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writesleah · 5 months

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the way i loved you ✰ m. riddle

➻ pairing: reader x mattheo riddle, brief reader x cedric diggory

➻ genre: angst/fluff

➻ summary: after a hard breakup, you had finally moved on and found your perfect man. he was everything you could’ve asked for, but the lingering thoughts of your ex take a toll on you

➻ warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and fighting, borderline betraying cedric :(

➻ word count: 1.8k

➻ a/n: if it’s not already completely obvious, i was listening to the way i loved you by taylor swift when i thought of this lmaooo i couldn’t fight the taylor references so there is a couple in here, it’s just my deep rooted swiftie mindset

“hey baby. you look beautiful today,” cedric smiled, sitting down at the slytherin table next to you, a bold move for a hufflepuff, but everybody thought he was far too good looking to say anything. well, some people.

mattheo riddle had the absolute nerve to speak up, as if he hadn’t completely ruined your life only months before.

“alright, diggory?” he snorted, looking your boyfriend up and down with disgust. he and cedric probably could’ve gotten along just fine if it wasn’t for the clashing common interest that seemed to have mattheo spitting as many nasty comments as he could - you, “i see you’re still pissing about with her.”

he didn’t even bother to say your name when he was talking about you. twat. you felt your anger starting to pool up in your stomach, a force threatening to take over until a soft hand placed itself on your hip.

“just ignore him, okay?” cedric smiled down at you, encouraging you to do exactly what he was doing. you nodded.

“it’s fine. he’s just… yeah,” you sighed, scrunching your eyes a couple times before continuing to eat, doing your best to ignore mattheo’s presence on just a couple seats down.

—

“he’s perfect,” pansy sighed, practically drooling over your relationship.

you had shown the girls the card he had made for valentines day, which was honestly the smallest thing he’d done for you on the day. he had a tendency to show his affection as much as he possibly could, making you experience every single love language at least once a week.

“that’s adorable, oh my god,” daphne gushed, reading the card over and over. it was a sweet message where he described his love for you, and it definitely warmed your heart, “i’m actually so jealous of what you guys have, it’s not even funny. astoria, come read this.”

astoria made her way over to the group and took the pale pink card from her sister’s hands, her eyes scanning the words that practically formed a letter with how many cedric had written. the three of you watched as her face contorted into an expression of admiration and light jealousy, her cheeks slightly pink.

“stop it, you’re going to make me cry knowing that i don’t have a man that loves me like this,” she whined, punctuating her words with a small laugh.

cedric was your ideal boyfriend. he was attractive, sensible, smart and kind. he got along with your parents and siblings, and always made sure to compliment you in some way every time he saw you. he said everything you ever wanted to hear, and was just perfect for you, so why couldn’t you get mattheo out of your head?

“i need to ask you all something,” you blurted out, a little annoyed at yourself for doing so, but also relieved that you could get it off your chest.

the trio looked over at you with raised eyebrows, waiting for you to continue.

“what is it?” pansy murmured, her head tilted just slightly as her eyes studied you.

"okay, let's just say... hypothetically, you have the most perfect, incredible boyfriend and could never ask for anything better, but… there’s this pesky little lingering thought about a certain past endeavour that you can’t get out of your head.”

the girls looked at you a little confused, though daphne’s expression quickly hardened. she knew exactly what you were talking about.

“please tell me you’re not still thinking about riddle,” she groaned in disappointment, shaking her head whilst running her hands over her face. the other two expressed disapproving noises and sighs, looking at you as if you’d just told them you were going to kill someone.

“it’s mattheo, what do you want me to do?” you mumbled defensively, helping it would support your case a little, but it just made them give you a glare.

“i don’t get what you see in him. he’s a boring, lazy prick who skips every class he possibly can to smoke weed and get plastered with his equally as boring and lazy roadman gang,” astoria huffed with a small shrug, looking at you with more concern than anything, “all you guys would do was scream at each other and cry about it all, and then go and make out in the rain or something, which i suppose is pretty hot, but it doesn’t make up for all the arguing.”

“you go insane when you’re with him. i didn’t even know it was possible to feel that much, but you definitely proved that it is,” pansy snorted, though it was clear her comment wasn’t really a joke.

you just sighed and brushed it off, promising that you wouldn’t do anything. it was just something on your mind, right?

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you were walking in the corridor on your own, cedric just having left to get to his class, which was on the complete other side of the school to yours.

“rare to see you without prince charming these days. have you broken up already?”

you knew who it was when the first word was spoken, and after days of trying to get him out of your mind, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“do you have nothing better to do than terrorise me and my relationship, riddle?” you spat, turning around to face the boy, though your expression quickly dropped when you saw crimson blood spattered across his face, “why am i not surprised?”

“wow, last name basis now, princess?” he chuckled, brushing off your comment about his injuries with a small huff of either annoyance or amusement, you couldn’t really tell.

you tried to walk away, not wanting to involve yourself in his antics when you couldn’t trust yourself to not snap without somebody nearby to warn you not to. it was hard to control yourself around mattheo for some reason. probably all the pent up anger you had from the relationship and its ending.

“just piss off. i honestly can’t be bothered with you right now,” you sighed, shaking your head. his face dropped at that, seeming much less entertained now that you had say that you genuinely didn’t want to speak to him. he didn’t like that.

“no, absolutely not. what you’re not gonna do is act like a bitch because you’re in a mood about something,” mattheo scoffed, grabbing your wrist to pull you back, leaving a faint, bloody handprint on your skin, to which you groaned at.

“can you not?” you murmured, trying to wipe it off, but only smearing it across your arm further. at this, he sighed and pulled you into the prefect’s bathroom, the nearest place with a sink.

“here, since you apparently need everything done for you. i see some things haven’t changed,” he tugged your arm under the sink and lightly rinsed it away, rolling his eyes as he did so, and taking the chance to wash his own hands, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that? especially these last couple months. i don’t even know what’s happened, but it’s annoying.”

“what happened is we broke up. i’m not going to be your sweet little angel every single day, riddle,” you retorted, shaking your head and patting your arm dry with a paper towel.

“i still don’t get why we ended things,” the brunette shrugged, as if the comment he had just made meant absolutely nothing, “i mean, you’d probably be sat in my lap cleaning me up right now if we hadn’t.”

his words were a harsh reminder of how much things had changed. if he had come to you battered and bruised when you were together, which he had done multiple times before, you would end up sitting in his lap whilst cleaning off all the blood, reprimanding him for getting into fights again whilst trying to fight the incessant butterflies that flapped around so aggressively in your stomach. you were feeling those same butterflies now, too.

“well… we’re not, so you’ll have to settle for some water and a paper towel. maybe you’ll get a plaster if you can find one somewhere,” you scoffed, trying to act as nonchalant as he was.

“come on, princess, don’t be like that,” mattheo groaned, looking at you with a frustrated expression. you didn’t get why he was still calling you princess. he’d taken the pet name he loved using for you so much and turned it into a mocking insult. that hurt you, you had to admit, how he took something so precious and made it into a nickname only used for when he wanted to be rude.

you glanced over at him, meeting his eyes. those eyes. those perfect, dark eyes that, when in the sunlight, turned into a gorgeous, flowing blend of various chocolate shades that sparkled and told so many tales in such little space. you had to chastise yourself for thinking about him so fondly when you swore you disliked him so much.

“why are you doing this to me? acting as if everything’s just perfectly fine and like there isn’t so much shit between us?” you sighed, running your hands over your face out of pure annoyance. why was he acting like this? why were you okay with it?

“i know you. i know every single facial expression you make. every single word you say,” he muttered, studying your face rapidly, “and i know that half the smiles you show off when you’re with diggory are fake. he’s boring you, i can see that clear as day. at least when you were with me, it was fun.”

you shook your head at his words, a soft huff of disbelief forcing itself out of you. deep down inside of you, you know that everything he was saying was true, but you couldn’t admit that. cedric was your boyfriend, you loved him, didn’t you?

“stop it, mattheo,” you pleaded, looking up at the blood-drenched face of the boy you didn’t know whether you adored or despised.

“i was your first… everything, princess. you can’t just deny that what we had was special,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if he was getting annoyed again, his soft facade crumbling.

“what do you want me to do? apologise?” you breathed out in disbelief, looking at him as if he was insane, “if that’s what you want, then this is me standing in front of you and saying that i’m sorry for what happened that night, and it hurts my pride to say this, but i sometimes find myself wishing i could change my mind. is that what you want from me? i’m sick of these games.”

mattheo seemed to pause at your words, each syllable playing over and over in his head as he registered what you had just admitted. it was as if his entire body just glitched, every muscle coming to a standstill, though his eyes flicked back and forth as if he was reading the words from a book. it took a moment, but he eventually cracked a small smile, his head tilting.

“did you just reference a taylor swift song in your apology, love?”

#fanfic #harry potter #taylor swift #benjamin wadsworth #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #harry potter fanfiction #ex to lovers #the way i loved you

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jessmaybank · 1 year

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My best friends brother series; Part 2 - Nothing good happens after 4am

Series masterlist

Outer banks masterlist

Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron x fem! Kook reader.

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: After doing your best to avoid him, tensions rise between you and Rafe at a kegger.

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, SMUT, unprotected sex, Praise kink, Oral (f receiving), fingering, choking.

It’s been a week since you kissed Rafe at his house. The pain of your recent breakup seems little compared to the guilt that washes over you every day, knowing that Sarah would be so mad if she ever found out.

The day after, Rafe texted you saying that he’s not going to tell anyone about what happened. You were relieved to say the least, replying with a blunt thumbs up emoji. You haven’t spoke since.

You have avoided going over to the Cameron house, scared to face Rafe and his cocky self. The worst part though, was that even though you would never admit it, one kiss with Rafe had made you forget about your ex completely.

Instead, your mind was consumed in everything Rafe Cameron. The way his eyes would darken as he gazed at your own, the way his veiny hands would trace painfully slow circles on your thigh, making you so aroused. Even the way he-

“Earth to Y/N! What’s up with you” Sarah says, nudging your shoulder as you sit next to each other in class.

“Sorry, just daydreaming. Always happens when I’m tired” you lie. If only she knew you were imagining how her brothers hands felt wrapped around your neck as he pounded into you.

“Are you coming to the kegger tonight? It’s supposed to be the biggest one yet” she exclaims.

“That’s what they say every time Sarah” you scoff.

“I’ll take that as a yes. You can stay round mine after, I know what your parents are like” she replies.

Before you could protest, the bell rings to signal the end of the class, and Sarah shoots out of the class room. Shit.

Later that night, you were stood in front of the mirror checking yourself out. You decided to ditch your normal summer dresses and wear something a bit more…slutty. Instead, you settled for a tight pink satin dress that you borrowed from Sarah ages ago. If you were going to spend the night stressed out, at least you would look good doing it.

You got a lift to the party with JJ and the other pogues, your heart racing as your were anticipating the night to come. luckily, John b brought some drinks which helped you calm your nerves.

An hour into the party and you were actually having a really good time. Thankfully, it seemed Rafe and the others decided not to come.

That was, however, until you made your way over to the keg to get another drink. As you poured your drink, you felt a pair of hands snake their way around your waist.

“What the fuck” you say, turning around to realise it’s none other than Rafe, his large frame peering over your petite one.

Rafe’s bold move proved to be no suprise to you, he’s the type of person that when he knows what he wants, he takes it. And In this case, he wanted you.

“Missed me?” he says, a smirk painted on his handsome face.

“Are you crazy? What if someone sees us” you say, concern laced in your voice.

Rafe rolls his eyes as he retracts his hands from you, putting his hands in his pockets instead. You never knew someone rolling their eyes could be so sexy, but here he was.

As tempting as he was, and god was he tempting, your friendship with Sarah meant more to you than sex with some kook who would probably just fuck you once and then never speak to you again. You knew better than that.

“Rafe, listen to me. What happened last week was a one time thing, and a mistake. Just leave me alone, okay?” You protest, storming off to find your friends.

You hoped he got the message, but unfortunately your hopes were crushed when you received a text 5 minutes later.

Rafe Cameron: you look so sexy when your angry.

You scoff at your phone, which the pogues take notice of.

“What’s up?” Pope says.

You debate telling them everything, maybe they would understand?

“Nothing, just work. They’ve given me shifts all weekend” you lie, deciding you were in too deep to come clean now.

You managed to avoid him for the rest of the night, and when you and Sarah stumbled back to the Cameron house, you were thankful he wasn’t back yet.

You woke up in the spare room at about 4am, desperate for something to quench your thirst. You decided the only option was to tip toe downstairs and get a drink from the kitchen, surely everyone is in bed sleeping right now.

So that’s what you do. You wonder downstairs in one of Sarah’s baggy t shirts and drink what felt like a gallon of water. You were half way through your second glass when the lights flicker on.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone” you say, looking up at Rafe as he walks towards you. Your sleepy state making you more moody than usual.

“I don’t know if you forgot, but this is actually my house” he replies sarcastically with a small chuckle.

The blue eyed boy standing in front you represented everything you hated. Greed, selfishness and everything in between. So why is my heart racing right now?

You glare at his smugness, and try to shove past him to head upstairs. To your dismay, he stops you.

“Has anyone ever told you you’ve got a bad attitude” he tuts, removing the glass from your hand and setting it on the counter, before returning his hands to your waist for the second time tonight. He towers over you easily.

