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mamabearcatfanfics · 3 years

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A little Christmas Elf told me there was a delay on @lavendertwilight89‘s IYBC Secret Santa gift, so I decided to write just a little something. She already has the whole fic, but I’ll be releasing it here on tumblr in two parts. Just a little something soft and sweet, partially inspired by something that happened between myself and my husband when we were only just together and still working each other out, and also by one of her chosen prompts. So, without further ado, here’s Part One of Song and Dance Man.

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Inuyasha walked out of his small kitchen, carrying a large mug of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and a plate of chocolate chip cookies on a tray. He put it down on the coffee table in front of his girlfriend, stooping to drop a kiss on the top of her head, then snorted as she tried to nudge him aside so she could see the show she was currently watching. He didn’t know which one it was – they all seemed to blend into one another, and he did his best to block out the singing. Why was there always singing?

“Another one?” he teased, blocking her view even more. “You mean you haven’t watched every single musical on Netflix already? What’s this one called?”

“Singing in the Rain”, Kagome said testily. “And it doesn’t matter how many times I watch them, they make me feel better”, she said, trying to lean sideways. “C’mon, Inuyasha, move!”

Finally relenting at the pouting face looking up at him, he moved out of the way.

“Alright little storm cloud, you win.”

Kagome huffed at him, and he chuckled at her as he walked over to his desk, and picked up his headphones, grateful that the swelling crescendo of violins would soon be drowned out by the much more soothing sounds of screaming and gunfire from his paused game. He glanced back over to the TV as he sat down in front of his monitor.

“That guy looks constipated”, he commented. “How do you even watch this tripe?”

Kagome turned to glare at him over the back of the sofa, a cushion hugged to her stomach to help keep the hot water bottle in place.

“This is not tripe, and Don isn’t constipated!” she hissed. “He’s feeling! He’s in love with Kathy, but he has to act like he’s in love with Lina on screen”.

“That doesn’t mean he needs to torture me by singing and dancing about it”, Inuyasha muttered. “How are you meant to take any of this seriously, when they suddenly just burst into song about their innermost feelings? It’s utterly ridiculous. I don’t get how you can love musicals so much.”

“Is that what you really think?” she said quietly, the tone of her voice sounding brittle in comparison to the cheerful music playing in the background.

Inuyasha lowered his headphones, ears suddenly twitching with trepidation. He wasn’t always the best at reading a room, but he could definitely feel the tension in this one.

Their relationship was only new, but already Kagome seemed like a permanent fixture in his life. She was bubbly and kind, her tiny frame usually draped in the brightest coloured clothing she could find, and she always seemed to be singing or laughing. She reminded him sometimes of a sweet little canary, his own bright eyed and inquisitive songbird, with her happy go lucky mentality and readiness to try new things. She was everything he wasn’t.

They’d only met by chance, both of them stuck waiting in the Emergency Room at the local hospital, him waiting for his friend Miroku to get patched up after coming off his bike, and her waiting to get her wrist x-rayed after an accident with a set at the theatre where she worked. They’d chatted, or rather Kagome had, and he’d watched her, somehow mesmerised by this tiny human that was unruffled by his obviously hanyou features.

When Sango had appeared to pick up her bruised and scraped boyfriend, he’d decided to stay with Kagome, not liking the idea of leaving her there to wait all alone. Eventually she’d been x-rayed, poked and prodded, with Inuyasha tagging along at her request, finally triumphantly emerging from the hospital with her wrist strapped for a sprain. By then, the idea of her travelling home alone on public transport in the dark was abhorrent to him, so he’d driven her home. Somehow, she’d managed to get his number from him, and added herself into the paltry number of contacts on his phone.

When she’d texted a few days later to invite him out for a drink to say thank you, to his own surprise he’d eagerly accepted, and before he’d known it, they were inseparable. Early morning texts and late night phone conversations progressed to in person talks and late night kisses, until one night instead of accepting his reluctant good night, she’d launched herself at him and asked him to stay and take her to bed.

He’d hardly been able to look Kagome’s flatmate Shiori in the eye the next morning at breakfast, because they hadn’t exactly been discreet with the noise levels, with Kagome delighted to discover that youkai stamina extended to the bedroom. Shiori had teasingly remarked that his second task as Kagome’s boyfriend should be to buy her flatmate some decent earplugs. Kagome had found it hilarious, him, not so much.

Kagome now had two drawers in his dresser for clothes, a makeup bag and toothbrush in his bathroom, and an extra hook on the back of his door for her jacket. She hardly ever slept at her apartment now, only going back to do washing and visit Shiori.

It still shook him that Kagome actually cared for him, showed an interest in what he did. And the sex. They were starting to ease off a little now, but for the first few weeks, they were at it like rabbits, christening every room in his apartment, nearly every flat surface, and even some of the vertical ones. The sex was fucking amazing; she was so passionate, so eager, so utterly beautiful. It was like going from starvation rations to an all you could eat buffet, and he took full advantage of their mutual eagerness to explore each other’s bodies. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.

But their relationship wasn’t just built just on that. They laughed with each other, teased each other, helped each other. He hardly knew the person he was becoming since he’d met Kagome, but the change was…good.

Even though it was early in the relationship, she’d already told him she loved him. At three months, this was the longest time he’d ever been with anyone and even though he was pretty sure he loved her too, he wasn’t quite comfortable saying that to her out loud yet. She understood. At least he’d done his best to try and show her how he felt, and she seemed happy with that. Miroku and Sango loved her too, and she’d slotted into their lives like she’d always been there. He’d never felt so happy.

But right now, the look she was giving him was not a happy one. She seemed almost on the verge of tears. Kagome had warned him early on that she did get emotional just before her period and that some months were worse than others. He’d felt a little embarrassed by her candid remark, never having been in a relationship long enough for that kind of information to be shared. But so far everything had been okay.

Today hadn’t been great though. She had been out of sorts ever since she’d woken up this morning, feeling exhausted, achy and irritable, and he’d done his best to not take anything she said to heart and try and do little things to comfort her, knowing it wasn’t really her talking but her hormones. She’d smelt a little different, even though she wasn’t bleeding yet, but nothing concerning.

But right now, she was beginning to worry him – her heart rate was speeding up and her scent hinted at extreme agitation, similar to a fight or flight response. This was new. Should he remind her that she’d told him she got emotional just before her period and that she needed to calm down? Some deep seated sense of self-preservation made him realise that wasn’t a good idea.

“Kagome”, he said uncertainly, trying to work out what the safest approach was, not wanting to upset her even more. “Are you okay?”

“What if we’ve been fooling ourselves Inuyasha.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, look at us,” she said, gesturing from Inuyasha’s faded Soundgarden t-shirt and ripped black jeans to her heart patterned leggings and hot pink t-shirt which proudly proclaimed she was Fuelled by Theatre and Coffee. “We couldn’t be more different.”

“But”, spluttered Inuyasha, his heart suddenly beating faster at the dangerous direction the conversation was taking. “Different is good! Yes, we like different things, but that shouldn’t matter!” Kagome’s bottom lip quivered.

“It might not matter tomorrow, or next week, or the week after that, but sooner or later, it would. That’s what you said last night.” Her breathing was picking up now, ragged gasps with a scent of tears.

“What?!”

“You said it’s important to find someone who shares your goals and your interests and fits into your life.”

“Kagome, I was talking about my asshole brother, and how he and Kagura aren’t on the same page about having kids! I wasn’t talking about us!”

“You just said musicals are utterly ridiculous”, she burst out, standing suddenly and letting the cushion and hot water bottle fall to the floor with a sad flop. “And just in case you’ve forgotten Inuyasha, I am a stage manager for a theatre company. Which means by default that you think I’m ridiculous.” A fat tear rolled down her cheek, quickly followed by another, and her distress was the only thing stopping him from snarling that the only thing ridiculous was this conversation. This wasn’t like her at all, and he needed to keep calm.

“Hey, hey, c’mon, I never meant that”, said Inuyasha softly as he stood, trying his best to de-escalate the situation. “I know your job is important to you, and just how much you love it.” Kagome continued on as if she hadn’t heard him, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“You’ve never once shown an interest in anything that I’ve done at work. Never come to any of the shows I’ve been involved in”, she sniffed, and Inuyasha’s heart sank, made heavy with sudden guilt.

That was true. Kagome had listened to him rant about his work as a software test analyst, had shown interest in the games he played when he relaxed, had even made a WOW character and tried going on a raid with him when it was clearly not her thing. But she’d thrown herself into it, just like everything else she did, laughing at herself when she made mistakes, just happy to spend time with him sharing something he loved. He hadn’t done anything like that for her, hadn’t even noticed. That needed to change.

Kagome began gathering her things in a haphazard fashion, stuffing them in her backpack.

“Baby, don’t”, he said, trying to reach out to hug her. “Don’t leave when you’re upset. I promise we’re going to be better – I’m going to get better. I’m still learning how to be good at this. Please?”

She dodged his outstretched arms. “Don’t baby me”, she hissed, her tone venomous. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re even trying to get to know me. Do you even care at all? Or are you just in this for the sex?”

Inuyasha looked stricken. “Kagome…” His arms dropped to his sides.

Her eyes widened at his broken expression, her hands shaking as she reached tentatively towards him, then pulled herself back.

“I... I can’t do this right now”, she sobbed, pushing herself away. “I’m going home!”

And then the door slammed, and Inuyasha was left standing in the middle of his apartment, the untouched plate of cookies, cooling hot chocolate and water bottle the only evidence that Kagome had been there.

A man danced happily on his TV in the background, splashing around in rain puddles like it was the best thing ever. He plonked himself down on his sofa and picked up the cushion that Kagome had been hugging only moments before, burying his nose in it.

“What the fuck?” he whispered into the pillow. “What the actual fuck?!”

He didn’t know how serious this was, but it felt bad. She’d only been gone for seconds and already his life felt emptier. He felt sick, like he was going to vomit. He needed to fix it and fast. Because there was no way that he was going to lose Kagome over something like this.

Part Two

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writingtoforgetreality · 4 years

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I thought he could help us (Dean Winchester x Reader)

[Supernatural-Masterlist]

Summary: You were sure that you guys will never be able to beat Chuck, or better said, God. After literally trying everything, an idea popped into your head. Of course you would not tell anyone, knowing the guys, especially Dean, would freak out. So you did what you thought was right: sneaking out one night to go & talk to Chuck.

Words: 2,872

Warnings: angst, language, Chuck being Chuck, protective Dean, mentions of cheating, fluffy ending bc I can´t write a heartbreaking story

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You should all be happy right now. Everything you had ever wanted was right in front of you. Dean, the best boyfriend you could have ever imagined. Sam, who was like a big brother to you. Cas, the awkward friend you had never wanted but also somehow craved. Last but not least, Jack, who you would die for in a heartbeat. Being hunters had never been easy. The supernatural beings that lived in the dark corners always haunting you but you learned to fight them. They were scared of your badass team, not the other way round. So why, why the hell did Chuck have to make life so much harder for you? A few years ago, you all got together to fight Amara only to find out now that he had everything planned out for you guys. How fucked up could one being be? And how fucked up was it that this being was the God out of everyone?

“This is useless!” you breathed out.

The entire team was seated in the library, desperate to find something, anything slightly helpful. This was how your days looked like if you did not have a case. Just sitting around the big ass table, reading lore & hoping you would find a clue how to defeat God. Defeat God...was that even possible? Right now, you were not so sure but you could not stop now. Not after everything you had been through. This should be easy, right?

“(Y/N)…“ Sam sighed. “We´ve been through this, haven´t we?“ he tried reasoning.

“Well, apparently this entire thing doesn´t help one bit. I don´t understand how you guys can just sit there & do the same shit over & over again. We´re fucked, okay? The sooner we realize this, the better.“ you started growing frustrated.

“Sweetheart…” Dean started speaking up.

“No, Dean! I´m tired. Clearly, reading books for days is not the answer. We need to start thinking outta the box, y´know?” you were hinting your idea but not daring to speak it out loud. They would kill you, for sure. Or ask if you were insane. How could you not in this situation.

“Out of the box...Means what exactly?” Dean looked at you in confusion, obviously not knowing what you were truly saying.

“Look, (Y/N), we have three hunters, a nephilim who is stronger than everything I´ve ever seen & an angel.” this was Cas´ voice that made you look up to him.

“We can do this together, (Y/N), I´m sure!” the confidence in Jack´s voice made you smile slightly. He sure was a little naive but he just wanted to keep the team positive which was cute, really.

“You know what, guys? I need a little break. You do, too. Let´s just stop for today, clear our heads & start again tomorrow. Now, how does that sound?” you faked a smile, unaware to the others. You had become quite trained in faking emotions. That came with being a hunter, you guessed.

The others nodded at you, closed their books & made their way out of the library.

It was 10 pm when you checked the time. As far as you could tell, the entire bunker was asleep, which was good considering the thing you were about to do. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Dean sleeping soundly. Ever since the two of you had started sleeping in one bed, the nightmares were not as frequent anymore. You silently made your way out of your shared room, only taking your phone with you. A few hours prior, you had already prepared an outfit & placed it in the garage. This way, you would not wake anybody. Still, while walking down the halls, you tried to be as quiet as possible, making sure nobody was up & wandering in the bunker. Arriving at the garage, you let out a breath you did not know you were holding. You started thinking now. Was this really the right decision? Everyone else would have said that you were about to commit suicide. On the other hand, you did not really have a choice. If you did not do this, you would die anyway. There was nothing left to lose. Stripping out of your oversized t-shirt you once stole from Dean, you imagined to conversation you were about to have. Then you stopped for a second. What if he decided not to show up at all? He was not able to track you guys, thanks to Cas who burned some sort of marks into your ribs. Throwing on your outfit, you knew you had to give it a try. Just telling him your coordinates, in a prayer, of course. He had to show up. Before the overthinking got the best of you, you tucked your phone in one of your pockets & made your way outside in the chilly air. Due to the adrenaline you felt, you could barely feel the coldness hitting your skin.

After a while of walking, a park bench came into your view. Right at a crossroad. You had never been there but that was what you wanted to achieve. Being as far away from your family as possible. There was not a single car which somehow comforted & scared you at the same time. Seating yourself onto one side of the bench, you fiddled with your hands in your lap. A few deep breaths steadied you & after a couple of minutes, you were sure that you were ready. It was now or never.

“Um...hi, God...Chuck, I mean. Here´s (Y/N), you know, the one who´s with the Winchesters & stuff. I know you can hear me & you´re probably asking yourself why the hell I decided to pray to you. Funny enough, I´m sorta lost. We are, actually. I know you could kill me if I give you my location now but honestly, I don´t really care right now. Look, I just wanna talk, okay? I´m alone here, it´s just me & I hope you are open to talk to me here, Collar Road 16. I´ll be here until the sun starts to rise. If you don´t show up, okay, that´s fine but I would really appreciate it if you decide to come. I´ll be here.” your voice was low, scared that someone would hear you even though you were completely alone. Checking your phone, you had no new notifications. Perfect, you managed to sneak out. It was Chuck´s turn now. The sunrise was hours away so you hoped he would come & talk to you (& not kill you, that would be nice).

Seconds turned into minutes & minutes into hours. You started losing hope. How dumb were you to think God wanted to talk to you when you were literally trying to find a way to kill him?

“Kinda dangerous for you to be here alone, without your boyfriend to protect you, don´t you think?” Chuck´s voice startled you & you looked at him in surprise. Not wanting him to sense your nervousness, you cleared your throat & straightened your posture.

“I can handle myself, thanks for your concern.” smirking at him, his eyes bored into you which sent a shiver down your spine. You felt so uncomfortable under his presence that you almost forgot the reason you two were here.

“Attitude, I see.” he chuckled.

“You were busy, huh? Letting me wait for so long.”

“Actually, no. Just wanted to test your patience.” Chuck had so much fun & your anger started to rise. You knew though, that one wrong word could have you killed so you took a deep breath.

“I wanna talk to you.” you stated the obvious.

“I figured that much. So? Go ahead.” Chuck turned so his body was facing you, signaling you that he was paying attention to what you wanted to get off your chest.

“I´m pretty sure you know about our little...plan to, well, you know...stop you?” the last part came more out as a question, not wanting to cross any lines. He was God after all. He raised his eyebrows, motioning for you to continue.

