, but there’s a part of you that knows she’s probably fucking Yoongi somewhere. Traitor.

Jungkook finds you to be in a completely different part of the house than where he asked you, one towel wrapped around his neck and the other draped over his arm. You haven’t noticed him yet, your frantic fingers texting a treacherous Jieun, “princess, didn’t I tell you to stay put?”

You’re startled. Switching your phone off you stick your arm out, waiting for Jungkook to pass you the towel but he doesn't. Jungkook gently pushes your shoulders so that you turn away from him and carefully wraps the towel around your body like a cape. You hold the edges of the fabric to help him hug the towel around yourself, keeping it tighter to your body.

Your voice is quiet, “thank you.”

Jungkook leans down to meet your face, “What was that?”

Even though Jungkook had been in the pool longer than you, his cologne still sticks to his skin and you kind of want to breathe more of it in, but that would be weird.

“Oh, I said thank you.”

You’re close to him again, although this time he towers over you with a look almost identical to a predator meeting its prey.

Jungkook’s eyes flirt around your face and descend. He shamelessly drinks up the swell of your breasts and whatever skin is visible amidst the fluffy towel around you. It’s strange. You had noticed Jungkook doing the exact same thing when you were alone with him. The difference though was that his looks were cursory as if he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Now, It's like a new persona had taken over him and he was ready to pounce at any sign of a green light.

He’s stuck in a trance, fuckboy tinted glasses fogging his vision.

You force out a giggle and playfully shove his shoulder, “my eyes are up here, you know.”

His reply comes lighting fast, he’s definitely been in this position before. “I know, just admiring them.”

Jungkook wants to hit himself the second his reply spewed out of his mouth. He desperately wants to reassure your unimpressed (though also very cute) face, because goddammit he wanted to be respectful. Jungkook knows he has a tendency to slip into a new personality when the right amount of people hyped him. Call it being two faced, he knows it's one of his fatal flaws.

“I'm sorry.”

He says it genuinely.

Jungkook only just got to properly meet you, he doesn’t want to give you the wrong impression! He can admit, your first ever official meeting (moreso hookup) wasn’t ideal, yet the way Jin dragged him through the mud undoubtedly made him understand that you weren’t the type of woman that should ever undergo the treatment he puts his hookups through. Scratch that, any woman shouldn’t be treated the way Jungkook treats them.

You're now fully covered under the towel, not a sliver of skin on display. You don’t know if his apology was genuine. “It’s ok I guess, I expected nothing less from you anyways.”

“Right.” He’s messed up.

You clear your throat, “I’m gonna go get changed, maybe look for Jieun unless-”

Jungkook finishes your sentence, “-she’s fucking Yoongi.”

You exhale, “yeah.”

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The voice makes you halt at its familiar tone. Jungkook doesn’t notice your growing panic as he too freezes in his spot.

No, it can’t be.

The world plays in slow motion when he walks into your line of vision. His assertive stride, smug smile and sharp eyes.

Jeong Suho.

His name explodes inside of you like a blistering fire yet your heart feels ice cold. He is the very man you have spent weeks trying to avoid and even more trying to get out of your head.

The world plays at a normal speed when he approaches Jungkook. Their facial expressions are the same, the way they greet each other is the same. They’re practically the same breed of fuckboy, born from the same mother.

“Been awhile since I’ve seen you around.”

Jeong Suho was a person that Jungkook didn’t really mind, In fact there was a point in Jungkook’s life where he would’ve considered Suho to be one of his closest friends. They were two peas in a pod freshmen year of college. Never giving a fuck about their education and always present for any opportunity to get completely wasted with as many girls they could possibly seduce. Nowadays, Jungkook would rather keep his distance from him.

On the contrary, you were one of the many girls that had fallen deeply for Suho’s alluring charm. You fell so hard, you thought that maybe just maybe there was a possibility that you could secure a future with him. Obviously that was not the case.

You thank your lucky stars that Jungkook was there to distract Suho while you make your haste escape. All you need to do now is somehow locate an unoccupied bathroom, preferably without having to walk in on someone getting it on, and then you could get the hell out of there.

You must admit, you look quite ridiculous right now. Navy blue towel wrapped tightly around your body, your small head peeking through. You could probably pass as some form of E.T cosplay right now. You don’t care if you look rude, pushing and shoving whoever stands in your way. You only have one goal and you’re so so close to succeeding-

“Wait, Y/N! Is that you?”

Fuck.

Do you run? Maybe duck behind some poor innocent student looking for a good time? You huff, you're already sticking out like a sore thumb, there’s no use in trying to hide when the enemy has already spotted you. Even worse Jungkook motions you over with a wide gleaming smile. If only he knew how much you’re dreading this interaction.

Grudgingly, you walk over, looking like an irritated gremlin with your towel still firmly secured around you. Jungkook makes matters worse by pushing the towel off your head, releasing your scruffy ball of hair. You grimace.

“I didn’t know you knew Y/N?”

Suho sends a smirk your way. You however, glower.

“Yeah we go way back, don’t we baby?”

You force a tight lipped smile, howbeit you look as if you have a mild case of constipation.

“Sure.” It comes out rough through gritted teeth.

Suho notes your frustration, a sly grin carving onto his punchable face. He turns towards Jungkook, seemingly blocking you from their conversation, yet you know Suho wants you to hear what he has to say.

“You know it’s a shame. Y/N’s gorgeous, ten outta ten body, knows how to put it to good use, however she never let me fuck her. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

Jungkook stays silent for a minute, eyeing your shaking fists and angry eyebrows. Jungkook may be dumb, but he sure knows how to read a room, thus leading him to the conclusion that your relationship with Suho isn’t something you’re very fond of and that he should probably get you out of here.

“Uhhh no, that’s not weird at all actually. What I think is weird is the fact that you think you have this sick claim on every girl you’ve defiled and even worse, you’ve always had this strange need to chase after every virgin you see like some perverted cherry picker. Yeah, that’s weird.”

Suho laughs right in his face, spit grossly tickling his skin. “That’s rich coming from you Jeon, weren't you quite the cherry picker in your freshman days, no?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what he expected from this conversation. It definitely wasn’t this.

It's obvious that Jungkook isn’t a saint, he really fucking far from it. Although, one thing's for sure, it’s his absolute hatred for the way his brain was wired in his freshman year of college. Yes, Jungkook still remains as one of the standing campus fuckboys but he’s gained a few more brain cells since then.

Jungkook opens his mouth to retort, only to be met with Suho’s back as he turns his attention towards you.

“Y/N, darling if I were you i’d make a run for it, ya know keep your chastity intact or whatever.” His smile is saccharine sweet, though his words are sickly sour.

The months of pent up anger stored within your being bubbles and overflows like a bad science experiment. You’ve quickly decided that now’s that time to expose the shitty excuse of a man, and quite frankly you don’t care that you have an audience. Actually, an audience would make this all the better.

Your finger is strong, pointing accusingly at his broad chest. “You know what you stupid motherfucker? Don’t waltz in here with that dumb smile of yours when you know you have some disgusting cheesy infection growing down there.”

Suho’s eyes widen slightly. It was no secret he was a walking STD, just about infecting every girl that was naive enough to sit on his dick.

Everyone at the party has definitely stopped to listen to what you have to say. You even spot Jin from the corner of your eye sending you a proud smile. “And while we're on the topic of cheese, Learn how to wash your fucking dick!”

You don’t let him have a moment to speak, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and pulling him out of the house.

A few people applaud, some girls praise you on your way out. You give them no mind, you’ve had enough for tonight.

Jungkook starts his car, no questions asked. It’s obvious to him that there’s bad blood between you and Suho. What you don’t know is that Jungkook can also relate.

Technically there was no bad blood between them, moreso the hurtful memories and manipulation Suho put him through. To put it simply, Suho was probably the worst influence Jungkook could ever have as a vunerable freshman.

The crunch of gravel and soft melodies that spill out of Jungkook’s radio converse with eachother and fill the defeaning silence that sits between you and Jungkook.

Jungkook doesn’t even know where he’s going, he just drives.

Every so often he checks up on you from the corner of his eye. Your knees stick tightly together and point away from him. Your fingers curl and uncurl, leaving cresent moons in your skin. And to finish it off, your face remains still, hostility completely washing over your features. If Jungkook didn’t know any better he would think you’d jump out of his car and make a run for it at the chance of him stopping the car.

It’s seven sniffles later when Jungkook decides he knows where he should take you.

The night sky is clear and the stars burn brightly to accompany the full round moon. It’s the perfect setting for release and maybe a screaming session if you’re up for it.

Jungkook makes a stop behind a forest of tall trees and a dirt path. You sit up immediately.

“Where are we?” Your eyes are rimmed with tears, “I want to go home.”

Jungkook shuts the engine off, “you never told me where you live.”

“Well you never asked!”

Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled because from the looks of it, Jungkook just wants to help you out and clearly you’re not being the friendliest right now.

You curl back into yourself, “sorry”, another sniffle.

Jungkook brings your fists into his hands and warmly opens them up. You refuse to look at him, it doesn’t deter Jungkook one bit.

Tenderly he brings a finger under your chin, gradually bringing your eyes up to his. Jungkook takes his time with you, careful to not set you off until you’re face to face with his warm eyes.