The answer to his question was no. Usually, your a very polite girl who hates confrontation. Rafe just brings this side out of you, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he pushes you against the counter, a small gasp leaving your mouth.

“I wanna fuck it straight out of you” he says, his blue eyes burning with desire.

“I can’t, i-“ your words were interrupted as Rafes lips met your neck, peppering light kisses and occasionally nipping at your skin.

That was all it took for your defences to come crashing down before him. You were completely and utterly burning for him. Maybe you didn’t have the self control you once thought you had.

Rafe grabs your neck and smashes his lips onto yours. This time, the kiss was anything but gentle. His tongue roamed around your mouth with want and need, and the passion was something you had never quite experienced before.

You pulled at his dirty blonde locks as your tounges fought for dominance, neither of you wanting to submit to the other.

Hungry for more, Rafe pulls down your panties and abandons them on the kitchen floor, before lifting you up onto the counter in one swift motion.

He peppers sloppy kisses down your neck and your chest, before reaching the place your burning for him the most, spreading your legs apart for him.

“So fucking wet for me” he hums, the flirtation in his voice sending waves throughout your body. Why does something bad always feel so goddamn good.

His tongue teases your clit as he peers up at you, watching the way your mouth opens and your back arches at his actions. The eye contact alone could make you cum right there and then.

He quickly inserts two fingers into you, the action making you cry out in pleasure.

He stands up as he continues pumping in and out of you, using his free hand to cover your mouth.

“Shh princess, wouldn’t want my sister to know how good I’m making you feel right now, would we?”

You shake your head, unable to form a reply as he hits spots in you no one else ever has.

“So good for me” he teases, watching your fucked out state beneath him.

You whimper as his fingers leave your core, which he chuckles at. He quickly removed his shorts and underwear, his cock springing out as your eyes slightly widen, gazing at the way pre cum was spilling out of him. He was a lot bigger than you imagined.

He wasted no time in pushing his pulsing cock into you. Your mouths both fall open as he fucks you, a string of moans and curses leaving you both at the overwhelming pleasure. his fingers entering your mouth to stiffle your moans once again. You can taste your arousal on his fingers, turning you on even more.

You don’t even care that anyone could walk down any minute and see him pounding into you, including Sarah. If anything, it’s making you want him more.

“Shit, Rafe” you moan, although your words are muffled by his fingers.

“So fucking tight for me, my good little girl” he says. The way your clenching around him has him feeling pure ecstasy right now.

He removes his hand from your mouth, bringing it down to your neck and squeezing before kissing you again. The kisses were sloppy, but perfect.

You can feel yourself starting to come undone as he fucks you into oblivion, the pleasure bringing you to a new high.

“Fuck I’m ganna-“ your cut of as your orgasm washes over you, your legs shaking as you bury your head in Rafes neck to stop your moans.

The way you clench around him sends Rafe over the edge as his hot cum spills inside of you, riding you through your high.

Yours and Rafes heathy breathing fills the silence in the room as he pulls out of you, resting his forehead against your own.

After a moment, Rafe breaks the silence with possibly the cockiest thing you’ve ever heard him say.

“See, the attitudes gone. All you needed was my cock inside of you” he whispers, his signature smirk returning to his tired face.

He leaves you there as he returns to his room, his cum spilling down your legs as you try to gather your thoughts.

What the hell have i just done.

#obx #outerbanks #Rafe Cameron #Rafe Cameron smut #drew starkey #outer banks smut #Rafe Cameron x reader

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tuiccim · 9 months

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Though I Have Never Read It (Part 9)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2348

Warnings: Angst, so much angst. I'm so sorry.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

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"U-us?" You ask, confused.

“Yeah, us. I, we, I- God! I’ve been trying to figure out how to talk to you about this for weeks,” Mark says.

“About us?” You clarify.

“Yes,” Mark nods but seems to be at a loss for words.

“What about us? You know you can talk to me about anything,” you reassure him.

“After things ended with the woman I was seeing, Laura, I got to thinking. She knew about Eva from the beginning but then she decided she didn’t want that. To be a stepmom. She said she didn’t know if she could love Eva, love a child that isn’t hers. And it made me think, what if I can’t find someone that can love her?” Mark pauses.

“You will, Mark. It just has to be the right person,” you put a hand on his arm.

“It does and, so I thought, why can’t that right person be you?”

You stare at him absolutely stunned before finally finding your voice, “What?”

Mark takes a deep breath and then launches into his reasoning, “You love Eva and we’re great friends. Maybe we’re missing this great thing that’s right in front of us? Maybe we could be a family and along the way we could fall in love? We’ve always seen each other as friends. Off-limits in a way but if we tried, it could be great. You’re practically Eva’s mother anyway or the closest thing she has to one. We could do this together. Am I making any sense?”

“I understand what you are saying but… Mark, you’ve been through a lot lately. Your first relationship and breakup since you were widowed and then all this with Eva. Your emotions are running high.”

“I know it seems like that but I’ve thought about this a lot. I think all of this gave me clarity. We would be great together. We are great together. We get along, we work really well together with parenting, we’re comfortable together. We don’t have to jump right into anything. We could start spending a little more time together. Go on a few family outings and then a date. It felt weird when I first started thinking about it but it makes sense. Doesn’t it?”

“I’m… a little thrown, honestly,” you admit.

“I know, I’m sorry but… will you at least consider it? We could be a family. A real family,” Mark says softly.

“We are a real family. It’s little and broken but still good,” you quote one of Eva’s favorite movies, trying desperately to relieve some of the tension between you.

“Okay, Stitch,” Mark laughs, “but will you think about it? Really think about it? Please?”

“I… Okay, yeah, I’ll think about it,” you whisper.

“I think we could be really good together. Seriously, you’re my best friend. We tell each other practically everything. You love Eva. We could make this work. I think- I think this could be great. For all of us. Eva would be so happy. We could be happy together, the three of us as a family. I’d make you happy,” Mark looks at you in a way he hasn’t before. It makes you feel nervous and scared and so many things but you can’t think of it now as Eva walks in with a sweet smile asking for breakfast.

“What would you like, Eva Diva?” You distract yourself from the conversation that you knew would weigh on you for hours.

“Toast!”

“Toast? You got it! How about some eggs, too?” You smile.

Eva’s face lights up with an idea, “French toast?”

“I’ll get out the bread,” Mark winks at both of you.

“Will you help me crack the eggs?” You ask Eva as you join Mark in the kitchen.

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A few hours later, you left their apartment with Mark walking you to the door and asking one last time, “You’ll think about it, right?”

You nodded, answering quietly, “Yeah, I will.”

“Have dinner with me Saturday. I’ll get my mom to watch Eva. We can talk about it then. No pressure, just to talk. Okay?” Mark looks at you expectantly.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll see you Saturday,” you agree.

As you were driving home, your mind ran through the exchange with Mark over and over again. You had never thought of Mark that way. As he had said, it was off-limits, unthinkable because he was your best friend’s husband and you would never betray her by even considering it. He was also right that it made sense. You would love nothing more than to have Eva be yours legally. As it stands, you have no real right to her. If Mark did ever end up remarrying and his new wife decided she didn’t want you around, you had no recourse to seek visitation. It could turn the situation ugly and that was your greatest fear.

As you pull into your parking spot at the compound, you realize you don’t even remember the drive. You had driven by rote, your mind consumed with the dilemma at hand. You laid your head back on your seat and imagined your best friend in the seat next to you. The two of you had often had your “car talks” when you could tell each other anything and you knew it would never leave the confines of that space.

“What should I do?” you ask.

“What does your heart say?” She looks at you with a smirk.

You scoff laughingly, “I hate it when you ask that.”

“Because it’s not an answer,” she smiles knowingly.

“Exactly. You answer my question with a question. It’s the worst,” you pause for a moment before asking her, “Would you hate me?”

“For loving my family?”

“No…” you stare at her, knowing she understands your question.

“I could never hate you,” she reassures.

“It feels strange, wrong to even think about it. As if I’m trying to take your place, take over your life,” you feel tears shimmer in your eyes.

“Are you?” She asks softly.

“No… I don’t know. Maybe there was always that little bit of envy. You had a good man and a real life and I was this shadow of a person under everyone else’s control.”

“You weren’t a shadow. I saw you.”

“You saved my life and then lost your own.”

“It was worth it. I brought Eva into this world.”

“She’s amazing. She’s so like you. I love her so much,” you tell her.

“And I love you. No matter what. You’re-”

A knock on your car window makes your head pop up. The presence of your best friend melting away and you stare up at Bucky for a moment before reaching for the door, “Uh, hey.”

“Hey. Are you okay, doll?” He asks.

“Just a lot on my mind,” you say as you exit your vehicle and grab your bag.

“Let me carry that for you,” he takes the bag from you.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you give him a small smile.

“How is Eva?” He asks as he walks with you to your room.

“Almost fully recovered. She still tires out easily but she’s back to her normal self for the most part. She’s a fighter, like her mom was,” your voice breaks a little as you enter your room.

“Doll?” Bucky looks at you curiously as he sets your bag down.

“I’m sorry. I just-” you break down in tears and Bucky is to you in a second. You wrap your arms around his neck as sobs wrack your body. Everything converged on you at once, your fear of losing Eva, the grief of your best friend’s death, the fear and uncertainty surrounding Mark’s request, your feelings for Bucky, and your own insecurities. You cried more than you had in years and through it all, Bucky held you.

“It’s okay. I got you, doll,” Bucky whispers reassurances as you cling to him.

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do,” you release the words shakily.

“About what? Talk to me,” Bucky rubs your back.

“I don’t- Everyth- Eva and Mark and everything. I can’t…” You stop, scared you’re going to start hyperventilating. You felt panicked. Everything was pressing down on you and you felt heavy, so you held onto Bucky. He was your lifeline in that moment.

“You’re overwhelmed, doll. The last few weeks, the last few months have been a lot for you. Let’s get some food and then maybe an early bedtime would be a good idea. What do you think?”

You nod against his shoulder, “Will you-” You stop yourself from asking him to stay with you. You know how unfair it is, but his presence comforted you. It felt wrong to ask him to be there for you as you are considering whether to give up a chance to be with him in order to be with Mark. If Bucky even wanted to be with you like that. God, you were so confused and torn and sad. Maybe you should tell him, ask his advice, and find out how he feels. He was one of the few people who knew about your full past. He had become your closest friend and confidante over these last few weeks.

Then, as if reading your mind, he answers your unspoken question. “I’ll stay with you as long as you want. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he whispers.

Those sweet, perfect whispered words should have given you all the comfort in the world but they shatter you. Your heart feels like it’s burning a hole through your chest and the tears start all over as all the confusion crashes down on your head again.

“Doll? Did I say something wrong?” He asks, pulling back to look into your face.

“No, no, it’s me. I’m wrong,” you pull away from him. Bucky lets you go, allowing you space, and waits. You put your head in your hands and turn away. Your mind is going too fast, the thoughts are crowding in. You don’t know what to think or feel. “I don’t know what to do,” you cry.

“Talk to me. Please, doll,” Bucky takes a step closer to you.

“I don’t know what to do,” you repeat the words as if stuck on a loop.

“You talk to me. That’s what you do. Look at me, doll,” Bucky moves around you to look in your face. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know if I should. It’s not fair. It’s not fair to you. You-, I-, do you…” you look into his eyes before shaking your head, “I can’t.”

“You can,” Bucky watches as you shake your head, “You can, you can, doll. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. You can tell me.” He cups your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eye.

You stare at him, covering his hands with your own, and it calms you. You had told Bucky about everything else. You had told him how weak you once were and shown how strong you had become. It wasn’t fair to him but…

“Mark,” you whisper.

“Mark? What did he do? Did he hurt you?” Bucky looks over you as if expecting to find some mark or bruise.

“No, no, he would never. He… he wants to be a family.”

The color drains from Bucky’s face as he takes in the meaning of your words, “What?”

“He’s scared he’ll never find someone who can love Eva. He wants us to be a family and…” you trail off.

“And?” Bucky prompts.

“He said, what if we’re missing out on this great thing that’s right in front of us? We could be together and be happy and… I’d be Eva’s mom,” you looked up at him with all of the confusion and fear showing on your face. “But would I be betraying her mom? Am I doing that just by thinking about it? Is that really a relationship that could be happy when it’s based on the love of a child rather than loving each other? Mark said maybe we’d fall in love along the way. But we’ve had six years as friends, wouldn’t those feelings have surfaced if they were there? Or was it just so off-limits we’ve never let ourselves go there before? He wants to go to dinner Saturday night to talk about it. I don’t know what to do.”

You lay your forehead on Bucky’s chest. If it was possible, you would have heard his heart breaking as he held you there. He felt it shattering into pieces too tiny to ever be put back together. He was in love with you, head over heels, beyond sense, in love with you. He had planned to tell you that night, before Mark called about Eva’s seizure. Maybe that was his sign that he wasn’t supposed to. Maybe he was supposed to let you go. Maybe you were only ever meant to be a night of comfort. His past was just the past and you were just meant to be a part of it. You were his sign that he could let go and move on. All he knows is he can’t fail you now and so he takes a deep breath, puts his own feelings aside, and asks the question that may turn his heart to dust, “What is your heart telling you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut tighter, staving off the onslaught of tears you feel coming to choke you. It was as if you were hearing your best friend speaking through him. You give him the only answer you can, “I don’t know. I’m just too overwhelmed right now. I can’t think straight.”