“I´m not gonna lie, we didn´t find shit, okay? Like, we´re stuck. And I hate the fact that we´re at a point where almost everyone thinks the only solution is to fight each other. Yeah, I don´t agree with everything you did but that doesn´t mean that I´d like to kill you. You´re God, after all, you created this beautiful place which does have flaws, I´m not gonna deny that.” Chuck let out a laugh at that & you kept going.

“I´m tired of keeping this fight up. Hunting the supernatural, I´m fine with, I can deal with that but fighting against you? That´s something I really don´t wanna do.” you rambled. Even tears started forming, you did not want to cry in front of him but you could not hold back any longer.

“Who knows you´re here, talking to me?” he completely ignored everything you just said & earned a confused look from you.

“Really? That´s what matters? Nobody, okay? I didn´t tell anyone because I knew they would try to stop me somehow. Could you, like, give me any reaction to what I told you?” the frustration was audible & the tears now were forming because of his ignorance.

“(Y/N).” he started. “I hope you know that, out of all of them, I like you the most. That´s why I came here, that´s why I let you talk. Would Sam or Dean sit here, I´d kill them, well, obviously making it look like an accident, I´m not dumb. You´re special, (Y/N), you should be grateful you´re still alive. I´ll give you a choice. Either, you start working with me & you´ll see why I act that way or...you´re going back to your boys & we´re officially at war. Just know, if you walk away now, I won´t be as kind. Your decision, darling.” he shot you a smile but stopped when he saw the rage inside your eyes. He thought you would join him, he really did. You knew your answer, though.

“Fuck. You. You. Asshole.” your voice sounded monotone. You could not look at him anymore, all you did was getting up & running away as fast as possible, scared that he might follow you. Obviously, he did not. You made your choice & even though he was mad at you, he knew preparing for the fight was a better idea.

While you were running, the tears streamed down your face. Why were you so upset with Chuck´s answer? It was not like you did not know him & his intentions. You just truly thought you could change him. The sun had already started rising & you just hoped you were not too late. You were not in the mood to come up with a lie when someone of the guys asked you where you were. Forgetting you should enter through the garage because it was way more quiet, you opened the main door, flinching when it squeaked. But before you could even process that, you could hear a rather mad voice from downstairs.

“Look who decided to show up.” Dean sounded so cold, you could barely recognize his voice. Looking down, you saw Sam, Dean, Cas & Jack all seated around the big table in the main room. Shit, you were gone too long. Of course, your day could get worse, amazing.

“Guys, I can explain, I swear.” honestly, you just wanted to win time to think of a lie to tell them.

“Cut the crap, (Y/N)!” Dean almost screamed. “Get down. Now.” his voice was demanding. To be honest, you were never scared of Dean but right now, you could feel yourself shaking.

“Dean, calm down, okay? Let´s talk about it like matures.” Sam always made sure you felt comfortable & right now, he could tell you were frightened.

“Calm down?! Sure, everyone would be completely calm if their girlfriend sneaks out at night & screws another man.”

“Dean? Are you saying I´m cheating on you? Are you serious? After everything you still don´t trust me?” you were full on sobbing, trying to keep yourself together but failing miserably.

“I wish I could say I trust you but it makes sense, really. You being so distant lately & now, sneaking out in the middle of the night, hoping none of us realizes. You´ve got to be a bit smarter, though.” Dean was hurting but he did not dare to show it, wanting you to feel bad.

“(Y/N)? You do owe us an explanation.” Cas´ voice was calm & made you feel a bit more at ease.

“Maybe she should just go back to whoever she was fucking, that´s better for all of us.” Dean said these hurtful words without even looking at you. He hated seeing you break down like that. You were taken aback. Dean, your Dean, wanted you to leave. This was all a big misunderstanding. As much as you hated it, you knew you had to clear things up. If you were about to leave, then at least with making sure Dean knew you were not cheating on him.

“Please...let me explain, please.” pleading, you looked over to Jack but he would not meet your gaze. Your eyes wandered off to Sam´s & he was the most understanding in this situation which you were thankful for.

“Sit down, yeah?” Sam pulled a chair out for you to sit. The others took the chairs opposite of you so you were facing them all. Well, not all, Dean´s eyes were glued to the floor & you could not even be mad at him. You were aware of his trust issues, of course.

“I´ve been distant because we were continuing a work that brought us nowhere. I tried figuring out what we could do to...to keep this upcoming fight away. I knew the only way was to talk to…um, you know, to talk to God.” that made Dean snap his eyes towards you. No, you did not. You looked into his eyes, seeing the disappointment & that hurt you like crazy.

“Um, anyway, I waited until you guys were asleep to go out & talk to him. Obviously far, far away from the bunker, I didn´t wanna bring you guys in danger.” while you said that you made sure to look rigt at Dean so he knew you were mainly talking about him.

“He showed up after I prayed to him. We talked, well, more like I tried to convince him to stop this stupid fight. All he said was that I could join him & work with him or I go back to you guys & the next time he sees us...he´ll kill me, us. Then I started running back home, he didn´t follow me if you´re concerned about that.” you hated how your voice shook trough your words. You were met with a silence but not a bad silence, the faces of Sam, Cas & Jack were full of relief. Mainly because you were alright but also because they knew you just wanted to help. Dean´s expression, on the other hand, you could not quite read.

“We´ll leave you two alone for now.” & with that Sam got up & rubbed your back. He motioned for Cas & Jack to follow him. Now, you were left with Dean only. Not knowing what to do, you decided to speak up.

“I´m sorry, De-.” but you were cut off by his voice, now much softer as earlier.

“He could´ve killed you, sweetheart. He could´ve killed you & I wouldn´t even have had a chance to say goodbye. The thought of losing you scares the shit out of me, okay?” Dean´s eyes were glistening & you felt bad that you were the reason why he felt that way.

“I´m so so sorry. I shouldn´t have done this, I know. I just...I didn´t know another way. I thought we had a chance if I go talk to him. I was wrong & I´m sorry I scared you. And I´m even more sorry that you thought I´d be cheating on you. I love you, Dean. Only you. Forever, I promise.” a few tears rolled down your cheeks & Dean got up, walked over to you & took you in for a long hug. You cried into his shirt, just glad he was with you.

“I know why you did it, I do. You always want to make it easier for us & I appreciate it. Just, next time you have such an idea, promise me you tell us, me at least. Then we can work something out, together, something way safer, okay? Just promise me.” he whispered into your ear, his words carefully chosen, wanting to make sure you knew how much he felt for you.

“I promise, Dean.” you looked up at him only to find his eyes already focused on you.

“I love you, (Y/N).” & with that, he pulled you in for a kiss that showed you how much he cared for you. Maybe you could not convince God but you had the best people & you were sure you would figure something out sooner or later.

Published (06/24/2020) by Cathy

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cicinicole-14 · 3 years

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damn okay I have a glass of wine, some chocolate and many many tissues at the ready. Part 5 here we come

welp, good luck! the shitty tiktok I posted earlier went with this part and the last one. anyway. hope u enjoy!

Part Five

The next moments pass by her in a blur.

She vaguely remembers them through a tear-filled haze.

Like an out of body experience she’s watching somebody else go through.

She knows Meredith somehow ushers her into the hospital as Alex yells for any OB, shocking most of the staff of his presence.

She remembers Carina DeLuca telling her to lie back and for some reason the cold gel just feels numb on her abdomen.

She hears ringing in her ears and it makes her think all of this is a fluke. That it’s the baby’s heartbeat again and it’s fine.

But the ringing is just inside her head.

She can’t bear to look at anyone while Carina is maneuvering the heart doppler around her stomach. She can’t look at Meredith, who’s gripping her hand. She refuses to look at Alex standing in the corner of the room.

She looks up, staring at the bright, white lights. They’re starting to burn her eyes. Mixing with the stinging tears that are welling in her eyes. Everything is a blur.

And then Carina is looking at her, sorrow filling her face, and she knows.

“I was unable to find a fetal heart rate.”

The words ring in her ears and she pulls herself up, not bothering to wipe the gel off of her stomach before standing up on shaking legs. She feels like she looks like a baby deer on ice but she doesn’t care in the slightest. She’s shaking, but she needs to get out of here. She needs to leave.

“T-Take me home.” She whispers. Her voice is hoarse and cracking.

Both Meredith and Alex look up at her expectantly, not catching what she said.

“Take me home.” She says again, more adamantly.

“Carina is she okay––” Meredith doesn’t get to finish asking her question.

“Take me home!” This time it comes out as a scream.

And with that, she walks out.

The ride back to the loft is quiet.

Meredith drives. Alex in the backseat. Jo continuously stares out the window.

It’s hazy out. Mirroring how she feels in this exact moment. She’s not crying just yet, it’s not raining just yet, but she knows it’s coming.

She stumbles her way up the steps to the loft and ignores whatever Alex tries saying to her. She ignores the conversation he and Meredith start having as she heads straight to the bathroom and turns on the water.

Steam envelops the tiny bathroom, instantly. Jo doesn’t even bother shedding her clothes before stepping right under the scalding stream.

It’s hot, but it’s not hot enough. It’s not hot enough to wash away the pain from today. The pain of losing the only good thing in her life at that very moment.

A sob wracks through her body, shaking her. She stumbles back against the shower wall and slides down, her knees bent into her chest as the stream showers overhead.

Her hand rests on her stomach, empty and lifeless, much like how she feels in the exact moment.

The water eventually runs cold and by that time, Alex is opening the door to their––her bathroom. He crouches down, pulling off her soaked clothes and leaving them in a heap in the shower before turning off the stream.

She’s shivering and he wraps her in a towel, helping her stand up and guiding her to the bed.

She lies down, facing away from him and pulling the duvet over her shoulder.

He shuffles over to the other side of the bed, knowing that whatever he did next would either make her mad or have her ignore him nonetheless. But he pulls back the duvet anyhow, and sinks down onto the mattress, facing her.

Jo doesn’t know what he’s even doing here. She doesn’t know why he’s lying in her bed, next to her, staring at her, but she can’t seem to care either. She’s numb and it’s all she feels in this very moment.

“Why are you here?” She finally manages amongst the thoughts swimming in her head.

Alex’s brows furrow in confusion. “You–You just lost our baby and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He says confused.

“No, I mean why are you in Seattle?” She says frustratingly. “Go home Alex, go back to your kids and Izzie. We don––I don’t need you here anymore, now. There’s nothing here for you.”

He reaches down for her hand but she pulls back, turning away from him, pulling the duvet with her.

Alex swallows hard, and he knows it’s a calculated risk, but he says his next words carefully, but sternly. “You’re here, Jo.”

He’s not sure if the statement, the confession, was a good move or not, but it gets her to turn back around and face him, yet a scowl still dons her face.

“You left.”

“I know.”

“No, Alex, you left. You left me, you left Seattle. You left your job, your life, your home, without a single word. You lied to me. You didn’t answer. You left us and never looked back for some notion with your ex-wife and children, for some chance to play happy little family. I can’t do that again. I won’t.”

He knows she’s right. He knows she doesn’t deserve that. But he made a mistake.

“You made a vow, Alex. For better or worse, and you broke that. You broke me. You made me so happy and then you left and wrecked me so bad and I can’t do that again. I don’t know if I’m going to get over that, but I know I’ll never be able to do it again. You were it for me, and you ruined that. There wasn’t ever going to be anyone else for me, Alex, because of how bad you wrecked me. And now, on top of this all, I lost our baby.”

Alex doesn’t know what exactly to say. He knows he wrecked her. He knows she’s in pain. He knows she’s hurting and grieving for the baby they lost. He knows he messed everything up so completely, that Jo won’t ever be the same again. And he hates himself to know that he’s the reason why she is broken now.

The silence is deafening, and he doesn’t think he can take much more of it. He knows he messed up and he knows he would spend every single day for the rest of his life trying to fix them, trying to show Jo how sorry he is for his mistake. He sits up quietly, pulling the duvet back and standing up.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about anymore. It’s done, Alex.”

He swallows and knows there’s no other way to say this other than ripping the bandaid right off. “I’m moving back to Seattle. I had already made up my mind before I had even gotten your text about the baby.” He starts out. He sees her demeanor shift slightly, but he still isn’t sure how she’s going to take it. “I’ve been fighting Izzie for custody of the kids, since. Because I left, without looking back, without thinking about anyone but myself and the kids when I should’ve been thinking more clearly. I’m not in love with Izzie. I haven’t been in a real long time. Im in love with you, Jo, my wife. And I’m sorry I messed up. I know nothing I do will ever fix us, but I’d rather see you in the halls at the hospital once in a while, than know that you’re halfway across the country.”

Jo takes a shaky breath. “I want to forgive you, so badly, Alex, but you wrecked me. You tore down every single wall I had and let yourself in and just left me completely broken. So I don’t know how to ever begin to forgive you. And then to top it off, the stress of you being back here caused me to lose the only happiness I had left between us. I lost our baby!” She ends up screaming the last part at him as the hot tears roll down her face.

Alex isn’t sure how to comfort her but he watches as she slowly sits up on the bed.

“I’m sorry. I know you’ve lost this baby too.”

“Jo, no.” He reassures her. “This isn’t your fault. If anything, it definitely is mine, but you know damn well miscarriages just happen sometimes.”

She nods her head and wipes her cheeks but the tears continue to fall. “That’s not what it feels like Alex. I feel like I’m drowning here. I have my research with Bailey and my surgeries, but that’s it. This baby was my one last hope for happiness.”

“Jo, you’ll have happiness again. I promise. I know you will. Even if I have to spend every day trying to make you happy. I’ll do it. You’ll be happy again.”

Jo huffs in disbelief, shaking her head as she runs her hand through her hair. “It’s just not fair!” She shouts before wincing, realizing the loud noise wasn’t pleasant. She squeezes her eyes shut and presses the heel of her palms to her temples.

Alex reaches over, carefully, and lays a hand on Jo’s knee, causing her to look up at him finally. “You need a break.” He says softly. “You need to escape. Come to Kansas with me while I fight for custody of my kids. Just to escape for a little while.”

Jo laughs.

“I’m serious.” He states. “You need to take your mind off everything. What better way to do that than in the middle of nowhere, Kansas?”

Jo looks down at the hand on her knee. “Alex, you can’t just walk back into my life and expect me to let you in again. This isn’t easy for me. You were my everything, and you broke me. I can’t just act like that didn’t happen and go with you to Kansas for god knows how long. I have a job here. I have friends. I don’t have anyone there. I can’t just go.”

Alex nods in understanding. “I just thought it would do you good to get out of Seattle for a while.”

“Not…not with you.” She says softly, looking away from him. It hurt even now to turn him down.

“Well, my flight doesn’t leave until Sunday.”

Jo shakes her head. “Alex, I don’t know how I can forgive you. I really don’t care if you stay there or come back to Seattle. We’re over.” She speaks softly, as if she didn’t want to be heard so it wouldn’t really happen.

“I know.” Alex responds. “I’m just leaving the option open for you.” He says, finally getting up and heading towards the door.

Jo follows him, watching as he crosses the threshold of the doorway and she pulls it halfway shut as he looks back at her. “Bye, Alex.” She says softly.

He just nods, turning and walking away.

ngl, this was one of my fave parts to write so far actually. it was an add on part that I didnt write originally but realized this was what the fic was missing before :)

#jolex fic #jolex #cici writes #tell the world im coming home

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liannyeong · 5 years

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i'm so in love with you (and i hope you know)

Summary: the four times she wanted to say "i love you" but didn't, and the one time she did

Word count: 2242

Pairing: Jaebum X OC

Warning(s): Fluff with a teeny bit of angst

it's weird how they manage to tie the knot, despite the female has never uttered those words of love. even in this moment, when jaebum has a microphone to his mouth, looking dashing in his suit, eyes only on her as he says a speech meant only for her.