“I brought you here because it’s apparent we both need let out some pent up steam.” He drags his fingers delicately across the curve of your chin and back into his lap. His touch is fleeting, you miss it already. “I just thought you may want to vent or just shout out into the void, it’s up to you.” You nod, fully trusting Jungkook’s intentions. “And at any time you feel like going home just say the word and I’ll take you there, okay?”

Your heart swells in adoration at his caring nature, though you can’t help but wonder how he can have such a sudden change in personality depending on where he is and who he’s with. It’s unnerving.

Jungkook clicks his seatbelt off and heads out the car, “put your dress back on princess, I’ll be out here waiting for you.” You mutter your confirmation and do as he asks.

The cool summer air kisses your skin and runs through your hair as you step out of the car. Jungkook is already by your side dressed in an oversize hoodie with another in his hand as well as a fuzzy blanket.

Jungkook steps closer to you, holding the hem of his hoodie to slip over your body. Without a second thought you raise your hands causing Jungkook to chuckle at how cute you look dwarfed in his clothes.

The same cologne you smelled on his skin earlier lingers on every fibre of fabric around you. His scent is everywhere, swirling around your head, instantly calming down your anxieties. You smile at him, “Lead the way Jungkook.”

Jungkook leads you up a small hill and you notice the trees opening up to display a lush field of grass. However, the sight before you leaves you in absolute wonder. You stand completely still and take it all in.

The night sky is dark but the city below illuminates is beautifully. Your gaze bounces over all the buildings, skyscrapers and their dazzling bright lights. It’s peaceful up here, you decide as you take a glimpse of the hundreds of tall structures looking so tiny, so ant-like.

Jungkook is settled behind you, his legs comfortably folded underneath himself. He remembers what it was like the first time he saw the view, which is why he doesn’t blame your stunned silence and glazed eyes.

“How did you find this place?”

You find your way towards Jungkook and plant yourself right beside him. “I don’t know, I was just driving aimlessly one night and found it, It’s nice right.”

You hum, “it’s beautiful.”

Jungkook murmurs in agreement as you lie down on the woolly blanket beneath you. The stars twinkle and glimmer amongst the deep blue sky, creating a serene experience. You shut your eyes.

“I hate him.”

Jungkook looks down at you, you don’t see him though. “Suho?”

“Yeah”, you exhale deeply, “I can’t believe I had to see him again.”

Although Jungkook knows you can’t see him, he swivels his body around to face you properly. “Did you guys date or something?”

You scoff, “pffft you know Suho doesn’t date anyone.” You open your eyes, meeting a pair of round docile ones. You continue, “Suho was the first guy who every gave me an ounce of attention. Before him guys never looked my way. Jungkook remains silent, letting you pour out what’s on your mind.

“Suho had me fooled, I thought I was special to him, thought he saw something in me that was different from the others. Turns out that was his game after all”

You speak so animatedly, your hands wave around in the air, your eyebrows scrunch when the memories come back to you. “It’s stupid really, how I used to gush to him about finding the one person in the universe that was created just for me. I guess he used this as my weak point.”

Inhale, exhale.

“He made me believe he was that special person for me, used it as an excuse to pressure me into sex.” A tear rolls down the side of your face, falling perfectly in a straight line. “I almost gave in, but something just felt so wrong. Every time I said no he would call me terrible names, tell me that no one would want me if I never gave them what they wanted. And I believed him.”

Another tear escapes your wet orbs, Jungkook is there to wipe it this time.

“I broke it off after I found out he fucked my roommate and gave her some disease.” You chuckle, “I guess I’m lucky I never let him fuck me huh?”

Jungkook’s heart breaks at your saddened eyes and the way Suho treated you, he sweeps a stray hair out of you face. “I think you dodged a bullet there princess, what he did to you was pure evil, no one, and especially you don’t deserve that”

You sit up, wiping remaining tears and thanking him as you go, “It’s your turn now.” You pat his thigh, “tell me why Suho got you so riled up tonight.”

Jungkook shuffles in his spot, “It’s actually kind of similar to you.”

You gasp sarcastically, “no way he pressured you into sex too?”

He laughs, eyes squeezing shut, “No, no, nothing like that.”

You lean closer to Jungkook, giving him the same attention he had given you. “My father left when my mother found out she was pregnant with me, so growing up I had no male figure present in my life. My mother stopped at nothing to give me that to the point that almost every week I’d wake up and see a new man drinking out of my favourite mug. I didn’t mind it because I was only a child and some part of me always hoped they would stay, but they never did.”

“My mom was a hopeless romantic. She held so much sentimental and idealistic views on love that it stuck to me. She always told me that there was someone special out there just for me.” You smile at the similar belief, Jungkook sighs.

“Cut to college, Suho was the first friend I made. I had no experience with girls whatsoever, and I still held on to my mother’s faith. Whenever I talked to Suho about it he would always shut me down or make fun of me.”

“He told me that all my feelings are bullshit, and that I only felt that way because I’ve never hooked up with anyone before. Next thing I knew we were going to parties every week getting absolutely shitfaced and fucking every girl I laid eyes on.”

You nod, listening intently. “And tonight, he hit a nerve. What he said made me realise that I’m just as bad as him. He moulded me into this person and now I have a reputation.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop, “he broke my concept of love before I even got to experience it.”

You never knew Jungkook was in a place like this. You always thought he was like Suho, built to break hearts and show no emotion when it came to love. Jungkook was nothing like that. His heart was truly big, desperately longing for someone.

Placing your hand on top of his own you comfort him as best as you can, “oh, Jungkook, trust me when I tell you this, the love in your heart is not broken. Think about it, most people you’ve met have been through college right?” He nods, “there are so many other people out there that you’ve never met, soon you’ll be able to find that someone and learn how to love. I know you present yourself as this emotionless playboy, but once you let that part of you go it’ll feel so freeing.”

Jungkook stares deeply into your eyes, he’s so thankful that he decided to bring you here, he can’t contain his happiness.

“Can I like, hug you?” Jungkook asks shyly. You smile, and it’s so big and bright Jungkook might as well be staring at the sun. Before he knows it, you’re tackling him into the most wholesome hug he’s ever had. You’re warm and you smell like vanilla, It feels like home.

“Get up”, he says abruptly, extending his arm to pull up your confused self.

“What-”, Jungkook cuts you off, “have you ever just let yourself scream?”

Jungkook has intertwined your hands together, and your heart pounds at the realisation of how well they fit together. “Well, no but I assume that’s what we’re about to do right now.”

He pulls you closer to the edge of the small hill, the view of the city sparkles right in front of you. “On the count of three, one- two- three!”

You scream, you let it all out and God does it feel refreshing.

The two of you sound utterly insane, but none you give a single fuck. You scream until your lungs burn and your throat itches you to stop.

The volume of both of your voices ring out into the night sky only for the moon, stars and yourselves. The night is still young but Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way.

With you he lets go of everything, all the past mistakes, all the hurt because at this moment he feels like he could fly, soar into the clouds.

He feels infinite.

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kenmolly · 3 years ago

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𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

PAIRING. matsuno chifuyu x gn!reader

GENRE. angst

WARNING. non proofread

NOTE. hehahi another angst I managed to think about while trying to sleep *sleepy noises* enjoy ya'll don't cry too hard,, I genuinely teared up writing this </3

"hey y/n!! i'm finally here with your favorite food!" chifuyu cheers happily, placing a huge bag in front of you as he sat down, a relieved sigh slipping out from his mouth. he unpacked everything and organized them; one of his hands is bandaged.

"didn't take too long, did i? i'm sorry if i did though! when i was trying to buy your food, the one guy took soooo long to pay for some reason!" chifuyu paused to take a huge bite of his food, then continues rambling with a full mouth.

"i was so annoyed because i know i'm very late already, so i yelled at him! and guess what? that guy stepped on my brand new shoe! could you believe it?? look how dirty it is now!" he caressed his shoe that has a visible grey-ish mark on it, grumbling.

"enough of this talk, i don't want to talk about that guy anymore, hmph! does the food i bought for you taste good? it does, right?? i still remember your special add-ons! hehe," chifuyu's expression immediately switched to a smiling one as he reached out for his drink beside him.

"oh, my hand? haha, don't worry about it!! some cat bit me while I was feeding them, guess they had a rough time" he chugs down the drink like he hadn't drank anything in days. he lets out a satisfied sigh, the book he bought that was placed beside him clicks a switch in his head.

"oh, right! and the manga too! i bought it just now, it's your favorite ongoing series!" chifuyu places the book in front of you, feeling proud of himself.

"it was the last one! you're lucky i went there in time, or you wouldn't have been able to read it today," he chuckled. "let's read it together after we finish our food, alright?"

chifuyu took another big bite of his food, smile slowly dropping as he does so. he slowly chewed on his food, taking a deep breath before placing his food down. he cleaned the corners of his mouth, a bitter expression plastered on his face.

"i miss you, y/n" chifuyu finally looks at your grave, tears threaten to spill out the moment he does.

"i miss you so, so much." those words came out as whispers as chifuyu starts sobbing, hands constantly reaching out to his face to wipe his tears away.

"I miss those times where we'll go around town to find stray cats and dogs and feed them" chifuyu sniffed, tears still continuously pouring.

"I miss those days where we would go to the book shop together and shop for new manga together" his voice was shaking, body violently trembling. it was getting harder to breathe while trying to not cry too hard.

"why.. why do you have to get taken away from me so soon, y/n? is it because of me? is this the punishment I didn't think i'd get? but what had I done? is it because I was a delinquent and hurt numerous people?" his head is now buried into his lap, crying harder than before.