Bucky blinks rapidly, trying to keep his emotions at bay, “Of course you are. Let’s get you some food and then you need to rest. Everything will be clearer in the morning.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“Of course, doll. I’m here for you. Whatever you need,” he kisses the top of your head wishing he could make it all better. For both of you.

Part 10

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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Gojo x reader "Finishing Start"

afab!reader

series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

summary: half gojo’s pov- a drunken conversation ends your five year marriage w/ gojo

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, deviations from gojo’s past arc, slight descriptions of violence (from fight w/ a curse), divorce

word count: 1,368

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Gojo ran his hand over his face. He had made you cry again. He lashed out. He made your job search about the money. And he still was no closer to finding out what he did.

He called Geto.

“Are you sure you can’t remember?”

Geto sounded apologetic even through the phone. “I think you’re your best shot at remembering. But Satoru, I don’t think it was just that night.”

Gojo didn’t say anything. After muttering a word of thanks and hanging up, he found himself lost in thought.

✧

You stared at the curse in front of you, something purple and viscous and disgusting oozing out from beneath it. The special-grade bellowed and charged at you.

You closed your eyes and felt your cursed energy surge, channeling your innate technique.

Ah, you’d missed this, you thought. The exhilaration of missions, the joy of doing something for yourself, the satisfaction from saving others, the impact of your energy against a cursed spirit. You didn’t regret giving it up when you did, but you really did miss this.

You took out the curse with some effort, it had been a while; you were rusty. When you miscalculated a move and had to jump back, the curse’s nail dug into your arm. You’d have to go see Shoko later, it was considerably deep. But you knew you had done well. The reevaluation would be successful. Some previously anxious part of you was relieved that after half a decade of no practice, you still ranked a grade 1.

✧

You sighed as you made it to Shoko’s. You ran into Gojo on the way. Insanely awkward. He froze, seeing your bloodied arm, but you didn’t meet his gaze. Besides sorting out the logistics of divorce, you hadn’t been speaking with him.

“What’s with the doom and gloom?” Shoko turned towards you when you entered the room.

“You have to ask?” You chuckled. And Shoko, eyebrow raised, nodded in understanding.

“You know, he really is being a baby about this.” Shoko said as she healed your cut.

“No kidding,” You snorted.

“Well, good to have you back.” Shoko said. You gave her a hug and thanked her before leaving.

✧

Gojo had a box of kikufuku in front of him. What Geto said swam and echoed in his mind. “I don’t think it was just that night.”

He took one, bit into it, and remembered.

You had been cooking dinner when he came home. You greeted him with a smile, even though you were clearly tired. Namie was playing with her stuffed bunny.

“‘Toru,” You had smiled. “I made nikujaga.”

“Okay,” Satoru had responded curtly. He’d gone upstairs to change, and you’d looked disappointed.

He had forgotten until now. That almost unsettled him more than the actual memory. Had he really cared so little about how you felt that he forgot?

He took another bite of the kikufuku.

He had come back from a mission and went out. It was the first time he didn’t come straight home after a mission. He didn’t do much, mostly just strolling around a shopping mall.

When he turned around, you were standing there, expressionless. He felt his phone vibrate and saw that you had called him twenty-three times, seeing as he had returned but was nowhere to be found.

You were too far away, he couldn’t be sure, but it looked like you had wiped a tear. But then, you ran up to him, and you were smiling. You didn’t look happy, more resigned. He hadn’t noticed.

“I’m glad you’re back,” You had said. “But at least call me when you get back next time, okay? I had to find out from Shoko.”

He’d muttered some sort of agreement. He thought maybe you’d sighed.

Gojo felt cold. He took another bite.

He’d begrudgingly took out time to come to your reunion. He’d stood silently as you introduced him, occasionally acknowledging the conversation. He could tell he was making the atmosphere awkward. Your friends were uncomfortable. You were trying to make the best of it. But then he left. He vaguely felt you turning around trying to look for him. Walking over to the bar, he didn’t drink but bantered with someone, he wasn’t sure who.

Your friends shook their heads. You had sighed. You’d walked up to him, tone somber. “Satoru, it’s time to leave.”

He had nodded and gotten up, but he hadn’t noticed that for once, you didn’t call him “‘Toru”.

And then what you’d said entered his mind. “Do you really need me to point out how little you cared about me or this family?”

“Did it ever occur to you that what you did might be too painful, too humiliating for me to repeat? I don’t owe you an explanation!”

“You’ve done enough harm.”

“We both know you’ve done enough to justify this just from what you can remember. Focus on that.”

“Self-respect? You’re talking to me about self-respect?”

“I thought after our last conversation you’d actually indulge in some self-reflection.”

“You make me sick.”

And his stomach dropped at the thought that he hadn’t listened to any of it. Even now, he’d only reflected because of what Geto said.

Did you hold even any significance in his heart? He felt despicable.

And then, by some miracle, he remembered what he said that night.

“Marriage really isn’t all that.”

“I’m really wasting my life. I’m always worried on missions, and now this is always being used against me, you know they gave up being a sorcerer.”

(“It was for Namie though, right?”) “Sure, but did I ask for that?”

“Look, all I’m saying is, Y/N and I were friends in Jujutsu High. Maybe we should have stayed at that.”

He slid off the couch, head between his knees.

Who was he to interfere with your life? What had he ever done to give him that right?

He had no answer.

✧

You’d officially received your reevaluation. Grade 1 sorcerer. You’d be on missions soon, you were added to the payroll, it seemed like everything was coming together.

Then Gojo called. Ugh.

You were in such a good mood, too. He was sure to ruin it. But besides for Namie, you’d been ignoring him for weeks. So, gritting your teeth, you answered.

“Y/N? Oh, Y/N,” Gojo said, hurriedly, as if he was afraid you’d hang up, yet relieved. “I’m so glad you picked up,”

“That’s a new tone for you,” you said, sarcastic yet pleasantly surprised.

“I’m so—” He began, then stopped. “I… I just wanted to let you know I think you should have the house.”

“Oh,” you’d said, completely pleasantly surprised now.

“Just let Namie visit when I find a place, okay?” You rolled your eyes. As if you’d been keeping her from him.

“Anyways,” Gojo continued. “I just, if Namie needs somewhere to stay when you’re on missions, I’m here—unless I’m also on a mission, but, yeah.” He finished awkwardly.

What was up with him?

“Uh, okay,” you said, confused, but pleased.

“Great, we’re still on for today, right?”

You hummed in confirmation. And he hung up.

What was that?

You frowned to yourself. But seeing the time, you went to get Namie. He was visiting today.

✧

The three of you walked down the street. Namie held an ice cream cone, munching happily, humming to herself. You held her hand and kneeled down to wipe her face with a napkin. She giggled, and though you knew you’d have to wash her dress later, you laughed, too.

Gojo watched the two of you, fighting the thought that maybe he had lost the happiness in his life. This family would never be the same again.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek in surprise, and wiped it away. You looked up then, and noticed, as you do, with a questioning glance. “You okay?” You mouthed, not wanting to concern Namie.

Namie looked up then and gave him a grin. She held up the cone to him. You lifted her up so she could reach, content smile on your face.

And Gojo, taking a bite, wondered what it was he felt in his chest.

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perfect-angel-boy · 5 months

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Smoking on my Ex Pack

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Was listening to SZA and smoking and got an idea. No warnings rly… umm some suggestive content, mostly just fluff, reader gets called a hoe by a shitty ex bf, best friend!mike, friends to lovers, pining, it’s cute and I’m proud of it

“Whatever, you’re a hoe anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever, you fuckin bum,” you rolled your eyes as you finished packing another bowl, “delete my number.” You sighed as you hung up, unable to believe that you had wasted nearly an entire year on such a loser.

Your best friend, Mike, sat across from you in your living room, falling backwards with laughter. “I tried to tell you about him, bro.”

“Shut up, dork. I don’t wanna fuckin hear it.”

He over-dramatically wiped his eyes, sitting back up. “I really am sorry though. Breakups are rough.”

You put the bowl to your lips, taking a hit and exhaling before responding, “is it, like, fucked up that I’m not really that sad about it? It’s like, almost a full eleven months with this guy and I don’t even feel like crying. If anything I’m relieved.”

Taking the bowl from you, he nodded, “yeah?”

“Yeah, dude,” you run your hands down your face, “being with him was like being somebody’s fucking mom. Like, we’re fully in our twenties and I have to remind you to wash your fucking ass? Grow up.”

This set Mike laughing hysterically again, “no way he didn’t wash his ass. How come you never shared this with me before?”

“Because I thought that I loved him, and I knew what you’d say.”

“What? That I was right and you should’ve dumped him a long time ago?” He had a smug look on his face as you reached over to snatch the bowl back from him.

“Yeah, exactly, you fuckin dick.” You laughed, too, your shoulders gently shaking as you lifted the bowl to your lips.

“Well, since your relieved, let’s celebrate.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, curious, “what’d you have in mind?”

“I can see if Vanessa can keep Abby for the night, we can get high as shit and watch all of your favorite movies?” He posed it as a question, raising an eyebrow back at you.