"my favorite person in the universe, i love you," he ends off.

jaebum's eyes are brimmed with tears, threatening to fall. but hers already trickled halfway into his speech.

i love you too.

she wants to say it. she wants to let him know. but she just can't. the words were already at the tip of her tongue, but it just never came out. instead, she pathetically wipes her tears away and throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly, pressing her cheek against his. jaebum's arms automatically winds around her waist, and she barely registers the cheers from the guests, the flashes of the cameras.

she only hopes in this moment, when they are pressed against each other, that he knows she's uttering those declaration words of love repeatedly and endlessly in her heart.

as cringe-worthy and cliche as it sounds, she realizes her feelings for him grows deeper with each passing day. it always comes to her mind like a sudden reminder or a sudden realization (which she has already realized, as stupid as that sounds).

like when jaebum stays close to her even in the emptiest of streets. or when they're having a meal at a cheap restaurant, jaebum would always drag his chair close to her. or in another instance when they're at home, lazing around on their king-sized bed, jaebum would always ensure he's pressed close to her body. they have all the space in the world, yet jaebum would always stay close. it's lame and trivial, and disgusting to the eyes of others, but she finds endearment in them. she finds the meanings of love in them.

she finds herself saying those three words in her mind every single time.

i'm so in love with you, jaebum-ah.

"what?" jaebum's voice snaps her reverie. now, facing upclose with jaebum's face, his eyes boring into hers like a blackhole, she feels her face heat up. it's too much to take. those words were at the tip of her tongue, yet she doesn't say it. jaebum's eyes are inquiring, yet he doesn't press for answers.

"i-- um-- n-nothing!" she sputters as she looks away in embarrassment.

she takes a second glance at the male, only to be met with suspicious eyes.

"really?"

"yeah! it's nothing! just some weird thoughts, that's all. ha ha," she says lightly, ending it off with an awkward laugh.

jaebum doesn't seem to believe her words, but he just nods anyway.

"hey, what do you think about people who say "i love you" often?" jaebum asks offhandedly when she gets ready for bed. the male has a routine of reading a book before bedtime so he's got a book laid open on his lap, his back resting against the headboard.

"what?"

the man shrugs, eyes fixed on the book still. "it just popped into my mind. what do you think about it?"

"i-- um-- i think it's good?" she says as she adjusts herself, making herself comfortable in bed. she's thankful that jaebum isn't looking at her when he said those words, eyes never leaving the book. hearing those three words even when it's not directed to her makes her all warm and giddy. at the same time, it makes her nervous. does jaebum realize that she has never said such words before? "it's a declaration of love, after all..."

jaebum hums at her answer.

she pats her pillow, redirecting the conversation to the male. "what about you though? what is your opinion?"

jaebum shrugs. "i think it's romantic? especially when the moments call for it. like you said, it is a declaration of love."

now it's her turn to hum. she scoots closer, such that she's all into jaebum's private space. jaebum automatically makes room for her: winds an arm around her shoulder as she rests her head against his chest. she can read the text in the book, but she's too distracted with the warmth of the male to care.

"when you said 'especially when the moments call for it', what do you mean?" she asks, looking up at the male. it hurts to crane her neck at such an awkward angle, but she doesn't mind. after all, she just wants to be close to her beloved.

"like now," he says coolly, eyes gazing down on her.

a pause, then,

"i love you."

she blushes, but with her heart pounding in her chest, heat pooling in her gut, she craves for more. jaebum seems to read her mind for he leans in a tad closer, their noses touching, eyes flicking to her lips. she anticipates the moment when the gap would be closed. but instead, jaebum leans back and removes his arm, taking all the warmth with him. surprised, she watches him, who proceeds to shut his book after marking the page and setting it aside.

"jaebum?"

"funny," he starts. "you say the idea is good. yet i've never heard you say it."

"huh?"

"you've never said you love me. you've never expressed it," jaebum continues. "ever since we dated, ever since i proposed to you, on our wedding day even! not once did you say it."

she gulps her spit. jaebum did notice. she has always felt guilty for not telling him her feelings. she has always wanted to tell him about it. who was she to think that jaebum, the perceptive man, would not pick it up?

"why?"

"i--" her mouth gapes like a fish.

"sometimes," jaebum starts again, "i wonder if i'm the only one in love in this relationship."

that's the last thing jaebum says before he slides underneath the sheets. he pulls the covers over his body, back turned on the female. he lies on the very edge of the bed. now the king-sized bed seems so spacious, and jaebum feels so faraway.

it goes unsaid, but the problem between them isn't resolved yet. neither is it even addressed properly. it takes a toll on their relationship. jaebum seems to be holding himself back. he doesn't hold her as often anymore. everything becomes a little too calculated. the atmosphere becomes too fragile. one wrong move and something will shatter.

it's a horrible feeling. jaebum stays on the edge of his side of the bed. he feels so out of reach. he's breathing evenly, but she knows he's not asleep yet. he's just pretending to be.

"jaebum-ah," she calls out so softly, so timidly in the middle of the night. "jaebum-ah, i-- i l-lo--" but the rest of the words get stuck in her throat.

she reaches a hand out, tugging the hem of his shirt.

"i l-lo--" she fails again.

god, it's so frustrating. this situation is fully hers to blame. if only she could say those words out loud, if only she had been more expressive, then this wouldn't have happened. it's all up to her to fix this problem. but--

"i can't. i can't say it!" she bursts out. "i'm sorry i can't say it! no matter how much i want to, i just can't!"

tears end up streaming down her face, dampening the pillowcase. she barely registers jaebum turning around, scooting closer to her.

"but i do have feelings for you and i've always had feelings for you," she cries. "i can't say those words easily but at least i try to prove it to you."

she barely hears the rustling of the sheets, barely feels the light touch on her face.

"i'm sorry that it's not enough," she gasps in between her sobs. "but i ask of you... please don't doubt my feelings for you."

"come here," the male calls out softly. she feels her body pulled into a warm embrace, a rough hand pushing her head into a sturdy chest. another hand rests on the small of her back, pressing her close. "i'm sorry. i just-- i needed some assurance. i'm sorry, i didn't know--"

she tugs at the front of his shirt, crying into his chest.

"i was afraid you were falling out of love with me, so i just--"

the female shakes her head vigorously. she looks up, doesn't care about her ugly crying face. she reaches her hands to his face, fingers touching his cheeks. "jaebum, please don't-- please don't doubt my feelings for you. it has been there and it will always be there."

"yeah-- yeah i-- i know now, i'm sorry." jaebum leans in and presses a kiss on her crown.

he doesn't let go of her, rubbing soothing patterns onto her back as he comforts her. she reckons it's disgusting to have her tears and mucus on his shirt, but he doesn't mind it one bit. if anything, he doesn't let her move away. he keeps her close, tight against his own body.

the celebration for jaebum's birthday was a full house party, hosted by his closest friends. thankfully, it was at some hotel function hall so they didn't need to clean up the mess. a little over two hours after midnight, they decided it was time for home.

she hadn't given his birthday gift yet, awaiting for the perfect moment. just when they reached home, she rushes off to the bedroom, grabbing the little box -- wrapped with cat patterns all over -- in her wardrobe. she stands before jaebum, the gift behind her back as she smiles up at him. he looks at her amused, yet curious as he peeks at what she's hiding.

"happy birthday," she congratulates as she holds out the box to him. "open it."

jaebum tears the paper haphazardly, and it reveals a small grey box. he opens it and what lies inside is a silver block with a necklace chain attached. he picks it up, placing the box aside. jaebum inspects it, turns the metal back and forth. he notices creases in the middle, so he tries to push one end of the block. the cap falls off, showing a thumbdrive inside.

eyeing the female suspiciously, jaebum goes to his computer in his workroom and plugs the drive in. a window pops up and there's only a single audio file. the female stays at the doorway, body leaned against the wall, watching as the male plays the file through the speakers.

"jaebum-ah," her voice calls out in the recording.

"... i love you."

the man's face freezes. as if time slowed down, she can see how his eyes widened, mouth agape at the screen. he blinks once, twice. then slowly, he turns his face to look at her. he stares at her, as if in disbelief with what he had just heard. she smiles at him, tears welling in her eyes. jaebum turns his attention back to the computer screen, and he plays the file again as if to confirm it.

"jaebum-ah... i love you," it plays.

jaebum has a hand pressed against his mouth. he leans back in his seat, still in disbelief.

jaebum takes some time to collect himself. he stands slowly, running his hand through his hair. there's a sharp intake of breath, then he turns to her. she sees it clearly, with the glow from the computer screen: the tears that brimmed in his eyes. his lips break into the biggest smile she has ever seen.

"jaebum-ah," she calls out, voice quavering.

jaebum steps closer, stands right in front of her. his eyes gaze at her so fondly, so lovingly, she reckons she can melt like butter. his hands slide into hers, the pad of his thumbs rubbing circles at the back of her hands.

"i love you."

jaebum leans in.

+1.

jaebum noses at the junction between her neck and her bare shoulder. under the sheets, their limbs tangle, warmth is shared with no barrier. it's a little too hot, what with the heater turned on, but they don't mind it at all. their sweat has already dried off, and the smell of musk long gone.

"you know," the male's deep, roughened voice reverberates on her skin. "i think it's a good thing you can't say those words."

the female just hums, an indicator for more clarification, for him to go on.

"it keeps it meaningful."

"does it?"

"yeah," jaebum agrees, tilting his face closer to her shoulder, pressing light, innocent kisses along the skin. the brush of his lips against her bare skin sends a tingling feeling down her gut, fire burning low. "so, you don't have to force yourself anymore."

she shifts, making the man lie flat on his back. she turns around, presses her cheek against his chest. it's a position such that half of her body is resting on top of his. their legs tangle once more. jaebum has an arm around her waist, to keep her from slipping off, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on the skin of her shoulder.

"jaebum-ah," she calls out a while later. she raises her head, resting her chin on his chest. the said male just looks down, brows raised. with heat in her cheeks, tongue no longer tied, she utters, "i love you."

there's a pregnant pause. jaebum just stares at her. then,

"ahh, damn it."

jaebum lunges.

#got7 #got7 jaebum #got7 im jaebum #got7 scenarios #got7 jaebum scenarios #got7 im jaebum scenarios #jaebum #im jaebum #im jaebum scenarios #jaebum scenarios

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zoeygreensimblr · 5 years

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Treacherous (Episode 10)

Saturday Morning I woke up alone in a giant bed that smelt like strawberries and aftershave, I could stay wrapped up in the blankets but I know I have to eventually get up. The alarm clock on the bedside table tells me it's 11;35am, I've been asleep for hours and I have no idea when Angus got up or if he is even home, the apartment is so quiet. I throw the blankets off, get out of the bed and then make it, I'm a tidy house guest even if I did sleep in til well into the morning. I make my way to the bathroom, grabbing my hairbrush on the way, I can feel I have a bird's nest of bedhead hair without even viewing it, I brush my hair into a neat ponytail. In the bathroom I see our towels are still laying on the floor from our early hours shower, they too smell like strawberries. I gather them up and am now on the search for the laundry, I guess I didn't pay enough attention when I was given the tour. I know that upstairs theres just Angus' bedroom, lounge room and kitchen so it must be downstairs, somewhere so I venture down there and find a small laundry hidden under the stairs, I put the towels in the washing machine, scoop in some powder and start the washing. Angus suddenly appears in the doorway of the laundry.

"I have a maid who I pay to do that" He tells me

"Oh, I didn't know that, I just know at home Don would go off if he saw we left dirty towels on the floor" I explain

"I'm betting you made my bed too didn't you?" He asks, smiling at me

"Ah yeah, I did, should I have left it unmade?" I'm so confused

"I'm going to pay Joanna $165 today and she's not going to do anything" He explains, laughing

"I'm sorry" I apologise

"Baby it's all good, you just don't have to be a domestic goddess here, relax" He assures me.

No more cleaning Zoey, no matter how frustrated I get with how untidy things are left.

"Do you want to have brunch out somewhere?" He asks

"That would be awesome considering I know you're not going to cook for me" I reply, laughing

"Fuck you're cheeky" He says, spanking me on my behind and kiss him on the cheek and he explains it won't be just us at brunch, "Caleb will be going us and when he found out I was bringing you he insisted on bringing Molly, his non girlfriend who desperately wants to be his girlfriend" He warns me

"That's ok, where are we going to?" I ask

"Funnily enough we are going to the bar on top of Skye Fitness, we've got an awesome chef and he will make you whatever you want" He informs me

"Do you and Caleb do brunch dates often?" I ask, curiously

"Zoey, I've been single for two years and Caleb is not likely to commit to any woman any time soon but we do like brunch and it's not exclusively a couples meal, two dudes can enjoy a manly brunch together" He says defensively and I can't help but laugh at him. He picks me up and sits me on top of the washing machine which has just entered into its spin cycle, I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him passionately as the vibration from the machine sends delicious jolts through my whole body, I have no idea what is happening but it's exciting and feels amazing, like it's building inside me. Angus scoops me up with one hand and uses the other to remove my pyjama bottom, he pushes my now soaked underwear to one side and I feel his fingers slip inside me, massaging my sweet spot, I can't hold onto this mounting pressure any longer and I feel my whole body quiver, my breathing slowing down and returning to normal, I open my eyes and focus on Angus who is watching me intently. The washing machine had long finished it's cycle and I didn't even notice. I'm just sitting there shocked by what just happened, eventually I find my voice.

"What was that?" I ask Angus

"It was an orgasm, have you never had one?" He sounds surprised and I shake my head, "Did you like it?" he asks and I hear the panic in his voice, he thinks he went too far.

"It felt amazing, I've never felt anything like it" I tell him and his face relaxes, "Do you want me to...umm...return the favour?" I enquire, not even sure if I'm ready to touch his penis but after that I'm willing to learn.

"No baby, I got myself there" he reassures me

"I love you Angus" The words roll out of my mouth without me even realising it but it makes him smile so wide.

"I love you too Zoey" he replies and kisses my lips softly.

We were running a little bit late for brunch but Angus assured me that Caleb is always late anyway so I shouldn't worry but when we arrive at the Skye Fitness bar the only other people there are pale skinned man with dark hair and a woman who looked only a few years older than me, skinny and pretty with blonde ringlets of hair sitting at shoulder length. The man stands up as we approach the table, he's so tall and so pale.

"I've been waiting here for 10 minutes, Molly ran out of small talk after 5 minutes" The man announces to us.

"Sorry Caleb, we lost track of time, had to put a load of washing on" Angus explains to him and the two men shake hands

"And who is this beautiful creature who you're obviously paying to hang out with you?" Caleb asks

"This is my girlfriend, Zoey. Zo, this is Caleb, he talks shit about me, don't believe him and this is his girlfriend, Molly" Angus introduces us, Caleb shoots him a look at the referral of Molly being his girlfriend but Molly just smiles like she's finally won a prize

"Hey Zoey, nice to meet you, finally another girl I can talk to, these two just talk about sports and whose car goes fast" Molly greets me warmly

"Caleb has accepted that my Aston Martin could beat his toy car any day, we raced and I won" Angus tells me

"Was I meant to be impressed by your car Angus?" I ask innocently

"Oh burn, she didn't even notice the car buddy, you clearly haven't shown her the backseat yet" Caleb jokes and I blush intensely

"Let's order" Angus attempts to save me while shooting Caleb a look.

Our meals arrive, I ordered protein pancakes which are super soft and fluffy, both Caleb and Molly have bacon and eggs and Angus also has the pancakes but with a small bowl of strawberries on the side.

"What is it with you and strawberries" I have to ask

"I love them, they're sweet and juicy and they smell amazing" He tells me, placing one in my mouth and it is the most amazing strawberry I've ever tasted. "see?" he asks

"Mmm that actually tasted how that body wash smells" I announce, amazed.

"Are you at University Zoey?" Molly asks

"Not yet, I'm in year 12, 5 months to go and then hopefully Uni" I reply

"You'll get in baby" Angus reassures me, "She's really smart, top of her school" He tells the others as he looks at me proudly

"What about yourself Molly? Are you at Uni?" I ask her

"Yeah, first year, it's so different high school, a lot more freedom but a much bigger cause load and the campus is massive" She tells me

"What are you studying?" I ask

"Psychology, human behaviours excite me, why people do what they do" She enthuses, "What about you Zoey, what do you want to study?"