"hey.. remember when you would always say that one day, you want to open up a pet shop with me? well, I have one now.. i did it, y/n" another sniffle as chifuyu cleans his face. "i made your dream come true,"

"but i-" tears start to spill once again. why won't they stop for once? he doesn't want you to see him like this, but he just couldn't stop them at all. this happens every time; every time he looks at your grave.

"I never had the chance to say I love you, y/n"

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tillyouscreamandcry · 3 years ago

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When in Rome: Part One (Damiano x reader)

Summary: It was late one night and you are at a bar in Rome. You were at the end of your European vacation spending the last week of it in Italy with your best friend when you lock eyes with an enticing Italian rockstar. Neither of you could have planned for what would happen next.

Warnings: A bit of swearing, drinking, fluff, slight angst. Nothing too bad.

Word count: 4,188... SOOOO much longer than I was planning but I couldn't stop lol Oh well, I like long fics, so enjoy it.

A/N: Please go easy this is my first fic and I’m nervous to post haha. But I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think, I’m always open to constructive criticism!

Parts: Part Two. Part Three.

-x-

As soon as you saw him across the bar walking back inside from the smoking area, you had been drawn to him. His deep brown eyes lined perfectly with a smokey black line. His hair slicked back, a pearl necklace along with two chains around his neck, and a studded leather jacket over his outfit. He laughed with his friends and suddenly his eyes met yours looking you up and down before sending you a small smirk, you quickly looked down at the drink in your hands, hoping he didn’t notice how long you’d been looking over at him. You had always been a sucker for the ‘bad boy’ type, but something about him was different.

“Hello, earth to y/n.” Your friend, Louise said snapping you back to reality “are you even listening to me?”

“What? Sorry, kinda zoned out for a second there.” You said with a laugh

“Yeah, I noticed the hot Italian over in the corner that you’ve been eye-fucking for the last 30 seconds.” She laughed back.

“I was not eye-fucking him”

“Please, another 5 seconds and you would have been drooling into your drink.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your body around to now face her completely and watched her finish off the last of her drink.

“So what I was saying was, we should head back soon it’s almost midnight and we have that group tour around Rome tomorrow.” She told you as she placed the now empty bottle back onto the table in front of her. “But clearly you now have other plans in mind with the Italian beefcake. And while I’m shocked and appalled that you’d ditch me, he’s super hot so I’ll allow it, you know ‘when in Rome’ and all that jazz. ” Louise smiled and shrugged playfully.

“I don’t have any plans with any Italian beefcakes.” You said with a roll of your eyes before taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh, so if I said that he hasn’t stopped looking over here since we stepped foot in here tonight, you wouldn’t care at all right? And you’d happily come back to the hotel with me without a second thought.” She smirked.

Upon hearing that he’d been staring back at you, you choked slightly on your drink and brought the bottle back down to the table a bit harder than you realised, making the glass bang against the wood loudly.

“He’s been what?” You harshly whispered

“Yeah mister tall, dark and handsome over there, he hasn’t stopped looking over since we arrived and his eyes haven’t left you since he come back inside. Pretty sure his friends have noticed too, I think the cute blonde girl is teasing him about it actually.” She laughed, letting you know about the events that were transpiring behind you.

You were completely taken back by what you were hearing. Sure you have had guys flirt with you at bars before, even buying you a drink or two because of it, but this felt different. Maybe it was because you were on vacation in a foreign country? Or maybe the beer in Italy is just hitting you differently? Or it could be because he was the single most attractive guy you’d ever seen? No, it must be the beer, you’re drunk and overthinking this. Looking at the bottles in front of you counting them up quickly, you’ve had only drunk two full ones and are halfway through your third now. Okay so it wasn’t the beer and you’re not drunk, maybe slightly starting to feel a buzz? Trying to come up with some kind of an excuse for how you were feeling. Sighing quietly you took a long sip of your drink finishing it off.

“Oh my god shut up,” Louise spoke suddenly her eyes widening as she not so subtly looked over your shoulder at the mystery man and his friends.

“What? What’s happening?” You asked in a slight panic, refusing to turn around and draw attention to yourself.

“He’s getting up, I think he’s coming over here.”

“What?!” You panicked

You watched as Louise’s eyes followed the man before suddenly stopping. You turned your head slightly, trying to make it look as natural and as casual as possible and saw he was waiting behind a few people at the bar.

“Oh thank god” you sighed in relief when seeing he was not coming over to your table.

“What do you mean ‘thank god’? Get your ass over there.” Louise said as she brought her hand across the table and slapped your arm “Order yourself another drink and talk to him.”

“No I’m not doing that, if he was interested like you said he was then why didn’t he just come over?”

Louise rolled her eyes as dramatically as she could before answering.

“Y/n I love you, I do, but god you’re an idiot sometimes.” You looked at her with a blank expression on your face. “he’s obviously interested y/n, he’s burning a hole through your head right now with how much he’s still staring. So get up out of your seat, and march your cute ass over to the bar and talk to him!” She instructed. “Oh and while you're there, ask him for his friend's number while you’re at it, the blonde girl is cute as hell, wait so is the blonde guy… and the long-haired god, honestly ask for all three of their numbers I’m down with them all.”

You laughed and shook your head. Louise was always so open and expressive with who she liked, what she wanted and how she felt. Whereas you on the other hand are sitting here trying to decide if you should, for once, take a chance and talk to this astoundingly gorgeous Italian man to your left, or just exit the bar to your right and go back to your hotel with Louise and get a good night sleep before going full tourist mode tomorrow. You sighed before looking at Louise who was now looking down at her phone.

“Okay, I’m going to go over there.”

Louise’s eyes shot up and look at you widely, a huge smile growing on her face.

“Yes. Yes, go now.” She seemed way more excited about this than you were. “And if things are going badly just give me a look and I’ll come to save you” you nodded, knowing the look she meant, all girls knew about ‘the look’. “And if it’s going well give me a little thumbs up and I’ll head back to the hotel and I guess I’ll see you in the early hours of the morning on your walk of shame.”

“Oh my god, I never said I was going to sleep with him!” You said almost defensively.

“Why the hell not. Look at him he’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, I’d climb him like a tree.” Louise looked over at him again, you also turned your head slightly. He was still standing by the bar, but now absentmindedly scrolling on his phone while the bartender was severing those in front of him. She was right, he was incredibly attractive, and you’re not going to lie, you had thought about sleeping with him. Hell you’re in Italy for the next week and then you're going back home and you’ll never see him again, one night of fun with a hot Italian fling isn’t going to hurt anyone.

You grabbed your phone off the table along with your small handbag. Looking over at Louise who held up both her hands giving you two thumbs up for luck, you turned and made your way over to the bar, and over to the mystery man who had captivated you.

Much to Louise’s dismay, as she’d find out later, you did not sleep with him that night. But you did get along like a house on fire. After finally mustering up the courage to go over to the bar and order yourself a drink he spotted you immediately, introducing himself and offered to pay for it, after doing so you noticed Louise had gone so he invited you over to join him and his friends.

Victoria, Thomas and Ethan warmed up to you almost right away when Damiano brought you back over to their table, filling you in about how they all became friends and how they are in a band and even sprinkling in some stories just to embarrass Damiano in front of you, because what are friends for if not to embarrass each other in front of the person they like. You told them how for the last 4 weeks you’d been travelling around Europe with your best friend and your finishing up the trip with a week here in Italy.

“Oh, Damiano is a great tour guide if you need one” Victoria interjected, clearly taking on the role of self-appointed wing woman for him. “I’m sure he’d love to show you around. Isn’t that right Dami?”

You turned to look at Damiano, who was staring at her taken back by what she’s just volunteered him to do. Ethan and Thomas chuckling at the sight, and at how completely obvious Victoria was being. She was never one for subtlety.

“Oh you don’t have to, we are doing one of those stereotypical tours tomorrow and I think we are just planning to get lost in Italy the rest of the time and see where it takes us.” You said with a laugh.

“No trust me he’d love to. You’d be more than happy to show her around wouldn’t you.” She said to the taller man, slightly slapping his back in encouragement.

“I mean, yeah, sure if you’d like me too. There are always places that are never included on those tours anyways that are things you shouldn’t miss seeing.” He told you with somewhat of a shy smile on his face.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.” You shyly smiled back.

The week you spent being shown around Italy with Damiano was probably the best week of your life. There was something about him that was different from the guys you’d meet back home. He took both you and Louise out during the day, out for lunches with his bandmates, kindly inviting you both back to their house/ recording studio in the country for a day, even managing to have time together a few nights to have dinner just the two of you.

“I can’t believe I’m leaving tomorrow.” You said sadly. You both decided to walk back to your hotel from the restaurant after dinner, it wasn’t a long walk but it did allow you to spend that little bit longer with one another. “I mean of course it’s my luck to meet this absolutely amazing guy the last 7 days of my trip only for me to leave.”

You felt his hand grab yours as he stopped walking. This wasn’t the first time you’d been holding hands but there was just something about the way he grabbed it and held it that made you feel safe and protected. You turned to look at him. Bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a light kiss over your knuckles.

“Would it be crazy if I asked you to stay in Italy then?” He said this so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. You stepped closer towards him, closing the gap between the two of you and his hands found their way to your arms, gently moving them up and down. Goosebumps danced across your skin as he did so. His touch sending shivers down your spine and electricity through your body. Looking up into his dark eyes it almost broke your heart to think about leaving him already. What was meant to be your Italian fling was rapidly becoming something more, and the thought of that somewhat shocked you.