You broke into a grin, “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

He smiled back at you before getting his phone out and calling Vanessa as you moved to your dvd shelf to pick out what your first watch of the night would be.

~~~~

Nearly five hours had passed, it was now 10:00 pm, and you and Mike hadn’t moved in at least an hour. The two of you were sunken comfortably into the couch, passing a joint he’d rolled between the two of you. The Craft was playing and you were reciting it word for word. Your eyes were glued to the screen as you exhaled smoke and then picked up on the next line, “you know in the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven… they would kill her.”

Unbeknownst to you, Mike’s eyes were glued to your side profile. He was mesmerized with the way the tv light highlighted your silhouette in the darkness. He kept telling himself that it was just because he was high that he was so captivated with you, but he knew that it was more than that; he always felt this way around you. It was like his insides were all soft moldable goop and you could twist them into whatever shape your little heart desired, and you didn’t even know that you were doing it.

Without removing your eyes from the screen, you asked, “wanna order a pizza or something?”

Mike hummed in response and you rolled your eyes, assuming that he was simply ignoring you. You turned your head to face him and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw his eyes trained on you.

“Mike?” You reached out, snapping in front of his face.

This seemingly broke him out of whatever weed-induced trance that he was in, as he blinked, suddenly sitting up straighter. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“You good, bro? You were completely spaced out. How long were you like that?”

He took the joint from you, his cheeks turning red as he dodged your eyes, “uh, I don’t know.” He let out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?” You scooted closer to him, resting your hand on his arm. You grew more concerned when he seemed to stop breathing at your touch. “Mike? You good?”

He let out a breath, nodding as he tried to appear more relaxed than he felt. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten caught staring at you. “I’m good, just zoned out I guess.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, getting comfortable in your new spot beside him on the already small couch. “Okay, just don’t freak me out like that again. You looked possessed.”

He felt possessed, but he didn’t say that out loud, instead trying to get comfortable again. As he tried to get comfortable again, he couldn’t help but notice how close you were to him. Since when did you being so close make his heart beat like this? He was worried that if you got any closer, you’d hear it. Of course you just had to lean in closer and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Stop hogging the jay, dickhead.” You were whispering now, though you didn’t really know why.

He whispered back, “sorry,” passing it to you. Your fingers brushed and for a second neither of you moved.

After a moment, you took it from him finally, inhaling deeply. As you exhaled you began to cough, laughing through it as Mike rubbed your back, asking if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just got weak ass lungs I guess.”

He let out a small laugh at that, taking the joint from you and taking a hit.

You leaned back into him, smiling up at him as you rested your head against his shoulder, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here for me, no matter what. I love you,” you said, grabbing the joint back from him, killing it.

There you fucking go again, he couldn’t help but think, twisting around all of his most vital organs, molding them into whatever you felt, and you didn’t even realize that he was putty in your hands. “I love you, too.” You had no idea how much he meant that.

“Awe man,” you muttered under your breath as you looked back at the screen, noticing that the movie was almost over. You’d been so caught up in Mike’s little moment that you’d missed so much of what was arguably one of your top five favorite movies.

“What’s up?” Mike asked, his eyes focused back on you, laced with confusion.

“Movie’s almost over, missed like, some of my favorite parts just now,” you grumbled, upset.

“Oh, sorry,” Mike responded, sounding like he was about to zone out again.

He felt lightheaded, and he was trying to convince himself that it was the weed and not the feeling of you leaned against him, curled up and wrapping both of your arms around one of his. He could smell your shampoo and coffee and weed and everything that made up you and he felt intoxicated by the scent. His head was swimming with thoughts of you. You laughing and smiling, the way your lips wrapped around a blunt, what you’d look like wrapping your lips around him.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face, letting out a laugh that made him smile, still a little daze, “what?”

“You’re staring again,” you giggled, resting your hand on his cheek, more laughter slipping out as you feel it get warm under your palm.

“Am I?” He asked, not taking his eyes off you.

“Yes, doofus,” you said.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first but suddenly you were pressed against him, hands tangling in his curly hair as you pulled on his bottom lip with your teeth, the credits starting in the background.

He pulled away first. “Shit, sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, reaching out for him.

“For kissing you,” he rushed out, “you just broke up with your boyfriend and I’m your best friend and I should be comforting you not taking advantage of you being vulnerable-“

“Mike,” you tried to interject.

“I’ll leave if you want, god I’m such a dumbass-“

“Mike!” You clapped your hand over his mouth. “Shut up for once in your life. Please?” You groaned in disgust as he licked your palm, moving it from his mouth before continuing. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Unless your apologizing for stopping.”

“Oh?”

You rolled your eyes, “yeah, dipshit. I’ve only been waiting for you to do that for about five years now. And you’re not ‘taking advantage of me.’ I’m not ‘vulnerable.’ Right now I’m mostly just high and horny and a little annoyed at you for being such an idiot, and-“

You were cut off by Mike’s lips crashing into yours, the two of you falling back into the couch as you let out a small squeal. Then you felt it, Mike’s fingers tickling at your hips. “Mike!”

He pulled back, grinning at you like a chesire cat, “I’m an idiot?”

His fingers didn’t let up as you began to let out shriek-like giggles. “Yes, you are,” you forced out between laughs, “now unhand me!”

“Unhand you?” He laughed, his hands resting on your hips, “what are you, a fuckin medieval knight?”

You laughed, too, slowly catching your breath, “don’t make me knee you in the balls.”

He looked down at you, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t test me, you’re in the perfect spot for me to knee you in the balls right now.” You smirked up at him.

He smiled, moving one hand to rest beside your head as he leaned down. His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, “please don’t knee me in the balls.”

You found yourself whispering again, “what’s in it for me if I don’t?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you again.

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malarign · 1 year

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sometimes we don't get what we deserve

(when you comfort him after a harsh breakup)

contains: bff!Jay x fem!reader | genre: angst | tw! breakup, lots of crying | wc: 0,9k

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Pouring rain perfectly captured complicated emotions on the boy that lied down on your lap, sobbing loudly. You tried everything you could in order to make his day better but nothing seemed to work. But you couldn’t feel anything apart from pity for your best friend. Anybody after such a harsh breakup mixed up with witnessing their partner cheating would be in such a state as Jay was at that moment. Her being his first girlfriend didn’t make things any better. Words like: “I’ll never fall in love anymore” or “Why would she do that to me” escaped his mouth in between his crying session. All while you tried soothing his pain by ruffling his hair.

“Jay you’re gonna dehydrate yourself,” you said completely serious. “Let me get you some water.”

“Don’t you dare move,” he said sending you a threatening glare. “Don’t even think of leaving me right now”

“No please don’t…” you thought to yourself just for him to say what you predicted.

“Just like she did!” he cried bawling his eyes out.

“That’s enough!” You had enough of his hopeless state. “Jay you better get up, right now. We’re going on a trip,” you spoke firmly knowing how he loved spontaneous trips, praying his current state wouldn’t change that affinity.

“Where?” he asked making you sigh in relief.

“Surprise.”

Both of you sat in your car, and none of you spoke any words during the ride, silence engulfing you in a warm embrace. While waiting for a green light you took a quick glance at your friend. His tired eyes were still a little bit swelled, hair a total mess. Yet he still looked as good as always, no matter how long he had cried that night.

After a while you stopped a car, snapping Jay out of his unmatched thoughts.

“Y/n what are we doing here? Why the beach?” he asked but you already jumped out of the car. Without saying a word he followed you, stepping out of the comfortable car to stand in the pouring rain. To your surprise, he didn’t ask any questions or protest against your questionable techniques to make him feel at least a bit better. Because when it came to his well-being he trusted you fully.

Even though the rain never stopped pouring, the weather was warm, just like any day in the middle of the rainy season. You walked on the path leading to the beach. Feeling you started to feel the water in your shoes you took them off and left on your way. Jay just like a lost puppy followed all of your steps, leaving his pair next to yours.

You stopped your tracks to watch wild waves from a safe distance. You looked at your friend wondering if the droplets of water are caused by his tears, the rain, or both of them.

“Do you feel any better?” you asked, hoping for a positive answer.

“I don’t know,” he answered simply, before glancing at you, eyes even more exhausted than before. Never in your life have you felt worse than right now. You had never seen Jay in such a miserable state, all because one girl.

“Then scream.”

The simplicity of your statement made him frown. “What?”

“Scream, Jay. Nobody’s gonna hear you here. Just me, you and the sea.”

Jay thought for a second, the idea of just screaming his heart out seemed ridiculous, but also strangely liberatory.

So he did.

He screamed until he could’t think of anything else he wanted to say.

He screamed until all the tears he had left were resting on his burning cheeks.

He screamed until his heart stopped beating so fast, and gradually slowing down its pace.

“Am I not deserving to be loved?” he whispered lowering his head.

You bit your lips lightly, relieved to see your friend pouring his heart and worries out, but also concerned by the last thing he said. You hugged him tightly, him hugging you back almost immediately. Both of you sat on wet sand still in each other embrace.

“Jay, you, out of all the people I know, deserve to be loved the most,” you whispered feeling your own salty tears brimming in your eyes. “Sometimes we don’t get what we deserve, though. You are the most hard-working, loyal, inteligent and beautiful man I know, both inside and out. Person that waits for you in your future is safe to say the luckiest person. And if she didn’t see that in you, means she wasn’t deserving and didn’t unerstand the values you treasure. I hope you know that you deserve to be loved brilliant and dazzling love.”

He pulled out of your hug and looked down at his hands, just to look back at you. “Thank you Y/n. You always know what to say to make me feel better,” he said, a glimpse of bliss in his brown orbs.

“That’s what friends are for,” you smiled beamingly.

The ride back to his apartment to drop him off was once again silent, this time in a comfortable and a blissful way. Just before he got out of your car he turned to face you and said: “Y/n, I just want you to know that I also think, no, I know you deserve the best, I hope when you’ll find somebody you like they’ll treat you just like you deserve to be treated.” With that he left you in your car, and ran to the entrance of his apartment complex.

“If only you knew, Jay,” you said single tear falling on your cheek.

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Assumptions (Part 13)

Rewritten/Edited. ~1.6k words

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The last party of the summer at the point is going strong, with a pogue only bonfire and kegger to bring the entire side of the Cut together at least once more before the summer ends. The one rule to tonight meant no kooks.

You giggle as Pope carries you on his back down to the shore, the remaining pogues following. Once he deposits you into the sand, you waste no time and run into the edge of the water. The cold ocean water feels good on your feet and legs. You smile, stretching your arms out.

“Being single again feels that good?” JJ asks, nearing you.

You shrug, trying not to think about Rafe. It had been a month of no contact or sightings. At first, it felt like a Rafe-sized hole had been left in your life, but slowly with the help of your friends and work you had managed to fill it.

“Being kook free feels good,” you correct, and he grins at you.

JJ had been relieved when you showed up at the Chateau to tell the group that you and Rafe were officially over. Everyone seemed a little shocked, including Sarah. That surprised you.

“Want a beer?” JJ asks, his hand finding your back. You nod, grinning. He goes, throwing his arm around John B’s shoulders as they go. You glance to see Pope and Kie so close their shoulders bump as they talk. Kie laughs at something he says, and you smile, heartwarming at how close they are becoming. Kie likes Pope, and you know Pope likes her. It is obvious in the way he looks at her.

“Rafe’s here,” Sarah’s voice pulls your attention, and you turn to her. Your eyes are wide as you try to understand why the kook would be present. She jerks her chin towards the fire, and you inhale sharply, steeling yourself for the first sighting since he left you in your bedroom the night you broke his heart, before looking. There he is. He is all smiles, a brunette leaning into his side, and he grins at her before taking a sip from his cup. She leans in, lips planting on his cheek. He turns his face towards her, and you have to look away before they kiss. A pang of jealousy in your stomach surprises you.

“What an asshole,” Sarah mutters, but you wave it off and continue away from his lovefest.

“We come bearing beer!” John B announces as they return with a cup for each of you. Pope and Kie head for their own while citing finding a fellow pogue to say hi to now that they are no longer in their little conversation bubble.

“You, okay?” JJ asks, passing you a cup.

“Yes!” You smile and take a sip, wincing at the over-enthusiastic answer. He nods, studying you, not buying your lie for a minute. You huff before looking at him. “Rafe’s here… with someone.”

JJ frowns and turns to look at the clusters of people around the fire and keg. John B also turns at the mention of his girlfriend's older brother, and Sarah looks again to see her brother right where she had initially spotted him.

JJ notices him and the girl still clinging to him. “Fuck him, right?”

“Right,” you respond quickly and take another drink, a more generous gulp of the amber liquid. The beer is not as cold as you prefer, but it would do. It is free beer, after all.

“Besides,” he says quickly, turning to you as he pats his pockets. “I have this!”

He produces a joint, and you cannot help but laugh a little.

“Come on, Baby, let’s find a spot and share.”

“Sounds good to me,” you chime happily, and he throws his arm around your shoulders as you walk towards a stray piece of driftwood.

Sarah and John B follow, laughing at your sudden change in mood at the mention of a joint with JJ. You do not look back, if you had, it probably would not have helped, because Rafe has finally spotted you. A frown on his face at the sight of JJ touching you and you carrying on like the breakup was the last thing you were worried over.

Once you are settled, and Kie returns with Pope, the conversations flow easily, and the beer supply stays steady.

“Hey.” JJ bumps your knee with his. “Want to share the last hit?”

“Share?” You ask, eyebrows raised in confusion.

He nods, a grin on his face. “I take it and share it with you.”

You tease him by pretending to think it over as he squirms in excitement before giving him a nod. He grins and takes the final hit before pulling you closer to him. Your hands settle on his shoulder as your mouths nearly meet. He exhales the smoke, and you inhale, fingers digging into his shoulders before his lips press to yours once you have inhaled it all.

"Good job, Baby," he murmurs, fingers warm against your exposed waist. He leans back, letting you blow it out when you are ready before he winks at you.

“Not a bad way to finish it, huh?”