"My parents want me to do medicine but I want to study veterinary" I explain

"Wow, both would be pretty intense" Molly exclaims, shocked

"You're telling me and my parents have just started coming down on my sister and I with their "No distraction" rules so I'm feeling the pressure at home and at school too, if my principal tells us one more time how "This is the year that determines the rest of your lives" one more time I think I'm going to scream" I tell her and we both laugh.

"You didn't tell me that Ruth and Don set new rules. Does it affect our time together?" Angus asks me, shocked

"Sorry, I was going to tell you, it doesn't really affect us too much, I can still do gym but Friday and Saturday nights are my only times I can socialise now, Tess too, that includes parties or going to boyfriend's places, they kinda flipped out when I told them I was staying at yours on Friday but it's all good now" I explain

"You should of told me Zoey, last thing I want is being a distraction to you right now" He says in a tone that I can't tell if he's angry or hurt, stupid Zoey, why did I bring the subject up.

We finish brunch, say our goodbyes to Caleb and Molly and make our way back to his apartment.

"I'll take you home Zo" He announces after we walk in silence

"I don't have to be home yet, I've completed all my weekend homework already so I can stay longer if you want me to" I plead with him, I don't want to go home yet, I don't want to leave things like this, I want him to know I have it all under control

"Don't ever hide things from me that concern us Zoey" He raises his voice and I feel so guilty inside, I caused this and I don't know how to fix it.

We get inside the apartment, he throws his keys on the bar and storms off out into the garden. I walk upstairs and start packing my things into my bag, I don't want to stay if he's just going to be in a bad mood all afternoon. With my bag packed I make my way back down stairs, I can see he's still outside, sitting in a lounger with his back to me. I open my school folder, pull out a piece of paper, find a pen on the bar and write him a note

'I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I didn't want to cause you to worry. Thank you for an amazing night, see you Monday.

Love Zoey'

I pin it to his noticeboard, take the elevator to the lobby and walk to the train station with tears streaming down my face. I ruined everything, I should of just been honest with him. I put my phone into aeroplane mode so I can listen to music without being distracted and find an empty seat next to a window, perfect, I can watch the scenery and no one will know I'm secretly having a break down. The train pulls into the station at Brindlton Bay, the doors open and I step onto the platform and there he is, looking casually cool, leaning against the wall, he steps forward when he sees me, walks towards me and I breakdown in his arms.

"Im so sorry" I sob, drenching his t-shirt in my salty tears, "I ruined everything". He holds on to me tightly and I'm sure the other passengers are enjoying the break down of Zoey Green's relationship.

"Lets go to the lighthouse, we can talk there" He says

"If you're going to end things with me just do it here" I tell him

"Baby I'm not ending anything, I just want to talk" He promises and I walk with him to his car, get in and he begins driving us up to where the light house is.

"I'm impressed by your car" I joke and he cracks up laughing at me.

We all up in the carpark for the light house, he turns the car off and sits there looking at me for what feels like forever then he speaks.

"You left and I had no idea where you were and I got worried that you had left for good" He says and I can see the sadness in his eyes

"I wrote you a note, I put it on your noticeboard" I explain

"I have a noticeboard?" He asks, laughing

"Yeah, it's just out the front of your front door, you've never noticed it?" I laugh

"I've never noticed a noticeboard at my front door" He tells me and we both laugh. Silence once again falls between us but this time it's me who breaks it.

"I didn't want to stay if you were going to be angry at me, I don't like confrontation" I explain

"I'm not angry at you Zoey, I know it came off like that but I'm not and I'm sorry you felt that you had to run away from me. I'm just worried about being a distraction to you, like you're parents and school have said, this is one of the most important years of your life and I don't want to be the reason that you don't get the marks you need to get into uni" He frets

"Angus I'm so far ahead of everyone else in my classes, I've been putting in all the effort for years and I know how important this year is, even without everyone reminding me but I also want to be a normal, teenage girl, one that gets to go on dates with her boyfriend" I tell him

"I want you to be honest with me though, if it does get too much and you have to step back from us I will understand, it will kill me but you are my priority. If you feel you need to concentrate on school over us please tell me. No more hiding anything either, promise" He's pleading with me and it would kill me too to walk away but I know he's doing it for me.

"I promise, I won't hide anything, I love you Angus" I vow to him

"I love you too baby, when do you have to be home?"

"No until noon tomorrow, why?"

"Stay with me again?" he asks

"Yes but I think we need to do some more laundry" I inform him, smiling

"We are going to make a special stop on the way home, buy some things for Zoey" He announces and it peaks my curiosity

"What things are we buying for Zoey?" I ask, feeling a little silly talking to him in third person

"Something better than the washing machine and you can leave it at my house or take it home with you but I always want you to bring it to my house, so I can use it on you" He's getting excited as he starts the car and we pull out of the parking lot.

"On me? Is it going to hurt?" I ask, somewhat terrified

"Zoey why would I want to do anything to you that hurts you" He ask, slightly insulted

"I thought maybe that's what you're in to. Tess said some boys like that kind of control over a girl" I explained, embarrassed

"Do me a favour Zoey, stop taking advice about men from your sister who has only been with Declan and now I'm thinking Declan is one of those boys" He laughs to himself

"Well what is it that we are getting then?" I ask, if it's not designed to hurt me then I'm fully on board

"Just a small vibrator baby and I'll be very gentle with it, I promise"

"Is it going to hurt when I do have sex?" I ask him, back to being fearful

"It most likely will, the first few times but I'll be there with you and if it gets too much we can stop or take a break, whatever you need" He says and I feel at ease

"Can we try tonight" I ask, voice trembling, he reaches out and grabs my hand.

"There's no rush baby, I'm not going anywhere, I know our fight scared you, it scared me too whenI saw you had gone but I don't want you to feel you have to do anything out of fear that you're going to lose me coz I'm not going anywhere" He says to me in a reassuring tone.

"I know that, I want to do this because I love you and I trust that you will make me feel safe and I want to share something special with you, just you" I know I want this, I just need him to know it too.

"If you're sure about this and as long as you know that we can stop at anytime. Then we will need to make a second stop then, to the mini mart" He tells me

"Why?" I ask

"Because I don't think Don and Ruth want their 18 year old daughter being distracted by pregnancy, pretty sure they'd murder me for that" He laughs and I look at him in fear.

"do you remember your first time?" I ask him to break the silence

"Yeah, I was guy who thought he knew everything and it was all over within about 15 seconds, poor Steph didn't know what to do but we kept practicing, every chance we got and I got better, lasted longer" He reminisces

"Did it hurt her? The first time?" I know I'm asking a lot of questions but I like to be prepared for every possibility.

"Yeah it did" He answers me with the truth.

We make our stops and head back to his apartment just as the cold night air is setting in. He lights a fire in the fire place and orders food, I offered to cook but he wouldn't allow it.

"Go grab a blanket and sit on the couch" He orders me. It's only then that I realise that my phone is still in aeroplane mode from when I was on the train, I turn off aeroplane mode and an influx of missed calls, voicemails and text come through, manly all from Tess. I call her back and she answers on the first ring.

"Zoey are you coming home tonight by any chance?" She asks and I get suspicious

"No, Im staying in the city tonight, why?" I ask her

"Mum and Don went away for the weekend so I'm going to invite Declan over tonight so we can be alone" She explains

"oh, ok, is that it?" I ask

"Did you do it?" She demands, wanting to know the status of my virginity

"Not yet...but I think I will tonight...I'll tell you about it when I get home tomorrow. I love you T"

"Love you too Z"

I hang up and relax on the lounge until our food arrives and when it does I see he ordered us Chinese and all my favourite dishes too.

"I had some help" He tells me

"From who?" I ask

"Who do you think? who knows you better than anyone?" He asks

"Tess? When did you get in contact with Tess?"

"When I couldn't reach you and I panicked and she said you'd be on the train and that if I had fucked up, her words, not mine, then I should get you Chinese food and passionfruit ice cream" He tells me.

"There's passionfruit ice cream in this apartment?" I ask shocked

"Yep, carbs don't count when I've upset you" He looks at me with sad eyes.

"I upset you too, I should have just told you about the rules, I just didn't want to worry you"I explain and he kisses me

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Oneshot: Truth in Television Soaps

So, my mom watched a lot of dramas back when we used to have her Filipino channels (she has switched to streaming on the Ipad thank goodness). For my readers who have never seen a Filipino soap opera, just know there’s a lot of screaming, crying, and catfighting. The majority of dramatic moments are so overacted that it becomes hilarious.

“So, what did you think?” Heinz asked as Perry put the borrowed boxset of El Matador de Amor on the shelf. “Selena deserved so much better than Jose. He completely shirked his duties as royalty just to go bullfighting! She deserves a guy who’s actually ready for a commitment.”

Perry nodded, though privately he felt that the plot with Selena and Fernando should’ve taken a backseat to the intrigue of Esmerelda falling in love with the corrupt police chief’s son, Juan, who used the nickname El Matador when in the bullfighting ring to avoid being caught by his father.

“So then I was thinking, if this is how engaging a Spanish drama is, there’s gotta be some gold from other countries,” Heinz continued, handing Perry a brightly colored DVD case. The title was in a foreign language. There were two women, one in a wedding dress, tugging a man between them with angry looks on their faces. “I was thinking of going for Italy next, but Philippines works too. One of my neighbors ordered it, but it got delivered to my door by mistake. But hey, I’m not turning down a free opportunity to watch something I’ve never heard of before.”

Perry folded his arms.

“Sheesh, you good guys have to be so uppity about this whole stealing is wrong thing,” Heinz complained. “I’ll give it back after I watch it.”

Shaking his head, Perry grabbed the delivery information off the table and shoved it into Heinz’s hand. Then he forcefully pushed him out the door.

“Alright, I’m returning it! I’m returning it, hold your horses. Or tail. I don’t know why we even say that when there aren’t any horses around here. At least let me check the door number first,” Heinz said. “And quit shoving. That’s just rude.”

He stopped pushing, figuring that he’d better start setting a precedent for being the good guy.

Heinz checked the paper, then pointed down the hall. “Oh, it’s just two doors down. At least we don’t need the elevator. That thing is slow even on the best days.”

He knocked on the door, tapping his foot as he waited. Perry could see him mouthing numbers as an excuse to dash away if no one answered in the short timeframe Heinz was giving them.

Finally, a man in a white undershirt opened the door slightly. He didn’t bother unlatching the chain. “Oh, it’s you. The crazy neighbor,” he mumbled. “Whaddya want?”

Heinz made an indignant noise at being called a ‘crazy neighbor’, so Perry gave him a nudge to remind him of why they were there. Better to just get this done and over with.

“A DVD was delivered to my door by mistake. Something from the Philippines,” Heinz said. “I was gonna keep it for myself, but my former nemesis is now forcing me to return it cause that’s in the good guy manual. Apparently.”

“Tom? Who’s that?” a woman called from inside the apartment.

Tom paled, quickly checking over his shoulder. Then he dropped a ten dollar bill through the crack. “That money is for keeping quiet. My mother ordered that DVD, but I don’t want any of that trash anywhere near me,” he shuddered. “Take those and leave. Now.”

“Is that my DVD?” the woman asked. “I’ve been looking forward to watching it....”

“Just a salesman! It’s nothing!” Tom called to her. Then he shook his head, glaring at Heinz and Perry. “Well, get out!”

The door slammed shut.

Heinz grinned, scooping up the ten bucks triumphantly. “Wow, I guess this good guy stuff pays off. Literally! Can I get a rimshot?” he asked. “C’mon, I deserve a rimshot for that pun!”

Perry didn’t mention that the money was only a bribe. But it was definitely one of the strangest bribes he’d ever seen. While Heinz gloated over his victory as they headed back to his living room, Perry couldn’t help but wonder if the show was as bad as Tom claimed it would be.

Three hours later, they were sobbing into tissues while Angela claimed she didn’t really love Manuel, and that he was an emotional crutch while her poor family tried to scrape up enough funds to send her ailing father to the United States for a life-saving heart transplant.

“How could she say that?” Heinz cried, blowing his nose loudly. “He was loving and supportive! If she doesn’t stay him, he’ll have to go back to his arranged marriage with Emilia!”

Perry wiped away a stray tear. Sure, there was a bit more screaming than necessary, but a good chunk of the dialogue was understandable to him and didn’t require any subtitles.

Though he found Angela hard to enjoy since she kept wailing like a banshee at the drop of a hat. Her reaction to discovering that her beloved necklace was stolen was so overblown that Perry had to bite back the urge to laugh since Heinz was so invested in the story.

But Manuel’s actor was decent.

Heinz didn’t have a scheme lined up on Saturday, since they’d planned to begin the 3-part finale. Brightly colored tissue boxes covered the coffee table.

Perry figured he’d better start doing some research to find a foreign drama that wouldn’t be an emotional trainwreck. He could handle a few crying spells, but it happened so often here that he just didn’t react to it anymore.

Besides, he doubted this was healthy for Heinz.

Heinz popped the DVD into the player. Then he grabbed a tissue box and settled next to Perry on the couch. “I’m really glad Manuel gave Angela the money to cover the cost of the transplant. I mean, he may be a rich pretty boy but he’s got a heart at least. Though the guy needs to grow a spine to Emilia and her domineering mother. It’s kinda obvious they just want his money. You’d think he’d pick up on that.”

Angela was excited to finally be marrying the love of her life, while Manuel was a bit more pensive as his best friend helped him with his tuxedo. So far, eight minutes without crying and screaming. It was a new record.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Manuel Jonah Salonga and Angela Mary Quinto,” the priest announced to the crowd at the church. “If there is anyone who objects to this marriage-”

“I OBJECT!” a furious woman with her hair spilling out of a messy bun stormed down the aisle, her equally severe mother behind her. They glared furiously at Angela, who quickly grew teary-eyed at having her perfect day ruined by unstoppable envy.

Heinz gasped, his hands flying to his mouth. “You go away, Emilia!” he shouted. “You always ruin the moment!”

Perry lightly smacked his leg to keep him quiet so he could hear.

“Emilia, please-”

Emilia cut Angela’s choked cry off, her face completely red with rage. “Please?” she scoffed, cruelly mocking her. Her voice rose to a fevered pitch. “Please what? Please don’t ruin my wedding! Please give me my necklace! Please don’t kiss my crush when I haven’t made a single move and have done nothing to claim him! Let’s get one thing straight here, poor, naive, precious Angela.”

Heinz and Perry were both on the edge of their seats.

Angela trembled from head to toe as Emilia approached her with a malicious smirk. “You are nothing but a lowly maid girl. Manuel only pities you.”

“That’s not true!” Manuel protested, when the mother suddenly shoved him to the ground.

“Do you really think you have a choice in the matter?” the mother hissed vehemently. “You are marrying my daughter. It was decided long ago. Boys, surround him. Don’t ruin his face.”

A group of men surrounded Manuel, completely cutting off his access to Angela.

“ANGELA! ANGELA! DON”T HURT HER! SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!” Manuel screeched.

“MANUEL!” Angela wailed.

Honestly, Emilia was standing on the edge of the stairs. Just push her down, Perry thought. She was completely open for an attack.

Emilia laughed. “You see? And you want to know something else?” She leaned closer to Angela so that her mouth brushed her long, black hair. “I stole the first stack of bills you peasants bent your backs to earn to send your father to the states.”

Heinz gasped. “I knew it was her! I told you so, Perry the Platypus! And you didn’t believe me! See, I can be right sometimes! Take that!” he gloated loudly. Perry threw a pillow at him to shut him up so he could hear.

Which wasn’t necessary, since Angela was now screaming loud enough to wake the entire Tri-State Area.

Angela’s face contorted in rage. “YOU ALMOST KILLED MY FATHER! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A GOLDDIGGER! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A STUPID, JEALOUS GOLDDIGGER!”

She slapped Emilia across the face, her head turning from the force of impact.

Heinz cheered. “Yeah! Let her have it, Angela!”

Perry threw another pillow. Heinz glared at him for that one, but his attention quickly returned to the TV.

The congregation was silent. The mother’s eyes bulged out comically. “She...she dared to strike my daughter, a heiress of the Santos resort! Someone call the police!”

“YOU...YOU WENCH!” Emilia screeched, charging at Angela and knocking her down. “YOU DON’T DESERVE HIM! YOU DON’T DESERVE HIM!”