“Dami…”

“I can't just let you leave can I?”

Here you are after a week of knowing this man, a week of spending every day together, a week learning almost everything about one another and you had to leave. You didn’t know what you thought was crazier, the fact that he was asking you to stay, or the fact that you might consider it. If there was ever a time for you to work up the courage to do something right now was that time.

Your hands found their way up to the back of his neck, your nails lightly scratching at his skin. The dull street lamps and the moonlight creating a soft glow around you both as you slowly brought yourself up on your toes. He quickly took note of what you were doing and moved down until his lip melted against yours. You were kissing him, finally kissing him after a week of going back and forth with the emotions and feelings that had been stirring away in your head and your heart.

Pulling back from one another slightly gasping for air, his forehead against yours. Your eyes shut and lips puckered, you sighed.

“What’s wrong, Amore?”

Amore, the way that rolled off his tongue, you could have just melted away in his arms.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” You whispered sadly. “I’m sorry I- I shouldn’t have.” Stepping back from him slightly.

“And whys that?” He asked almost feeling self-conscious now. Was it something he did?

“Because how the hell am I meant to get on a plane in 15 hours and leave you now?”

He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin atop your head as you held one another. This last week wasn’t just a whirlwind of emotions for you but it was for him too. Never in a million years did Damiano think that locking eyes with a random girl at a bar would lead him here. Sure, he was attracted to you. Thomas pointed that out to him the second he first saw you walk into the bar with your friend that night when he found himself not being able to stop looking over at you. Ethan kept on nudging him to work up the courage to go over to talk to you for almost an hour. Victoria, well being Victoria, told him if he didn’t grow a pair and make a move in the next 5 minutes then it’s his loss and her gain because she would have gone over and brought you a drink instead. There was just something about you that he didn’t want to let go of.

Damiano knew it was almost selfish of him to have asked you to stay here with him. I mean who does that to someone they have only know for a week? Seven days. 168 hours. But for the last 168 hours, you had been the only thing on his mind. Thoughts of you never leaving his head no matter how hard he tried. Hell, he even found himself writing about you when trying to compose lyrics for upcoming songs, replacing your name with Marlena, their muse, to try and hide the evidence of his true feelings. You were well and truly stuck in his mind and his heart.

Unwrapping his arms from around your body he moved his hand up and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear before gently holding your chin in his hand. He softly placed a small kiss on your lips before deeply looking into your eyes. Oh your eyes, he’d never tire at looking at them.

“Stay with me? At least for tonight, Amore? Please?”

You felt your heart leap out of your chest when he asked you that. You didn’t even have time to second guess yourself or question what he said before quickly responding.

“Yes.”

Your lips met once again just a passionate as the first time but this time with that hint of desperation. Desperate to be close to one another. Desperate to be with one another. And desperate to hold each other in your arms for a long as you could.

This was it. You knew this man was forever going to hold your heart. And it was going to hurt like nothing you had ever experienced before when you leave him in the next 15 hours. But for now, the only thing that mattered was the two of you.

15 hours.

900 minutes.

54,000 Second left to be with each other.

…

The sun shined through the thin sheer curtains of Damiano’s bedroom. The warm rays hitting against your skin waking you. You went to roll over only to find an arm over you holding you in place. Opening your eyes and looking at the man next to you, you looked in awe of his perfectly sculpted face.

“Dami” you whispered

“Shhh, Amore Mio, let me just hold you for a few minutes longer.” He said groggily, still half asleep.

A smile appeared across your face and you cuddled into him more, his arm holding you even tighter against his bare chest. You felt content. You felt happy. You felt like this is where you belonged. Right here, in this bed, in this room, in this country, curled up in his arms.

You’d still couldn’t wrap your head around just how fast you had fallen for him. You tried to figure it out and your mind kept falling back to a certain conversation you had with your mother. You were 15 and your first boyfriend had just broken up with you. Sitting on your bed in your childhood bedroom you cried your eyes out over your first heartbreak.

“Sweetheart, I know it hurts now but you will be okay.” Your mother soothed you, rubbing her hand up and down your back as you laid face down crying into your pillow.

“No, it won’t.” You mumbled back after a heavy sob left your mouth.

“It will y/n. I promise you this pain will pass. You’ll meet someone new and they will take your breath away and you won’t even remember this silly boy.”

“But I really really liked him.” You confessed about the 6 months long relationship.

“And that’s okay, you still are allowed to feel that way.” She told you.

“But we had been friends for so long and then when he asked me out I thought that was it. That’s how it is in the books I’ve read. You are meant to stay together forever.” Your mother held you and sat you up, wiping the tears off your cheeks as you kept crying. “That’s what it was like for you and dad.”

“Just because you knew him doesn’t mean he was ‘the one’. And yes your father and I knew each other through high school but we really didn’t get to know each other until our senior year.” She told you. “You could be standing in line at the supermarket one day and for all you know the person in front of you could be the one you’re meant to be with.”

“Really?” you asked with a sniffle, calming down now slightly.

“Yep! Or it could be someone who sees you drop something and they come to help you pick it up. Our soulmates can be anywhere, sometimes places we would least expect it.”

“But how will I know?” You asked her, your red, teary eyes now wide and full of hope.

“You’ll just know.” She smiled. “You won’t be able to take your eyes off them, and them off you. Butterflies in your tummy, your heart beating fast. You’ll just know and once you do, you’ll never want to let them go.”

Sure you dated other boys since your first heartbreak, and at the time you thought each one of them was ‘the one’, each one giving you even stronger feelings than the last. But this time. This time it hit you hard and fast and like nothing you had ever felt before in your life.

You’re mothers words about never wanting to let them go echoed through your mind. That’s how you felt at this very moment. Never wanting to let go of the feeling that Damiano was making you feel. Never wanting to let go of him. You heard him let out a heavy breath next to you, turning to look at him and moving a stray piece of hair out of his face his eyes opened to look at you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him

“You’re leaving me today.” He answered hurt stung his voice. The energy in the room changed. You both could feel it. What was a sunny, slightly sleep-deprived (but totally worth it from last nights actions) morning, suddenly turned somber and full of angst.

“I don’t want to,” you told him truthfully. You didn’t want to leave. Not one bit.

“Then don’t.”

“I have to. I don’t want to, but we both know I can’t just stay, it’s not that easy.”

He was about to answer, about to protest and tell you all the reasons why you should and how you can make it work but the sound of your phone ringing stopped him. For the first time in hours you pulled yourself out of his arms and got out of bed, quickly grabbing his discarded shirt from last night off the floor and putting it on. You grabbed your phone off the dresser and answered it.

“Hello? Yeah… yeah I know I’ll be back in time…” you spoke into the phone as you ran your fingers through your hair. Looking over at Damiano who was now sitting up in bed watching you. “Where do you think.” You answered the question in an almost embarrassed whisper. “Oh my god, Louise! I’m not answering that. I’ll see you in like an hour tops. Bye.” You hung up the phone.

“She knows you’re here?” Damiano asked with a cheeky smirk on his face.

“Yeah, she figured that out pretty quickly when she woke up and saw didn’t come back last night.” You chucked walking back over to the bed and siting down.

“Well, I’m not apologising for that. She’s taking you back with her so I’m keeping you for as long as I possibly can.” He reached over and grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on it. A knot formed in your stomach, anxiety started bubbling away as you tried to get out this next sentence, and Damiano noticed this. “What is it, Amore Mio, tell me?”

“I- I won’t see you again will I?” It almost broke your heart having to ask that. But realistically, as much as it hurt, you knew the chances were slim. You looked at him expecting him to be upset or even mad that you said that, but instead he thought for a moment before a smile fell upon his face.

“Yeah. Yeah, you will. We’ll figure this out. It’s you and me.”

You and Damiano spent as much of the morning together as you could without making you late to go to the airport. He took you back to your hotel where you met up with Louise. Showering, getting dressed to leave, and making sure all your stuff was packed and ready to go. He sat at the end of your bed as you and your friend both did a final look around the room, making sure you’d packed everything. He was kind enough to offer to take you both to the airport himself so you didn’t have to spend money on a taxi, when you both knew it was so he could continue to be with you up until the very moment you had to step foot onto the plane.

The goodbye was hard. Hard because you felt like you finally found your person and now you had to leave them. Hard because it was also so full of hope that you’d keep in touch with one another. Hard because there was this thought in both your minds that this was well and truly the end.

Louise hugged Damiano thanking him for his hospitality the last week and saying she hopes he doesn’t stay a stranger and wishing him luck with his band. She gave your arm a squeeze and directing a small smile at you before walking over to get in line to check-in and board your flight home.

Damiano stood in front of you and looked at you for what felt like hours, in reality, tho it was only a few seconds, before he pulled you into a hug. Holding onto him tightly, hands moving up and down his back trying to get one last feel of him, smelling his shirt so you could remember his scent; tobacco, mint and musk.

“You’ll call right?” You asked hopefully. God you hope he calls.

“Of course. As much as I can. I promise you.” He held your face in his hands, looking at you and taking in exactly what you look like, every lash on your eyes, every freckle on your nose. All of it. He leaned down and kissed you before being interrupted by the airline announcing that your flight was now boarding.

“Bye Dami.” You whispered.

“Bye y/n.”

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Part Two.