“No,” you whisper, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

“You are with JJ?!” Rafe stands not three feet away, his date for the night behind him, her hands on his back.

You exhale, dropping your head down. Your chin is against your chest as you try to figure out how to handle this without a fight starting. The atmosphere seems to shift, and you can feel the tension crackle to life at the imposing kook. JJ is tense beside you. His arm wraps around your waist to pull you that last bit closer. You lean into him, gaze flickering over the dark-haired girl.

“What is it to you, Rafe?” JJ asks.

“Don’t,” you say softly. JJ frowns, looking at you. You look at him. “He’s not worth a fight.”

“I’m not worth it?” Rafe asks, his fingers pointing to his chest. "Me?"

You look back at him. The anger you feel at him not giving you space even now floods your features. “You shouldn’t be here, and you shouldn’t be jealous, I’m not yours anymore.”

“You have someone with you right now,” Sarah says, rising to her feet.

She cuts him off before he can snap back at you, but you can see the storm clouds in his blue eyes. Your words bite at him.

Sarah’s brown eyes are angry as she glares at her older brother. “Leave us alone.”

He smirks as the realization sets in. “It was you, wasn’t it?” He asks. “You told her to break up with me.”

“No,” you say, standing up and glaring at Rafe. You can tell he does not buy it, a dark chuckle falling from his lips. “Leave Rafe. It’s a pogue party, anyways. You should not be here.”

“Well, I was invited,” he says, a smirk on his face, and you want nothing more than to slap it off. He reaches back, his arm hooking around the girl’s waist, pulling her into his side so you can fully see her. “Isn’t that, right?”

“Sure is,” she says, looking at him with a smile before looking at you. “Did not realize you had dated a pogue before.”

“It was just a bet,” Rafe says, smirking over the rim of his cup as he takes a sip.

JJ gets to his feet in an explosion of anger, but you quickly grasp his arm. You step closer to JJ. “Not worth it J,” you whisper. His eyes are angry as he tears his gaze away from Rafe to look at you. You smile weakly at the blond, his pupils dilated from his high, and you know how easily he is to rile up when high. "Let it go, please. For me?"

“It is time for you to go,” Kie says, her voice angry as she stands, Pope and John B getting to their feet shortly after.

Rafe smirks, his gaze dragging over you as the girl pats his chest. It is clear she is ready to go, but he is not. You can see him turning over various ways to get another rise out of you in his mind.

“You know what, fine. You can stay,” you snap at Rafe before grasping JJ’s hand. “We are all going to dance anyways.”

“We are?” JJ is confused by your statement.

“We are!” Sarah and Kiara agree, both taking either John B or Pope’s hand as you head away from the kook and his new girl.

“Real bold, Baby,” Rafe mutters, and you clasp JJ’s hand tighter as he tenses.

“Nope, come on,” you say sharply, and lead him into the cluster of people dancing and drinking.

The party continues into the night, but you stay away from Rafe and his date as you mingle, drink, and dance.

“More?” JJ asks, taking your empty cup after you finish tipping it back. You are exhausted, ready to crash in the sand with your friends, and nearing drunk.

“Yes, please,” you grin and watch him go before wandering back towards your group of friends, who are all settled around a new piece of driftwood, a few other fellow pogues hanging out with them.

“Can we talk?” Rafe asks his hand on your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

“No.”

He rolls his eyes, grip tightening on your wrist. “Please?”

You exhale, glancing around you for his date. “Where’s your date?”

“Carrie is saying her goodbyes.”

“Ah,” you clue in before pulling your wrist free. “You should probably head out then, Rafe. Don’t want to keep your date waiting.”

He frowns but takes a step back, and you notice the other pogues all watching. He is outnumbered here, so you know he will not push it.

“Have a nice night, Rafe,” you whisper before you step further away and leave him. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you walk away from him.

Part XIV

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #outer banks rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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Right Person Wrong Time

I definitely don't ship Sirius and Mary but I kinda like the idea of the two of them dating as teens and then having this mutual realization of like "omg I'm gay" "omg wait me too" "omg I'm in love with my best friend" "omfg dude. me too." and having an amusing amicable breakup and becoming each other's wingman/woman so here's this that I just wrote except its less amusing and more sad.

14-year-old Sirius black not knowing was being gay even was because merlin forbid such a topic was spoken about within the halls of the noble and most ancient house of black.

14-year-old Mary choosing random guys to pretend to have crushes on because she didn't know why she never had a real crush like all the other girls her age. She didn't have the knowledge she needed to recognize her feelings for her best friend yet.

15-year-old Sirius asking Mary out because she was a pretty girl and he thought he was supposed to date pretty girls.

15-year-old Mary saying yes because Sirius was a cute boy and she thought maybe if she dated him long enough, she would actually start to like him.

15-year-old Sirius not understanding why the room felt like it lit up whenever Remus walked in but that didn't happen with any of his other friends.

15-year-old Mary being afraid of why she got butterflies when Lily hugged her but not when Sirius kissed her.

16-year-old Sirius hating himself for hurting Remus and not being able to find the words for why his guilt was so immense and why it ached so bad that Remus would likely never speak to him again.

16-year-old Mary suddenly making sense of everything when Marlene came out to her and Lily. Realizing that she'd never grow to like Sirius romantically because she's only ever had eyes for the girl sitting next to her.

16-year-old Mary breaking up with Sirius and being honest with him about why. Not telling him about Marlene or even about Lily but telling him that she had feelings for a girl. Mary being relieved when Sirius took it well and wished her the best of luck with the girl.

16-year-old Sirius having an honest to god crisis when Mary came out to him, realizing that if girls could like girls, then boys could probably like boys too.

16-year-old Mary seeking Marlene out and asking anything and everything about how she knew and what it felt like to be gay. Marlene answering all of her questions and helping her become comfortable with her identity.

17-year-old Sirius keeping these feelings bottled up, even after Remus has forgiven him, because despite being wholly supportive of Mary, he just can't accept himself the same way. Not when his mother's voice is always at the back of his mind, telling him to be a good son, a respectable man, and pure heir. Not when Remus' words to him a year prior "Looks like you really do wear your last name well" rattle his bones every time he looks at the boy.

17-year-old Mary being crushed when Lily and James start dating. She admits her feelings to Marlene, who only gives her some sad words of comfort, unable to do anything else. Mary staying by Lily because she values their friendship above all else and if she can't have the girl she loves, she's at least going to make damn sure that that girl is happy.

18-year-old Sirius not going to James about this, because he needs someone to give him something other than blind faith and optimism. Sirius going to Peter, and for the first time admitting out loud ever, let alone to someone else, tells Peter that he's gay. That he's in love with Remus. And that he hates himself for fucking it up before he ever had a real chance. Peter telling Sirius that he knows. Because Sirius Black has never known subtlety. Peter telling Sirius that, while he has certainly made himself a considerable large obstacle to get around, he doesn't think that Sirius has completely fucked up his chances.

19-year-old Mary being Lily's maid of honor, heartbroken but somehow genuinely happy for her best friend. Mary admitting to Lily just after the wedding that she had feelings for her, not with the intention of ruining her marriage, just with the intention of finally getting the weight off her shoulders. Lily telling Mary that she loves James and wouldn't give him up for anything, but that she wishes Mary would have confessed years earlier. Because Lily had once loved her too. The two of them laughing at themselves and hugging and making a childish pinkie promise. Lily promises that Mary's feelings will never change how she acts around her. Mary silently promises to always have Lily's back and make sure she's happy.

19-year-old Sirius seeing his best friend get married and finally working up the courage to confess to Remus. He doesn't expect Remus to return his feelings, or even still be his friend afterwards. He doesn't expect Remus to cut him off mid-rant to kiss him full on the mouth. Except that's what Remus does. They're in the middle of a war, and they're young, and they're fucking terrified, but none of that seems to matter when now they're all of that together.

21-year-old Mary has failed. Her promise has been broken. The butterflies are gone, withered alongside the Lily that gave them life with each of her hugs.

21-year-old Sirius is so, so cold. There is no light in dark Azkaban cell, the one room Remus will never walk into. The war is over, and he will not be young forever, nor will they ever be together here. Sirius is left to be terrified alone.

#marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #lily evans #mary mcdonald #marylily #james potter #right person wrong time #peter pettigrew #right person not enough time #marlene mckinnon #dorlene #jily

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Spark (tattoo master!Griff x f!Reader)

A sequel to Skulls and Roses no one asked for! Yaaaay!

Amaya said there was chemistry, and maybe yes, there in fact was :D In a few months you return to Griff's Tattoos after a bad date.

Warnings: casual sex (with a hint to something more); oral sex f receiving; Griff says “fuck” a lot.

Words: 1473; AO3 link in case you prefer reading there

It was probably one of the worst dates you had in a very long while. The guy only kept talking about himself, his job and his projects, and you thought you’ve never felt that bored before. Bored and… Unimportant? No, but really… It was so bad that at some point you had to lie to him about some emergency at home in order to escape.

A part of you is relieved now that it’s finally over, but on the other hand it’s terribly frustrating. It’s the fourth man you’ve gone out with this month and nothing clicks. Actually it’s more like the opposite - each guy seems to be even worse than the previous one. Or… Maybe it’s not just them? Maybe there’s something wrong with you? Yeah, right, self-love and self-respect, you know that, but still the question lingers in the back of your mind. Maybe the problem is that you started dating a bit too soon? But it’s been months since your breakup, and you thought you were ready. You’re realistic enough to not expect to fall in love at first sight with a beautiful prince charming, but so far no one even made you want to go on a second date. And well… Dating is exhausting after all - you try hard to look pretty, to make a good impression, and for what? Shit, maybe you’re simply not meant to be with someone?..

Drowning in these troubled thoughts, you found yourself at Griff’s Tattoos porch again, as if your feet brought you there against your own will. You’re not sure why you’re doing this and what you’re expecting, but after a moment of hesitation you reach the doorknob and push.

“Good ev- Oh. Hey there, darlin’!” the man grins widely as he recognizes you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Didn’t think I’m ever gonna see ya here again.”

“Hey, Griff,” you say simply with a faint smile on your lips, as you walk in.

“So, uh… You want another tattoo?”

“Not really.”

“Okay,” he frowns, dark brown eyes roaming up and down your body, taking in you outfit and makeup. “You look freakin’ gorgeous, by the way. Some special event?”

“I had a date.”

“A date, really?” his eyebrows raise in amusement. “You don’t seem to be very happy ‘bout that.”

“I’m not,” you sigh as you walk to the already familiar desk and sit right on the tabletop.

“No?” Griff comes closer, looking at you intently, trying to catch your gaze. “Why’s that?”

“Maybe dating’s just not my thing,” you mutter with a shrug of your shoulders. “Or maybe he’s just too dull and self-centered. Or… I’m just tired.”

“D’you want me uh… to make you forget ‘bout that shit, like last time?”

Griff’s hand reaches to brush a strand of hair from your face. Unconsciously, you lean into his touch.

“Maybe.”

Griff’s kiss is exactly the same as you remember - fierce and deep, and stealing the breath out of your lungs. It tastes like fruit bubble gum, which feels a bit weird to you - a guy with such a brutal appearance, his kisses must be like whiskey and cigarettes or at least like black coffee or something, but there’s this sweet fruity taste, and even though it’s strange, it’s not unpleasant. Your hands wrap around his neck, fingers caressing the shaved back of his head as you melt into the kiss, let the pleasant warmth of it wash over you, pushing all the frustrating thought away for a while.

Griff’s hands skim up your thighs, slowly pushing up the skirt of your dress.

“Hmm… Are those stockings?” he purrs against your lips. “That’s sexy as fuck, you know that, huh? Can I get a closer look?”

Without waiting for your answer, he drops on his knees, and soon you feel his teeth grazing against the tender skin above the hem of your stockings as he leaves a series of nips and bites on the inside of your thighs. The scratch of his beard makes you shiver, and all of this, especially seeing him between your legs like that turn you on so much you can barely hold a desperate moan.

“Just… Fuck me already, Griff… Stop playing,” you let out a shaky breath, writhing impatiently.

“Oooh, that’s how we’re talking now,” he quips. “No more hints, no maybes, just straight up to the point, are we?”

“You really have to be an ass right now?” you huff snappishly through gritted teeth.

“Relax, princess. M’ gonna fuck you just right,” he smirks, glancing up at you from between your thighs. “Wanna see what else I can do?”

“Surprise me.”

He chuckles at your request, his big hands already reaching to tug your panties down.

“Thank god there’s no fuckin’ shoelaces this time,” he murmurs as you simply shake your shoes off your feet to let him get rid of your underwear. Pushing your legs apart, Griff wastes no time, parting your folds with his thumbs and licking a long hot strip along your slit.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, hips twitching as his tongue meets your clit before diving deeper to taste your arousal.

This man’s tongue really works wonders - alternating between sucking harshly on your clit and light teasing flicks against its tip, he gets you on cloud nine in no time, you’re almost embarrassed at how fast it happens. Your legs are shaking as you come down from your high, trying to catch a breath. Griff’s beard is glistening with your juices when he’s crushing his lips on yours again, while he blindly reaches to fish the condom out of his back pocket.

There’s this pleasant, satisfying weariness in your body once everything is over, and you wish you could simply enjoy this warm post-orgasmic bliss, but your brain once again doesn’t let you do it, one stupid thought bothering you for some reason.

“Hey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Griff asks as he tucks himself back into his pants. “If you’re uh… feeling guilty for using me for sex or something - don’t worry, I’m more than okay with that.”

“Actually… I was wondering if you treat all your female customers like that,” you tell him honestly.

“Huh?” he cocks his eyebrow in surprise. “What makes you think that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” you shrug. “But somehow you always have condoms in your pocket.”

“You say it like it’s a bad fuckin’ thing.”

“It’s not, but it makes me think you don’t mind fucking around.”

“Yeah, so what? Maybe I do love fuckin’ around, you’re right, but I don’t… Sleep with customers on a regular basis, if that’s what you think. Who am I, a fucking gigolo?”

“Fine,” you raise your hands in a surrendering gesture. “Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you, really.”

“Look, I’d never insist on anything if I wasn’t sure you wanted that too,” he continues in a calmer tone.

“Uhh… Okay, and… Why’d you think I wanted it? I mean… Back then, when I first came here.”

“Oh come on! There was this thing between us, you know, like… A spark.”

“A spark?..” you try to suppress an amused chuckle, as it’s definitely not something you expected to hear from him.

“Yeah! Or whatever you fucking call it… Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. You kissed me first, remember?”

“Right. But before kissing you I actually seriously considered slapping you.”

“But you didn’t!” he gives you a triumphant grin. “See, that’s what I’m sayin’. The spark.”