Angela and Emilia screamed and fought like wildcats, rolling across the floor as they forgot everything but beating the stuffing out of each other in their blind rage.

The choreography wasn’t the best, but Perry was more interested in who would come out on top. It had to be Angela. It just had to be.

Then Heinz blocked his view of the television, and Perry threw the final pillow at him. Heinz scowled, scooping up all the displaced pillows and dropping them on Perry. “I tolerated the first two times, but three is just too much!” he complained. “How do you like it when I turn the tables on you?”

Perry held two pillows by the corners, narrowing his eyes at the challenge.

She only wanted a soda.

Vanessa sighed as she walked past Perry and her dad, fighting in the exact same way as the two women on the television.

Secret agents were too easily impressionable.

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Harry Styles - “How to Love” - Chapter Sixteen

Masterlist

The choices Lana had made in life are what brought her to live the life she lives today. It wasn't a bad life, in fact it was quite enjoyable and she was successful. A year ago this was not the life she had pictured herself living though. A year ago she was single, focused on nothing but work but now she was in a happy and committed relationship with the last man she ever imagined she would be with again, let alone him falling for her all the same.

After she joined Harry and the guys on tour, finding that it was easy enough to do her job from her laptop as she traveled, that became strictly how she did her job. She video called in for meetings when needed but otherwise everything could be done through emails and it allowed her to explore a whole new side to life.

Once the two week US leg of tour ended, the couple, and Niall, enjoyed a week off at home before the band jetted off for a large European excursion, playing large city after large city and Lana was beside them the entire time.

As the weeks passed and her and Harry grew closer and closer she was getting to live the exact life she had always dreamt about all those years ago when her and Harry had first began seeing each other secretly. Of course, the couple had their ups and downs, still having a few arguments here and there but one would leave the room to cool off and soon they would be okay again after talking it out like they should.

"Never would have guessed this would be happening, honestly," Niall confessed to Lana one day as the two of them had ventured off to find a park for Jane to run around in. The small dog was enjoying tour life, it seemed. She was always getting plenty of pets and attention, people would sneak her pieces of their dinner when Lana or Niall weren't looking and she got to run around the parking lot of the stadiums they were playing in, having the time of her life. She was a dog meant to be on tour, it would seem.

"That what would be happening?" Lana questions, holding firm to Jane's leash as the small dog spotted a bird that she wanted to get after.

"That you and Harry would be together, dating, in love," Niall clarifies, giving a shrug of his shoulders as he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. "Not complaining, o'course," He adds quickly. "Jus' still tryin' to ge' used to it, is all."

"We've been together for months now and you still aren't used to it?" Lana questions with a laugh, playfully shoving Niall's shoulder.

"Do you see yourself with him forever? Like he's the one for ya, marry him and all tha'?" Niall wonders after the two find a nice spot of grass to plop themselves down on to and relax. Jane rolls around in the grass for a bit before she curls up, letting the warm sun heat her stomach, deciding this was the perfect place for a nap.

"Where is this coming from, Niall?" Lana was caught off guard by the question. Marry Harry? She had honestly never thought about it. "Spend forever with him, sure, but we are no where close to getting married or even just engaged. We haven't talked about that at all." The idea of marriage all of a sudden spooked Lana. It wasn't that she didn't want to marry Harry, of course she did but one day in the future far down the road, not just months after finally figuring everything out and repairing their relationship.

"Just curious, sorry I asked." Lana looks over at Niall, studying his features as he looks anywhere but at her. She had the sneaking suspicion that perhaps Harry had something to do with the sudden idea of marriage between the two.

"Did Harry say something? Is he going to propose?" Lana knew that if he had Niall wouldn't tell her. He wouldn't ruin it for Harry like that but she still felt the need to ask anyway.

"Lana, I was jus' curious, wanted to know where ya both were with the relationship, is all." Niall defends, finally meeting Lana's eye. He gives her a smile, shoving her gently with his elbow. "Stop freakin' yourself ou' thinkin' he's gonna propose now, he's not." Niall's words made Lana definitely feel better so she broke into a smile and leaned back, staring up at the clouds.

It was later, Lana had joined Harry back at the hotel they were staying at down the street from the venue the band was playing at tomorrow night. The couple was sharing a room with Liam but he and Louis had ventured out for drinks so the two were currently alone.

"So Niall and I had an interesting conversation today," Lana called as she perches herself on the edge of the bed, undoing the laces of her boots before sliding them off. Harry was in the bathroom, washing his face and getting ready for bed.

"Oh?" He calls back through the open door. "Wha' abou'?"

"You and I," Lana tugs her shirt over her head, reaching for one of Harry's t-shirts that she had taken to sleeping in at night "and us getting married." Harry was silent for a few seconds before he shuts the water off and steps out of the bathroom. Lana watches him from her spot still sat on the edge of the bed, also silent.

"Why.. wha' did you say?" He wondered, crossing his arms over his chest. Lana could tell that he was anxious and now her previous thoughts that Niall was put up to asking about marriage came back to mind.

"Well I told him that's not happening any time soon, of course," Lana responds with a small laugh and a shrug of her shoulders, watching Harry's face closely as he takes in her words. He actually purses his lips and gives a nod before he turns and heads back into the bathroom. "Harry?" But he was shutting the door and didn't answer. "Harry!" Lana stands from the bed and heads over, trying for the door handle but finds it firmly locked. "What is wrong? Open the door!" She could hear him shuffling about but he doesn't answer. "Will you open the door and talk to me about this instead of shutting me out! Why are you so mad that I don't think we're close to getting married?!" At that the door swung open and Lana was face to face with a very angry Harry.

"Why am I mad?!" He questions, his eyes wide as if she had grown a second head. Harry didn't get it, he thought they had been somewhat on the same page. Was he about to drop down on one knee tomorrow had she felt the same way? No, but when he confided in Niall about his thoughts of marrying his beautiful girlfriend, he just wanted to know where she stood as well. Never did he think she would pretty much laugh at the idea of the two of them married. "You don' wanna marry me!"

"I never said that, Harry!" Lana was trying to keep her voice down. First, she didn't want Niall to hear who was in the room beside theirs, having called it an early night, nor did they need anyone else on the floor hearing them and reporting that Harry Styles was getting into a fight with his girlfriend - no one needed the drama that came along with those sorts of rumors. "I just don't think it's time to be thinking about that. We've not even been back together for a year yet."

"So wha'! Wha' does it really matter how long we've been back together? Tha's jus' a number, really, wha' should matter when deciding is if we love each other or not, and I don' know about you, love, but I know I wan' to spend forever with you. I don' need to be with you for some allotted amount of time to know you're gonna be it for me." Lana's heart raced at Harry's words but she still felt angry at his attack, as well as scared.

She hadn't thought about this. She didn't realize that it was even on his mind. Sure, forever with Harry was of course what she wanted but marriage? That was such a big step, a step she hadn't even considered. She was just happy and content roaming the globe with him and their best friends, having new and fun experiences everyday. The whole point of her basically turning her job into a strictly through email thing was to start living in the moment, to go with the flow, to no longer worry about the future or what was going on apart from having a good time with those she loved. Yet here she was, all of a sudden being slammed in the face with her future and she wasn't ready for it.

"Where are you going?" Lana was broken from her thoughts as Harry moves past her and reaches for a sweatshirt, pulling it on. "You aren't leaving, are you?" She steps up to him as he slides his feet into a pair of sneakers and gives a sigh.

"I jus'.." He runs a large hand through his long curls, pushing them from his face. He scrunches up his nose for a bit before shaking his head. "I jus' need some time to think and calm down. I'll see you in the morning,"

"But... Harry!" But he didn't stop, he simply stuffed a hand in the pocket of his sweatshirt, yanked open the hotel room door with the other and left without looking back. Lana gives a gasp, it quickly turning in to a sob as her eyes fill with tears, her vision swimming before her. She was at such a loss. What had just happened? Everything happened so fast, Harry had been so mad and then was just suddenly gone.

She hadn't realized she had curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face and had completely blocked everything out until she felt little puppy kisses all along her arm and a presence behind her on the bed. She turns as Niall snuggles himself up behind her, pulling the blankets over them both. Jane curled up against Lana's stomach and Niall sighs into Lana's hair.

"Harry is in my room for the night." He explains. Lana says nothing,just buries her face in her pillow, letting it soak up her tears. "We don' have to talk, jus' ge' some sleep, love," Again, Lana stays silent but she knew Niall would understand.

They had been through things like this before. The two had helped the other through a number of heartbreaks or even just sad days in general from whatever life threw at them. Some days you just needed a comforting presence for support to not feel alone. "Goodnight, Lana," Niall whispers as he leans over to flip off the light, snuggling back up into Lana's back. "It's all gonna be alrigh', I promise," Lana just wasn't sure she believed that.

Chapter Seventeen

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aesjae · 7 years

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Amnesia Pt.2 | Taeyong

A/N: Is it that part 2 is finally here?! I’m so sorry guys i’ve been remarkably busy nowadays and I didn’t really have the time to write part 2- but here it is~

Pt.1, Pt.2

Taeyong’s POV

Summary: After an accident, Taeyong, your boyfriend, was left comatose, and you were forbidden by families on both sides from meeting Taeyong again. After a few months, you were informed of Taeyong’s awakening, only to be struck with the news that he had lost most of his memory. You still loved him, you never stopped, but did feelings on your part matter when the guy you loved did not even know who you were?

Word Count: 3,961 (I literally put my heart and soul into this)

Style/ Genre: Scenario/ Angst

Date posted: 31/08/17

*To clear any confusion, the numbers over here refers to the months AFTER the accident happened, just as in part 1. They do NOT refer to the months after Taeyong has woken up from his coma.

Zero.

I looked at the road ahead. (Y/N) was in the wrong lane, but the traffic was clear. I admit that I felt kind of uneasy as if something was about to happen, but I decided to keep quiet since I knew that (Y/N) liked to do things her own way. Furthermore, it would be better for her to have more space while driving since she’s still a beginner. The road’s clear, everything’s alright, right?

Guess not.

It all happened in a flash, and before my vision blurred, I fuzzily saw the scene in front of me: smoke billowing out from the front of my car and the toppled over vehicle a few metres away, gruesome blood dripping from the tip of my fingers, and (Y/N) passed out in her seat with her head craned upwards.

Then, darkness consumed me.

One.

There was a patch of plain white. White, white and only white, as if it was my whole world, my only world. What was happening? Was I blind? Wait, am I even alive? Where was I?

“Are you kidding me, she actually dared to come here? Here? ----- What did she expect, to come back all safe and recovered, to my poor son who’s still comatose? To be welcomed with open arms? Is that it? ----- -hat a witch! I can’t believe such a person entered Taeyong’s life.” I heard a voice brimming evidently with spite and hatred, although not all the words seemed to register coherently into my mind.

“Mum... Calm down. ---- -as severely hurt too, furthermore, the accident wasn’t completely her fau-”

“SHUT IT! Never say that name again. If you ever mention her name in this household, don’t expect to come back.” The shrill, high-pitched and agitated voice of a seemingly older woman cut another woman off, who sounded to be the daughter of the former.

Mum? Sis?

I tried to speak, but it was as if my mouth was sealed tight.

I attempted to move my finger, but no matter how much willpower I put in, it seemed like the most difficult and exhausting thing to do..

I sighed mentally, giving up and letting myself be consumed by the growing grey clouding my vision of white.

Two.

I had a vision. I saw two people - a woman and man. However, both the man’s and woman’s faces were blurred. They were on a couch in a room exuding a warm and comforting ambience. The man had his arms around the woman, enveloping her in a secure yet gentle embrace. They laughed heartily as both of them looked at each other with inexplicable expressions, the entirety of their eyes filled with something, something incomprehensible. The expression they wore for each other was as if they were looking at their galaxy, they were looking at something that was so precious, they would find it nowhere else in the universe.

I realised then, it was love in their eyes.

I realised then too, that man was me.

Three.

It had been awhile since I realised that I was in a coma. After numerous struggles with some invisible force, and buzzing of voices here and there from some “outside” world, it was quite obvious that I was in fact, trapped in my own world of comatoseness.

From what I had heard from the “outside” world, it had been three months, yet I was still trapped in this state. It had been three months since I had regained mental consciousness, yet I was still unconscious physically. Thus, for the past three months, I had only been able to consume myself with thoughts and voices of people from outside, and also random visions that appear in my mind from time to time. Every time, it was something different. Yet, there always was a couple. Every time after the vision had faded off, I had always managed to realise that the guy was me. However, the girl’s face had been blurred out in all of the visions. They all seemed so realistic, but at the same time, too idealistic. Somehow, I convinced myself that these visions were just part of my imagination.

“Taeyong-ah...” A familiar mellow voice from outside called out from beside me.

Sis?

��Taeyong-ah, I-I miss you so much...” Her voice cracked, as she choked up.

I could image my sister with tears running down her cheeks, red nose and swollen eyes. I wish I could reach out to comfort her, just like the many other times I did so whenever she cried, but I couldn’t.

“Taeyong, do you know how hard it had been? Over the past 3 months, I always return home expecting you to run down the stairs to welcome me back home or be in the kitchen helping Mum with dinner. It had become a habit of mine. But ever since.. ever since the accident...... Ugh, I still refuse to grasp onto reality. Taeyong, please wake up soon.”

Sis...

“I know I shouldn’t mention this but... It has been killing me inside out -- literally. (Y/N), she... She really misses you.”

(Y/N)? Why did that name sound so familiar yet foreign?

“I saw her a few days ago. She looked like hell. I don’t think she has gotten over you or the accident yet. I didn’t dare to approach her, but she was wearing the pendant necklace that you gave her, fiddling with it like she always did whenever she was anxious while waiting for you at home.”

(Y/N)...? Pendant...?

“Come back, Taeyong. I miss you, she misses you, we all do actually. Please wake up soon, I beg of you.” Those were of Sis’s last sobbing pleads that I heard before darkness consumed me again, blocking out all noises from the outside world.

“Happy 4th anniversary~” The guy, who was I myself, chirped happily.

“Happy 4th anniversary too, Oppa~” A blurred face girl hummed, voice filled with the soothing tune of love.

I reached into the pocket of my jacket, taking out a beautiful yet simple blue jewellery box. The girl immediately noticed the box, her line of vision trailing the box. Opening the box with my right hand while gently holding the base of it with my left, I looked up at the girl with anxious hope. Revealing an ethereally and elaborately designed snowflake as the pendant, I picked the necklace up, putting the box back into my pocket and raising it up in front of the girl’s face.

“This snowflake represents myself -- fragile and delicate -- and because I trust you, I love you, I’m putting my heart with you in hope that you will care for my love, my fragile soul.” I stumble over my words slightly, nervousness kicking in as I glanced hopefully at the girl in front of me.

“I... I don’t know what to say.. This is.. truly amazing. Y-yes, Oppa. I promise to handle your love with care. I promise to return you with the same amount of love.” Gleeful tears started cascading down her cheeks as she embraced me tightly into her arms.

I felt so blessed, so happy, so elated right then as if nothing else mattered. Only my love for her mattered.

The vision disappeared as quickly as it came.

The visions were all real. They were not just my imagination.

Four.

I woke up. I really woke up.

It was unreal.

For a few days, there weren't any visions occurring at all. However, one day, when the patches of white I always saw was fully clouded with grey, colours started streaming into my vision. Slowly, but surely, my vision was greeted by the reality of the actual outside world, and I took in the scene of a middle-aged couple in front of me rushing to my bed side as they frantically called for the doctors.

I was awake.

“Do you know what your name is, sir?” A man with a slight stubble on his face with a pristine white coat donned on asked me. Doctor Oh, the tag above his breast pocket read.

“N-No...” I glanced around confusedly, my line of sight eventually stopping on the middle-aged couple, their wrinkled faces donning on worried expressions.

“Hmmm.. Do you recognise any of them?” Doctor Oh gestured towards the couple that I was staring at.

“T-Taeyong dear, d-do you remember me?” The lady of the pair squeaked. She was beautiful, but wrinkles and eye bags decorated her face - evident signs of her age and the amount of stress she had been under recently.

I recognised her voice. It was the voice that I had constantly heard while comatose.

“Mum...?” I answered unsurely.