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— Lost Without You I

anon said: hey! could you please write a song fic with anthony bridgerton, I don't have any specific song in mind, but just some angst would be perfect because you write it soooo beautifully :') hope this is ok, kissess

A/N: hey, love!! I faced this as somewhat as a challenge and it was quite amazing to write!! thank you sooo much for your words, I sincerely hope you like this 💖

*this is supposed to have two parts, so if you guys like it and want the rest, please let me know your thoughts 🥰 lots of love

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This is based in Freya Ridings song, Lost Without you

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x female reader

Word count: 6.3K

Summary: One would need to be Lady Whistledown to know about the ever existent bond between the eldest Bridgerton son, Anthony, and Lady (Y/N) Kerrington. They made a good work at hiding their intentions even from their own families. According to their plan, when the Miss came to age, they would marry each other quite fastly, since they had been courting one another through the entirety of their lives. (Y/N) Kerrington thought so too, but the Viscount's actions and decisions, changed it all.

[ I ]

“Have you two gone completely mad?”

Turning around, within the heavy rain and through the drops of water that kept falling from the sky and soaked your whole body, seeming to permanently attach your dress to your skin, you saw Anthony Bridgerton standing at the back door of his own house, protected by the rain.

He had his forehead frowned in confusion as he stared at you and his sister, Daphne, whom stood by your side at the Bridgerton’s garden. His hair was a bit of a mess, like he had been sleeping recently and his hands were on his waist. His eyes, deep brown eyes that made him look a lot older than he really was by the intensity they carried, were fixed upon you.

“Join us, brother!” Daphne invited, laughing as she turned her face upwards and enjoyed the feel of the rain directly on her features. Her arms were open alongside her body, as she embraced the rain. That was something you both liked doing together, ever since your early childhood days.

“No, I will not sister and you two really should get out of there before you fall ill!” her older brother replied and the tangible worry in his voice made you smile more largely than you did before.

“It could be fun, Anthony!” you said to him and with a spark of joy, did not fail to notice how he squeezed his lips on a thin line for a moment at hearing you call him by his first name. Such thing could be seen as a lack of manners that being if, you had not known each other through the entirety of your lives, which allowed you to comfortable around every single member of the Bridgerton family.

Your family, the Kerrington’s, had been the Bridgerton’s neighbor even before you had been born. Both families, that had a similar amount of money and same high position in society, had always been closely bond to one another. You had grown up with Daphne as your best friend, frequenting her house or she yours almost every single day. Her siblings had always been nice to you and you loved them all as if they were your own siblings.

But not Anthony.

Oh no, Anthony was a completely different thing.

There was nothing brotherly in the way you thought of him and such thoughts were only intensified by some situations you found yourself in like this very one, where he seemed to be genuinely considering your words after having just denied his sister’s. Little actions that instigated your fantasies.

“If I do, only for a moment, will you come back to the house with me afterwards?” he questioned, ever so serious, looking from you to his sister and then back at you.

You looked at Daphne who had turned her head back down and as soon as she smiled mischievously at you and raised her eyebrows, you turned back to Anthony. “We swear!”

Anthony nodded his head in agreement and then sighted heavily. His eyes went to the dark sky for a few moments, the entirety of it made of grey clouds filled with drops of water that had not yet fallen. You watched with the most absolute attention as he mumbled something to himself under his breath before finally stepping away from the house’s protection and starting to make his way towards you both.

When he reached you and Daphne, his hair was already soaked with water and was attached to his forehead. Drops of water ran down his handsome face. His white shirt was now as good as nothing, the details of his arms and chest now exposed to your wanting eyes. “Is it enough?”

“You did not have fun yet” Daphne argued immediately and with the same smile as before on her lips, kicked a puddle of water, splashing quite some in his already wet pants. The angry expression on his face made her laugh loudly her unique laugh.

You laughed also, and then found his gaze landing on yours once more. “Are you on her side, (Y/N)?” a drop of water right in that moment ran down his nose and fell in the grass. He stood close, closely than you had noticed before. Just two steps, and you could have touched his chest.

As you lost yourself in such a tempting and inappropriate thought, Lady Bridgerton appeared on the back door, in the exact same spot Anthony had been before, her mouth hanging open in shock for moment as she saw what has occurring on her own garden. “What is happening? Anthony Bridgerton! You allowed your sister and Miss (Y/N) to such recklessness?” Anthony did not even turn around at hearing his mother’s angry voice, just sighted once again and looked at Daphne when she laughed hard like before. “Come inside right now, the three of you, before you fall ill!”

“My exact same words” Anthony said, eyes on the grass, as you three obediently walked back to the inside of the Bridgerton’s house.

“Sorry to get you in trouble, brother” Daphne said, but both her tone and expression made it clear that she had not even a bit of regret. When reaching the back door, she was the first one to rush inside and disappear in the corridors after getting a blanket from her mother, leaving a trail of water behind her.

“I apologize, Anthony” you said, smile having completely faded away now. Eyes on the floor because you refused to look him in the eye. You took no pleasure in causing him any kind of trouble, especially with his mother, whom now had stepped away to get another two blankets.

Anthony did realize your afflictions, because he instantly replied. “All is well, (Y/N), do not worry” the softness of his tone made you raise your eyes. You were surprised to find him smiling at you. “By the end of the night, my mother will have forgiven me already”

You smiled because of the confidence on his voice. “I am glad”

You both went silent then, the heavy rain outside continuing to fall and the distant thunders seeming to be as loud as ever. With your eyes locked in one another’s, none of you said a thing. It was a peaceful moment, an intimate one. Shared by just the two of you.

“Oh, my dear, you must be freezing!” Lady Violet Bridgerton came back with two other blankets and carefully placed one around your shoulders, wrapping you in it and without even knowing, ruining one of the best moments you could think of. “What will your mother think of my hospitality if she finds out what has happened in my own garden! Come, Daphne will borrow you a dress for the evening” as she made you walk away after having given the other blanket to Anthony, you could feel his gaze burning your back.

Oh, how you wished to turn back around and stare into his eyes in peaceful silence once more.

[ II ]

“Are you nervous about the next season?” Daphne asked as she looked at you from the couch she sat in, in one of the many rooms in the Bridgerton’s house.

Having taken your place in the very couch that faced hers, you sighted. “Of course” you looked down at your hands, that were joined in your lap. “We are to be wed in the next season already. How could I not be” a pure nervous laugh escaped your mouth as you admitted so. In hopes that no one would see, by the corner of your eye, you looked over at Anthony, who was sitting at a small table, reading a book. He was always your dream when you thought of marriage.

“You should not worry too much, (Y/N)” Benedict, who had been playing with Gregory for the past twenty minutes, came to sit by your side in a relaxed position. “You will have many suitors, I am sure. Daphne, though…” the unfinished sentence had the desired effect, because Daphne opened her mouth with an offended expression and you laughed with Benedict. In your own mind, you thanked him for being so good and helping to ease some of your tension.

“While (Y/N) marries a gentleman, Daphne will find herself being courted by an old man with no hair left in his head” Colin joined the fun and Daphne’s only response was to roll her eyes and cross her arms over her chest. Benedict though, once again laughed loudly.

“Benedict and Colin Bridgerton, stop making fun of your sister!” Lady Bridgerton said from her spot at the other side of the room as she walked towards your small group. Her expression though betrayed her tone, because she had a small pleased smile on her lips. “I am sure both of them will find a very good match and will be happily wed by the end of the next season, with gentlemens of the highest esteem”

"I hope so, mama" Daphne said truly, smiling at her mother. In the same moment, the sound of a chair being dragged against the floor caught everyone's attention and you all looked in that direction in time to see Anthony storming out the room. You frowned as you wondered what had happened, concern filling your being before you could even control your own emotions.

Not wanting to cause a fush about it, since all the others had apparently ignored his departure as something ordinary, you waited a few minutes in which you pretended to hear the words spoken by Benedict and his mother before you excused yourself and once out in the corridors, started to look for Anthony.

You found him on the library, his face was turned away from you but you could quite well imagine his mood by whatever it was that afflicted him, for the way he moved, tense and yet fast. That was not like Anthony Bridgerton at all.

"Anthony?" you called while entering the room, unsure if you should even disturb him in such time. He had gone away with the clear intention of being alone but still... you could not help it. You had to know he was well.

The sound of your voice made him turn around in the exact same instant and he went to you with a serious expression on his features, so serious it only served to increase your concern. "Anthony, what is—" before you could even finish, he walked past you and for a second you thought he was going to leave but then, he surprised you by closing the door and shuting you both inside. Alone. His expression did not change at all. You stared at him like was crazy. "Anthony, what are you doing? If your mother finds out we are in here alone she will never allow me into your house again!"

And you could not even bare that thought. Yes, Lady Violet was a nice woman, she had never objected you and Daphne at playing with the boys when you were children and as you grown up, she found it pleasing that all of you enjoyed each other's company so much but still, now that you were practically of age to marry, to be without a chaperone in a closed room with a man who was not from your family, it was a scandal. Even if that man was the one you loved with all your heart and had known since forever.

"(Y/N)" he said, taking a deep breath and walking towards you, ignoring your previous words like they meant nothing. He clearly did not see the danger. He stopped a mere step away, looking into your eyes with such meaning you suddenly found it difficult to breathe. His eyes, were as troubled as a storm day. It confused you. "I—" he stopped, took anothet deep breath, looked at his feet. Then he raised his eyes to yours again with renewed determination. "I want to—" again, he seemed to lack the words to finish his thought and clearly frustrated, looked away once more, this time at a point above your head.