“Okay, you won,” you admit, because you really have nothing to say against it. Let it be a spark. “I guess I have to go,” you say quickly, not wanting the awkward silence to settle in.

“Wait, uh… Listen, I was thinking, you… Maybe you wanna grab a couple of beers in the pub ‘round the corner?” Griff suddenly suggests, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I…” you clear your throat, taken aback by his invitation. “Sorry, but I just think another date would already be too much for one evening.”

“Jesus, woman! Why’d you have to label every goddamn thing?” he snorts, rolling his eyes. “Date… Fuck it. It’s just… Shit, I just wanna hang out with you some more, that’s all. Thought you enjoy my company as well, so…” he trails off with a soft chuckle, and you suddenly think… What if he’s right? Maybe you just tend to overthink the whole dating thing too much? It’s true in fact - you enjoy Griff’s company, despite his ridiculous tattoos and the amount of swear words he says every time he gets to speak. At least with him you don’t have to think of making a good impression, you can… Just simply be yourself. That actually sounds pretty nice.

“Yeah, what the hell. I’d love to grab a beer with you.”

Thanks for reading!

no pressure tags for those who enjoyed the previous story: @sweetieswiftie @faithlove21 @marvelous-world-of-fiction @munsonownsmyass @darlingshane

#griff x reader #tattoo master au #baby driver #jon bernthal fanfiction #lucy tries to write

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hiiiiiii m! read s2 ep2 and i LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!! <3 i actually am so relieved that steve reader friend divorce era is over......idk why but friendship breakups make me sadder than actual romantic breakups, partly because friendships themselves are so selfless and sort of by design the least selfish, or self interested you can be, with the benefit just being "we get to hang out!". i'm fascinated that steve forgave her so quickly as well, maybe because he's in a vulnerable spot right now (???), but i really did enjoy that reader was willing to make amends instead of sort of just digging an emotional hole for herself and exaccerbating the problem. i'm excited to see if she'll be as proactive down the line when things get more serious between them.

the way you handle nancy is interesting. i'm glad you don't shy away from reader being jealous of nancy and the attention of johnathan and steve and being pretty and rich, which omg, can drive full grown adults crazy, so why wouldn't a teen girl feel it, but also see nancy as like a full person? i also really appreciate your/reader's willingness to see both sides of the conflict, at least so far. a lot of people, from what i've seen, seem to view that night as a very traumatic night for steve where he got his heart broken, and that's true! it is! but it's also a night where nancy got blackout drunk from survivor's guilt that everyone around her told her to ignore in favour of just forgetting everything she experienced. that would make anyone upset! she probably does feel like her relationship is bs if it's main priority is not allowing her best friend's parents to find peace and move on! anyways, what i'm saying is that it's nice to have a realistic yet emotionally mature main character, and one who is so because they themselves are emotional and very in tune and self aware of them and others, instead of for just like, the plot vaguely, or because of modern sensibilities, no it's just an established and consistent part of her character, which is hard to do and it's so cool that you do it so well near constantly!

but i really was cheesing a lot like it just felt like a classic early 2000s CW show which is the high i'm constantly chasing. one tree hill season 1 episode i think 13 college party was very much the vibe i was getting. i should have been wearing cheetah print and leather and listening to the strokes as my friends convinced me that local basketball player was really the only guy who ~gets~ me. "i'll be" by edwin mccain plays in the background as we make eyecontact from across the room. you set the vibe, is what i'm trying to say.

billy was weirdo and creep and i'm happy he was acknowledged as such!!! not kidding when he came up to the reader i was also uncomfortable and it just had that very deeply horrible frat guy energy that makes every person subjected to it feel very objectified, and i think it's even more interesting that this is, from what i remember, one of the first time someone's shown outright interest in her, so i can imagine that that makes it even worse. i also sort of like the set up of johnathan defending her and steve holding him back, feels very much a great physical example of their position so far, with both johnathan playing a larger role in her life, as well as maybe signalling that johnathan's role as her protector, friend, confidant, all that is now passing onto steve's "hands", as steve's quite literally holding him. idk if that's too much i just had fun! and steve's final thoughts. my god. what an oblivious young man. the immediate jealousy and awe he feels.....his willingness to forgive....her promise to him as he confesses........both very moving and also amazed he hasn't realised his own feelings yet and excited that it will take him longer to do so. them making the promise together especially was so good, and such a good parallel to the one she and johnathan made in s1, and i'm excited to see if steve and r are able to uphold it better than johnathan was and how it'll serve to highlight the differences in their relationship.

very lengthy so my apologies, have a nice day and looking forward to ur next chapter!

hi angel !!

u touched on something SO BIG and i loooove discussing it: steve forgave reader so easily. and YES it was a bit ??? but later itll make sense. overall weve seen that steve just so genuinely trusts readers intentions with him, he never doubts her honesty and hes been pulled towards her since day 1, so of course he immediately was like “oh yeah we can be bffs again <3”. HOWEVER ,,,, this will play a huuuge role later (next chapter i believe). we’ll get more insight and steves vulnerability that night also def helped

and nancy !!! yes !!! i had to rewatch her scene with steve in the library a million times and i just felt horrible for them both. they want to help each other, and as ive said before about jonathan and reader, steve and nancy take care of people in opposite ways and it makes them clash. nancy wants to be proactive, steve wants to be more on the down low and tend to those he has already. hes accepted and moved on, nancy has moved on but hasnt accepted.

and as for the jonathan n steve scene i originally had jonathan holding steve back, but honestly it didnt feel right. jonathan, as much as he sucks sometimes, will ALWAYS be the first to defend y/n. every time he will. steve will too, but jonathan has that spot rn and hed rather die than let her get hurt </3

as for billy ,,,, so incredibly excited to flesh out his dynamic with reader. it wont be romantic in the slightest, but reader will have some insight into billys homelife due to max, and u bet she’ll use it against billy.

and im SO HAPPY the party scene felt real <333 thank u for the lovely asks i adore dissecting my chapters with yall its my <3333

#procrastinationprincesses #ask #m speaks #wtlws insight #i feel like an english teacher #in the best way possible

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If You Could Only See

Pairing: Big E x Reader

Prompt: 14. "They don't know what they're missing out on with you."

WC: 662

The energy backstage for tonight's Smackdown show hadn't felt this good in forever. You remembered how happy everybody was whenever Liv won the title, then again when Ronda left, but this was huge. Personally, you had been feeling like since E's injury, things hadn't been the same. Then, New Day went down to be NXT champs, which had really screwed things up in your book. It was hard not having three of your best friends there. On top of all that, Naomi and Sasha leaving had been rough as well. You felt like you were sort of stranded with nobody to hang out with. Eventually you did start to make some more friends, but it wasn't the same. Although, you weren't completely sure that your feelings for everyone had been completely friendly.

"Oh, oh! There she is! Why are you sitting here all by yourself?" E asked you. Xavier and Kofi came up behind him. They probably had an idea of why you had been isolating yourself. You didn't know what the guys talked about in the locker rooms, but you did know your name had been passing through quite a few of the guys' lips these past couple of months. Dating in the business was hard, and you thought you had found yourself a good guy in Trick Williams, but things just hadn't worked out. The breakup hadn't been overly bad, but your date with Grayson Waller just a couple weeks later had not gone well. You knew he was a bit of a jerk, but you hadn't known the extent of that at the time.

"Because it's how I am going to spend the rest of my life, so I'd better get used to it," you said sadly. E frowned as he knelt down in front of you. You knew there was some sort of pep talk coming, one that would actually work because Big E's pep talks always worked on you. He made you happier than anybody else could, but for some reason, neither of you ever tried going for it. At first, it was because he was a big champion, and you doubted that he'd want to go out with a nobody. But then you made a name for yourself and got into a series of situationships with guys who were not necessarily boyfriend material.

"I don't know what is going on with you right now. I don't know who you let break your heart this time, but I do know one thing. They don't know what they're missing out on with you. Kof and X will back me up on this, there is absolutely out there like you. Everybody, no matter who they are or whether or not they deserve it, they get nothing except for respect and kindness from you all the time. In these times, genuinely good people can be hard to come by, but there is not a day that goes by that I have ever doubted how good you are. And I wish that you could see yourself from my point of view because I think you would show yourself the love that you deserve. Or at the very least let me do it for you."

"You want to love me?" You couldn't help but sound a little skeptical about this. E was one of the most genuine men that you had ever met, but this almost sounded too good to be true.

"I don't want to love you, I already do. I want you to let me love you. I want you to give me a chance to let you see yourself through my eyes," E said. You didn't need to mull over his words in your head. You knew what he was asking, and it was something that you had been wanting for so long. E seemed relieved whenever you agreed to give him a chance. Even Kofi and Xavier were celebrating for the two of you not-so-quietly in the background.

#big e #big e x reader #wwe x reader #wwe #my writing

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carpehistoryandthepens · 10 months

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Legacy (what is a legacy?) Part 2

part one

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Hamilton, the world was wide enough. LMM.

Summary: Mike is 13. Born May 2009. Sid didn’t know he had a son. All Mike had was hope and a prayer for his and his half-sister’s safety.

(Sid is a dad of a teen he didn’t know about AU) Sidgeno.

Warnings: (for the total story) post-child abuse (all off-screen but it affects things and is spoken about often), learning how to parent, panic attacks, anxiety, based on last season, OCs?, realization about sexuality. Post breakups. Desperate lack of in-depth research for CPS in both PA/CA, melodrama?, kidfic, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with the law for drama/storytelling purposes.

The first of two things Sid learned over the far-too-long summer was that he was getting older. The second, and probably most important, thing was that time was passing far too fucking fast.

Nate's Cup Party had taught him both lessons. It had taken him more than two days to recover from Nate's damn Cup Party, which was, in Sid's opinion, at least a day too long. To be fair to himself, he didn't drink like that anymore, and he felt it for days. If Sid ever won the cup again, he would need the whole damn summer to recover from the Cup Parties. Nevertheless, Sid looked forward to it.

(Geno laughed endlessly when Sid grumbled about the recovery time over one of their regular summer chats. Of course, Geno could laugh. He had been the talk of the locker room when he had chosen to stop drinking in the season nearly ten years ago. And he loved to chirp to the team when he could in revenge.

Tanger could out-drink them all and would do so without a blink of an eye and had kindly chosen not to lord that over the team's head unless it was amusing.)

The Cup Party had all of Nate's friends, draft class, and other guys who were damn near ten years or younger than Sid. He had been surrounded by people who told him they looked up to him. They were the reason Sid had drunk that much.

Most of his Cole Harbor friends were relieved that Sid had chosen to come out with them. Sid would have been offended about it; he wasn't that petty or competitive not to go to Nate's Cup Party. Except he knew they didn't think that (...mostly….) and were more concerned about his 'broken heart' from the last season.

He and Kathy had broken up during the last season. She stayed until just after his five-hundredth goal - and Jesus, that made him feel old - but they knew they had been on the rocks for ages before then. They were ready for the change, but neither made it for so long; Sid was honestly surprised when they ended it.

But with Kathy gone for a while now and their relationship clearly not recovering in the summer like half of Sid's friends and family expected, it was good to let go and just have fun without worrying about anything. So, his friends piled on the alcohol, and Sid let them.

He did have to try hard to be the drunkest person at Nate's party. He made the top five. Definitely, Nate just missed when he was at his most drunk. Sid wasn't dancing on tables, but damn, he was definitely drunken dancing at that party. Thankfully Nate's cup party was a closed party.

Sid sighed as he got to the rink. Driving in Pittsburgh traffic before the season started made him reflect on things more than he wanted to. He pulled his small gear bag out of his car – most of his equipment was already in the capable hands of the equipment staff - and waved at the security guard by the back entrance of the Cranberry practice rink that most players entered.

Sid greeted more people as he walked from the back entrance to the locker room. Tanger called out a greeting to him from where he was warming up on a stationary bike. Sid nodded back; they would talk more on the ice or afterward.

Tanger was one of the only people who didn't believe that Sid and Kathy would get back together during the summer. The others were Geno and Taylor. Everyone else was positive they would get back together, even his close friends from home. Even Nate.

And well, despite the fact he and Kathy still had many of the same ideas and goals in a relationship, such as wanting children but wanting to wait or how much they worked as a couple, they both knew they were growing unhappy, and it was getting worse every year.

They looked at each other over dinner weeks after his five-hundredth goal game. Sid had looked up and seen his worry and resignation reflected in her eyes, and, long story short, they broke up.

They both wanted to be friends but knew they needed a lot of time to get to that point. They had spoken a few weeks ago. Kathy had found a boyfriend, and she was serious about him. She was happy.

And Sid?

Sid was truthfully so happy for her. But it killed him a little on the inside. While he didn't miss her in a way, he would think he wanted her back, but Sid wanted what Kathy could bring him, and that was a family. But wanting a family wasn't good enough to justify a relationship that wasn't making either of them happy. Thankfully Kathy seemed to understand and feel the same way.

When they spoke last, she had said something along those lines. Again, Sid felt called out and seen all at once.

Now that he was back in Pittsburgh, he saw families with children around him. The delivery of the season tickets was complicated because Sid got families for both visits.

Tanger liked to tease him that he would steal a baby or a toddler if his baby's hunger got any worse, but Sid also watched the teens. When parents interacted with their older children, he wished he could too. He wanted the experience of raising children - including teens, pre-teens, and young children, and seeing the adults they would grow into.

Every other time he had felt this way before, both he and Kathy reminded each other why they chose to wait.

Sid didn't want to be an absent father, and Kathy hadn't wanted to be a functionally single mother. He wanted to be there for his children's lives. Sid didn't want to lose all the firsts and the important events in his kids' lives. A life with hockey was not a life he would be able to do and stay in his kids' lives.

He might want to be a dad so desperately, but he wanted to be there for their lives, not just be a voice on the phone. He saw how hard it was for Geno, Tanger, and the other guys. While most players didn't choose to wait as he did, they understood what was being given up.