Upon my answer, the lady’s eyes widened, and almost immediately, she broke down into the man’s arms, incoherently sobbing “He recognises me.. He recognises me! Praise the God!”

I turned my head to look at the man who held Mum in his arms firmly.

“Dad..?”

His head whipped almost instantly towards me, glistening tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he nodded his head vigorously.

Five.

I had learnt that almost all of my memory had been wiped out. Other than my family, that consisted of my parents and my sister, I could not recognise anybody else or remember a single memory from before the fateful accident happened. It was tough, especially when unrecognisable people would randomly appear in your hospital room, claiming that they were your friends when you could only smile awkwardly and apologetically at them.

Nonetheless, I was well and fully recovered. Hence, after another few weeks of inpatient hospital stay to conduct a few final tests for the finalised results, I was discharged from the hospital and allowed to return home.

“Sis! What are you baking?” I hopped into the kitchen excitedly, a smile on my face as I witness my sister kneading dough.

“Oh, Taeyong! Oh gosh, I love hearing your sickening voice on a daily basis again.” My sister, who was caught by surprise by me, joked playfully.

“Wow, Sis, I am sickeningly honoured.” I rolled my eyes mischievously, sarcasm dripping out from my mouth.

My sister chuckled. “I’m making chocolate chip cookies, your favourite.”

“Sounds good,” I took a glance at the clock: 2.08 p.m. “Oh shit! I forgot I was meeting Johui! I’ll be back later Sis!”

“Yep, sure! Say hi to Johui for me!”

I grabbed my jacket hastily and rushed out of the house, jogging towards the cafe that I had promised Johui to meet at. Johui was a distant cousin of mine. After I had awakened from my coma, my parents had arranged an internal celebration with my relatives, which also gave me the opportunity to have my relatives reintroduced to me after my major memory loss. Johui had come to me, naturally slinging an arm around my shoulders while on her tiptoes, which immediately had me tensed up for a moment. However, after she had introduced herself, both of us clicked really easily. As Johui had explained to me, both of us were really close as cousins, and were literally ‘inseperable’ as kids. However, Johui’s family had migrated to Canada a few years ago, and since then we had hardly been in touch. Johui’s family had specially flown back into Korea to celebrate my awakening and would be staying in Korea for the next month.

“Ya! Lee Taeyong! You dare to be late, in my presence?” Johui’s high-pitched voice semi-blared into my face, as she shoved me playfully in the shoulder.

“Woah there princess, I didn’t mean to! I didn’t see the time, plus I’m still unfamiliar with the neighbourhood okayy” I raised both of my hands in surrender as I attempted to justify the reason behind my late-coming.

Johui laughed heartily as she nodded her head, light-heartedly accepting my excuse.

Johui and I walked down the street, my arm slung around her shoulder as we casually joked with and talked to each other. We reminisced the childhood memories that only Johui seemed to remember but informed me of, and we talked about almost anything under the sun. The atmosphere was one of cheerfulness and ecstasy. I felt free and simply blissful. My heart was full of joy and bursting with life. I felt alive.

As we were walking, laughter still reverberating from our chests, I felt an unusual sensation from behind me. Johui was on my right, and I glanced towards my left at the road. The street we were on was narrow, and my eye seemed to momentarily stop on a lady who was turning around to face counter-direction from us at that moment when I turned towards her side of the street. But that was not before I saw the expression on her face.

It was heartbreaking.

Her expression was one of pure sorrow, raw, vulnerable and easily breakable. No. She looked like she was already broken, shredded to pieces. No matter how heartbreaking the expression she wore on her face was, I should not be too bothered by it. But then something caught my eye. Something that glistened under the sun.

A snowflake pendant around her neck.

I sprinted home.

I told Johui that I had something to do, and almost immediately after I had made up that silly excuse, I ran off, abandoning her on the streets.

I tried to ignore the tightening feeling in my chest as buildings after buildings passed by me in a blur. Not now, just not now. Not until I have confirmed it with my own eyes.

I barged into the house, instantly shocking my sister who had just finished her baking.

“What’s wrong, Taeyong?!” She yelled, alarmed.

I ignored her, not stopping until I collapsed in front of my bed in my room, pulling out the cardboard box that was hidden deep under. A box that Mum had kept there ever since my accident. I ripped the cover of the cardboard box apart, rummaging through the items in it.

My hands foraged the messy pile, pulling out a framed photograph.

I stared at the photograph, the faces of a couple reflecting back at me.

It was me.

Smiling so brightly.

Looking so vibrant.

It was her.

The girl I saw on the streets.

It was her.

(Y/N).

The snowflake pendant peeked through the slit of her blouse, its silvery outward appearance shimmering distinctively.

Memories of the visions I saw while in my coma came rushing into my mind. Everything seemed to click. (Y/N) was the blurred face girl. I had given her the necklace. The snowflake pendant was an indication of my love, our love.

We were in love.

Without any warning, all the past memories with (Y/N) plummeted into my heart, the happy, the sad, the unforgettable. Every one of them all.

My chest tightened immensely, and the heart-wrenching feeling was unbearable. I sobbed uncontrollably, and screams of agony escaped my lungs as if they were savage prisoners let loose.

“Taeyong what hap- ..Oh.” My sister rushed to the entrance of my room, only to stop short upon witnessing the scene in front of her -- numerous items that represented the love between (Y/N) and I, strewn across my whole bedroom floor.

I never forgot her. I had never forgotten (Y/N). She was in my heart the whole time, but why didn’t I know earlier? My screams were uncontrollable, and with every scream, my heart shook with torment. I loved her, I still did.

I felt my sister’s arms wrap around my curled up body, clutching me in a warm and firm hold that provided me with no comfort. Instead, her next words ripped me into even more pieces.

“I-I’m sorry, Taeyong.”

Six.

I fought with my parents. Eventually, I had learnt of the reason why I did not know of (Y/N) earlier after I had woken from my coma. They were the reason. I was enraged. The names that spewed out of my mother’s mouth was oxygen to the burning flame in me. ‘Witch’, ‘demon’, ‘curse’. I had remembered everything about (Y/N), and she was nothing like that. It was ridiculous that my mother had blamed everything on (Y/N). It was only God’s play of games.

As frustration consumed my entire being, I stomped out of the house, slamming the door on the way out. The fire in me burned non-stop. I was downright irate.

Somehow, I found myself in front of the neighbourhood library. It was a huge library with a stairway leading to its entrance, and suddenly a memory struck me.

It was how I first got to meet (Y/N).

“Oft! G-Gosh! I can’t believe they kicked me out of the library, my heaven!?” The girl opposite me shrieked, her voice laced with utter disbelief.

I whipped my head to glare at her. “You mean ‘we’, you woman?! If it was not for you, we wouldn’t have been kicked out!” I snapped back at her with the same degree of disbelief.

The lady’s head snapped towards me I was surprised her head did not dislocate. She glared at me with menace, before letting out a scowl.

“Excuse me, man? I obviously picked up the book first. What are you talking about? YOU were the one that caused us to be kicked out.”

This woman was utterly ridiculous.

It happened when both of us reached for the last copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on the shelf in the library, and I kid you not, this book was extremely hard to get your hands on in the library, considering the popularity of J.K Rowling’s globally acclaimed series. Let’s just say, it resulted in a verbal brawl between the both of us, and since we were being a public nuisance in the library, we were instantly kicked out, and that landed us in our current situation.

I bit the inside of my cheeks, desperately containing myself from yelling at the lady. I might have been really fired up, but I’m a gentleman.

Forcing a smile on my face, I looked at the lady with fictitious friendliness and said in the most forcefully calm voice ever, “Now, I don’t think either of us would want to start another argument, ya? So how about forget about the previous incident and talk peacefully. Let’s start afresh, shall we? I don’t think we left a very good first impression on both of us,” I raised my hand in front of me towards the lady, “I’m Lee Taeyong.”

The lady looked at me and my hand sceptically for a moment, before submitting to my offer.

“I’m (Y/F/N).”

As we had our hands in each other’s, it was the start of something lasting and unforgettable.

I smiled bitterly at the memory, before deciding to visit the library which I had not been able to go ever since my awakening.

I was casually walking through the endless shelves of books when something caught my eye.

A familiar wisp of hair, the familiar silhouette of that someone I had been yearning for, but could not go back to.

She was at the bookshelf ‘ROW’. The bookshelf. The same bookshelf that both of us quarrelled at upon our first meeting. She stopped in front of the exact place where the Harry Potter series would be found, and her delicate fingers skimmed across the spines of the books on the shelves, halting when they landed on ‘Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows’. She picked it up from the shelf, freezing in place and stared at it melancholy. All of a sudden, tears started to effortlessly roll down her cheeks. Seemingly snapped out of her trance, she wiped her tears hastily, then glancing up cautiously, as if afraid of anybody catching her in this embarrassing moment.

But then she made eye contact with me. Her eyes widened a fraction, but I did not break away my gaze. I continued staring at her, and the heart-wrenching feeling was back, clenching my heart like a barbed wire chained around it. I wanted to take her into my embrace, but I couldn’t, I shouldn’t.

(Y/N) broke away from my stare, but then look back up at me again. I made no attempts to divert my gaze away from her. Realising that I was still staring at her, her posture stiffened and she put the book back on the shelf, walking away.

The feeling in my chest was overwhelming, but I couldn’t help it, neither could I control it. I knew that I shouldn’t since my parents were opposed to it, but it was my life, it was my heart, it was my choice. I could not just forget (Y/N) so easily like that. Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed a post-it note from one of the nearby library desks and a pen, striding towards the bookshelf that (Y/N) was initially at. Clicking the pen, I wrote on the post-it note the words that I had been containing in my heart for a long time and stuck it in the copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows that (Y/N) had previously picked up, reliving the memory of the birth of this phrase in my head.

‘You’ll still always be my always. I never forgot about you. -T.Y’

Sighing, I put the book back on the shelf and dragged myself towards the exit of the library.

Stepping down from the last step of the stairway leading to the entrance of the library, I heard a yell from behind.

“L-Lee Taeyong, wait!”

That voice.

I turned my head back, hope suddenly filling up the void in my chest.

There she came, stumbling down the flight of stairs with a flushed face. My post-it note was in her hand.

With staggering breaths, (Y/N) peered at me expectantly.

“T-Taeyong..”

I merely looked at her indifferently, stuffing my hands in my pocket as I internally struggled to control myself and not hug her right then, waiting for her to continue.

“T-Taeyong, you remember me? (Y/N)..?” She tripped over her words, nervousness and anxiety evident in her voice.

I nodded, still trying hard to maintain my indifferent demeanour.

(Y/N) looked up at me with her watery eyes, which looked like crystal balls as the water in her eyes caused them to glisten with a mystical gleam.

As if something suddenly struck her, (Y/N) straightened her posture, forcefully putting a smile on her face, masking the anguish that was shown on her face.

“Let’s start afresh, shall we?” She raised her hand out towards me. “I’m (Y/F/N).”

Looking down at her hand, I grasped it firmly after a moment of hesitation.

“I’m Lee Taeyong.”

Our hands remained in a handshake position for a few seconds, as if time had been paused, and all of a sudden, (Y/N) let go of my hand and hurriedly swung both of her arms around my neck, as if she had been holding back for a long time, just like I had been.

In her comforting and gentle embrace, I finally felt myself relax. She still had the same effect on me, after all this time.

“I missed you so much, Taeyong.”

I let my arms wrap around her figure hungrily as if desperate to feel the shape of her again, as if to remind myself that she was my solace.

“I missed you too. So much.”

When your love runs deep, it is unbreakable, it is unforgettable. In the race of love, nothing serves as a barrier. We were tied by invisible strings which never allow us to be separated emotionally and mentally. Physical distance does not restrain the boundaries that it can overcome. Our love was strong and it broke all impossibilities in the world. Our bond was something formidable.

I would never forget her. And I would never stop loving her. For all of my life.

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time may change me (but i cant trace time) chapter 2/6

Ten is for Learning- 3k words

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Summary: Summer comes around again at ten and eleven, and Robbe is starting to wonder if he really does have a crush on that girl in his class, despite something feeling massively OFF.

Featuring: Fifa, sore losers and the shambles that are Robbe's parents.

TW: implication of violence (two adults arguing), uneducated stance on mental illness (Robbe’s like ten lmao)

Robbe didn't exactly know the science behind global warming, but in the thick of Antwerp's heat wave he had a reason to believe in it. All the window's in his house had been thrown open as soon as him and Sander had rushed inside, hiding from the sun. After hours of wandering aimlessly around their neighbourhood, they were sick of the beating heat, thirsty and ready to laze about doing absolutely nothing. It had been a great day so far, both of them in the best of moods, joking and laughing in the way they usually did, but with an extra layer of carefree glee on top of the normality. In fact, Robbe's cheeks still hurt from laughing an hour after they had sprawled onto his couch, ready to pig out until Sander had to leave. The entire day, Sander wouldn't stop making absolutely stupid jokes, the one's verging on crude that made the other boy lose it every single time. Even as Robbe turned his Xbox on, he was giggling, telling Sander to 'shut up' in fear of his mum overhearing (even if he knew she wouldn't). It took them both a couple of long minutes to calm down enough to figure out what game they were going to play. It was Fifa of course, Sander would usually complain, but he knew Robbe was too tired to move from the couch to change the disks over.

Robbe's shirt was sticking to him and the room was so stuffy despite the light breeze that streamed in from the open windows. The water he'd got for the both of them had turned warm in minutes of coming out of the tap, unpleasant and nowhere near as refreshing as they'd hoped it would've been. His hair clung to his forehead and his neck- Robbe's mum was right, maybe it was way too long for such hot weather. For a second he thought back to Sander a couple of years previous, in his big hoodies under the sun. Robbe didn't know how he'd dressed like that on the warmest of days without passing out. Honestly, Robbe never grew to understand why he did wear such baggy clothes. And it was too late to ask. Sander had changed his 'fashion sense' now, donning short sleeves and 3/4 cargo pants, decked out in a t-shirt Robbe was pretty sure he'd seen Sander's older brother, Ross,wear.

''You keep on missing! What are you even doing, Robbe?'' Sander teased, gesturing wildly at the footballers on screen, laughing as he scored yet another goal. No matter how much Sander complained about Fifa it didn't stop him from beating Robbe nearly every time they played.

''I wasn't paying attention! Oh my god, stop, at least give me a chance to pass-'' Being younger than Sander sometimes made Robbe feel like he was at a disadvantage, it wasn't a big gap (only a year and two months between them), but Sander always seemed so much more sharper than his friend. The infinite amount of wisdom an eleven year old had compared to a ten year old seemed massive to Robbe. Sander scored again, and Robbe was pretty much done.

''You're not even playing properly now!'' Sander grinned, knowing that he'd won quickly enough to annoy Robbe ''Don't be a sore loser, Ijzermans...''

''I'm not a sore loser, I just wasn't paying attention! Re-match, come on'' Robbe sat forward, in a slow effort to make himself pay more attention, hoping that he might suddenly get better at the game- despite the fact he didn't really know what he was doing. He could feel Sander's amusement even if he wasn't facing him, that toothy grin and the slightly patronising eyebrow raise he always shot Robbe before he made a fool of himself. Sander scored nearly as soon as the match started. There was a short silence as Robbe dropped his controller in mock disbelief, before Sander burst into a fit of laughter, falling backwards on the couch and Robbe shook his head.

"HOW? That's so unfair...You suck!" He had to shout over Sander's laughter, gesturing wildly at the TV screen. Robbe was laughing too now, and his was tummy hurting from the way he doubled over, hand clutching his chest. Every single time there was a dip in the severity of their giggles, Sander would look at Robbe and the tears in their eyes would make them lose it all over again. In moments like those, Robbe realised how Sander was the only one who could make him laugh like that, all incoherent noises and snorts, loud and boldly uncontrolled. Jens and the other kids at school were funny, but they didn't know how to make Robbe's eyes water, and his dimples pop, like Sander did. Through spluttered giggles, after a couple of painfully joyous minutes Sander managed to say "That was embarrassing...Seriously" Robbe merely stuck his tongue out at him in response, still flushed in the face and warmer than he had been all day. Sander, huffing, put his controller to the side before glancing at Robbe sideways- clearly mischievous. "What would your Noor think of that?"