All of his actions and words made no sense at all to you and frankly, you started to wonder if he was not drunk, even though you had not seen him drinking. "Anthony, you are concerning me" you said simply, and that statement made in a low, careful tone seemed to be enough to make him snap out of whatever it was that was holding him back.

"I want you to make me a promise, (Y/N)" you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant by that but he was quicker and shockingly taking your hands in his as he kept staring into your eyes, answered to your unspoken question. "I want you to promise me that if I propose to you, you will at least perhaps consider marrying me"

All air left your lungs. Surely, you had heard it wrong. There was no way Anthony Bridgerton, your ever being passion, had just expressed his intentions of proposing to you in the future. That could not be true. Dreams are not realized just like that.

"A-Anthony..." you began, heart pounding in your chest like never before.

The Bridgerton mistook your surprise by hesitation and immediately let go of your hands and stepped back, creating some distance between you both. "I apologize for being so forward. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable"

"Uncomfortable? Anthony, I do not believe I have ever been happier!" as it was his turn to frown in confusion, you were the one who approached him and smiled brightly while looking into his eyes. "I promise, of course! I want to marry you, Anthony. I really do" you looked down and slowly, joined your hands together like he had done before. "Deep down, I believed you had already noticed my affection towards you"

"It crossed my mind once or twice, but I thought it was just my mind fooling me. I dared not to believe you felt the same way I did" he chuckled, happily. You thought you had never seen him with a smile as big as that one on his face. "Hearing my brothers and mother talking about you marrying someone else in there, I could not stand it" he admitted, and a glimpse of shame seemed to cross his features for a moment. "In the next season, when you will be presented in society, I will propose to you. And if you desire to, we will get married"

Trying to control your own happiness, that was immesurable because everything seemed to be perfect, you nodded your head in agreement. "We will get married"

[ III ]

The months were passing too fast. Already, you had only a few months before the season in which you would be presented in society and it would be expected of you to be well married soon.

I will marry Anthony, you thought to yourself with a smile on your face as you enjoyed the peace and quiet of your bedroom for a while. Staring at the ceiling above your head, you had no doubt that everything would work out just fine.

If he was a man of no fortune, your father and mother (your mother especially) would for certain object to your union. But he was Bridgerton, their status and wealth were as high as your own if not bigger and so, there would absolutely be no arguing. You dared to say, she would even be thrilled by the fact that you were going to marry the one day to be Viscount.

Nothing could go wrong, you thought to yourself while smiling still. He loved you. Just as you loved him. With the same intensity and amount of desire, you had seen it in his eyes when he had spoken his mind in the Bridgerton library. You would be happy together, really happy.

Knocks on the door got your attention. "Sister, mind if I come in?"

Immediately in surprise, you sat up and laughing softly because of the joy that hearing his voice brought you, spoke. "Do come in!"

The door was opened then, and you watched as your brother slipped inside of your room, smiling down at you with a warm smile. Without saying a word he opened his arms and you without a moment of hesitation, threw yourself in his arms and hugged him tightly. "I have missed you too, dear" he said with a laugh escaping his mouth.

Only after several moments you stepped back, to be able to really look at him. Thomas Kerrington, your older brother, was smiling as he looked at you. He wore his uniform, and he looked beautiful in it. The pride of the family, the youngest soldier ever made Coronel because of his courage and whom recieved the command of complete troops of soldiers only weeks later. Since he had joined the Royal Army, you barely saw him twice a year. He was too valuable to be away from action often and you understood that but still, you missed your brother.

"How long will you be staying?" you asked while pulling him towards your bed by the hand, and making him sit down with you.

"Just a couple of days" he answered, smile fading a bit just as you did. Thomas still squeezed your hand in his. "My regiment is being moved and as we are going to be facing hard months soon, I thought it would be nice to see my family" he watched your eyes for a few moments and then, opened a bright smile again and put the sadness aside, like it was typical of Thomas. He always knew how to bring happiness into a room. "Are you excited for the next season?" the young Coronel was not married himself. Having since very soon been involved in the Army's business and interests, court a wife had not been a priority to him and still was not.

"I am, actually" you admitted, looking down at your joined hands as all your thoughts about Anthony and the prospect of marrying him came rushing back into your mind. You and Thomas had always been close, really close. He was a incredible brother who loved his little sister very much and was always there for her. The thought of confiding in someone seemed nice, and whom could be better to do that with than your brother? "I already know who I want to marry, brother"

"Is that so?" raising your eyes to meet his, you saw that he was still smiling. "And is he a good man?" you nodded your head, and Thomas inspected your eyes with his. "Are you sure he will make you happy, sister?"

"I have no doubt" you replied, confident.

Thomas chuckled by your certainty. "Very well then, I guess I have no reason to object to such union" he passed one of his arms around your shoulders and brought you close to him, so you would lay your head on his shoulder. It was so good, to have him there in that moment. "Will you tell me his name, perhaps?"

You thought about it for a moment. He was your brother, you were sure he would not tell anyone. And even though he and Anthony had never been very close friends, they always got along well. But you should not, not when you and Anthony had come into an agreement of keeping it a secret. At least for now. "Come back during the season and, perhaps, you will get here in time to our wedding" you said and the sound of Thomas laugh filled the bedroom.

"Does it have a date already?" accompanying him in laughter, you appreciated your brother's presence. Very much.

[ IV ]

"It does sound like an interest book" you told Eloise with honesty, after having just read some pages of the book she had been reading herself and after some discussion about the quality of it with Daphne, asked you to give an opinion on it.

"Thank you, (Y/N)" Eloise smiled brightly at you and then extended the smile towards Daphne, who sitting on the couch across from you two, rolled her eyes because you had taken her sister's side. "At least you know how to appreciate a good book"

"Perhaps you should consider respecting my opinion, Eloise" Daphne told her younger sibling, with a bit of annoyance in her voice. Those two were always bickering with each other and you, as the oldest best friend, was always around to witness it.

"I do respect your opinion, sister, I simply think that it is not a wise one" you gave the book back to the younger Bridgerton while she said so.

Daphne seemed to be ready to give her a proper reply when Anthony entered the room. His eyes met yours and he smiled tenderly at you for a moment before looking at his sisters. "Have you both seen mother and father?"

"They went to accompany the Kerrington's to the market" Daphne said, referring to your parents, and you nodded in agreement.

"Oh, well" he placed his hands on his waist and sighted. "I shall wait for them to return, then"

"Continuing to plan your travel, brother?" Eloise asked, opening the book back to the page in which she had stopped reading.

"Travel?" you could not stop yourself before echoing the word, surprise quickly taking a hold of you. Your eyes went to Anthony instantly and by the expression on his face, you saw that he was not pleased with Eloise for having said so much.

"Anthony has decided he is going to travel for a while, explore the world alone and live some adventures perhaps" Daphne said, also turning around to look at her brother. "Colin will not stop talking about how much he wants to do the same one day"

"Oh, I see" it took all you had to maintain a natural, comfortable expression on your face. He was going to travel. Just a few months before the season in which you should be married. How long would he stay away? When would he return? Would he ever? All of those thoughts filled your mind and made your heartbeat get faster and faster. You dared not to say anything. No one knew about your intentions to marry one another, and you had agreed to keep it in that way.

Anthony, knowing you so well, clearly saw through your contained emotion. "I just remembered, (Y/N)! Benedict is asking for your opinion in one of his latest sketches, will you accompany me?" it was a lie. You could see that it was, even though his sisters did not see through the fake smile on his face.

Forcing a smile and nodding in agreement briefly, you got up, telling Daphne you would be right back, to which she agreed. After that, you followed Anthony out of the room and to one of the corridors close to the kitchen, where there was no one else by that time. Anthony stopped there, turned around to look at you and sighted heavily because of your sad expression. "I did not mean for you to find out like that"

You raised your eyes to meet his at that, in pure disbelief. "And how was I supposed to find out? Through Daphne, when you had already left?"

"I was going to tell you tomorrow, at dinner" he said in a rush, looking around after a moment to make sure there was absolutely no one there. He took the time to make sure his voice was low as he spoke. "Nothing has changed, (Y/N). I will marry you. This travel, it will take two months, maybe a bit more but nothing great. The season is in three months. I will be back in time, I promise"

You stared into his eyes deeply, worry filling your expression still. Under your inspection, he seemed so genuine and decided. It felt like he had everything planned, had thought everything through. "Are you sure this is what you want?" you asked then, not thinking of yourself, but of him. Travels made alone could be dangerous. And if something happened to him... you did not even wanted to consider that idea.

"I am, (Y/N)" he stepped even closer to you and held your hands, like he had a habit of to. You did like the familiarity of that simple touch. "I want to marry you, but first, I would like to see the world. Later, I shall be all yours"

The honesty in his voice made you smile, emotion was so strong your eyes went blurry with tears. "Then you must go. Do as you desire and when you get back, I will be eager to know all about what you have seen"

Anthony smiled. Letting go of one of your hands and bringing it to cup your face, he sighted. "You are the goodest person I have ever known"

You smiled, leaning into his touch.

Before, you had been nervous by the arrival of the social season. Now, all you wanted was for it to come quickly. As quickly as possible.

[ V ]

"If I may say, you look astonishing tonight, Lady Kerrington" Lord Edwards said, with a polite smile on his lips after having just given you a glass of a drink he had gotten from the Queen's table.