Sid just chose the opposite of most. He sighed as he finished getting to his gear, quickly grabbed two sticks to tape, and headed out to the rink. He was dwelling, and he hated to start a season like that.

But the problem was that there were kids and families everywhere he went, and honestly, Sid was already looking forward to closed practices. Of course, it didn't help him that every practice since camp opened was crowded with families.

This practice was on a school day officially, and Sid had hoped that he would see fewer families in the stands, but as with every practice since training camp opened, it was well attended. So Sid did his best to shove his want and longing back where it always was and shifted his attention to practice.

Sid stepped onto the ice and looked around, noting who was on the ice and who wasn't from his group. Raks and Guentzy skated over and did a few warm-up laps together. While Rakell's presence in his group had been a light surprise, Sully warned Geno and Sid that lines were being shifted around.

Geno's group had skated earlier in the day. He said he would wait until Sid was done with his ice time, and they would have lunch at his house before Nikita came home.

Sid couldn't wait. He always loved talking with Geno. Especially after nearly losing him this summer. As he passed behind one of the goals set up in front of the stands, a boy caught his eye.

The kid was dark-haired, exhausted looking with bags under his eyes, and there was a little girl about three sleeping on a large, overstuffed rolling hockey bag with an oversized jacket draped over her like a blanket. The boy had one hand on her head, gently petting her hair, and his eyes were focused on the ice.

Sid tore his eyes away from the pair. He didn't see a responsible adult for them, so he could only assume the teen was on one of the U16 teams that played out of the rink. He had other things to worry about, like his practice.

So Sid continued to shove his wants and longing down. Some day. Not now. Hockey now Nothing has changed.

He ignored how much the kid looked like his parents' photo of him and Taylor at one of his games when he was 14. All hockey concentration, family protectiveness, and that same determination set to his mouth and eyes.

Sid threw himself into getting ready for practice, learning about his new guys on the team, and catching up with the older guys. He talks to Geno about Nikita and his new school, Tanger about Alex and how they spent the summer training, Racks about his new baby, Tags about his impending son (any day now and his wife was so ready), and any of the fathers on the team.

Sid did his best to ignore the pain and how much the kid looked like a picture Sid had of himself with Taylor.

#'sid has a teen he didn't know about' au #sidgeno #8771 #i write?#this will take a while to write #working title: Legacy (what is a legacy?)

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saralayne · 9 months

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It’s Always Been You 🩵 💜

After Lucy's breakup with Chris, she knew why she couldn't be in a relationship with him. Lucy had felt disconnected from Tim and it was breaking her heart. She was sure her feelings were one sided, Until he made her talk to him and was blindsided at the confession he made to her.

Lucy was feeling confused. Her heart was in a tailspin. After the OP in Vegas, she fully knew how she felt. There was absolutely zero doubt that she had fallen in love with her former training officer. Also, knowing she had probably been in love with him for years really. She knew nothing could come from it while she was still his boot. So she wiped it under the rug. and it really seemed to work. Lucy had met Chris Sanford. He was a successful lawyer, a good guy who seemed to really care about her. Aside from the slip up, when he hummed that damn song, he really did care about her.

Lucy knew Tim walked her home that night, she wanted him to come in. She knew she would feel guilty as she was with someone and so was he but it really didn't matter in that moment and would deal with the aftermath later. After she invited him in and they had an awkward 'what happens undercover, stays undercover' moment. Tim finally agreed, but when they found Chris bleeding out on her couch at the hands of Rosalyn. The same woman who had caused her so much trauma and fear. She had indirectly attacked Lucy again.

Some time had passed. Out of guilt, Lucy had reluctantly stayed with Chris. Tim was still with Ashley. Little did Lucy know Chris had seen how guilty she was feeling about his attack. When she was offered a chance at UC school and had immediately turned it down. Chris made a call to Tim knowing he would be able to convince her to take this opportunity. Obviously, not knowing her true feelings but knowing the mutual respect they had for each other professionally and their close friendship. When Tim came by her apartment and told her to take, more importantly 'to move on'. Lucy was left completely shattered. At least she knew how he truly felt. Lucy did just that, she moved on. Weeks went by. Tim and Lucy had gone back to normal. Back to friends. She played the radio gag on him and it felt good. It all came crashing down on her again when Tim told her Ashley had broken up with him and after seeing him in the hospital. He had to have emergency spinal surgery, Lucy knew she couldn't go on leading Chris on. She wasn't just worried about her friend Tim post surgery, the realization he was her person even if he did not feel the same.

Lucy had a hard conversation with Chris which ended up not being hard for her truthfully. Chris didn't seem blindsided. Almost like he saw it coming? They agreed to part as friends. Lucy was relieved it wasn't dramatic and was just easy, But now she doesn't know how to proceed. She decided to just concentrate on work, telling herself she would eventually move on from her strong feelings. It really helped that she wasn't in the shop with Tim for 12 hours a day. When she walked into roll call that day, she never anticipated that Grey would of paired them together again as Aaron was out for the day. An immediate uneasy feeling took over. She had to be professional, just like a million times before.

Tim had thought she would be so chatty and normal Lucy. Truthfully, he had missed it, he had missed her, even if he would never admit it. The opposite was happening. They had been together for A couple of hours in the shop. Lucy had barely said two words to him. Only talking to him when needed on a couple of calls. Tim kept thinking 'What the hell is going on?'. He couldn't focus. Had become distracted. He had enough.

"Lucy, Let's go grab some lunch from the food truck"

"Sure" was all she said.

He was becoming seriously frustrated.

They arrived at the food truck. Ordered their food and sat down.

"OK, Lucy. Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I don't know what your talking about. I'm eating lunch. Everything is fine" Replied Lucy.

"NO, It's not Lucy. You have been acting off all day. Hardly talking, this is not you. Just talk to me and tell me what's bothering you"

"Tim, just leave it alone. I'm fine."

"Lucy, I wont leave it alone until you tell me what's going on"

Lucy had enough of this.

"Fine Tim, you wanna do this? Then ok. YOU told me to move on and that is what I am trying to do. I'm sorry if I am not acting like myself but it's not easy to be around you, just the two of us again. It's making moving on really hard and frankly it's breaking my heart. BUT we have a job to do, so I am remaining focused. If that's not how you think I should be acting then I am sorry for that"

Tim was left shell shocked.

"Lucy, what are you talking about? You're with Sanford and happy. How am I breaking your heart?"

Lucy let out a big sigh.

"Tim, I broke up with Chris a couple weeks ago and before you ask. It wasn't fair to him, being in a relationship when I love someone else and have for a long time. BUT that person does not share those feelings, actually really doesn't want me in their life, SO I am trying to be professional"

Tim was in shambles. What Lucy said about him couldn't of been further from the truth. Another second could not pass by without him telling her how he truly feels.

Tim grabbed Lucy's hand not caring who saw.

"Lucy...You have it all wrong. Have you noticed I'm not broken up about Ashley and I splitting up, Have you ever wondered why? Well I will tell you. It's because I'm in love with you and I also have been for a real long time. Because of our professional situation, I could never act on it. Truth be told, I knew I loved you when I pulled you out of that barrel. Ashley was a distraction for what I knew I couldn't have. It wasn't fair and I live with that regret."

"IT'S YOU LUCY, IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN YOU"

Lucy couldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought. Is this for real? Was she dreaming?

"Tim, please tell me this isn't payback for the prank I played on you because my heart could not handle that. Truth, that wasn't a prank. It was me trying to convince myself this wasn't real to me and knowing it could never happen."

"Lucy, this is more real to me than anything in my life"

Lucy found herself standing up from the table, reaching across. She cupped his face in her hand and did something she wanted to desperately do since the OP, but this time there was no pretending. It was all REAL. Lucy gave Tim a soft, passionate kiss.

Once they both released their lips from each other. Tim gasped.

"Lucy, that was AMAZING. But someone could see us. We need to talk to Grey and fill out paperwork."

Lucy smiled. She said four words that were forever cemented into his heart.

"SOME THINGS MATTER MORE"

#chenford #fanfic #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #angst with a happy ending #love confessions #feelings #realization #idiots in love #kissing #developing relationship #fluff

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muffinbeliever · 2 years

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Not Without You

The reader and Dean bump into each other three months after they broke up.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2282

Warnings: angst, elements of fluff, guilty Dean Winchester

Square Filled: Post Breakup AU @spnfluffbingo

A/N: hello ! i know this is for a fluff bingo and its pretty angsty but the fluff is still semi there kinda... please dont hate me that its not tooth rotting fluff but i promise other one shots for the bingo will be an overload of fluff ! its called a healthy balance lol

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The metallic scent of blood surrounded you as you absentmindedly blew a strand of hair from your face. Three beheaded vampire corpses were strewn around the room, their blood staining the floor and splattered on the wall. You sheathed your blade, wincing at the sharp pain in your right shoulder. At some point during the fight, you had been thrown against the wall and landed on your shoulder, which took the brunt of the fall. You were hopped up on adrenaline at the time and barely noticed the injury, but now there was a steady throbbing that you knew would be a pain in your ass— at least until you took some heavy painkillers stashed in the bottom of your duffle bag.

Walking out of the abandoned building, you sighed in relief at the sight of your car, wanting nothing more than to go back to the motel, take a steaming hot shower, and then sleep for two days. Putting on your seatbelt made you groan from the pain, and the less-than-smooth ride jostled your shoulder more than you had liked. Back at the motel, you carefully stripped out of your flannel and t-shirt before gently prodding the sensitive injury, relieved when you assessed nothing was out of place, and you were only going to end up sporting a large, impressive bruise. You quickly downed two pills, throwing them back with a gulp of whiskey, and then cranked the shower up until the mirror fogged over.

The water pelted your back, and you watched the blood and grime swirl down the drain. You gently massaged your shoulder, and scrubbed yourself down until the water ran clean. After getting dressed in some sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, you were ready to hop into bed and sleep it off, but it seemed your stomach had other plans. It’s loud, almost embarrassing growl filled the room, and you sighed at the realization that you would have to delay your nap a little longer— lest you ignore your stomach and get subpar sleep because of your hunger.

With a loud sigh, you made your way to the door, grabbing your keys, wallet, and phone as you went. You weren’t familiar with the small town— hell, you barely remembered the name— but you knew that there was a diner two right turns away from your motel and that was good enough for you. The short three minute drive felt like ten, since your stomach kept growling nonstop. You parked your car in the first spot you found and jogged to the door, smoothly sliding into a chair at the bar. To your right was a bakery case, and you almost drooled at the sight of a bright red cherry pie. A stout woman greeted you with a menu, but you declined, already knowing what you wanted.

“I’ll just have a burger please with extra onions and a side of fries, and a slice of that cherry pie please,” you recited, having been in this exact position numerous times.

“You got it,” the waitress said, scribbling away at her notebook before tearing out the paper and sliding it into the kitchen. She turned back to you.

“I’ll get you your pie right now. Anything to drink?” She asked.

“Just water is fine,” you said, and she nodded. There was a jingle behind you as a new customer entered the diner, but you paid them no mind, crossing your arms in front of you and resting your head in the makeshift pillow. You were just about to shut your eyes as the new customers passed.

“Come on, Sammy. Three vamps? We can take them easily.” You would know that voice anywhere. His familiar voice made your heart ache. When you had left the bunker three months ago, you had thought that would be the last time you heard his deep, gruff voice, but clearly you were wrong. You squeezed your eyes shut, turning your head away from where it sounded like they were seated. You almost jumped at the clatter of a plate being set down in front of you.

“One slice of cherry pie for the lady,” the waitress said with a smile. You thanked her quietly, and cringed internally, hoping the mention of pie didn’t pique their interest. Almost automatically, you heard a gasp and an exclamation: “Sammy they got pie!”, and your hopes were dashed.

Heavy footsteps approached you, and you desperately looked the other way— looked anywhere but them, to be exact. Before you knew it, the scent of gunpowder and leather surrounded you. In your peripheral vision, you saw the same waitress that helped you approach the man next to you.

“Hiya there, darlin. I’ll have a slice of that wonderful cherry pie, please,” he said, and you knew he bore his charming smile. With a promise of fetching his pie, the waitress walked away, and it was just you, him, and your pie that you knew he was eyeing.

“You gonna try any?” He asked, always ready to strike up conversation with a stranger. You took a moment to steel your emotions and with a deep breath, you turned towards him.

“Suddenly, I’m not very hungry anymore,” you replied. His forest green eyes widened in surprise before they were filled with another emotion you couldn’t quite place— guilt? Hurt? Pain?

“Y/N,” he whispered, and the sound of your name on his lips once more had your heart racing.

Right from the start, you and Dean clashed. He was fire— burning everything in his path with his heated words and sparked gaze. You were ice— cool, calm, and collected, never one to lose your temper. There was never an issue of chemistry. Yes, the two of you disagreed, more often than not, and it led to countless arguments, but it always led to steaming hot, angry sex. In the softer moments, like losing someone on a hunt or early mornings together in bed, all of your walls were down and he tenderly caressed your cheek while you laid securely in his arms, surrounded by warmth and comfort.

It was never verbally established that you were together— dating, exclusive, whatever— one day you just were. It was unspoken but showed through the endearing pet names and turned down advances of a flirty stranger. What you had was as easy as breathing. The pointless arguments acted more as foreplay than anything else. You were his and he was yours. It was as simple as that.

But several months in, things became more complicated as deeper feelings developed, and one day you had the startling realization that you needed Dean like oxygen, and if you lost him, you would suffocate. It was constantly on your mind every time he held your hand or played with your hair. Emotions had never been either of your strengths, and you were worried that voicing your feelings for the green-eyed hunter would scare him away. So you did what you did best: you shut him out.