Robbe's grin faltered for the first time since that morning. And he didn't know why, exactly. That was the issue he'd been having recently.

Noor was a girl in Robbe's class. A friend, as well as a girl. She sat opposite him on their group's table, and the pair of them got along so easily. Like they'd known one another since kindergarten. You see, Noor played video games too, her brother had a PS4, and her and Robbe would sit and talk about GTA when they were supposed to be doing classwork- much to Miss Visser's dismay. Surprisingly, to Robbe's dense 10 year old brain, she was very good at them, knowing tricks that he hadn't gotten around to learning yet and being happy to help him. Fifa wasn't her thing though...He wondered for a second if that was why he was so bad at it.She'd smile at a remark like that. Noor smiled a lot, and she wouldn't hesitate to laugh at Robbe's stupid jokes either- the one's that he'd definitely stole from Sander. She make Robbe laugh a lot too, it only took him a couple of weeks to realise that being friends with her was almost as fun as being friends with Jens. The only downside to talking to Noor was the whispers that followed their every interaction. That was the issue Robbe had had recently. A boy and a girl talking, laughing, joking, smiling together meant one thing to everyone- one of them had a crush. And Robbe didn't exactly know what one of those was.

He'd made the mistake of asking Jens, of course. Which didn't help. Whilst Jens was one of the smartest in their class, he'd never really had a way with words. The pair had been sitting on one of the playgrounds walls during recess when Robbe had blurted out ''How do you know if you have a crush on someone?''

Jens had stopped eating his crackers to crane his neck in Robbe's direction, quirking an eyebrow whilst brushing a long strand of black hair out of his eyes. He shrugged at first, slowly chewing as he paused to think. After such suspense Robbe was expecting a groundbreaking answer, one that would provide clarity and help him decide if he actually did have a 'crush' on Noor. But instead, all he got was something mildly underwhelming, mumbled through a mouthful of cracker dust.

''You...like them a lot. And they make you feel nice....And you think they're, like, pretty, i guess?''

''That's it?'' Robbe had shaken his head in dismay, even more confused than he had been before he'd asked. The thing was, Robbe could apply that logic to a lot of people. Sander made him feel nice, he would always compliment Robbe when he did something good, laugh when subjected to his poor attempts at original humour and listen when he told long, winding stories. Robbe liked Sander a lot. Objectively he was pretty too, all of the girls in Sander's year said so. They'd stand by the football pitches sidelines, crooning, whenever he played; all gushing and grinning. Robbe thought that was gross, for some reason. The idea of girls blushing over Sander was definitely gross. The idea of someone having a 'crush' on Sander was even more repulsive to Robbe.

''Yeah, that's it Robbe...'' Jens dusted the cracker crumbs from his pants, crumpling the packet in his grubby hands before shoving it in one of his trouser's pockets. He took a second, as Robbe ran over that shabby definition one hundred times in his head, before curiously asking ''Are you asking because of Noor?''

Robbe didn't want to answer that, so he didn't say anything at all. His mum told him silence was always an acceptable answer. But what he didn't know was the numerous ways silence could be interpreted. Because, in response to his friends silence, Jens made the answer up for himself. The other's face broke out in a blossoming grin, all Cheshire-cat like, as he hopped down from the wall. ''You have a crush on her?'' He said the words too loudly for Robbe's liking, bouncing like some sort of excitable puppy, just ecstatic enough to draw attention from the younger kids hovering around them. A pit grew in Robbe's stomach of the idea of that rumour spreading...Of Noor hearing. Of Noor wanting to be his girlfriend.

''No!'' Robbe's vehement defence just egged on his 'best' friend, though. Jens was laughing too loudly, insisting that he thought so, and profoundly declaring that Robbe was 'in love'. It was embarrassing, Robbe could still feel the heat his cheeks had filled with, as he sat on the couch staring at Sander.

''Earth to Robbe...Ground control wants a report'' Sander cupped a hand over his own mouth, mimicking the sound of a walkie-talkie as he shuffled up the couch in order to stab at Robbe's arm with his finger. He shook his head in response, letting out a strained laugh as the slight dread in his stomach lifted- Sander's idiocy never failed to make him feel better. But after his and Jens' conversation, that fact made Robbe scrunch up his face.

''How did you find out about that? Did Jens tell you?'' He mused, trying to act cool in the face of such an awkward subject. Sander could read him like a book though, and he only smiled wider at Robbe's mannerisms, folding his arms to exaggerate his smugness.

''Yeah, but Noor's friends are LOUD so...It wasn't like that was the only way I could've found out'' Sander was undeniably proud of himself and his nonexistent detective skills, he was looking at Robbe expectantly, like he was supposed to say something. Robbe stared at him in confusion, mouthing a small 'what?' before Sander rolled his eyes, still positively beaming. Of course Sander was thriving off this stupid situation. Crushes and girls were his thing,after all, despite how much he'd protest that exact fact. Sander had gotten his first girlfriend a couple of weeks after him and Robbe had met. To no ones surprise, her and Robbe hated each other. She was mean, to be fair to Robbe, always calling him 'little' and a baby. Sander had boldly broken up with her in the middle of recess after she tripped Robbe for 'stealing' Sander... Whatever that had meant. ''Are you not going to tell me anything about her then?''

''There's nothing to tell you about''

''But you have a crush on her...'' Sander protested ''I told you everything when I had a crush on Engel last month'' Robbe was starting to realise how many of Sander's crushes he didn't like. Engel was annoying, and loud, and too girly. All of them were too girly, too obsessed with makeup and clothes, stuff that Robbe didn't care about. But, Noor wasn't. In reality, Robbe liked Noor. He just didn't know if what he felt qualified as a crush.

''I don't know if i have a crush on her'' He hesitated before continuing, looking down at the controller he still gripped in his hands, fingers incessantly fiddling with the buttons to ease his nerves ''She makes me happy and I think she's pretty, but I don't know if that's what a crush is...Like-' Robbe paused for a moment, pursing his lips as he thought. He swallowed quickly before mumbling ''I don't want her to be my girlfriend, girlfriends are kind of gross.''

Finally, he managed to look at Sander, suddenly grateful for the influx of warm weather and sunburn due to the heat radiating off of his cheeks. Speaking about girls was new territory for the two...Robbe was spectacularly uncomfortable. He was expecting Sander to still be beaming, delighted at his friends discomfort and embarrassment when speaking about his speculated crush like Jens usually did. But instead, he looked oddly serious- as serious as an 11 year old could get.

''Why do you think girlfriends are gross?'' It was a sincere question, asked out genuine curiosity, but Robbe still couldn't think of an answer that sounded logical.

''They just do. They, like, take up all of your time. A-and speak about girl stuff. And...'' Robbe's words all came out in one breath, frustrated and confused ''I wouldn't be able to spend as much time with you, you know?''

Sander nodded in agreement, understanding as always. Robbe liked when he did that, always seeming to get what he was saying without ever really trying. It helped Robbe be able to breathe easier, the initial panic at his teasing subsiding after one loaded look. Being unable to hang out with Sander because of some girl was something Robbe never ever wanted, he decided that then in that moment. And it looked like Sander had come to his own conclusion, his mouth open to say something that he'd never get to say. Because, all of a sudden, there was an ungodly barrage of shouting and screaming coming from above them, the ceiling shaking with the weight of retreating footsteps. The worst part was that Robbe didn't even jump, expecting his parents to start a war sooner or later- it was that time of the day after all.

The fighting had been getting worse recently. His mum was tired, constantly, always snappy and lazy. Picking at conversations until they bled, like a scab, into some sort of row. Robbe had been living on takeout for the past two weeks, with his mother unable to cook and his dad working night shifts. A month ago, that would've been an absolute dream, but lately he found himself missing the home-cooked food she'd made before thing's went downhill. During the day (If Sander wasn't there) Robbe found himself to be lonely more than bored, with both of his parents sleeping- his dad recovering from a night working in warehouses and his mother weighted like a stone, unable to do anything for herself. To be truthful, Robbe was angry at her. Mostly because he didn't understand what was going on, and why she liked to shout at his dad so much. Robbe's father had always been antagonistic, but these days it seemed that whenever they were in the same room a thick band of tension weighed over the entire family. It was exhausting.

The sound of, what Robbe presumed was the vase on his parent's rooms dresser, smashing was what brought him back to reality- the previous minutes of shame forgotten. Sander looked horrified, quietly scared, like he knew he wasn't supposed to have such an outward reaction. After a lull in the yelling, only whisper-shouting echoing down into the living room, he looked over to Robbe with those big, sympathetic eyes. The ones that Robbe didn't know how to feel about, yet.

''Should I go?'' He questioned, quieter than before. Robbe merely pressed his lips together in a grimace, before forcing a nod. He really didn't want him to leave, but Robbe's dad would kill him if he found out their neighbour's son had overheard a domestic. Sander began to get up, reaching for his shoes (which were strewn haphazardly near the TV) as the shouting started up once again. From what Robbe could make out it was something about money, loans, and his mother's job. She'd stopped going to work, and despite his ignorance to the adult world, Robbe knew that was a bad thing. He dug his fingers into the sofa's material as the room suddenly felt a lot stuffier, like the windows were locked shut and it was two degrees hotter than it already was.

He could tell Sander didn't know what to say, as he slipped on his shoes. Robbe didn't blame him, his family were probably too perfect to deal with stuff like this. Envy wasn't a thing Robbe was conscious of yet, but it lingered over their every interaction, when it came to family. Sander's mum was the type of woman to bake a cake after every single one of her kid's achievements, be that minor or major, the type to cut up carrots and cucumber in cute ways to make her children's lunches interesting. Robbe's was the type to sleep until 4pm and only come downstairs for water and takeout. And for whatever reason, his dad expected Robbe not to even slightly resent her.

''I-I'll speak to you tomorrow, Robbe?'' Sander was hovering by the door, looking unbelievably awkward in front of Robbe for the first time in years.

''Yeah''

''We'll go for a walk down near the high street? My mum will give us money for ice-cream if I ask nicely, hopefully'' He said it quickly, painfully aware that the noise coming from upstairs was escalating. But, being one of the kindest humans alive, Sander was still intent on letting Robbe have something to look forward to. The other grinned in response, letting his friend know that that was cool with him, before Sander gave a short wave and walked out of the door.

Robbe heard him leave after a couple of long seconds, the latch on his front door clicking shut. Whenever Sander left Robbe's house it sucked, but then it hurt in a different type of way. Because then it was just him and the pair of dysfunctional adults fighting upstairs, still screaming and thudding and shouting like they didn't have a child, meek and reserved, sitting downstairs. Robbe wondered for a second if they even cared about him, as something else vaguely porcelain smashed on the stairway. If they even considered him when they had their shouting matches. Picking up his game controller, Robbe loaded up a solo match on Fifa, feeling warmly empty.

Even if his parents didn't really care about him, even if no one else that knew him cared about Robbe Ijzermans, he always knew he'd have one person to fall back on. And that was the kid he was going to get ice cream on the high street with the next day. Not the girl he was supposed to have a crush on.

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wwesmutdonedirtcheap · 7 years

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The Other Guy

Prompt: Jay and Mark both like the same girl but she has eyes for Jay. They end up fighting it out. - Someone sent me this in a private message and now I can’t remember who it was. If it was you let me know so I can tag you here!

“Jay,” I mumbled softly against his commanding lips, as his hand crept up to prop on the door, beside my head.

“Come on,” he groaned, his knee pressing my legs apart as he moved closer.

“I have to go,” I giggled, as his mouth moved down my neck.

"You don’t have to do anythin’,” he growled against my skin “But stay right here…with me.”

"Jay,” I sighed, fidgeting beneath him, “I can’t.”

Every bit of me wanted to stay in his room but I knew better. We had only been on a few dates and I wasn’t about to fall into his bed when I didn’t know who else might be sharing it.

He raised his head up and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, frustration creeping across his features.

“I told you,” he sighed sternly “There ain’t nobody else.”

“I know,” I nodded breathlessly, as I pulled my skirt back down to hit above my knees.

“Ya don’t believe me, do you?” he smirked, his fingers gripping his jaw and running along the beginning of his new beard.

He had shaved his hair again and cut his beard back to practically nothing. He would be a liar if he said it wasn’t because I had mentioned I preferred that look on him.

“Jay,” I reached out, moving his hand away and grabbing hold of his face “It’s me, ok? This is all me.”

“So that’s it?” he huffed, his eyes darting around the room “It’s not you, it’s me. That bullshit, cop out?”

“It’s not a cop out,” I recoiled from him “It’s the truth. I need time to find my place here. Jesus, Jay I’ve only been here for three months. I want to be doing so much in the Creative Department and I have all these responsibilities…”

I felt my nose start to burn and I knew within no time a tear would start sliding down my cheek.

He recognized it immediately and let out a breath.

“No, no, don’ do that,” he reached for me and cupped my face “Don’t do that, ok? Sweetheart, I can wait. You wanna take this slow, then that’s we’ll do.”

I nodded, although I didn’t really believe him.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he pulled me closer, his lips ghosting across the top of my head as he spoke.

“Are you still gonna see other people?”

I let the question hang in the air, like I knew it would. I felt him tense up.

“That’s what I thought,” I pulled back from him and bit down on my lip.

This time, the tears did start to slide down. Not a flood but definitely enough to make me embarrassed. I didn’t want to cry in front of him.

Jay might have feelings for me but I knew better than to think he would go without while I figured out what I wanted.

“Hey,” his thumb grazed one of the tears “We both got a lot to think about, right?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer him so I just continued to look up at him, tears streaming.

“Fuck,” he sighed, both his thumbs working to rub off the tears “Don’t, don’t do this shit…I won’t see anybody else, ok? I won’t.”

“No,” I shook my head firmly “You’re a grown man. You can do whatever you want….I guess whenever I figure things out…I’ll see if you still want me.”

He pulled back, running his hand over his face. He nodded, his eyes not meeting mine as I reached behind my back for the door knob.

“You gonna see other guys?” he finally looked over at me, as he stood sideways in front of me.

I did my best to avoid the ripples in his abs and his tattoos that were glistening in the light of the room. Jay shirtless was something difficult for me to ignore.

“I, I don’t…I don’t know,” I finally whispered “Like you said, there’s a lot to think about.”

Clearly, that set off a fire inside him and his whole face twisted in anger, that he was trying desperately to hide.

“Yeah,” he finally spoke.

Before I could make another move, he sauntered toward me. Our eyes locked and I felt a yearning I hadn’t in a very long time.

His mouth placed a soft kiss on my forehead as he held it between his hands, then the tip of my nose and lastly on my lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ adorable,” he whispered in a gravely voice “I can’t stand the thought of someone touchin’ you.”

I forced a smile, opened the door and walked backwards out of it.

I hesitated outside for a second, just in case he came after me. He didn’t but I did hear a loud pop and watched as the door shook on it’s hinges. Jay had clearly punched it.

My breath caught in my throat and I contemplated going back but I forced myself to walk down the hall to the elevator.

I cared a lot about Jay. I was just scared. I knew enough about the business to know that guys in his profession would often play the field. That was why I knew when I asked him if he would stay single, he wouldn’t be able to tell me yes.

My job was my number one priority and I’d be damned if I let a broken heart drive me away from my dream career.

I could still feel his hands all over me as I stepped into the elevator.

A couple weeks went by and things stayed fairly normal between us.

We still talked, sometimes standing probably a little too close. I would catch him staring at me and there were times I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his lips.

One day, he was telling some outlandish story and motioning his hands around. I was supposed to be listening along with everyone else standing there but all I could do was stare at his fingers. All I could think about was how rough they felt when he slid them up underneath my skirt, how strong they were when he gripped my waist with them…I was pretty sure he noticed something was off but thankfully he couldn’t read my mind.

Later that night, the show wrapped and I was standing outside the venue waiting on my ride.

“My brother around?”

I jumped from surprise but when I turned around, I relaxed.

It was just Mark.

“Haven’t seen him since before the show,” I shrugged “Why?”

“I had a question for him,” Mark ran his hand up the back of his neck “I can ask him later.”

He continued to stand there and finally I glanced over at him, with a smirk on my face.