The ball had begun sometime around an hour before. The ball thrown by the Queen herlself that declared opened the social season. You were now, officially able to be courted and expected to be married by the end of it, if you had success. You had gone with your mother and father and as they had stepped away to talk to some friends, you had been left alone in the room and seeing the opportunity, Lord Edwards had approached you.

He was a gentleman, Lord Edwards. He was young, handsome, quite wealthy and his manners were flattering. By a young Lady's, like yourself, point of view, he should be the perfect husband. But not for you.

Because he was not Anthony.

Just to think of his name, it brought back the pain of missing him. Since the day in which he left for his travel, you had not seen him again. Of course, his journey had been cut short because his father, the Viscount Bridgerton, had died tragically all of the sudden, at a young age. It made Anthony have to make the arrangements to return sooner than expected.

And he did. A month and a half after he had parted, he was forced to return because he was now, the Viscount. As the eldest son, he had the responsibility of being there for his family, especially in such a tragic time.

Until this very day, you had not seen him since his return. As Daphne's best friend, you were still always in the Bridgerton residence, after her father's death even more, because you provided the young Lady the comfort she needed. There, you only caught glimpes of him once or twice, a rushed greeting that ended up with him leaving the room seconds later.

You did not blame him for it, of course not. His life had changed so much and so suddenly that it would be a challenge for everyone in his position. He should concentrate in the matters of importance for his family, it was needed. You would not bother him with affairs that were not urgent at the time. No, everything was set, also. He would propose sometime after doing some courting in the season, and you two would get happily married. And that would be it.

Looking around the ballroom, everytime the doors were opened you would look, expecting to see Daphne arrive. It would be nice to have a friend in the same situation you were in. As Lord Edwards went on in a conversation about his great interest in social events, you looked down at your dress. It was a beautiful blue dress, made with soft fabric. The little details here and there made it even more beautiful. Part of your hair had been pulled up and placed there delicately while leaving the rest of strands released freely, in a hair style that you did not fail to notice, got quite some attention from some of the other young Ladys.

Lord Edwards had just began his affirmation of how much he enjoyed the city rather than the country, when the doors were again opened and this time when you looked, your expectations were indeed achieved.

Daphne had just arrived. She looked absolutely gorgeous, making you smile instantly. At her right side stood her mother, Lady Bridgerton, ever an elegant woman and at her left side, stood Anthony.

Oh, the way your pulse accelerated at the sight of him. He was absolutely handsome, wearing the most formal clothes he had. His dark hair was as always that elegant mess you never got enough of. His eyes were inspecting the room, you smiled thinking that perhaps, he could be looking for you.

"Will you excuse me, Lord Edwards?" you said suddenly to the Lord, interrupting him in the middle of a sentence and he, a bit sad and yet completely polite, just nodded his head and bid you farewell.

You found yourself walking towards the small Bridgerton group, feet seeming to carry you there on their own even though you did know it would be reasonable to wait. But no, you could not help it.

"(Y/N) you look absolutely gorgeous!" Daphne exclaimed when she saw you, smiling as you stopped right in front of her. "Look, Mama, how beautiful she is!" you felt your cheeks get a bit red under your friend's compliments and the fact that you knew, that Anthony was hearing them and beside her, inspected you with his eyes also.

"My Lady Kerrington, how your mother must be proud of having such a lovely daughter!" Lady Bridgerton said, and that filled you with joy.

"I am sure you should be the one who is proud, Lady Bridgerton, because I have no doubt in my mind that Daphne will be the diamond of the season" your friend smiled as she made sense to your words and then, as you fell silent for a moment, you turned to her left to look at Anthony, whom had stayed silent until them. As your eyes met, it was as if sparks were flying all around you. "Viscount Bridgerton"

"Lady Kerrington" he replied. The kind of smile you expected to see in his features was not there. His eyes did not stare at you for a long while before he looked away. That was unsual. Before you could make up some conversation, a Lord came closer and asked Daphne for a dance. You watched with a smile as he stepped away with the man and then, as Lady Bridgerton came into a conversation with Lady Danbury, Anthony surprised you by stepping closer to you. "Lady Kerrington, mind if we have a word?"

"Of—" you did not even finished before he had already began to walk away from the doors, where the greatest amount of people were gathered around. Frowning, you rushed as graciously as you could after him, stopping only to leave your glass, that had been given to you by Lord Edwards, on a table.

Anthony only stopped walking when you were both close to one of the walls of the room, just enough away from others so no one could hear what you spoke about or if they did, would not pay much attention to it. Facing each other, after so long, it felt amazingly good. "It is nice to see you, (Y/N)" his voice was low, so no one would hear him call you by your first name.

You smiled, eyes meeting in a way that made your heart beat even faster, which you did not think was quite possible. "It is nice to see you too, Anthony" your voice was as low as he was. "I have missed—"

"I have to tell you something, (Y/N)" he cut you off shortly, eyes not on yours them. There was something in Anthony that did not seem like him at all. His jaw was clenched, his body was all uptight. He seemed more distant to you now than he had ever been in his travel on the other side of the world.

"Very well" you took a moment to be able to get those words out, because all of your happiness had already began to slip away. Surely, there were bad news coming ahead. The way he looked... or even better, did not look at you, that could not mean nothing good. "What is it?"

Anthony did not speak quite instantly. He looked around the room for a while, then took a deep breath. "I can not marry you, (Y/N)"

That felt like a punch. Right to your stomach, making you sick and your head spin like you had suddenly been privated from air itself. And even though you had to fight back the tears of confusion that dared to fall from your eyes, Anthony did not seem to share your emotion at all. He looked stern, decided.

"W-what happened?" you asked, voice trembling and honestly one string away from failing completely. He did not say anything. You were the one to take a deep breath then. "Anthony, look me in the eye" and only then he did. He looked right at you and you felt your heart break in a million pieces. "I understand if because of your father and your new title, you do not find marriage the most important thing right now. I really understand. You must have enough duties and responsibilities at the moment. But there is no problem. I will wait for you, Anthony. I will—"

"I do not want you to wait for me, (Y/N)" Anthony's tone was decisive. "It has nothing to do with my father or my responsibilities"

Your confusion only grew more and more and what you thought would be an amazing evening, was quickly revealing itself to be an awful one. "Then what—"

"I have someone else" he said and before you could even take in that information, he went on with his narrative. "I met her after I came back from my travel, in the occasion of my father's death. I have been with her ever since. I was with her before I came here today. I have been avoiding you all this time, because I did not have the courage to tell you about this. But I figured that this could no longer be postponed"

Your vision was so blurry you could not even see his face clearly. He had someone else. He did not want to marry you. "You said you loved me" were the words you spoke. You hoped no one was looking at you two because if they were, you had no doubt about how crushed you looked.

That simple phrase seemed to finally get a reaction from Anthony. He looked away from you for another moment, took another deep breath. And then, looked back into your eyes. "I am sorry, (Y/N). But she is the one that I truly love" and even though he showed a small reaction then, it was not even close to the amount required to such matter. He was dealing with you as if you were a simple affair that had to be taken care of. He had indeed become the Viscount, after all.

You swallowed the knot in your throat, spent countless silent moments trying to fight back the tears. And you stared into Anthony's eyes, and made him see just how much you loved him. Just how much he had hurt you. "I wish you happiness, Viscount Bridgerton"

You saw that Anthony swallowed dry. "(Y/N)..."

But you did not stay to hear what he had to say. You turned around and without being able to contain yourself made a run to the door, attracting everyone's attention to you. Tears fell from your eyes and you were so desoriented that you ran right into someone's chest. Cleaning the tears away with your hands, you met Lord Edwards eyes. "Lady Kerrington, are you well?" Without answering him, you continued to run to the door and only stopped when you felt the cold air of the night on your skin.

You cried, hurt by a man who had just made clear he did not want to marry you. He did not want you at all. You wanted to leave. You wanted to lock yourself in your bedroom and not get out anytime soon. Maybe never.

But most of all, what you really wanted but could not have, was your older brother. The comfort only he could give you in that moment.

[ VI ]

Dear readers,

From this author's perspective, after last night's ball, this social season looks quite promising. Young Ladies were presented into society in search of husbands, mothers have inspected their suitors and the Queen watched it all from her throne, seeming entertained. The night was filled with courting and dances, really a magical night for all the debutantes'.

It came to this author's ears though, that the night was not so magical for everyone. It seems that the young Lady Kerrington and Viscount Bridgerton were seen sharing a very meaningful conversation before she left the event in tears. What did they say to each other, is the question that remains. More specifically, what could the Viscount have said that made the young Lady feel so heartbroken?

Let us be attentive to the upcoming events, dear readers. If I learn to know something interesting in the future, and I always do, you all will the be the ones I share the not so secret with.

This author was a feeling, that many more scandals are yet to come.

Lady Whistledown

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the world in her arms

(i don’t own this gif or characters used in this fic)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: you and natasha have always had quite a flirty and sarcastic relationship. both of you develop feelings for one another but you both are clueless to what the other feels until nat gets jealous and says something hurtful to you. will you make up (or out)?

warnings: minor angst, fluff, swearing, and a mention of death.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: omg thank you so much for 57 followers love you all 💕. sorry for the lack of content i didn’t know what to write and had almost no new ideas. also i’m a youngin and worked my first 8 hr day yesterday so your girl was exhausted and i have finals coming up soon. k thank you for coming to my ted talk, enjoy!

also this song doesn’t relate to the story at all but it’s underrated imo and also sorry for the weird pov changes throughout the story.