It broke your heart to watch confusion cloud his eyes whenever you pulled away first, and you heard the pain laced in his tone when he asked you what was wrong. But every time you almost crumbled, you reminded yourself that this was for the better. Neither of you were in the position to get too attached, not with the very real possibility of death looming over your heads. You may have already been in too deep, but it wasn’t too late for Dean, and you wanted to spare him the pain. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself to override your ever-present guilt.

And then one day, Dean snapped.

“Sweetheart, please just tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix whatever I did if I don’t even know what I did,” he pleaded.

“Nothing is wrong, everything is fine, Dean,” you lied, but he knew you too well.

“Everything is not fine, in fact, everything is far from fine, and they have been for a while now,” he insisted.

“I know you better than you think, sweetheart.” His eyes were filled with pain and your mind was consumed with guilt. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, and lately that was all you did. You sighed deeply.

“I love you, Dean,” you said softly, and you watched as he processed your statement quietly.

“Oh,” he whispered, after a moment of silence.

“Yeah,” you said, brokenly.

“I didn’t want to tell you, because we never really talk about our relationship, and you say you know me better than I think, but it’s a two way street, Dean. I know you too, and I know that an established, concrete relationship is the last thing you want because you don’t want to deal with the pain of losing me if something ever happened.” You saw the exact moment he closed himself off, his normally expressive eyes now void of emotion. He cleared his throat.

“So what does this mean? In terms of us?” You shrugged, blinking back tears that threatened to fall.

“I can pack up my stuff and go, maybe it’ll be easier that way,” you suggested, even though that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“What if I don’t want you to go?” His question made your breath hitch and your heart pound faster.

“Is that really what you want though?” Your voice cracking at the end. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to, his hesitation to fight for you— for your relationship— speaking volumes. You wiped away a stray tear that had managed to escape, before curtly nodding, practically running from the library and down the hall into your room.

You sagged against the door, allowing yourself to quietly cry for a couple of minutes before bottling your emotions back up and packing your belongings. There was no sign of him when you left your room, and you took that as an indication that he was truly done and that he didn’t want to see you anymore.

A plate was placed in front of you, startling you for the second time that night, pulling you away from your thoughts and memories. She walked away, bringing your focus back to the man in front of you.

“Hey Dean,” you gave him a soft smile, unsure how to feel about the situation. On one hand, you were angry. Angry at yourself for walking away, and angry at him for letting you. But on the other, you were still in love with him, and seeing him again filled you with a sense of happiness that you hadn’t felt for a long time.

“If you guys are here for the vamps, you’re a little too late for that. I already took care of them,” you informed him. “You snooze, you lose, Winchester,” you teased, and a shadow of a smile quirked on his lips.

“A whole nest of vamps by yourself? You’ve become quite the badass, Y/N,” he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Please, I’m not that stupid. There were only three, all recently turned,” you said with a shrug, downplaying the amount of effort— and pain— it really was. His stare was captivating and overwhelming, so you flickered your eyes away, focusing on the two plates of pie in front of you.

“I’m surprised you’re not devouring that right now. A fresh slice of cherry pie right in front of you, and you don’t even spare it a glance? Are you feeling okay?” You feigned worry, and pressed your hand against his forehead, pretending to check his temperature. When he didn’t react, you sighed, pulling your hand away. So that’s how this is going to go, I guess.

“Dean, look,” you started, not wanting to get into it right now. Not in the middle of the diner. Not until you had your well-deserved nap that had already been postponed once today.

“I—” You were cut off.

“I love you, too,” Dean confessed. Your eyes widened, his words the last thing you expected to hear.

“I know you think I don’t want a relationship, and usually I would agree but not when it comes to our relationship. Sweetheart, there’s nothing I want more than our relationship. And you were right, I was scared that becoming too attached would lead to a world of pain and heartbreak if I had lost you, but I was already too in love with you that when I did lose you, it hurt like a bitch, and it made me realize that I want to give us all of the time that we have, even if that means it’s going to hurt even more when that time comes. Because I love you, and losing you was the worst pain I’ve experienced— worse than Hell, worse than anytime I’ve lost Sam— and I can’t keep living with this pain, this guilt, for not fighting for you when I had the chance.” His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and from the way your vision blurred, you knew yours were the same.

“I’m not leaving here,” he said with finality. “Not without you.”

His words astounded you, and you cupped his cheek with your hand, watching as his eyes closed and he leaned into your touch. You brushed away a tear.

“Okay,” you said softly, your mind made up. You stood from your seat, and his eyes opened, albeit warily.

“Grab your pie, Dean. Let’s go sit with Sam.” His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in between his legs and for a moment, he just held you, and for the first time in months, you could breathe.

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stranger-marauders · 2 years

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repaired

seventeen: she's got you

chapter summary: Steve and Robin finally are relieved of the effects of the truth serum, but Kate fears some truths have yet to be uncovered.

chapter warnings: language

word count: 2.1k

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ROBIN AND STEVE entered different stalls that were right next to each other in the bathroom, both of them not hesitating to puke their guts out. Kate waited only a moment before running behind Robin and holding her hair back.

"Steve, babe, you okay?" Kate asked as Robin still vomited—she only heard the sounds of retching in return. It felt like every high school party they'd ever been to all over again.

It had only lasted about a couple of minutes or so more, the constant sound of retching and smell of vomit almost making her throw up with them. Once Robin had finished, Kate let her hair go, and the younger girl spat in the bowl one last time before flushing it down for good.

Kate and Robin sat next to each other on the floor in the same stall, Kate leaning against the wall and Robin on the floor with her legs leaning against the stall. Meanwhile, Steve sat in the stall next to them, the wall divider cutting him off from being able to see anything but Kate and Robin's Converses.

"The ceiling stopped spinning for me," Robin finally said. "Is it still spinning for you?"

"Holy shit," Steve replied. "No."

"You think you puked it all up?" Kate asked. There was no way that they hadn't at least gotten most of that shit out of their system. They'd both puked a lot.

"Maybe. Ask me something," Robin said. Then her voice shifted to a bad Russian accent. "Interrogate me."

Steve chuckled. "Okay. Interrogate you. Sure. Um... When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?"

"Today," Robin answered.

Kate laughed in shock, turning to look at her. "What?"

"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw," Robin explained.

Steve and Kate laughed. "Oh my God."

"It was just a little bit, though."

"Yeah, it's definitely still in your system," Kate said, making the three of them laugh.

"All right, my turn," Robin said.

"Okay. Hit me."

Robin knew what she had to ask. She figured if Steve wouldn't start the conversation with Kate, she would help him. "Have you... ever been in love?"

"Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year." He imitated a gunshot, then he chuckled.

"Oh my God," Robin said. "She's such a priss."

"Hm," Steve said. "Turns out, not really."

Nancy Wheeler had been Steve's first serious girlfriend from high school. They'd started dating back at the beginning of junior year, when Steve had really liked Nancy. When he and Kate had stopped being friends, he dated Nancy, and the fight that started the end of their relationship had also caused Kate to talk to him again. She had known how brokenhearted he must've been, all because she knew how much he had loved her. They had had a nasty breakup after Nancy had essentially cheated on him with Jonathan. Kate and Steve had started dating about a month and a half afterward, just about a week before Christmas, but it wasn't like she hadn't known that he had cared about Nancy.

Robin scoffed. "Are you still in love with Nancy?"

Steve shook his head, but he realized the other two couldn't see him. "No."

"Why not?"

"I think it's because I found someone who's a little bit better for me," Steve said.

Kate's breath hitched in her throat. This was it. Steve was going to break up with her and was going to tell Robin how much he loved her. Robin was going to feel the same way about him, and Kate would be left alone on the curb, because Steve didn't really love her. How could he? She was just... Kate. There wasn't anything special about her, nor would there ever be, and one of the only things that mattered was about to be taken away from him.

Steve's chuckles pulled her out of her downward spiral. "Dustin's been saying since he got back that I need to find my Suzie, or something, which I don't even think she's real. It doesn't matter though—I found something who's absolutely perfect for me." He sighed, stifling a chuckle. "It's crazy, you know, this girl isn't even someone I would have dreamed about a few years ago, not like that. If I did, I didn't realize it was her. But I... I don't know why I didn't ever think of her, because now I know I should've been with her this whole time.

"It took her ignoring me for a year for me to even realize it, really. Even when I was with Nancy, it wasn't the same without her, you know? This girl... I didn't know it, but I've been in love with her since I met her. She had these cute pigtails and these pretzels, and—" he exhaled loudly— "I was a goner. She's always been way out of my league. First of all, she's hilarious. She's so funny. I've never laughed harder with anyone in my entire life than I have with her. Even when she almost died, she was cracking jokes.

"She's such a dork. I mean, absolute dork, okay? I mean, she'll talk your head off for hours about music and books and stuff, and you just... she's adorable, but, Jesus, I'd never tell her because she'd kill me if I did. That's what happens when she gets embarrassed, you know, she just acts like she's heartless, but she's not. She cares so much about everyone, like, I can't even count the times she's screwed herself over for someone just so they could be happy.

"I mean, I don't even have to mention how beautiful she is. She doesn't think so, but I think she's perfect. She's got this perfect smile, and her eyes, they just... glisten, especially when she's worried, they get so big, and I feel like I'm just... just drowning in them. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever met.

"And she's so smart—way smarter than me. You should see the bookshelf in her room, it's ridiculous how much she's read. You know, she can crack, like top secret Russian codes and... and be valedictorian, or whatever, and leave my stupid ass here when she leaves for school and... You know? I could go on and on about her. She's honestly... unlike anyone I've ever even met before."

It was silent for a while after Steve's long, heartfelt speech.

Kate didn't know what to say. She didn't know whether to start sobbing or to try to come up with a response, just something. Her heart ached when she thought about how wrong she'd been about everything. Steve wasn't going to break up with her because of their fight. He wasn't going to break up with her at all: when he had spoken to Dustin about them breaking up, it had been Steve thinking she'd break up with him, not the other way around. He'd been preparing for her to break up with him before she left for school, and that had been why he was acting so strangely, why they'd fought. She had been entirely wrong: Steve Harrington loved her a lot more than she thought he did.

Steve knocked on the stall to gain both Kate and Robin's attention, but neither of them answered. Robin had sat up next to Kate; realistically, she had been surprised that Steve could even think something so intelligent, never mind say it, but she thought that it was sweet he cared so much about her. He didn't need to be on truth serum for anyone to know that.

He slid himself under the crack of the stall, squeezing his legs between the two girls as he leaned against the stall, and although Kate wasn't looking, her knees currently pulled to her chest as she buried her face underneath her arms, Steve only stared at her, waiting for her to say something.

"The floor's disgusting," Robin said.

"Well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so..." He trailed off. "What do you think?"

"About?"

"This girl," he responded, nodding and shifting his eyes back to Kate. His heart seemed to pound harder every second longer she didn't look up. He didn't want her to break up with him right now after everything they'd been through, not after everything he'd just said.

"I think she's...," Robin paused for a moment, trying to find the right word as she glanced to the girl next to her. "Amazing."

"I think so, too," Kate said, finally looking up. Her eyes had been glazed over, and she had almost been smiling. It hadn't taken long for him to return the same smile to her, and Kate felt a weight lift off of her shoulders—they were okay. "You're such a dork."

He sighed of relief, stifling a chuckle. "Love you, too, Kathy."

Kate shook her head, wiping her eyes and turning to the girl next to her. "Robin, what about you? You ever been in love?"

She sighed. "No, I... It's complicated."

"Complicated?" Kate asked, almost for clarification. "I think we can handle complicated, Robin."

She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. "Not like... Not like this, okay? You guys won't understand."

"That's not true," Steve said. "Come on, it can't be that bad."

"No, I—"

"Robin," Kate said, touching her shoulder. "We love you. No matter what, we're not going away. I promise."

She sighed again, hesitating. "Steve, do you remember what I said about Click's class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah."

"It isn't because I had a crush on you," Robin explained, tears brimming her eyes. "It's because... she wouldn't stop staring at you."

Kate's lips parted, only watching her in worry. She felt horrible that Robin felt like she couldn't tell them something like that. She felt even worse that she just assumed that Robin had been crushing on Steve.

Of course, while Kate had caught Robin's drift, Steve hadn't. "Mrs. Click?"

Robin chuckled before she went on. "Tammy Thompson. I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn't understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And—And you didn't even like her and... I would go home... and just scream into my pillow."

"But... Tammy Thompson's a girl."

"Steve," Robin said softly.

"Yeah?"

Robin only stared at him in response.

"Oh."

"Oh...," she repeated softly.

"Holy shit," Steve said.

"Yeah. Holy shit."

Kate shook her head. "You know, don't take this the wrong way, but... that's really not the craziest shit I've ever heard."

Robin looked at Kate, her eyes still glossy. "What?"

"I'm serious! You guys were just kidnapped by Russians after we snuck into their secret base under the local mall, and you're scared we're not gonna be friends with you just because of that? Come on, we're not that stupid."

Steve shrugged. "And Tammy Thompson? I mean, she's cute and all, but... I mean, she's a total dud."

"She is not," Robin said defensively.

"Yes, she is. She wants to be, like, a singer. She wants to move to, like, Nashville and shit."

"She has dreams!"

"She can't even hold a tune," Steve countered. "She's practically tone-deaf. Have you heard her?"

Robin and Kate chuckled.

"All the time!" Steve started singing, terribly imitating the girl Robin had been so hung up on. "You see me now tonight, you see me now—"

"She does not sound like that," Robin said.

Kate tried to hold in her laughter. "She totally sounds like that."

"She sounds exactly like that. That's a great impression of her."

"She does not!" Robin said.

"You sound like a Muppet," Kate said, almost crying because she was laughing so hard.

"She sounds like a Muppet," Steve corrected. "She sounds like a Muppet giving birth!"

All three of them started singing, quite horribly and sounding like Muppets at that, "Total Eclipse of the Heart."

Before they could continue on any longer, Dustin and Erica burst into the room. "Okay. What the hell!"

Instead of actually responding, the group of three just laughed even harder, laying on top of each other and laughing so hard they started crying.

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