“Everything, ok?” I tilted my head questioningly.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” he nodded, still fidgeting.

“You sure?” I turned to face him “If you need me to find Jay, I can go back inside and…”

“No, no,” he moved a little closer “I um, I guess you could say I wanted to talk to you.”

“Me?” I laughed “What for?”

“My brother said, that you two weren’t seein’ each other right now.”

"Yeah,” I sighed inwardly “We’re just…I’m just trying to take some time to myself.”

“So…If another man, who was interested in ya, asked you out…Then you’d say no?”

Had Jay sent him here to spy on me?

“No,” I answered quickly “It would depend on the situation. On the man…Why?”

“Just curious,” Mark lowered his eyes to the ground and shuffled his rolling suitcase around.

My phone lit up then and I saw my driver pulling up to the curb.

“You have a ride?”

“Hm? No, I was gonna call for one.”

“You can ride with me. I mean, we’re staying at the same hotel.”

Mark smiled eagerly at me and took my bag, placing it in the trunk of the car before getting in the backseat with me.

“You sure are a sweet girl,” Mark glanced over at me “My brother isn’t good enough for you anyway.”

I laughed, running my hand through my hair. I felt nervous now. I was almost positive Jay had planted Mark.

“Why do you say that?”

“Jay’s all rough and rowdy and got a mean streak in him two miles long,” Mark ran his hands up and down his knees.

“So do you,” I pointed out.

“Me?” he laughed “Not like him. My mean streak’s only half as mean as his.”

I giggled and I was pretty sure I saw his cheeks flush.

Before long we were at the hotel and he got my bag for me. Once we were inside the lobby, I turned to thank him for keeping me company.

He was staring at me. A longing in his eyes that I recognized because brothers have similar behaviors.

“Thank you,” I ignored it “I appreciated the company.”

He nodded, backing away slowly and walking down the hall.

Fuck.

The next night, the boys were running practice in the ring before the show, with Bully Ray.

I was sitting in one of the seats in the lower section, flipping through a stack of road notes.

“Break,” Bully raised his voice “Five minutes, boys.”

I glanced up to see Bully prop himself in the corner while Jay went to get both of them a bottle of water. Mark slid out of the ring and walked toward me.

I had on blue jeans and coincidentally enough a Dem Boys t-shirt, my feet propped on the seat in front of me. I felt myself tense just a little as he got closer.

“Hey,” Mark smiled, before stepping over the row and sitting down beside me.

“Hey…Mark,” I shut my folder and drew in a deep breath.

“Listen, uh,” he started fidgeting again and I could feel my face heating up “Last night, I wasn’t really looking for Jay.”

“You weren’t?” I pretended to be surprised.

“No, see I was lookin’ for you.”

As he said it, his hand reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. He was being so sweet that I hated to pull away from him, so I didn’t.

“Me?” I shifted in my seat “Why?”

“Well, I was wonderin’ if maybe you would…”

His fingers were still lingering by my cheek just as an explosion set off on the other side of the room.

“What in tha fuck are you doin’?!”

We both jerked our heads around to see Jay storming toward us. Sweat and water were dripping down his chest, his eyes were lit up and I instantly felt worried for the both of us.

“You said you weren’t with her,” Mark stood up “And I kind of like her.”

“You son of a bitch!”

Jay’s fist connected with Mark’s nose and I screamed in shock as I jumped to my feet. He reached over and jerked Mark over the rows of seats to the concrete around the ring.

“Jay!” Bully shouted, but he didn’t move to do anything.

Jay slammed Mark’s back into the ring apron and I started jumping over the rows to get to them.

“She ain’t got a fuckin’ ring on her finger!” Mark shouted, getting in a good blow to Jay’s stomach as he stood to his feet.

“I told you!” Jay grabbed Mark’s unsteady face in between his hand “I told you how I felt about this girl. I told you to watch her. I didn’t tell you to try ta fuck her!”

Mark headbutted Jay and he fell down against the ring barricade.

“Mark!” Bully sighed “Mark, just cut this shit out!”

Jay quickly got back up on his feet and the two started trading blows ringside. Mark’s nose was bleeding and Jay’s knuckles were covered in it.

“Guys!” I shouted as I finally reached them “Stop!”

“You stay out of this!” Jay looked over at me.

As he turned his head, Mark landed a good punch on the jaw and Jay grunted in pain.

“Bully!” I shrieked, walking over toward him “Do something!”

“It’s best to let brothers just fight this shit out,” he shrugged, lifting his water bottle to his lips.

“You motherfucker!” Jay landed another shot to Mark’s nose.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you couldn’t keep tha girl around!” Mark screamed wildly at him.

Jay jumped him then, knocking him to the floor and pounding him even harder in the face with his momentum over him.

“Jay!” Bully finally threw down his water bottle “That’s enough man!”

“Stop it!” I followed him.

“Jay!” Bully pulled him to his feet.

Mark was all bloody on the floor and Jay had a busted lip.

“What is wrong with you two?!” I looked between them, as Mark made it to his feet.

“He touch you?” Jay pointed at Mark, who was standing nearest to me.

“What?” I gasped, laced with a laugh of surprise.

“Did my brother put his hands on you?”

“What difference does it make, huh?” Mark wiped his nose with his hand “She ain’t yours, big brother!”

Jay gritted his teeth and struggled slightly in Bully’s tight grasp.

“Get him away from me,” Jay managed to growl out “Now.”

Bully let go of Jay and took hold of Mark, backing him toward the door.

“Man, you gotta get your nose checked out,” Bully sighed.

I stood there in front of Jay. He was all bloody, sweat dripping down off him.

What was I suppose to say?

I’m sorry that I was nice to your brother?

“Jay,” I opened my mouth while still searching for the words.

“I can’t do it,” Jay held his arms up before letting them crash to his sides.

“What?” I furrowed my brow.

“I can’t work with you and not be wit you,” he walked closer to me.

“I, I don’t know if I,” I sighed.

“You can trust me,” he reached out, tugging me closer by my t-shirt “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

My eyes dropped to the floor because that was the main reason.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned as he wiped the back of his hand on his pants before lightly brushing it across my cheek “You’re afraid I’ll run around on you.”

“You still have blood on your hand,” I whispered.

He chuckled, his other arm pulling me against his wet body.

“If I promise you, right here. Right now, in front of God and everybody, that I’ll be with you and only you…What would you say?”

“That I think you’re crazy,” I laughed.

“No, sweetheart, I’m not crazy,” he whispered, his hand stroking my cheek harder.

“You beat your brother up so bad you probably broke his nose,” I shook my head.

“If my brother comes near you again…I’ll do it again…I’d die for that boy,” he turned his hand over and held my jaw “But I’ll tell ya somethin’…He won’t take what I ain’t willin’ to give up.”

“But,” I started to protest.

“I never wanted to give you up,” he pressed his finger to my lips “That was all you, baby.”

I nodded slowly.

“Hey, Jay!”

Bully’s voice interrupted our moment.

“Your brotha’s nose is gushin’ blood ‘ere. Ya think ya might wanna come help me? Seein’ as how you’re tha one who did it and all?”

“You should do that,” I whispered, motioning toward Bully.

“Yeah,” he ran his tongue over his busted lip “Guess I should.”

I reached my fingers up and slid two of them lightly over his lip. He winced.

“Think you might need some medical attention too,” I smirked at him.

I had just changed into my pajamas and was searching for my eye mask in my suitcase when I heard the knock on the door later that night.

I quickly grabbed the bathrobe in the closet and slid it on.

It was Jay.

I opened it and smiled softly at him.

“Hey,” he swung his arms with their balled up fists by his sides “Can I uh, can I come in a minute?”

He had a gash covered by two strips of tape above his eye and the other one was growing black and blue underneath it.

“Are you ok?” I gasped.

“Yeah,” he grinned, as I let him inside “You should see the other guy.”

“How is he?” I grimaced.

“He’s fine. He’s fuckin’ pissed as hell but he’ll get over it.”

We stood there staring at each other for a minute. My eyes started lingering on his lips, as they often did and I realized I was biting on my own.

“You wanna kiss me?” he growled.

“What?” I laughed.

“When you bite your lip like that,” he started untying the belt on my robe “You always start kissing me.”

“I do?” I whispered, as he pushed the robe off to reveal my nightgown.

“Mhm,” he nodded, raising his arms for me to pull his shirt over his head.

It was then I noticed the cuts and bruises on his knuckles.

“You sure you’re feeling ok for this?” I looked up into his eyes.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been waitin’ too long to let a fuckin’ black eye and some bummed up knuckles stop me from touchin’ you,” he moaned before he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I jumped, allowing him to lift me and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He pressed our foreheads together, his hand gripping the back of my head.

“This silky thing is fuckin’ sexy,” his other hand slid across my ass where the gown covered it.

“It’s not even lingerie,” I giggled against his neck.

“It is on you,” he whispered in my ear “Everything is sexy on you.”

I squealed as he dropped me onto the bed and started unbuttoning his jeans.

Once he was only in his underwear, his eyes caught mine again.

“Sit up,” he motioned softly and I did.

His hands slid the gown off me and he sighed, as he immediately began to glide them along my body.

“Shit,” he laughed nervously, his fingers colliding with my hips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. His tongue danced along the inside of my cheeks immediately, pushing against my own.

Before long, his kisses got more intense and I gasped for air between each one.

Jay’s fingers ripped my panties down off me and I smiled against his lips.

“That ok with you?” he mumbled against my mouth, before trailing his lips down underneath my ear.

“Yes,” I leaned my head back and sighed, as his mouth moved back up to circle around my ear and press against it.

“I wanna fuck your brains out, sweetheart,” he moaned as his wet tongue snaked along the curve of my earlobe.

“Please,” I giggled as I let him push me down on the bed.

I watched as his underwear fell to the floor and I smiled at what I saw. His hand gripped his dick and jerked it slowly for a few seconds. I sighed in pleasure when he slid me to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees.

I sat up, placing my legs on either side of his head completely stretched out. I took his face in my hands, dipping my lips down to his. He was soon stealing my oxygen supply again as his hands moved up and down my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away. His tongue slid down my body to the bottom of my belly and I whimpered when he moved further down once again.

Jay rocked me back ever so slightly and his mouth made contact with my clit. I felt a shiver run up my back.

“Jay,” I moaned, my hair falling in my eyes as I tried to watch him from his place on the floor.

He sucked me completely into his mouth, his tongue gliding across me rapidly. I felt my knees stiffen around his head. He was already bringing me to the point of orgasm and he had only been going for a couple minutes.

He moaned against me, his hands pulling my legs tighter around his head.

“Please…Right there…Oh my god,” a string of commands and praise resounding from my mouth as I wriggled on the mattress

Finally I felt everything build in my lower abdomen and as it flowed through my body, I let out the loudest scream I ever have during sex. I couldn’t stop myself.

It was that damn good. It felt that amazing.

I felt Jay’s tongue lick my thighs dry before he raised up and hovered over me.

“You liked that, huh?” he smirked, his forehead batting roughly against mine.

I was already exhausted and I managed a nod in approval.

He laughed, hoisting my legs around his waist. He wriggled me again down to the edge of the bed and stood to his feet.

“Please?” I panted again and he smiled, easing inside of me.

“Shit,” he groaned, his eyes practically rolling back in their sockets.

“You like that, huh?” I echoed his words.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his pace picking up “You were worth the wait.”

I arched my back, as his grip on my hips grew tighter. He was slamming me up and down on him.

“How’s that?” he asked and I knew he wanted the truth.

“Fuck,” I giggled in response “…Faster…Please?”

A smirk spread across his lips and he sped up again.

Jay raised my legs up a little higher and when he plunged deeper, I thought I was going to explode.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered “Don’t move…Fuck, stay there.”

I squeezed my eyes shut but I could hear him groan. Apparently, my responses were turning him on even more.

His speed was a furious pace now and I felt myself start to tighten around him.

“Am I gonna make you cum?” he grunted, his hand sliding down to squeeze one of my breasts roughly.

I nodded, unable to speak and he rammed into me a few more times. Another scream left my lips but his own lips capped over mine this time. I felt him push into me twice more and then he shuttered, moaning curse words into the confines of my mouth.

I tightened my legs around his waist and he laughed softly into my hair before I forced his eyes up to look at me. I ran my hand over the tape above his eye.

“You sure you’re, ok?”

He grinned, his lips kissing my forehead gently before he pulled back.

“I’m a million percent better than the fuckin’ other guy.”

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thedarkqueenoffandoms-blog · 7 years

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Riverdale Reggie Mantle x Reader

I am obsessed with riverdale and most of all Reggie Mantle. He is a jock but he is so hoooott!!!!!! As always this is an angst imagine it is quite sad and i hope you will like it.

“why do you keep ignoring me, i am your girlfriend you can´t just push me away” you complained and he just looked at you, closing his locker and walking away from you completely ignoring what you said. You trailed behind him as fast as you can and pulled him back so he can look at your face when you talked to him he just scoffed annoyed and raised and eyebrow up “ what is it now y/n” are you fucking kidding me right know i was talking to you and you literally just left, can you at least listen to me reggie” you pleaded , “ i am listening to every word you said this past year since we started this relationship, you are always complaining about how much attention you need. why can´t you just be happy with the attention you get ? you are such an attention whore” he screamed in your face while you stood there shocked about what he had said , tears where forming in your eyes you tried to stay strong an turn your sadness into anger “ you fucking jerk i am not an attention whore, just because i wanted to spend some time with my boyfriend because he has been so distracted lately but apparently i am just complaining whore“ you screamed as you pushed him lightly back. people in the hallway started to stare at you guys “ you are just jealous because i am the captain of the bulldogs and get more popular at the time and you still an ordinary river vixen. Can´t just understand that i have better things to do than be around you all the time because i am so sick of you and you don´t even get it, sometime si still wonder why i am still with you , you are just an ordinary girl who thinks she is beautiful but in reality she is ugly and your insecuriti—” he couldn´t end his sentence because you had slapped him “ I hate you, we are done “ you yelled in his face while tears started to stream down your face , you picked up your bag and run trough the crowd that formed while you were arguing. you ran straight into the girls bathroom and cried. while you ran away reggie stood there, moose came to his side and tapped his shoulder and gave him an sad smile “ oh reggie what have you done “ he said and left to go to class. Reggie drive you mad by saying those things but in this moment he could not feel anything so he let you be alone and thought that it would be better for his football scholarship so he left to go to class not even thinking about you.

it has been 3 months . 3 months and he never came back to apologize. 3 months walking past him without looking at his face. 3 months of crying in your pillow that is socking wet every night. While you were crying he was flirting every day with another girl , while your heart was breaking he was laughing with his friends. The only thing you didn´t know was that he was always watching out for you every single day he was studying your face trying to find an emotion. So when you started to get better he started to get worse , the realization of you leaving him broke his heart. while you started laughing again he started to cry a bit more and hen you started to see another guy he was dying every single time seing you with him. no he was not sad anymore he was angry , angry at himself for letting you slip away for you finding a better guy. Everytime he saw him touching you he got more and more angry and when he saw you kissing him in the corner of the hallway he couldn´t held it anymore and before you even realized what was happening reggie pulled the guy from you and started to throw punches , you on the other hand tried to stop reggie kbeating the guy to death so you stood in front of him an pushed him away and helped the guy you kissed up. the guy you kissed left and you looked at reggie shaking your head and walking away he had pleading eyes but you couldn´t anymore he turned to be angry all the time.

it has been 2 months since reggie beat up the guy youkissed.meanwhile me and the guy you kissed started a relationship. you were happy, you were smiling but there was something bothering you. Reggie. The way he looked at you when you were with your boyfriend was unbearable as if he would be begging you to stop being with as if you pointed a gun to his head and he would be there begging for his life. You tried so hard to forgive him , really but it was´t easy so you stared back at him with the same look, the same look you gave him when you broke up with him and he flirted with other girls but you couldn´t let him into your heart. you needed time , he needed time. The funny thing is he never came back and apologized so why should you be the one who is crawling back, he should come back not me i did nothing. so you turned your head from him and gave your boyfriend your full attention. Little did you know that his heart was breaking everytime he saw you with him and he wanted to beat him up again but moose held him back and shook his head. so he sank back into his seat

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT PART TWO !!!

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