“Hey y/l/n! Where are you headed?” Natasha yells from the kitchen while I’m standing in the living room on our shared floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Nat.” I say with a smirk.

“Yeah matter of fact I would.” she retorts.

“Chill, I’m just headed to train some recruits with Clint. But don’t miss me too much, I'll be back in a few hours, Natty.” You blow a kiss her way, and she just rolls her eyes partially from the kiss and the use of her nickname but you see a faint pink tint sitting atop of her cheeks before she turns away.

I’ve been training these recruits with Clint for a couple hours and my session is nearing an end. Something I’ve picked up on today is how touchy and how dumb these recruits are acting just for me to correct their form. I don’t have time for this shit I think as this girl has me correct her jab form for what has to be the fifth time this hour.

Non readers pov

Natasha actually does start to miss you because of how bored she is due to the larger training room being occupied for these recruits. She heads down to see if you are wrapping up yet and see if you’d like to grab dinner with her somewhere. She arrives at the training room and heads to the back room where there is a large one way mirror. Natasha, having nothing better to do, watches Clint and yourself interact with these seemingly clueless recruits.

Minutes pass and Natasha honestly likes seeing your frustration every time a recruit asks you a stupid question or something you’d already answered for the hundredth time this session. That is until she sees this handsy recruit keep asking you to correct your form which she sees you fake a smile at and happily correct it. As if Natasha isn’t jealous already she sees you release a genuine large laugh at something a recruit says. Not being able to withstand witnessing anymore of this behavior from you directed towards anyone else except her. Natasha then storms off into the living room.

Readers pov

I was nearing the end of this session when a recruit comes up behind me and asks, “Soooo, is it true that you and Clint are like a thing?” he asks with no trace of humor or sarcasm on his face. I just bust out laughing because one, everyone or at least almost everyone who knows about The Avengers knows that I’m 100% only interested in women and two, CLINT? I mean he is a great guy and all but I’ll never forget the time I went into a diner to have breakfast with him and the waitress assumed he was my grandfather.

twenty long minutes later...

The living room is lively and everyone seems to strike up a conversation with one another. I decide to strike up a conversation with Natasha who is weirdly acting cold all of a sudden.

“Oh my god! You know what I just remembered the other day? My mom used to-“

“Shut up, y/n/n. I don’t care and I don’t think anyone does at the moment.” she exclaims with a small smirk thinking you’ll detect her harsh-morbid sarcasm.

“Oh.” you choke out, “It’s getting pretty late I-I better head to bed” my voice cracks as I mutter a small, ‘asshole’ agony laced in my voice blinking the hot tears away. I start walking towards my room but it slowly turns into a jog, then sprint. Anything to get to my room and release my sadness.

Non readers pov

The room is frozen. Everyone is staring at Natasha.

“I care.” Wanda states heading to your room because she knows you shouldn’t be alone right now.

“Jesus Nat, that was awful. You know you’ve fucked you when even I say it’s bad. Poor girl’s mom passed when she was around 10.” Tony deadpans.

“Oh my god, what have I done?” Nat says burying her head into her hands.

“I’m not too sure how you’re gonna get out of this one Nat, but you’ve gotta fix this.” Sam says.

Wanda reaches your room and hears loud yet muffled sobs while standing in the hallway. She can feel your grief rippling through her body. The only heartache she can relate to is the moment she lost Pietro which is more than an average person should feel. She knocks on the door softly yet hard enough to alert you of her presence.

Readers pov

I hear three soft knocks on the door. I quickly silence my cries and assume it is Nat. I then clear my throat as the knocking continues and muster up enough energy to speak,

“Go away” into my pillow loudly. The knocking stops but I don’t hear anyone walk away just yet.

“Y/n/n, it’s Wanda. Can you let me in please, so we can talk?” she asks, I stand up while groaning and walk towards the door. I unlock it and open it just a crack to make sure she is alone and not with a certain someone. It is pretty short-lived as Wanda pushes the door open the rest of the way.

“Oh hon, I’m sorry.” She says as she wraps me into a tight hug after closing the door behind her. I crumble into her embrace as she rubs small circles on my back. Wanda has always been such a calming figure in my life since I met her, a major part being that she can feel almost all of my anxieties that try to drown me throughout a day. She also knows how it feels to be alone which allows her to relate to my feelings, so she knows just how much missing someone who is gone for eternity hurts.

We hug for what feels like minutes but when I take a quick glance outside my window it is dark out.

“Is it true?” I rasp.

“What?” she counters.

“Y’know that no one cares. All I wanted to do was share a memory that I remembered of myself with my mom and as you know it isn’t too often that I remember these types of things and when I do I love sharing them, so she won’t ever be forgotten. It just hurts so much to be shut down talking about something you truly care about by someone you care about.” I explain while Wanda looks at me with the softest eyes I’ve ever seen while nodding her head slightly.

“Now that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I care and everyone in this compound cares about what you have to say as well as what you are feeling. You know how Natasha can be sometimes with the insensitive comments she makes before realizing what she’s doing.”

“I know but that doesn’t give her the right to j-just say stuff like that. I get how full our relationship is with banter and sarcastic comments but I really thought she was starting to like me.” I frown as Wanda just nods. That’s when exhaustion hits me like a truck.

“Wands, before I ask you this just know you can decline.” I give her a minute to protest, but she says nothing. ” Can you sleep with me?” Wanda’s eyes widen,

”Y/n/n I don’t think that is a good id-“ I realize what I just said and cut her off before things get even more uncomfortable. “Nonono, Wanda, like lay down with me not any of that gross stuff. Ew.” Wanda’s features fill with relief, and she chuckles at my childish comment about sex.

“Of course I will! You just may want to word it a little different next time.” she chuckles as you hide your face with embarrassment. We both get settled on the bed and I feel her two arms pull me towards her and I snuggle closer.

Non readers pov

Wanda slowly gets out of bed after she is sure you are fast asleep and sets off to find Nat. When she does she sees that Nat had barely moved from where she last saw her still with her face in her hands.

“Nat. I know you think you really screwed up, which you did, but it’s y/n/n. You can’t go on without telling her how you feel about her.”

“Wanda, you can’t just look in my mind! We’ve talked about this!”

“Romanoff you know I’m one to keep my promises, so I’d never look without your permission. Maybe if you turned down the volume of your thoughts a few decibels I wouldn’t have heard anything. Also, are you ready that oblivious to the fact the whole team knows you two are like little lovesick puppies for one another when you two aren’t attached by the hip.” she explains, “Now, stop moping around and apologize at least.”

“You’re right, Wands, wish me luck. I hope she can forgive me.”

Natasha gets up and races towards your room. She didn’t want to wait so long to talk to you and apologize, but she thought you wouldn’t want to speak to her after what she’d said.

Similarly, to Wanda’s entrance, Natasha softly knocks on your door enough to wake you even out of your semi-deep sleep.

Readers pov

I jump at the knocks on the door and am confused to see Wanda is no longer beside me.

“Wanda you don’t have to knock, you know that.” I sigh out.

“It isn’t Wanda.” a voice you are able to recognize as Nat sheepishly speaks.

“Oh, what do you need?” I ask, all the heartbreak and ache coming back when I hear the voice I’m usually excited to listen to, as if her speech is my favorite song.

“Can we talk? I need to apologize.”

“Sure,” I softly reply.

Non readers pov

Nat opens the door once she has your permission and sees your usual strong, confident frame look small and fragile. Her heart breaks at the sight of you so broken and in pain because of her own actions. Not to mention your tear stained cheeks when you look towards her. It is silent for a minute or so before you throw your head back onto your pillow staring at the ceiling. This awakens something in Natasha for an unknown reason.

Readers pov

“Y/n, I am so sorry. I know that sorry doesn’t cut it for the amount of hurt I’ve caused you all because I was jealous but I hope we can rebuild what we had but it totally is okay if you don’t want to even though I would love another chance with yo-“

“Nat, calm down. I’m not going to sit here and say I’m fine with what you said because truth be told I love sharing memories of my family when I remember them with you. Not only because I trust you but because I think I care for you and love you more than friends should. I just hope what you said is meaningless or else that is when we can’t rebuild what we had.”

“No y/n/n, I didn’t mean any of it. It was just in the heat of the moment because I saw you laughing at something a recruit said when I was going to ask you if you wanted to go get dinner with me. So, I stormed off like a child and said hurtful things to mask my selfishness because I want you to be mine and mine only.”

“Oh my god Nat. You can’t be serious, I was laughing at something a recruit said because he assumed Clint and I were going out.” Nat bursts out laughing.

“See? Anyone who was told that who knew me would just die of laughter on the spot.” I say as I glance her way while patting the place beside me on my bed. She accepts.

“So you actually like me?” you hopefully ask.

“Possibly depending on if those feelings are reciprocated.”

“They are.” I say.

“Good. Can I also say how sorry I am for saying that to-“ I cut her off but placing a quick peck to her soft lips.

“Uh, uh, uh” I tut, “I don’t want to hear any more apologies come out of that mouth. Could you just hold me?” Natasha is still dumbfounded by the little kiss.

“Of course.” Nat complies pressing your back to her front as she wraps her long toned arms around your frame. I hum at the contact.

At this moment Nat realizes there is no place she’d rather be as she feels like she has the world in her arms.

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